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"Crystal Impalement"
By Kelly


Diary, July 22, 2002.

My ex-boyfriend had mailed me a parting gift.  At first I thought 
it was uncharacteristically sweet of him.  Henry hadn't been the 
greatest boyfriend in the world.  He was a bartender with no future, 
extremely possessive and obsessed with sex.  Maybe obsessed is too 
casual of a word.  He could go for hours in bed and he belonged to some 
sort of book group that collected information on the topic.  Right 
before we broke up, he had hung this horrible painting of some alleged 
Sex God into my bedroom.  Right above the bed! How juvenile can you 
get?  The 'God' had two dicks for Christ's sake.  It made me realize I 
was dating a man with the libido of a teenager if his ideal God was 
someone who could jerk off twice.

	  When I opened his gift I just started laughing.  After breaking 
up with a man because of his sex addiction, what does he send me? A 
dildo.  I shit you not.  Granted, it must have been expensive because 
it was made completely out of some sort of crystal and it was a good 
eight inches long.  At first I thought it was plastic, but it had a 
certain gemlike hardness to it and it refracted the light beautifully.  
I wasn't sure how he could have afforded such a thing.  On the other 
hand, it was just like him to sink so much money into a sex toy for 
someone he wasn't even dating anymore.

	I had to return it.  It was beautiful, but it was also kind of 
obscene.  How could any woman use that on herself and not feel silly?  
As large as it was, would it even fit?  I kept looking at the thing and 
the questions kept stacking in my mind.

	Fuck it.  I figured I could always wash it afterward.  Besides, 
it had been two weeks since Henry moved out, and despite being 
immature, he was a tremendous lay.  That boy knew how to fuck.

	I went into my bedroom and stripped off my pants.  It had been a 
long day at the office and I could use something to unwind.  The 
crystal felt warm in my hands as I checked it over.  It was completely 
smooth with no sharp edges at all.  Leave it to Henry to find a good 
dildo.  

	As unique as it was, it was already turning me on.  It was exotic 
and a little naughty.  Crystal shouldn't be used for things like this.  
Crystal was meant for wine glasses and delicate works of art, maybe 
that was what was arousing me. So sitting on my bed I spread my legs 
and placed the tip against my pussy.  It felt warm and I prepared 
myself for a few moments by rubbing it against the lips of my sex.  I 
enjoyed just looking at the thing as it was about to enter me.  It had 
a faint purple tint to it that I hadn't noticed before and for some 
reason, that just made me more wet.

	I parted my lips with my fingers and slipped the tip of the dildo 
into me.  Good God, it was so thick!  My lips stretched to take it in 
and I shuddered as I kept pushing.  The dildo expanded me from the 
inside, pushing and filling me with a liquid smoothness that plastic 
could never compete with.  Slowly I kept pushing it inside me and it 
was a guilty satisfaction I felt when I had pushed all of it inside me.

	That's when I felt a pulse.  It might have been from my stuffed 
pussy, clenching in tense delight.  I didn't think it could have come 
from the crystal dildo because the thing was transparent and I didn't 
see any machinery inside it.  All I know is that something pulsed once 
and the feeling had almost brought me to climax right there.

	My fingers couldn't hold the dildo anymore because most of it was 
inside me.  What I could do though was push at it with my fingers, and 
my natural resistance would push it slightly back out.  It was only a 
slight movement but God, it was wonderful.  I looked down at my pushed 
apart lips and wondered what it would look like from down there.  Just 
seeing the small end of the dildo emerging and then returning from my 
pussy was driving me crazy.  

	 I had never been filled so completely before and the crystal was 
as warm as flesh inside me.  Little shocks were running through my 
body; exciting my nipples all the way down to my curling toes.  I fell 
back against the bed and brought my knees up as I diddled myself 
faster.  My clitoris begged for attention so I rubbed it with my free 
hand.  That little extra attention was everything my body craved.  The 
bedsprings creaked decadently as I fucked myself to gratifying orgasm.  
By the time I had my second, third and fourth orgasm, the headboard was 
banging the wall as if Henry was back in bed with me.

	When my body was exhausted, I pulled the dildo from me and moaned 
as I felt it's wonderful girth leave.  The crystal glistened with my 
juices and I felt a little ashamed by how slick and wet it was.  That 
was also when I noticed that the crystal now had a blue tint.  I didn't 
think anything of it.  When my knees could support me, I got a towel 
and gave it firm cleaning.

	Completely fucked and loving it, I went back into the living room 
to catch some TV.  My mood had improved and I was no longer upset about 
my day at work.  Henry was a pervert but he did have his good points.  

HBO was playing a movie I had seen a dozen times and I settled in 
to watch it again.  I'm a sucker for George Clooney movies. Halfway 
through the movie, I started to get an itch.  Right down there. It made 
me laugh. I mean my nipples were hard underneath my shirt and I had 
caught myself cupping my breasts absent-mindedly.  I could feel a 
stirring in my pussy that defied logic.  I had just fucked myself and I 
was still horny.

