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Black Toy Collection
There we were, in her room, on her
bed, watching television shows downloaded to her computer while I gave her a
massage. Cassie loved to just relax this way, letting me rub and feel all over
her backside. I loved it too. I brushed her long dirty blonde hair to the side
so I could rub her neck. I’d work down over her shoulders, down the length of
her back. I’d jiggle her buttocks and give it a good squeeze, then pop back up
to her shoulders and neck. To be honest I don’t really
recall what was on the television as I spent most of my time examining the
beautiful body before me: the creases, the crevices, the folds, the curves, the
tiny hairs, and the little marks. During
these sensual massages she always kept her panties on; today I enjoyed a
jet-black thong emanating from her butt cheeks. Her matching bra was hidden
beneath her chest, the shoulder straps sitting loosely over her arms and the
hooks spread out to her left and right sides giving me access to her back.
“Having fun my dear?” I asked.
“Of course sweetie, now shush until
my show is over,” she quietly chided me.
“Just checking,” I whispered back.
We were young then, in the final
years of our studies in university. Cassie and I had been seeing each other for
some time now, several months in fact, and things seemed to be going smoothly.
We both had our own dorms on campus but we spent most of our time together in
hers. Early on she laid down the ground rules to our intimate times together:
1) Whenever she said
stop that was it.
2) I was not to remove
any of her clothing without her request or permission to remove the item in
question.
3) I was not to remove
any of my clothing without her request or permission to remove the item in
question.
4) My hands were not
to go beneath her clothing, unless it was to remove an item I had permission to
remove.
She said the rules were important to
her, that before me she had been with a few guys who didn’t respect her and she
wanted things to be different with me. I felt bad for her instantly, that she
could have been treated badly before made me hurt inside and all the more eager
to fulfill her wishes and show her how great sex can be in a strong
relationship.
I kissed my way down her body,
starting with her neck and working towards her feet. Each kiss had a little
suck to it, sometimes a little lick, sometimes a big
lick. Down the tight muscles of her back to her buttocks,
planting numerous pecks across those pretty cheeks. Down one leg, then
the other, stopping at the backs of her knees to suck and lick them deeply,
giving her a tickle. Down to her feet where I mixed massaging
and kissing in a passionate embrace of her soles.
Her quiet moans and relaxed breath
only gave me reason to continue. She flipped onto her back and crossed her arms
under her raised head to watch me.
“You like my feet don’t you silly
boy?”
“Mmm you have sexy
feet my dear,” I had to admit that I did. I never considered myself a ‘foot
guy’ before but she did have the cutest feet around and it just seemed to give
me an extra thrill each and every time I kissed, licked and sucked them. I
moved on to sucking her toes and continued to rub her feet and smooth calves.
I stared into the crevice of her lovely panty-clad pussy; I couldn’t
take my eyes off it. I could smell the aroma - her aroma - rising up from
between her legs and it drove me further into a deep raging lust. I knew she
must be soaking her panties while I was soaking the bottoms of her feet. I slid
back up her body and felt like a jaguar over my prey. I kissed each of her
bottom cheeks and asked, “how about we slip these pretty panties off and have a
little look at your pussy?”
“Mmmm I’m sorry Kevy,
I don’t want us to take that step yet.” She brushed me off and called me Kevy
instead of Kevin, as usual, until she offered her consolation, “You can give me
a little kiss down there on my panties and then I want you up here with me.”
She spread her legs a little and turned her ass up presenting a most wonderful
photo opportunity, if only there had been a camera! I leaned forward pushing my
nose into her ass crack and planting my lips on her moist panties. I seized the
moment and deeply sucked in her odor, it made me dizzy and horny beyond belief.
“Alright, come on up here.” She
said. I took the chance and had another deep breath with my nose embedded in
her ass, taking her scent into me, imprinting it into my mind. “Ok get away
from there!” she reached back and gave a little shove to my forehead, turning
her hips away from my face. She snapped her bra hooks back together and leaned
on her side. “Take off your shirt and pants, and your socks too.” That was an
easy request to follow and follow it I did. Soon I was lying with her, both in
our underwear.
“You
smell so good, I wish I could go down on you.” I said
to her, rather breathlessly.
“Thanks, I’m glad you like the way I
smell, but you aren’t allowed to go down on me yet. Now shut up and kiss me.”
She was being cute again, any curtness in her voice was playacting, but it was
sexy nonetheless.
Our tongues rolled around each
other’s mouth, each trying to gain the upper hand, the right to explore and
dominate inside the other’s mouth. We nibbled on each other’s lips, playfully
kissed at each other’s nose. My hands stroked her bra-cupped breasts. Her
perky, full, breasts that always looked to be in a bra that was slightly too
small for her, though she was not a big breasted woman, she had lovely breasts
nonetheless. I just wish she’d take the bra off once in awhile and let me have
a look; I dare not try to undo the clips, nor slip my hand under the elegant
material, I didn’t want to screw up my chances with her.
Her hand found the tent in my
boxers. She wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few tugs. I became acutely
aware of the massive amount of pre-cum oozing forth and making my boxers as wet
as her thong. I was beyond horny at this point, her subtle deft movements
pushing me closer to doubling the mess in my boxers.
We kept going. There was more
kissing - more tongues. I slid my hand down her back to her ass, her wonderful
plump ass. I didn’t stay there long, taking my chance to strike at her hot,
steaming wet pussy. I thrust my fingers and palm over her panty clad pussy. She
immediately had two opposite reactions, one was to moan and shake with
pleasure. The other was to pinch her legs shut and try to pull away from my
hand.
“Come on baby, I know you want to
cum, let me rub you.” I whispered with the tact of a horny immature youth.
“Get out of there.” She giggled and
moaned again, “come on you better stop now or you won’t ever get any farther.”
“You clearly like it.” I stroked
circles around her covered clit. She pushed me back and rolled away taking her
smoking hot pussy with her. She slipped a violet silk nightie she kept close by
over her head and covered herself.
