Vibrating Ben-Wah Balls Make Bride’s Pussy Throb

“What is that?” asked my husband, Jim. He had approached me from behind while I washed something in the bathroom sink last Friday night and peered over my shoulder.

“Just a new toy,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant even as my pussy throbbed. The item was new, but there was nothing casual about the way it made me feel. For my bridal shower, I’d been given so many vibrators, I was simply overloaded, so I’d headed to my local sex-toy store to make an exchange. I told the clerk my problem and asked if they could recommend something else. Well, let me tell you, they showed me more sex toys than I ever knew existed—including this little gem, a pair of vibrating ben-wah balls. They’re each about the size of a golf ball, but they’re silver and smooth on the outside. Their wires attach to a remote that controls their vibrations. I was washing them off so I could test them out when Jim surprised me.

“What do they do?” he asked, picking up the spheres and rolling them in his fingers.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” I said, sticking out my tongue. “But I’ll give you a hint,” I continued, then switched on the toy and grinned at his startled expression as they began hopping in his hand.

“And you put these inside you?” he asked, looking from the balls to me and back.

“Yes,” I said primly, snatching them out of his fingers and marching toward the bedroom. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some masturbating to do. I promise to show you what they’re like. I just want to try them on my own first.” He looked disappointed, but I promised to make it worth his while before slipping into our bedroom and closing the door behind me.

I turned down the lights and lay down on the bed, lifting up my skirt, then letting my fingers dip inside my panties. Sometimes it takes me a while to get in the mood, but I’d spent so much time thinking about masturbating that when I touched myself, I was already soaking wet. I took the balls and held them in my hands. They weren’t that big, but in terms of putting them in my pussy, I wondered how they would feel. Well, I was about to find out!

I pulled off my panties and rubbed one of the balls against my slit. I let out a moan as it slipped inside me without much prompting. Once it was in, I felt like I had to clutch with my pussy to make it stay inside. It was an unusual sensation at first, unlike other toys I’d used in the past that I’d slide in and out of me. I pushed the other ball inside and wiggled around, adjusting them as best I could. The balls seemed to be doing their own thing, so I experimented with tightening and releasing my vaginal muscles, noting the differing sensations. When I’d gotten used to the feeling of having them inside me, I turned on the vibrating device. That made a huge difference! I felt overwhelmed as the balls bobbled inside me. Getting really turned on, I rubbed my clit as the balls worked their magic.

These balls were more of a challenge than other toys I’d used, but I soon discovered there was a great reward. As I contracted to keep the balls inside me, I felt the ripple effect of my efforts. The tighter I hugged the balls inside me, the more my arousal built up until I was gripping them so snugly, I thought they’d never come out. My clenching, combined with their buzzing, brought me to the edge, and as I rubbed my clit hard, I came.

I slid out the balls and lay back against the bed for a moment, marveling that such a small toy could have such a powerful impact. When I tried to stand, my legs were weak in that way that can only be caused by a strong orgasm. I was planning to head back downstairs and tell Jim just how well my little toy adventure had gone, when he opened the door and walked into the room. He stared at me in disbelief as I lay collapsed, clutching the balls in my hand.

“I guess you had fun?” he said with a smirk, taking in my disheveled appearance.

“You wouldn’t believe what these little suckers did to me—actually, let me show you,” I said, beckoning him over. “You hold this part so you can control them,” I directed, already wanting another go at it.

Before he started, though, he leaned down and tasted my pussy, making sure to give me a nice, slow tongue bath. Jim’s the kind of guy who could spend hours feasting on my cunt and still be hungry for more, so I let him take his time. Right before I was going to crash over into orgasm, he pulled back and deftly pushed one ball and then the other inside. By then, I’d almost forgotten about my new playthings and missed the hot, slippery feel of his tongue against me. The surprise, however, made the balls even more exciting, especially when he turned them on. They started to rumble, not enough to dance wildly inside me, but just to move around gently in my pussy. I shifted, adjusting to whichever positions felt best. I jostled the balls so that they rubbed lightly against my G-spot, then moved them so they were sitting lower in my cunt.

We actually wound up controlling the toy together—he’d crank up the setting when it seemed like I needed it, while I manually manipulated the balls. At one point, he dipped a finger inside me to see what all the fuss was about, letting one ball buzz against his fingertip as I contorted in pleasure. I looked down and saw his cock swelling beneath his jeans, and decided to give my patient hubby a well-deserved treat. I used the balls the way they were originally intended, clamping down hard against them to tighten my slick canal, then relaxing my grip. I kept doing that until I thought I would explode, then I reached for his zipper.

“I want you,” I said with true desperation as I took out his gorgeous cock. I didn’t really need the prompting of the vibrating balls by that point—his dick was its own kind of inspiration. “Take them out and fuck me, please,” I said, leaning over for a kiss as he gave the knob one last spin, making the balls collide against each other inside me before he removed them.

I lay back down, spread my legs, and welcomed him into my pussy. He gasped, his body becoming still as I clamped my inner walls down around his invading cock. He began sawing back and forth inside me, and before long he was spurting a huge load of come deep inside me. Afterward, I regretfully let his soft cock ease out of me. For the rest of the weekend, my pussy’s sensitivity was heightened, making my orgasms more intense than before.

I love sex toys, but I love sharing them with my new husband even more, and those balls have become my favorite. And I’ll be telling all of my girlfriends that next time they hit a sex shop to buy another vibrator, they should also invest in a pair of these little vibrating balls—they’re the best bargain around.

—Ms. Angela D., Vancouver, British Columbia