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Authors name: Horsefly (ebergese@haywire.csuhayward.edu)
Story title : He Wanted This
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He Wanted This (F/M, strap-on, anal)
by Horsefly (ebergese@haywire.csuhayward.edu)
***
He wanted this. Even begged, pleaded, and cajoled. He
bought the bloody thing himself, told his lover he
trusted her with it. Had she ever used one before? No.
But that didn't stop him. He'd wanted this....
And now he was naked in his living room, his luscious
girlfriend behind him, holding the cheeks of his ass
open and sliding a very slick dildo between his legs,
teasing him. The hard latex brushed his scrotum,
nudging his right testicle.
"Keep your hands around your ankles, baby," she chided,
her voice silky-soft. "Remember, this monster stays
lubed for your tiny asshole only so long as you do as I
told you," and the menace and authority he'd never
heard from her before snickered in the shadows of her
words; he swallowed hard and tightened his grip on his
ankles.
"Monster" was right, he reflected. Without thinking,
he'd purchased the biggest thing the store carried,
eight inches long and two in diameter, the strap-on
cock his lover wore was as life-like as they came: its
veined, slightly upward-curving shaft terminated in a
egg-shaped head (for easier entry, he'd hoped while
inspecting it), painted in a flesh-tone so close to
real that he *almost* couldn't say it was fake, with
even a soft line along the bottom (where a tube ran
hidden inside the latex from the tip to the base) with
a tiny hole at the end.
The most surprising (if one didn't know about the fake
urethra) feature was the hollow mold of the balls and
scrotum. The device had come with a supply of powder
and instructions on how to add water and fill the
cavity with the fluid (At the right moment, he'd
smirked...). Perhaps he'd fancied using it on her? No,
this was no time to fool himself....
The hardwood floor was cold beneath his feet, and a
breeze wafted around him from the large open window on
the west side of the room, shriveling his penis and
raising gooseflesh all over his body, the hair on his
arms, inner thighs, and the nape of his neck raised as
if each follicle had a sensor at its end that could
sense danger. He smiled ruefully between his legs at
the thought, just as his lover slid a wet finger all
the way up his hole!
Smile forgotten, he gritted his teeth, trying to stifle
a groan. With his fingers coming loose (and this is
just her finger! he thought), he had bigger issues to
deal with than pride. Wincing as the invading digit
squirmed deeper within him, he tightened his grip
again, making holding both ankles the most paramount
thought on his mind.
Behind him, he saw the firm, lightly tanned legs of his
lover, heard her sultry laugh... and felt her slowly
twist that finger inside him. He groaned, availing to
steady himself and keep his hands where they NEEDED TO
BE.
They had discussed this a few weeks ago when he had
first bought the toy: how would they act, what
precisely would they do, did he *really* trust her (she
wanted to know)? He did. So he wound up offering
suggestions to her, and for her part, she kept her own
counsel.
Tonight, telling him "the living room is prepared," she
had pulled him away from his writing. He'd eagerly
ventured out then, and she had ordered him to strip
completely naked, bend over, and grip his ankles. With
some trepidation, and with the excitement of having a
fantasy fulfilled, he had complied. He'd heard rustling
behind him, and presumed that she was likewise
disrobing.
After he had finished doing as she'd said, he followed
her feet move around him, then saw her kneel in front
of him, her face visible; she was, as he'd hoped and
suspected, naked (but for the faux-cock secured in the
thick leather harness that he bought separately, giving
his lover freedom to use her hands elsewhere).
With a steadying, comforting hand on his right
shoulder, she had informed him that as long as he did
what he was doing now, she would make this as painless
as it could be.
"You said you trust me, sweetheart, and I believe you.
Trust this, though: it *will* hurt. There's no stopping
that. I'll not go faster or harder than you can handle
while you obey my one edict. And I will keep," she had
wrapped her right hand around the plastic shaft,
"this," and she'd let go of the dildo, reached between
his legs, and pressed a finger on his anus, "and this,"
she had massaged his sphincter for a moment, "as
lubricated as possible. I promise." Her hand sped to
her breast and made a slow, deliberate cross over her
heart.
