Chapter 2

“Just unzip them,” I whispered

She did, reached inside and tugged. Freed, my strapon popped from the fly. I smiled, thinking of the picture I made. The latex cock was the color sometimes referred to as “flesh”. I used to have a black dildo, but I don’t want anyone to mistake me for a male, or think I want to be one. I may be butch, but I’m a woman. The cock stood out from my body, thick and long and my soccer mom could not tear her eyes from it.

She licked her lips and then ran her tongue over the full, mushroom shaped head. The slit on the tip was real, concealing a channel leading to a surprise I planed to give her later. Tempted as I was to reveal the secret now, I restrained myself. I put one hand on her golden curls and pushed her open mouth onto my cock.

Maybe not surprisingly, she could suck some strapon. I find that generally married women are the best at that. I watched her lips slide down the latex shaft and her cheeks hollow as she inhaled. The base pressed back into me, the knurled part of it rubbing my already throbbing clit. Holding her head firmly, I began to pump my hips, seeing how much of the eight inches she could take. After all, other than the pressure back onto me from the base, the most stimulating part of having someone perform oral on my strapon is the sight of her doing it.

To my distinct pleasure, she could take all of it. Her nose touched me and she never gagged, even when I thrust forcefully down her throat. Once again, as my pleasure rose, I was tempted to give her the surprise. But I didn’t. I wanted to use it elsewhere. And right now I wanted to fuck her. I stepped back, pulling the dildo free with an audible “plop”. She started to protest and then fell silent.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I told her. Her gaze still riveted on the dildo bobbing in front of me, she complied. Standing in front of her, I watched her heavy breasts wobble, the more so because her breath was coming in short, fast gulps. I walked around her and her head twisted as she followed my movements as long as she could. Then I was behind her and knelt between her legs in the sand.

I ran my hands along her back. Leaning forward I began to massage her shoulders. She relaxed a bit, only to stiffen up as the head of the cock pressed against her leg. Still wet with her saliva, it slid along the inside of her thigh, equally damp from the juices already flowing from her pussy, until I felt her gasp as it parted her labia. I took the shaft in my hand and rubbed it against her, positioning it.

Pardon me, but this is the part I really glory in. I’m about to fuck not just a “straight” woman, but a married one. I can’t resist leaning over her nude body while I’m still fully dressed. There’s no doubt who is in charge, but I want to rub it in.

“What do you want?” I whisper in her ear.

“Please,” she moaned back.

“Please? That’s not an answer.” I pressed slightly with my hips, lodging the very tip of the cock head inside her. “What do you want me to do?” I grasp her hips, preventing her from pushing back onto the dildo.

“Fuck me,’ she managed to gasp in a strangled gasp. “Fuck me now.”

She asked, I answered. Retaining my grip on her padded hips, I thrust forward, pulling her back at the same time. In one long smooth motion I buried the length of the strapon into her.

She muffled a cry. I held deep inside her, moving my hips around, allowing the shaft to wiggle around in her pussy. The pressure against me felt good. I looked at where my ebony body met her white one and began to slowly pump in and out of her. My hands itched to spank the full ass cheeks they were gripping but I restrained myself. No leaving marks on someone who was involved, be they straight or gay, married, involved or partnered.

Instead, I concentrated on the way her ass jiggled in the moonlight with each thrust. I ran my hands under her. I leaned over her and cupped those generous breasts dangling under her. The nipples were hard against my palms and I squeezed them carefully.

The blonde under me was rocking back to meet me. “More,” she whispered.

Never let it be said I leave a request like that unanswered. I began to speed up. My thighs were braced against hers and I was plunging in and out her. I tried to go deeper each time, until I was grinding myself against her, using short hard jabs of my hips to fuck her, and to fuck myself. I was building quickly to an orgasm, and from the sounds coming from her, she was doing the same.

Now I had a firm hold of her hips again and was really sticking it to her. The slapping sounds our bodies were making together added to the excitement. I didn’t know if she had ever been fucked by another woman and I didn’t care. All I cared about is that I was fucking her now.

She whimpered. She cried out, and didn’t muffle it very well. I drove into her again and reached down to the balls attached to the base of the dildo. I squeezed them and filled her with the concoction of lotions I had bought from the shop where I purchased the strapon.

