So we had decided we wanted to expand our sex toy collection; we had been talking about exploring different cock sizes while fucking, and the thought of something bigger excited us both, so after some research we discovered cock sleeves. We didn’t even know they existed; we didn’t want to just order one online, as we wanted to see the size, so that’s when we made our way to an out-of-town sex shop. We hadn’t been before, and so we were quite nervous about the experience but really wanted to try something new.

Fast forward to today, and here we are, staring at a whole shelf of cock sleeves, from ones slightly bigger than Barry to some monster-sized ones as big as my arm.

Barry reached out to one around 8 inches long; he placed it in my hand, and I could feel the cock sleeve’s ridges against my skin, and wow, the head on the thing was certainly going to need some lube. I could feel myself getting a little bit wet with the thought of having this inside me.

“Imagine,” Lisa whispered, her fingers tracing the air just above the toy. “This inside me, the noises I would make.”

A slow flush crept up Barry’s neck. “You’d take it?”

“I’d beg for it, again and again," Lisa whispered in his ear, really getting into this.

Barry took the sleeve back to take to the till and said, "Looks like we have our winner."

Lisa followed Barry, excited to get home and try the new toy.

As they made their way to the till, they walked past the DVDs; one box made Lisa stop cold. The woman on the cover had her own shade of dark hair, the same spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose, the same sexy glint in her eye, and a body that seemed to be like they were cloned.

She was on her hands and knees, a man buried in her mouth, another in her pussy, and a third working her ass while a fourth stroked himself into her open palm. Air Tight: Four Loads, No Waiting was the title of the DVD.

Lisa picked it up and held it beside her face like a mirror. “Do you see what I see, Barry?”

Barry’s breath went shallow. His trousers shifted. Lisa didn’t have to look down to know what was happening; she could feel the heat radiating off him.

“Wow, you never told me about this experience,” he joked.

A voice slid in from behind them, a soft voice. “She really does look like you. It’s almost spooky.”

The shop assistant couldn’t have been older than twenty-four. Dark curly hair pinned messily above a young, gorgeous face. Her tight T-shirt struggled to contain a pair of full, heavy breasts that swayed as she gestured toward the back corridor.

“We’ve got a cinema downstairs if you want to watch it before buying." Her eyes flicked to Barry’s crotch and then back to Lisa’s face. “A lot of couples like to… sample the DVDs before buying.”

Lisa traded a glance with Barry. His face was a picture; Lisa could tell he wanted to go but would never say yes.

So Lisa had to take the lead. “Alright,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Would love to see the cinema," trying to act cool.

The staircase was narrow, lit by a single strip of red neon. At the bottom, a door opened into a small, plush room with six leather sofas arranged in rows in front of quite an impressively large wall-mounted flat screen.

A film was already playing, a large Black man with a massive cock and a young blonde-haired lady on her knees trying to take it all in her mouth.

Lisa barely registered the video playing because the instant she stepped through the door, every pair of eyes in the room locked onto her.

Lisa had wrongly assumed this was a private cinema; her nerves were kicking in now.

The room was just men; not a woman in sight, and they almost looked shocked to see her, all shuffling around trying to hide obvious erections.

The men were all of different ages and sizes; she was shocked at how attractive a couple of them were.

The assistant glided to the media player. “Have a seat. I’ll swap the disc; hope nobody minds?”

No one objected, as they all only had eyes for Lisa, which was having a weird effect on her, something she had never experienced before. Was it nerves or excitement? She couldn’t tell.

Lisa and Barry settled onto the center sofa, Barry draping an arm over her shoulder in a protective display. She pressed into his side, breathing in the scent of his aftershave.

The screen flickered. And there was her, the Lisa doppelganger, arching her back and taking a cock deeper than seemed possible. The surround sound filled the room with wet sounds and breathy gasps. Lisa’s pulse began to drum in her ears, drowning out the rustle of the men shifting in their seats.

Lisa was focused on the woman's enjoyment on the screens; it was something she had never seen or experienced before.

Barry’s thumb found her nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse. A slow circle, then a gentle pinch.

A moan leaked from her throat before she could stop it.

His other hand settled on her knee, inching upward.

The hem of her skirt rode up with each stroke of his palm, then the sensitive skin just above her stocking, then the damp panel of her panties. He groaned into her ear, “You’re soaked.”

He slid the gusset aside and dragged one finger through the slick heat, circling her clit with a pressure that made her hips buck.

Her morning was now getting louder than the TV; her eyes fixed on the onscreen action, Lisa was now getting to the point that she didn’t care who heard. She needed to come and needed to come fast.

Her hand flew to Barry’s belt, yanking the leather through the buckle, freeing his cock.

It was already rigid, already pre-cum leaking.

She said, “I’ve never felt your cock this hard before."

She stroked him twice, feeling the familiar veins with her palm, then twisted her body and lowered her head into his lap.

The first taste made her eyelids flutter. She slid down, slowly, taking him to the root. Like the woman on the screen, putting on a show.

Barry’s hips rose to meet her. From this angle—her ass in the air, skirt bunched around her waist, soaking wet panties clinging to one thigh—she opened her eyes, looked around, taking in the scene, and saw the men gathering.

They’d abandoned the sofas. A semicircle of shadows, every fly undone, every fist wrapped around a very hard cock

One cock caught Lisa's eye; it was enormous. She gasped around Barry’s cock; the head was bigger than the sleeve, and the length looked bigger than anything Lisa had ever seen.

