Pussy Weights

There was a silicone cone, soft and freshly sterilized. Dangling from that a string, with a small hook on the end. On which small weights could be hung.

Alex licked her lips, both excited and nervous. Vaginal weights were measured in grams. Not like those crazy women on the internet trying to lift up a kettleball with just their pelvic muscles. Yet a part of her was still anxious.

"Don't worry, babe," Rory said, with a smile on her lips and a wicked gleam in her eye. "You can do this. And if you do a good job, you'll get a reward."

This is how Alex found herself guiding the silicone cone into place. It had to sit right, for her inner muscles to grip it properly. Otherwise, as soon as she tried to lift anything, it would pull right out—and quite painfully too.

Once it was in, the naked Rory put her hands on her lover's hips. She guided her bottom-heavy love into a squat that made Alex feel ridiculously exposed. The string with the hook dangled out of her pussy. Her arms were straight out in front of her.

"Squeeze," Rory said, as she ran her palms over the tense, naked thighs.

"Squeezing," Alex confirmed, as she clenched her pussy around the mass inside of her.

"Twenty-five grams," Rory said, as she slid the little weight onto the hook.

With her legs bent wide, Alex could feel the weight tug at her pussy. Not too bad. She could hold this indefinitely.

Then Rory's hands slid around to grasp Alex's tits. They seemed molded to fit the more athletic woman's palms.

"Hold it. One minute," Rory said.

One minute in which Alex stood stock still as her lover molested her. Ran her palms over the soft curves of her hips. Took turns squeezing Alex's breasts. Feel the soft slight pudge of her stomach. No hard-packed abs for Alex. Not like Rory. Yet for all her teasing, Rory never touched Alex's pussy, never did anything to make Alex drop the weight.

There was the ding of an egg-timer. Rory took the weight away. Alex let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Lowered her arms to her knees.

Then Rory put her in a new position. Back against the wall. Knees bent at a ninety-degree angle, as if sitting. Arms out to the sides. Alex could feel the burn in her thighs and calves from the position...and then Rory slid a different weight onto the hook. A heavier one.

"Fifty grams," Rory said. "One minute."

The position put Alex's body under enough pressure that she could feel the burn start in her thighs. The weight, twice as heavy as before, tugged at her pelvic floor. Alex found herself actively forcing her pussy to pull against gravity. Rory...Rory bent over, legs spread like a letter A. Arms behind her in a stretch. Her hot mouth open to kiss Alex's left nipple. Then her right.

A minute can seem like an eternity when your girlfriend is sucking on your tits, a weight is tugging at your cunny, and your thighs are burning. Multiple points of stress, of stimulation, and Alex began to huff.

The egg-timer dinged.

A new pose. Bent over. Ass in the air. Legs spread wide. Torso down. Finger-tips touching the floor.

One hundred grams, this time. Alex could feel the strain in the back of her thighs, her calves, her back. Then the weight pulled down, and it was so much more now. Alex could feel her hips begin to shake, even before Rory's hot breath blew against her exposed cunny.

Then her lover's fingers spread Alex's ample cheeks. The bottom-heavy woman began to pant as her lover's tongue teased her asshole. The soft, warm, wet tongue seemed to explore each crease of Alex's browneye. Slowly and patiently, as if she had all the time in the world. Alex's fingers clawed at the floor. She shut her eyes and moaned audibly now, unable to hold it back. Pussy clenched as tight as she could, but her cunt ached in that special way that often only came after hours of sex...and around and around Rory's tongue went, how and wet and alive, squirming.

The egg-timer dinged. There was a moment of relief, when Rory took the weight off of the hook.

Except Rory's tongue never left Alex's ass.

Alex's knees began to shake as the tongue squirmed past the tight sphincter, Alex deliberately forcing herself to relax. Then Rory's finger found the hook, and tugged...and now, Alex's knees did collapse. She sank down onto her knees and elbows, body dappled with sweat, and Rory went with her. Tongue buried in her lover's ass. Tugging at the little silicone cone embedded in her lover's pussy. The tired muscles in Alex's cunny **** to stretch and work far beyond what they were used to.

The moan became a bitch-like whine. Alex's buttocks began to quiver. She had never, in her whole life, cum with her ass. Not by herself, not with Rory, not with anyone. Yet now, after all the stimulation, Alex could feel it rising within her. That tide of apprehension and anticipation,t he excitement and pleasure that built and built, the heat that spread and spread, her ass felt like it was melting as Rory's tongue twirled and twirled inside of her as she tugged and tugged at the weight harder and harder and...

Alex's howl scared the neighbor's dog, which awoke from a sound sleep and began to howl back, as if an ambulance had gone past.

Exhausted, quivering, panting, the naked woman collapsed face-first into the floor-mats. Yet Rory was relentless. Rubbing her own slit as she pushed one thumb into Alex's asshole and spit into it. Tongue and fingers working and Alex, tired and feeling the burn from her workout, utterly helpless and accepting. Moaning without reservations as Rory used her fingers to spread the sweaty hole between Alex's cheeks so that two fingers and a tongue could bury themselves in that ass. Alex could feel the invading anatomy in her asshole rub against the silicone cone in her pussy.

Sometime later, Alex heard Rory's own moan. The soft, feminine sound that was so at odds with her hard, well-developed body. The moan that only Alex knew.

Rory threw herself down on the floor by her lover, chest heaving, the small nipples on those small breasts standing out obscenely, three times their normal size, like little red berries. Alex rolled onto her side and let her hand rest against her lover's breastbone, to feel the thump of Rory's heart.

"Love you," Alex said, softly, spontaneously.

Rory grinned. "Love you too."

Then they kissed...and for one moment all the soreness, all the sweat, the howling of the neighbor's dog, the long day at work, all the shit and dross of life faded away and they were as one being, tongues twining, tasting each other...as close to one as any two beings could be.