Dildo time-warp

Toy, Masturbation, Group

Miss Gillian McMasters cooed excitedly. In fact, she nearly wet her panties. 

Wow, what a find!

Our lass had been given the gynaeceum to excavate carefully. The women's room of the Ancient Greek house her University was investigating this summer dig season.

It had been days of dust and heat, and the highlight was the remains of some geometric floor tiles. It was an ancient wealthy dwelling, but nothing super special had emerged. 

Gillian had dreamt like all first diggers of finding a piece of jewellery or at least a delicate aryballos — possibly the woman of the house's perfume container.

By this late afternoon, Gill would have settled for a bronze hairpin. 

Another five minutes, and she would call it quits for the day. She was still going half an hour later… giving herself another five-minute reminder. The sun beating down onto her sweat runnelled back.

The slack guys on the team had packed it in early. They complained of the sweltering heat and went to the nearest town for some drinking and the saint's parade in their hired vehicle. Their expedition leader, Prof Jones, had been called to another dig site where a rare Greek bronze arrowhead had been uncovered. He would be back tomorrow…late. So the boys had knocked off early. The dig's local support crew were also off at the Orthodox Saints festival.

Twenty-one-year-old archaeology- undergraduate Ms McMasters was the only woman on the site and female team member. Though the guys didn't register that. Our Gilly didn't help herself, though. She covered right up, sensible sun safe. But her long brunette hair was bunned up. Long-sleeved unisex shirts and daggy pants didn't help her look. Neither did her older-style glasses. Still, she knew she was all woman between her own legs. She wished a few more guys would enjoy what she was willing to share if given a hint of interest. She couldn't initiate that first move.

Screw shyness.

Gilly had felt a carefully uncovered floor tile give too easily in the compacted earth. There was a cavity in the floor.

Boy, was she excited. Her heart rate went up so frickin quickly. Her hands grabbed greedily into the hole.

There was a dusty piece of fabric. A coarse plain weave containing some longish object.

Gill unwrapped it immediately.

That was when she nearly wet her panties.

There was no doubting what the object was.

Gill was an open-minded girl with the modern equivalent hidden in the back of her own wardrobe at home.

She still lived with her parents. God, she would die of embarrassment if her mum ever confronted or even disturbed her private pleasure toy.

She had, however, this afternoon, unearthed an ancient dildo.

It was beautiful. Carved wood. A light reddish brown colour with a stunning smooth textured grain.

Gill was guessing? 

Lebanese cedar, but it had this gorgeous realistic cock head.

Gilly wanted to suck it off. Here and now.

She felt the moisture between her legs. Her girly femininity. The object was exciting to her as a woman.

Ms McMasters remained professional.

She had to photograph the object on site. She wrapped it back and recorded it In the cavity. Then, she took it back to her tent to catalogue. Entering the image and location data on her laptop — the details of the ancient dildo.

The cedar phallus was two and a half centimetres in diameter and a whopping eighteen centimetres long.

Yeah, a good seven inches calculated our Gilly as she measured it. She enjoyed holding it.

Professionally and unprofessionally, she measured it and remeasured —running her hand along it — imagining it was a guy's cock sliding between her legs.

Our Gill had never experienced a whooper cock.

In life, she had only ever experienced two standard members.

This wooden delight was obviously a real coochie pleaser in its day — with a clear bulbous penis head. It was a smooth, sleek object of ancient fleshy pleasure, still in pristine condition.

Gilly wiped the 'object' carefully with a cloth.

Rather unnecessary, as it had been well wrapped and well hidden from ancient prying male eyes.

Rubbing the dildo gave it a shine. A lustre that insisted on use.

The toy looked like it had been used — well, 'yesterday'.

Ms McMasters knew her sexual archaeology.

Though what she had read was missing from the recommended reading list — she was curious. 

The dildo in history; the cunning femtoy predated the invention of the wheel. Humans always had their priorities right.

Pleasure first.

And that Cleopatra had the world's first vibrator, or so the story goes.

A gourd full of angry bees! Historical licence — but what a horny and dangerous mental image.

Gillian competently measured the object's girth again.

She craved it in her mouth and snuggled in her pussy.

Then a naughty thought: Had the mistress of the ancient gynaeceum put it up her slave girl's arse?

Gill had no idea where that filthy thought came from, but she liked it.

Equally, she had no recall later of why she lazily drizzled olive oil over the fantastically appealing object.

Okay, she knew about ancient Greek lube — and the dig; well, after all, it was in Greece.

The reddish brown texture was extravagantly lustrous as the oil seeped and smeared along the dildo's length.

Gillian was beyond sultry. The sensuous need of a sex-starved woman hit. Alone and with a toy designed for her or any female's anatomy — to fill her aching need —just like women through time. When their frickin men were off playing, deadly war games or stupid young men were drinking and watching a Saint's parade instead of fucking the twenty-one-year-old willing body in their field camp.

The artefact hadn't been in a girl's mouth for over two thousand years.

