I hadn’t planned on ushering in the new year like this. To be fair, I rarely ever plan anything. Events just seem to happen. Like falling for someone. It’s such a heady moment when you connect and sparks fly and you find yourself suddenly besotted and bewitched and, occasionally, bewildered. But that’s a different story, for another day. This one is about a toy that has become almost mythical in proportion in the world of smut. The sybian.
My couple had decided to purchase one. A Christmas present is how they put it, although who it was for was never quite made clear. Not for me, I had to assume, since It hadn’t been neatly wrapped and placed under the tree on Christmas morning. Instead it had been set up down in the basement where I rarely go. No real reason. It’s set up for parties and it’s been a very long while since we’ve been able to have any sort of get together. In fact, this was the first in nearly a year. Small and intimate. David and Anya were there of course. And Scott and Holly, a couple that I’d played with on occasion and had kept in touch with. And a third couple – Kari and Charles - who I’d met a few times back when people were still able to visit without spending two weeks in quarantine. And me, the third wheel. The girl without any attachments.
The basement had been set up like a club. There was already a wet bar and a big screen tv with a sound system. Some couches, too. David has put up a small disco ball and several of those star shower type Christmas lights that shone red and green laser lights on walls and ceilings and other similar devices. It was very colourful and, with music and videos playing on the television, it really was a club-like atmosphere. There was champagne, too, of course.
Anya had mentioned I should dress as if I was out clubbing, so I had. A very fun and sexy dress and strappy heels. I hadn’t bothered with a bra. I rarely do. I’m not big enough up top to worry about it unless I’m concerned about my nipples being on display, which is often an issue. They seem to betray me at the worst times. I debated on panties and eventually decided to put on a thong. I could always take it off later, I reasoned, not really sure what would happen as the evening progressed.
It was fun. Everyone was in a party mood and things got progressively risqué as the evening wore on. And yes, while the sybian wasn’t lit up and glorified, it was present and I knew exactly what it was and what it was used for. In other words, it was impossible to ignore.
The shoes were the first thing to go. I simply got tired of dancing in heels. The panties stay on until Holly suggested, during a playful little make-out session, that I should hand them over to her. By then I was a little tipsy and had been bashfully flashing my tits and ass much to everyone’s amusement and appreciation. I’d also become free with my kisses, which had progressed from playful little pecks to full on tongue. By 11 o’clock, had anyone checked (and they had), they would have notices how wet my thighs were, not to mention my pussy.
“I think she’s ready,” Anya announced. Not sure what she meant, I simply agreed with a giggle.
She led me by the hand over to the object of my curiosity. The Sybian was purple, not black. I hadn’t realized you had a choice until now. There was an obvious rubber cock and a bit of a bump on it. It wasn’t meant to be subtle. You sat on it with your clit on the bump and the cock up your cunt and then you turned it on.
I considered myself a shy exhibitionist. I like showing off but I get extremely embarrassed about it as well. This was one of those moments. I knew what was expected of me. She wanted me to sit on it – impaled on the dildo in front of everyone – and then she’d turn it on and I’d ride it in front of an audience. Had it just been her and David, I doubt I’d have hesitated. Maybe not even with Holly and Scott, but the other couple were nearly strangers, albeit ones I’d been making out with and flashing for the past couple of hours.
“I don’t know,” I whispered, knowing I was blushing visibly. I was incredibly turned by this point. I wanted to. I also didn’t want to. Hesitantly I moved closer, guided by Anya, her fingers wrapped around my wrist, letting her position me over the saddle, holding my hand as I knelt and fumbled with the rubber cock, easily slipping it up into my incredibly wet pussy, the hem of my dress hiding it from everyone’s gaze. And then, I relaxed, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as I felt it pushing my walls apart and filling me and the small bump pressing against my sensitive nub.
