Leave them

I know they've got to come out eventually and that the way out is going to be back to eyeball scrunching agony and I just can't deal with that right now. I'm still gulping at air trying to slow my breathing, the counter feeling cold against my cheek makes me strangely aware of other stimuli other than the anal stretching which has only just stopped consuming my thoughts. My helper says.

"Are you alright?"

There is a level of honest care in his voice and I nod weakly and reply.

"Yeah, I just need a minute."

"No problem babe."

His fingers gently stroking my ass cheek should be disturbing but its comforting, they trace down under my asshole and a mental image of what it must look like jumps to my mind, red, sore and barely able to hold in the massive black balls enclosed within with a black latex strong dangling out of it. His fingers toy with my taint before moving back on to the other buttock and back again, each time getting closer and closer to my virgin pussy. The crowd still murmuring in the background, they know as much as I do that the balls have to come out and they want this intermission to be over. The rumblings of the crowd are broken by the clerk standing just to the side of my helper.

"How does it feel? The balls?"

His clarification almost makes me chuckle, but the sudden tightness in my diaphragm made everything else just a little tighter and I stop myself but reply.

"Tight. But not painful anymore."

My helper responds without a second of hesitation, his words tumbling quickly out of his mouth.

"It could get tighter if you wanted."

"I couldn't take anything else in my butt!"

My reply is quick, slightly panicked and through a sudden intake of breath, his finger sliding over my hot tight asshole as he said it, gently pressing it in making everything just a little tighter as well as being aware that I brought a box of anal toys up to the counter with me. But my realisation is sudden when I feel his finger trace down between my buttocks, twisting round and slipping between my outer labia, his middle finger rubbing against the entrance to my pussy.

"Not that hole. This one."

Is his somewhat obvious reply. His finger easily slipping over me. I want to tell myself that the ease and the wetness is just due to the copious amounts of lube which was applied to my ass and dribbled down over my cunny, but I know that the moisture there is my own and that revelation both shocks and excites me. I tell myself that I couldn't possible fit a toy into my pussy too, but minutes ago I told myself that I'd never fit all the balls into my butt. His sotto voce words of.

"So, do you want me to continue?"

What to do? These balls have got to come out some time, but having my butt stuffed has excited me and my pussy is craving for more than a finger.