“Ok, I’m ready for bed, why don’t we
see each other tomorrow?” She said, asking me to leave.
“…ppfff,” I exhaled my meaning as I
fell back with my hands behind my head.
“Come on, get up, I’ll see you
tomorrow.” She took my arm and playfully pulled at it.
I gave in knowing I was defeated and
too much a gentleman to argue, “Ok ok, I’ll see you tomorrow. But just answer
me this one thing: are you going to get yourself off the second I leave this
room?” Not so much of a gentleman as to not to ask about her masturbation
habits apparently.
“Yes, I’m going to frig myself silly
as soon as I get you out of here, go back to your dorm and think about that
when you take care of that rigor mortis in your pants.”
“Mmm I sure will.” The thoughts
already formed drops of pre-cum adding to the goo in my boxers. I stood up and
began dressing while she sat at her computer she looked slightly impatient, but
too nice to tell me to hurry. When I was properly dressed with my penis still
throbbing and rigid, we said our goodnights with a kiss and I headed out the
door, hearing it being locked behind me only a half second after I left.
I couldn’t believe that someone so
beautiful, so passionate, so sexually radiant, could freeze up so suddenly
whenever it came time to go all the way. One minute we are in a deep embrace,
our tongues rolling around each other looking for the advantage like two
greased up wrestlers, with our hands gripping and massaging each other’s
intimates and then it’s all over with no big finishing move. I suspected that
even now she was on her computer looking at porn and frigging herself silly
instead of letting me fuck her, or even go down on her! I was frustrated but I
had to get back to my room and take care of a little business before I could be
upset.
I got back to my room and went to my
computer. I logged on to Instant Messenger abd sure enough Cassie (or
SugerSweetLips134 as she’s known online) was logged on. I sent her a message,
“You sure were sexy tonight.”
It took a minute for her to reply, a
sign of distraction, “Thanks, you too muffin.”
I continued, “Your pussy smells so
good, I wish I could taste it.” I know eagerness isn’t the best approach, but I
hoped she didn’t know that! Again, it took a minute or two for her to respond,
I was sure she must be touching herself right now. I too was touching myself,
leaking more and more pre-cum into my boxers.
“Thanks, again, I appreciate that, I
really do.” Again it took some time for her to respond, further fueling my lust
and frustration. And then she caught me off guard asking, “Do you think about
eating me when you touch yourself?”
Before
you could blink I had already sent the electrons, which carried the message “I
do” off into cyber space and into her computer, “Do you think about sucking
cock when you touch yourself?” God I hoped she did. Again the delay in getting
a response, this time longer: two minutes… three minutes… five minutes… ten
minutes… twelve minutes.
Finally she spoke! “Of course I do,
I think about it all the time, I love it.” That was it, I felt myself hurtling
past the edge of no return, I could not possibly hold back, but I also could
not enjoy an orgasm splattering away in my pants. Each delicious spasm sent
more and more cum into my boxers. I tried with little efficacy to stem the
continually surging flow by pinching it off but each movement allowed the
backed-up cum to breach the gap.
The warm cum quickly became a cold, sticky mess and the feeling of my
throbbing prostate was quickly overshadowed by the embarrassment running down
my leg. I instantly felt like a child, lacking control over my own loins. A
cursory investigation showed a trail of cum leading down to my knee; I would
have to do laundry.
Before I went to clean up I was
cursed to ask her an ugly question typed in an ugly way, “If you like sucking
cock so much why won’t you suck mine?” I was
frustrated by her answer; I could feel a subtle anger building inside me.
She replied quickly this time, either having finished
her masturbation or perhaps given in to my distraction, “Look, I really love
you, and I don’t want things to get more complicated than they have to be. Just
please understand that I love you and want to be with you. Don’t make our
relationship just about sex, it’s happened to me before and I don’t want it to
be like that with you.”
“Ok ok, I’m sorry, you’re just so
beautiful and you get me so turned on. I don’t even want it that bad, I wish
you’d let me pleasure you, I want that more than anything else.” I wasn’t even
lying that much, I wanted to go down on her bad, I wanted to eat her with
passion, and fill my senses with her sex.
“Aw, I’d like that too, I love it when a guy licks me down there. But again, I
really want you to wait a bit longer.”
“Alright, but maybe I could do
something else like lick your panties to get you off.”
“LOL well ok, maybe you can do that
next time, but no promises. It’s time for me to go to bed though and you should
too. You get out from class before me tomorrow right? Just meet me in my room
and we’ll ‘talk’ about that thing you want to do for me.” Her message stirred
my now flaccid and sticky penis a bit while I typed up my good night message:
“Good night sweetie, love you, see
you tomorrow.”
“Night night, love you too.” She
said in her farewell message. I stripped off and cleaned up with some tissue
before going to bed and sleeping soundly until morning.
The next morning seemed wondrous and
everything was going well. I was excited about the prospect of getting closer
to Cassie’s sweet pussy and was expecting good things this afternoon. Class
went by quickly and soon I was at Cassie’s door. I knew she would leave it
unlocked for me so I just went inside.
There, lying on the bed suspiciously
were a pair of bright red panties and a note for moi. I dove to the bed and
relaxed on my side while investigating my lucky find. The panties were the
low-cut type that look great on a girl with an ass (an area in which Cassie
indeed prospered), they were lacy and looked fabulous. The note read, “whom ever finds these panties first will have the honour of kissing them
many times this afternoon when I, Cassie Smithers, slide them up over my pretty pussy.” She
wrote dirtier than she spoke and I had to admit it was a wonderful treat, I was
excited already, but I knew she wouldn’t be here for a while, at least a half
an hour.
Her computer beckoned me. I wondered
if she knew to delete her Internet history, I had to know what she looked at. I
wiggled her mouse and waited for her computer to wake up. It didn’t take long
and using all my computer wizardry skills I hacked into her Internet history
list by first double clicking on the ‘Internet Explorer’ icon and then clicking
on the “History” button. Low and behold the treasures that filled that list!
