Sophie mewled in anticipation, then, observing the expression on his face, she leaned up to see what he saw.
“Oh, damn honey, that is so fucking hot.”
She wrapped her strong thighs around his waist, and drew him into her. Ever so slowly.
They both watched intently as both cocks slowly disappeared inside her vagina. She moaned in pleasure as she was spread gently open around the larger phallus, excited that much more by watching it penetrate her.
He watched, aroused yet mortified as his erection was enveloped by her sex…enveloping it entirely while he felt nothing. What a strange contradiction. He could imagine what his cock SHOULD be feeling…but did not.
Sighing contentedly, “Are you okay, honey?”
It took him a moment to respond, “Yeah…it’s just so…surreal. I want so bad to feel your pussy…but at the same time it is so fucking hot…”
“Mmmmmm….here you are about to fuck the hell out of me…and I’M actually the one with all the power, huh? I can cum and cum and cum…and you can’t. No wonder Elise likes this so much…”
They looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments.
“Take me, John…don’t make me beg…”
John did as asked. He began plunging into Sophie’s body, slowly increasing his rhythm until it became almost frenetic. Holding onto her thighs, he occasionally glanced down at his chastised cock moving in and out.
Sophie had been needing this for so long…and experiencing Big John for the first time…
She completely lost it.
Her fingernails dug deeply into his biceps, drawing blood as she pumped herself onto the phallus impaling her…meeting him thrust for thrust.
Her multitude of orgasmic screams echoed through the apartment building, drawing shocked and envious reactions from her neighbors.
As her ecstatic cries continued…and continued…and escalated, some of her neighbors could not help but act.
Fifty-four year old Mr. Wilson in 4B sat in his recliner. He had been watching old westerns when he had heard the comotion and muted his television. He could not help himself…Sophie’s screams brought back memories…visions, sensations and scents. By the time the sounds stopped, he had ejaculated five times, leaving a huge sticky mess on his chest and abdomen.
Debbie Murphy was listening awestruck when she entered 5K to find her 10-year-old son playing his video game. Fortunately he seemed pretty disinterested in the sounds echoing through the building.
“Mom, that lady sure is religious. She’s been praising God and shouting ‘thank you!’ for almost an hour…”
“It sure sounds like she has a lot to be thankful for, Timmy. Why don’t you go over to Bobby’s to play for awhile?”
Wendy Anderson in 7A walked into her bedroom to find her boyfriend sleeping, yet obviously hearing the frantic sex subconsciously…his cock tenting the sheets.
She unceremoniously flung the sheets off of him and lined him up, sinking her soaked pussy onto him in one motion. Her desperate pounding quickly woke him. He was stroking upwards in no time.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!!!” Her orgasm was approaching when her boyfriend groaned in panic, filling her with his cum.
She whimpered in frustration as his erection flagged. “Oh, noooooo…”
Normally she would just surrender to events, hoping for an orgasm the next time. But Sophie’s cries continued, rendering Wendy needier than she ever remembered being.
Wordlessly she slid up the bed and plopped down onto his face. Grasping his hair with both hands, she pressed his mouth to her messy sex and began fucking his face.
“Hummmppphhh….unghaa…” He initially tried to pull away. But her desperation, Sophie’s screams, and Wendy’s moans overcame him. He began darting his tongue across her clit, ignoring their combined fluids coating his face. Very soon he was rewarded as Wendy’s orgasmic screams joined with Sophie’s.
Much more quickly than he could remember, he was hard as stone again. Wendy finished fucking his face and fell back onto the bed happily. She was surprised as she felt her hips being dragged down the bed…and his hard cock slamming into her center again. Within seconds the headboard was bouncing off the wall.
“OhhhFUCKYES!!! AAAAUUUGGGGHH!!!”
After more than an hour and every sexual position they could think of, Sophie was beyond sated. Exhausted, she gently pushed John away. He fell to the bed beside her.
He was surprised to hear Sophie, “OMG…”
He followed her gaze to his crotch. He had felt his hard-on, of course. But he too was amazed to see it pulsing inside the clear synthetic penis extension.
His cock appeared to be hungrily fellating the sound which impaled it, trying desperately to swallow it. Seeing this unbelievable image, John groaned in frustration.
Frustration would come to be John’s constant companion. And strangely…a dear friend.
Sophie noticed the agonized expression on John’s face. A flash of concern crossed her countenance briefly, then she smiled and giggled. “You gonna be able to handle this, big boy?”
“I-I…I’ve fantasized about being used and chastized by a woman for years…but never imagined th-this…”
Her eyes twinkled, “Well?”
His cock pulsed again, and a dollop of precum expelled from Big John.
“Oh fuck….no mercy please…”
“What? I couldn’t hear you…”
“NO MERCY….PLEEEASE?”
She swatted his cocks playfully.
“Hmmm…no mercy, huh? I think I can do that. Just remember, you asked for it…”
She grasped his face, turning him for a kiss. “We’ll start with some training.”
He arched an eyebrow as if to say, “Yes?” What was the training?
“Uh-uh. If this is going to be an FLR, I’ll let you know when it is time.”
“Umm…FLR?”
She stroked his face tenderly, “Cousin Elise taught me that FLR stands for Female Led Relationship…just what it sounds like…I am in charge without being all Domme like.”
He smiled. He liked that.
“Unless I WANT to be your Domme.”
His penis throbbed…trying to swallow more of the sound again.
Sophie laughed heartily. “Elise also told me Dan’s dick ALWAYS gives away his true feelings. I’m going to have fun making Little John tell me all about you…”
She hefted the cocks extending from his waist, “You two are going to be MY best friends, aren’t you?”
Little John throbbed in response.
In the coming days, the couple spent hours talking about things more intimate than one shares at the outset of a relationship.
After speaking with Elise for permission, Sophie filled John in about her cousin’s experiences. And about Dan’s.
They began to chronicle differences in their experiences. Some fell under the “duh” category. Dan’s penis extension was flesh colored…so he NEVER got to see his member, and impalings on the sound were always a shock, if not unexpected. Dan’s penis was diminutive, so when flaccid he could be fairly comfy and safe, shrunk at the bottom of the extension.
John, however, soon realized Dan’s well intended tips regarding what to expect were not all applicable.
First and most obvious, was that with a clear extension, John saw his manhood all the time. He knew exactly what was coming.
The next difference had to do with John’s length and girth. He was a shower, not a grower. So Little John did not have the luxury of relaxing at the base of his device.