	"I guess it has been awhile since I got laid," I laughed.

	So slipping my fingers down to my clit, I casually started 
playing with myself.  George was on screen, looking handsome and suave 
even in a desert.  I pictured that chin between my thighs and those 
eyes were looking up at me.  My fingers sunk deep into my pussy and I 
fucked myself hard for a few horny minutes.

I couldn't get off.  Even when his cute co-star, Mark, appeared, 
I still couldn't get off.  I was right on the edge.  My fingers were 
slick., my pussy was clenching in rhythms and I was biting my lips with 
desire but I just couldn't climax.

Then I realized it. My pussy felt empty.  I knew what I wanted 
and I jumped off the couch.  It was waiting on my dresser, and in one 
motion I grabbed it and pushed it into me.  The result was 
instantaneous.  My pussy felt complete again and I fucked myself 
standing up.  I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror and I was 
amazed by how horny I looked.  I shook my head. My red hair got in my 
eyes and I didn't care.  My mouth was grunting.  My eyes were half 
closed and my throat was swallowing hard.

	I climaxed once standing up, and then again on the bed.

	And again after dinner.

	And three more times in bed before I could finally settle down to 
go to sleep.


Diary, July 23, 2002.

	This morning I opened my eyes to see the crystal dildo lying 
where I had left it.  The sunlight was shining through it, casting a 
rainbow on the wall. The dildo itself had a green tint to it now.  I 
also noticed that I was incredibly horny.

	But I refused to use it. Self control was something I prided 
myself in, but this morning, staring at that obscene thing, I just 
couldn't hold out. So instead, I reached down, determined to get myself 
off on my own.  I played with my nipples and I rolled my hips into my 
hand.  My eyes closed and I thought of George, I thought of this 
amazing blonde guy I had a one night stand with, and I even thought of 
Henry.  All I succeeded in doing was getting myself aroused and 
frustrated.

	So I reached for the dildo, and when I placed my fingers on it 
everything was right with the world again.  I couldn't explain it. I 
felt silly. And the crystal slid right in, like it was made for me, and 
not at all like the night before.  I moaned as I fucked myself to the 
orgasm that I craved.

	What a way to start a morning.  I actually managed to get through 
breakfast and the morning news without needing to fuck myself.  Self 
control was the key. And by then I was feeling so sexy that I put on a 
green summer dress for work.  The one with the spaghetti straps and 
that didn't even touch my knees. My body was in a relaxed state of 
ecstasy even though my clit was sensitive from all the handling I've 
given it lately.  On the freeway, I found myself singing along with 
every song that played on the radio no matter how lame it was.

	Ten minutes on the road, I felt the craving again.  My voice died 
in mid-chorus as I felt the hunger between my thighs.  As if a switch 
had been thrown, I felt my body ache for an orgasm.  My hand was 
halfway between my thighs before I remembered it wouldn't be enough.  
Fingers didn't do it anymore.  I had a bad feeling that even a cock 
wouldn't be enough.  What I needed, no, what I demanded was the crystal 
dildo.

	I moaned in frustration as I continued to drive.  The heat built 
up inside me to unbearable levels.  My thighs rubbed together in 
desperation.  My nipples grew hard against my green dress as if trying 
to signal me.  I chewed my lip as I tried to figure out if I had enough 
time to turn around and go home before I had to be at work.

	A turn in the road brought the sunlight on my purse and I jumped 
as a rainbow blinded me.  Poking out of my purse was the crystal dildo.  
I didn't remember putting it there and I certainly had no intentions of 
taking it to work.  For a moment I had a full body shiver but only for 
a moment.  I needed it too badly.

	Driving at seventy miles an hour is no time to push a dildo into 
you but I somehow managed it.  I had to push my now soaked panties to 
the side to do it but I thanked God that I had chosen to wear a skirt 
today.   My legs spread for the filling touch of the crystal dildo 
while my hand gripped the steering wheel till my knuckles were white.

	I gasped as my pussy stretched easily to accept the dildo.  My 
knees wanted to curl but I somehow managed to keep my feet planted as I 
fucked myself.  The dildo filled me, lifted my spirits and soothed my 
urgent need.  I fucked myself clumsily but my body didn't care.  I 
didn't even need to touch my clitoris this time to climax.   All my 
pussy needed was the thick dildo inside it and the vibrations of the 
car.  

	At the point of climax, a driver beside me watched as I threw my 
head back and moaned.  When I opened my eyes I saw him staring at me 
and I blushed at his knowing smile.  I sped up and changed lanes till I 
lost him.  In my rearview mirror I could see what he saw.  My cheeks 
were flushed till they were as red as my hair.  As humiliated as I was, 
I couldn't deny how glad I was to have masturbated just now.

