15 comments/ 84589 views/ 12 favorites Yet Another Enduring Thread By: TomOne She walked to the dresser, her scantily clad body exuding the very essence of her sexuality. Her eyes twinkled with a newfound playfulness of a kitten and yet the knowledge of a woman who'd travelled this road before, a woman who knew exactly where it led. This was a woman totally in charge of not only herself but also the moment and the situation. In general, I suppose, she was in charge of everything that surrounded her! In moments like this, there was no past - nor future. There was only the here and now, and it was all consuming, totally overwhelming, and wholly satisfying. Her eyes peered into the mirror and caught mine staring at her back side, admiring the beauty of her curves and the intriguing motions of her sways that simply captivated my thoughts with their not so subtle invitations. I was naked on the bed, spread eagle and on my back. My penis was rock hard and raging from the striptease she had just had me perform for her. I don't suppose I was really very good at it - the striptease that was – and I certainly wasn't about to quit my day time job for a career as a male exotic dancer. But my attempts at sensuously undressing before her eyes had at least seemed to please her. That was good enough for me as it was all I had wanted. And then when she told me to lay down on the bed, well, who was I to argue??? It was her night and she was the producer, director, screenwriter, as well as the leading lady. Whether I was the corresponding leading man or simply a prop on her stage, I didn't really care. "Touch yourself" she said in a quiet tone of voice. Yet the mere sound of it interrupting the quiet which had preceded caused my eyes to lurch over to the reflection of hers in the mirror. I gave her a puzzled look just for a moment, trying to bring my mind back from the fantasy land it had floated off into. "Touch your penis for me" she said, still quiet, but a bit more forceful in nature. I saw her smile at me through the mirror and I smiled back before slowly allowing my hand to slide down my belly and come to rest beside my tremendously engorged shaft. My fingers gradually stretched out to touch my cock per her desire. Or was it a command? I suppose to be a command it must satisfy the criteria that to ignore it would have consequences. Then again, it wasn't overly important at that point. What I knew for a fact was that to follow her request would certainly have its own set of consequences and that was more than good enough for me. I was so aroused by that point that even the touch of my own fingers on my male parts caused my entire body to shudder. It was unusual to say the least, in that normally one grows so used to their own touch that it hardly ever seems to cause that sort of initial quivering response. But doing this in front of her, doing it to her beck and call had a way of taking things out of the norm in and of itself. My fingers traced the length of my rigidity, lightly teasing over the soft hairs on my upper scrotum before traversing back up and finding the swollen head with its precum oozing pee-hole slit. Goosebumps formed on my legs and arms as my body reacted to what seemed like strange new sensations and yet they were brought about by actions which were well known and recurring throughout my adult life. It was almost as if someone else was touching my penis and yet it was somebody who knew oh so well all of its little nuances and sensitivities! My fingers dabbed into the warm gooey liquids, and then spread them over and around the mushroom puffy shape, before sliding back down onto the ever so sensitive underside of my cock. I watched her eyes as they in-turn observed my fingers and the internal satisfaction of the moment grew as I saw the smile expand upon her lips. I felt a groan form in my throat and yet I choked it back, not wanting to disturb the silence that laid between us; or perhaps not feeling as if I had permission to do so. My fingers lurched back upward to find more of my self-made lubrication; a growing trickle (perhaps even a stream) of manly passion and arousal. They paused for just a moment, enjoying the feel and consistency of the love juices, before spreading them once again, this time even a bit further down my massively inflated pole. My eyes became mesmerized once more by her body, her velvety soft bronzed skin covered only by her red silk bra with matching bikini panties. She turned only slightly but enough to where I could see the reflection of her hardened nipples pressing firmly at the thin material and a large wet spot becoming clearly visible on the front of her panties. My mouth watered in response; my penis throbbed even harder still (if that was even possible). My fingers pressed a tad more firmly onto it as they continued traveling up and down the seemingly ever growing silky hardness of my shaft. Slipping the straps off her shoulders, she unhooked the bra and tossed it aside, seemingly enjoying the reaction it elicited from my face. I'd seen her breasts thousands and thousands of times before and yet they still seemed to extract that first