Such a patient object as it delivered everything its well-crafted shape was intended to.

Artifact was right; it was a work of frickin art. It was, more importantly, a work of frickin human pleasure. The toy encapsulated human needs across time.

Gilly was sucking off the wooden cock knob.

Boy, was it good.

She closed her eyes and sucked with gusto. She sucked and licked the frickin knobby head: imagining Damien, who hadn't even flirted with her on the dig.

The lass had her shirt undone, her cute tits over her bra cup, and her nipples received a sensational self-tweak. Then her fingers were furiously unbuttoning, unzipping and yanking down pants and panties for the real field test.

Just how good was an ancient local craftsman?

The unknown creator was good, very, very good.

A toy shaped as a universal fit all — fit all needs — the ultimate time warp dildo.

Ms McMasters was lying half back across an empty table. Her glasses were off, and her beautiful brunette locks were shaken free.

Gilly went 'Ohh' and 'Ahh' as she teased the bulbous; reddish, wooden oiled; slinky knob around her pinkish wet lips.

Perfectly paired — pleasure crafted out of wood — but what pleasure.

Ms Mc Masters inserted the unearthed find into her twenty-first century girly coochie, inch by old fashioned inch, or several centimetres by contemporary measured gradients.

Does it matter?

Pussy filler is filler!

The sensation was delicious — she was on the pathway to absolute girly bliss.

She even opened her eyes and looked down.

Watching her mossy pussy take the found object — so easily. 

Now, imagining it was Trevor — another male on the dig team, finally giving her what she needed — a personal ploughing.

Base human need coursed from her brain directly into her randy hand.

Gill was suddenly dildo fucking herself. The sleek object was now smeared with her own coochie moisture. The stunning smudges of her growing self-pleasure. Her own pretty white mucus flecks.

Our lass was guttural with infrequent "Mmm's" of pleasure changing to panting fast "Orrhh's" and "Arrggh's" of maxing delight.

Once her other fingers hit, her erect sweet pea— her orgasm was the only outcome, as it must have been in the fourth century before the Common Era for the bored mistress of the house or a randy, secretive slave girl.

Gillian's now personally sugared inner womanly pussy walls were gripping the ancient wooden dick like it was a genuine stiffer. The olive oil, the dildo's sleekness, her own natural lubricant and her frenzied fingerwork all gelled for a burgeoning climax. 

And it was Duncan, muscular and dark, who had centred in her lustful mind's vision; he was the third undergraduate male on the dig, and the entire length of the ruddy glossy toy went even deeper in her spread, constantly beckoning womanhood.

Wow: did Gilly cum.

Her legs spread high and wide across an empty table.

The dildo in previously uncharted femdepths. All seven inches were put to use, from slanting out to catch the knobby head on her sensitive coochie opening to thrusting in and in.

"Oh My frickin God…Ahh…Ahhh…Ahh," she expelled in happiness, and it was a climax for the ages.

The guys coming into the tent with a few drinks under their belt had understood the sexual groaning they heard clearly emanating from the tent.

As a crew, they indeed had processed it.

It was Miss McMasters, but Damien, Duncan, or Trevor couldn't picture her.

They had no need to picture the young woman — they got to see it all.

Candid, frank and instantly cock arousing. 

Immediately, the situation was a sexual revelation combined with a trinity of male needs.

Gillian was in repose but only momentarily. 

Yeah, the ancient dildo had more than passed its time warp test, but three contemporary stiffs were primed for the current action.

Damien put his hot throbbing fat piece of principal flesh into Ms McMaster's petite open mouth. 

Suffice it to say: his cock was a genuine true stuffing gobstopper. 

Gilly appreciated the facial cavity filler.

Trevor liked tit and well just helped himself to; two very generous handfuls. 

Duncan missed his girlfriend's sweet tight pussy and decided Gillian's dark muff would be pleasing for today.

Our brunette undergraduate field archaeologist was engaged in actual energetic field work. 

She was working a mouthful of hard peckers with some difficulty. Geez, Damien was well-hung. 

She thought she was a bit rough on her own nipples sometimes in her girly excitement for pleasure — well, Trevor was man-handling her breasts.

Pushing them together and burying his face deeply in them, Then pulling out her nipples and latching his mouth over them in a full vacuum-sucking action.

While Duncan was plainly seeing how obscenely he could push into her body. He had her legs spread wide and really pinned back.

God, he was in deep, and Gilly was delighted each time his pubic bone smashed into her super aroused clitty.

Duncan was enjoying a rapid warm sweet fuck. Ms McMasters was sodden and tight in the same delectable instance. With her dark, long hair flowing — she was a sexy chick.

Trevor liked tit for foreplay, but he was now looking for a cock slotting hole, and he didn't care — front or back door. 

He took in that Duncan's cock was pistoning deep into the obviously sexually free young lady.

He wished he had gone to her tent earlier on the expedition. However, that thought was lost in the still-lubricated dildo.

