Opulent Obsession – Breaking Belles

A flush rose on my cheeks and sweat sprouted at my hairline. I bit my bottom lip in concentration and dropped my legs open wider to make access for the huge glass cock. I’d never taken anything so big. Whatever artist had crafted them had made them intentionally larger than any human male could manage, likely just to torture belles. To stretch us beyond anything we could have ever prepared for.

I pushed in another inch and gasped as the girth split me open, cold glass inserted so far up inside me the bulbous head was nearly bumping against my cervix.

And somehow, that was it. I began to convulse around it.

In the mirror above, I could see the huge dildo had all but disappeared inside my warm, flushed body. My legs closed around it, and that gave even more friction against my clit.

I cried out, and it wasn’t quiet. But neither were any of the women around me. This was not the time to be shy, anyway, I knew, so I went with it. Every ounce of pleasure I felt, I vocalized.

As I dragged the dildo back out of my now-soaked pussy, I groaned with the loss of it, and as I shoved it relentlessly back in, I screamed and writhed around it.

I’d hoped after I adjusted to it, it would get easier to take. But no, it was simply too big. The second and following third thrust were just as intimidating as the first time around. Thankfully, I was cumming now.

I couldn’t hold it back. There was too much stimulation, both on my cunt and also for the rest of my senses. Obviously visually—everywhere, anywhere I looked—women touched themselves and, under the direction of a few wandering Elders, they touched each other.

They suckled each other’s breasts and pussies. They fucked each other with dildos and sometimes the Elders fucked them.

Finally, the men from the sidelines began to filter in, claiming women as they went.

“Now that you have courted the devil,” an Elder called out loudly, “he will come and claim you. Receive him into your bodies and sate his lusts.”

And then Rafe was in front of me.

Thank God it was Rafe. Oh, thank God.

“Fuck them as the devil would,” the Elder continued to call out instructions. “We can only purge the devil’s vanity if we fully embody him. Embody the master of sin by indulging your every wicked desire. These whores are the vessels to suck the seed from your body. To purge and purify. On your knees, Devil’s whores! Let the devil fuck you every way he wants and then suck the seed from his balls till you’ve drained him fucking dry.”

Rafe laid his body over mine on the settee. At first, I thought it might be to cover my modesty, that he just didn’t like all these men seeing me naked. Sometimes he’d been old-fashioned like that when I used to wear low-cut tops in high school. He’d asked if I had any self-respect, that wearing shirts like that only made boys ogle me and did I want that kind of attention?

But, no, as Rafe lay over top of me, I could very firmly feel his own rock-hard member, harder than glass, hard as steel.

“Fuck me, Devil,” I whispered into his ear as he bent over me. His entire body shuddered on top of mine.

And then, without another word, his hands went to his belt buckle. He undid it in record time, and then, his face still buried in my neck, he impaled me with his cock.

I sucked in a breath and grasped onto his back. I needed to anchor myself because, holy God, he was not holding back like he must have been before.

No, Rafe was not holding back anymore. I guess I wasn’t the only one watching my little show. And judging by his reaction, he’d really liked what he’d seen.

And the thought of Rafe watching me masturbating and getting this hard and ravenous had me juicing so much I might have fucking squirted all over his massive cock that was all but splitting me open.

Had I thought Rafe wasn’t as big as the glass dildo? Because now I wasn’t so sure. Maybe I’d just never seen him as excited as this.

He was filling me, stretching me, and then some. With each thrust, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to accommodate his girth, that I’d have to cry uncle, that I simply couldn’t go on.

But with every in and out stroke, I was about to pass out with the body and soul-shaking pleasure. Good God, I didn’t know it could feel this good.

“Rafe,” I uttered his name in a guttural growl.

Finally, his face came out from my neck. Our eyes caught as he shoved in deep again, parting my flesh, making his way, staking his claim on my territory.