Site after site dedicated to big cocks, interracial sex, and female slaves!
I investigated several of the links
and mostly found incredibly hot pictures of girls sucking huge dicks and
getting fucked hard, almost entirely involving black guys. The girls were often
treated like objects for the men to pleasure themselves with, but the
expressions on the faces of the women showed more than a hint of excitement. I
considered for a moment if Cassie wanted me to treat her that way. I soon forgot
about that as I lingered on several of the pictures. The nice bodies and huge
cocks of those men had caught my attention: they were attractive as well as the
women. I had never considered myself gay, only ever slightly bi-curious. I’d
never been interested in dating a man, or kissing a man, but now I could see
how sucking a penis could be kind of hot. The pictures were having a similar
effect on me as the panties had had before.
I came across a link in her history
to a forum site about worshipping black men. I had to know how serious she was
into this stuff so I entered. I went on a hunch and ran a search on the forum
for users with her nickname, (SugarSweetLips134), and it turned up nothing.
Going on a second hunch I dropped the “134” on the end of the name and sure
enough there was a user with that name. I had to go deeper, so I read the
profile: the full name was blank, the city name, the province, and the country
were all correct, as well as the age. And the most damning
evidence of all: the picture. It didn’t show her face but I knew it was
her. The picture began just below her breasts and stopped at the knees. There
in the center were the very same red panties she had left out for me today. I
wasn’t sure what to think yet - to be devastated or sickly aroused. In her hand
was a sign that read “SugarSweetLips for big black cocks that are looking for a
tasty white treat”. Ok, that aroused me. The idea that she was so sexual, so
horny, so slutty had turned me on immensely.
I had to go further though, I had to
know more. Was this serious? Was it a game? What did it mean for our
relationship? How could I date a girl like this? Why am I still so hard?
I clicked the “Find Member’s Posts”
button inside her profile and began reading the most recent entries she made.
It turned out that many of her most recent posts were in the same thread, one
that she had started herself, a thread entitled, “What I do (more like don’t
do) with my white boyfriend”. It was about me. You know that special effect
done in movies where a character discovers something dramatic and frightening
and all the background and everything around the character fades to black? I
felt just like that. With some hesitation I clicked on the link and began
reading the posts:
“SugarSweetLips
Hi EVERYONE!
I have a problem and
maybe you guys can help, you see I’ve fallen in love (again). My first love
will always be big black cocks but I’ve met a really sweet white guy. I don’t
know what I should do. I made the oath to never go back after my first
interracial encounter with Darnell when he broke me in. He’s the one that sent
me to this site and after a few hours I just had to make the vow never to have
a white guy inside me again. Kevy is just so wonderful to me though. I really
think he could be the one you know? I don’t have a black lover right now, I’m
horny as hell, and it’s so sweet how he wants to please me. I haven’t let him
do anything to me yet besides letting him feel me up. And I haven’t given him
anything yet except teasing him like crazy. I feel like I’m going to explode
after I’m with him, I have to shoo him away after hours of making out just so I
can get my black toys out and fuck myself silly on those massive rubber cocks.
What can I do? I really want him in my life but I’m afraid I’ll lose him
without giving into sex eventually. But I also want to keep my oath, I’ve been
a black cock slut for a few years now and I feel like I can’t give up this
lifestyle. Do I tell him about it? Do I keep it a secret? If I keep it a
secret, this is embarrassing, how do I explain the stretching of my pussy? This
is for real, not fantasy, seriously, I need help!
Thanks all!
BBC Slut Cassie”
I couldn’t believe it, but there it was in black and white. I wasn’t
sure what to feel just then. I was dating a total slut, a total slut that
wouldn’t have sex with me apparently. What was she supposed to do? What was I
supposed to do? I sank in her computer chair for a minute. She had even used
both our names. I was so embarrassed.
My penis twitched and throbbed inside my pants and underwear. I couldn’t
be turned on by this, I shouldn’t be turned on by
this. I had to see what people told her, and see if she responded back. The
next few posts were a mix of gender and colour suggesting that she simply move on and stick
to her oath, one suggesting that a big black cock could fill the hole in her
heart and then some. There were other suggestions to keep me around as a “clean
up boy”, which confused me for a moment before I understood their meaning.
There were even suggestions to “break in the bitch boy”, having a black man use
my ass.
Needless to say, I wasn’t impressed by the “helpfulness” of the posters
on the interracial forum. Sure the idea that someone could be so submissive, so
sexual, so horny that they would do anything to please some guy they don’t know
was arousing. But I didn’t like the idea that most of them shared: I was to be
replaced! I was still somewhat shocked but I had to read more, I had to find
out what she replied and then a post caught my attention, one from Darnell9:
“Darnell9
Hey fuck slut long
time no see. How’s it hanging? Those meat curtains lower than last time I
lowered them? Now I know we aren’t seeing each other anymore but you still made
that oath and I, and every other black guy expects you to keep it. No backing
out now, no going back. You can keep the boy if you like him so much, but you
are still black cock only. I know you well enough to know that you are getting
off on not letting him in so you better just keep it that way.
Darnell9 – the 9 is in
inches”
Now I was really shocked, how could
she have been with someone who was obviously such a jerk and just using her?
Worst of all was her response to him that followed immediately:
“SugarSweetLips
Darnell you’re right,
you know me too well, I can’t turn my back on my word.
I almost had sex with him yesterday, I was so close to breaking down and just
letting him have me and use me like you used to. It took every ounce of
willpower I had to ask him to leave. So far I’ve managed to keep it down to
just teasing, lots of petting and kissing. It turns me on so much thinking that
I’ll never be able to give him anything except a raging hard on, but I really
don’t want to lose him. I guess I’ll just have to be happy and satisfied with
my toys, and he’ll have to be happy with jerking off.
Talk to you later
Darnell
BBC Slut Cassie
P.S. I still have your
toy Darnell, but I use a bigger one now.”
