Tunnel Vision — P.J. Rosier

All day I could hardly contain myself.  Every time the thought of our forthcoming love-making that evening popped up in my mind, I felt that little stir of pleasure in my groin and I immediately grew hard and wet – or harder and wetter, maybe I should say.

By six pm it was lucky that I had to prepare dinner which took my mind off what was to follow or I’m sure I would have had to seek relief in some other, more manual way (if you get my drift) and that would have spoiled the anticipation.  As it was, I’m no great cook but I am experienced at putting together pre-prepared and frozen food with a garnish here or there, a nice bottle of wine, and some extras such as dips and sauces to make it all a touch more refined.

And anyway, my girlfriend Clodagh is understanding of live-alone bachelors who are all fingers and thumbs domestically speaking.   Talking of Clodagh, she is a lover to make any man jealous.   From Ireland with probably Viking forebears, she is a stunning redhead with a slim figure, long legs and a tight little ass.  She’s also kind, considerate and a wild animal in bed: an adventurous partner in sin!   I was counting on that tonight.

She arrived on the dot of seven o’clock and I helped her off with her coat and pecked her cheek thinking that I would be helping her off with a good deal more than that later on.  She squeezed me affectionately in a delicate place and giggled.   After a chat with a glass or two of that rather good wine,  I served up our meal and, although I say it myself, it wasn’t bad.   The starter was attractive and tasted just right to stimulate the taste buds, the main course was appetising and enough to satisfy without weighing us down with food (not good for later) and the dessert light and airy.  Coffee was okay too!

After  a brief few minutes to appreciate our meal, it was just natural to kiss and cuddle a bit on the couch and not too long after, to make our way upstairs where darling Clodagh stripped down to her pretty little lace panties and nothing else and slid between the crisp sheets of my king-size.

I was already there waiting for her and enjoying the excitement I got from watching her hot shape and sexy moves.

We began by kissing and cuddling and then moved on to the more exciting part of nuzzling her breasts and sucking her tender nipples whilst she slid her hand down on my balls and squeezed them with fingers at once smooth and iron-hard.   She loved to play with me there and I liked it too, even if her firm grip could bring tears to my eyes and leave me with black and blue swollen balls for twenty-four hours afterwards.

I’m sure that sort of torture was something passed down in her Viking bloodline!   As it was, it stopped my coming far too soon as I would otherwise have done with all that fantastic attention.  Wouldn’t you?  Just imagine being in bed with that slim, sexy perfumed red-head, really hot and loving.  Was I lucky or what?

Still, every relationship, however hot and horny, needs a touch more spice now and again – a bit like my pre-prepared meals!   I told you a special touch, an extra garnish or two, could make all the difference and now I had just the extra  ingredient I thought we could use to make tonight a night to remember.

By this time, I had sucked and licked Clodagh’s beautifully formed breasts, stroked her slit and teased her clit both inside her lacy little bikini briefs and with them stripped off, too.   My mouth had been on those lower lips that her panties usually covered, my fingers had held her ass tight and caressed it whilst exploring her cleft there and I knew from experience I had brought her to the brink of a climax once or twice as well.

She had done her own share of exploration, her lips and tongue on my cock were heaven and it was as well that, at almost the last moment, she knew I was about to spurt so pulled back and squeezed the tip of my glans as hard as she could between finger and thumb.  It made me yelp but controlled me very effectively.  Those Viking women must have been fierce!

Anyway, it was a good moment to say “Hey, baby, there’s something I want to show you.”

She laughed.   “Haven’t I seen it all before?”

“Not like this, you haven’t!”

I twisted my body over to the edge of the bed and clicked on the low power light on the nightstand.   Pulling open the top drawer, I brought out the object I had been dreaming about using all day and slapped it into her surprised hand.

She turned it over, this way and that.

“Is this what I think it is?” she asked, looking understandably puzzled.

“Depends on what you think but, yeah, you’ve maybe seen something like it.  It’s a pussy opener.   I can slip that inside you and just see your most secret place – before and after I ravish you!”

She looked at it again and ran an enquiring finger down its length.

“Mmm, nice and smooth, warm plastic too.  Not so clinical as those medical ones I’ve seen.  But how’re you going to see anything down there?”

“Built in light, look.”  And I clicked the hidden switch for a small bulb to glow brightly at the end.   “Baby, listen.  This is the ultimate sex aid.  The one thing hardly any lover has ever done.  To open his babe’s snatch and see her naked lust there, her most secret place, before and after he gives her the best fucking she’s ever had.  What do you say?”