time vision response within my being every time she uncovered them. Her fingers played down over her small but pert breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples and making them even more firm and erect. Slipping one hand under her right breast, she raised the nipple while her tongue lightly licked the fingers from her other hand. Her eyes shot an expression of lustful teasing to me through the mirror before her fingers dropped down and lightly brushed over the hardened button on her pillow soft mound. The nipple now glistening with the wetness of her own saliva, her eyes closed slightly as she seductively moaned and caused another flow of clear liquids to seep from my penis. It was clearly more than alright for her body to interrupt the silence within the room, even as I laid perfectly quiet in my restless and ever growing fervor. Indeed, everything was as it should be. "I want to FUCK you" she said, this time in a bit of a coarse tone; a whispered insistence that clearly wasn't a request! The words seemingly awakened me from my enthralled world of self-indulgence, and I literally shook my head for a moment before stammering back a weakened "...??? what??? ..." She turned towards me now, her eyes having a bit of a fire in them as she walked towards the bed. "I want to FUCK that tight little ASS of yours!!!" She was well aware of my affinity for anal stimulation as she had fingered me and even licked me on occasion on my most private of entrances. But this was altogether different. The way she said the word FUCK was not a simple indication of finger probing. "With what?" I said, my desires and curiosities meeting within my mind and sending gushes of sexual adrenaline and hormones flowing throughout my entire body. She simply smiled at me for the moment, her body standing next to the bed now adjacent to my waist. Her fingers moved down lower, slipping inside the elastic waistband of her panties. Pushing the scarlet material outward she explored the warm dampness between her legs. Her clit was extraordinarily hard, her lips swollen and tender, and copious quantities of honey pouring forth from her pussy. The aroma of her aroused state filled the air and only served to further heighten my own excitement. Her fingers rubbed back and forth around the edges of her most sensitive of womanly spots as my eyes were glued on the swaying motions her fingers caused underneath the panties. And then, her fingers stopping for a moment - her eyes burning a hole into mine as I looked back up to her face, she finally answered my question. "With my COCK, you silly SLUT!!!" I think my heart literally stopped for a moment (or at least long enough to where the rest of my body took notice) before pounding once more with added vigor and rage. Perhaps it was the possessive nature of her reference to a COCK or just the way I somehow enjoyed being referred to as her SLUT. But if my penis wasn't ready to bust a nut before that statement, it was rapidly nearing a condition I could only liken to instantaneous self combustion! I gave her a questioning look again, even as my heart went through its abnormal palpitations and my fingers stopped moving on my penis lest it burst forth in uncontrollable premature ejaculation. With a shit eating grin on her face, she withdrew her now totally drenched fingers from her panties and quickly brought them to my nose. The smell of her womanly elements was intoxicating to say the least, and, in an act of pure instinct, my tongue reached out in an attempt to savor the taste. She simply teased me more, leaving a load of her feminine nectar near my nostrils, clearly outside of the reach of my longing tongue, as she withdrew her hand from my face. She leaned over to the nightstand, opening the drawer within and withdrawing from it a perfectly shaped, incredibly realistic looking strap-on penis. My mind wandered momentarily as to where she had come into possession of this new sexual toy; but it was a fleeting question, quickly replaced with an onrushing myriad of desires and wishes. Playfully, she held it up for a moment, admiring its anatomically correct nature. Inspecting it carefully, as if to make sure it was worthy of the task at hand, she finally held it down towards my own groin. "Seems about the same shape and size as yours, so with any luck, it ought to be a perfectly good fit!!!" My heart beat madly as she extended her sense of control into this novel sexual dominion! It was unusual enough for her to take this sort of initiative, let alone try to turn the tables of the fucked versus the fuckee! It caused a pause within me for a moment and what was surely a societal induced rejecting thought of machismo fluttered briefly through my brain. But it was immediately tossed aside from raging hunger of the most basic and simple human sexuality. When all is said and done at the end of the day, there are simply times it is far better to follow our most basic of animal instincts, and cast aside the burdens which a judgmental world, with its countless sets of rights and wrongs and morals and ethics, may try to place upon us. