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Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 01

By: escriterra



There are events that happen by pure, dumb luck which, on reflection, somehow seem impossible to be coincidences. Taryn could cite several such serendipitous circumstances in her life that turned out to be miracles of good fortune.

Once, while visiting a city as a graduate student for a science conference, she picked up one of those ubiquitous street-corner alternative newspapers on a pure whim on the way down the stairs to the subway. Opening the paper idly to kill time on the 15-minute ride to the other side of town where she'd found a way less expensive hotel, she read an article describing the city's just-launched initiative in biofuels. The article gave her the idea which became her dissertation.

Then there'd been the time when she'd been talking with a girlfriend in a Starbucks about wanting to throw a killer party for her favorite aunt's upcoming 60th birthday. The woman at the next table overheard the conversation and politely introduced herself. She was an event planner and gave Taryn her card, suggesting she visit the planner's web site. Taryn did just that when she got home, liked what she saw, and hired the planner. The party turned out spectacularly, and Taryn recommended the planner to a cousin who was getting married the following year.

So maybe it wasn't as big a surprise as it could have been when a guy left a book on the seat across the aisle and dashed off the TriMet to wave down someone he knew sitting in a car at the intersection. Seeing what happened, Taryn grabbed the book and started toward the door, but Portland's light rail — ever punctual — remained true to form, and the door was already shut before she reached it.

The guy wouldn't have heard her even if she'd been able to yell after him.

The book was _What Do Women Want? Adventures in the Science of Female Desire_. It wasn't a title she'd otherwise have come across — engineering research held no quarter for female sexual desire.

Not that she wasn't female, and not that she didn't have sexual desire, mind you.

But being the dedicated researcher she was, Taryn's reading, even for pleasure, was mostly about things like biographies of engineers or scientists or the latest teaching strategy to help struggling college students conquer circuit design. Sometimes an interesting best-seller might creep onto her reading list.

No, Taryn Roberts wasn't a woman who would ever have gone looking for a book on the science of female desire.

Curious, she turned the book over in her hands as she settled back into her seat. Quotes on the back cover seemed to indicate the book described research findings that would "surprise" readers about the female sexual drive.

Hmmm.

Taryn opened to the first chapter.

A scientist was doing research to assess women's sexual arousal while watching various kinds of porn. Man-woman porn. Woman-woman porn. Man-man porn. Oral, both man-on-woman and woman-on-man. Oh, and man-on-man and woman-on-woman, too. Males masturbating. Women stroking their naked clits until they climaxed. Nude men, muscular and buff with handsome faces and pretty eyes displayed in videos either in a state of non-tumescence or with rigid, pulsing cocks straining skyward.

The thing was, the woman scientist doing the research didn't depend solely on the female viewers' statements about their state of arousal when seeing the video clips or the pictures. The survey responses were only part of the data collection.

Inside the viewers' vaginas, snugged in securely and with scientific accuracy, was a device that registered the women's physiological responses to what they saw.

Way too often, what female subjects reported as non-arousal was contradicted by their lubricating pussies.

"No arousal" was the answer from many women when they viewed a picture of a naked man with a hard cock in a simple setting with no props to imply some back-story of romantic pursuit. 

"Aroused," would be the silent read-out from the plethysmograph, the device measuring the presence of lubricating juices that began right after the picture was displayed on the screen.

"No," would be the response to the survey question about whether seeing two guys mouthing each others' cocks was arousing.

But the physical response of the female subjects who watched as a naked man slid his erection down the throat of a similarly aroused and nude male could not be denied.

"Did nothing for me," would be the written-in comment on the part of the survey where a subject provided feedback not collected with a multiple-choice answer.

The writer's vagina, though, contradicted her statement by providing physiological proof that, yes, watching a video of a handsome, naked man masturbate to the point of climax _did_ do something for her.

Whether the women identified themselves as straight, lesbian, or bi, pictures of nude men with erections dependably launched unmistakable evidence of sexual arousal.

For most of the women, naked male buttocks were also inevitable triggers for that unconscious, not-to-be-denied indication of their inner selves' actual response to what they saw.

The sight of naked male erections and nude male asses was arousing to women, according to the research.

_Is that what women want?_ wondered Taryn, dropping the book to her lap and giggling to herself as she realized she'd fallen prey to the clever title.

Even that action was lucky coincidence. Otherwise, Taryn would have missed her stop.

***

As she walked the two blocks to the loft she'd been renting since she took the teaching position at the city university, Taryn realized something.

The crotch of her panties was damp.

Good lord! Reading about scientific research had revved her up?

Duh. Of course it had. What she'd been reading had prompted visuals in her mind's eye. Even though the research in the book was not salaciously described — it stuck to the facts and didn't elaborate about the details of the videos and the pictures that the female research subjects viewed — Taryn's mind did plenty of elaboration.

_Has it been that long since I've had sex?_ she wondered.

Actually, it hadn't been that long. The guy wasn't necessarily long-term material, but he had been pleasant, had a decent body, and she'd actually managed orgasms with him after their first few couplings.

But it became clear fairly quickly that the sex for him was . . . well, that was the best way to say it.

For him.

He got off on playing with her aerobics-toned body, rubbing against her, delighting in seeing her in a thong because he liked her butt. He loved fondling her pert B-cup breasts and toying with her nipples.

All that would normally be a turn-on, and it was for a while. But he made it clear that initiating sex was the man's prerogative. It had meant that she would be naked before he was on most occasions, and that when he was naked, it was time to fuck. Immediately.

It was a shame. Otherwise, he'd been fun. Taryn liked him. There was just something missing, and though at the time she couldn't exactly identify what it was, she decided she was young enough to move on, looking for other men. If things didn't work out in three or four years, maybe she'd look the guy up to see if he were still available. Perhaps at that point it would be the right time to see whether there was a chance he could be persuaded to change.

If she could figure out exactly what it was that needed to be different.

Now the book was presenting a clue.

_If the sight of naked male erections and firm backsides arouses women — me — maybe I was unconsciously resentful that Steven didn't seem to think it important to indulge me that way_.

Taryn had to admit, though, that she'd never asked him to linger, nude and erect in her bedroom, so she could enjoy the view as she reclined on the bed, maybe twirling a lock of her shoulder-length chestnut hair in one hand to send the message that this show would not be rushed, that maybe she wanted to just lie there for a minute and look at him, naked, with his cock hard, his arousal on display for her. 

She had never told him she wanted him to strip then turn around, to show her his ass, to shake it for her and let her play with it. She had never said to him, "Baby, why don't you take off all your clothes for me right now and just walk around your apartment and find ways to stretch and move and bend over in front of me so I can see you naked. It will turn me on. And then I want you to stroke your cock while I watch it get big and hard, and then you can show it off to me, letting me see it throb because you're so turned on."

No, Taryn had never done any of that. She had never even _thought_ about doing it.

The realization was a turning point for her.

She hurried up the stairs to her loft, poured a glass of the nice merlot she'd found recently at the organic market three blocks over, and settled into her comfortable reading chair just as a light rain began to drizzle down the window opposite her kitchen. As the city lights twinkled even more through the rivulets of water zigzagging across the panes of glass, Taryn resumed reading about the scientific research that was producing results contradicting the taken-for-granted assumption that women required an emotional connection to the owner of the erect penis they were looking at in order to be turned on.

Drawing her feet up under her as she got situated with the book propped on the arm of the chair, Taryn paged quickly to the spot in the book where she'd stopped reading. She wanted to find out if other research revealed why women said they didn't get aroused by seeing naked men when the responses from their genitals clearly indicated otherwise.

Did these women just not know they were aroused?

Starting on Chapter Two, Taryn acknowledged the little tug at the back of her mind telling her she was one of the women who would have lied about her reaction to seeing a picture of a naked guy with a hard cock. She grew up believing women just weren't built to get turned on by the sight of naked men.

However the belief took hold, it stuck, including the five years she had been married to Ned.

The marriage followed a too-sign tying of the knot after she got her Ph.D. The sex had been satisfying, even spectacular on occasion, but it was hardly what your average citizen would call kinky. Even when they watched porn together, they both understood it was "aren't we being naughty" time, the occasional surrender to her husband's desire for variety.

(And the porn they had watched was decidedly tame in comparison to some of the things the researchers in the book had shown the women in the study.)

Taryn paused, considering her sexual life with Ned as she turned a page and took a sip of wine. She and Ned must have had an implicit agreement about watching porn: he still liked to see naked women, and she would indulge his cravings in this safe manner, her man beside her, stroking his cock as she intensified his physical pleasure. Truth be told, she enjoyed making him feel good, and she enjoyed handling his erection.

She even enjoyed watching some of the videos, some of the scenes, some of the actors.

But they both abided by the unspoken contract: He was being allowed to derive sexual pleasure from the sight of naked breasts and butts and pussies, and all the accompanying jiggles and curves that were never in short supply on the screen. Her role was to enjoy herself because the playtime was a way for them to share sex, closeness, giggles, and togetherness.

That Ned found her wet and eager when they clicked off the DVD and headed for the bedroom (or the times their eagerness meant a coupling on the sofa or the rug in front of the TV) was always interpreted as a sign that being together and knowing they would make love had been what turned her on.

Taryn wouldn't have given it a second (conscious) thought, either, if she had been filling out a survey asking whether her arousal had been because she'd been in a committed, loving relationship with the man or because viewing the DVD had been sexually stimulating.

Sure, it was probably both, Taryn now realized, but on the hypothetical survey she would certainly have checked only the "emotionally-fulfilling arousal" box and not the box indicating that seeing the DVD's naked men and their hard cocks had gotten her wet. Even given the chance to check both boxes, Taryn knew she would have resolutely said it was only because she was with her husband that she was hot and bothered.

She had never suggested that Ned try to find porn with a particular male actor because she liked seeing his hard cock, or because a certain stud had a helluva sexy ass. She couldn't remember even considering whether she should bring this up, let alone doing the simple thing and selecting the video they would watch together in order to get exactly what she wanted to see.

Looking back on things from her quickly expanding perspective prompted by the book's information, Taryn realized there actually _were_ some scenes that would have aroused her whether Ned had been watching with her or not.

_What was that actor's name?_

_Oh_, she thought, her memory train now coupling one car to another along the track of nearly-forgotten porn-vid scenes, _that silly, campy porn send-up of college life that Ned and I watched one night — damn! Even now I remember the guy playing the stripper at the sorority party_.

Her nipples tingled at the memory of the tall, nude male with the broad shoulders and pretty eyes, impressively long and stiff cock, and perfectly firm, rounded, luscious butt.

It was 3 a.m. when Taryn finished the book. Good thing tomorrow — well, today, actually — was Saturday. No classes. Time to visit her favorite home furnishings store. Time to catch the new movie she wanted to see at the local multiplex.

And time to think about what women want. About what she wanted.

Drawing the sheet and the bedspread across her body as she reached to click off the lamp on the nightstand, Taryn smiled as she thought to herself, _Maybe the book would sell more copies if it were titled, "Women Are Horndogs, Just Like Men"_.

She should have known the dream was inevitable:

Taryn was in a luxurious hotel lobby, fashionably dressed and arrayed with a tasteful pair of diamond earrings and matching necklace. Her long legs made the little black dress look even shorter, and the sexy shoes completed the ensemble perfectly.

She looked fantastic, and it felt wonderful.

Then the first naked man walked into the lobby. His pretty cock was erect; it bounced sexily with each step he took. A second man came in, also nude, also aroused. Soon Taryn was surrounded by naked men pirouetting for her, displaying themselves as she lustfully scanned her gaze up and down their sexy, delicious bodies.

She was wearing neither panties nor bra in the dream, and she was quickly visibly turned on, hard nipples evident through the flimsy material of the sexy black dress, the dampness between her legs growing more pronounced as she enjoyed looking at all the naked male cocks and butts and chests and abs.

The men smiled at her, completely comfortable with their nakedness, totally guileless in their enjoyment about displaying themselves for her pleasure. Their cocks pulsed as her gaze raked across their toned bodies. They were quite brazen, sometimes turning to present their naked backsides for her inspection, arching their backs as they leaned forward, shamelessly showing off their sexy asses.

Tall men, short men, white men, black men and Asian men and olive-skinned studs with piercing black eyes — they were all naked with hard cocks on display.

They were all were there for the sole purpose of sexually arousing Taryn, whose dream-self was truly enjoying the show, her pussy becoming so wet, so eager to enjoy being filled by one (and then another! and then another!) of the men's lovely, erect cocks that she was ready to pick any man at random and mount him.

She awoke as an athletic guy with a trim torso and an impressive erection approached, his cock bobbing with mesmerizing motions as he stepped toward her. He was flashing a handsome smile, his hands chastely clasped behind his back. A telltale drop of pre-cum glistened in the light of the lobby chandelier as Taryn scrutinized every inch of his arousal. He slowed his advance as he came near enough for her to feel the heat of him. She saw the near-purple color of the head of his cock, a clear indication that his shaft was at maximum hardness, that her allure and sex appeal and obvious sexual excitement were making him desperate to ravish her. She locked her gaze on his, her lips slightly parted as she drew in a breath, and reached for his stiff dick . . .

"Damn," she sighed, rubbing sleep from her eyes with a dejected yawn. "Haven't had a really good sex dream in a while, and then I wake up just as the guy gets close enough to touch," she groused to herself out loud as she shuffled to the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, Taryn thought more about the implications of her late-night reading as she settled down from the dream in order to relax enough to relieve the fullness of her bladder.

Has society been feeding women a load of crap for millennia about female sexuality?

Her inclination was to believe it after reading _What Do Women Want?_

A woman who liked viewing porn because it aroused her was supposed to be, at least for girls like Taryn in the relatively insulated southern town where she'd grown up, an aberration according to pastors, to mothers and aunts and teachers, to the accepted normalcy of early '90s, white-bread suburbia.

And a woman who would lubricate instead of saying, "Eewww!" while watching gay porn? She would be labeled abnormal, or bent, or maybe just a freaky slut in the absolute worst connotation of the description.

But it couldn't have been that bad, Taryn thought. She'd seen her share of _Playgirl_ issues when the magazine was still for sale on newsstands. (Or at least on certain kinds of newsstands in her town.) She and a couple of girlfriends in high school had giggled their way through a few issues, just having girl-fun and never lingering over any of the layouts. But they had looked at the guys, and Taryn had masturbated to the memory of one or two of them.

Still, she could not deny the messages she'd grown up with. Problem was, the incontrovertible evidence collected from the plethysmograph contradicted almost everything she had been taught about female sexuality.

Taryn admitted to herself that she did like seeing guys naked. And she liked seeing hard cocks. She just didn't work at finding them, easy as that would have been with the Internet only a click away on her computer. 

There was still the subconscious voice, the inner censor, which must have been offering up the mantra, "Nice girls don't."

Ruminating on all of this as she poured some almond milk over a bowl of raisin bran — the perfect rainy Saturday morning breakfast — Taryn made a decision.

She was trained in the scientific method. She was capable of running a quality experiment.

_With me as the subject, why don't I replicate the study?_ she asked herself.

Intrigued and with a few butterflies of excitement tickling the insides of her tummy, Taryn shook out a little more cereal into her bowl to get that perfect milk-to-cereal ratio, then strode to her computer, the bowl cradled in one hand as she spooned more raisin bran into her mouth.

She started by typing, "porn for women," into a search engine.

Goodness.

Some of the sites were clearly just excuses to get her to buy stuff she didn't want or need. Some of the sites were nothing but tease and soft-focus pictures accompanied by euphemism-littered prose. Some of the sites had stunningly beautiful photography of naked men, often in black and white, and often composed thoughtfully and artistically, but at the expense of a full-on display of the men's genitalia.


Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 01



(One site was a tie-in to a series of one-gag books sending the message that porn for women would be a story about a husband actually helping out around the house — something that one sex researcher said therapists told her did not work, as Taryn recalled from her late-night reading. Even when husbands set to work doing more than their share of the chores, the wives' flagging sex drives did not improve according to the therapists.)

But some of the sites had lots of pictures of naked men. With naked cocks. Hard cocks. And naked butts. Firm, rounded, luscious butts.

Her cereal sat untended, soggy.

An hour later, and dozens of naked men later, Taryn declared Phase One of her experiment a success.

She was very wet.

Phase Two. Gay porn.

This is something she had never, ever considered looking at, even out of simple curiosity.

Taryn drew in a deep breath, as if poised on a precipice. 

Then, mindful of the research quoting female arousal seeing guys with guys, she dove in.

_Holy shit!_ she thought, scanning down the options that instantly popped up when she typed the phrase into her browser.

There must be a million sites dedicated to this!

Swallowing hard and telling herself it was an experiment, she clicked on a link at random.

_Oh, my god — these guys are gorgeous_, Taryn thought, some of her reluctance fading.

She clicked through page after page of naked men, either alone and posing in every conceivable fashion for the camera so that absolutely every inch of them was exposed, or posed with one or two or six other guys, also naked and intertwined in ways that put butt to butt or cock to butt or cock to mouth or hand to butt (or, good lord! — hand _in_ butt!) and on display for the viewer.

Squirming in her seat, Taryn's cereal had gone to nothing so much as a thick goo with raisins floating on top.

She enjoyed surfing through all the pages, realizing she could be as picky as she wanted, and fairly quickly she'd find a picture of a ______ man with an erection posing for the camera. Filling in the blank was fun: black guy, mature guy, young guy, athlete guy, geek guy, fireman guy, business guy . . .

And she was fascinated by the pictures (and videos clips!) of guys fucking each other in the ass.

She'd never seen that, but it sure got her revved up.

