He slid the set of pearls toward her winking nether hole and glided them between her cheeks, lubricating the entrance, and taunting her. Then he grasped the strand and strummed them through her crease and around the entrance to her forbidden door.

“Oh, Newland. I need it.”

He did not dare keep her waiting any longer, so he clasped the smallest pearl at the end of the strand and began circling her entrance with its smooth surface. At first, he probed delicately, but as her moans grew louder, he pushed the pearl more intently. The lubricant worked beautifully and allowed the pearl to easily slip inside her nether regions.

“Oh, how erotic it feels,” she said, taking a deep breath. “It makes me want to . . . mmmm.”

He circled the next larger pearl around her entrance, and her hips undulated as she anticipated the insertion. He teased her, not giving in to her immediately, and when she whined, he slowly pushed the bead inside. It, too, slipped inside with ease.

“Oh, yes. Oh,” she said, sighing.

He moved the next larger pearl into place, and circled her entrance.

“Oh, my,” she said. “It’s so big.”

He did not ask if he should stop, but continued to circle her entrance, probing more insistently. And this time as he pushed the larger pearl inside her, she gasped, and then moaned with resounding pleasure. Not stopping, he repeated the same until four of the pearls were inserted, and now he had but one bead left, the largest. He rolled the plum-sized pearl around her entrance, and then hesitated.

He leaned forward and whispered teasingly in her ear, “Are you quite sure?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, push it in. Hurry!” She ground her hips, urging him on, and so he gave it all to her, leaving the end string of the set of pearls hanging outside her entrance as a tickler.

“How does it feel?” he asked, patting her bottom.

“Like nothing I can describe. I can feel the balls rolling around inside. I feel so blissfully full, my love.”

He moved a set of fingers to her sheath and began stroking them inside and out. “Yes, you are quite full.”

She was full, so ready, and impassioned. “I’m going to make love to you now, so that you can feel the full pleasure of the pearls.”

She rolled her head back and looked at him. “Yes, yes do.”

Newland mounted her from behind and brought his manhood to her sheath. He pushed the crown of his staff inside her tight sheath, and as he entered, she groaned ever so loud.

“Shall I stop?” he asked.

“Never stop.” Her voice was breathy. “It feels heavenly . . . so erotic . . . completely wonderful.”

He pushed the rest of the way inside her, filling her sheath to its end. Then he grasped her waist and slowly began pumping, picking up the rhythm beat by beat, while feeling the strand of pearls roll against the thin barrier that separated her sheath from her nether regions. She lolled her head from one shoulder to the next, moving sensuously, while softly moaning in erotic song.