Toy Party

An eBook By Sidney Durham.

She turned and faced me. "Happy now?" she asked. Words can't describe my happiness at that moment. Those clamped breasts, with the chain swinging between them, that dark patch of pubic hair peeking at me through the opening in the panties… And there was my dick, which was jumping up and down the same way my heart was, trying to get its head outside my shorts, trying to drag me across the room to this Saturday afternoon vision. Oh, that little guy was a gamester that afternoon, I'll tell ya.

Mandy seemed to be on a roll. Before I caught my breath, she had pulled a big dick out of the suitcase and slapped it down on the ledge so that it was aimed at my ceiling. "This is called a dildo," she said. "This is the medium. It's six and one-half inches long and two and one-half inches in circumference."

"Dildo? What's a dildo? That thing looks like a plastic dick to me, if you'll excuse the expression. And medium? That thing? That's a large or an extra-large if I ever saw one! I mean mine's... Well never mind. What do you do with that thing? What does it taste like?"

I should have kept my mouth shut. I could tell from the look on her face that I'd made her mad. She reached into the suitcase and pulled out another one of those dildo things. "This is a large, Jay," she said emphatically, slamming it down next to the first one. "And I don't think they're flavored."

It was huge! It must have been ten inches long. "Wow!" I whispered. "Who modeled for that? King Kong? And how do you know it's not flavored?"

"Well, it doesn't say anything about flavoring in the brochure..."

"You don't know? Why don't you taste it?"

She looked at me for a few seconds, and without even changing the expression on her face, she picked up this king-sized dick and stuck it in her mouth. She slid it in and out a few times, never taking her eyes off my face.

"No flavor," she said emphatically. "Besides, they're not meant for tasting."

I'm no dummy. I had already figured that out. She was already moving on. "Condoms," she said, throwing a few packages on the ledge. "Oh! I need some of those," I said.

"Oh! I need some of those," I said.

"Ribbed or regular?"

"Ribbed, of course. I'll need the large."

"Right. Sure you do."

"Do."

"Liar. Prove it."

"It's true," I said

"Come over here," she ordered. I did, and as quick as a whistle, she had my shorts down around my ankles. "I think you're lying," she said, ripping the package open. "Hold still. We'll just see."

I did as ordered. She got to her knees and unrolled a rubber onto my dick. I thought for a second my body was going to buckle when she touched me. To make things worse, the damn thing fit like a cheap rubber glove. It would have fallen off if my dick hadn't been sticking straight out.

She laughed. "I thought so," she said. "You're just medium." With that insult she began to rummage in her display case, leaving me standing there with my shorts around my ankles and my dick poking out in the air, waving around like a dog's nose with a rubber bag over it.

"Large," I insisted. "This rubber's a trick thing. Nobody has a dick that big."

She ignored me. In her hand she had something else she'd gotten out of her display case. She dropped it over one of those dildo things. It was a plastic ring of some kind. "You might need this some day," she said.

I looked at this thing for a while. Then it came to me: "Oh! I know! You get a bunch of those dicks, er, dildos, and play ring toss?"

She did the blinking thing again, as if she was wondering if I just fell off the back of a turnip truck. "It's a penile erectile enhancement device, silly. Some people call it a cock ring."

For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why a guy would wear a ring on his dick. First of all nobody would see it - well not in my case anyway - and besides, it was too big. It would just slide off and be a nuisance. "Peeney what? Oh, hell, I give up," I confessed. "What's it for?"

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