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, morality and principles have their place (or at least certain interpretations of them surely do). And yet, so do the raw sexual impulses of the human species! I was so enraptured with erotic thoughts of what was happening that I didn't even really notice how she put the damn thing on, although it's not likely that I would have offered any suggestions along the way. The next thing I knew she had placed herself up on the bed, her groin with its new found 7 inch penis coming to straddle my face as her body pointed in the opposite direction of mine. With her knees on either side of my head, she used her fingers to point her play piece down at my mouth before saying "I suppose you ought to suck it good and hard before I plunge it into you." She lowered her body down slightly, the tip of this incredibly realistic looking fake cock coming in touch with my lips, as she said "And make sure you leave it good and wet for me, sweetheart!" Now, I'm not a cock virgin, having gone through the typical teenage boy to boy experimentation on several occasions and even having had some adult male to male experiences later on in life (albeit they were fairly far in the past by now). Furthermore, through 47 years of growing familiarity, I knew my own cock like the back of my hand, as some might say. Then again, in a literal sense, I probably know my own cock even better. Somehow I find the examination of my penis far more enamoring than that of the back of my hand. (I suspect that doesn't make me overly unique within the male side of the species.) As such, I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that this nude colored, veined and hard, jelly material which was now touching my lips was created to match every detail of the shape and texture of an actual human penis and scrotum, lacking only the taste and aroma of the real McCoy. For that matter, the sexual aroma coming from more sweet sexual parts more than compensated for the lack of one from the strap-on. My tongue reached out to lick at the head, encircling it with wet lustful lashings as if it were an actual living, feeling, and throbbing appendage. She kept her body raised up off of mine with her eyes staring down below her bosom to watch my mouth perform it's duties on her new play toy. Through years of having conversed with her of my previous male to male sexual incidences, I knew the subject matter fascinated her, always leading to arousals beyond the typical. However, she could never bring herself to consider any sort of 3-some. I suppose this new situation gave her a way to experience her fantasy without having to open our sex life to what she surely would have considered an outside intruder. Although I was momentarily self consumed with starting to lick and kiss and suck on the end of my lovers strap-on device, the actions of her legs and hips combined with the sultry sexual words coming from her lips made it more than obvious that my actions were extraordinarily pleasing to her. "Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh!!! Lick it, baby!!! Lick on that big hard COCK HEAD of mine!!!" Her hips lurched slightly, the plastic material embedding itself into my mouth up to the ridge beneath the fake swollen head. My lips wrapped around it and my oral cavity formed a sucking, swallowing vacuum within its confines. My tongue continued the exploration of its newfound friend, licking around and around, darting into and over the phony slit. My mouth was making oral love to a dildo as if I were somehow doing it to my own penis! With my eyes still open, I watched as her groin gyrated further, seeing the scrotum sack of the strap-on pressing snuggly against her clitoris and recognizing that it was surely stimulating her own sexual experience. And then her body sunk down onto mine; her breasts came to rest on my belly as the plastic cock slid further into my mouth. "Suck it, baby!!! SUCK MY BIG HARD COCK, YOU LITTLE SLUT!!!" Her voice was a guttural rasp; her actions that of a sexual deity wholly in control of every aspect of anything and everything occurring between us. Her buttocks began moving up and down, bringing her penis to the brink of leaving my mouth before easily guiding it back into my hot drooly orifice. On a few occasions, her overly anxious motions nearly induced the gag reflex within me, but I compensated by swallowing deeply and gushing air into my lungs through raging wide opened nostrils! Meanwhile, her arms had wrapped around the underside of my legs, pulling them up to her sides until her arm pits held them firmly in place. My cock nestled itself into her upper chest, more than content for the moment to be held securely in place, even if not in the spotlight of the main activity. Her fingers momentarily traced the soft, silky smooth, totally white skin of my tightened buns, before grasping at the crease and pulling my cheeks apart fully. The entrance to my anal cavity, fully exposed and opened now, quivered and shuddered. A pink wrinkly aperture not used to being open to the elements, it reacted and relished the coolness of the air rushing over it. One of her hands moved gently