Are those what I think they are? I asked myself.
I stared at the three black, long, cylindrical rubber tubes. They were smooth yet very firm. Each one had a flared end that strongly resembled a man’s cockhead.
Danny took the smallest one in his hand and showed it to me up close.
“This is six-inches long and three-quarters-of-an-inch in girth…you’re going to love this, Sweetie…hold on to the edge of the counter…yes, that’s good…now move your legs back-keep your hands on the counter-yes, good…now spread your legs wide-no, wider-yes, perfect!”
I had mindlessly obeyed his instructions until I found myself in what I considered to be an extremely obscene position: bent-over at the waist with my legs open as far as they would go, my weight supported by my hands on the counter.
I had seen enough gay porn to know this was how men positioned their boys when they wanted to fuck them in the ass.
Oh my God-oh my God-oh my God…
Danny playfully slapped my buttocks then reached in the drawer and produced a jar of K-Y jelly.
“D-Danny-I mean, Darling, I don’t know about this…please, I, uh, I’ve never done anything like this…Darling, please…”
“Sweetie…” he said softly, “…I will never do anything to harm you…anything I think you can’t handle…do you trust me, Sweetie?”
It was a question with only one correct answer.
“Y-Yes, Darling,” I said softly, “…I trust you.”
I stared into the mirror before me and saw him standing behind me: The rubber tube in one hand, as he coated it with lubricant with the other.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on my hands and waited. I resigned myself to my fate.
He’s already had his finger inside me a couple of times, I told myself. This won’t be so bad.
I felt the tip of the tube press against my anus. It was slick with jelly. He slowly, and very gently, massaged my anus with it. I took a deep breath when he increased the pressure. I tried to keep myself open for him, but my sphincter instinctively tightened.
“You need to relax, Sweetie,” he said.
I tried to loosen myself, but my sphincter had a mind of its own.
Without warning, he pinched a buttock hard-a surprised yelp escaped from my mouth, and in one smooth and persistent motion, he pushed the head of the rubber cock inside me.
He didn’t wait for me to get comfortable. He kept pushing it deeper inside my asshole. I held my breath until it was all the inside me. For a moment we both stood very still.
I was pleasantly surprised how quickly the small amount of pain I’d felt went away. Now all I felt was some discomfort at having this foreign object deep inside me.
I concentrated on my breathing; I slowly inhaled then exhaled, and I found the discomfort had vanished as well.
Then I felt it moving inside me. He slowly withdrew it until just the flared head was inside me, then he pushed it back inside my asshole. My prick jumped and twitched; I began experiencing brand new sensations-sensations that caused my head to begin floating on clouds. My mind fogged-over.
OH MY GOD-THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!
My hips began to move on their own volition. I heard him chuckle behind me but I didn’t care. I began pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts.
“OH GOD YESSSSSS…” I cried out when he wrapped the panties around my prick and began stroking me.
The semen and sperm were churning in my balls. I gasped for air; drool escaped my open mouth and covered my hands. Then, suddenly his hands stopped moving.
“NNOOOOOOOO-PLEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ,” I whimpered in protest.
“Sweetie, I want you to control your own movements-I’m going to keep my hands still-it’s up to you to finish…”
His hand continued holding and squeezing my throbbing prick, and he held the rubber cock firmly inside my asshole. I knew exactly what he wanted of me.
I began grinding and thrusting my hips. I rotated and moved my hips forward until the rubber cockhead was just inside my entrance, then thrust my hips backward until I was totally impaled on that wonderful cock. I found when I did it just right, my prick would glide thru his panty-covered hand and magical sparks of electricity ran thru-out my entire body.
I’d never felt anything like this before. I grunted and groaned with exertion. He was completing my humiliation by making me take charge of my own orgasm. It was both appalling and thrilling.
He was bringing out my inner animal-lust; making me show him just how sexually depraved I could be. I was essentially using his hands for masturbation and I didn’t give a damn. All I wanted, needed, was to climax into the panties.
His hands remained still as I frantically used them for my own pleasure. My inhibitions were gone. I didn’t care how I appeared before him; it didn’t matter that my guard was dropped, and he had a clear view into my soul.
I had never allowed anyone to see me like this. I was exhilarated. It was as though a huge and crushing burden had been lifted from my mind and body; that I’d been freed to do and say whatever I thought and felt. It was glorious.
I heard him say something. I opened my eyes and looked at him in the mirror. He repeated himself. I nodded my head.
I became wonderfully uninhibited. I rammed my ass back onto the rubber cock, and furiously slid my prick between his grasping fingers. I was free to take my pleasure anyway I wanted.
My movements became hurried; I was close. The heat was intense; sweat dripped from my forehead. Then it started.
It is always the second or two before ejaculation that is absolutely mind-blowing. When you suddenly stop, and become very still just as your body begins to shake, and your mind explodes.
“I’MMM-CUMMING-DARLING-I’M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-DARLING-I’M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-I’M-CUMMING-IN-MY-PANTIES-I’MCUMMINGINMYPANTIESI’MCUMMINGINMYPANTIEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS…”
He was right-it was the most fabulous orgasm I’d ever experienced. My entire body tingled as I fought to control my breathing.
He removed the panties from my deflated prick and presented them to my face.
“Sweetie, you’ve made quite a mess in your panties,” he said, “clean these first…use your tongue and lips…”
Huh? Really? I looked at the panties; he’d trapped all of my juices in the folds and he now expected me to taste my own cum.
This wasn’t a request-it was an order. He pinched my nose closed, and when I opened my mouth to protest he quickly shoved the panties into my mouth.
“Whenever you cum in your panties, this is how you will clean them…now be quick about it, I’m going to run a bath for you.”
My tongue began licking at my cold cum. I swallowed what I could. It never ceased to amaze me how quickly hot cum turns cold.
I heard Danny filling the bathtub while I worked on the panties. My tongue was thickly coated with my own semen. It wasn’t as gross as I thought it would be.
“Okay, Sweetie, use the soap and clean all your panties…there’s a line hanging over the Jacuzzi-hang the clean panties there to dry.”
I took the panties out of my mouth and began the ritual of washing them-a ritual I knew all too well.
My hands trembled as my mind was lost in confusion. This surely had to be a coincidence-no one outside my mother and sisters knew about my panty-washing at home.