Unlocking Tally Ch. 01

I quickly stripped out of my oversized shirt and pajama pants, and started to head back over to my computer desk. One look at the leather chair, however, and I started to have second thoughts about my choice of fondling locations. I had a glimpse into the future, and the idea of leather sticking to my more sensitive areas didn't sound great, and, one quick jaunt to my closet to grab a robe later, I found myself in a much more appealingly cotton-cushioned seating arrangement.

With my left hand clutching the toy and my right hand on the mouse, I resumed my story. Already, the characters I was reading about were pulling ahead of me in the orgasm department. Loki had finished the oral exam of the yarn, leaving Mr. Stark satisfied in a way that flew in the face of established canon. As the Trickster God positioned himself behind his paramore in the story, I began running the vibrator along my slit.

I'd usually savor the teasing parts of a good fanfic, but there was somewhere I needed to be. I practically skimmed the next few sentences, until I got to the point I was waiting for. The comic book supervillain thrust into his target, and, in kind, I thrust the plastic phallus into myself.

My first thought was: Whoa! Should have gone a bit slower there! There was a tightness issue to be sure.

My second thought, after the discomfort settled down a bit: oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. This was what I needed. I was done with just fingers. Waves of pleasure swept over my entire body as I began moving the toy in and out of myself. Not only were the sensations incredible. Not only did the feeling of bliss as the toy reached as far as it could go send shivers through my mind and body. But also, just knowing that I was doing this was the most delightfully perverse feeling I'd ever experienced. I could smell the hot scent of my sex wafting up to me, and I could hear the wet sounds coming from my pussy as I plunged the vibrator inside. I wanted to scream, but the fear of waking someone up prevented me from doing so. Problem was, that only made it even more intense. The short gasps that escaped as I rolled my head back in my chair, mouth open with arousal, made me feel passionate, dangerous, and so, so erotic. Even despite the intense pleasure I was feeling now, I managed to pause for a moment.

There were still two things left to do: I had two buttons to hit.

The first was the button on the bottom of the vibrator. I knew how it felt when I did my little test run earlier, and I could only imagine how it would feel when it was actually inside me. I braced myself, then hit the button.

It was hard to keep from screaming as the vibrations from the toy went off inside my pussy. I could feel every pulse of the toy, and, god, it felt so damn good. I let out a growl from deep in the back of my throat as I began pivoting the toy inside myself, finding the perfect spot.

"Ah, ah," I gasped, as I found my target. I might have been an overly tall, chubby, nerdy pariah of a girl, but, right now, I didn't need anyone else. There was just me and my plastic friend here, and he was treating me like a goddamn princess.

Now, for the second button. Mine.

As the toy let out its muffled buzz from deep inside my pussy, I began stroking my clit, rubbing it faster and faster as I shoved the plastic cock into my hole over and over. The sensation was incredible. Unlike anything I'd managed to accomplish with just my fingers alone. My muscles began to tense up. My limbs were shaking. I was close. I just...just needed to...

"Nnnaaggghhh!!!" I let out as my climax hit. The walls of my vagina squeezed around the toy as a thousand tiny explosions burst throughout my body. I could feel several small spurts of fluid start to run down my hand as the orgasm continued pulsing through my body. Eventually, the sensation passed, and I felt my body unclench, sinking back into the chair. The only sounds in the room were my desperate panting and the buzzing of the toy still sticking halfway out of me. In my delirious state, I somehow managed to hit the button again, turning the toy off, and pulled it out.

That...that was more than I ever hoped it would be. I figured I was missing out on something by choosing to forego sex, but I'd never imagined it could feel this good. A shiver passed over me, and a huge smile crept across my face. This was going to be the start of something great.

I knew I wanted more. I felt like I'd taken that first big jump into a cold swimming pool. Now that my body had adjusted to the change in temperature, I wanted to swim around in it. I wanted to truly explore myself. Really see what I was like as a sexual being.

My eyes drifted back over to the fanfic on my screen. I'd kind of forgotten about it, particularly once the awesome vibration part of my own erotic adventures began. I continued to read over it. I wasn't done. Not by a long shot. And, as I read detailed descriptions of Loki thrusting into Tony with wild abandon, a frighteningly exciting thought crossed my mind.