There was just something so powerfully erotic in the crazy, sexy DIFFERENCE about a coupling in which — literally — it was a man who was the one getting fucked, a man who was being penetrated and obviously loving every second of the sensation throughout his entire fucking all the way to the point of his exciting, moaning, thrashing orgasm.

Seeing a handsome, naked guy gasping in pleasure, his own hard cock throbbing as the nude male fucking him plowed into his asshole, was amazing.

Taryn had never considered gay sex in any manner other than, "To each his own, but I know I'd never want to see it." No, she had never thought about gay sex at all, and though it should have been obvious that both partners must like doing it, actually seeing a man enjoy getting fucked in the ass was both a revelation and incredibly arousing.

Her panties were by now soaking, and Taryn adjusted her robe, unbelting the soft fabric to let it open in front.

It would be easier to pull aside the crotch of her panties that way and begin fingering her hardened nub.

What an education! Taryn saw guys doing things to each other that were bizarre. She saw ridiculous staged photo shoots of scenarios that would never happen in real life. (A football team in the locker room, jerseys and shoulder pads still on but naked below the waist, fucking each other on the narrow benches between the lockers. Yeah, right . . .) She saw lots and lots of guys with huge cocks, lots of truly delectable butts, lots of buffed, naked male eye candy in bedrooms, parking lots, beaches, showers, gyms, backs of vans, even two photo sets of guys doing it to each other in elevators.

In short, she saw lots of hot guys with hard cocks and tight butts, having sex with each other, and she loved it.

And in some of the numerous video clips she watched, she learned a thing or two about giving a really, really good blowjob.

_Phase Two of the experiment? Check_, she thought as she squirmed out of her crotch-soaked panties, tossing them to the side and adjusting her robe underneath her on the seat of her desk chair, knowing it would be needed to absorb the wetness now oozing from her excited pussy.

Phase Three, Taryn decided, would be looking at pictures of men as they masturbated. It, too, was a visual that got the women in the research wet, even though they claimed such pictures did nothing for them.

True to her scientific and engineering roots, Taryn decided she'd look for pictures of straight guys masturbating. That would remove a variable that might otherwise mess up her findings. She didn't want the titillation of gay porn (something she now knew aroused her) to be the reason seeing a naked guy stroke his cock turned her on. And, yes, she understood there was no way to know just by looking at a picture of a guy whether he was straight, gay, or bi, but she figured she'd search for pictures of nude men in settings that held no hint these guys were masturbating with anything but thoughts of women in their minds.

_Thoughts of me!_ she realized, surprising herself.

_Is one part of the excitement in seeing a guy stroke his cock the idea that he's thinking about me, about how much he wants to have sex with me?_ Taryn wondered.

_If that's the case with other women, why did those research subjects say they weren't turned on watching men masturbate?_

"Naked men masturbating" as a search term was an easy starting point.

Thank god for the Internet!

It was only a few minutes until Taryn realized this was especially arousing for her. She scrutinized the men closely to study their erections. She looked at their faces as they stroked their cocks. She studied their expressions as they masturbated, approaching the point at which they lost control and spurted cum onto their rippling abs.

And the sexy sounds they made in these masturbation videos!

It was definitely getting her close to an orgasm. With her panties having been unceremoniously shucked off earlier, she moved into full-bore clit stroking as she started clicking through more pictures and vids of handsome men stroking their dicks.

It was fun (and so damned hot!) to get into the headspace of the guys in the photos, eavesdropping on their thoughts as they masturbated and always finding they were thinking of her, that the reason they were stroking their cocks was because they were so turned on by her, by imagining what they were desperate to do to her naked body.

One man — Cory, if you believed the caption — had beautiful blue eyes and a muscular chest. Quite sexy. He also had a good eight inches of hard cock, and every inch looked absolutely delicious!

Clicking to the next picture of Cory revealed his sexy, rounded ass.

_Oh, yeah, Cory_, Taryn thought, _that is one fine butt, my naked stud_.

She was stroking her clit in earnest now, bringing to life that dependable tickle behind her belly button that signaled intense arousal.

Cory's ass looked luscious in other pictures, and the photos in which he was masturbating were gut-clenchingly erotic.

_What I would do with you, Cory, if you were here_, she imagined, continuing to masturbate and knowing she was quickly passing the point of no return.

She was going to come while she lusted after Cory's naked body. She was going to have an intense orgasm while she put herself next to him, grabbing his ass and kneading it while he moaned at the pleasurable sensations.

The next picture of Cory that popped up on her monitor was the one that did it. He was on the carpet, sitting on his haunches and leaning back, his mouth-watering cock pointed at the ceiling and framed by his taut six-pack abs.

Taryn put herself in the picture, her hands cradling his balls as she looked at the pleasure on his face. Feeling the heat of him in her hands, she drew his sensitive orbs upward to his pulsing shaft, releasing them gently to trail her fingertips higher, closing her fists around that long, stiff dick, feeling the pulsing hardness, seeing how very aroused he was as a droplet of pre-cum oozed from the plum-like head of his luscious cock and . . .

She lurched forward in her chair when the orgasm hit. It was one of those hug-yourself-as-you-try-to-hold-in-all-the-pleasure kind of orgasms, and Taryn savored every goose-pimpled millisecond of it.

Shivering, she came down slowly, refocusing after a few seconds on that fantastic picture of Cory, naked and erect and posed to send the undeniable message that what Taryn was supposed to look at, what she was supposed to fantasize about and drool over and touch and caress and stroke and toy with in as many ways as she could imagine, was his delectable, stiff, beautiful hard cock.

_Phase Three_, thought Taryn, _definitely proved the hypothesis_.

She rose from her chair, extending her legs and arching her back to work the kinks out after her time in front of the monitor. Her robe hung unbelted and open as she reached high to finish off the stretch.

What! Three hours!

No way.

The mushy bowl of cereal confirmed it, though. Taryn had been looking at pictures of naked men for three hours, teasing herself, then her clit, for at least two of those hours, and the last fifteen minutes of her time in front of the monitor had been spent in focused masturbation.

_Well_, she thought, _I guess I really didn't need to go shopping for home furnishings today after all_.

Already nearly noon, Taryn decided on a trip to the gym for some work on the weight machines followed by a lengthy stint on the stair climber. She wanted to work up a sweat pushing her muscles through a tough circuit followed by an aerobic workout on the climber because today she had a feeling the time taking step after step up the never-ending staircase wouldn't be quite so monotonous.

She would be thinking about Cory's naked body. She would be wondering about her own reaction to the scientific pronouncement that she should be naturally aroused at seeing Cory naked and erect. Or Nathan. Or Trent. Or . . . well, any hot guy who was naked and hard.

She would be considering what it all meant and whether research verifying women were hard-wired to become aroused when they saw naked men, hard cocks, and firm male butts meant that women should stop pretending they didn't like it.

Most importantly, she would be considering what this meant for Taryn Roberts. Were there new options to be explored?

Her stairmaster time did seem to pass more quickly, and she toweled off as she strolled back to the women's locker room. Looking to her right and left before crossing the indoor track, Taryn hesitated, allowing a runner to cross as he jogged past.

Her gaze lingered as he moved toward the curve of the track.

He had a nice butt.

She smiled. 



Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 02



The coming days and weeks for Taryn were educational. While she didn't become a porn addict — there were days at a stretch when the busyness of her life meant she didn't take time to surf for pictures or videos to learn more about her own personal turn-ons — she almost always squeezed in at least one satisfying masturbation session most days, the screen in her imagination now so easily filled from an expanded playlist of sexy fantasies.

And she learned a lot about herself, about her natural sexual appetite. She got over the fact that her assumptions about what women were supposed to be aroused by, to think about, to lust after when it came to sex were — at best — constrained, if not downright handcuffed by her upbringing. Giggling out loud immediately after the first time she self-described her upbringing as "handcuffed," Taryn realized she hadn't yet investigated whether seeing a handsome, sexy guy naked and cuffed to the bedposts, unable to stop her from doing whatever she wanted to him, would get her hot and ready to climb on top of his hard cock.

It did. Finding such pictures was easy enough, and, oh, how incredibly sexy it was to see one particular guy who had that certain set of jaw that Taryn had always found a turn-on stretched out with his wrists and ankles secured to a four-poster bed, waiting for whatever was going to be done to him by fantasy-Taryn when she showed up to toy with him.

The anticipation, of course, had lengthened her fantasy-man's cock, and the picture showed him spread, cuffed, and delectably erect.

All kinds of such scenarios popped into her head as she grew comfortable with her own, natural reaction to mentally picturing handsome, naked men and to seeing them in pictures and videos, displayed for the camera in all their lusciousness for her to contemplate.

She discovered all the pictures and videos and scenarios that struck her fancy to be fun, sexy, enjoyable. She simply skipped over anything she found that turned her off.

As a result, both Taryn's masturbation frequency and the variety of scenes and nude males in her masturbatory fantasies grew exponentially.

What would toying with two naked men at the same time be like?

Would she find it erotic to have a guy over her lap, his nude butt fetchingly displayed and available for her to massage, to knead, to play with . . . and to spank?

(Some videos of naked men getting their nude butts lovingly spanked in just such a position by women taking great pleasure in teasing the men, timing smacks intermittently so the men never knew when the next would arrive, were powerfully arousing to Taryn — something that surprised her.

(She had never thought about spanking a nude guy, but she made up for lost time with that particular fantasy. The guys starring in her scenarios always became incredibly aroused by her playful swats, she trapping their hard cocks between her thighs as they draped themselves over her to present their sexy bottoms for their punishment, then pushing themselves off her lap to stand before her, their stiff erections evident as they leaned in to kiss her while eagerly unbuttoning her blouse . . . or pushing her back into the chair and kneeling in front of her to reach under her short skirt and rip her panties off in order to bury their faces in her crotch . . . or scooping her up in their arms to carry her to the bedroom . . . or straddling her on the chair as they kissed her passionately while she toyed with their dicks . . . or . . .)

Anal sex? Taryn had rejected the notion after a single, clumsy attempt by Ned not long after they had married, and she had not considered it since.

But now, with a new regard for exploration, she searched for both depictions of women enjoying the act and information about what would ensure such enjoyment. It wasn't hard to find anal sex depicted on the Internet, and seeing those lovely erect dicks sliding into women's accommodating assholes turned out to fire her curiosity about the act — especially since her lone experience was so very unsatisfying.

And that's when Taryn Roberts stumbled into pegging.

"You know," one woman posted on a site Taryn found that offered sensible conversation and helpful advice about anal sex, "I truly believe the reason my guy is slow and gentle and uses lots of lube and knows when I've reached the point of being ready for some good, hard pounding in my ass is because we made a deal. I would do it to him first with a strapon cock the same size as his real cock, and then he could do me in the ass. He thought about it for a minute and said he was down with that."

A woman fucking a man with a fake cock strapped to her crotch?

_Damn_! thought Taryn, _that's something I want to see_.

Maybe it was the discovery she'd made when watching gay porn, when realizing one of the things that was so arousing for her was seeing a man open, receptive, and eager to be penetrated, then squirming in all kinds of pleasure as he was thoroughly and energetically fucked in the ass to the point of ejaculation.

Whether that was the reason or not, it wasn't hard to find videos of women strapped into fake cocks and screwing guys in the butt, Taryn found, but there sure was a lot of crappy stuff to wade through to discover the gems. Early on in her newfound exploration of expanded thinking about her sexual desires, Taryn learned she just wasn't into heavy BDSM and humiliation scenarios. A lot of man-fucking porn was all about that.

But the videos that showed both partners enjoying it, the woman obviously turned on by giving the guy incredible pleasure and the guy trusting and open enough to let her do it . . . well, it was hands-down the sexiest, most arousing thing Taryn had ever seen.

It was almost like a second adolescence regarding sexual discovery.

And just like any horny teenaged virgin, Taryn was excited, giddy, anxious, eager, and somehow sure that her first experience was going to be fairy-tale perfect.

But, good grief! — this was a whole 'nother level of challenge. Finding a teen-aged guy to have sex with was laughably easy for any teen-aged girl, no matter her degree of attractiveness. Then, once she had located a guy, what would the teen-aged virgin have to do for the guy to be ready and eager?

Pretty much nothing.

But turning the tables and being the one with the ever-ready, stiff cock on the lookout for a handsome guy who wanted to have sex, both of them knowing that he'd be the one on his back, opening himself up to take her strapon inside his asshole as the sexual activity that would turn them both on?

Uh-huh. THAT would be about as easy as brain surgery on one of Disneyland's spinning teacups.

Given all the challenges, though, Taryn desperately wanted to find out what it felt like to do it, to actually be the woman performing this insanely erotic act . . . to feel every sensation, to hear every sound, to see every arousing visual during the coupling.

She wanted to be the women she saw in the videos, the ones with their hips pumping and thrusting as they worked toward their own climaxes, usually preceded in orgasmic release by their male partners who moaned in pleasure as their cocks spurted loads of cum while strapon dildos plowed their willingly surrendered assholes.

The thought of it! A gorgeous, naked man, stiff cock in her grasp as he lay on his back, his knees drawn to his handsome chest, Taryn leaning over him as she rocked back and forth into him, a strapon cock harnessed to her crotch, rubbing against her clit with every thrust. His pretty eyes would look into hers then roll back in ecstacy as she bottomed out inside him, only to refocus on her face briefly until she did it again . . . and again . . . and again, both of them heading toward a blinding orgasm.

His moans. His groans. His desperate entreaties for her to fuck him, to fill him up and to make him come.

Oh, shit! Oh, damn! Could anything be sexier!

Maybe only the sight of him spurting onto his chest, fists clenching the bedsheets, abs contracting and rippling as he rode out the intense climax Taryn was triggering by stroking her strapon cock into him, into his lubed asshole, into his mind, into his desire to be taken sexually by Taryn as she slaked her own desire to be the penetrator, the one invading her partner's most intimate anatomy.

The sight of a naked man groaning through an orgasmic eruption as SHE fucked HIM would most surely be the hottest thing she would ever witness.

And thus began weeks of frustration for Taryn.

Teaching at the city university meant she was — literally — surrounded by young, virile men. Even subtracting from the availability pool the students in her classes and any that she might have in her classes or in any other way interact with in her role as an instructor, there were lots of young, single guys all around her. 

And then, even subtracting the percentage of the male student body that held little attraction for her because, for whatever reason, they just didn't spark any interest, there were still HUNDREDS of young studs on campus she could imagine naked, with hard cocks, panting in their desperation that she keep on fucking their beautiful asses.

This was now something Taryn added to her imaginary couplings with college guys that became frequent after she accepted the natural rightness of thinking about naked men. It wasn't like her normal life stopped — she was still a productive professor, a good friend in her group of girlfriends, a daughter and a book-reader and a gym-goer and a woman who liked to experiment with new recipes. But whether it was daydreaming for a moment as she gazed out her office window to take a break from grading exams and seeing a group of guys tossing a frisbie, or because she was walking behind a group of male students on their way to their next class, Taryn let her imagination melt the clothes from the men's bodies in order to see their sexy butts and cocks.

In order to see the luscious, rounded, muscular asscheeks she would love to fondle, grip, and then spread apart, inching the tip of her strapon closer and closer to their sexy, crinkled openings.

It was something she could not allow herself to think about for more than a few seconds at a time while at work.

It was just so damned distracting!

But in her alone time, when she was unfettered from keeping one foot firmly in reality, she pulled her vibrator from the nightstand next to her bed and pressed the satisfying buzz against the side of her slickened clit while she imagined Cory, his pretty blue eyes gazing into hers with a sexual urgency that demanded she fuck him deeper, harder, longer.

Or Joe.

Or Leland.

Or Anthony.

Or geek guy, or fireman guy, or business guy, or athlete guy, or _______.

Toss in maybe two or three professors she sometimes saw at the gym and whose bodies (what she could see of them) indicated they'd probably look quite nice naked and erect, and . . . well, Taryn felt like the character set adrift on a raft in the ocean: "Water, water all around, and not a drop to drink!"

Yes, she was dating. Yes, she usually went out at least once each weekend. That wasn't the problem. And, yes, she still wanted lovely, missionary, satisfying sex with the guy's cock deep in her pussy, her legs wrapped around his waist, urging them both on to satisfying climaxes.

And she still fantasized about that, too, and she still loved to think about finding a nice guy, a good man whom she could marry, who would care for her, who would like it and appreciate it when she cooked for him, who would share holidays and birthdays and vacations, and who would become a lover, a husband, a life mate.

The problem was pursuing an interesting potential guy long enough to have the "what I like sexually" conversation after a few couplings to ensure she would continue to find him compatible and interesting both in and out of bed. The one dating relationship reaching that stage for Taryn after her discovery of, and subsequent lust for, a male ass-fucking encounter ended before she could broach the subject.

In case it turned out he had been willing, Taryn had weeks earlier purchased a strapon dildo and harness. She donned them every now and then, modeling for herself in front of the bathroom mirror. She tested her movements, trying to get closer to the hip motions of practiced fuckers and the rhythms that came so easily to men when they screwed their partners or to the few women in the decent man-fucking videos she'd found who could emulate that sexy, thrusting, piston-like motion that drove their strapon cocks into their men's lubricated assholes.

And, on a visit to amazon, Taryn found a device that appealed to both the pegger-to-be and the engineer in her. It was a male masturbation toy — one of those silly-looking stand-ins for a woman's vagina (and, she found, buyers could get stand-ins that were molded to imitate the crinkly opening of the human anus) — but the silicone sleeve was housed in a tube, the end of which was fastened to a clever vacuum suction cup.

