Neighbourly Surprise Ch. 06 Part 4
By Learningfast
It soon became clear to both Beattie and Benny that her body was responding well to two major influences; the reduction of her waist and the widening of her vagina. After a month, the corset was closed at 26 inches on her waist. She had been wearing it every night and every morning until midday. Their evening rituals included a shower, the pampering of her skin with a moisturiser and the gradual tightening of the corset for an hour or more until, by bedtime, it was closing little by little. And then finally it closed tight on her by the 26th day. Their joke was "26 inches on the 26th day." Beattie revelled in the experience and the new sensations she received by running her hands up and down her figure, especially the curve over her hips and into her new smaller waist.
"Come and look at yourself," he said when it finally closed; and they went to the long mirror.
"Wow, that's amazing and I can't believe it's me - my figure - my waist. It looks and feels so sexy," she turned and gave Benny a big kiss whilst pressing herself against him, so that he could feel the hard boning of the corset, the smooth fabric and the exaggerated shape of his woman.
"By bedtime" usually meant soon after the corset was closed. They lay down and Benny ran his hands over her figure, concentrating on her breasts and waist and her flat belly. Her waist by this evening was 12 inches less than her hips measurement, and she was comfortable because the "training" had been gradual and not rushed. He knew that she would accept a smaller size of corset and secretly sent off an order for a 24-inch in identical materials and the same style.
More than anything in his life, Benny wanted to make love to this corseted woman. To be honest, he wanted to shag her to the limit of her consciousness and to exhaust himself in the process. But, of course, that was not possible in Beattie's current condition. However, she had been wearing the No.2 dilator 24 hours a day inside her tight little panty girdle, removing it temporarily for showering each day. That No.2 entered and exited Beattie's vagina with no effort after this month's practicing. It was clear that the next was due any day soon.
He thought to himself, "And yet, there's more than one way into a woman's body," and felt guilty at the thought because it sounded so crude.
Bettie had shown herself adept at deep throating him and he availed himself of that approach almost every night, and many mornings and any time of day at the weekend. For a month he had been emptying his prostate and vesicles into her throat and therefore into her stomach. In return, he had "gobbled" her and used the little vibrator to give her orgasms; sometimes more than one or two.
During the gobbling, it was Benny's practice to insert the latest dilator and on this particular evening, he did the necessary preparation with the lube-gel, before pressing the No.3 into her labia to start. Then pressing a little more into her lubed-up vagina. The No.3 was 18mm [¾ inch] across and 12cm [almost 5 inches] in length. The procedure went well for about half its length and then Beattie made her "Ooh" sound of discomfort. Benny let the dilator out a short way before pressing again and it made a little more headway, but it was clear that this extra ¼ inch was not going to be so easy as the previous two sizes. He eased it out her and resumed his gobbling; her labia in his mouth and his tongue flicking her opening and the vibrator pressed against her clitoris. Any remaining discomfort was soon forgotten and Beattie came to her delicious orgasm with a great sigh and "Aaaahh." He knew that she was happy in that sense, at least.
This particular evening, Benny had other ideas. He leaned over to Beattie and whispered, "Lie over on your tummy. I'm going to try something new."
She complied, twisting herself over in the tight corset, and Benny spread lube-gel over her entire between-legs area. Beattie didn't know for sure what he was going to do but she imagined it was a new approach, a new angle, to the dilator in her vagina. She was mistaken.
Benny lay down on her back and allowed his erection to lie between the backs of her thighs. Slowly he edged his way up her body until the erection was resting between her buttocks; held firmly together as they were by the bottom edge of the corset. He reached down and pressed his erection downwards a little until, you've guessed it, he was at the anal opening - her shit-hole.
Slowly but deliberately he moved forward again and felt the bulb of his erection press into her sphincter. Beattie squirmed under him as if to say, "Wrong hole."
"Relax Beattie, I'm trying to get inside you by a different route. I'll be gentle, I promise," he hoped that would reassure her.
Beattie had heard a lot about anal sex but had no experience and was nervous on various levels. First that it would hurt; second that some injury would happen; third that she would be full of shit because she hadn't prepared herself for this intrusion. She'd heard that an enema was good before but also that some women ended up with fissures or haemorrhoids.
She made her usual "Mmmm" meaning "OK, let's see."
True to his word, Benny pressed forward little by little until his erect shaft was in the sphincter and she was as open as she needed to be. Pulling out and then pushing again, he was able to spread the lube a little further with each movement. Gradually, he was able to enter her rectum as far as he could reach, and could feel his testicles rubbing against her buttocks. Because of the corset, her buttocks could not be moved to the side, and presented him with a cushion barrier. He realised that full penetration to his full erection length would require her buttocks to be free for him to press them out of his way. "Sometime without the corset," he thought to himself, although that was a disappointing idea given his desire and plans for her tight waist.