The
posts continued but I simply couldn’t read on. Not only would Cassie be here
soon, I just couldn’t bear to read anymore about what a slut she was without
cumming in my pants. I had been turned on enough before finding out any of this
shocking, perverted, and amazingly arousing information. I wasn’t sure what to
do, I wasn’t sure how to feel about this, but my own sexual needs were bubbling
and boiling over. I had an idea but I needed to find her toys first.
Lucky for me there is no place to
hide anything in a dorm room. Under her bed she had a cardboard box containing
a treasure trove of pleasure aids. All of them were black with a few
exceptions. The exceptions were, however, not for penetration, namely a red
enema bag, shiny metal handcuffs (the real kind, not fuzzy-cuffs with safety
locks), and a leopard eye mask. The other toys were all cocks and dildos, all
black, and some very realistic looking. The smallest one was only slightly
smaller than my cock and the largest was twice as big! I’d never really thought
anything of my penis size before, it seemed average, but looking at these toys
I could only imagine that it was at least a little inadequate.
To put my plan into action I took the second largest dildo, a very
realistic member with a fat head that looked very pleasurable and stuffed it
under her pillow for later. Veins ran down the shaft to a base with sculpted
balls and for some reason a suction cup on the reverse side. I supposed that
this was just encase you want to stick it to your wall, perhaps as art or as a
conversation piece.
I waited there on the bed with my plan under my head. I took her sexy
red panties in my hand and sniffed them noting that clean panties just don’t
smell as good as dirty ones. I had tossed her note over to the desk by the
computer. And finally, she walked in the door.
“Hey, I missed you.” She chimed better than any doorbell, tossing her
books aside and onto her desk. She wasted no time in getting to the bed. She’d
worn a white sleeveless turtleneck sweater, the kind with vertical ribs that
just looks hot on a good-looking nerd. Paired with a loose jean skirt and tall
socks she was a walking wet dream that happened to dive right into me.
“Hey! I missed you too.” I croaked the first bit as though she had injured me, though she hadn’t.
“You read my letter?” She asked in a quiet voice after kissing me.
“I sure did, I’m very excited about it.” I couldn’t hide my excitement either.
“You’ll be more excited when I tell you that I didn’t wear any panties today, I’ve been enjoying a little fresh air.” She snatched the panties she’d left me out of my hand and rolled away.
“HEY! Not fair.” I said, realising I’d missed my chance to try and sneak a look and cop a feel.
“Now now, you want your present?” She certainly wasn’t as coy as usual, but I didn’t mind, I wanted it bad.
“Yes please.” She turned away and slipped her feet into her panties. She pointed one leg to her side as she slid them up her legs. When she got to the hem of her skirt, which rested mid thigh, she slowed down even more. Small glimpses of her ass were available to me and I certainly appreciated it.
She turned back to me just as they had reached their landing point and requested I “Slide down and lay back”. I moved down the bed and got comfortable on my back as she moved around the bed. I watched her crawl up to me face from the side of the bed and she leaned in to kiss me, an activity I gladly participated in. It wasn’t long before she broke the kiss with finger over my mouth. She slowly swung a leg over my head and lowered until she was an inch above me. Her skirt was hiked up so I could see how gorgeous she was - it was an amazing moment in time.
“You like?” She asked. Her scent drifted down even through the clean panties, she must have been very aroused thinking about this all day.
“I do.” I managed to speak almost breathlessly. She gyrated above me, circling like a hawk.
“Sniff,” was that an offer or a command? Regardless I took a sniff and then some, sucking in her fragrance.
“Go on and give it a kiss.” All I needed was that and I dove in, planting kiss after kiss on the gusset of her knickers. I was frantically dishing out kisses along her panty-clad lips and clit. She moaned a little here and there, as she wiggled about.
“Ok, ok stop for a moment.” Reluctantly I stopped and looked up to her eyes like a puppy waiting for a release command. “Alright, rest your head down on the bed and I’ll come to you.” I put my head back and pursed my lips, she giggled at my goofy face and tossed her skirt over my face as she came down for our lips to continue their chaste kiss.
The soft panties rubbed over my mouth and nose, slow and caressing at first, but after some minutes she began to increase the pressure on me. Soon it was hard to keep up with her, hard to even present resistance to her thrusts and movements. I was less and less kissing her and more and more being used as a humping post. Eventually my lips were being pulled up and down, exposing my teeth and causing a mild, completely tolerable, pain due to the circumstances.
She closed her thighs around my ears and placed a hand on my forehead to stabilize herself as she began to thrust more. Her moans sounded soft but they must have been louder than I was hearing with my earmuffs. My cock was throbbing and dripping, as I made my own gentle thrusts into my pants, the slight friction was enough to cause great pleasure in my current state. She must have been getting greater friction and greater pleasure because she began cumming hard on my lips, pressing down and shuddering squishing my lips against my teeth. Her hard grinding lasted almost a minute (thank god it wasn’t any longer or I may have suffocated) but I sure was glad to have finally given her an orgasm and been so close to her pussy.
She raised her leg and dropped down next to me to rest. She laid a hand on her pillow and her head on her hand. I turned to her and we spent some time catching our breath and staring at each other. I ran my free hand over her clothed body touching her arm, her back, her breast, her neck and her butt. And then we snuggled for a minute. My hardness throbbed but without the urgency of before; I felt more relaxed now. We began to make out, slowly at first, careful with our tongues, pressing them into each other’s mouth deeply and with control. But soon that was not enough and we both needed more, with passion building in her loins again and mine still powerful from before.
Our free hands, those not trapped under our bodies, wrapped around our opposite and pulled us together. My hardness pushed into her hip sending tingling spurts of pleasure down my shaft. I took this chance to get on top of her, sliding my body into her, curling her over onto her back and pushing myself between her legs. I began gently thrusting my clothed groin into hers, my pants into her panties, and it felt wonderful. Her neck craned back with a moan as we thrust into each other as we practiced making love like a couple of first-time teenagers dry humping.