The engineering of the mechanism was simple but effective: a guy could vacuum-lock the contraption to the shower wall, for instance, at the proper height, then set the angle of the fake pussy or asshole just right with a rotating and lockable ratchet gear. He then had a perfectly positioned, serviceable orifice into which he could stroke his cock as he imagined pumping into a real woman (or man).

Intrigued, Taryn studied the device's pictures and descriptions. She read the user reviews. She watched the video demonstrating its use (enjoying the inevitable tingle in her pussy as the demonstration model's naked butt pumped into the toy).

It would be a perfect way to practice strapon fucking.

She ordered the toy and, to her delight, discovered its design allowed her to find inventive locations around her loft where a smooth, non-porous surface to which the suction cup would attach securely allowed its use. This, Taryn discovered, was important. Though the shower wall worked wonderfully, it was immediately apparent that the physics of the location meant it was good for practicing only what would be stand-up strapon fucking — there was no way to lean forward as she stroked into the toy in order to practice the movements she would make with a guy on his back, leaning over him as she kissed him, for instance, while she fucked him.

Stalking through her loft, her gaze lit on a metal file cabinet, two drawers high. It was perfect! She attached the toy to the side of the cabinet, then leaned over it as she practiced the movements for screwing a guy in the ass as he bent over the arm of her sofa. (Scientist-engineer that she was, Taryn had measured the height of both the cabinet and her sofa.)

At that point, it was easy to imagine Cory or Joe or geek guy or athlete guy as the man she was stroking her strapon cock into while she played out the scenario in her mind, actually making the motions, plunging her strapon into the inventive toy, practicing the moves and the subtle positionings she discovered were so important to get the angle just right or to avoid cramping a muscle, or to-

Good grief! It took a lot of stamina to do this! It took a lot of concentration, Taryn discovered. She had to keep track of a lot of stuff at the same time in order to make all the right moves at the proper pace and in a way that meant she could keep doing it all long enough so 1) she wouldn't tire and have to stop before 2) her guy had a reasonable amount of being-fucked time to reach a climax, and 3) she herself could concentrate on the sexy scenario and not be distracted by the other stuff to the point that it interfered with her own orgasm.

The first time she'd gotten everything positioned just right and checked to ensure she and the toy were at the right height and angle, Taryn eagerly settled in to test drive the set-up. The first guy she would fuck in her imagination would be Darrian (again, if you believed the caption on the Internet picture), a really cute guy with a buffed body and a pretty smile who had the most gorgeous ass.

She would stroke her strapon in and out of the toy's snug, flesh-like opening, but in her mind she was leaning over Darrian's imaginary back as he was bent over the arm of her sofa. She would fuck him in the ass as her breasts and nipples pressed into his back. She'd whisper into his ear sexy, dirty talk about how much he was turning her on by taking her strapon deep into his cute little asshole and listen to his excited moans in response as she-

Shit! She just backed out a bit too far on the out-stroke. Her dildo was therefore angled incorrectly for the in-stroke, and she was fucking air instead of Darrian's ass.

Thank goodness this was practice time and not real-guy time!

It took a while in that first session to become even reasonably proficient enough to call Darrian back into her imagination and finally finish the fuck.

Having weeks earlier accepted the scientific, physiological, psychological truth as proven in multiple research studies that it was her natural role to look at and lust after naked guys, enjoying the sight of their hard cocks and firm butts, and knowing her pussy was _supposed_ to moisten when she saw them masturbating or doing any of the other things researchers had proven were exciting visuals for women, Taryn's fantasy-fucks now had her saying and doing things she had NEVER done with any guy.

Her dates in real life were with handsome, witty, intelligent men because that's what she liked and because her own good looks and intelligence meant it was easy to attract the same caliber partner. It was natural that her fantasy interactions would also be with witty, intelligent guys, but now the freedom she allowed herself to find pictures of handsome men who also happened to be totally naked and sporting erections meant she could fantasize about intelligence and wit packaged with a six-pack, a taut butt, sexy shoulders, and a luscious 7-inch cock.

Darrian in real life might have been dumb as a box of rocks, but fantasy-Darrian was guaranteed to be a charming, literate, well-traveled gentleman who also just happened to be eager to get fucked in the ass. With such an imaginary guy, Taryn let her inner minx come out to play, secure in the fantasy scenario that anything her libido might prompt in words or deeds would be a success.

With those odds, Taryn freed herself to say and do anything, knowing Darrian or Cory or geek guy would find her irresistibly sexy.

Before reading _What Do Women Want?_, she hadn't even THOUGHT of many of the things that were now part of her fantasies.

But it was all part of why the fantasies were so satisfying — nothing but handsome, sexy men who were invariably turned on by her and everything she said and did to them.

They were always clever and considerate. And they were always willing to masturbate for her, or plunge their tongues in her ass, or bend over and take her strapon, or lean across her lap for a playful spanking followed by a soothing massage with lotion that always led to one or more of her fingers slipping inside their assholes in the process, or . . .

So she knew Darrian was going to turn her on immensely. She knew he would absolutely adore getting fucked in the ass.

And now, thanks to her new toy, she'd be making the motions in real life that would be happening in her imagination as she slid her strapon dildo in and out of Darrian's delectable ass.

It quickly became one hell of a satisfying sexual fantasy:

Darrian-with-the-fantastic-ass was at her loft after a nice meal at one of her favorite restaurants. The dinner fare had been tasty and satisfying — just as she knew Darrian would be.

"Thank you for the beautiful evening out," Taryn said in her fantasy as she pulled a bottle of wine from the rack in her pantry. "I really like that restaurant, don't you?"




Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 02



"You have great taste," he replied, watching her move about the kitchen, finding the opener and two glasses.

"Here, would you open this for me?" she asked, beckoning him to the kitchen with the bottle and the opener.

"My pleasure," he said, rising from the sofa to walk to her.

As he began peeling away the foil on the bottle, Taryn snuggled against his back, reaching under his arms to wrap him in her grasp, the palms of her hands flat against the crisp fabric of his button-down shirt.

Pressing her chest into his back, she whispered into his ear. "Thank you."

She slid one hand lower.

"Be careful. What you're doing might make me spill this," he said, now fumbling with the opener.

"I do not want to miss tasting even one delicious drop," Taryn purred as she dropped her hand lower, resting it just below his belt and making clear the most important meaning in her double entendre.

Somehow, Darrian struggled through extracting the cork and began pouring the wine into the two glasses. "And I don't want you to miss even one drop," he said, his cock responding to the feel of Taryn's hand pressing and rubbing lightly across his khakis beneath his belt buckle.

Picking up her glass from the counter top, she stepped back and away from him, freeing him to turn and face her, raising his own glass to his lips to take a sip.

Taryn had retreated the few steps it took to lean back against the opposite counter. Swirling the wine in her glass slightly as she eyed him, a small smile formed on her lips.

"Let me look at you for a moment, Darrian."

He responded with his own smile.

"That's an easy request to grant, Taryn. While you're looking at me, I can look at you, too."

She widened her smile.

"But you know what?" she said, putting her glass down behind her on the countertop. "I want to look at you without any of your clothes on."

With a foregone conclusion in her mind that he would be receptive to the idea, she stepped back toward him, embracing him and leaning up to taste the flavor of wine on his lips, to push her tongue inside his mouth, and to kiss him deeply, hungrily.

He was a great kisser.

Gratified to feel him hardening against her as she pressed into him, Taryn extended the kiss. Making clear her intention to direct what would happen next, she reached one hand to the back of Darrian's head, stroking his soft, thick hair before stretching her neck upward to bring her mouth close to his ear.

"I have wanted to see you naked since the first time I saw you," she whispered, her other hand now dropping to his crotch, blatantly fondling him, tracing the outline of his shaft before closing her hand around as much of it as she could manage through the fabric of his khakis.

"Strip for me."

"You are one sexy woman, Taryn," he replied. "But you know I'm not a male stripper or anything," Darrian said, a bit of uncertainty creeping into his voice.

"Don't worry, baby," she cooed. "You have a sexy walk, a confident manner, and a hell of a cute ass. And if this-" she squeezed gently around his cock, adding to the struggle she knew he was having with the growing erection trapped inside his slacks "-is any indication, you know very well you want me to see you naked."

"Turnabout is fair play," he said before kissing her just as passionately as she had feasted on his mouth a moment earlier.

"You'll see me naked in due time," she teased, drawing back from his kiss, "but I want to look at you first. I want you to be naked for me, to let me see every inch of you." She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. "I want you nude for me so I can see your cock, and I want it hard for me." She undid another button. "I want to look at your sexy butt and know I'm going to touch it, grab it, play with your fantastic bottom."

Her statement meant something very exciting and very specific to Taryn, but she knew the wording was innocent enough not to scare him off. Still, she watched him closely for any sign that the evening would not progress to the point at which the lubricated shaft of her strapon would be buried deep inside his snug asshole.

He smiled shyly. "So I guess, just like some guys are breast men and some guys are ass men, you must be an ass woman?"

It was her cue that Darrian was going to take every inch of her strapon before the night was over.

"Well, I guess you could say that," Taryn said, stepping back once again to lean against the counter opposite where he was standing. "But I am just as hungry to see your hard cock, too."

(In her fantasies — especially the fantasies she had been allowing herself since reading that women are natural voyeurs of the naked male anatomy — Taryn's conversation with make-believe partners had become more assertive, more confident in describing her own desires, more sexually graphic as a means of enhancing the eroticism of the scenario.)

"I started unbuttoning your shirt," she said, extending her hands behind her to stiff arm the edge of the counter and adjust her stance. It was meant to send the signal that she was going to wait right there, and he was going to completely disrobe for her. "Finish, then keep going."

"God, you are sexy," he said, fingers working down his shirt at the other buttons.

"Lay it on the counter," Taryn said, nodding her head toward the empty space next to the sink. "Then your undershirt, then everything else."

Hearing her own words directing this gorgeous man in no uncertain terms to take off all his clothes in front of her was a rush. Her pussy tingled as she watched him comply.

Darrian had to bend down and untie his shoes before he could get out of his slacks.

"No," she said, causing him to pause as he knelt on one knee, just about to untie the shoelace on a shoe.

He looked up, puzzled.

"Stand, turn around, and bend down to untie your shoes," she said, smiling at him sweetly. "You forgot. If I'm a cock-and-ass woman, you need to find ways to show off your ass."

"You are also a sexy tease," he said, rising with a twinkle in his eyes. "Another kiss first, though," Darrian said, momentarily taking back some control of the situation.

It was a welcome interlude for Taryn, and the fact that he was shirtless now meant she could slip one hand down his back as he kissed her, sliding her fingers underneath his belted khakis and his briefs to reach a few inches toward his ass, resting her fingertips there as the kiss continued then concluded.

Extracting her hand, she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "I am so very much enjoying your show, Darrian. Please continue."

The you-are-so-naughty look in his eyes was thrilling!

He turned, stepped forward slightly and bent over to untie his shoes.

"Mmmmm," she said, being sure he heard.

He wiggled his butt slightly in response.

She laughed. "Nice!"

Toeing off his shoes as he straightened, Darrian turned back around to face her. He reached for his belt.

"Let me," Taryn said, striding toward him quickly. She pulled the end of his belt from the buckle and tugged it backward to free the metal tongue from the hole, then slipped the end free. Reaching for his zipper, she eased it down, looking into his eyes as she did so.

"Is your cock getting hard for me?" she asked, knowing the answer as her hand slipped in between his zipper to lay her palm over the bulge in his briefs.

She withdrew and stepped back to resume her viewing position.

"I guess you're going to know pretty quickly," Darrian replied as he unhooked the waist of his khakis, letting them drop to the floor.

He looked delicious! With his slacks no longer hiding the view, Taryn could appreciate the snug briefs he was wearing.

Especially delectable was the outline of his cock trapped underneath the stretchy fabric covering his crotch.

Watching every sexy move as he stepped out of his slacks, laying them on the counter, and then watching him pull off his socks to toss them on top of his shoes, Taryn enjoyed the show, reveling in her newfound appreciation for, and acceptance of, the rightness of her own sexual arousal at seeing a man get naked.

She eagerly anticipated the next stage of Darrian's exposure.

"Good boy," she said impulsively, seeing the head of his lengthening cock poke above the waist band of his briefs.

The comment seemed to embarrass Darrian, a slight blush rising on his cheeks.

"Very good boy," Taryn said in response, her gaze now sliding over every inch of him as she enjoyed blatantly staring at the sexy man in front of her.

"I kind of feel a little like a sex object," he said, now hesitating before tugging down his briefs.

"And you should," she replied, looking into his eyes. "Isn't it a delightful feeling?"

She held his gaze, wondering what was running through his mind at that moment, searching for any clue about his response.

It was an intensely exciting moment. Her breath caught in her throat as her mind urged this delicious man forward in his acceptance that his nakedness was going to turn her on immensely.

That, yes, he WAS the sex object tonight.

"For you, Taryn, I will love being a sex object," Darrian finally said.

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down, quickly stepping out of them to toss them on top of his other clothes.

His cock bobbed sexily when he did.

"Oh, my," Taryn exclaimed softly. Fantasy Darrian's cock wis nice and big and gorgeous. Seven inches, at least, of beautiful, firm erection.

"So what does a sex object do next?" he asked impishly.

"He just stands there and lets the woman look at him, knowing how much she enjoys seeing his beautiful, naked, erect cock," she responded quickly, reaching again for her wine glass but never taking her eyes off him. Running her gaze up and down Darrian's luscious nude body, she sipped slowly, letting him watch her looking at him. Letting him see her looking at his erection.

Taryn drank slowly, smiling between sips of wine.

A sexy, naked guy only steps away from her. With a hard cock. On display for her.

"Then he turns around for her so she can see his tight little butt."

Shaking his head at her continued naughtiness, Darrian nonetheless turned, looking back over his shoulder at her.

"Like this?"

"Mmmmm, exactly like that, baby."

_God, this is hot_! Taryn thought within her fantasy. _He has a great ass_!

Darrian began to turn back around.

"No. Not yet."

He paused, then returned to his original position, looking back at her, his gaze asking for more instruction, more information.

"Your naked butt makes su-u-u-u-ch a pretty picture, Darrian. I want to look at it longer. Turn your head back around and just stand there for me."

With an impatient sigh, he followed her directions.

_Fantastic_!

"Remember, Taryn: I said it was no problem to let you look at me because I'd be looking at you, too."

She was tugging the bottom of her slinky top from under her slacks.

"Just a little while longer, baby. You'll like what you see after I've feasted my gaze on your butt, and I'm eager to see your nice juicy cock again."

Satisfied with her answer, his cock twitched in anticipation, something Taryn couldn't see.

Pulling free of her top, she reached behind to deftly unhook her bra, tossing it on the counter where she'd thrown her top.

Cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, a soft moan escaped from her throat. Darrian heard the sound, and he turned around, his hard dick wagging in front of him.

"Nice!" he said, a hungry look in his eyes as he watched Taryn toy with her pert tits and nipples.

"Back around, mister," she said as she continued tugging on the hard nubs between her fingers. "I really do have a thing for gorgeous male butts, and you definitely have one!"

Sighing in exasperation, Darrian remained the good boy, however.

When he was back in position, Taryn said, "Step back from the counter a little, Darrian."

That familiar tingle running between her nipples and her pussy had begun as she continued toying with her breasts and with Darrian.

"Far enough."

Again he looked back at her over his shoulder.

"Don't tease me like this, Taryn. You're making me crazy to touch you."

"Lean forward over the counter," she said.

_How exciting can this possibly get_! she thought, anticipation and sexual arousal and the mind rush of directing a naked man into the pose she wanted desperately to see.

"Spread your legs."

"Jesus, Taryn!"

But he did it.

"Oh, shit, Darrian. You have no idea how much this is turning me on. You're making me insanely hot right now."

He began to swivel his head-

"Don't move, baby. Don't turn around to look at me."

Her gaze was glued to Darrian's muscular flanks, to the peek of his balls as they came into view when he spread his legs. 

Taryn was turning herself on by looking at a naked man, and he was right here in front of her in her kitchen!

"This is so hot," she said throatily as she stepped out of her shoes then wriggled out of her slacks. "You are so-o-o-o sexy like that!" Her panties, the crotch damp, were next to be removed, and Taryn loved it when she was naked, free to drop one hand to her pussy and find the dampness there.

She advanced on him, drinking in every detail of the sight before her: this handsome, naked man with his legs spread, leaning over her kitchen counter, displaying himself for her because that's what she told him to do.

Holy fuckin' shit! Could it get any better?

It did.

Immediately.

She snuggled herself against Darrian's flanks and leaned down over him, pressing the hard nubs of her excited nipples into his back.

He gasped, raising his head.

"God, Taryn! I have to see you-"

She shushed him immediately.

"Just enjoy," she whispered into his ear. "Just enjoy."

Then she reached one hand down, sliding it between her body and his in order to snake it between his spread legs and enclose his dangling balls in the warmth of her palm, closing her fingers gently around those two precious orbs.

"Ahhhhh," was all he could manage, and the sexy rumble in his chest created a vibration Taryn felt in her breasts as they pressed against him.

"See?" she whispered. "I told you it was going to feel good."

"God, I need to kiss you right now," he said urgently.

"Not now, Darrian," she replied, knowing she had other things to do to him while he was in this position. "I'm dying for that, too, but I want to play a little bit first."

"Have you been studying how to be sexy or something?" he asked, now slightly panting with the desire Taryn was building in him as she toyed with his balls.

She laughed softly in his ear.

