Oops, that wasn't a question. Well, her turn anyway.

Once Allison has the strap-on, well, strapped on, she directs you to lay flat on your back on the bed. That's probably for the best: this way there's no risk of your legs giving out. A part of you really wants to lick the vibrator like she did before, but at this point there's definitely no need for extra lubrication.

You can't help but groan as she slides deliberately into your needy sex. It's like you hadn't even realized how empty it was until there was finally something to fill it with. She starts out slow, just getting a feel for the motions that must be strange to her. Maybe she's also trying to go easy on you, since this is, in a sense, your first time. First time or no, you're way past the point of a slow build-up. You wrap your legs behind her and pull her hips forward sharply to show her what you want, what you need.

Her smirk tells you that she gets the message, but nonetheless she pulls almost all the way out and then pauses for a moment. You hear yourself whimper before you realize that she isn't just teasing you: her fingers are on the base of the toy, fumbling blindly for the power switch. Already knowing where it is, you're able to guide her hand to it. As the toy comes on, you can't help but flinch slightly at the sudden and strange sensation. Allison shoots you a concerned look, but you smile and nod to reassure her. She resumes thrusting into you, slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace as you do your best to egg her on with moans (speaking actual words is a bit more than you can manage right now).

The sensations are incredible. The flesh of your thighs slaps together rhythmically. Her breasts rub against your own, pushing and pulling, up and down. The vibrating of the toy is like being massaged from the inside. It's touching places inside of you, special, magical places that you didn't even know existed before. Even the smell of her body pressed against you, the stray hairs falling lightly on your cheek, the intensity of the passion in her eyes; everything seems to conspire to make this moment perfect.

The feeling building within you doesn't seem quite as strong as the sexual pleasure you experienced as a man, and yet it feels somehow deeper, more complex. It's like the first time you really experienced a perfect restaurant dish. Through your life to that point, you'd been perfectly content with simple flavors: sweet, salty, sour, spicy. You knew what you liked and you were happy to eat it again and again. But then you had that one special pork osso buco, and you discovered a whole new world of culinary experience: rich, deep flavors that worked together harmoniously to produce a more delicious whole. The pleasure you felt as a man was like pure sugar, sweet and simple, and now you're trying your first piece of cake. It's truly wonderful.

Then for a few seconds all of those sensations leave you entirely as the pure pleasure of your orgasm rolls through you. As you come back down, you see that Allison has lifted herself up and away from you. The plastic cock is almost completely withdrawn from inside you, and she has her hands at the base of it. You sigh contentedly, thinking for a moment that the fun is over for the night, until Allison suddenly turns her head back towards you, grinning manically. Then, impossibly, the feelings inside your pussy redouble in intensity. Oh, right. Two settings.

Without pulling the toy out of you, Allison flips you over and pulls you to the edge of the bed. You're too far gone to notice how impressive a feat that is. She must be standing now, you realize, with you bent over the bed as she pounds into you from behind. The positions briefly remind you of your fantasies in the bathroom earlier, but it's too hard to think about anything besides what you're feeling right now.

You have another orgasm, maybe two - everything's blurring together and you can barely stay conscious. Eventually Allison cries out above you, and the thrusting stops as she falls heavily onto your back. You're worried for a moment that she's passed out and wonder if you still have the strength to get out from under her, but then, wordlessly, she lifts herself off of you and helps you move yourself into the bed. She fumbles a bit with the toy before turning it off, then looks at you; you silently agree that taking it off can wait until morning. She collapses into bed with a happy, vacant smile. She's asleep in seconds.

You draw the covers over your naked bodies and cuddle up beside her. Before long, you too drift off into a welcoming, dreamless sleep.