I stared into her closed eyes waiting for her to look at me, when she did open them I leaned in to give her a forceful deep penetrating kiss. After a few seconds I pulled away from the kiss and leaned into her ear to whisper, “there is something else I want to do with you if you’ll let me.”
She sounded a little nervous, almost surprised, “What?”
I continued to whisper quietly to her, “I found something under your bed I want to use on you.”
I moved over her so I could read her expression and saw wide eyes and a loose jaw sort of hanging, her eyes analyzing, worrying, and hoping. I reached under the pillow for the hidden dildo, pulling it out to reveal my surprise to her.
“I can explain that,” she stammered.
I interrupted already knowing the real reasons she had it, “No no, it’s ok, you have nothing to explain, this is what you like and I want to pleasure you with it, it’s as simple as that. I want you to share this with me, I think it’s VERY sexy that you have such a big toy around.”
She weakly tried again to dissuade me, “I just don’t want you to think anything bad about me. This is embarrassing.”
“Trust me, I won’t think anything bad about you, and you have nothing at all to be embarrassed about. Let me give you what you want, let me give you this big black dildo, I promise not to try any funny business.” She didn’t answer, she just bent her knees up to her chest and pulled her panties down. She spread her legs and I finally got to see her treasure: two full vertical lips, long inner lips, quite hairless, not looking any roomier than most pussies I’d seen. She didn’t really look as used as one would expect of the owner of such a toy and a black cock slut. She took her top off and her bra too, with her skirt last as finally everything was mine to see.
“Take yours off too.” Her small order was easy to fill and soon I was naked as well.
“You look really wet, but do you need any lube?” I thought I’d better ask before making the mistake.
“No, no lube, just get the dildo wet first. Lick it.” She wanted me to lick her dildo. She looked straight into my eyes and slowly spread and closed her legs at the knee giving me a little tease. I looked from her eyes to her cunt, to her dildo standing up straight in my hand long, thick and black. All three were mesmerising; I couldn’t help myself, so I helped her by licking the dildo. Part of me wanted to, not just to make it go in her, but to make it go inside me as well. I slowly licked up its length. I licked the corona, the glands, and the tip. I licked the long veins. I sucked the head into my mouth and did my best to wet it.
Finally I noticed that she had her hand over her pussy, rubbing her entire vagina slowly. She was watching the show so I added some vigour in the hopes of exciting her more. I took the rubber phallus as deep in my mouth as I could, I took it out and licked it wildly while it flopped about, and I spat on the head and rubbed the spit around the cock to get it ready for her. I lined it up with her pussy entrance and added a little pressure.
Much to my surprise it took little force at all to get the large rubber device into her cunt. Her lips simply seemed to stretch around the thick head with little problem and a lot of moaning. She squirmed and thrust and rotated on the spot as though the large toy was a centering rod holding her in place as she thrashed around it. It was a beautiful sight to behold and I drank it in forgetting about the pain that my lips and tongue so recently endured at the expense of enticing her pussy. When only a few inches were left to enter her I thrust the rest in, her face erupted in pain and agony as though being stabbed in the gut. However, only a second later she was humping against the prick as though not a thing were wrong. I took the hint and began to pump her deeply with the dong.
As I watched her lost in her passion and pleasure I thought of my own pleasures considering this situation. I was intensely aroused at this girl, this woman, this slut’s denial of all white cocks, and her denial of my cock. I was so horny that the idea began to appeal to me; I began to embrace the denial as a source of sexual arousal and as a form of sex itself. It was ok that I wouldn’t be allowed to fuck her. It was ok that I wouldn’t get a blowjob. I didn’t stop wanting those things, but the sexual high I felt while not receiving them was something amazing, something intoxicating: a chemical delivery system for smooth spirits and other elixirs that drive men and women to abandon inhibitions.
She was wrapped around her massive toy gasping and moaning as I thrust the dildo into her and pulled it out again, repeating as necessary. She began to orgasm: her vagina, once stretched by the large intruder was now crushing down to virginal size due to the intensity of her muscle contractions. Her entire body was involved in the great squeeze, her legs became crab-like, her arms were eagle-like in full spread raising her shoulders from the bed, and her mouth was agape like a lion in mid-roar though not a sound escaped it. The shudders of her relief shook the bed, the walls, the door, her shelf, and a variety of items around the room.
After a few seconds she collapsed in deep breaths and relaxation. I too felt a great deal of relief; it seemed to me that her orgasm had lessened my own need for one. I curled up with her sweat-coated body, spooning with her from behind. We both closed our eyes for a few minutes and enjoyed each other’s warmth. I could hear her thinking about something, wanting to ask me something, or waiting to propose something she worried that I would reject. I kissed the back of her head and asked, “Is there anything more I can do for you?”
She turned to face me with a big smile, “I was going to offer you something.”
I smiled, thinking I was in for a real treat, “What’s that?”
“Well it’s not sex so just cool your jets.” She hadn’t managed to stammer my thinking with that, but she continued, “ I’ve always wanted to use my toys on a guy, so how would you like to be the first? I know it sounds weird, but some guys really like it; they can even orgasm from it sometimes.”
Now this had a stopping effect on me. She was serious - anxious to get things underway. I could see a glint of hope and excitement in her eyes as she waited for my response. I didn’t know what to say, I’d never so much as had my own finger up there, her big toy would rip me to shreds.
I managed a fearful response, “Baby, I don’t think I can handle that big toy of yours.” I figured that would deflect the situation.
“Well I have some smaller ones if Daniel is too big for you.” She called her dildo Daniel apparently. “Oh please Kevy, let me pleasure you like you pleasured me. You know I’m still not ready to have sex, but this will be a lot of fun for both of us I promise.”
