“Please Angie,” Linda moaned as I continued to circle just the very tip of the dildo at her glopply lips.
My girlfriend’s juices were all but dripping down the crevices of her upper inner thighs as she spread there under me and I continued to poke at her with the toy. Try as she might, my cute little baby couldn’t not bear down. I knew the tortured precipice Linda was writhing over and having brought her to these points, in various ways through-out our combustive love-life, I smiled at how wet I was. Whether I was playing her ass with an anal probe, licking her clit as she came over and over, making her dress in skirts way too tight for her, what truly worked for me here, beyond the physical sensations and Linda’s moaning, was my assumption that my red-haired beauty with the impossibly rock hard ass wanted something so much…and at the same time did not want.
The pull of Linda’s brain loosing the fight over what her body ached for was what I lived for.
“Papaplease,” she continued to plead. “It’s too big, you know it’s too big.”
I didn’t know any such thing, as both Linda and I had picked out this particular dildo together, what the site had professed was the latest and best in their ‘realistic’ line and had used to on each other the past month with spectacular results. I knew that Linda needed to protest, she was one of those gay women who had to reject long phallic toys just to assert her lesbianism, sort of like a straight guy who professes that anal play will make him gay when everyone knows nothing could be sillier, just to comfort his swimming mind with the rationalization of what his body craves. Linda was a thirty-year old gay woman, as gay as me, a deep probing in her vag from a fake though real looking cock didn’t mean she wanted a real cock up her in the least. But I let her have her protests, her repulsion, simply because I knew, she knew that I knew she really wanted to be dildo-ed, she ached for a strap-on (or to be the one strapping-on) and it didn’t mean a hell of a beans where her sexuality was concerned.
“You deserve this and you know it,” I said and stuck the tip of the toy into her then. Linda gulped, but pushed down on me all the same.
Her little tits shook and I bent to give each nipple a lick then fed more of the dildo into my girlfriend.
“FUCK!” Linda shuttered and screamed as I came up and faced her. Poor girl was grinding on the futon.
“More,” I said. “More.”
“No Claire…FUCK NO!” she screamed, while spreading her thick legs even wider.
“You so love this, I know it,” I said, and pushing in more I got half the seven and half inches of toy up her.
I knew what was on the horizon, what I had to say to blow her mind, but I was reserving my last terrible torture for the very end of this, when Linda could take no more.
That we both knew what I would say made us even crazier (I was basically flooding in my thong sitting next to my girlfriend then).
“Look how nice you take that,” I said holding the end of the toy straight and true. Linda was attempting to wiggle up the couch and at the same time open her legs even wider.
I bent and licked each nipple again.
“A little more, a little more,” I said and pushed more of the dildo inside her.
“FUCK!” she really screamed then and crawled up the couch. Arching her back I thought maybe this was enough for her-sometimes I do wonder if I push the doming when I am doming. But then I looked down at the pretty flushed face under me, saw Linda bite her lower thick lip, her blue eyes widening in lust and ache and knew we were on the right track here.
“Look down at it Linda,” I said, using that last weapon in my arsenal, the very one thing I knew I could say to make her completely crazed.
“It’s ok, it’s what you want, what you need, look down,” I prodded.
Linda did look down, slowly, as if looking at a sexy picture of a dildo going into some pussy not her own.
“See that nice cock in your pussy?”
“No…no. Claire, Claire!”
“See such a nice cock in your beautiful pussy.”
“Claire, Claire,” she said looking up at me then, flashing real sexual terror in her eyes.
I knew I had her then.
Linda and I had plenty of toys; we even had what was called a few lesbian dildos. But for this outing, when I really wanted to fuck with her head as much as her pussy, I went for the realistic cock to really get her nice and fearful…which is what she wanted as much as me.
“I will not put anymore in you unless you look down and really consider that nice thick cock in you,” I said.
I caught the slight quiver of Linda’s lips as she tried to stifle a hint of a smile. She dipped her head, stared at my hand on the dildo, opened her thighs even wider. For seconds we stayed poised there then my girlfriend looked up and said:
“Give me the cock Claire, give me all of this beautiful cock up my pussy.”
Ah, I love realizations; I thought and pushed up in and true.
