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have separated completely, because my mind is vehemently screaming NO but my body is moving toward him, pressing into him, my hands finding his cock, moving up and down the shaft, grabbing his balls. I drop down to my knees, water cascading over me. I close my eyes as I take him into my mouth, letting it go all the way to the back of my throat.  
    “Fuck yes,” he says, stroking my wet hair.  
    I pull my head back slowly, pressing with the tip of my tongue on the ridge that runs along the backside of his cock. I do this over and over—taking him in to the back of my throat, moving slowly back. Then I suck on the head of his dick like a lollipop, swirling my tongue in lazy circles.  
    “That . . . feels . . . so . . . good,” he says, groaning. I look up, water from the shower blurring my vision, but I can see him clearly enough—the way his head is leaning back, eyes closed, face scrunched in that familiar expression that could be either pain or pleasure. “You’re such a good girl,” he says. He’s opened his eyes and is looking down at me. “But now I want to do something that good girls don’t do. Stand up.”
    He helps me stand and then he takes the vibrator and slides it between my legs. He turns me, so I’m facing the wall and he’s the one under the spray of water. He holds the vibrator, sliding it further and further inside. He moves it in and out a bit, fucking me with it too. He takes it out completely and presses it against my clit, then slides it back into my pussy. His other arm has reached around and is holding my breast, his fingers pinching the nipple just as I had been doing before, thinking of him.  
    “That feels nice, doesn’t it?” he says, his voice close to my ear.  
    “Yes,” I say, as the sensations start to build. “Yes, that feels really fucking good.”
    “And the nice thing about a vibrator is that it means the cock can be used for other things. Like putting it in your arse—or your fanny, as you like to call it. And that’s what I’m going to do.”  
    I tense.
    “No,” he says. “Relax. This will feel as good as anything you’ve ever felt—I promise you that—but you need to relax. So you keep that vibrator right there in your fanny—I mean, pussy—and you concentrate on that. Close your eyes if you want to. Take deep breaths. I’ll go slowly. I also picked up a very nice lubricant when I got you the vibrator. I’ll use plenty of it, okay? Just relax.”
    He pulls my hips toward him a little, so my back is arched. I brace myself with one hand against the cool tile, the other holding the vibrator in place. His hand slides between my ass cheeks and it’s instinct to tighten up, but I listen to what he said and focus on the vibrator, on the delicious swirling sensation that’s spiraling through me. He moves slowly, his fingers slippery with the lube. It feels good, him touching me there, which surprises me at first. He slides one finger into me.  
    “Breathe,” he says.
    I try to take deep breaths, which is difficult because I want to be panting, short and fast, as the pleasurable feelings roll off me in waves. He moves his finger slowly, stretching me, and it doesn’t hurt at all; in fact, it’s like this continuation of pleasure, this extension of amazing feeling that I didn’t even know was possible.  
    “I’m going to come soon,” I gasp. My pussy muscles quiver, tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing, over and over.  
    “Relax,” he says, and I realize that I’ve tensed my ass, quads pulled tight, abdomen flexed. I take a deep breath and relax all those muscles and I feel the orgasm ebb just a little. “Good. Now breathe.”
    His cock is a lot bigger, but so long as I stay relaxed, I can stretch around him. There is a little pain, but it’s easily obliterated by the pleasure. I breathe. I’m not sure how far in he is, but he stays still for several seconds, one hand steady on my hip, the other moving in long strokes down my