...you love feeling it...and you really love cumming all over it...oh, what a sweet penis boy you are!" As I came, I closed my eyes, arched my back, and tried to push my cock up against Mary's dildo. But she kept wiggling and sliding it all over my penis, which teasingly kept me yearning for more. Even after I was spent, I felt like I hadn't really finished. I yearned to squeeze my cock in my fist and tightly pump it to satisfaction as I was accustomed to doing when masturbating, but Mary was leaning on my arms and I couldn't move them. After a while, I had drifted into a pleasant, post-orgasmic daze. In the back of my mind I felt Mary get up off of me, but I was half asleep and just lay there. As I sleepily reflected on Mary's expert attentions, I noticed that every time I pictured her with the penis-like dildo sticking out of her, I'd become aware of a faraway feeling of arousal. I'd experience the same feeling when visualizing my own cock. Somehow, Mary had gotten me to be much more interested in and focused on penises than I had ever been before. I still had a homophobic reaction to all this, but I managed to rationalize it away by telling myself that being turned on by my _own_ penis isn't homosexual, nor is being turned on by a woman with a fake penis. "Don't fall asleep, Al." Mary's voice startled me from my reverie. I shook myself awake and looked up. She was holding her blouse in her hand and had already put her skirt back on, and she stood over me, her naked breasts hanging over my head. |