First In: Femdom Stories of First-time Strap-on Sex (3 page)

"Start smaller? Whatever for?" laughed Amy. She
told them in a naughty whisper: "He's really hung. He didn't let
me
start small.
I
didn't get to work up to
his
size." Her eyes
flickered over me. "Believe me, if we weren't in public, I'd make him
unzip. I'd make him show you...then you'd understand. We've been going out for
almost a year. I've been taking it regular. Look at that! It's getting harder!
See that? Do you even believe he's been putting that in me? I wouldn't feel
right if I didn't reciprocate."

My dick
was
getting harder, and I wasn't doing much
to try to hide it. There wasn't much I
could
do, with five employees
watching me. They seemed to like the way my face turned red when Amy tormented
me, but they also seemed scandalized. I couldn't tell if they thought it was
cool or disgusting to have her discuss my big cock in front of them.

But I'll say this much: When your girlfriend brags about how
big your cock is, it's a remarkably humiliating experience -- especially if
she's talking to women who don't seem to much like the flesh-and-blood kind of
cock.

And if you're a perv like me, it can be hotter than hot to
have your girlfriend embarrass you in public. I thought she was crossing the
line with the clerks, but it quickly became evident that they were eating it
up.

By the time we left, my cock was throbbing. Amy made me
drive. It wasn't easy paying attention to the road with Amy taking her cock out
and feeling it up as I drove. She stroked the shaft and caressed the head, down
low where no one could see it. Then, as we drove on the freeway, she lifted the
cock to her mouth and started to suck it.

"You're going to get us arrested!" I said.

Amy's mouth came off her new cock. She slurped and
swallowed.

"Well," she teased me, "If I do, then at
least I'm already outfitted for my stint in women's prison." She pouted.
"Too bad your cell mate will get your cherry instead of me."

"Knock it off," I said, but I couldn’t help but
laugh. I blushed deep. "I've got to pay attention to the road."

"Good idea," she said, lowering her new cock and
spreading her legs. She guided the head of her dick up under her skirt. She
rubbed it up her slit and let out a gasp.

"My," she said. "That
is
big. No way
am I ever fucking
that
!"

She saw my wide eyes and laughed.

"You're a much bigger person," she said.
"You've got more room in there, baby. It'll be fine." She winked. She
blew me a kiss.

"Don't worry," she told me. "I'll make it
fit."

#

Amy didn't feel like she was asking that much of me. After
all, I was just taking cock in the second of my two available holes, just like
Amy did on a regular basis. One of her holes was just a little differently
placed. At least, that's the way she saw it.

But it isn't like Amy was a virgin when we got together.
She'd already fucked a lot. Her pussy may have been pretty tight for a cock the
size of mine, but at least it was well-accustomed to fucking.

But my ass
wasn't
accustomed to anything except the
"usual." I was a virgin back there...hell, more than a virgin. I
didn't even know I wanted it until Amy's tongue slipped in there. I was a
back-door virgin...but not for much longer.

#

Stretched out on our bed, I was just a few hours out of the
dildo store, and it was time for me to take it like a man.

As soon as we got home, Amy had made me go into the bathroom
and do the three enemas we bought at the drug store on the same block as
Toyland. I felt tight and open and empty and clean. I felt ready for
anything...almost. I was about to find out if I was ready for that monster
between my girlfriend's legs. The thing looked bigger and bigger, the closer it
gets...but my cock swelled with excitement as I saw it. I wanted to do this.

#

Amy came to the bed and stood alongside me, reaching down to
run her hand up my leg and grasp my swelling cock.

"You want this, boy? You wanna suck cock?" She was
trying for a gruff, "Daddy" kind of voice, which she's always thought
was hot coming from me. I think it's cheesy, so I only give it to her on
special occasions. She saw from the frown on my face that the voice didn't
work. I didn't wanna get fucked by "Daddy." I wanted to get fucked by
my gorgeous wife, wearing a giant cock.

