Double penetration with a strap-on and a cock
I struggled for a long time to think of a catchy title for this, but the most apt one just kept coming to me: double penetration machine with a cock and a strap-on.
Due to
a) That is precisely what took place, and
b) It was among my most significant actions to date. At all.
I would want to claim that a Saturday night at my house usually involves double penetration sex toys with a double-sided strap on and a cock. Still, it would be underplaying the seriousness and intensity of the situation. I finally accomplished something I had wanted to achieve last week for years.
Fill me up
Like many things, it began with porn. We were witnessing a group of males fucking two women with much joy. They were wriggling and smiling while trying to get as much attention as possible, stretching their necks to reach more and doing similar things.
The men around them had a vibe you don't often see in gangbang porn. They were eagerly and desperately touching themselves. They were grasping frantically at their dicks, pushing each other aside, fighting for the women's attention, and they appeared to be in disbelief at their good fortune. Instead of showing off their athletic skills or being serious like many men in mainstream porn.
Together, we watched the scene. I was cross-legged on the floor in front of him, and he was seated on the sofa.
As we watched, Top pulled down to squeeze my nipples. His prick strained against his pants' crotch. I could push my head back just enough to feel his substantial hard-on. Trying to push back against the heat emanating from his body, I snuggled in deeper.
At that moment, all I wanted was cock.
The entire cock.
More than simply a quick fuck, I wanted to feel satisfied and pampered. It was a challenge to be stretched taut with his dick and take as much as I could.
And I wanted luck to come his way.
Moving ahead on the carpet, I shuffled. I slipped my jeans and underwear down, arching my back. He wriggled out of his clothes and threw them away. Then, he took out his penis and started to squeeze it for sex.
“I want you to fill me up.”
“I know what you want.”
“Fuck me hard and full, like in the video.”
“I know.”
He lubed up his thumb and pushed it into my ass.
I moaned.
“Can you do this?”
Yes. Yes, of course.
“Head down.”
He thrust his thumb deep into me and used his dick to slowly penetrate my cunt. Hard, sharp strokes that are separated in time.
When I cried out for it, he finally gave in and pushed it in again. I desired to be satisfied. I wanted him to fuck me with greed. And he intended for me to have to wait to understand, honestly.
He desired for me to feel fortunate.
He got up when my excitement and pleas became overwhelming, and I started to moan more than he could handle.
"Remain there," he commanded as he took up the strap-on.
My strap-on is excellent; it's a gorgeously formed harness that grips your arse cheeks when you wear it, applying just enough pressure to ensure that it stays in place. I have attached a long, firm dildo that is ideal for my cunt but difficult to take anally. He put it on and tightened the straps to ensure that his dick was neatly beneath the strap-on cock.
He was crimson and itching to get off by this point and was straining very hard. I began pushing back when he rubbed lubricant all over his dick and pressed its head up against my behind.
It's difficult to get fucked anally in a dog (I generally favor the much simpler anal position). But the challenge was what mattered this evening, not what was simple. Furthermore, getting fucked in a dog position doesn't provide nearly as much satisfaction as getting fucked while trying to put in a double ended strap on. It was challenging to align both parts, but my strong excitement pushed me to keep trying.
To get this correct, every muscle in my body was hurting and tensing up.
We continued to watch porn while we had intercourse, and my brief peeks at the TV gave me something to aim for. Every time a cock slid inside of me and filled me up tight like the women on TV, I wanted to feel the snap.
I was incredibly aroused. Envious beyond belief. So angry and ready to get their hard, filled-up fuck, just as they were.
What else is there to say about this? We had sex. We had an incredibly intense fuck.
I reached back with a hand and fumbled with the strap-on, forcing his dick deep into my cunt before he got halfway into me.
He held my hair gently while moving closer to me, checking in with soft touches and saying, "You're so good." Then, he took me hard, leaving me trembling and overwhelmed, feeling completely filled and lost in the moment.
He went on and on about how tight it was. He talked about how hard he had to push. He also mentioned how good it felt to have the strap-on rubbing against him through the walls.
The feeling when he finally arrives is one of the best parts of passionate sex. I feel so good about myself.
My body responds, and I feel a tightness. A final thrust, deep into me, with his hand grabbing my hair harder and that mouthwatering gasp in the back of his throat, ungh, follows hard fucking. And the sensation of his cock thudding as he approaches.
You should now see why I was unable to label this anything other than double penetration strapon with a cock and a strap on double sided.
To say it was the "best night ever" would be to damn it with nebulous, light praise. We accomplished something I had always wanted, and we both felt fortunate.