through my crack, her index finger touching my ass-hole. Teasing it just lightly, it ran through my sensitivity in a motion of curious examination. Her fucking of my mouth had slowed to a steady rhythmic motion with perhaps only an inch or so of her counterfeit hardness sliding in and out of my lips. My actions in turn had been reduced to a stable, yet firm, sucking action, even as my ass-hole was quickly leading to sensory overload. The coolness of the air and the tickling of her finger were quickly overtaken by the moist warmth of her breath as she brought her face into proximity of my buttocks. Between the words that she spoke and the light dribbles of spittle which splashed onto my opening, my sexual being felt besieged and bewildered and totally blissful with each. "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU HARD!!!" Before my mind even had a chance to absorb the words and fully comprehend what she was saying, I felt her tongue lash onto my ass-hole, a hot, wet cottony softness that left my opening drenched with her saliva even on its first pass. Again and again and again she drug her soaked, pleasure giving tongue through my crack and over my tightened opening, each time causing my body to convulse with uncontrollable delight and gratification. Utterly beyond my conscious control, I groaned and moaned, my sounds quieted somewhat by the girth of the plastic shaft within my mouth. It wasn't like this was an absolute first for me; but, to be honest, it was such a rare occurrence as to make it seem nearly as such. Furthermore, the passion and zeal she applied to her actions went well beyond what I'd ever experienced from any previous rimming effort and left me savoring the senses which seemed to shoot as lightening bolts into every nerve ending of my body. I suppose the act isn't for everybody and I can certainly think of circumstances and situations which would make it disgusting and repulsive. But this wasn't that! This was wholly erotic - intimate beyond mere intimacy; an act given from one individual to another intended to provide incredible and awe-inspiring sexual stimulation and inspiration. With her spit literally dripping through my crack and onto my lower back, her fingers started going to work in the pleasure assault of my rear entrance. Fingers probing - first one and then two - forcing my hole to part and spreading my tightness, only to have the opening filled by her ever so hot, wet tongue. Drenching it once more before her fingers continued onward - deeper and wider - farther and farther. Her actions left my hole gaping and ready for the deep hard fucking she had already guaranteed!!! And then, I suppose she knew I was more than ready. Her motions were that of a cat, effortlessly pulling her sleek, muscled body from on top of mine and smoothly moving in one fluent motion until she was positioned below my bottom with her torso towering over me. Her groin nestled against my still exposed buttocks with her hands now locked securely onto the crease beneath my knee's, holding me still and steady. She proceeded to bring her body up over mine, her gorgeous curves and ever so soft velvetiness seemingly hovering in the air a foot above me. "Put it in ..." she said in a whispered hiss - a desirous petition - an eager pleading for mutual gratification. "Take my cock inside of you!!!" She smiled at me, her eyes ablaze as they penetrated into mine. Her every thought was exposed and her very sexual soul laid naked and bare, intertwined and entangled within that of mine! Both of my hands slid down to the area between us, bypassing my own cock and balls on their way to hers. My own penis was not nearly as rigid as hers, seemingly content to play second fiddle for now. Indeed, it was one of those rare instances where that particular organ doesn't seemingly demand the role of being front and center. I grasped a hold of the jelly skin of hers, wet with my own spit and seemingly throbbing if only due to the blood stream rushing to my fingers tips from my own heartbeat! I grasped it firmly in-between my hands, pressing it downward slightly as both her and my faces descended to watch the smooth end of the strap-on glide easily over my hole. Hands trembling in anticipation - ass-hole twinging and convulsing in keen expectation - her penis was now perfectly in line with my anal doorway. My hands slowly pulled back to give her full and open access to my body, and then she lowered it into me. It was as simple as that, in reality I suppose, and yet it's impossible to describe the deed in any sort of meaningful way. She had prepped my opening so thoroughly that there wasn't any significant resistance, even from my normally oh so tight sphincter muscles. Regardless, my hole still offered an extraordinarily tight, yet thoroughly wet confine for her replica of a penis. A feeling I can only describe as absolute and utter fullness surged throughout my body as my head tilted back and mouth opened wide in a silent scream of sexual wonderment. I experienced a feeling like nothing I had ever felt before! Yet Another Enduring Thread I don't think she sank the full weight of her body