Amy got the picture. She let her girly, breathy, sex-kitten
voice return and said, "Come on, baby. Suck my cock." She groped my
cock with one hand -- and with the other, she pulled down her briefs.

Her huge cock popped out of the jockey shorts. Anatomically
contoured, it was exactly the color of Amy's deep-tan flesh. Other than its
size, it looked highly realistic. Her cock was reasonably narrow, and not all
that much bigger around at the head than my own cock. But it was in the length
that made it look so huge. It was twelve inches measured from the base to the
tip, according to the clerks at Toyland. This cock had an exceptional stiffness
to it -- "30% stiffer than our other models!" The additional length
would give Amy more room to work with. "And if you're only going to be
using it with a male partner," said the clerk, "the  depth
shouldn't be too much of an issue. Just be careful." They'd basically said
that I could take twelve inches if she gave it to me nice and slow.

I wasn't so sure about that. There was an awful lot of cock.
But their point was that I
didn't
have to take it all. There was no
reason, they meant, for Amy to fuck me to the hilt. These women didn't know my
wife.

And she wasn't only going to be using it anally. Amy had
teased me earlier: "If you wanna take cock, you've also gotta suck
it."

And now was the time. It was time to suck my wife's cock.
She put one slender, smooth knee up on the bed...and then she shoved her cock
in my face.

I propped myself up just enough to reach the head. I took
hold of the shaft with my hand. I guided it into my mouth and felt the pressure
of Amy's slender fingers on the back of my head. She held my cock with her
other hand, jacking me slowly through my briefs. I was fully hard as I guided
the head of her cock into my mouth.

The taste of the silicone was artificial and a little
intoxicating. It felt strange to have a cock-shaped appendage in my mouth, but
when I looked shyly up at Amy and saw her gorgeous body above me, I wanted
more. I opened wide and took it as far as I could in my mouth. There wasn't
much left of my mouth, and plenty left of the cock.

Amy purred, "Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like
sucking my cock?"

I didn't have to answer. She could feel my response in the
way my own cock throbbed hard in her grasp. Amy let me bob up and down on her
strap-on dick. I drooled all over it. My spittle collected around the shaft and
dribbled over my fingers. I stroked my wife's cock up and down, using my own
spit as lube.

"Yeah," Amy purred, careful to use her most
feminine voice, because she knew that was what worked on me. "Get it good
and wet. You know where it's going. Your mouth feels good on my dick, but it's
going someplace
real
hot and tight next."

Leaning over a little as I sucked her, Amy pulled down the
front of my briefs and took out my cock. I could feel her tits on the top of my
head. She caressed my dick lightly as I sucked her. Well aware of how aroused I
was, she only touched my cock gently, so she wouldn't bring me too far, too
fast. The
last
thing either of us wanted was for me to blow my load
before she even got her dick in me. That would be a particularly humiliating
kind of premature ejaculation.

"Take off your top," my wife ordered.

I did, lifting my white cotton tank top over my head. To my
surprised, she seized it from my hand and stuffed it in my open mouth. Then she
leaned over me, reached down my back and slapped me on the side of the ass.

"Roll over," she told me.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, my words barely
distinguishable through a mouthful of sweaty white cotton. But Amy knew what
I'd said. It comes from years of hearing me talk with my mouth full.

"That's
Mademoiselle
," she teased me, using
her sexiest girl voice. Although Amy and I are married, she says she'll never
think of herself as a wife. She's never liked being called Ma'am, and I should
have known that. But Amy didn't hold grudges.

As I rolled over, Amy pulled my briefs down my thighs to my
knees, then over them and off. I felt acutely naked. Amy planted her knees on
the insides of my thighs and forced my legs open. She grabbed my hips and
pulled my ass up against her. I could feel her cock rubbing my crack. As I lay
there, face-down, ass-up, Amy reached up and made sure the top was well
situated in my mouth.

"I can't have you waking the neighbors when I stick
you, baby," she explained. "That’s why I wanted you gagged."