What she meant was that she wasn’t ever going to be ready for sex with me but plenty of other guys were ok for her, however, I thought to myself “maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if I just relax and make the best of it.” Certainly it was better than nothing,
“I guess I don’t have much of an excuse, but I get to pick the toy.” She nodded, smiled, and scooted; off the bed to dig out her toy box like a child in a hurry to share. Soon a plethora of latex and rubber dongs were laid out before me, though I’d seen them all before they took on a new light the second time. It was easy for me to choose one not too daunting: it was the smallest one and appeared about 5 inches long and slightly less than an inch wide. The dildo was a smooth rendition of a cock, not very realistic, and quite soft.
“Come on sissy, I used that one when I was 15, at least try this one.” She picked up the second smallest which was at least an inch and a half longer and a bit thicker. It was a dark chocolate brown and covered in realistic veins, a plump ridge down the bottom of the shaft, and a mushroom cap head, complete with piss-slit. I made a clearly visible cringe as she suggested I take this bigger model up my tight and virginal anus. She noted my cringe and tried to comfort me, “I could warm you up with the little one first, and then you could try taking the bigger one for me. Won’t you try for me?”
“Alright, but give me a chance to get used to it. And be gentle!”
“Ok mister, get your butt up in the air while I lube you up.” I complied, comfortable resting my head on my folded arms, pointing my ass up and open for her. I was aroused but so nervous that my erection began to subside. I shivered and felt cold all over as her index finger gently stroked my asshole with lube. She probed a bit, and then applied a larger blob of lube before entering it into my ass as deep as she could.
It felt good, strange good, deeply good. It took no time at all to adjust to the feeling of her finger in me - it actually made me want more inside –and yet I could not bring myself to ask for it. I felt embarrassed but enjoyed the feeling and I definitely didn’t want her to stop. Her finger rubbed over my swollen prostate over and over sending a feeling I can’t describe through my bowels and into my flaccid penis. It was as though my penis was being stroked from the inside, and it was. More than that it felt like I was near cumming from the first stroke over my prostate, though I hadn’t ejaculated.
Cassie didn’t take long in her own excited state to press further. She removed her finger and planted the smaller dildo at the slick entrance to my behind. It took only a slight pressure to get the rubber phallus to glide into me. I felt stretched like when having a firm bowel movement, not a painful stretching, a nice one, the kind that makes you wish you had to poop a lot more than is humanly possible. I moaned and thrust back against her entry.
“Is that ok baby?” she placed her hand on my buttocks and stopped the movements of the dildo. I looked back at her with disbelief, not sure why she would stop her ministrations at first.
“Yeah, it feels good.” She smiled an evil grin back at me, which somehow reassured me that at least she wouldn’t needlessly stop thrusting again. I rested my forehead back on my forearms and pushed my ass higher as she began to fuck me again. She was more confident now with a faster and deeper pace eliciting an even stronger feeling from inside my ass and cock than before. The toy seemed to be moving with ease; after all. it was less than an inch wide and only five inches long but it felt like heaven.
I began to feel like jelly. I felt like I could finally relax and simply enjoy the electric feelings running through me. Some of the humiliation and embarrassment lifted from my mind and my penis showed signs of life as it finally stiffened from its previously limp state. I could feel pre-cum dripping, pooling, and clinging to the uncircumcised tip of my confused cock. I, nor my penis, could understand how such amazing feelings could be coming from inside me without any attention to my penis. Many years of masturbation and common sense were betrayed by the intensity of the experience.
She slid the toy from my wanting hole, making me raise my head again to question her with my gaze. She had the bigger one in her hand now and made a masturbatory gesture with the life-like rubber cock. I sighed and returned my head to its rest position and closed my eyes. I tried not to get nervous but my own penis betrayed me as it shrank again to look like the limp penis of a small child. The flared head of the toy cock was noticeably bigger than the last one even as it sat outside my now tightening hole. I couldn’t help but react with some trepidation as fear mechanisms informed me of my compromised position.
She pushed forward. Cassie’s hands firmly though slowly applied force to the dildo. Had the head not been shaped the way it was through engineering and evolution it would not have penetrated; instead it quickly gained a foothold on my anus, spreading it open easily as it went. I say easily, but it did in fact cause some sharp pains, substantiating my fears that this toy was too big. Cassie and the dildo clearly thought otherwise. The head had barely pushed in half of an inch when it felt to me like my anus would rip and still it spread me more, the lube preventing friction from saving me. A knife-like stabbing hit my ass as the head moved another half an inch and the flared corona popped into me as my anus clenched tightly around it closing on the shaft.
“Uungghh” my articulate grunt said it all. The experience with this new toy was painful so far, but within seconds of its entry hope began to mount. It felt better and better as she pushed it in. My anus still hurt, feeling scratched, but the head was doing delightful things to my insides. I could feel it pushing things around inside me, adjusting my guts to suit its shape, my body was all too happy to comply. The signals describing pain never subsided. Instead I was simply too distracted to feel them anymore. I was nearly humping back into Cassie’s thrusts of the dildo that had increased in pace and depth gradually.
I felt again like I had before with the smaller one, the feeling of being masturbated from the inside. I felt no urge to cum but instead a feeling that I was always having a mild orgasm. I wanted more, I wanted it to be an orgasm and so I pressed back and tried to keep time with her thrusts without an ounce of coordination due to my present situation. The dildo slid fast, in and out, in and out, more and more until suddenly it stopped half in and half out.
“Did you cum Kevy?” she managed to giggle the entire sentence in a way that made it sexual and derogatory. Still I was perplexed, I hadn’t had an orgasm and still yearned for more ass pounding.
“I don’t think so, I want you to keep going.”
“Well you made an awful mess of my bed. Are you sure you didn’t cum? If you didn’t than what is all that?” She almost sounded annoyed, but it was obviously for show. Still, her accusation required my attention and so I had a gander between my legs. Pooled beneath my twitching, dripping, little thing was a load of cum bigger than any I’d had before. I realised now that I’d experienced a milking, something I’d read about in a perverted story on the Internet some time before. Cassie knew too:
“Ah HA! I knew it would work; I wanted to do that to you for a long time Kevy. I milked you good didn’t I? I bet you are still so horny but now you are all empty!” She was jubilant in her success and she was right.
