#508) Sharing a Strap-On (Part I)

We were pen pals, writing our thoughts to one another, which evolved to opening up and sharing our secrets, and upon discovering that we had so much in common, becoming more. Labels seemed irrelevant, it didn’t seem to matter that we were lesbian, just lovers. It only mattered that we were significant to the other.
Finally, it became too much to bear being in a long-distance liaison. I bought a plane ticket, got my paperwork in order, took a long trip. Only then did I phone Soledad.
“I’d love to see your face…” I breathed into my cell.
“I know, I’d love to see yours, to hold you in my…”
“I’m standing at your front door…” I interrupted, then knocked on the ruby red portal.
“What?!” and I heard quick steps, then it swung open and we were in one another’s arms, kissing and hugging, and French kissing and groping, and before it got X-rated, she let me in and closed the door.
“You are so bad, Jeanie! Just showing up like this, unannounced…”
“I know!” I returned, “spank me for it!”
Never one to let a challenge go unanswered, Soledad kept her eyes locked on mine as she accordion-ed my skirt up in back and yanked my knickers down, sat, put me over her knee, and did just that.
We had talked about this. Actually, we’d written in letters, and spoken on the phone, and fantasized about this innumerable times. It was what brought us together, united us. It had been rehearsed so many times in our minds, now it was tangible and real. Soledad spanked me. Held me down and hit me hard and dominated my being and made me hers. I laid there and took it and cherished it, and when I could no longer hold still for it, I squirmed and rubbed myself on her thigh, and I climaxed for the first time in her presence.
“Look at you…! I can’t even pull you across my lap and spank your butt like you deserve, and trust you to take it…” Soledad was so masterful at shaming, so masterful at Topping, but I wouldn’t be humbled. I spun around to sit on her lap, to again lock eyes with her.
“Yes, look at me,” and I pulled my blouse open to expose my breasts, spread my legs, “look at what you do to me…” Her mouth was suddenly on mine, her hands quickly pinching my hard nipples and tickling my erect clit. I pulled away, “I need to have a look at you, too…” and began taking her clothes off. We stood to make this easier, each disrobing the other, touching and fondling, and kissing and nibbling.
“God, it’s nice to see you!” she smiled when we were both finally nude and standing in one another’s presence at long last.
“I wanted it to be a surprise, but am I interrupting anything, did you have plans?”
“Nothing that I can’t change…”
“I dropped my stuff off at a nearby hotel. Didn’t want to impose…”
“You will not stay in a hotel! You’ll share my bed!” Soledad declared. She took me by the arm, escorted me to that designated destination. Once there, she opened a big cargo trunk and from the many toys therein, Soledad withdrew a strap-on harness and phallus. I’d been wet, now I felt my sex drench. Soledad looked so erotic, all smooth, soft curves with a big purple phallus hanging down where her fluffy pubic cloud of hair had just been. I dropped to my knees in front of her. I spit on the thick thing, smoothed the saliva across it, licked it to get it wetter.
“Where are you gonna put that?” I breathed with anticipation tinged with apprehension.
“You forget, I know you well, turn over the edge of the bed…”
She did know me (and I her), did know where I needed it. It was like being confronted with your like-minded twin after decades of being separated. She pushed it into my pussy, but we both knew that this was just a way-station. As she slowly thrust in and out of me, she parted my round buttocks, parted them wide, fingered lubricant first around the rim, and then lots more deep within. With the simultaneous pleasuring of both my vagina and my rectum, I had to work hard not to let my toes curl and my body climax. No sooner did she think I was prepared physically for the act, Soledad pulled out of my sex and touched the strap-on’s tip to my tooter. I got myself ready mentally to be entered there, where I was tightest, where it was most private, where I truly wanted it most.
“Oh…” I involuntarily gasped at the sensation, then, “oooh…” I had to add as she pressed the point home. The human rectum is made with intricate musculature to move things out of the body, with a flesh valve at the end of this journey, the sphincter. Giving yourself over to anal intercourse, you have to retrain these muscles to reverse course, to admit and accept entry for something just as large as the exiting material ever was. You have to train that tight valve to relax. I have friends who have tried, have wanted to enjoy the act, but were simply unable. I think butt fuckers are born, not made. We (more accurately called butt fuckees) are a rarity. Like the character Linda Lovelace played in that old porno, “Deep Throat,” I wondered early in my sexual sojourn if I had a misplaced clit, one in my butt hole. Soledad knew all this about me, knew that this was the way to pleasure me best.
That’s not to say that the act is effortless and easy. Far from it; I think part of my infatuation with being taken back there is my appreciation of how to translate sensations into a positive context.