Then she licked her way down my back.

Amy took her time, planting her mouth in my crack as she
parted my cheeks with her slender fingers. I moaned as her wet, supple tongue
made its way up into me, swirling around my clean asshole. I felt sensitive
still from the water I'd pumped in and out of it less the than an hour ago.

Amy's tongue wriggled deeper into me. My cock gave a jump.
She licked harder, and I moaned into the tank top.

When came up for air from her rim job, reaching up to pull
my tank top out of my mouth -- and then replaced it with my briefs.

She laughed, "Here, this'll work better." The
briefs were as clean as Amy's, since we'd both dressed up for the
occasion...but it still felt deliciously humiliating to have my girlfriend
shove my underwear in my mouth.

Amy's body mounted me. She still wore her jockey shorts and
had them tugged down over the sculpted balls of her cock.

I heard a click -- then a distant buzzing. I knew from the
clerks at the store that this model had an attachment for an egg-shaped
vibrator, designed to slip into a pouch at the base of the dildo. The harness
would position it perfectly to rub up against her clit. With the base of the
dildo in place, the harness would rub the vibe against her even harder with
each thrust of the cock. "It takes some getting used to," the girls
at Toyland had told her, "But with some practice, you may find yourself
orgasming from being the top in a strap-on play scene."

"
Just like I'm cumming in your ass
," Amy
had pointed out to me in a warm, close-in whisper. The egg-shaped vibe was
attached by vibrators to a control pack harnessed to Amy's hip. Amy, who likes
variety, had opted for the eighteen-speed model.

My wife's fingers gently pried my cheeks open. I heard her
squeezing the lube bottle as she added lube to the head of her cock. She'd
decided not to use a condom. The clerks had told her using one was an easy way
to keep her cock nice and clean, but Amy wouldn't have it. "
Oh, no
,"
Amy had said with a squeeze to my buns. "
We always go bareback
."

She pushed a second finger into me, then a third. Her
fingers felt good. I lifted my ass higher. I moaned in pleasure, the sound
muffled by the white cotton briefs stuffed in my mouth.

Amy's fingers slipped out of me. She added more lube to her
cock and greased it up like a pole. She teased lube-covered fingers into my
asshole.

Then she gave an evil chuckle.

Just lay back and think of England, baby," she told me
savagely.

She brought the head of her cock to my asshole and rubbed it
up and down in my crack. I felt her stretching me open. Her cockhead was not
too much larger than mine. My asshole felt open and clean from the cleansing
and from the gentle stroke of her tongue and the insertion of her fingers.
There was only a short surge of stretching sensation, not quite pain, as my
wife's cock violated my violated my entrance.

Then Amy gave a soft moan of pleasure as she slid her long
shaft up inside me. I could feel the buzzing of her vibrator faintly inside me.
It felt soothing...but I could tell it felt much more than just soothing to
Amy. I knew the sound of those moans. If she fucked me this way with that
vibrator going, I was pretty sure she would cum.

I pushed against her, raising my ass to her thrust. She went
slowly and gently inside me, rocking her hips back and forth so it entered me
gradually. It didn't take long. I was ready for it. I'd been ready for it
forever. I brought my ass up to meet her stroke. She jogged her cock back and
forth to ease its passage as inch after thick, hard inch rocked its way into
me, stretching my hole.

I was clean and deep and easy, and Amy had used plenty of
lube. Even as she stretched deep into me with all her twelve inches, I found
myself relaxing. I was intensely turned on.

Amy sank deeply into me. Then she pulled back a little. Then
she thrust in again, deeper this time. She started to fuck me more firmly,
pushing up deep until I'd taken her cock to the hilt.

Amy grabbed my hand and pressed it between us. She made me
feel the place where we joined. She made me stroke the place where her cock
entered me. I could feel the slick tightness of her harness where it pressed
against my cheeks, the fullness of her shaft as it opened my hole.