	I left the dildo inside me for the rest of the drive but the 
craving didn't return.  

	For three blissful hours, I was fine at work.  Some co-workers 
joked about the flush on my face or the way I would groan every time I 
sat down but I could live with that.  My boss, Mrs. Bennicks, kept 
frowning at me for some reason and I suspected that she had heard the 
rumor that I had been royally fucked last night.  Despite my 
predicament, this made me smile.  Let the old bitch be jealous.

	Right before lunch, disaster struck again.  I was typing up an 
expense report when my mind wondered away from numbers and speculated 
on how much company time it would cost to fuck every man in the 
building.  The positions that flashed through my mind brought a fresh 
blush to my cheeks and an ache between my thighs.  My hand was already 
moving to between my legs before I realized what I was doing.

	I snatched up my purse and walked as fast as I could to the 
restrooms.  Just the act of walking was frustrating me for my panties 
seemed painfully tight against my pussy.  The restroom felt miles away 
and as I walked, I kept imaging that everyone could see the way my hips 
shifted and my breath was increasing.

	The restroom was mercifully empty and I went into the farthest 
stall.  As soon as the door was locked I was ripping my panties down to 
my knees.  I gathered my skirt in one hand while my other hand dug 
through my purse for the crystal dildo.  It had a yellow tint to the 
crystal as I plunged it into my sex.  

	"Oh," I moaned as I sat down on the toilet seat.  God, it was 
worse than when I gave up smoking.  Just putting the dildo in completed 
me again.  The size didn't even bother me anymore as I took all eight 
inches into me.

	My toes curled inside my shoes as I fucked myself wantonly in the 
bathroom stall.  I slipped my hand into my dress and grabbed one of my 
tits.  My nipple was painfully hard and I found new delights in 
twisting it between my fingers.  I leaned back against the toilet as I 
fucked my pussy; using the hardest thrusts I could manage.

	I froze in mid-thrust as I heard the restroom door open.  In 
walked two women, chatting and complaining about the world in general.  
My pulse pounded as I debated what to do.  My pussy had no such 
problems.  My sex clenched tighter and tighter against the crystal 
dildo that impaled it.  They washed their hands and as the two women 
continued to chat, I continued to masturbate.

	The sound of my sex being fucked was incredibly loud but I didn't 
care.  I shut my eyes and just kept pushing the dildo deeper into me.  
When the ladies stopped chatting, I didn't stop.  When the women turned 
off the water in the sinks, I kept thrusting.  Even when they stood 
silent in the restroom, trying to place that squishy noise they heard, 
I kept fucking myself closer to orgasm.

	"Fuck!" I whispered when the climax struck.  My foot lashed out 
and kicked the door as the spasms wracked my body.  I released my sore 
breast and pulled the sticky dildo from me.  The restroom door slammed 
behind the retreating women.

	I stumbled back into the office and closed up my desk.

	"Where are you going?" Mrs. Bennicks demanded.

	"Sick day," I said.  My hands were trembling.

	In the car, I called Henry on my cellphone.  The asshole laughed 
when he heard my voice.

	"I told you Lord WetTongue was for real," Henry started.

	"You shithead," I said.  "You mother-fucking, cult-worshipping, 
juvenile, asshole!"

	"Now, now, don't be rude.  I did it for us."

	"Henry, there is no us," I growled.  "All we had was sex, which 
is all I'm doing now.  Tell me what is going on with this damn dildo!"

	"It's magic," Henry said.  "It's a magic dildo.  My group helped 
me summon it.  After its been inside you, you'll never live without it 
again."

	I drove faster.  "Dumb-ass.  I'll just throw your precious magic 
out the window and watch it smash on the highway."

	"Fuck," Henry whispered, fear plain as day in his voice.  "Listen 
Kelly.  That would be the worse thing you could do.  If you break the 
dildo, you will never satisfy that craving again.  You'll try to fill 
it with cock, toys or anything you can get your hands on but it will 
never satisfy you.  Do you want to end up in the hospital as they try 
to pull the flashlight out of your pussy?"

	I thought about that.  "Why the fuck would you do this to me?" I 
whispered.

	I heard his swallow on the phone.  "I did it for us.  After you 
dumped me, you wouldn't even return my calls.  There are two ways to 
break the curse.  Let the man who summoned the dildo take its place in 
your pussy and you'll be free of it.  Give me one more chance and I'll 
show you I can be a good boyfriend."

	"What's the other way?" I demanded.

	He growled.  "Fuck, Kelly.  I'm trying to help us out and you 
won't even listen."

	"Good-bye, Henry," I said.