onto mine that first pass, but enough to where I had a momentary panic attack as I wondered if I could possibly fit anymore of her penis length into my body. But just as quickly as it came, it promptly passed as she raised herself up again, my mind now lurching forward and begging for her to bring herself back into me again. Not leaving me wanting, she brought the strap-on out to the point where only the head remained within and then gently sunk it deeply back within me yet again. A bit of a whimper escaped from my oesophagus as it made its way inward once more. It was not found of pain or soreness, but born instead of sexual newness and astonishment. My hands reached around to her backside this time, arching my body in such a way as to fully open myself to this new type of intruder within my hole. This time I felt her hips press fully against the back of my legs - the absolute and complete full mass of her body coming to rest upon me. Somehow the knowledge that she had given me everything - that she had now fully and completely buried herself within my anal cavity, even if it was only a piece of plastic - sent surges of satisfaction into me. Slowly, she started into a more cadenced fucking pattern, pulling the penis backwards 4 or 5 inches before gently thrusting it forward again until I could feel the jellied scrotum sack come to rest into the crack of my behind. My whimpers turned to moans, the moans to groans, and the sense of astonishment changed from that of newness to just awesome pleasure. I gained some minimum awareness of myself, lowering my head back down until my eyes were staring up to her and seeing that she had been watching me the whole time. As I looked into her eyes and saw the smile that only lovers share, it was obvious that she was thoroughly and totally enthralled with watching the enjoyable reactions of my body as obviated through my face. She leaned down into me, her face pressing fully into mine and her lips mashing firmly onto my mouth as her tongue began exploring my oral opening. Our tongues intertwined in a lustful dance - one they had performed before but this time with hers in the lead, and mine simply following behind. Somehow it seemed only appropriate that in her assuming that classical dominant role of fucking me, her kiss would also assume that characteristic, and so it did. And in response, I was fully willing to accept the more submissive role. It wasn't as if we were big into those distinctions in our every day lives and not even overly so within our sex life, for that matter. But beyond a doubt, I was normally the initiator in that context and it was usually I who typically set the course we traveled in our love making endeavors. To turn the tables such as this was both refreshing and invigorating! But there was an unbelievable intimacy to this act. It was something far and away different than the typical strap-on scenarios played out in pornographic smut; a bonding closeness based on the sharing of something we'd never previously shared - between ourselves or with others before. The kiss became more passionate - an adoring expression of mutual satisfaction and pleasure and yet growing desires and needs. As she ever so slowly quickened the pace of her plunging motions, our breathing became more broken; shortened gasps of rushing intake in-between heated sounds of lustfulness and it was obvious things were building to a climax of one form or another. Breaking our embrace, she lifted herself up into more of a kneeling position, still leaving the strap-on cock half-way into my body. It was a bit of an abrupt change from the intenseness of our missionary intercourse position, leaving me momentarily at a loss as to what or why or where or how - somehow leaving me feeling even more naked and exposed. But her smile succeeded once more in laying my mind to rest and reestablished the sense of erotic longing and lustfulness. Her eyes took in the sweat drenched skin of my chest and belly, finally lowering down to my crotch where she surveyed my still only semi-hard penis. She wiggled her hips slightly, her replica of a cock brushing from side to side within my anal cavity, as she teasingly grinned at me once more and asked quietly "Will you make it cum for me?" A voice inside my head screamed out YESSSSS! But my outwardly reaction was to simply smile back at her while allowing my hands to slide down once again to cradle my testicles and penis. She watched as my fingers started a slow tender loving massage on my sexual parts, one hand kneading the sperm producing nuggets while the other squeezed the shaft to ever growing levels of arousal and hardness. She smiled again, that innocent smile of joyful playfulness that I always found so attractive on her, making it clear how much she enjoyed watching me masturbate my sexual parts. Initially, my actions belied the inner emotions coursing through my veins, as if I was calm and in control, when the reality was anything but such! And then, as if the whole scenario wasn't more than enough to totally blow me away, she started a slow rocking action; up and down; back and forth. The plastic cock moved no