His neck had begun to ache looking at her in this
awkward position, but he dared not look away from her
now. She was always beautiful--her hair waist-length
and dark red hair with blonde highlights; her eyes a
vibrant shade of hazel that somehow never failed to see
something good in him; her lips full. Her nose a light
touch that crinkled adorably when she smiled; her
breasts the size of oranges, pert and easily excitable,
especially her dark pink nipples, so thick and sweet.
Her flat stomach, toned by years of crunches--but now
there was an element of terror in her visage.
He had only to look where her hand had been (lower, his
mind whispered) a few moments before to see why. She'd
risen suddenly, the strap-on rising with his lover's
body, and it brushed his cheek, slick with whatever
lubrication she'd greased it with.
Her slender fingers roamed lightly over his back, her
sculptress' hands strong, kneading his stretched
muscles and rubbing in some of the extra lube. "There's
something else, though. You should know the
consequences of disobeying me."
He strained to look up at her, but with a hand on his
head she kept him from meeting her eyes. As she rubbed
and gently squeezed some of the stress out of his neck,
she had continued, "Take your hands off your ankles,
love, and I will take this toy out of you, but don't
think I will stop. Instead, I will clean off the
lubricant and resume fucking you... *dry!*
"Also, should you release your hold on your ankles, I
will consider myself similarly released from the
concern of hurting you with this big prick." She had
stroked his hair gently as if in counterpoint to the
picture she was painting, a soft chuckle in her voice
as she went on, "If you thought I was a wild woman in
bed before...."
He had swallowed, released and retightened his grip on
his ankles from his left thumb down to his right
pinkie, one finger at a time, then nodded, as if to
show that he understood, and was holding on for dear
life already. "I understand," his voice had trembled.
"I love you."
"I love you, too, dear heart," she had replied, bending
down and at the same time bringing her hand from the
back of his head down to his jaw line, bringing his
face to hers gently. He could tell that she wasn't
trying to get him to let go of his ankles, and he
wouldn't.
Indeed, the look that passed between them was one of
starkest love and devotion; a brief, chaste kiss seemed
to communicate every ounce of love he felt for her, and
he felt it from her, too. Her eyes sparkling as she
pulled back, she had straightened, then walked slowly
around him. And then, despite the breeze, he was
sweating steadily in anticipation.
That had been ten minutes ago.
He jerked as she began fucking him with her long
forefinger, acutely aware of each sixteenth of an inch
inside him she slid; aware also of the complex texture
of her skin--a breath-taking experience, to be sure.
True to her word, his lover used small, deliberate,
gentle motions. He almost wished she'd move faster, but
was grateful that she didn't. Not yet.
He was getting accustomed to her finger inside him, and
he thought she was probably getting similarly
accustomed. A languid acceptance of what was happening
settled over him, and he began breathing deeply. The
finger inside him rotated slowly, beginning a
breathtaking massage of his prostate that *almost* made
him let go of his ankles.
He felt her other hand on his left hip, steadying him,
and he smiled, groaning with satisfied lust, "Ohhhh,
yessss! Do it, baby. Fuck me with your finger."
She chuckled behind him, massaging his hip and pressing
a second finger into him. Her nails had been trimmed,
and the edges were smooth. The lubricant from the
second finger was much cooler than that of the finger
already working inside him, and the contrast in
temperatures made him sigh and grind his hips back. She
rewarded him by gently tickling his prostate, sighing
like molasses, "You're such a slut, baby."
"Your slut," he smiled. He could feel her grinning
behind him.
"Yes, my slut." She laughed at the role reversal, and
he joined her. How often had he fucked her? How often
had he taken her in wild and exciting ways? She'd been
one for daring adventures--taking out his cock and
giving him a hand job as they strapped in and waited in
suspense on The Edge at Great America several years
ago. He'd never forget the moment of orgasm, exactly
when the mechanism released and the two of them were in
free-fall for that brief, mind-chilling moment, and
then plummeted to the end of the ride.
Two minutes ago she'd begun slowly expanding her
fingers like a scissors, widening the diameter of his
sphincter, going slowly, cooing to him to keep him
relaxed. The state he was in was almost trance-like--
his body a wash of pleasurable brushes, swirls of
ecstasy and small joys, and yet he knew it was only
predatory. He licked his lips in anticipation, his eyes
rolling back. He steadily rolled his hips back against
her hand, and she was penetrating him deeper and
deeper....