She reared in surprise, as I expected she would, even as she came. I was exploding too, but still in the grip of the frenzy that seizes me at times. I pulled the spurting dildo from her pussy and dribbled the ersatz cum on her ass.

Her head slumped to the blanket. My hands held her ass up in the air. I looked at the dark puckered hole winking up at me, already wet from the fluid dripping from my cock. I took the latex cock in hand and pressed the head against her.

“No, wait, I’ve never done that before.”

“Really?” I’m sure the astonishment I felt came out in my single word answer.

“You’ve never let your husband fuck you in the ass?” I was floored. I often take my lovers in the ass. I enjoy the feeling of control it gives me, the feeling that she is surrendering.

“No, never,” she replied.

I shrugged, leaned over, caught up a hand towel and gave it to her.

“You might want to use this to smother any squeals.” With that I pushed the dripping head against her and began to slowly lean forward. I firmly grasped her hips, allowing my weight to gently stretch her anal ring.

I had to be careful. By no means am I a rapist. If she demanded that I stop, I would. I hoped she wouldn’t. I could already feel her anal ring beginning to give way. My hands roamed over the fullness of her ass. She tensed for a moment and I stopped pressing. Then her head lowered to the blanket and a sigh of acceptance reached my ears.

As much as I wanted to pound the latex cock into her, I took my time. Inch by inch the dildo disappeared into her stretched opening until I rested against the smoothness of her ass. I gripped her hips and began to slowly rock.

At first I merely moved the cock around inside her. Then, as she relaxed even more, I began to pump, in short little strokes of my hips. Each time I pressed against her the base rocked back against me. My breathing grew faster and so did the jabs I was giving her. Each time I drew back a bit further and each time it seemed like she was lifting her ass higher in the air to offer it to me.

Then I felt her beginning to push back each time I thrust into her. Her head was off the blanket and she was bracing her arms to accept the girlcock and give it back into me. I heard grunting, and realized it was both of us. I was going hard now, slapping up against that cute ass with every stroke and she was giving it back to me so hard it was about to drive the base of the strapon completely inside me.

I was seriously fucking her now, and she was seriously fucking me back. Twice my hands started to smack those wobbling ass cheeks and twice I reined myself in. No matter how much I wanted to spank her, I have that rule. You NEVER leave marks on someone who is involved with someone else. I don’t care if they are straight or bi or as queer as me, whether they have a husband, a wife (yes, you can do that where I live), a Significant Other or whatever. And then I was arching to drive the shaft of the strapon all the way into the farthest reaches of that tight, no-longer-virgin ass and she was smothering screams of pleasure into that handy little towel. I squeezed one more time on the balls and emptied the rest of the liquid into her. After all, why not give her the full experience?

She crumbled under me and I crumbled on top of her. We rested long enough to get our breath back. Then I gently pulled up and back, removing the once more dripping dildo from her ass. I gathered her up into my arms and held her tightly before kissing her gently on her forehead, both eyes and then her mouth. She rested in my embrace for several minutes before her eyes popped open.

“Oh God, what time is it?” I held up my arm and she gasped when she was the time. With barely another word she hastily threw her sundress and panties back on, picked up her flip-flops and started to leave. She stopped and turned to me.

“I, I, I don’t know what to say,” she stammered.

I smiled and leaned back on my hands. “Then don’t say anything. It was fun and now its over.”

She nodded and scampered off to pick up her kids or whatever she needed to do. I had thought about slipping one of my business cards in her dress but had decided not to do that. I don’t need complications. Besides, she would remember me. I grinned. And her husband wouldn’t know why, but I bet he would be thanking somebody when she finally offered him what I had opened for the first time.

You know, I never did ask her name. But I thought about her all the way back to the city and my shop. Who needs names when they’ve seen blonde hair and a plump nude body in the moonlight?

(Thanks as always to Marian, my lovely and patient editor for her corrections, suggestions and her stern reminder that one comment in the original draft was not only misleading but was in fact wrong. Thanks for keeping me, errrrrrr, “straight” as it were. Any errors are solely my responsibility as I never stop redoing a story up till the time I submit it. And usually after.)