Norman had finally persuaded Jenny to do him. Sure, they had experimented
with anal play for some time now, and she had even inserted a couple
of fingers into him once or twice. She was reluctant to do even that
because it was perverted and “dirty.” But she wanted to please him,
and he talked her into trying it . . . just this once.
A week later there was a nondescript package lying on their doorstep.
That on-line toyshop certainly did ship promptly. They unwrapped it
together, he with eager anticipation, she apprehensively. There it was,
a black harness with a chrome ring. Cocooned in bubble wrap was the
payload, a realistically styled eight-inch silicone dildo. They almost
overlooked the small squeeze-tube of water-based lube.
It was several days before she worked up the courage to try it. They
were making love, and Norm had just brought her to a second orgasm by
sucking on her clit. She was oddly reluctant to be penetrated, but he
was entitled to his pleasure, too. She caressed his ass with a wicked
gleam and reached back into the far recesses of her underwear drawer.
“Bend over the bed and relax. You wanted this, and now you’re gonna
get it.”
Eyes closed, and his chest sinking into the soft mattress, he felt
her finger gently rubbing between the split of his buttocks, then
withdrawing. Now the finger was back, and there was something cold and
wet there and it was pressing into his hole, then sliding in. Now there
were two fingers in him and wetness was dripping out of him and running
down his left thigh.
“I think you’re overdoing it with the lube, hon.”
“Well, let me know when you’re ready. I wasn’t too keen on this idea in
the first place, and maybe I just want to get it over with.”
“I appreciate it, baby, believe me. Pleasuring me like this is a very
loving way of caring for me.”
Oddly enough, the simple act of snapping the dildo through the harness
ring sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Why was that? She was
about to do something twisted and sick. She was going to stick this
silly cock-lookalike deep into his bunghole like she was a queer fucking
another queer. The more she thought about how perverted it was, the more
it turned her on. This is sick, so SICK. And somehow fascinating.
She held on to his hips and gingerly pressed the dildo’s bulbous tip
against his opening. “Does that hurt?”
“No. So far, so good. Push into me slowly.”
She moved her hips toward him and pressed forward slightly. His hole
dimpled inward, then opened up. The dildo seemed to pop past a slight
resistance, and the length of it began disappearing into him, into
his body, *into his hole*. The sight of his asshole stretching and
widening, then clamping down as the silicone cock slid into him made her
shudder. She was doing it! SHE WAS FUCKING HIM IN THE ASS! There was a
sound like crashing surf in her ears and her legs were trembling. Her
pussy was spasming. She had just had her third orgasm.
“Hello? Honey? You still there?”
“Norm, this is doing weird things to me. I’m so hot. I’m all the way
inside you and I have the urge to just fuck and fuck and *fuck* you.
I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to plunge in and out. I want to
possess you. I want every part of you to belong to me.”
“Easy now, hon. When I’ve loosened up a bit, you can pound a little
harder.”
Pushing inside, then pulling out. The rocking back and forth excited her,
then soothed her. She drifted into a kind of rapturous trance, as she
plumbed his depths, and pillaged and looted his innermost treasure. ‘This
is what a man feels like, this intoxicating sense of utterly possessing
a lover, of total ownership. This is the ultimate power over a human
being. I LOVE it.’
She shuddered as another full-body orgasm rippled over her like an
earthquake.
The pulsing earth rhythms of wind and rain resonated to the thrusting of
the piston into his lower gut. It was an oceanic feeling, of balancing
on the razor edge of eternity, of being at peace with himself and the
universe. It was a sense of acceptance, of calm that Norm had never
before found in his life. The bedsheet beneath him was soaked with come.
He shuddered again and again, and drifted in a neverlight of dimly
illuminated memories and dreams. The alternating pressure within his
bowels, the liquid friction, the feeling of being filled, then emptied,
periodically brought him exquisite pleasure, then draining release.
“Honey. Hey, I’m starting to feel a bit sore down there. You’ve been at
it almost an hour. Ease up a little, okay?”
“Gosh, I’m sorry, Norm. I don’t want to cause you any discomfort. It
feels so GOOD. Just one more push, huh?”
“Well, I guess a major transformative experience is worth getting my
ass torn up for. Go for it.”
She collapsed onto his bent-over form, the entire length of the surrogate
cock all the way up inside him. Dried sweat and body fluids glued the
fronts of her thighs to the burning flesh of his buttocks. Her pussy
was throbbing and empty.
“Fill me, Norm, if you can. Now. I need you inside me. Please.”
He could, and did. And again.
The next morning, in the shower, as he bent over for the soap he felt her
hands on his butt cheeks. Then a finger slipped inside him.