The man it belonged to was in the corner, still seated, now stroking himself slowly while staring directly into her eyes.

Lisa sucked Barry deeper. His muscles tensed. She knew the signs: the quickening breath, the way his hips were rising. He was close. She pulled off with a wet pop and met his eyes. “Not yet. I need you to come inside me.”

She stood, hooked her fingers into her soaked panties, and peeled them off. Then she straddled him, positioning the head of his cock against her entrance, and sank down in one motion.

The stretch was familiar but still more, heightened by everything happening around them. Barry groaned into her neck and worked the buttons of her blouse, frantically shoving the fabric aside and unhooking her bra so he could latch onto her nipple. His tongue flicked, and teeth grazed as Lisa began to ride.

The men crowded closer. She could smell them, the musk of precum. Lisa was mesmerized by all the cocks, some long and slender, others stubby and thick. That giant one still waited in the background.

Barry’s voice whispered against her ear. “Do you want to touch them?”

She nodded before Barry had even finished. He helped her settle fully onto his cock, their bodies flush, so she could lean back and reach out with both hands.

Her left palm wrapped around a silky shaft that twitched at her touch. Her right hand found another one; it was a larger and heavier one, the skin sliding easily over rigid flesh.

A third man guided her head to his length, and Lisa’s brain short-circuited. What am I doing? The question dissolved the instant he pressed the head of his cock against her lips.

She opened for him without thinking, tasting salt and sweat.

She could feel Barry straining inside her, his cock harder than ever before.

She could hear the woman onscreen moaning through a triple penetration, and the real groans around her seemed to echo it.

She traded cocks like changing channels. The next one by her lips was wider, stretching the corner of her mouth, forcing her jaw to relax. Her hand kept pumping the two in her hands. Beneath her, Barry’s rhythm stuttered; she felt him moaning into her neck, then he flooded her with a ragged cry, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.

Lisa’s own climax hovered; it was close, but not quite. She needed that release; she didn’t think. She lifted off Barry’s lap and bent over the arm of the sofa. Her skirt was around her waist, her bare cum-filled pussy presented to the room.

Someone stepped behind her immediately—she felt the blunt pressure of a cock's head nudging between her folds and then a slow, full thrust that made her gasp. Wider than Barry. A different angle, a deeper push inside her.

A cock pressed into her mouth immediately from the front. Lisa was gone; she didn’t care anymore, just chasing this orgasm.

Hands touching and stroking her everywhere, a set tangled in her hair, numerous hands on her tits.

The man behind her drove into her with grunting thrusts, and she felt the hot pulse of his release, and then he was gone, Lisa still not quite managing to come yet, the frustration building.

He was replaced instantly by another. A third load filled her minutes later; she swallowed the man in her mouth when he shuddered and came across her tongue.

But she still hadn’t cum. Desperation tightened her throat. She straightened up on shaky legs, scanning the bodies until she found him, the big one.

He was still seated, still stroking that massive cock with an expression of patient hunger. Lisa walked through the knot of men on a mission; she was taking control now; she knew what she needed.

“I need that inside me,” she said.

She pushed his chest until his back hit the sofa and climbed on top of him. The sheer width at her entrance made her scream. All that cum inside her eased the way, but the stretch was still monumental.

She sank down inch by inch, feeling every ridge of him, until he was fully inside.

A familiar hand touched her shoulder. Barry, hard again, eyes glassy. “Behind me," she moaned. "Now, like the woman in the film.”

He understood. While she began a slow, grinding rise and fall on the giant cock, a man appeared at her face; she took him into her mouth without hesitation.

Barry stepped behind her and coated his shaft and Lisa’s ass with the mix of cum leaking from her pussy, then pressed the tip against her ass. The pressure built slowly until he slipped past the tight ring of muscle and began to move.

Three cocks inside her. The man with the massive cock underneath her grunted. Barry’s breath blew hot across her neck. The man in her mouth whimpered.

They found a rhythm, not perfect, but it was working. Lisa felt the orgasm building like a wave. She pushed back into Barry, clenched around the massive cock below, and it happened.

She screamed around the cock in her mouth. Her body convulsed. The orgasm wouldn’t stop; all that build-up, all that pressure, was released in wave after wave of orgasm.

Lisa was in heaven; she had never experienced an orgasm like this before.

The convulsion triggered all three men; the man beneath her was fucking her harder upward with a roar, he filled her pussy with another load of cum.

Barry flooded her ass, and the taste of salt coated her tongue. She collapsed onto the broad chest, every muscle liquid, the world reduced to the sound of her heartbeat and the moaning from the TV screen.

Barry’s hands eventually lifted her, steadying her trembling knees. The man with the giant cock pressed a piece of paper into her sticky palm. “Call me,” he said, and Lisa found herself nodding, grasping the paper like it was the most important thing ever.

They collected their clothes and got dressed. The assistant met them at the top of the stairs, holding the DVD in one hand and the cock sleeve in a discreet black bag in the other. Her smile was slow, knowing. “I’ll put these through the till. Also, I can send you a copy of the CCTV for your… private collection. It’s a perk we offer special customers.”

Lisa blinked, her brain still floating three feet above her body. “The CCTV?”

“Oh yes.” The assistant’s pen was already moving across a receipt slip, writing out a phone number. “Here is my number. In case you ever want to arrange a private screening without the random audience.” She slid the slip across the counter, her dark eyes locking onto Lisa’s. “I’m Elena, by the way.”

Lisa stared at the digits, and a slow grin spread across her face; an idea was forming.