I looked over at the vibrator, still sitting on the computer desk, slick with my juices. I glanced at the story again. Before I could convince myself not to, I quickly tied my robe and headed out my bedroom door.

Slowly, deliberately, I put one foot down in front of the other, making sure the entire pad of my foot came to a rest before picking it up again. The goal here was to make as little noise as possible. If my parents woke up at two in the morning and saw me just going to the kitchen, that would be one thing. I could claim I was just getting a glass of water. But the return trip was the tricky part. There was absolutely no good excuse I could think of if I got caught on the way back.

So far I was doing a pretty damn good job staying quiet. I managed to get into the kitchen with no problems, and slowly pulled open the pantry door, taking as much care as possible to do so without letting it squeak or anything like that. Once the door was open, I used the light from my cell phone to see inside. A quick scan of the shelves, and I'd found what I was looking for.

Given that tonight was the first time that anything had penetrated me, I didn't exactly have a full stock of lubricant on hand to satisfy my curiosity. So, a quick Google search for "lube substitute" was in order. There were a few recommendations, but one stood out as easily accessible: vegetable oil. It was one of the messier options, but apparently it was safe to use.

I quickly grabbed the bottle, tucked it under my arm, and slowly closed the pantry door, making sure to turn the knob beforehand in order to avoid the telltale shutting sound. My heart was beating a thousand times per minute, and my breath was coming in short, excited gasps. Was I really doing this? Me? Tally? The girl who, until now, could barely even talk about sex? I didn't give myself time to think about it too hard as I raced back to my room, the bottle of oil concealed under my robe.

Before I made it back to my room, I made a quick stop at the bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels. Knowing my clumsy self, the likelihood of spilling some of the oil was pretty high, and having a bit of extra insurance against making a complete mess would be good. Also, it would be easier to explain having to wash towels than having to wash my entire bedspread.

Towels in hand, I made it back to my room, closed the door, locked the door, and went ahead and propped my computer chair against it for good measure. The last thing I wanted was someone walking in on this.

My hands shook as I walked back over to the bed. I reached under my pillow, searching with my hand. Eventually I found the cylindrical, plastic object to which I'd become so well acquainted tonight. I looked it over, and, thinking about where it had to go, what had previously seemed so small and inoffensive suddenly seemed huge. Probably best to work up to the dildo.

I untied the robe and let it fall to the floor. For a moment I just stood there, running my hands up and down my body. It felt like something had changed. I was still way too tall. I still had pudge in some places. But it didn't matter. I felt...better. More confident. I always knew that hymen was holding me back from greatness.

I also gave myself a quick tweak of the nipple. Just for fun. The twinge sent a shiver down and I felt myself starting to get that fun tingle.

After laying the towels down to form a protective layer of sorts, I climbed onto the bed, bottle of oil in hand. Now to find the best position. I climbed onto my knees, and started to undo the cap. Just pouring the vegetable oil directly onto my anus was probably not the best plan. Instead, I poured a bit into my left hand, then, used my right to spread it around onto my finger. Then, trying not to touch anything else, I set the bottle down onto my night stand.

Okay. I'm actually doing this.

I fell forward, resting on my elbows. I took a deep breath and reached back behind myself, shivering as I felt the cold, oil-covered finger graze against my puckered anus. Slowly, I began rubbing my finger around the hole. I started to feel my arousal growing as I put pressure on the outside of my ass. Even that sensation was intriguing in a new way, firing off nerve endings I'd never experienced before. After a few seconds off rubbing the lubricant in, I figured I was probably ready to go, and began to push. I gasped as my finger penetrated my anal ring.

It felt...good!

I hadn't expected it, but just the presence of a single digit made me feel so wanton and dirty. This was all for me. I wasn't doing this for procreation like I was taught in church. I wasn't simply lying on my back and getting pounded to fulfill my wifely duty. This was me, fucking myself in the ass with my finger. I shook my head, laughing at the thought. It was so foreign to me. But there it was. I was fingering my asshole because it felt good, and I wanted to cum. For myself. The freedom was almost as profound as the physical sensation.