At first, you are filled with the feeling that whatever your partner is putting up you there is far too big to be accommodated in the tiny passageway. Soledad had just fucked my pussy with the strap-on. It felt good in my sex, a Goldilocks “just right” fit. But as soon as she pressed it to my rear portal, I was momentarily filled with alarm. Oh no, my mind screamed, it’s far too thick, the aperture is so small; this’ll never work! I feel that instant every time. I guess some people react by tensing up, by believing the feeling. Instead, you have to breathe, you have to focus consciously on relaxing, you have to tell yourself that the muscles stretch…
Next is the sensation of that phallus pushing its way up that channel. This can feel like a sharp-bladed bulldozer plowing a new path into your insides, literally reaming you a new ass hole. The same people who experienced trouble with step one usually have trouble with this one, step two, too. There is this strong emotional connection with the bowels, maybe a remnant from infant toilet training. I know several friends who said they cried at this point, not because it hurt as much as the fact that something was unlocked inside them. They felt extremely dirty and sinful engaging in this act. They heard their mothers disapprovingly lecture that no good girl would ever do such a thing (though in reality, those mothers probably did it, at least experimented with it once or twice). I try to translate these feelings into an appreciation of just how full one feels, filled to the brim with cock, a sensation I never experienced with vaginal sex, no matter how well hung my partner. So this can be a joyous moment, if you’ll let it be.
And then, the fucking begins, the in and out, the building up of friction, heat, and passion. Open communication is vitally important here. Sometimes I’m in the mood just to be entered and filled in my backdoor, so ask my lover to just hold still and possess me, talk to me, tell me what a good girl I am for taking it, how deliciously tight I am gripping his dick.
This is not the case here and now with Soledad. I have written love letters to her while dildoing my ass, expressing all the thoughts and feelings to her as I fucked my fanny hole silly, as I climaxed and kept on fucking, and climaxed and kept on, and…
This is an epiphany for us, a verification that all we shared in written words across the miles holds just as true in-person in deeds, that we are a matched set, like two mares in tandem pulling an ornate carriage for royalty, a team, in lock-step and in perfect synchronization in our every move. This is feminine-oriented intercourse, it is refined and elevated, full of fleeting glances and sly smiles, brimming with giggles and moans. With a man, it is a matter of yin and yang, opposite sides of the coin. Here it is yippee and yahoo; we know each other’s ins and outs. You are sun to my moon, both celestial bodies in the same orbit. It is the love-making that every fuck wishes it could be. It is the epitome of intimacy.
She interlaces her fingers within mine as she starts to thrust and withdraw. I sigh, I moan, I gasp. Soledad extricates her right hand, and just when her pistoning of my pooper is at the furthermost of the backstroke, when just the cockhead of the phallus still occupies my anus, she slaps my right butt cheeks hard. I cry out, voicing my approval of such rough treatment. So, after every stroke, I’m given another hard spank. Then she releases her grip of my other hand to be able to reach underneath us and tickle my erect and yearning clitoris.
“You gonna cum for me, my little whore?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“You gonna squirt for me, my randy bitch?”
“Yes, ma’am, if you’ll finger me…”
She pushes digits into my pussy seeking out my G-spot. It is all too much; I crumple and cum and explode and expire.
Soledad extracts her strap-on from my now ruby red portal. We kiss for a long time, then talk, then nap, get up and nosh, return to bed.
I pick up the harness off the floor.
“I’m going to wash this off, then use it on you…” I whisper.
“Yes, ma’am,” she answers with lowered eyelashes, and just like that, we’ve switched roles.
I do as I said, walk back to her with the thing swinging in front of me. Soledad turns tail and puts her beautiful bottom high in the air. I kiss her left buttock, I kiss her right buttock. I part her with both hands and French kiss her rear portal. I am where I’ve longed to be for a very long time, in my female lover’s bed, up my female lover’s butt hole, in her warm and enveloping embrace. It feels like I’m home. It’s going to be a long, lovely night…

8 responses to “#508) Sharing a Strap-On (Part I)”

    • Welcome! I have a lot of fun expressing myself here. Tune in tomorrow when the tale will be continued, or stroll down memory lane by reading some past posts. Please tell me what you think!

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  1. Some ladies can be trained to take a good butt fucking. I once had a lady friend of mine submit her ass to me. She said it felt good with me. She was addicted afterwards.

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    • Well, that little remark sure got a fast and strong response! I stand corrected (because I can’t sit comfortably right now). I only meant that some ass holes take to being fucked right away, and some need some getting used to it, but you both are correct. Thank you for adding to the mix!

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      • I am always happy to be involved romantically with a lady who enjoys butt play. Life for me would be boring without a nice big round bottom to penetrate. Happy to add to the discussion.

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