SSS 2 - Use a toy

It’s time to take the relationship to a place that it’s never really gone before, but if there was ever a time, this was it. You know that you misread Colby’s level of satisfaction with the situation. You also know that you’re in enormous danger of her learning certain things. The smart move is to stop her brain from functioning. You have to do this in the good, positive, shamelessly lustful way of the current CCL, not the bad, unhealthy stabby way of CCLs past.

You kiss her again and thrust your hand between her legs. She moans into your mouth, clamps her thighs together, and writhes. You break the kiss.

She stands there, beet red from head to toe, legs shiny as you go to your dresser. You are not subtle about it as you open the drawer and remove a modest strap-on, which clinks audibly as you put it on and tighten it up.

“Is that what I think it is?” Colby asks.

“What do you think it is?” you reply as you roll a condom onto it.

She doesn’t reply to that. Colby’s gotten to where she can kiss you in public, go down on you, take a shower with you, and even let her voice out a little when she’s underneath you in her dorm room with a little strap-on missionary. There are still a few things that she has not worked her way up to yet. What you have in mind now was not on your list of things to do with her, but it’s an emergency. There are certain things that Colby is happier not knowing. You have to keep it that way. It won’t be difficult.

“Hey, Siri? Play Motivation by Kelly Rowland,” you say.

“Playing Motivation by Kelly Rowland on Spotify,” your Bluetooth speaker replies from the bedside table. Music fills the room.

You return to her at a leisurely pace and put your hands lightly on her hips. The tip of the strap-on pokes her, and she shivers. You touch her puckered lips, then her stiff nipple, making her twitch. You move in close, pressing tight against her as you dip a hand between her legs again.

“You’re all gooey,” you whisper to her.

“Shut up,” she says breathlessly.

“You want this?”

She makes a noise kind of like a whimper. She can’t say it, but she doesn’t have to. She squeaks as you spin her around. She’d gotten used to the feel of the cold door against her back, but now she gets it on her front. You hug her tight with one arm and guide the strap, sliding it slowly inside her. She tenses and sighs. You rest your chin on her shoulder as the strap is deep inside her. Her body trembles in your arms.

A couple of slow, deep thrusts and a little dirty talk straight into her ear transform her into an elemental creature of pure submissive horniness. The music drowns out her ragged gasps and lusty moans. You don’t have much experience with a strap, but it is not rocket science and Colby is so pent up that everything you do drives her crazy. It seems like as good a moment as any. You raise your voice.

“Hey, Siri? Stop the music,” you say.

The music stops.

“Huh? What?” A breathless Colby looks over her shoulder even though she’s blindfolded, all puzzlement. You pull the blindfold off her and throw it aside. She blinks at you, then at her position in the room. As she realizes that she’s at the real door, not the bathroom or the closet door, you slam the strap-on into her, tripling the pace and the strength.

You’ve made her scream once or twice before, but that’s always been muffled by her own hands when you’ve gone down on her. Now she doesn’t have that option, and the other girls in CCL House don’t have the option not to listen. You pound her from behind, landing several firm slaps on her pale, soft ass. A nice double handful of her heavy breasts completes the porn vibe in what you’re doing, and you can’t pretend that you aren’t wet as hell, but you focus on her.

Colby is prone to multiple orgasms, but you’ve always dialed it back when she starts sobbing, only for her to tearfully ask why you’re stopping. You don’t stop this time until her legs give out, pulling her makeshift handcuffs free. You sink to the floor with her on top of you, the strap-on still buried to the hilt in her red, spasming pussy.

The quiet when she finally stops making noise seems loud. There’s no laughter and no music to be heard from other parts of the house. Colby doesn’t get it yet because she just had her brains fucked out, which is a new experience for her. You’re out of breath too. As you lie panting underneath your sweaty, melted girlfriend, you can picture all your girls sitting around intently listening, stifling laughter. No doubt a few of them are getting it on, enjoying a little solo, or maybe some mutual. Some peak CCL House action. You didn’t plan it, but you’ll take credit for it later.

It'd be wasteful not to.

Take Colby to bed?

Or does she need another bath? She can’t stand up for a shower.