“You’ve got a good opinion of yourself,” she giggled.   “How do you know how good my other fuckings have been?    Still, this is kind of a turn-on for me, too.  Okay, babe, but take it easy.”

And my sexy Clodagh pulled a pillow down from behind her head, slid it under her buttocks and lay with her legs wide and her pretty little pussy lips fully exposed for her randy lover to penetrate in more ways than just the usual.  I told you she was hot stuff.

I knelt between her legs and gently parted her fleshy outer lips with my fingers.  That was easy enough as her bare, succulent inner lips were aroused and swollen, flushed with excitement.  At least I had solid confirmation that Clodagh was as keen to try this as me.   Although I had often gone down on my pretty redhead, my teasing and tasting with lips and tongue had never really involved a close examination of this area that all men, well almost all, are most interested in, so it was exciting to see how evocative of passion her lips and equally aroused clit were.

At length I slid my pussy opener in-between her inner lips into that pretty little slit, guarding her most secret place.   In case you haven’t seen one of these sex toys, let me just describe it for you.  Like a tube, but narrower at the tip and then widening towards the hand grip at the far end, it was split down each side so it could open like a bird’s beak when I squeezed the grip.   Normally spring loaded shut, opening it and activating the little light on the end made for easier viewing down the inside the tube in the shady dark between Clodagh’s spread thighs.   Its smooth plastic finish coupled with Clodagh’s natural lubrication made it simple for me to ease it further into her pretty vagina.   I squeezed the grip, opening up the tube against her flesh and she gave a little squeal and grabbed for my free hand which she held tightly.

In the light I could clearly see the beautiful red walls of her very own tunnel of love stretching away to the rose bud shape of her cervix.   Little corrugations ridged the inside of her passage which was soaking wet, no surprise considering our lovemaking so far.   Greedy for the best view possible, I eased further in until my hand was pressed hard against her groin and my eye tight against the pussy opener as I penetrated every last centimetre of her intimate being.  I knew that I was just as hard as hell but I was soon aware that Clodagh was equally aroused as she began to rock to and fro, forcing the pussy opener in and out of her cunt and twisting her pelvis as if to screw it further into herself.   Using it like a dildo was a surprise but I helped her by squeezing just as hard as possible on the grip, opening the tube to its widest extent affording her maximum sensation.

All the while I had the most wonderful view of darling Clodagh’s vaginal walls which began to ripple and pulse along with her growing orgasm.   Just as I felt my hand would fall off from the amount of grip she was exerting on it (and glad that this time it wasn’t my balls she was holding), she gave out a scream and shuddered violently as the orgasm ripped through her.   As she let go of my hand and collapsed back on the bed, a stream of ejaculate spurted from her, over my hand and the pussy opener.  I had always heard that some women, maybe just a lucky few, really did squirt when they came but Clodagh had never been one – until now that is.

I loved it.

Finally, as her vagina rippled and glowed with the after-effects, I found myself stunned by the beauty of what I had seen.   Removing the pussy opener  very gently from Clodagh’s tightening tunnel, I laid it on one side before gently easing my way up her body and kissing and cuddling her as she recovered.

“Fantastic, baby, fantastic,” was about all I could say at first.   “Seeing you like that as you came, well…sex with you will never be better than that.”

“I felt so aroused,” said an exhausted Clodagh.  “The thought and feel of you in there watching me inside, well, I just wanted to explode.”  Then looking at my soaked hand,   “Guess I did, too.”

Of course, I was massively aroused.   A little while later after some kissing and cuddling, heavy petting and loving whispers, so was Clodagh yet again.    This time I slid a more conventional type of tube into her vagina and began to pump her gently.

I grew steadily harder knowing that, after I had come, my reward would be to get down between her thighs and, once more, to view the inside of her ravished and plundered tunnel that now so entranced me.

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Read Peter’s other stories published on Every Night Erotica, here.

Peter Rosier is a British author who has had work published in paper form (Mammoth Books, Sensorotika Press, Meat Grinder Press, etc) and on-line including Ruthie’s Club and Oysters and Chocolate.  Work has also been scripted for Hong Kong television and performed on stage by fringe theatre in London.

You may find Peter Rosier here: http://www.pjrosier.bravehost.com/.