"Are you ready, darling?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeeeaaaahhhhhhhhh."
Slowly, ever so slowly, she pressed the gargantuan head
of the dildo against his lubricated and relaxed anus.
He felt her thumb alongside the cockhead, her nail
brushing the hair of his crack, and he guessed she was
holding the prick like he had on occasions like this,
guiding it into him as he'd so often guided himself
into her.
He smiled at this and resisted the urge to swiftly
impale himself on what in a different era and under a
different mindset would have been a stake, the
instrument of a particular country's mode of execution.
He shuddered at the thought and tightened his grip on
his ankles.
"Mmmmm, baby, you're being good," his lover cooed to
him, stroking his sides, relaxing him and expelling the
hideous thought. Gently she worked the dildo inside of
him, until he was thoroughly stuffed with its long,
hard girth.
He bit his lip and moaned at the feeling, the first
time ever that something larger than a finger had been
inside his ass. "Do you like that?" she murmured. He
nodded his head vigorously and moaned again; she
chuckled and played with his nipples, making him
whimper.
He felt her other hand snake up his right hip, along
his side, tickling his ribs, brushing his angel bone,
and caressing the muscles of his neck until her fingers
wrapped tightly around a handful of his sandy brown
hair, and he arched his head back in her grip. The
message was clear: he was completely in her power.
"I love you, baby," she intoned, carefully plunging the
entire length into him to the base. Drawing out of him
and gently sawing back and forth until she was inside
again, she worked towards a gentle, steady motion, what
he figured was her getting used to the idea and
movements of fucking him. He groaned a low, lusty
affirmative back at her, and she hugged his shoulders.
He rocked back against her, beginning to move to her
rhythm. Grinning, he luxuriated in the way she
controlled the flow, enjoying things from the other
side.
He couldn't count the number of times he'd taken her--
on her belly, on her back, in the shower, on the
kitchen counter-top, in the basement when they were
going through some of their old things; the times she
had seduced him, playing with him under the table as
they sat at dinner with their respective parents, or
when she'd goaded him into fucking her in the bushes
one night while their friends were only fifty yards
away and staring through a telescope at the
constellations... those were also innumerable.
The two of them were made for each other, and she had
given herself to him without question. So it was only
right that he would finally do this for her. He loved
her with every fiber of his being, and he was going to
enjoy this total surrender. Feeling her take him now,
it was a wonderful new thing. As her dildo slid deep
inside him, he grunted and shifted his hips.
She began fucking him faster, harder, and at the end of
each in-stroke, she rolled her hips, letting the
monster harnessed to her waist plunge deeper into him
with a twist that sent shudders through every part of
his body at once. He could feel his prostate *glow*
from the stimulation it was receiving, and he whimpered
and moaned his ecstasy.
"You like that baby?" she marveled, again picking up
the pace. It was a bit uncomfortable now, but he wasn't
about to ask her to stop. Still, she had promised to
make it as painless and enjoyable as possible so long
as he kept his hands on his ankles....
Fastening his grip tight, he replied, giving his voice
just a hint of agony, "Unnggggggh, oohhh, I love it,
baby... but... could I have a little more lube on that
beast? Please...?"
Behind him, she slowed, pulling out until only the head
of that huge cock remained inside him, stretching his
well-fucked asshole. He could feel her smiling, "Of
course, baby. You've been a very good boy." He heard
her squeeze some more Astroglide out of the bottle; the
thick, wet, sticky sounds as she slid it up and down
the shaft made him hard as steel, his cock bobbing
between his legs.
"Mmmmmm, thank-you," he sighed as she slid gently back
into him. Working her way back up to her former pace,
she bucked her hips against his ass behind him, and he
heard her grunts and groans as he suspected the harness
was banging and rubbing against her clitoris and her
mons.
He smiled with satisfaction at the thought that not
only was she pleasing him, but she was taking pleasure
from fucking him. That made him feel... oddly at peace,
and he thrust himself more wildly back at her, "Yes,
fuck me, sweetheart! Fuck your slut!"
