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more to go.”
    He held up another plastic tube, improbably wide. I felt my
eyes widen in disbelief and for a panicky moment I wondered if I should use the
safeword. He seemed to sense my distress.
    “I know you can do it, Sam.” His voice was low and urgent.
“This one is fifty-five millimeters wide. It’s almost as big as I am. Don’t
give up now, so close to the end… So close to having me inside you.”
    He began moving back toward my feet.
    “We’re going to do this quickly,” he continued as he bent my
legs up and parted them again. He took hold of the tube inside me and pumped it
up and down a few times, quite roughly. It slipped in and out with ease now. I
had, indeed, stretched to accommodate it.
    “I’m going to take this one out and immediately insert the
other,” he said, his voice strained and excited. “I’m not going to give you a
chance to close up at all. This one is not much bigger than the one that’s in
you, so I’m sure it won’t hurt much.”
    Some small part of my brain was screaming that he was crazy,
but my passion-soaked frontal lobe was utterly incapable of anything resembling
reason, so I simply nodded and told myself to try to relax.
    He moved so quickly. The tube was pulled out of me in a
slithering rush and the head of the next one was already on its way in before
my mind registered the pain. And this time, there was definite pain. The walls
of my channel burned in fiery protest at the invasion. I cried out but he was
relentless, and the tube was seated into position, despite my writhing attempts
to resist it or evade it.
    “Oh my God, Sam,” he choked out, “you have no idea what that
looks like!”
    He reached under the counter that I was lying on and brought
out an observation lamp, standing it between my feet and quickly switching on
the beam, directing it onto my pussy, so close that I could feel the warmth
from the high-powered globe. He bent closer and studied me intently. Seeing him
examining me caused my tormented inner muscles to spasm painfully around the
huge, unforgiving plastic tube.
    “You are so open,” he ground out, his voice scarcely
recognizable, “and because it’s clear plastic, I can see all the way up inside
you. I can see the walls of your cunt moving against the tube. And you’re
dripping wet all over.”
    He was rubbing himself almost violently, drops of pre-come
flicking off him and landing mostly on the countertop, one on my inner thigh.
    “I need to see you come like this,” he muttered, almost to
himself. “I’ll be able to see all the contractions, every move you make… But
not this time. This time, I’m going to be in you.”
    He pulled my knee abruptly to the side, spreading my thighs
even wider, and leaned over to tongue my clit, which was also butterflied by
the monstrous tube up my pussy. The sensation was too much for me and I
screamed. He stopped and looked up at me, his lips shiny with my juices.
    “It’s time for you to get fucked.”
    Oh God, the way he said it! My eyes rolled back and closed.
It was all too much and I doubted that I’d survive much more.
    My eyes flew open again a few moments later as I felt him
release my wrists from the cable that he had secured them with.
    He had rolled a condom onto his cock and had pushed his
trousers down to mid-thigh. I had a fleeting impression of his muscular ass as
he turned slightly and then he was standing between my feet again, pulling me
down the counter until my ass was at the very edge.
    He started to pull the tube out of me, very, very slowly,
and the sensation of it exiting my body was, if possible, even more intense
than when he had pressed it into me. He removed it and held it up briefly, so
that I could see it was dripping with my wetness, before tossing it aside. Then
he positioned himself at my entrance and wrapped my legs around his waist.
    It was my vision from earlier in the evening. His body was
so big and wide that my legs were forced open, almost beyond