“Yeah Cassie, I am still horny, it feels sssoooo good to have that toy in me. But I’m also really empty, it’s a nice feeling.”
She began to pull the dildo out and I clenched on it, not wanting it removed quite yet, “You can leave that in awhile longer, it feels nice.”
“Ok my little butt slut Kevy, you can keep it in for now.” She patted the side of my thigh and I took the hint, turning on my side to lie down and relax. I pushed the dildo in nice and deep as I took my rest. It seemed that I had indeed adjusted to its girth and the pain was all gone. Cassie pulled the sheets from under me to get rid of the cum pile. Having removed them she snuggled up with me for a while and we talked. I told her about having stolen a peak at her computer and finding the Big Black Cock website that she was, apparently, a regular on.
“I understand why you like them, there is something so irresistible about that dildo.” I truly believed it.
She told me about each toy, some of which had interesting stories. Three of them were made from casts of her previous black lovers, well endowed black guys who had fucked her senseless. She wanted to make sure she could always have them. It was probably a good idea since her relationships with each of them had not lasted. We made a pact that night, we would both be black only: her black toy collection became our black toy collection. She wouldn’t see other guys, I wouldn’t see other girls, and we’d find a way to have sex together while not breaking our mutual oath.
It was only a few days later when Cassie found a way for us to have sex. It ships special delivery in two to three weeks and arrives in a package labelled “books”. The intention of the label was to deter anyone but the rightful owner from opening the package.
Cassie had searched her favourite online sex toyshop for something that was just right and within a few clicks of the mouse she had found the missing link that would join us at the hip. Though the size and weight of the package were enough to confirm anyone’s suspicions that the package did not contain books.
Weeks later when the non-descript package arrived at the post office I took off to find out what Cassie had ordered for us. She had used my credit card and mailing info to make the purchase and had the nerve to keep the details of the object secret. I assumed, of course, that it was a dildo but that assumption proved only half correct.
As it happened I retrieved the package alone while Cassie was at class. The short bus ride to the town center, where the post office was, and back still left me some fifteen minutes to wait around. Naturally I opened the package without waiting for her. I tore through the stubborn packing tape and lifted the flaps to find a very long, very black, very thick, very double-ended dildo inside.
I was very aroused as I stared down at the beast with two heads. In addition to the two heads it was covered in thick veins and ridges. It didn’t look life-like: it looked alive. I reached with both hands to heft it from the package, taking note of the weight as I did so. My cock twitched and struggled in my pants as it forced out a few drips of pre-cum. I was getting wet just thinking about this beautiful creature. I dropped it on the bed and heard it thump as it landed. I pulled out our toy box, grabbing the lube and toy from my first time - the bigger toy that is. The three weeks since Cassie ordered the new behemoth had been filled with nights inspiring an expansion in the circumference of my anus. The bigger toy from that first night was now my warm-up toy. It was the perfect size for getting me ready and getting ready is what I was going to do.
Remembering our rules I kept my clothes on as I slid a lubricated finger easily into my ass. I worked it around and enjoyed the wiggling feeling. It is unfortunately an awkward stretch to maintain the penetrations of my own ass so I can only play around in there for so long before it’s time for something different. I looked to the massive double-ended dong again lustfully before taking up my warm-up toy. I guided it down the back of my boxer shorts and planted the sculpted tip at my entrance. I gave it a gentle push and most of the head pierced and expanded the elastic flesh meant to prevent such intrusions. Only the last bit of the trim around the head where it mushrooms out needed extra force to gain entry. I gave it that force and soon had the dildo buried nice and deep. Cassie wasn’t due to arrive for a few more minutes so the time was mine to relax and get accustomed to the welcomed intruder.
When Cassie walked in I was lying on my back sharing her pillows with our new toy.
“Hi Kevy, I see you’ve met The Wild Bull.” She said with a grin that could cut diamonds.
“Wild Bull, so that’s your name huh?” I was speaking to the dildo.
“No no, THE Wild Bull. Show some respect honey.” She giggled with a gentle mischievousness.
“I’m sorry The Wild Bull, will you forgive me if I put out?” I hoped he’d say, “yes”.
“I think he’d be inclined to forgive you, but you need to prove you are sorry first. A real apology is in order. Maybe you should suck him off.” Sometimes I’m not sure where her character ends and her true personality begins and then I wonder the same about myself.
“Mhm good idea my dear, I’ll start ‘apologizing’ now.” I was fully erect as I wrapped my lips firmly around my plea for forgiveness. I was enjoying the dildo in my ass and was looking forward to this new one and the fun we were about to have together.
“While you are ‘apologizing’ I think I’m going to get more comfortable and I think you should too. And then I’m going to be a good girl and help you make your apology.” With that we disrobed. I sucked harder as I watched her clothes fall to the ground unveiling her luscious body. She shook her hair around like a shampoo commercial when she took her shirt off. She wagged her ass when she dropped her pants, panties and bra. I did my best to watch her flirting while I lost my clothing and managed the dildo in my mouth (and ass) the whole time.
“I’m glad to see you are already primed and ready Kevy because I’m so excited right now. Does that toy feel good in you?” she was already crawling up the bed to me like a lioness.
“You know it does.”
She laughed, “I just like hearing you say it.” She took a mouthful on the other end of the dildo I was sucking. I could never beat her in a cock-sucking contest. Her moves were unbelievable; I literally could not imagine what they felt like. I hadn’t ever had a blowjob and I wouldn’t have one if this continued. Cassie could nearly deep-throat the monster. She twirled her tongue around it, bobbed, darted, and then to my greatest surprise bit the midpoint of the head with a ravenous look in her eyes. No doubt it would cause an ordinary man to drop to his knees and bleed profusely, but not our man.