more than perhaps ½ inch in and out of my wholly dripping wet anal entry. Beyond my wildest belief or possible dream she had positioned her cock in the exact location to rub the bulbous end of it over my now ever so tender prostate. My mind tried to grasp if she could possibly know just what she was doing to me - surely she did given she knew how to find that gland with her fingers. But my questioning was quickly dropped in frantic search of how to deal with bombarding sensations spasming throughout the entirety of my being. All pretense of being in control was tossed out the window, abandoned to a hysterical sexual feeding frenzy!!! My legs started to tremble and shake uncontrollably and the massaging of my now enormously engorged penis rapidly turning to jerky thrusts of my hand up and down and the kneading of my balls relegated to a grasping squeeze of draining forces. I could hear sounds coming from deep within me but had no earthly idea what I was even attempting to say or perhaps just convey. In a matter of seconds - or was it minute?s - or even hours? - my mind became lost in excessive stimulation even as I vaguely heard her stammer out "OH GOD BABY - YEAHHHHHH! CUM FOR ME BABYYYY! CUMMMM FOR MEEEEEE!!!" Time lost all relevance and the sexual feelings shooting everywhere and anywhere within me became the only thing of significance, overriding any and all other considerations. My hand moved with the rapid action of a jacking-off not experienced since perhaps the first time I had ever tried it as a boy of 10 years old. Muscles rippled and shuddered, my entire body trembled and shook uncontrollably, and my fingers acted as though they were in the midst of a seizure with convulsions of irrepressible desire to bring forth the ejaculation of my manly seed from my body! My hand jerked and pulled, tugging and yanking on my shaft in a wild out of control milking action, reacting to a desperate need of releasing the searing, seemingly overflowing load of sexual juices within the deepest realms of my groin! And in the next instance it happened (although surely at that point I had no idea as to instances or moments). It wasn't a normal type of orgasm, proud and powerful in its jetting streams and ropes of milky cum. Instead, it consisted of splatters of creamy juices seemingly shooting in all directions. The quantity of hot liquids was a bit more than a normal ejaculation (perhaps more semen mixed with the sperm than usual) and certainly a more intense burning sensation as it spasmed it's way up and through my inflamed, bloated shaft. But the cum was released in smaller spurts and splashes which found their way to a multitude of wet splotches all over my chest and belly, as well as my face and neck. My mind was so enthralled and captivated in that pinnacle of carnal expulsion of sperm that I hardly noticed the differences at that point, nor was I even aware of her own fervent and enthusiastic reaction to my tremendously powerful ejaculation. She told me later she could have easily had her own climax at that point from the strap-on induced stimulation on her clitoris but she became too enthralled with watching my own combined with my total loss of anything reasonably resembling the least little bit of simple human awareness. The plain truth was that the entirety of my being was totally and completely self absorbed into that enormously potent sexual culmination and, for that moment anyway, there was no outside world to me. In fact, it was only after an apparent break in the continuum of time that I regained enough external awareness to recognize that her body had collapsed onto mine once more, her belly and breasts pressing against me and my velvety white seed mixing with sweat oozing in-between our bodies. Her pretend penis was buried within me once more to the hilt and her face was looking down onto mine; a satisfied look of wholly delighted contentment and fundamental love was in her gaze. I can only imagine that the corresponding look which greeted hers was one of total lost responsiveness and utter confusion. One of her index fingers slowly came to my face. Wiping along my neck and cheek, it captured the splatters of sperm and semen the drooled upon my skin. She brought it to my mouth and deposited the seeds within, the sexual taste of my own jism entering the realm of my senses. A pleasurable smile formed on her lips as she watched me slowly lick and swallow deeply on her finger. My own sperm drained into my throat, coating it on the way downward to my belly and leaving me with yet one more sexual stimulation in an otherwise totally drained being. Our eyes met once more, entranced and absorbed with the vision of the others. We were equals again, or as always, I suppose (regardless of the scenario which had just unfolded). Neither of us moved. For the moment it seemed as if even our heartbeats and breathing were stilled. There was quiet and serenity, warmth and tranquillity, yet still there was that passion and ardor. We were lovers as always. Lovers AND friends, truth be told. But lovers who had yet another enduring thread uniquely tying us together - and forever - as one.