Chapter 48

The video was, in fact, exactly what Ginnie had described. It started out simply enough, her sitting in front of some sort of green screen over which she’d projected some sort of a major water processing plant or something - it had lots of pipes of different sizes, which I guess spoke to her Plumber gimmick. She was topless, which wasn’t as shocking since she’d spent a lot of the previous day walking around with her boobs out; she had nice handfuls that fit her small frame, with peachy little nipples.

Ginnie introduced the video with a faux-excitement, holding up an example of a trap that would usually be found underneath any household sink, then held up the dildo she would be fucking herself with. It was big, black and shiny. Almost ludicrously so. It had to be something like 14 inches long and floppy, and she waggled it around dramatically.

Then the scene cut to Ginnie completely naked in a few different positions as she explained the differences between a P-Trap, a Q-Trap and an S-Trap, and what they were for. It turned out, it was actually a pretty educational video. I’d always thought the idea of a trap was to catch something that went down the drain but I was completely wrong. Ginnie explained in brief detail, while moaning and stuffing herself with the big dildo, that the traps were designed to stop noxious fumes from sewage systems from coming up the pipes and making people sick or worse. The water in the traps created a seal that allowed waste to get flushed down, but not gasses to rise up.

And while she fucked herself with the dildo, little cartoon versions of the traps danced across her abdomen with arrows illustrating what she was talking about.

The whole video was only about a minute long.

“Hot, right?” Leia grinned at me. Her hand had been resting on my thigh through the whole thing as we watched it and there was no way she hadn’t felt the shift in my pants as I started to harden.

“It was,” I agreed. “And actually really educational. I don’t think I’ll ever forget what traps are for. But I also can’t believe that fucking dildo!”

Ginnie laughed, clicking her phone into standby and tossing it back on the bed. “Well, yeah it’s big, but I don’t use the whole thing. It’s mostly for effect.”

“Oh, shut up,” Leia said. “You and I both know you’re a size queen.”

“Am not!” Ginnie said, then smirked. “OK, maybe a bit. I just want to feel like a guy is rearranging my guts with his cock. Is that such a bad thing?”

I snorted, trying not to picture what that would actually look like.

“She’s not joking,” Leia said, turning back to me. “She dated this basketball player in high school, Pablo Veracruz, who everyone called the Anaconda because he had a legitimate twelve-inch cock. Every girl in school was scared of fucking him so Ginnie ended up taking his virginity in senior year.”

“OK, Pablo wasn’t twelve inches,” Ginnie said. “He was more like ten, which is still a lot of cock, but not a footlong sub. And don’t get me wrong, he could hit every part of me, but he wasn’t exactly as skilled as I would have hoped - he was always scared he was going to hurt me. Every time felt good, but I think I only came once with him.” Ginnie then got a smirky look on her face. “Of course, from what I hear, someone on this trip got off just getting a quick grab of a cock.”