She laughed good-naturedly, giving him a slap on one of
his ass-cheeks, "Yeah, you are my slut," and she gave
him a harder, faster pace to buck against. Still, he
kept his grip on his ankles secure, and he groaned and
wailed as his body thrashed.
"You're my big slut," she repeated, "and I love fucking
you! Mmmmmm, yeah, oh, yeah!"
Again and again she pounded his ass, and eternally he
praised her, blessed her name, and cried out in bliss.
Finally her fingers slid down from his left hip and
encircled his prick; she began jerking on his stick
even as she fucked his tight ass.
That was it--he came in spurts, thick white ropes that
gobbed onto the hardwood floor and glistened in the
lamplight. With each thrust of the dildo against his
prostate, another jet of cum sprayed out of his
throbbing cock, and he arched his back, pressing his
ass back against the giant within him that gave him
such joy. "GOD, YESSSSSS!!!" he screamed, and went
limp, barely having the strength to keep hold as she
had ordered him to do. But he did it. She'd fucked him,
and he'd cum, and he wouldn't be punished.
Still, she continued, fucking him harder, faster, and
as he heard her gasps rise in pitch and close in
frequency with one another, he gathered that she was
working towards her own orgasm. He would help her.
Bucking back against the love of his life, he bent his
body down as far as he could and arched his ass up as
he fucked back at her, mashing the harness against her
crotch.
Her whimpers and cries soon followed, and her nails dug
painfully into his hips and sides. Still it was worth
it as he felt her shuddering behind him, the dildo
pressed deep in his bowels, and especially as he heard
her blissful shrieks. "FUCK, YES! I'M FUCKING YOU!!!"
she howled, letting anyone nearby their house in on
their activity with her declaration.
Finally, both of them came down from their mutual high,
and their bodies' shaking slowed, but did not stop,
fatigue now responsible for the spastic movement of
their limbs. Slowly he felt her withdraw the dildo from
his ass, felt her hands slide up his sides, to his
underarms, tugging on him, "It's okay," she encouraged,
pulling again.
He eventually got the message and let go of his legs,
which had gone numb during the experience, and she
raised him to standing on his shaking legs. Feeling her
wrap her arms around him, her prick dangling between
both their pair of legs, tickling his scrotum, he slid
his arms in turn up and down her thighs with a low sigh
of gratification.
"Mmmmmmm, I love you, dear heart," he whispered, his
voice hoarse.
"I know," came her whispered reply as she turned him
around, "and I love you, too." Her mouth pressed
against his, opening, her tongue pressing inside. He
responded with ardor, matching her passion, holding her
tightly to him. They stood that way for several
moments, each of them with a cock--hers eternally hard,
his now flaccid and glistening with cum, a few drops of
which were dripping onto the floor--their arms roving
over one another, their mouths and tongues hot and
darting back and forth, hungry.
Eventually he pulled back with a crooked grin, "This is
gonna be a hideous miss to clean up." She laughed and
smiled back at him, kissing him and pulling him again
into her arms. "Mmmmm," he sighed, brushing his fingers
through her silky hair, pressing himself against her
pert breasts, those sweet nipples hard as rocks and
rubbing against his firm pectoral muscles. "I guess it
can wait till tomorrow," he sighed, his hands roaming
down to her firm, high ass, squeezing with affection.
"Yeah," she smiled, unbuckling the harness. He reached
around to help her, and the strap-on cock quickly fell
to the floor, lifeless again. They both looked down at
the object, and she was the one to break the silence:
"You know, that's only a toy. It will never replace
you, baby."
"I know," he purred, lightly tousling her hair. "I
wasn't afraid for a moment of that. Of course, if you
want to use it on me again sometime..."
She laughed and led him back to their bedroom, shutting
off the light in the family room, leaving the strap-on
and the mess behind, for later consideration. "Sure,
baby, sure. Maybe next time, when you're not even
expecting it...." He felt a thrill run through him as
she left those words hanging in the air, and he reached
down to squeeze her ass. The two of them collapsed into
bed, kissing and falling asleep in each other's arms.
Copyright 1998, -=|horsefly|=-
ebergese@haywire.csuhayward.edu
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