"Graduate studies in making a guy hot," she said as she reached farther between his legs, rising from his back to allow her hand to release his balls and move up to the shaft of his hard cock. "You wouldn't believe the courses I took," she said playfully as she closed her fist around his erection. "There was an entire semester devoted to hand jobs."

Sliding her fist up his shaft, Taryn was rewarded with the wet stickiness she found leaking from the head of his cock. She had to bend lower to gain that access, bringing her face to his lower back, kissing him there.

"Would you like to find out if I learned anything when I took Advanced Hand Jobs 5241 as part of my grad studies, Darrian?" she asked slyly, enjoying the tease of telling her naked date about a make-believe curriculum in arousing men.

"Yes!" he hissed, pressing his hips forward to thrust his cock through her fist, his pre-cum smearing along the length of it as Taryn created just the right amount of friction with just the right amount of grip around his beautiful hardness.

"Too bad you'll have to wait," she teased, releasing her grip and rising to again lean over him, putting her lips close to one of his ears. "In the meantime, I'm sure you taste really good, baby," she said softly, stepping to his side so he could turn his head and watch as she licked his wetness from her palm.

"God damn!" Darrian said, straightening. "You're driving me completely-"

"Back down," she said, interrupting him in mock severity, and she swatted him smartly on one of his luscious asscheeks.

_God! That felt good_! Taryn thought, the satisfying pop to Darrian's ass feeding another part of her man-fucking fantasies.

Surprised, he lingered upright for a moment.

_Come on, baby, come on . . . back down into position for me_, Taryn thought, desperately hoping she had not pushed him too far.

She shivered in sexual excitement when Darrian eased himself back down into position.

Pop! "That's better," she said, swatting him on the other cheek just to even things out. (And because her first smack had been such sexy fun!) "It'll be so-o-o-o worth it to wait just a few more minutes," she cooed, stepping around back behind him and again draping herself over his back in order to press her abdomen against his sexy ass. "I didn't want to have to smack your little butt like that," she lied, knowing what was coming next was going to make her crazy with lust.

Taryn slid down his back, her hands running down his rib cage. She savored the feel of his skin under her fingertips. She drank in the scent of him. She teased her nipples with the friction of their track along his back, reaching his ass before she stopped, lingering.

Then she dropped to her knees behind him.

"Maybe I should kiss it and make it better."

Darrian groaned loudly, dropping his forehead to the countertop.

"Shit, woman! You're the sexiest lady I've ever-"

The sensation of Taryn's lips sealing against the cheek she had just swatted interrupted Darrian's compliment as he gasped at the sensation of her lips and tongue pressed against his naked asscheek.

"Mmmmm," Taryn said, her lips still sealed against his ass but now moving a little to the side as she held her tongue between them in order to lubricate the motion. Leaning back for a moment, she said, "You taste so good, baby!"

Darrian actually banged his forehead softly on the countertop.

"Oh, my god." he said in a whisper, followed immediately by a moan that thrilled Taryn, raising goose pimples on the back of her neck.

"So good," Taryn said, now lightly dragging her parted lips all over the cheek she had so unceremoniously slapped a moment before. "I know you can't see it, baby," she said, pressing her cheek against his cheek as she turned her head slightly in order to speak the words, "but I'm rubbing my clit right now because you're making me so hot."

Some kind of sound emanated from Darrian's throat, but Taryn couldn't describe it. Maybe a whimper? No, not exactly. A moan of desire?

Her fingers found her hard and throbbing clit, and she slid them lower to gather a bit of the wetness from between the lips of her pussy. Still placing butterfly kisses across Darrian's gorgeous ass, she then pinched her clit slightly to smooth the liquid along the sides of the tunnel of skin through which the end of her hardened nub had extended.

"I can't ignore the other side," she said, now nuzzling Darrian's other asscheek.

The heat of him spread warmth on her face.

"God, what you're doing, Taryn!" he exclaimed, a little ripple working through one hip and down one leg. "You're driving me crazy. I have to hold you, feel you in my-"

Darrian gasped in a deep breath at the surprise of Taryn's next act. He actually choked a little with the suddenness of what she did.

Abandoning her excited clit for the moment, Taryn had drawn her hand upward to place it on one of his asscheeks, her other hand already gripping the other.

Taryn spread him apart and planted her tongue directly on his asshole.

Darrian's entire body squirmed, but Taryn had his ass firmly in her grasp, and she kept him spread apart, now pushing her tongue deeper.




Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 02



"Ahhh, my god that feels good," Darrian gasped in surprise.

Taryn had a mini-orgasm when she heard those words. She felt his crinkled opening yield a bit to her invasion.

"No woman has . . . oh, god . . . no woman has ever done this to me," he managed to gasp as he squirmed chest and forearms across the countertop. "Oh, shit! Oh, damn, that feels so good!"

His words triggered a wave of lust that rolled through every cell of Taryn's body. She rose quickly, extracting her tongue and releasing her grip on his ass in order to turn him around and embrace him hungrily, planting her mouth on his and sharing his musky scent in a move that took his breath away.

Breaking the kiss, Taryn dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed his hard and leaking cock, and looked up into his eyes.

"I got an A in the graduate course on blowjobs, too," she grinned.

Oh, sweet Jesus! He was delicious! Taryn worked his cock over with every trick she had ever mastered about cocksucking (and a few she tried out after seeing the gay porn vids), and he was soon in near hyperventilation state.

"You're gonna have to stop, Taryn!" he exclaimed. "You're gonna make me come, and I haven't even had my mouth on your fantastic nipples yet," Darrian complained.

"Let's go to the sofa," she said, rising and grabbing his slippery cock in order to pull him — literally — into the living room area of her spacious loft.

Releasing him and plopping herself down on the sofa, Taryn positioned Darrian in front of her and then leaned up to place her hands on his shoulders and press down, sending the unmistakable message about what she wanted next.

"Pussy first, then you can suck my nipples."

After he had dropped to his knees in front her, she put her hands on the back of his head and drew his face to her crotch. Darrian, being the perfect date that he was, settled into position on his haunches, propping his arms on her thighs, and spread her wet lips apart Then he leaned in so he could slide his tongue inside her.

It was Taryn's turn to moan.

And continue to moan as Darrian's talented tongue worked its magic on her pussy, on her clit.

When her orgasm hit, she gripped his head with her thighs and rode out an intensely satisfying climax, pressing his face tight against her pussy and bucking against his mouth as she endured the intense pleasure of her wracking spasms.

It took her a minute to come down from the high, and when she opened her eyes, Darrian was on his haunches, scooted back a little from his pussy-eating spot. His beautiful, stiff dick pointed to the ceiling, and he was stroking it, running his fist up and down the entire length of it, a light sheen of pre-cum occasionally reflecting the light as Taryn watched.

(What a great fantasy this was turning out to be!)

"Keep it up, baby. Let me watch," Taryn said with a satisfied glow on her face but a hint of more excitement to come in her voice as she watched this handsome man masturbate for her.

"You promised I'd get to suck your nipples, to hold you tight," he reminded her with a sly smile.

But he didn't stop stroking his cock.

"All that will feel really good, Darrian," she replied, arranging herself more comfortably on the sofa, "but I really do enjoy seeing you do that."

He held her gaze. Stroking.

"But do not come," she said, an evil smile crossing her face. "We have more fun in store tonight before you spurt for me."

Darrian shook his head slowly as he continued looking into her eyes.

"How did I get so lucky to be with you?" he asked.

"Luck had nothing to do with it, baby," Taryn replied, fingertips lazily circling one nipple as she watched the naked man in front of her masturbate. "I wanted you. I wanted to do everything we've done so far, including sitting here and watching you stroke your cock for me."

She watched in fascination and growing arousal. She tracked his eyes as they slid up and down her naked body.

He was looking at her while he masturbated. She knew he was thinking about playing with her naked body, knew he was thinking about fucking her.

It was one hell of a turn-on to see him, knowing he was hot for her and thinking about fucking her as he stroked his cock.

His show was sexier than anything she'd ever seen.

Then it occurred to her that it was also the perfect way to set the stage for what she wanted desperately to do to him.

"Would you like some lube for your pretty cock, Darrian?" Taryn asked, knowing the answer he would give. "I have some in the drawer next to the sofa."

She darted her eyes to the end table.

He leaned forward, interrupting his show, and licked his way up her belly to her chest, closing his lips around one of her hard nipples.

It felt so damned good when he did that!

Tugging her nipple forward as he sucked, holding it between his lips before releasing it with a soft pop, Darrian looked up at her. "I had to do that, Taryn. You could not possibly deny me that any longer," he said softly in a voice that made clear he would have done it no matter what she said.

Thrilling!

As he leaned to the side to slide open the drawer, every cell in Taryn's body went on high alert, poised in anticipation for what would happen next.

She watched him intently as he reached into the drawer, searching for a bottle or tube of lube.

He found it next to her strapon dildo and harness.

"Did you find the lube?" she asked, somehow managing to keep her voice from shaking in excitement.

He retrieved the bottle of lubricant in one hand, but then he pulled out the dildo and the harness with the other.

"Taryn, what the hell?"

"Shhhhh," she soothed, reaching for her strapon and the harness, taking them from him and laying them on the sofa cushion. "You needed some lube so it would be more comfortable to masturbate a little longer for me while I watch, remember?"

"But what are you thinking?" he asked, his gaze darting to her man-fucking equipment as it lay next to her. "Are you planning to-"

Again she shushed him, pressing a fingertip to his lips.

"Look at me, Darrian," she said softly, chewing her bottom lip slightly as she prepared herself to deliver the sexiest entreaty she could possibly concoct to ensure the evening continued successfully. "Right now I'm going to explain why you are going to enjoy every second of what's going to happen from this point forward tonight."

The bottle of lube was still in his hand, and she took it gently from him, pulling him to sit next to her on the sofa. She snuggled close to him, placing one hand on his chest as she flipped the top on the bottle of lube with the other.

"You have no idea how hot and sexy and incredibly arousing you are to me, Darrian," she whispered into his ear, turning slightly toward him so she could raise one knee and crook it over his thigh. "You have no idea how wet you're making me, how absolutely desperate I am to have you plunge your fantastic hard cock into my sopping pussy."

She rocked her hips forward in order to bring her pussy in contact with his thigh. "See?" Taryn pressed her crotch into him. Her wetness on his skin, her pussy in contact with his leg, excited her. Drawing her hand from his chest, she cupped her palm and poured some of the glistening lubricant into it before clicking the top closed and tossing the bottle next to her dildo and the harness.

Closing her fist around his dick, now wilted a bit in his obvious concern and anxiety, Taryn began to make good on her boast about her hand job skills.

She continued her sexy narrative as she smeared the lube over his shaft, tugging it to lengthen it, coaxing the hardness back.

"You want me to do it to you, Darrian. I know you do. You're wondering right now if the incredible sensations you experienced when I tongued your asshole are only a tiny percentage of the sexual bliss you would feel if I slid something even bigger inside."

Life began to ebb back into Darrian's cock.

"It's gonna feel so-o-o-o-o good, baby, and I'll be slow and gentle and so loving and careful when you open up for me, Darrian."

His breathing was shallow. He swallowed hard.

"But-"

"No," Taryn said, squirming one breast into his shoulder and pressing her thigh a little harder into his. "Don't have even a single worry, baby. I've seen your cute little asshole, and I want to tenderly massage it, to ease it open for me. It's sexy and beautiful, and it turns me on incredibly."

Darrian's dick was responding to her touch and to the erotic web of words she was weaving into his mind.

"My tongue on your asshole, baby — remember how good that felt? You were moaning, Darrian. You were squirming in my grasp. Remember? Remember how warm and nasty and sexy and slippery my tongue felt?" She knew her next comment would drive him crazy: "You wanted my tongue deeper, and you invited it inside, relaxing for me. I felt you opening up. I felt how much you liked it, didn't I?"

He surprised her by turning his head to her, slipping the fingers of either hand underneath her hair as it fell over her ears, and pulling her lips to his.

The kiss sent shivers of excitement that rippled back and forth between Taryn's nipples and her dripping pussy.

Breaking the kiss but keeping his mouth close to hers, he said in a soft, sexy, man-growl: "Keep up your dirty talk, Taryn, and you just might convince me."

Then he kissed her deeply again before dropping one hand to hers, urging her on with her ministrations to his cock.

"I said we'd do lots of sexy things tonight before you spurt for me, Darrian," Taryn resumed, "but when you finally open and take my pretty strapon dildo all the way inside you, you are going to be desperately close to your orgasm."

His cock was now as hard as it had been all night.

"Why don't you get back down where I can watch you masturbate again now that we've lubed your pretty cock up sufficiently?"

Darrian groaned.

"Then you can play with yourself while I finish the description of how crazy good I'm gonna make you feel tonight."

He pushed himself forward off the sofa and stood, turning to face her, his hard cock inches from her face, glistening with a mixture of lube and pre-cum.

He leaned forward slightly to plant his hands on her breasts, kneading them, tugging on her nipples, pinching them just to the point of delicious pleasure with only a hint of equally pleasurable pain.

"You can't expect me not to crave playing with you, Taryn," Darrian said, lingering over her as he trapped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging gently. "God, I love what you're doing to me, but it's only making me more and more desperate to grab you, pick you up in my arms, and take you to your bedroom so I can toss you on the covers and devour you."

"You'll get your turn," she whispered, reaching one hand forward to cradle his balls. "But that'll be after I watch you some more. It'll be after I fuck you."

"Then I'll need some time to recover," he purred, emphasizing his conditions with a squeeze to her hardened nubs. "But you can count on the fact that I have lots of ways to drive you just as crazy with lust as you've made me."

Drawing one of his ears close to her lips, she whispered, "I'm counting on it."

His balls still nestled in one palm, it was easy to feel the reaction her response had on Darrian's body.

The release of his vulnerable orbs was the signal to resume his show. Watching him settle back into place, Taryn said, "I'm going to rub my clit while I watch you stroke your dick, Darrian. I'll finish convincing you how much you're going to love feeling my strapon dildo slide into your asshole while we both masturbate."

He began stroking his cock once again, an endlessly fascinating visual for Taryn. Sometimes his fist slid up and down the entire length of it. Sometimes he concentrated on the top half of it. Sometimes he twisted his hand around it. Sometimes he would pause, slide his fist to the base, and bend it forward then back before resuming his stroking motions up and down the full length of his erection.

No matter what he did, she loved watching him masturbate.

Continuing his show for her, Darrian spread his legs open just a bit more, readjusting himself on his haunches so he could reach his other hand to his balls, cradling them, teasing them, as he continued to stroke his cock for her.

"Oh, you are really making me crazy hot right now, baby," Taryn said, her fingers dipping into her soaking pussy and spreading the wetness upward to her throbbing clit. "Seeing you play with your nice, hard cock while you fondle your balls is so very sexy!"

She giggled, pulling her gaze from his crotch to look into his eyes. "Maybe you'll make me a special, private video of this?"

"Maybe we can make a deal about that," he answered, slowing his strokes and trailing his gaze from her eyes down her body to her pussy and the action of her hand and fingers.

His implication was clear.

"We'll talk," Taryn said sexily, smiling. "But don't stop playing with yourself while I seal the deal for your pretty little asshole."

_God! Am I actually saying this?_ she thought, excitement coursing through her body and centering on her clit as she continued rubbing it.

(Even in her fantasies, Taryn sometimes took note of the amazing freedom and satisfaction she now allowed herself and her sexuality.)

"Yes, Darrian, it's going to feel even better than my tongue."

"Not possible," he said, grinning.

"Don't you want to find out?"

"I'm a virgin."

Hot lust shot from her kneecaps to her scalp, raising goosebumps on her areolae that accented the hardness of her nipples even more.

"I was hoping you were," Taryn replied. "It will be so-o-o-o-o sexy knowing my strapon is the very first to slide inside your snug, warm, sexy ass."

"But virgins are tight," he said, now in teasing mode himself, drawing out her description, prompting her for more nasty talk.

"And I will be so gentle with your virgin opening, baby," she cooed. "You will never feel a more tender, more gentle, more delicious penetration as I inch inside you very, very slowly."

She licked her lips.

He parted his, panting slightly, ceasing his strokes momentarily.

"Your talk alone will make me come if I keep jacking for you, Taryn," he warned.

"Oooh, what a lovely idea," she responded, watching as his steel-hard cock pulsed in front of her, jerking occasionally with the effort it took for him to tamp down the desperate need for release he was fighting to hold in check as he kept his hands away from his straining cock. 

Noticing the danger point had passed, Taryn resumed her dirty talk. "Maybe I'll call you up at work one day and say things like this to you over the phone."

"Tease! Nasty, naughty, terrible tease!" he answered, hands still off his cock and balls, dick still pulsing in all its beautiful length as it stood at attention for her.

"But for now, baby, I'll tell you right here how much you're going to enjoy your first strapon fuck."

Her own words were making Taryn increasingly hot, and a mini-orgasm coursed its way from her pussy up into her belly.

"You sound pretty sure of yourself," Darrian said, returning a hand to his cock. "Am I in the hands of a woman who's fucked a lot of guys in the ass with her strapon dildo?"

_How should I answer?_ wondered Taryn.

"No, baby — you're my first."

"So you're not really sure I'll like it, are you?"

"Oh, I'm more than sure, Darrian." She leaned forward to be closer to him so he would hear her whisper. "The way your sexy asshole opened up for my tongue told me everything I need to know about how much you're going to enjoy taking every inch of my strapon inside you."

Darrian again stopped stroking his cock.