Where the fuck had the beautifully crafted wooden delight turned up — the dig site? 

Lovingly crafted — it was designed for pleasure crafting, and Trevor saw her cute, puckered, diminutive vacant arsehole ring and put the burnished-looking device to immediate use.

Toying it around her crimped anus. Her so fine fleshy lines of puckered constriction grooved inwardness — and they gave — but with a gentle resistance as he pushed the knob with a generous splash of available olive oil into her butt hole.

Ms McMasters was in new territory —cock filled and arsehole-played. But the ancient toy was exquisitely defining. She felt the partition between her pussy and bum nearly fudge and melt away.

She was fuller than she had ever been.

Well, actually, triple treated as Damien was groaning in ball-bursting pleasure, still pressing into her gob, intent on Gillian deep-throating him.

Trevor had the reddish, now well-lubricated dildo a good couple of inches in Gill's butt crack. Her crevice's tight flesh furrowed in with the pushy thrusting and wanting more in each gaped expanding outward tug.

As dirty as the toy was to watch and operate, Trevor knew his dick craved to fill the space.

Duncan wanted her arse; Damien was seduced by her awesome pink starfish, and Trevor desired a bum hole too.

Well, boys, she only had the one!

Gilly saw the guy's dilemma.

The action had stopped.

Screw Shy as a life-restricting concept as her id took control — the pleasure principle was dominant:

"Trevor get your cock in my butt," was all she needed to say.

Trev gouged into her arse like muscling deep into a dig trench. He pummelled her willing back door.

Ms McMasters was reduced to slutty whorish yelps of bodily bliss.

Her arsehole was frickin tightness defined, and Trevor jerked and creamed the lass. 

He was out. He was finished.

Duncan and Damien had enjoyed the show. They had the ringside view to her ring workout. 

They both thought:— It was all over.

Gillian was only getting started:

"Oh, for fuck sake, Duncan, get your cock in there now."

Duncan loved arse but hadn't had a lot and stabbed into her creamed gaped readiness. 

Man, did she have a structuring closure on his cock, and her crack was so cock ready, nicely expanded and relaxed but still encircling. He jabbed and jabbed in absolute male arsehole pleasure; till he, too, creamed the lass.

Gilly felt her arse was made for cock. It was so tightly filling. It was wholly addictive, too. She couldn't get enough of the bum-packing sensation. The rippling pleasure through her so sensitive cavity.

Duncan withdrew his cock coated in globs of jizz.

 Gillian felt her relaxed sphincter ooze warm cum.

Damien had been watching the repeat anal dipping — surely the lass had had enough.

He sighed — his erectness wasted — maybe she would let him finish off in her mouth.

"Oh, Damien," she said forcefully, "Fuck the life out of my arse. Go for it."

Damien couldn't believe how pleasurable her cum filled arsehole was. He had had a bit of anal before, and usually, the girl complained, and it finished before the pleasure had really started — not today. 

Gill had gone beyond any decency, and Damien really appreciated that.

Her arsehole was a warm cum sodden tunnel of mind-blowing pleasure as he shoved and ploughed his pecker into her.

No anal civility— cock barging, jostling and banging.

The deeper he got, the dirtier he felt: he was bulldozing into her crack, and the more he heaved into her, the more she moaned in her compelling addiction.

"Orrgh, oh fuck, yeah, oh fuck, yeah. Oh Fuck!"

Her arse was life— life was defined by her arsehole. 

Pleasure defined as bodily capital. The investment in triple cock paid off immediately in mind-numbing doses of mounting pleasure. With her fingers getting onto her clit, her body found the true expression of everything it was capable of — in a dense female orgasm.

Damien blew his load into her cum crowded back furrow. One happy man.

To say Ms McMasters didn't have energy for anything after that — well, that's not overstating it. 

She was replete — brimful of cock satisfaction in her body, and her arsehole still pulsating with leaking wads of dribbly jizz.

Fuck; was she a sweaty, leaking, tousled, flushed girl, but the guys only saw and held in their minds a stunning woman.

God, they all wanted her as a girlfriend — or a fuck buddy on the side.

Yeah, guys are so greedy.

After, Gill started the story of the dildo's find —it took the three guys from the shocking indecency and indelicacy of all their combined actions — Gill included.

Trevor got everyone a beer from the stock they had brought back as Gillian outlined the events of her remarkable find in detail.

She concluded: "Pity such a wonderful device created for pleasure through the ages — has to end up a catalogued; probably an undisplayed artefact because of some prudish museum administrators." 

Then, after another much-needed swig of beer in the late afternoon heat, she added: "Mmm…But Jones isn't back till tomorrow. Tell you guys what, you're welcome to my tent tonight, but right now, after I finish this drink —I need a shower."

After a quaff of beer, three guys nodded, nearly in unison. 

But in their individual minds— they had separate absolute smutty plans for Ms Gillian McMaster's body, which were expanding exponentially. 

Yet, they all included: 'that artefact.'