There was no way I was going to be able to do this without touching my pussy. I raised myself up onto my knees, and stuck my free hand between my legs. As I slowly pushed my middle finger into my ass, I began rubbing my lips as fast and hard as I could. Right now I had no interest in being delicate with myself. Once I was up to the second knuckle on my right hand, I began intermittently pinching my clit, sending sharp shivers throughout my entire body. My left hand was getting wetter and wetter from my own arousal, every touch driving me wild, and the pressure in my ass only adding to the feeling.

Fuck it. I would build to a big one later. I just wanted to cum right then. My finger found my pink button, and began rubbing it furiously. My knees buckled, and I had to stifle a moan.

"Yes...yes...ohhh..." I whispered through my teeth, unable to stop myself. My back straightened as my limbs started to tense up, and I started to buck against the finger in my ass. Bolts of electricity ran through me as I started to move my finger in and out of my tight hole, all the while still rapidly frigging my clit. Then, it happened. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt the first glorious shiver of my orgasm. I tensed up as my body teemed with pleasure, and I felt my ass contract around the finger still inside it.

I let out a sigh and sank back down to my knees, removing my finger. It wasn't the most prolonged orgasm, but I was getting to that. All I knew then was that I wanted more. The rational Tally who knew her limits might have decided to work her way up by sticking two fingers in, then three. But that Tally wasn't around right now. Right now, I was horny as hell, and ready to break all of my boundaries. Care and patience was going right out the window.

I picked up the bottle of oil again, untwisting the lid and pouring a few more drops of it into my hand. I reached back and smeared the additional fluid onto my hole. Once a fresh coat was thoroughly applied, I knew it was time to take that next step. I grabbed the dildo, gave the shaft a couple strokes in order to apply the oil that still remained in my hand, and took a deep breath.

I started slowly, moving the head of the plastic cock around my rosebud in small circles. Even with that small motion, my body began to quiver in anticipation. Carefully, I started to apply a little bit of pressure. The extra time and lubricant did it's job, and the toy began to slip inside my channel with relative ease. The feeling of fullness was incredible as the toy started to make its way slowly into my tight little asshole. I sank back onto the bed, resting the bottom of the toy on the surface of the mattress so that I could simply slide down it at my own pace. I do so, slowly sinking down onto the toy as I rubbed my pussy, feeling the pressure in my ass growing more and more intense as I impaled myself on the plastic cock. When it was about halfway in, I stopped rubbing my labia and, instead, start inserting my fingers into myself. I started with one, then two, growing wetter and wetter as I continually thrust into my moist hole. I could feel the toy between the thin membrane that separates my ass and pussy, and the raw depravity of it all nearly sends me over the edge.

There was a bit of resistance now as I started to work the second half of the toy into my ass. I felt a slight twinge of pain. It was possible I was coming at things from the wrong angle. Reaching back, I grabbed the base of the toy and began to slowly rotate it, putting light pressure on as I searched for just the right point of entry. As I did so, I caught a glance at myself in the full-length, mirrored door that led to my closet. It was hard to even recognize myself. Who was this girl on her knees, with her fingers wrapped around a plastic cock and two fingers shoved inside herself.

A sudden desire struck me. With half of the toy still inside me, I moved over to the nightstand, where my phone sat, plugged into its charger. I quickly turned it on, and, with a swipe, brought up the camera app. Crawling back to the middle of the bed, I pointed my rear end toward the mirror. Grabbing a cheek with one hand and holding the camera with the other, I quickly took a picture of myself in this pose, before I had the chance to think about it too much and change my mind.

I looked at the results on the phone's screen. It wasn't a great picture. It certainly didn't have the professional qualities of even the most low-budget porn pics, but it was me. There I was. I could swear that I could make out the droplets of moisture dripping off my wet pussy, although that could have just been a reflection from the flash. I had no idea what I planned to DO with the picture. But just knowing that it was on there. That anyone could see it if they looked at my phone sent a shiver down my spine.

My naughty pictorial thus completed, I set the phone down and got back to the task at hand, bending over and rotating the base of the toy once more. The dildo didn't seem to be making much progress until...