Taryn cast a satisfied gaze on his stiff dick, again twitching and jerking as he fought to short circuit his climax. Reaching forward to place her forefinger under his chin and lift his face to just the right height to gaze deeply into his eyes, she said, "You're having a really hard time stopping yourself from coming, aren't you?"

He gritted his jaw tight and drew in a big breath as the spasms in his cock subsided slightly.

"You're the reason, Taryn. You're teasing me so much it ought to be against the law!" he answered in whispered frustration.

"Then we'd better begin, don't you think?"

Immediately Taryn worried that her invitation to strapon play would propel Darrian into full-blown spurts of sticky white cum. His fists clenched with the effort of denying his orgasm.

She held her breath.

He teetered on the edge of climax, fighting it, slowing it, backing away from it.

The moment passed, but his cock was leaking pre-cum at a prodigious rate.

Dropping her forefinger from his chin to his cock, Taryn drew the pad of her finger up the length of his shaft, gathering the slippery wetness up to the swollen, almost purple head of his erect dick. She swirled it over the plum-like top of his pulsing erection, savoring the oil-on-velvet sensations.

"Poor baby," she purred. "But you're so very good, Darrian — you delayed the gratification of the incredible release you would have had just then." She slid from the cushion to the floor, crouching in front of him. Licking the lingering taste of his pre-cum from her finger, Taryn said, "When you finally come, it's going to be even more intensely pleasurable than what might have just happened." She leaned in to kiss him before rising from her crouch and stepping to the side.

"Chest on the cushion, Darrian," she directed, patting the sofa in front of him. "Get comfortable and spread your knees so I can reach under you to play with you."

As he positioned himself, Taryn again picked up the bottle of lubricant. She popped it open and tipped the bottle at the top of his ass crack. Squeezing out a generous glob that began rolling down into the valley between his parted cheeks and toward his exposed asshole, she quickly added some more lube into her palm. Closing the bottle and dropping it to the floor, she reached the palm to his hard shaft and closed her fist around it while at the same time cupping the fingers of her other hand and pressing them between his cheeks to trap the lube and begin smearing it across his asshole.

"Oh, Jesus!" Darrian exclaimed, his words muffled into the sofa cushion.

Toying with him like this was insanely hot, Taryn found. She had him trapped between her two hands, sexually stimulating him with both.

While she adored the feeling of stroking a man's cock, doing it at the same time she was stroking his asshole only ramped up the excitement.

Another mini-orgasm hit, and she paused momentarily, shivering through its brief duration.

Darrian would have none of the delay, though. He impatiently humped into her fist, groaning in frustration.

His desperation to come, his excitement at what she was doing to him — they were driving her crazy. 

She stopped petting and massaging his asshole in order to slide a finger inside him up to the first knuckle.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god," he gritted out, the words almost unintelligible as he moaned into the cushion. Turning his face to the side, he exclaimed, "Shit, Taryn! Damn! You're making me feel so-"

She slid in farther.

He gasped in shock and surprise, drawing in a big breath that was both a the sexiest moan she had ever heard and a clear entreaty for her go deeper.

Taryn wisely refrained, feeling him flutter around the finger she had impaled to a teasing length. At the same time, his cock jerked ominously, and she slid her fist to the base of it and clamped down tightly, denying even the hint of release.

It was insanely exciting to have him in her control like that, knowing she was creating a desperate need in him to come because she was teasing herself into his virgin opening and at the same time stroking his dripping cock toward an explosive climax.




Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 02



Her firm, orgasm-denying grip on his cock still in place, Taryn slid her finger home.

She immediately feared he would lose it, and she would be powerless to stop it. He pushed his face into the cushion and moaned loudly in frustration as his asshole clenched at her finger, surprising her at how tightly he could squeeze it. Becoming perfectly still — even to the point that he stopped breathing — Darrian endured what Taryn realized was a cruel denial of a massive orgasm.

_Oh, lord! Is this hot!_ she thought, not daring to move a muscle herself as Darrian's moans devolved into whimpers and he remained motionless, rigid. _He's so ready for me to fuck him, and I'm so ready to do it, that I can wait no longer to bend him over the arm of this sofa and fuck his brains out_.

After several more seconds of breathless anticipation, it seemed Darrian had succeeded in stopping yet another orgasm. Her finger still in his ass, she eased her grip from the base of his cock.

An immediate dribble of pre-cum mixed with what surely must have been cum leaked from the end of his dick, dripping onto her carpet as his cock twitched and jerked. He sagged into the cushion in exhaustion, his asshole relaxing around her finger.

THAT was the most mind-blowing thing Taryn had experienced all night.

It was Darrian's unmistakable signal he was ready for her to fuck him in the ass.

She eased her finger out slowly then used her hand to gather excess lube from between his cheeks. Smearing it on his asshole, she again penetrated him, feeling him open to her second invasion, accustoming himself to the feel of her penetrations.

Taryn finger-fucked him.

How exciting!

Extracting her finger again, she rolled that finger plus another through the slipperiness between his cheeks. She pressed her middle finger on top of her forefinger and clamped them together, preparing for her next penetration.

Darrian was going to take two fingers in his ass.

She pressed at the entrance of his crinkled opening, feeling it yield. At a slow, steady pace, Taryn slid her fingers in, watching in growing arousal as they disappeared inside of him.

His moans and groans added to her desperation to fuck him with her strapon.

But first she would hold two fingers inside his warn, snug anus, feeling his sexual desire for her from the inside out.

He turned his head to the side and looked at her.

"Taryn! Please! You have to fuck me right now or I'll go crazy!" he implored, his asshole squeezing her fingers then relaxing only to squeeze again.

"Tell me again, Darrian," she said in a husky voice, jiggling her breasts as she spoke, knowing he could see them with his head turned to look at her. "Tell me one more time what you want while I have my fingers inside you."

Maybe it was because this was the first fantasy with her new toy set-up, but this was by far the most intense man-fucking scenario Taryn's imagination had ever devised. Never had she been such a tease. Never had she talked so dirty to the guy she would fuck. Never had she toyed with him for so long, made him wait in such desperation. 

Never had she turned herself on more.

"God, Taryn! You know what I want!" he sputtered, now rising up on his elbows and craning his neck to look fully into her face. "I want you to strap yourself into that dildo, and I want you to fuck me in the ass until I come!"

She pressed her fingers as deep into him as they would go, watching his eyelids flutter as she did it.

"What about me?" she asked, thrilled at his request but wanting to hear the words she knew would add even more excitement.

"Oh, shit, baby!" Darrian exclaimed. "Plow my ass good until you come, too!"

He emphasized the request with a tight squeeze around her fingers.

She leaned in to kiss him as she slowly withdrew her fingers from his now thoroughly lubricated asshole.

Rising from beside him, she patted him on the ass and said, "Just relax for a minute, baby." 

Taryn walked to her bathroom to wash her hands but was too excited to delay for even one second what she knew was coming. Stepping back into the living room while still in the process of drying her hands, she said, "Your cock is so pretty, Darrian. Stand up and let me see it while I put on my harness and dildo." Advancing to the sofa, she draped the towel over the arm then picked up the harness.

He rose slowly, stiff from his time on his haunches and then his knees. His erection had not abated, however, and with every move he made his cock bobbed sexily in response.

Taryn could not draw her gaze from it as she strapped into the harness then retrieved the dildo in order to fit it through the ring at the crotch and get everything tugged and snugged into place.

As a result, the two of them stood facing each other, hard cocks at the ready.

Hers was a non-human shade of pink, a pretty shaft of plastic that nonetheless sent a clear message it was capable of delicious penetration.

His was definitely human, throbbing in excitement, and sending a clear message the man to which it was attached was crazyhot to get fucked in the ass.

She picked up the bottle of lube from where she had tossed it on the floor and then backed into Darrian where he stood. The satisfying feel of his erect cock pressed against her back and her butt told her she was properly positioned.

"I know you're right-handed," she teased, turning her head to look at him with a grin. "So hold out your right hand and let me pour some lube into it."

He nuzzled her neck as he did so.

"Mmmm, yeah, baby," she replied, squirting a generous amount of lube into his upturned palm. "That feels nice."

In reply, Darrian, nibbled her ear lobe.

"Now stroke my cock the way you masturbated for me a few minutes ago," she purred, tossing the capped bottle of lube to the sofa.

He closed his fist around her cock, whispering into her ear. "You'll never really know what this feels like," he said, his fist now stroking up and down her strapon, "but take my word for it, Taryn. It feels fucking fantastic."

He continuing stroking her cock as he pressed his own into the back of her. Reaching with both hands behind her, she planted them on his hips, gripping them to immobilize him as she pressed back into him harder.

The sensations of his hot breath on the back of her neck and his stiff cock trapped between the two of them as it pressed against her mixed into sublime pleasure for Taryn. Knowing the dildo Darrian was now thoroughly lubing would soon slide deep into his asshole only added to the intensity of the scenario.

"I'm sure it's good and coated now," he said urgently.

"You're eager for your fucking, aren't you?" she answered.

"Taryn, if you don't fuck me this very instant I'm going to jack off right now until I come, and I promise you it won't take more than a few strokes," Darrian replied.

She knew he meant it. He was desperately hot and bothered and aching for a long-denied orgasm.

"Go lean over the arm of the sofa," she said, her words clipped and hurried but leaving no doubt he was to comply immediately. Her tone becoming softer and more sensual, she continued with her instructions. "Then back your ass up and spread your legs so I can reach around and help you out when I start fucking you," she said, surprising herself at how much her directions sounded like something she'd heard in a favorite man-fucking video.

Darrian scrambled into place, his eagerness evident in every movement, and each one of those movements caused his stiff cock to bob and twitch.

She walked to stand behind him.

Then Taryn just stood there, amazingly turned on by the sight in front of her and savoring every aspect of the scenario: Darrian's sexy ass, upturned and eager; her dildo glistening with lube, upthrust from her crotch and ready to sink into him; the insanely arousing thought of what was going to happen next . . .

He wiggled his ass.

"God, I want this so bad," he growled as he extended his arms to grip the cushion of the sofa. "Fuck me, Taryn. You've got to fuck me right now or I'll go crazy!"

She stepped forward and spread his asscheeks.

He moaned.

Maneuvering into position behind him, it took a few seconds to get into the proper stance so her dildo was lined up nicely at the entrance of his asshole. Slowing inching forward, the end of her strapon nudged first slightly above the entry point then nudged slightly to the left before it found its mark dead center.

"Oh, my god!" Darrian groaned, and Taryn knew she had found the right spot.

She leaned into him, and the tip of her strapon slid in.

He gasped.

She pushed into him deeper.

He gasped again, this time moaning and raising up on his elbows.

As she continued to slide into him, Taryn reached around and found his hard, throbbing cock, and she closed her fist around it, pressing into his back in the process and sliding the dildo all the way home.

Darrian was completely impaled on her strapon, and she had his stiff erection firmly in her grasp.

It took a few seconds to get the rhythm right, but in short order Taryn was stroking him in a reach-around handjob as she fucked him in the ass.

His increasingly urgent moans let her know he was going to come soon, and she released his cock in order to grab onto his hips with both hands and fuck him in earnest, focusing now on her own pleasure, drinking in the intensely arousing sight of her strapon sliding in and out of his asshole, feeling pleasurable ripples created whenever she banged against his flanks.

"Oh, shit!" he groaned, dropping back to the sofa cushion.

It was a huge turn-on to see him grasp at the cushion, crazy to dig his fingers into something, anything, as he tried desperately to cope with the intensely pleasurable sensations Taryn was creating in his ass, in his cock, in his entire body. The sight pushed her closer to her own orgasm.

"Aaaarghh," Darrian screamed into the cushion as his cock erupted, spurting ropes of cum into the towel Taryn had draped over the arm of the sofa. He jerked up, stiff-arming the cushion, panting in arousal as his entire body shook.

That did it for Taryn. 

She slammed tight against his ass and ground her hips into him, squirming as her own orgasm rippled in waves through her, top to bottom then bottom to top. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself tight against him in a near black-out of sexual bliss.

Extracting her mind from the fantasy scenario that had its grip so tight on every one of her sexual senses, Taryn somehow managed the thought that she needed to ease up, that she might be pushing into her new sextoy so hard that she would snap the suction cup off the end of it.

It was nearly impossible to have any other thought as she stood up on shaky legs, sliding her dildo out of the toy and stumbling backward in total exhaustion. She collapsed into a chair, her breathing ragged, a deep flush across her collarbones and the top of her chest, her pussy still spasming against the crotch of the harness and the base of the dildo.

She was covered in a light sheen of perspiration, the exertion of the fantasy and the corresponding physical motions she'd been replicating in real life exhausting her.

It was several minutes before she recovered, a light chill settling over her as the sweat evaporated from her body, prompting her to rise from the chair and drag herself into the bathroom to begin the process of unstrapping the harness and pulling out the dildo to drop into the sink for a thorough washing.

That would all have to wait, however. Taryn could do nothing after fantasy-fucking Darrian's sexy ass but crawl into bed, draw the covers up under her chin, and sink into a satisfying, but exhausted, deep sleep.



Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 03



The muscles in her hips she had pressed into use as she fucked fantasy-Darrian the night before were actually sore the next morning as Taryn went through her gym routine.

It was a delicious soreness. 

She looked forward to exercising those muscles so they wouldn't be sore.

Taryn was ready.

She just couldn't find a guy to peg.

So it was good ol' dependable Cory, squirming and moaning and gasping as her imaginary strapon cock plunged into his sexy, imaginary asshole, that frequently served Taryn's man-fucking desires. Cory and a nice complement of other men, some of them plucked from pegging videos, some of them pressed into service on their backs even though the pictures of them on her monitor showed them seated or standing or crouching or bending or reclining sexily on a couch just made for sexplay.

And true to the research findings she had read in the book, Taryn was aroused by the pretty, hard cocks on each of them as they looked back at her through the photographer's lens.

She loved their pretty eyes that went along so nicely with their pretty cocks! 

She loved the freedom she had given herself to enjoy looking at every inch of their erections, to delight in the arousal of gazing lustfully at their naked butts, imagining how hot and sexy it would be to grab those firm bottoms, to squeeze and fondle them, to pry those sexy cheeks apart to expose their private openings.

And now she truly loved seeing their pretty assholes, too, finding those hidden, private openings arousing in all they offered, all the possibilities they provided for her fingers, her strapon, and even — as the surprising yet thoroughly arousing make-believe sensation of pressing her lips around fantasy Darrian's exposed asshole had proven — even her tongue.

("Rimming," as she discovered the activity was named, is something Taryn was certain she never would have thought about doing before she added strapon fucking to the mental movies she enjoyed while masturbating. But her fantasy-fuck with Darrian had confirmed that it sure as hell turned her on now.)

Before her revelation, Taryn knew she would have instantly put into the "Eewww!" category any shot of a nude guy on his knees, his chest pressed to the floor, his butt upturned with his cock and balls dangling between his spread legs, his eager asshole displayed completely and intentionally in the picture.

Now, that kind of picture always triggered for her an imagined entreaty from the guy thus positioned: "I so-o-o-o-o want you to play with me, Taryn! Please fuck me with your strapon. It will make me come so hard for you!" She always preferred that such pictures be preceded by pictures of the guy in other poses that let her see HIM, see his eyes, his face, his body — but when the picture of the guy came into view that showed his private opening, it was so hot, so primal, such an enticement to the crazysexy role reversal she wanted so badly to experience, that she looked forward to such poses in photo sets of handsome, naked men.

Those kind of shots were few, but she loved finding them!

If those pictures managed to show both the guy's asshole and his eyes as he looked into the camera, Taryn would often clench her thighs in an immediate, involuntary reaction. Inventive photographers and flexible guys could make this position look natural in shots of over-the-shoulder gazes back at the camera by a guy on his hands and knees. Her favorite pose — and how very fervently she wished the photo set of Cory had included it — was a naked man straddling a chair with his back to the camera, the chair turned around so he was resting his forearms on top of the chair's back as he looked back toward the camera. 

He would be scooted back on the seat of the chair, his pelvis tipped forward as he leaned his torso forward, too. The result was a beautifully spread ass, firm, toned cheeks in full view, strong back muscles sweeping upward to his shoulders, his neck craned around so his pretty face turned to look backwards at the photographer.

To look at the woman viewing the picture.

To look at Taryn.

And his expression always said to her, "Yes, I want you to look, Taryn. I want you to see where I'm desperate for your touch, your tender caress, your teasing penetration. I'm open and vulnerable like this on purpose so you can see how much I want you to take me, how much I want you to slide inside me and fuck me until we both come hard."

Yep. That was a fantastic pose! She didn't find it often, but when she did, it always made an impression.

_What if I were the photo director for a sexy layout with a naked man? thought Taryn_. _What if I could put the guy into any pose I wanted?_

_I would undoubtedly have to spend a lot of time in the photo session to get that particular shot j-u-u-u-s-s-t right_, Taryn thought, giggling to herself.

"Can you lean forward a little more, Cory? Yes, that's it. I can see more of your pretty asshole like that. This is such a sexy pose, and you are so handsome and hot and exposed in this position, and . . . oooh, darn — you leaned a little too far. Let's do it again."

Fantasy Taryn was having all kinds of fun in her role as photo director.

"Please don't be embarrassed, Cory. At least for this photo shoot, we don't want any embarrassed expressions in the pictures. We need our readers to believe you have no worries about how exposed you are, about the fact you're showing them your most private opening."