	At home, I was forced to use the dildo three more times.  Each 
orgasm was getting stronger and the craving was getting worse.  I even 
fucked myself during dinner; stroking myself as I ate.  Lucky for me, 
the same magic that compelled me also prevented me from rubbing myself 
raw.  Every time I mounted the dildo, I was always wet and always 
willing.

	I could see why a pervert like Henry wouldn't see this as a bad 
thing.


Diary, July 24, 2002.

	My exhausted body fell asleep on the couch.  I had a bizarre 
dream of someone sitting on the couch with me.  He looked just like 
that stupid painting Henry had of his 'God', right down to the two 
heads and the two stiff erections.  Being a dream, he didn't seem so 
ridiculous.  There was an aura of lust around him that reminded me of a 
sweaty George Clooney or the cologne my first boyfriend used to wear.   
One head had a blond beard that looked angelic while the other head had 
a red beard that suggested guilty pleasures.  The part I didn't 
understand is why he looked sad. 
 
	"You're the male fantasy Henry is always worshipping," I said.  
"Have you come to harass me too?"

	 "This is wrong," one head growled.  "The Crystal Phallus was 
meant to be a toy."

	"Or a gift," the other head agreed.

	"It was never meant to be a collar or a cage," the first head 
continued.

	"Or a punishment," the other head added.  

	"Then remove it," I said.

	Both heads shook.  "There are rules to our gifts," they both 
said.  "Only two things can release you from this curse."

	"Henry told me that I would have to let him inside me.  What's 
the other method?"

	The head smiled and he leaned down over me.  I felt his cocks 
press against my thighs and throbbed.  My body recognized the shape of 
his cocks and I realized the crystal dildo was a pale, poor imitation.  
One head whispered in my ear while the other head nibbled at the other.  

	When he told me the secret of the Crystal Phallus, he released my 
ears.  

	"Now, so you won't forget it when you wake up," he whispered.  
Before I could ask, both heads dipped down to my bare breasts and sank 
their teeth into me.  I cried out as sharp fangs encircled my nipples.  

	I awoke from my dream with hickeys around my erect nubs.  He was 
right.  I did remember what he told me.  I got dressed, put the dildo 
in my purse and smiled at the mercy of Gods.

	Henry was surprised to see me at his door, especially bearing 
gifts.  He took the wine from me with relish and tried to kiss me but I 
dodged his hands.

	"We need to talk first," I told him.  "Which is why I brought the 
wine.  We need to discuss our relationship before we can get back 
together."

	Henry rolled his eyes but he agreed.  He just wanted to have 
make-up sex but he accepted talking as a necessary evil.  Being a pig 
on several levels, he didn't mind me pouring the wine and serving him.

	We talked for an hour on the couch.  I don't remember exactly 
what we said.  Henry tried to tell me that I would be happier if I 
joined his cult and I tried to tell him that I needed more in life than 
just sex.  We went around in circles like this until the drug I slipped 
in his wine began to take effect.

	"Oh shit," Henry said as the glass slipped from his hand.

	"You have that right," I said as I unzipped his pants.  

	"What's going  . . .?" he slurred.

	"Your Lord gave me the phone number of one of your cult members," 
I told him.  "Once I told him what your Lord told me to say, he was 
only too happy to cooperate.  I don't want to think about why the 
asshole had stash of sleeping drugs but I have to admit they worked 
pretty well."

	"My Lord . . .talked to you?" Henry said with hurt in his voice.  
"He never has . . .  appeared to . . . ."

	"Any of you?  He must just like me," I gloated. 

	Henry's pants were down and he offered no resistance as I rolled 
him over.   He groaned a little as he rolled onto his hard cock but 
that was nothing compared to what he was about to experience.   I took 
the damned dildo out of my purse and pressed it against his anus.

	"Oh Fuck!" Henry groaned.

	"Exactly," I said.  I plunged the dildo into him.  It wasn't 
easy.  Eight inches is a lot to put in a man without lubrication.  On 
the other hand, it was extremely gratifying.  I knew I had put enough 
of it into him when the crystal changed to a red tint.  At the same 
moment, I felt my sex unclench from the unbearable tension of the past 
twenty-four hours.

	"Pull it out!" Henry begged.

	I was happy to.  I rolled him back onto his ass when I was done 
and I laughed at the huge erection he was sporting.  From experience I 
knew how badly he needed to climax and that made me feel all warm 
inside.  With henry watching, I placed the dildo on the table before 
him.

	"I'm sorry," Henry offered.

	"I'm not," I said as I took the hammer out of my purse.

	Every fragment of the shattered dildo had a different tint of 
color to it.

	I didn't hear from Henry ever again.  It would have been nice to 
see him trying to fill his ass with a replacement for the dildo, but 
revenge isn't everything.  I was just glad that his new fate kept him 
out of my life and my life got back to normal.  No more masturbating in 
the restroom for me.

	The hickeys never healed on my breasts.  But as parting gifts go, 
I could think of worse.	

The end.

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