She dragged her teeth along the head as she pulled it from her mouth, “I think he’s ready, don’t you?”
“I do,” the words left my mouth along with The Wild Bill that Cassie now held.
“Good, turn around and brace yourself darling, he won’t be gentle with you.” I spun round and stuck my butt up in the air. She plucked the toy from my ass and placed it aside on her nightstand. She lined up the new, thicker, longer, blacker toy with my quickly tightening anus and began to press in slowly. To my surprise it began easily enough. Three quarters of the two and a half inch long head entered me with no problems. The last quarter inch of the head had to have a diameter that surpassed two inches.
The now familiar pains of trying to take too much at once struck me but if there is one thing our new relationship has taught me it’s that lust overcomes all obstacles. If there were a second thing that this relationship has taught me it’s that to properly take something up one’s ass one must be an active participant and not simply act as a pincushion. By bearing down and pushing out like a person does to defecate the anus will ironically stretch over the large object instead of being pushed into the body and painfully jabbed at. It doesn’t make it easy, but it does make it easier.
As soon as the head had popped inside me Cassie sent it further, moving aside my organs and sending a bolt of shocking pleasure down the length of my cock starting at my prostate. Though impossible, it felt as though the dildo was rubbing against my stomach. I could not guess at the length of penetration at that point but it certainly was my limit. Thankfully Cassie realised that and ceased any further pushing. I simply remained in position looking like a pig on a spit, waiting for what I knew was coming.
Cassie swung around onto all fours and began a slow crawl backwards to line up with me. I watched her through my legs as she reverse-waddled and reached through her own legs to try and grab her end of the dildo hanging from my ass. Had I not been so heavily involved in the scene, dripping excitement as I was, I would have noted the humour in the situation and probably displayed it to others with laughter.
She also dripped her excitement. She aimed our new toy at her target, which would complete our strange two-headed creature. We were butt to butt as she forced herself on the dildo, pushing it as deeply as she could into her vagina. Thankfully she held it in place as she impaled herself so as not to impale me literally. She grunted and pushed as though trying to hurt herself, perhaps more impatient and eager for satisfaction. Taking one more frustrated moment to reverse-waddle an extra inch towards me, she then thrust the last bit of The Wild Bull into her that she needed to feel full.
We began a mutually uncoordinated gyration for pleasure. Never matching each other in rhythm or speed we worked on our own needs. Sometimes she’d push too hard and too suddenly against me causing sharp pain. Mostly, however, we both shared in the wonderful feelings as they ran their course out from our engaged orifices and into the rest of our bodies. We both held onto the toy as we humped at it, doing our best to stabilize our ends of the dildo with our faces buried into the bed.
The rapid movement of her fingers over her clit was audible. I didn’t know how long she had been masturbating for or if she only just began, but one thing I did know was that she was already nearing orgasm. Her thrusts turned to spasms as she moaned into a pillow and held the dildo firmly inside her. I was able to get better stimulation while she was holding the dildo and took a few long deep thrusts on it while she quivered and shook the bed. She shook the walls and picture frames too. One more choked out moan and she was done. She stopped shaking, stopped masturbating and stopped moving except for her heartbeat and subtle breathing. Her strength had left her for the moment.
“Lie down if you like, just roll onto your side and I’ll lie too,” I said to her softly.
“Ok,” was all she needed to say as she began to make slow jerky movements guided mainly by gravity and not her own power. I went down with her and rolled onto my back still joined perfectly via the conduit of our lovemaking. She managed to get onto her back as well. I lifted my head and pulled myself up further with my abs to see her. She was beautiful - her blond hair slightly a mess, her chest flushed with blood, her breasts rising and falling softly. Her pussy was stretched lewdly around the toy and an even darker crimson flush than her chest. Her tiny pink clit was on display with folded cap. She clumsily brought a hand down to her pussy, spread her fingers and pulled them along her lips; she was all-smiles everywhere.
I too took this opportunity to stroke myself. I was fully erect now and beneath the head of my resting cock was a blob of slick pre-cum. Under my ass was another pool of cold pre-cum that I was now lying in and trying to ignore. My full prostate took lovingly to the added pressure of the huge dildo. My body anticipated an orgasm and began to send signals almost before I’d began to masturbate. The throbbing of my prostate was relieved in only a few full fisted strokes. Not the frantic horny masturbation one commits alone and obsessed, but the kind one does when they savour an already imminent eruption.
Erupt it did as my anus intermittently, and in conjunction with other muscles, squeezed the rubber toy. I sprayed shot after shot into the air. Much of the cum landed in ropes along my chest, some of it reached my cheek and forehead giving me a bit of a fright.
My orgasm had been longer and more intense than most, but over quickly as most male orgasm are. Certainly it was nothing like Cassie’s orgasms that regularly shook the room. The ejaculate on my face and chest had already cooled to feel uncomfortable and slimy on my body. The dildo started to feel uncomfortable as my arousal dropped. I carefully slid towards the foot of the bed and let the dildo slide out of me. My anus, upon realising it was no longer being forced open, pulled itself back together - though I felt it would be easily opened again for some time to come. I found some tissue on her desk and wiped the cum off my face and chest, and the slime off my butt.
I crawled back onto the bed and up beside her to cuddle. We both got comfortable on her pillows and in each other’s arms. The Wild Bull now rested on her nightstand.
The realities of our situation came dripping back to me as we lay in each other’s arms. I felt that she was thinking likewise, that we were both on the cusp of losing our minds. Fears, inhibitions, social moors and norms, worries, and concerns came rushing in. What was I getting into? What would other people think if they found out? What does Cassie think of me? Would she eventually cheat on me?
We were making a trade. We were giving up normal sexual live that everyone experiences for something strange and exciting. We both must have been losing our minds.
The cold sweat on my body made me shudder. I closed my eyes and didn’t think about a thing, just squeezed Cassie’s shoulder and drifted into a light sleep with a heavy unconsciousness on the horizon.
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