Then, in these Taryn-as-photo-director masturbatory scenarios, she would say to the naked male model who was being paid to follow her every direction, "We need your expression to say to our readers, 'I'm showing you because I want to open up completely for you. I want you to know how desperate I am for you to slide your strapon inside me and make me come.'"

And watching on the screen of her fantasy-mind as the handsome, nude model positioned himself in a shameless display of every millimeter of the most private part of his gloriously naked ass while he looked at the camera with sexy eyes and an expression that conveyed exactly what Taryn directed invariably produced a wonderful orgasm.

Naked men on the Internet. Hundreds of young, sexually eager men on campus. Those male professors at the gym (including at least one who was not married, as she learned one evening when he held the gym door open for her, left hand extended out across the horizontal press-bar to keep the door from closing while she walked through). Guys sitting in their window seats on flights down to Southern California, their gazes idly tracking the passing scenery out the window as Taryn watched them, wondering what they might look like naked as she passed the time on her monthly trips to a SoCal university where she was collaborating on a research project.

Handsome, nude male models in her imagination taking direction obediently no matter how exposed they were as a result . . .

Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink.

Then someone threw her a lifeline.

And — wouldn't you know it — coincidence struck again, and again it was on the TriMet.

A copy of the university's student newspaper lay on the seat next to her. Looking for a way to pass the time as she commuted home at the end of a long day at the end of a long week, Taryn picked up the newspaper, skimming quickly past stories about the building renovation on campus, the upcoming talk in the student union by an author known for environmental advocacy, and the latest loss by the university basketball team.

Then, on the inside back page, she came to the small ad. The business, billing itself with the tagline, "Intelligent fun in the bedroom," was one Taryn recognized as a regular advertiser. Portland was a pretty progressive town, the university included, and sex shop ads in the student newspaper were old hat.

But this ad was different from others she had seen. It listed a series of upcoming "workshops" to be held at the store:

--Get your kink on: First-timers and light bondage. --G-spot orgasms: Fact or fiction? --Role play for couples.

Each class listing was followed by a couple of sentences about "course content."

Then:

--Pegging: Convincing him, convincing her.

The description that followed read, "Strapon sex play between women and men is becoming more common for one simple reason: IT FEELS GREAT! Ladies, if you've ever wondered what it would be like to trade places with your guy, and gentlemen, if you've ever wondered whether your girlfriend or wife could learn something new that would totally rock your world, then this is the class for you!"

Taryn read the ad three times, checking to make sure she wasn't misinterpreting, wasn't misreading.

"Check out our website for more information," was the notation at the bottom of the ad, followed by the URL.

Taryn folded the newspaper and slipped it into her valise.

She went straight to her computer after tossing her keys on the table and locking the door of her loft behind her. There was additional information about the classes on the shop's web site.

She'd visited the web site once before, and considered going there to browse through the merchandise — the shop looked clean, classy, safe, well lit, and it obviously catered to that subset of the general population who didn't snicker at sex play between consenting adults who enjoyed erotic fun in their bedrooms.

But it occurred to Taryn that going there to purchase a dildo or a vibrator or any piece of merchandise might not be wise. What if a student in one of her classes was working there! It would surely be too tempting to gossip with friends about "kinky Dr. Roberts" coming to the store for any student in her class to refrain from spreading such a juicy story.

The anonymity, prices, and selection at amazon trumped such a risk easily, and she had not been back to the site since.

Now, though, was this information about next week's workshops, taught by a female blogger whose mission, as quoted in the write-up about her and the class, was to change the world, "one ass at a time," by helping women and men discover the joys of pegging.

The write-up also included the link to the woman's blog, a site, Taryn found, that housed lots and lots of information about pegging. The "pegging expert" would be up from Southern California on a visit the following week and would be teaching her 2-workshop series about female-to-male strapon sex. There would be a beginner's hour-long workshop followed after a break by a workshop for those more practiced in the activity.

_More practiced in the activity!_ thought Taryn. There would be couples there who had been doing this erotically mind-blowing kind of sex for . . . who knew how long!

Maybe there would be single guys there who had done it, who liked it.

Who wanted more of it.

Then her hesitance about going to the shop returned. What if someone from the university were there and recognized her?

Well, they would be just as compromised as she would be, Taryn reasoned. That would not, however, eliminate the risk of someone in one of her classes being there as an employee or going to the class. For college students to work at a sex shop or go to such a class wouldn't raise any eyebrows, but a student there who saw a divorced female professor from the mostly male engineering department at a strapon class in the local sex shop . . .

That would definitely crank up the rumor mill.

But — damn! — the chance to learn more about strapon fucking a guy. The chance to talk to women who had done it instead of simply reading blog postings (which held no tone-of-voice or facial-expression clues about whether you could believe what the bloggers had written). 

Simply being around conversation about female-to-male strapon play would be sexy fun!

And who knew what kind of things would be talked about during the workshops. Maybe she would hear guys who'd had it done to them talk about why they liked it and what they especially liked for their female partners to do when they fucked them with their strapons.

Surely she would hear and see a couple ask something about strapon sex, knowing the woman had fucked the guy in the ass and they had both loved it!

Simply imagining the class was enough to dampen Taryn's panties.

How could she not go?

The woman's site who would be teaching the class contained all manner of information Taryn did not know about pegging a guy, about the different kinds of strapons (double-enders?!), about toxic toys (was the dildo she bought toxic?), about how — exactly and in precise, excruciatingly exquisite detail — to slide a strapon dildo into a man's lubed-up asshole.

This reading was exciting not just because she knew it would help her in her first pegging session (and in all others, for that matter), but because the topics discussed on the site, the acts described, the advice given in order to give a man an orgasm ten times more powerful than he had ever experienced — all of it was incredibly sexy because it was all about the act Taryn was desperately horny to consummate.

How could she not go?

What if she were recognized?

How could she not go?

The pegging expert's web site indicated there were classes in the city where she lived in Southern California, but those classes were two months in the future. Two months! The class in Portland was next week!

The following Thursday night, Taryn went to the shop promising "intelligent fun in the bedroom," timing her arrival for five minutes after the advertised start of the beginner's strapon workshop, figuring it wouldn't start exactly on time. She would thus avoid having to mingle with the other workshop attendees beforehand, thereby minimizing the chance someone would recognize her, but not jeopardize the chances of catching every juicy detail shared in the workshop.

Deciding on a nondescript sweatshirt and well-worn but still nice jeans as starting points for a disguise that could be disavowed if someone did recognize her, Taryn tried to make peace with her decision to go. 

So what if someone recognized her?

Then, losing a bit of nerve, she decided she needed to do a little more to avoid recognition. The lack of make-up helped (she took care with her appearance on campus, never overly made-up — a no-no in the academic environment — but always nicely presented, except when at the gym when no make-up was a requirement). Finally, she pulled her normally shoulder-length chestnut hair back in a pony tail and tucked it through the opening of a plain brown ball cap.

It would have to do.

She was not going to miss this opportunity to learn more about the sexual obsession that had been frustrating her for months while at the same time providing so many exciting masturbatory sessions, always capped with lovely orgasms.

Taryn slipped into a chair on the back row just after the beginner's workshop began.

"So what are you hoping to find out tonight?" asked the woman leading the workshop.

No one was shy. Four hands went up immediately.

"I want to know why a guy like my boyfriend, a totally hunky, masculine kind of man, wants me to do this to him," said a black woman who looked to be in her thirties. "I mean, why? What I want is for him to pick me up in his strong arms, carry me to the bedroom, toss me on the covers and just do me until I see stars!"

The teacher and all the attendees laughed.

It was going to be a fun workshop, Taryn thought.

The teacher, a long-legged redhead seated comfortably on a loveseat at the front of the room, replied. "Oooh, aren't you the lucky one! A hunky, manly man who wants you to do him in the ass with a strapon." The woman paused for effect. "That is so-o-o-o hot," she said, a wry smile forming on her lips.

More questions. More interesting, enlightening, fun and sexy conversation. It was easy to see many people were there without their partners, coming for information because they had been surprised by an intimate request for pegging and didn't know anything about strapons and how a woman could use one to fuck a man.

Other people (Taryn guessed maybe 30 people were in attendance) were there as couples, anxious to find out how to "do it right" so they didn't hurt their partner, or how to choose equipment, or where to find good pegging porn.

(_Good luck with that_, thought Taryn when hearing the question, having learned in her own pegging porn hunt that the ratio of BDSM, humiliation strapon videos to sexy, both-partners-loving-the-act videos was at least nine to one. But the woman leading the workshop had some good answers.)

Then came the question Taryn knew would be asked. It was the number one concern women had about guys who wanted to be pegged according to the workshop leader's web site.

"Does this mean he's secretly gay?" asked a young woman who looked the part of the quintessential farm girl transplanted to the big city: long blonde hair, freckles, big boobs, and speaking in a halting voice, barely audible.

The teacher was well prepared for that question, definitively erasing the notion that wanting to be pegged meant a man was gay.

The hour rushed by, and near the end, the woman pulled an assortment of pegging paraphernalia from a suitcase next to the little sofa where she sat. She spoke to the pluses and minuses of each piece of equipment, then followed with two stories of anxious, cautious, yet eager couples who took what they learned from the workshop back to their bedrooms and then wrote into her blog to report success and excitement about their first strapon fuck.

Then, in what for Taryn was the highlight of the beginner's session, the workshop leader — also an author of erotica — closed with a story of her own that stoked everyone's desire to go home that very night, women strapping into their dildos, men offering up their asses, and both parties exploring the hottest, most erotic, most intimate ways to give each other sexual pleasure.

"I am not one to kiss and tell," the woman began, settling back into the sofa, "but I will share a little bit about how one handsome man approached me for pegging information," she began, settling back into the loveseat. "He was a guy who'd been masturbating with butt plugs but had never been pegged." The workshop leader paused, smiling broadly at the group. "Can you guess how hot I find it to peg a virgin guy, one who's already worked at preparing himself, one who knows having an experienced lady initiate him is going to be the most intensely pleasurable sexual experience he can possibly imagine?"

Having read the woman's blog-posted stories, Taryn was nervous but excited as the author began her tale. Already revved up as a voyeur to the night's exchange of information about her favorite, though yet to be experienced, sexual activity, Taryn couldn't help but lean forward in her seat to catch every word. 

A regret flitted across her mind as she adjusted her pony tail and squirmed a bit, trying to get as comfortable as possible to listen to the story. _Too bad I don't have a recorder_, Taryn thought. _I would LOVE to hear this story at home where I could masturbate as I listened_.

The workshop leader did not disappoint:

"It was at a conference where sex-positive people gather to hear experts, writers, researchers, porn stars — you name it — share information about sex. This gorgeous man at the conference had pretty brown eyes with the longest lashes I'd ever seen on a guy, and he was so nicely dressed in a tan t-shirt covered by a navy blazer. He wore jeans and smiled shyly when I caught his eye."

Leaning forward conspiratorially on the sofa, the woman brought the audience into her confidence: "All the ladies at the conference were hitting on him." She smiled and leaned back, continuing her tale. "I really wanted to see him naked. He looked delicious!" she laughed, extending a long leg in front of her and turning slightly in her seat.




Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 03



_Oh, no_, thought Taryn. _She's going to tell us how she seduced this guy, and it's going to get me hot, I know it_.

If at that moment Taryn had been a subject in the research described in the book that had launched her journey of finding and enjoying pictures and vids of naked men with hard cocks, the plethysmograph noting the presence of lubricating juices in her pussy would have lit up like a Christmas tree.

She squirmed again in her seat.

"And then this yummy man approached me, saying he recognized me from a panel I'd done earlier that day. He wanted to know if I could answer some questions he had." The woman's eyes defocused a bit, something Taryn picked up on because she was so enthralled by the story. Suspecting what the tale portended, she was watching the workshop leader intently, as if staring at the storyteller would help her hear better. 

"I told him I'd love to chat, and that maybe we could find a quiet corner somewhere. He said that'd be great because — oh, and I have to tell you that what he did next was just about the sexiest thing he could have done, and it got my juices flowing immediately — he said the quiet corner would be great because he was a little embarrassed about asking me these questions. And then he blushed. He blushed!"

The woman laughed, easy with the memory and easy with the act of telling this arousing story.

"There is nothing, and I mean nothing, sexier than a nice guy — one who's definitely not in that category of men who troll for any woman with a strapon because all they want is selfish pleasure — there is nothing sexier than a nice, handsome, in-shape, eager man who wants to be pegged but who is shy about asking for it," the woman said, putting her hands beside her on the sofa cushion and stiff-arming herself forward just a bit.

"That got me so hot I wanted to rip off his t-shirt right there and run my hands over his chest while I devoured his mouth."

The room was completely quiet, every ear tuned to the speaker's words.

"We found a table tucked into an alcove in the hotel restaurant, and he asked the waiter to bring me whatever I wanted to drink and munch on, and that he'd have hot green tea. What a gentleman!" The woman leaned forward and said, "Ladies, don't you love being taken care of by a gentleman? This guy was pushing all the right buttons for me."

_Me too!_ thought Taryn, unconsciously licking her lips at the word-picture the speaker was painting.

"Then he asked the first question, and I knew the crotch of my panties was going to be wet very quickly." Again the woman paused for effect, masterful in her tale-telling.

Taryn held her breath, waiting for the woman to say what Mr. Sexy Guy's question was.

"He said — and his voice was barely more than a whisper, and he was fidgeting when he talked to me, explaining that it was truly a stretch for him to be speaking about this with anyone, let alone a complete stranger, but that because of 'my line of work'," the woman paused, grinning, "he figured I'd heard it all before and that he believed I really did want to give good advice to guys like him — he said he'd been masturbating for a while with butt plugs because it felt really good, but now he desperately wanted to get pegged because he knew having a woman do that to him would be incredible. The problem was, even though he had no trouble getting dates since recovering from his divorce three years earlier, he had no idea how to bring the topic up when he found a lady he might be interested in pursing a long-term relationship with."

The woman stood up, adjusted her slacks a bit, shaking out one leg briefly, and said to the audience, "I have to get really comfortable to tell the rest of this story," she said, smiling and clearing her throat with a knowing nod.

The workshoppers all laughed, knowing exactly what she meant. They were eager to have her turn them all on with her erotic storytelling skills.

Taryn knew she was turned on. _How hot would it be to have a guy tell me he had been masturbating while he had a butt plug snugged up his asshole, preparing himself for the time when he'd be lucky enough for me to fuck him with my strapon?_

It would be too hot to think about right now, she realized as the workshop leader resumed her story. Taryn did not want to risk getting lost in her own X-rated daydream and miss even one word of the erotic tale the audience was listening to.

"Well, I ask you," the woman said, continuing with her story, "what would you have done if you were in my place?"

That comment brought a wave of laughter from the audience. Ms. Bawdy Storyteller was entertaining them royally and sexily.

"I could not resist the temptation of teasing him into more sexy talk, into saying things that would bring another blush to his handsome face." She then said in a stage whisper to the workshop attendees, "That just gets me so wet."

More laughter. More permission to proceed — immediately — with her sexy story.

"'So,' I said to him, 'tell me more about using your butt plugs. How long have you been sliding them into your asshole as you masturbate?' This adorable man blanched immediately. Damn! That was so sexy. I knew he was going to stumble through and answer every one of my questions after he forced out his response. He said he'd been doing it for several months."

The scenario the workshop leader was painting was really having an effect on Taryn: A handsome guy in a quiet corner of a nice restaurant admitting that he wanted to be fucked with a strapon and asking her how he could make that happen? It was almost a stereotypical set-up for a porn vid about pegging. But imagining herself in the speaker's seat at that restaurant table would be something Taryn knew she'd think about during her next masturbatory session.

"Hmmm," I said to Mr. Wants-to-Be-Pegged, "what size plug are you using now, and tell me what you do with your plug. How do you use it when you stroke your cock?"

Oh, damn, thought Taryn, this story is going to get really, really hot, she thought eagerly.

"The plug he said he was using was one I knew about, and it was-"

The woman interrupted herself, looking left to the end of the sofa where her suitcase of demonstration pegging equipment lay. "I think I actually have that model with me," she said, shooting the audience a we'll-all-pretend-this-is-a-coincidence glance. Reaching into the suitcase, she extracted a butt plug that was, while not overly large, certainly a step up from a beginner's toy.

"So I knew right then that this delicious man was a pegging virgin who was," she paused, holding up an index finger, "one, eager for his first strapon fuck and," she added a second finger to her digital count, "two, totally prepared to open up and invite every inch of my favorite double-ender inside his sexy ass."

_I SO-O-O-O want to find a guy like that!_ thought Taryn, crossing her legs yet again as she listened to this sexy tale.

"I was such a naughty tease with this guy," the workshop leader continued, placing the butt plug back in her suitcase. "Under the ruse of being an expert who was ultimately going to give him advice about how to ask a lady to peg him, I had him describe how he masturbated. I watched him blush, seeing his pretty eyes dart nervously around the room and at the table, trying to look at anything except me as he forced himself to tell me what he liked about sitting on his plug, how it felt inside him and whether he knew if it reached his prostate, how hard his cock was when he slid his butt plug in, how he worked up to the plug he was currently using, and other sexy details that just kept turning me on more and more."

Taryn knew that later that evening, after she got home, she would be re-creating in her mind the scene the speaker was describing. And she would be masturbating as she did it.

"Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I leaned over the table toward him and said his name softly, demanding his attention with my whisper."

Ms. Master Storyteller paused, reaching one hand to her neck, rubbing lightly behind her ear as she drew out the dramatic silence.