"Oh!"

I let out an involuntary gasp as the rest of the toy sank in with a wet squelch. There was just enough left sticking out of my hole to still grab onto, but it was all the way in now. My breath came in short rasps, and it almost felt like the sensations were reverberating all the way up to my chest. My tight channel gradually became accustomed to the sensation, as my fingers moved down to my slick snatch and started to rub once more.

As I slipped one finger inside myself, the thought occurred to me that the toy, just sitting inside of me, was feeling more like a distraction than a real source of pleasure. Getting it inside was fun, but now that it was in, it seemed to be simply occupying nerve endings that would normally be responding to the sensations in my pussy. It was a bit surprising, as I had heard anal sex built up as this big thing, and was expecting much more powerful sensations. While I'd had some fun with my fingers, perhaps anything bigger just wasn't for me. Still, I thought, it was a fun experiment, at least. I grabbed the base of the toy and began pulling it out.

"Oh! Oh, wow! Wow!"

I didn't even try to stop myself from making noise this time. The feeling of the toy in motion was simply incredible. Fireworks went off on my brain, and I lost all cognitive reasoning ability. So THIS was the part of anal sex that got me going!

I pushed the toy back down my hole, thankfully meeting much less resistance this time. Once it had slid in fully, I pulled it back out again, resulting in even more mental fireworks. I started to pick up speed, pulling the toy out until just the tip remained inside, then shoving it back in. After a few moments, I'd fully acclimated to the toy and was out-and-out fucking myself with it.

My other hand was busy working overtime. I'd managed to get three fingers inside myself, and was rapidly rubbing my inner walls. The angle wasn't quite working for me, though, so I pulled my fingers out, still dripping with my wetness. I gazed at them for a moment, then, without hesitation, shoved the fingers inside my mouth, tasting the tangy flavor of my pussy. It wasn't something I'd ever done before, generally preferring to wash my hands thoroughly after my previous secretive sessions, but it just made me feel so hot. Slutty, even. I knew from reading Tumblr that the word had tons of negative connotations that, as a feminist, I should be offended by, but right now that didn't matter. I was a slut. A whore, who, it turned out, enjoyed the taste of pussy.

I bunched my fingers up together inside my mouth, forming as phallic of a shape as I could muster, and started working my tongue around my digits. As I continued to thrust the dildo in and out of my ass while licking the makeshift cock in my mouth, my mind began to wander. I thought about the two male baristas who worked the evening shift at the Hastings on 52nd street. I always saw them when I went in to read comics, and had idle thoughts about their cuteness before. But now, I was picturing a different scenario. I pictured going up there on a slow night when nobody else was around, maybe flashing my tits at them. They get the hint immediately and lead me to a back room, where they rip my clothes off. I get wetter and wetter as I feel their hands all over me.

"Ungf!" I moaned around the fingers in my mouth. The pleasure in my ass was growing by the second, and I started letting out short, breathy grunts and moans with every thrust. I could feel myself getting close.

I took my fingers out of my mouth, letting a trail of saliva fall onto my chest. I didn't even care. It just made me feel all the dirtier. In my mind, it was the barista, pulling his cock out of my mouth and shooting strand after strand of hot, sticky cum all over my breasts. I moved my hand back down to my throbbing mound, and started rubbing once more. Each pass over my clit sent shockwaves racing through me. My breathing became even more strained and rapid as I got closer and closer, my fingers slick with my own juices.

I wanted more. I took my clit in between my two fingers and pinched. It hurt, but in a good kind of way. I pinched it again, feeling sharp stabs of pleasure reverberating through my limbs. During my occasional perusal of the more erotic parts of the internet, I'd occasionally caught furtive glimpses of the rough stuff, glancing away as soon as I saw it. I probably wasn't going to go full bore with that sort of thing, but the little bit of pain mixed with pleasure I was inflicting on myself now definitely had its appeal.

I went back to rubbing myself for a bit, before giving my pussy a short, sharp slap. It felt good. I kept it up, intermittently hitting my wet quim as I continued to rapidly stroke my outer lips.