Mari and the 'little' plug

Mari found herself drawing the vibrator up her body again, holding it in both hands. She had sat up so that she was once more on her knees, looking at the back with a deep curiosity.

"Why don't you lick the head of that vibrator, Mari?" Harry asked.

She wasn't looking at him anymore, but she could hear him, and she found her body absentmindedly doing as she was told. Without her intended to, she started licking the end of it like a popsickle, tasting her own wetness off of the plastic head. She tasted a little coppery, and a little sweet, and she had to admit that she liked the taste.

Then Mari came back to herself, looking down at what she was doing. She had just tasted her own... well, the wetness of her own special place. And now the vibrator, which looked a little bit like a penis, was in her mouth. The flash went off again, and that image was captured forever on Harry's camera.

I guess it isn't the end of the world, she thought, licking the head clean with one last swirl of her tongue. I could at least give it a try. I wouldn't be doing anything wrong.

Mari set the vibrator down on the floor beside her and rose up a bit off of her knees. She crawled toward the bag on all fours, stalking toward it like a careful cat. As she did, Harry continued his photo-taking barrage, getting shot after shot of the bountiful blonde bombshell on all fours. He walked up to her again and got extra close when she got to the bag. He had to make sure he got a proper shot of his dirty angel touching the butt plug for the first time, of course.

Marigold could feel him looming over her. She was very aware of the fact that he was so close, less than a foot away. It's just for the camera, she thought to herself. He's an artist. Sometimes the best photographers get really close to their models. Mari liked to think of herself as a model, like the inspiration for one of those beautiful Renaissance sculptures.

She reached into the bag. Marigold knew exactly where the plug was, but she wanted to touch it before she could see it. Her fingers probed around in the bag until they came to rest on the matte-finished plasticky toy. It was bulbous and not nearly as squishy as she had expected, though there was a little give to it. It was also much bigger than she had expected-- it felt like it was nearly the width of her fist! She was embarrassed to realize that when she had intended the toy for Joy, she had picked out an extra-big toy, thinking that her stronger, stockier friend would be able to... 'take it' better.

Marigold blushed when she wrapped her fingers around the toy. Harry made sure to get a good picture of that. The boys online loved to see the 'models' blush.

Then she slowly, carefully pulled it out of the bag. She cupped both of her hands and looked at it, like she might hold a little pool of water. It was a little heavier than Mari had expected but she had to admit that it looked kind of cute, almost like a round blue Christmas tree shape. What could be so bad about this? she thought. It looks so... fun. She had almost called it 'innocent' in her head. Something stopped her, though, and she wasn't exactly sure why.

"Well?" Harry said, snapping another shot of Mari with the butt plug in her hands. "How about you give it a spin?"