"'I'll make you a deal,' I said, holding his gaze, 'I'll give you step-by-step instructions on the best way to approach most women about having them peg you if you'll come with me right now up to my room, let me lube your sexy asshole and my strapon, have you lie back and get comfortable, and allow me the pleasure and honor of giving you your very first strapon fuck.'"

The audience was holding its collective breath.

And holding . . .

And holding . . .

"What happened?!" an exasperated guy in the front row blurted out after several agonizing seconds of silence from the storyteller. The group laughed nervously, but in a way that it made it clear everyone wanted to know what happened next.

"He did not look away, his gaze searching mine for a deliciously long time, and then he said softly, 'I would like that very much.'"

The audience sighed in relief, Taryn included.

_What a life this woman has!_ Taryn thought.

"I'll leave you to your own imaginations, ladies and gentlemen," the workshop leader said, "as I am not one to describe my own intimate encounters, even with guys such as this one, who was a one-time pegging encounter and whom I've never seen or heard from again."

"Tease!" said one of the female audience members, and everyone laughed.

The sexy story concluded the beginner's workshop. There was a half-hour break before the advanced workshop began, and people drifted to a small table of refreshments or chatted pleasantly (much laughter!) in small groups, or went straight to the area of the store where the proprietor had created a special display of all things related to pegging: lubes, dildos, harnesses, DVDs, even a richly illustrated book titled, _The Kama Sutra of Strapon Sex for Couples_.

It took Taryn all of a 10-second flip through the pages of the _Kama Sutra_ book to know she was going to buy the book right then. There were line drawings of couples engaged in strapon play interspersed with text explaining the positions, what worked best for certain kinds of stimulation, and so on. But it was the center pages of full-color pictures of a handsome couple, totally nude save for the strapon and harness the woman was wearing, that demanded Taryn's attention.

The guy was so hot, so buffed, so dreamy, and the woman doing him was trim, toned, and all natural — no fake boobs, no overplumped lips, and no ridiculous make-up. This was a natural couple who looked like they were sharing a truly intimate connection as they made love, him the receiver, her the penetrator.

The things they were doing!

His gorgeous, hard cock!

His firm, rounded glutes!

The inventive positions they were in!

The look on his face as she plowed his ass!

Taryn had seen many pegging pictures and many videos, but this book, with its pictures so explicit and at the same time so intimate, was like nothing she had encountered. It was like a coffee table book dedicated to her favorite obsession.

She closed the book quickly, not wanting to see one more picture because she wanted to turn to each page at home, comfortable (and nude) with all the time she needed to study the images, to imagine herself in the woman's place, to look at the expressions on the man's face as the woman slid her strapon dildo — a pretty, pink one, Taryn noted, guessing its size to be about seven inches long — inside the totally hot guy's willingly offered asshole.

As she headed to the check-out area to make the purchase, Taryn's imagination was racing, spurred on by the quick glance at the pictures that would not leave the mental screen of her mind. Distracted by her daydream, she almost bumped into the evening's guest expert.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said to the woman who had minutes before teased the attendees with her sexy story.

The woman turned to face her, smiling. "No problem." Glancing at what Taryn clutched in her hand, her smile broadened. "One of my favorite books. I think you'll enjoy it."

Looking sheepishly down at the book in her hand, Taryn said, "Yes, I'm pretty sure I will." 

The woman laughed, leaning toward Taryn with her reply. "We'll both pretend we don't know what that means."

Seeing the blank expression on Taryn's face morph into recognition and then into nervous embarrassment, the woman said, "I'm pretty forward, you can tell, huh?"

Taryn just nodded, relieved.

"I have the book myself, and I can tell you it's one of my go-to sources when I want to, well, uhm, shall we say, 'Engage in a bit of alone time'?"

That broke the ice pretty definitively as far as Taryn was concerned.

"It does have some lovely pictures," she said, smiling.

The woman picked up Taryn's invitation for more conversation. "There's a picture in that book of the guy his back on the vanity in the bathroom, his hands gripping the edge of the counter, his knees drawn up and his head tilted back with the most arousing expression on his face. The woman has grabbed onto his thighs as his ankles are over her shoulders, and she's looking at herself in the mirror while she slides her strapon into his beautiful ass."

Taryn had not seen that one.

"That picture is so hot to me for some reason," the woman said before pausing a split-second to continue with, "like the other pictures aren't hot," followed by an expression that told Taryn exactly how much irony the woman was pouring into her comment. "It was responsible for two of my orgasms during masturbation month."

During her presentation earlier in the evening, the workshop leader — now chatting pleasantly with Taryn like the two of them were at some mundane event, killing time with idle talk — had told the group about the origins of masturbation month and how she celebrated it each year with blog postings describing what pushed her over the edge to orgasm during that day's masturbation session.

"Have you ever pegged a guy?" the woman asked.

Now more at ease about the conversation, Taryn replied without hesitation. "No, but I really would like to try it."

"Trust me. You'll like it."

They grinned at each other.

"No, you'll love it!"

That comment was the opening Taryn wanted: a chance to talk to the pegging expert about making her fantasy become reality.

"I guess the fact I'm here for your workshops kind of proves the fact that I expect I will love it," Taryn said, smiling. "But I am so eager to do this with a guy, to see how it feels and what it's like with a real man instead of just practicing with my strapon and fantasizing I'm with a man who is loving what I'm doing to him."

"How do you practice?" the workshop leader asked, reaching for the book in Taryn's hand. "I mean, how would you practice doing something like this if there weren't a guy to be sexy with?" She pointed to a page with a picture of the couple demonstrating guy-leaning-over-coffee-table-woman-behind-him position.

Taryn took the book back from the woman, now comfortable enough with her conversation partner to reach for it, while saying, "Please, I don't want to see any more pictures until I'm home."

They both laughed.

"But I actually have practiced that position, though not with a double-ender. I only have a flare-based dildo for my harness."

Feeling like an initiate who'd just received her journeyman's license to peg after being in the woman's workshop earlier, Taryn was delighted to find the lingo rolling off her tongue with such ease.

"So, do you pile up pillows in front of you and practice thrusting into them or something?" the woman asked, slight puzzlement on her face.

"No," Taryn responded, laughing, "though I did do that early on, before I found the male masturbator with the locking clamp on its base."

More puzzlement from the workshop leader, now leaning forward to gently touch Taryn's elbow and indicate with a nod of her head the area of the shop where the chairs were set up for the audience. "Why don't we sit down for a few minutes to talk. I definitely want to hear more!"

Taryn was delighted at this display of interest from the evening's featured speaker.

After they sat down, Taryn described the masturbation toy she'd bought, how she'd found multiple surfaces around her loft to which the device could be fastened, and how she then was able to practice her strapon-fucking movements in various positions.

"It has worked out pretty well, I think," Taryn said, "but I won't know, of course, until I get the opportunity to use my strapon with a man." Noticing the woman's continued expression of interest as an invitation to more talk on the subject, she elaborated. "You know, I've found it really difficult to find decent pegging videos, and one of the reasons that so many are bad, apart from all the BDSM and humiliation and sissification stuff that I'm just not into, is that the women are so obviously unpracticed-"

The workshop leader interrupted gently. "You mean because they look stiff as boards, moving their entire bodies from hip to head as if they're bolted upright and don't have flexible spines?" she asked with a grin.

Taryn laughed. "You've noticed?"

"That's what I mean about us ladies needing to practice to get used to having a cock and using it in the way guys are so natural with," the woman said. "It sure sounds like the set-up you've described would've helped me before my first time with a man."

"Now that I've been in your first workshop session and heard your advice," Taryn replied, "I'm eager to get a double-ender and try using it with my practice toy."

"I am fascinated," the workshop leader said, placing her palms on her knees and leaning back slightly. "It sounds like what you have devised is an inventive solution to the practice problem I have described often: wielding a cock and screwing a man just aren't natural movements for us women, and we need a way to get that sexy, rocking and gliding motion down pat before we slide our strapons into the first male ass we penetrate."

This woman certainly had no compunctions about speaking frankly, but Taryn loved it — the topic was her favorite, and she felt proud the expert was complimenting her on her creativity in finding a good way to practice strapon fucking.

"You know," the woman said, the gears turning in her mind obvious to Taryn, "this practice solution of yours might mean your first time out with a guy could be successful even if you're using a double-ender." 

Now THAT was the biggest compliment she could have received from the pegging expert.

Taryn knew she'd be back at the pegging paraphernalia display that evening, searching for the double-ended dildo the workshop leader had indicated during the first session was her favorite.

"Yes, it's really important to me that the first time I peg a guy should be good for both of us," Taryn said, reaching down to lean the book against the leg of her chair as she continued her conversation with the evening's featured presenter. "There's a guy I've been out with a few times, a professor at the university, and I-"

"Let me guess," the woman interrupted. "You're a professor, too?"

Taryn nodded.

"Just something about you," said the woman. "You're obviously a professional woman. You speak well. You come across as extremely intelligent." 

Flattered, Taryn said nothing. 

It was strange. Such a comment from someone else who worked at her university, or any other university, would have been demeaning. Sexist, even. But from the workshop leader, it was a compliment.

Why was that?

"In my experience, guys of a certain type are attracted to ladies like you . . ." the woman paused, quickly grinning, ". . . ladies like us!"

They both laughed.

"Guys attracted to you will probably be guys who aren't the ones just looking for the strapon and not the woman wearing it. That is, if they know they want to get pegged."




Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 03



"And if they don't know it?" Taryn asked. "You see, that's exactly what I'm the most anxious about. This man who also teaches at the university is someone I've just begun dating, but he's definitely someone I'm interested in continuing to date. He's funny and intelligent, and he has a nice body — something I noticed the first time I saw him at the gym."

Reading the woman's continued expression of interest, Taryn pressed ahead: "I guess the first thing I want to learn about him is all the normal and exciting — wait, what's the term you use?" she asked the woman, but continued on after immediately remembering the discussion during the first workshop, "all the normal and exciting vanilla sex stuff that I know I'll always adore," she said, finishing the sentence. "I mean, if our relationship progresses and he's maybe THE ONE-" Taryn rolled her eyes at her own use of the cliché, "-well, I would not want to jeopardize that by blurting out I'm dying to use a strapon on his sexy ass and then be rejected, maybe even lose him because of what I said I want."

"Trust me," said the woman, "you are not a blurter."

The woman leaned toward Taryn, placing a hand lightly on her forearm.

"But you have a legitimate concern. I know of stories where just such an inquiry ended the relationship."

"So you see my dilemma," Taryn said.

"All too clearly. And I'll give you the same advice I give to anyone, male or female, about bringing this topic up. If you're with a compatible person and you've both discovered you're okay doing some other kinds of sexual play that might be considered not so vanilla, but not as adventuresome as strapon sex, then the natural progression in the relationship means it's probably okay to ask to peg or be pegged."

Taryn's blank expression begged for more explanation from the woman who was fast becoming her pegging mentor.

"Just imagine all the fun you'll have along the way before you ask this man to engage in strapon play," the woman said. "Remember the workshop conversation earlier about fingers during a blowjob as a perfect first step down the future pegging highway?"

"And what if during all that fun I fall deeper and deeper in love with him and then he dumps me because I've crossed some line that instantly splits us up?"

After a reluctant sigh, the woman took a pensive tone, chewing her lip for a moment before replying.

"It's a chance you have to take, is what I've decided," she said. "It happened to me once, and I hated it, but I realize now it was the best thing."

Taryn shifted in her seat, a brief wave of anxiety passing through her.

"But how sad would it be," the workshop leader continued, "if the person you love is also the person you have to hide an intense sexual desire from? How sad if he doesn't accept you and all the ways you want to play together?"

The woman leaned forward, lowering her voice to reassure Taryn this conversation, having taken such a private turn, would not be overheard. (The other workshop attendees were respecting the one-on-one discussion, thankfully.)

"If it doesn't hurt your partner — at least, doesn't hurt in a bad way," the woman said, smiling gently, "then your partner should at least be non-judgmental, even if he ultimately says he just doesn't want to get pegged. Then you know not to bring it up again and you have a choice: you can stay with him, knowing your pegging fantasies will always be just that, or you can decide you'll look for a friend with pegging benefits, or you can end the relationship and move on."

Taryn's crestfallen look was plain on her face. She looked down at her hands, clasped with nervous fingers interlaced, fidgeting.

"Please don't think I'm saying you have to give up! Goodness, no! You will have to decide if you're going to take the risk, but it's worth it. It is s-o-o-o-o worth it. After all, your handsome professor may at this very moment be at home, sliding a butt plug inside his sexy ass, and masturbating to fantasies of you doing him with your strapon."

The comment lightened the mood immediately, and Taryn grinned, hopeful optimism working its way back into her countenance.

Noticing a couple lingering a respectful distance away but obviously eager to speak with her, the workshop leader rose from her chair but leaned down to make one more comment before departing to talk to other of her fans. "Oh, when you have that discussion with your lucky professor, there's another option you'll have besides him saying yes and the two of you pegging your hearts out, him saying no and you staying but with pegging always just a fantasy, him saying no and you then trying to find a friend with pegging benefits, or you ending the relationship."

Taryn looked up from her seat inquisitively.

"You could get a referral _from_ a friend who _has_ a friend with pegging benefits."

With nothing more said, the woman left to mingle with the couple and then the other workshoppers.

_Huh?_

Was she implying she has a friend she occasionally pegs that she would introduce me to? Taryn wondered, a small ripple of excitement causing a slight flush across her collarbones.

_Is there some guy she knows who isn't a lover or a partner but who enjoys getting pegged and who himself isn't in a committed relationship?_

What the workshop leader's comment portended had Taryn's mind doing backflips:

A man to peg with no strings attached?

A nice guy willing to meet for a pegging encounter just because he liked it? (The assumption about the man made sense to Taryn: surely any friend with pegging benefits involved with the workshop leader — herself an intelligent, fun, grounded human being — would be a nice guy.)

True, their conversation had centered around her options if her relationship with the new man she was seeing evolved successfully to the point of a pegging conversation, but . . . what if-

_What if it were possible to practice-peg a guy BEFORE I do it with the man I'm in a relationship with?_ thought Taryn.

Holy freakin' shit!

The concept hit Taryn square in the solar plexus.

And then it slid right down to her pussy.

Damn!

The first workshop of the evening had included comments from the pegging expert about guys going to a pro for their initiation into pegging if it was impossible to find a woman who would do it or to convince a girlfriend or wife to engage in strapon play. The idea racing around Taryn's mind right now was a version of that, an idea she had never considered: It would be the woman — _her_ — being the one "going to a pro" for an initiation to strapon play.

The thought was delicious: the workshop leader (or _anybody!_) introducing her to a guy who liked to get pegged and who would enjoy bending over for Taryn and helping her learn the subtleties of man-fucking in a way no amount of practice with her male ass substitute mounted to a countertop or shower wall would ever allow.

That would be amazing! And knowing there was no relationship on the line, no worries about anything except learning how good it would feel to finally fuck a man with her strapon and learning first-hand with a naked guy the general guidelines for man-fucking — how fantastic would that be!

"Hands-on practice is always the best way to learn anything," Taryn recalled her aunt telling her once when she was teaching Taryn how to make a cherry pie.

_Auntie has no idea how much I agree with her advice right now_, Taryn thought, smiling to herself.

It was so-o-o-o-o important to her that the first time pegging her partner — knowing by then things would have progressed to the point that she really cared about him, about continuing the relationship — should be a fantastic experience for both of them. If she were good at it, and could guide him, urge him into positions that would all feel good but in different ways, then his first experience taking her strapon, and her first experience fucking him, would be much more likely to be a resounding success.

And that they would continue.

Practicing on a guy first, a man in whom she had no relationship interests other than him being her pegging sextoy and a guide from the male perspective about strapon play, had so many positives and only one negative.

How the hell could she get such a referral?

The workshop leader's last comment to her . . . did it mean she might actually . . .

Shaking her mind from its vice-like grip on the idea of somehow arranging a practice pegging session, Taryn gathered her purse and the book and walked briskly to the pegging merchandise display in the shop. She was eager to get one of the double-ended strapons the evening's speaker had identified as her personal favorite before that model was sold out.

It was going to be an intensely satisfying evening when she got back to her loft, Taryn knew.

Those pictures in the book . . .

A new strapon, this one built with the same ability to invade the tight recesses of an eager male asshole but also possessing the ability to stimulate her G-spot while she fucked the man who would be writhing in pleasure on the other end of the dildo.

Could she even wait through the second workshop before rushing home with her purchases?

Taryn was glad she did.

The sexy talk continued in the session after the break. Seated again in the back row, her bag of purchases now tucked underneath the chair along with her purse, Taryn eagerly listened to every discussion on every topic: the best way to ensure orgasms for both partners, more tips about toys and using them, excellent and detailed descriptions and explanations about the male anatomy and how to stimulate it (from anus to perineum to cock and balls and the holy grail of male arousal, the prostate), more information about positions and techniques.

One of her favorite topics was the psychology of strapon play. She had never considered what it might do to her perspective about sex, about gender roles, about expanding her sense of self and, importantly, allowing her partner to expand and accept his sense of himself.

But it made sense. Taryn remembered what it felt like the first time she had strapped into her dildo. Seeing her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the stout and unavoidable visual of an erect phallus protruding from her crotch, had felt empowering, different.

It had triggered some deeply atavistic, primal urge that must exist in both genders to thrust their hips, to seek a sexual coupling and enter the other — to unify somehow, at least physically, with another human being.

Such a feeling would surely be magnified during a strapon encounter.

What would that do to her mind, to how she considered the intimacy of sex? What would it mean for regular male-female interaction in her bedroom between her and her man after their initial strapon coupling?

"Men have told me how much they have to trust their partner to open up and surrender themselves to being penetrated," the workshop leader said during the evening's second session. "And that's easy to understand, right, ladies?" she asked, a wry smile crinkling the sides of her eyes slightly. "We women have had to trust our partners for our whole lives, but the mind trip of giving up control to your lover and letting _her_ fuck _you_ is something that can take a guy by surprise."

Taryn had never reflected on the male psychological perspective of getting fucked in the ass.

It had always been so very arousing, so exciting and powerfully erotic to think about doing a guy with her strapon, to see it in pictures and videos, to fantasize about it as she masturbated to orgasm, that she had not yet delved deeper than the pure sexiness of the act, the pure physical enjoyment and intensely satisfying orgasms the fantasy dependably produced.

"And so many women have told me their men are more, uhm, how should I say this?" the workshop leader mused during this part of the evening's second session. "Uh, I guess these women mean their men are more sensitive, more caring, more . . ." Pausing for a brief second, the woman then snapped her fingers and said, "More intimate! Women often report their men are more intimate with them after they've been the ones on the receiving end of penetrative sex."

Having read this on the woman's web site, it wasn't new information for Taryn, but hearing this side benefit of pegging a male partner described out loud somehow had a stronger impact than reading it.

_Damn! The incredibly erotic pleasure of strapon-fucking my guy AND the pleasure of more dreamy snuggling too?_

Could sexual perfection come wrapped up in a prettier bow?

Taryn was so-o-o-o-o glad she had come tonight.

She would come tonight at home, too. Probably multiple times, armed now with new pictures of strapon sex between a handsome couple, a new strapon dildo whose construction would let her experiment with G-spot stimulation while sliding the shaft of the toy into her pretend male asshole, and a new perspective on even more strapon sex benefits than just the crazysexyhot orgasm-inducing thrill of man-fucking.

A sort of follow-up to the first workshop involved some additional information about ensuring the man's comfort, especially if he's a pegging virgin. The evening's initial exploration of that topic intensely interested Taryn because she was so eager for everything to be fairy-tale perfect the first time she used her strapon. Assuming the guy might be a first-timer, all tips about techniques to make the act comfortable and intensely pleasurable for her partner were important to her.

But after the conversation with the evening's guest speaker during the break, Taryn listened with a slightly different perspective. The woman had said Taryn's practice set-up might mean her first pegging would probably be quite successful, even using a double-ender. That comment now made Taryn realize she might be comfortable enough with all the pegging motions that it could be easy to rush ahead during the act, over-eager for the orgasm she knew would be incredible the first time she pegged a man.

In the intense sexual arousal of seeing the shaft of her strapon poised at the entrance of a man's asshole, Taryn realized she would be sorely tempted to plunge into him in a single, rapid thrust in order to bury her dildo deep in his ass so she could immediately begin fucking him.

"It is so-o-o-o important, ladies," the workshop leader said at one point during the second session, "to go very, very slowly during the initial penetration with your strapon. Don't even think about using your strapon until after you've warmed him up and relaxed him in other ways."

_Keep talking_, thought Taryn, hopeful the woman would pass along multiple inventive ideas about playing with a naked man in prelude to fucking him.

"As I mentioned in the first session tonight, a gentle, slippery massage of his anus is always a nice warm-up," the woman said, tossing her hair with a slight neck twist before leaning forward on the love seat. "Might I now further suggest, ladies, that 'gentle and slippery' also apply as perfect adjectives for the kind of massage possible with your tongue?"

The woman had just punched another of Taryn's dying-to-do-it buttons, one of the buttons she didn't know existed before her introduction to the scientifically substantiated reality of female lust for hard male cocks and tight male buttocks.

Only after accepting the rightness and inevitability that sexually aroused men were supposed to stoke the fires of her own lust did Taryn allow even the thought that new and previously unthinkable ways of turning a guy on sexually would be a turn-on for her, too.

Coming to that realization created a welcoming acceptance that tonguing a man's asshole would get him crazy hot and would contribute to producing the wonderful visual of his hard, throbbing cock.

And seeing his hard, throbbing cock, she knew, would get her crazy hot, too.

She had added rimming to her pegging-related want-to-do-it list shortly after fully embracing the idea that sliding the shaft of a strapon cock deep inside a man's asshole was the most sexually arousing act she could imagine. Her fantasy-fuck of Darrian's ass right after she got her male masturbation sextoy only confirmed it: she found it incredibly arousing to imagine tonguing his asshole as he moaned and squirmed in her grasp.

"Don't even get me started on how exciting I find it when a guy moans as I tongue him," the woman continued. "Then, when he's adjusted to the sheer naughtiness and sexiness of what I'm doing to him, he always lets me know with his body that he's ready for the next stage of his strapon initiation."

It was another of those tease-'em-then-please-'em points in the pegging expert's delivery. She hesitated before continuing, smiling to let her audience know she would quickly reveal the next stage of male pegging readiness as a reward for their patience.

The proverbial pin-drop would have thundered throughout the room during the woman's pause.

"He relaxes his asshole and he pushes back, sending an urgent message that he wants my tongue deeper inside."

_Dammit_, thought Taryn, squirming as she drew in a breath, realizing the woman's commentary had again created one of those hold-your-breath-in-anticipation moments. _I guess there's no way the ad in the paper could have described what's happening here tonight, but it would have been nice to know ahead of time the talk was going to be pulled from my personal fantasies_, she thought.

She realized the ad could not have come with one of those parental advisory-type stickers: "Warning! Taryn Roberts' personal masturbatory fantasies of strapon man-fucking, cock-sucking, finger-in-asshole play, rimming, and naked-male-with-erection-on-display will be discussed. Plan on wearing extra-absorbent panties."

"This relaxation and invitation is maybe the most important thing to be sensitive to when you're about to push your strapon inside him, as well," the workshop leader said. "Remember the two sphincters we talked about in the first workshop?" the woman asked the group. "When you enter him the first time, you have to pause just after the tip of your strapon presses beyond that initial ring of muscle. Once you're at that point, you must stop and let him adjust."

This was truly expert advice!

"Recall your explorations with your finger. You've felt him open that first door as you massage his anus, but then you know what happens as you continue to slide deeper — you go through a second door before you're inside his warm, snug rectum."

Damn!

"The shaft of your strapon is a lot thicker than your finger, ladies, so you have to go slow, you must give him time to adjust. He must be ready and willing to open that second door, so just hold off on your eagerness to plow into him!"

Giggles rippled through the audience.

But Taryn realized this was incredibly important information in light of the pegging expert's suggestion that Taryn's pegging skills during her first man-fucking session might be fairly accomplished. Pushing through Door One and then immediately through Door Two would be so easy to do, so tempting.

She would be desperately horny in that moment to fuck the man!

Now Taryn knew she must rein in her desperation in that critically important moment — it was vital for the man's comfort and arousal.

After more informative talk about successful male virgin-fucking, a middle-aged man in the audience, someone who was obviously there with his wife, said, "The sight of my wife strapped into our favorite toy is just about the sexiest thing I have ever seen." His statement prefaced a question: "She seems a little embarrassed to let me look at her that way, though. We've talked about it, and she knows I like to see her like that, but there's still some kind of shyness that stands in her way."

"You are a lucky woman," the workshop leader said to the man's wife. The compliment brought a small smile from the woman everyone now knew was embarrassed by having her husband gaze at her while wearing their favorite strapon dildo.




Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 03



The tenor of the evening, however, and the pegging expert's deft handling of conversation during the first workshop, had put everyone at ease. No one took offense at such revelations or made any judgments. The quickly coalescing sense of community among the attendees meant everyone had a we're-all-in-this-together feeling, and the evening's proceedings had erased concerns about frank talk.

"Let me offer you a suggestion," the workshop leader said to the wife. "Arrange for a photo shoot, and get some beautiful, sensual pictures of yourself wearing your harness and strapon. Then spend some time looking at how hot and sexy you are, your pretty face and figure on display for your guy."

She then turned her head slightly to look at the husband, saying, "And you, you lucky man, should arrange everything for the photo session — find the photographer, book the session, pay for it — and then sit at home while your lovely lady is having these wonderful pictures taken, knowing she's in front of the camera wearing the sexiest outfit you've ever seen, in front of a backdrop and in lighting that is going to professionally create beautiful results that both of you will treasure."

The surprised expressions on the couple's faces were as obvious to the audience members sitting close by as they were to the pegging expert offering the advice. The speaker was ready for the reaction, though, quickly addressing follow-up comments to the wife.

"I know, I know — you think it'll be impossible to have such pictures taken if you're shy about how you look to your husband when your strapped in," she said. "But let this suggestion percolate for a while. I can almost guarantee you it will grow on you, especially when you realize there are professional photographers who do this sort of work, who are familiar with all the challenges created by camera shyness and who know how to support and reassure reluctant gals or guys in front of their cameras."

The advice was intensely interesting to Taryn. She had been indulging her recently discovered photo director fantasy. It had been great fun imagining a photo shoot with a nude male model, directing him to produce an erection and then coaching him into positions designed specifically to expose his luscious hard cock, firm butt, and sexy, hidden asshole.

In her fantasies, she would extend those poses for minutes at a time, something supposedly necessary to get everything just right for the picture, but really just a ruse allowing Taryn's salacious gaze to linger on every millimeter of the model's deliciously embarrassed exposure.

"I did this recently," the workshop leader said, "and it was a wonderful experience. I treasure the pictures. They are so sexy! I just love them, and it'll be a really lucky guy who gets to see them." She grinned broadly, continuing: "I can just imagine it. We'll be at the point in our relationship when he's only then admitted his agreement that pegging is something he wants to try, and at that point I'll show him a couple of shots — I know just the ones — whispering in his ear that I can't wait for him to see in person what he's looking at in the pictures. I'll tell him I can't wait to model for him, watching him play with himself in anticipation (he'll be nude when I do this, of course!). I will move and glide like a sexy panther during the show I'll put on wearing my pretty pink dildo. I'll purr comments about the nasty things I'm going to do to him, demanding his attention because he knows he's going to feel me slide inside him very, very soon."

_Oh, yeah_, Taryn thought when hearing the evening's speaker share information about the sexy photo shoot, _I need to add another kind of photo shoot fantasy to my library_.

_I can think about being the subject of a photo session, maybe with a handsome male photographer who gets turned on by seeing me in my strapon . . ._

The cost of the evening had been money well spent. Taryn had new fantasies to populate her masturbatory sessions, a book full of beautiful, sensuous pictures of a handsome couple engaging in strapon play, and a new strapon that might stimulate her G-spot during man-fucking practice (and the real thing!). In spite of all that, she was nonetheless disappointed when the second workshop ended.

She wished it could go on longer!

The inevitable congratulations and thanks were offered by most of the attendees as they huddled around the pegging expert, saying things like, "This has been so helpful!" or "It was such an affirmation to hear that we're like other couples who are into this," or "I can't tell you how eager I am to get back home to my husband and let him know I will happily peg him silly, and that I'm so sorry to have held out on him for so long."

Taryn hung back, trying to look busy, browsing through a display of cock rings adjacent to the area in the shop where the chairs and the love seat were set up. She kept an eye out, though, to see when everyone was finished talking to the woman who had earlier confided an enigmatic suggestion to her.

Finally, the last couple thanked the woman and drifted away toward the shop's exit. The night's featured speaker placed the suitcase full of toys on the loveseat and began to arrange them inside so the lid would close completely and securely.

"Uh, excuse me," Taryn said, leaving the cock ring display and stepping closer. "I really want to thank you for all the fantastic information you shared tonight."

Having finished her chore, the woman zipped up her suitcase and turned to look at Taryn.

"It was my pleasure. I always enjoy sharing information about pegging. It's what I do, my passion, my enjoyable task in life."

Smiling, Taryn replied, "You do it well, too! I have so many thoughts and ideas rolling around in my mind right now as a result of the things you said."

"Let me give you a piece of advice I wish I'd heard years before I decided at age 50 to just forget about propriety and enjoy all the things that get me sexually aroused, even the ones I discover to be surprising," the woman said. "Celebrate your unique turn-ons. Indulge your sexual cravings. Be safe, of course, but if something gets you hot, if something — anything — seems like it could make you wet, then go for it. And that includes pegging. Absolutely includes pegging."

Taryn looked down briefly, stalling for a second to work up the courage to ask what had been tormenting her since the woman's oblique reference to a pegging referral during the break earlier that evening.

"Uh, when you, um . . . you know . . . said one of my options after a conversation about pegging with my partner could be finding a friend with pegging benefits or getting a referral to such a guy, I wondered how I could ever get a referral if I found myself needing and wanting one. I mean," Taryn said, still clumsy with her words, "how on earth could I ever bring up pegging with any girlfriend, and what are the chances I'll ever have a girlfriend so into pegging that she does it on a casual basis with a guy friend?"

The workshop leader cracked an endearing smile, then laughed heartily.

"Say no more, Taryn! And did I remember your name correctly?"

Taryn nodded.

"I'll make you a deal. If you'll email me a detailed description of your pegging-practice set-up, attach pictures and include the link where I can find this intriguing toy you've been using to develop your pegging skills, I'll ask a guy I know who's truly a free spirit, really nice, in great shape, and who gets together with me every now and then for outstanding strapon sex, whether he'd be interested in personally experiencing the skills of a pegging newbie who's been extraordinarily inventive at devising a unique way to practice pegging."

Her jaw dropping at her good fortune and the pegging expert's generous helpfulness, Taryn closed her mouth and swallowed, hardly believing she had heard the woman's offer correctly.

The woman laughed again. "Call it an investment in research," she said. "If my friend reports your technique is good, then I'll be able to share an important tip with my female readers and listeners. There are many women who worry about their first time screwing a guy with a strapon, and if your practice solution works well, I want to let everyone know."

A goofy grin pulled the corners of Taryn's mouth upward, and she almost gushed out her thanks. "You don't know how very much I appreciate it!"

"I think I do," the woman countered, grinning herself. "You've been a naughty girl, Taryn, with your fantasizing and your practice pegging with your sextoy — and I'm guessing you've had lots and lots of delicious orgasms as a result, right?"

Taryn nodded again.

"Well, there you have it," the workshop leader said. "You've done all this while devising an exciting new way to practice pegging and you haven't shared your discovery with anyone, have you?" She folded her arms in mock disapproval.

"Busted," said Taryn, smiling.

"So you've been naughty, but now maybe you have the chance to correct your misdeed."

They laughed, knowing they both had been play-acting a scenario to make talking about the sexy affair the woman was proposing totally acceptable because it was simply friends exchanging favors.

"You would have to come to my neck of the woods for the meeting," the woman said, watching for Taryn's reaction.

"Not a problem," was the quick reply. "I'm in Southern California at least once a month for a research project with a colleague at a university there."

"Bet you've never packed your strapon dildo and your harness on one of those trips, though, have you?" the woman asked, nodding toward her suitcase full of pegging paraphernalia.

"No, you're right about that," laughed Taryn.

"Check your bag, and don't be surprised if there's a note inside when you arrive saying TSA searched it in order to examine suspicious contents that, after further inspection, revealed no weapons or banned items." Sighing, the woman continued, saying, "That happens to me occasionally, but I laugh it off, imagining a couple of lecherous TSA agents got their jollies looking at my pegging equipment."

This was something Taryn had never considered about traveling with a strapon dildo and harness.

"It would be worth it, though, to experience your first pegging session, wouldn't it?" asked the woman, holding back a smile.

"So-o-o-o-o worth it."

"Then we have a deal. Let me give you my card. It has my email address on it."

As the woman walked to her purse to retrieve the card, Taryn's mind raced with the realization of what had just happened.

She was going to peg a guy!

It was going to be a nice, in-shape, pegging-experienced guy!

It was going to be a practice session with no strings, no relationship issues to worry about, nothing but the primal, sexual pleasure of strapon-fucking a naked guy, hearing him moan, seeing him squirm in pleasure as she plunged her strapon deep into his ass, having him give her a pointer or two that would make her future pegging sessions more likely to be fantastic for whatever guy she was lucky enough to reach the pegging stage with.

She was going to peg a guy!

"Here you go," said the woman, snapping Taryn from her reverie.

Taking the card from the woman's hand, she said, "Again, I cannot possibly thank you enough for-"

"Don't keep thanking me for something that will give me some really good information to share about pegging," the woman said with a grin, interrupting Taryn's effusive litany of gratitude. "Do you have a card?"

Realizing she should have already produced it to exchange for the woman's card, she fumbled into her purse, juggling her bag of purchases in the process. Finally digging out the little case in which she carried her business cards from the university, Taryn extracted one and handed it to the woman.

"I'll email you all that information as soon as I get home," she said, replacing the little case into the recesses of her purse.

"Tomorrow is plenty soon enough," the workshop leader said, a knowing smile on her lips. "After all, you may have some things to distract you when you get home this evening."

She glanced at the bag of purchases Taryn clutched along with her purse.

"I guess you're right," Taryn admitted with a sly grin.

"I know I'm right," the woman said, laughing. "Own it, girl! Go home, get comfortable, prop that book up so you can see the pictures easily and turn the pages with only one hand-" the woman turned her head slightly and pursed her lips in a knowing expression "-and give yourself a big, fat orgasm that will relieve the build-up of these workshops!"

Taryn could think of absolutely nothing to say in response to the bawdy suggestion of what her night would be like when she got home.

But she knew it was dead-on accurate.

"Okay. Tomorrow, then," she finally said, a little giggle verifying the woman's estimation of her activities when she got home. "And the workshops were fantastic!"