My Dildo!

I like to call myself bisexual because I’m attracted to members of both genders. However, though I’ve had one long-term relationship with a woman, a few casual affairs and some one-night stands, I’m primarily drawn to men. This is undoubtedly due to my fascination for and adoration of the primary male organ—cocks pull me like magnets into their electric orbs. I love sucking them, rolling my tongue around them, and I love having them inside me, throbbing until they explode, filling me with ecstasy. Recently I learned that engaging in sex with women, though, does not necessarily mean doing without cock. The wide array of sex toys available makes it possible not to "throw the baby out with the bath water," so to speak. I had played around with dildos—I've owned one for years—but it was just recently that I discovered the dildo's full potential.

A lot of people are baffled when they hear about lesbians using fake cocks, wondering why, if they want to get fucked, they don't go for the real thing. But loving women emotionally and sexually does not necessarily preclude the desire to be forcefully penetrated. Those who can’t grasp this concept tend to view lesbian sex as a world of soft flesh against some corny backdrop of fields and flowers. The truth is, many lesbians can get downright raunchy. Laurie was that kind of lesbian. She was ten years my junior, and thus a member of a more liberated generation. Dark hair, dark eyes, a compact petite body with gorgeous firm tits, Laurie went after what and who she wanted with a vengeance. I met her in a women’s bar, and, overcome by her open lust for me, took her home. That first night we were all over each other, sucking, touching, bumping and grinding. Laurie was so aggressive I almost felt like I was with a man. She would spread my legs and hump me wildly, sticking her fingers in my cunt and rooting them around so that I felt I was being fully fucked. At one point we paused to rest and she asked, "Do you have any toys?"

"I’ve got a vibrator and a dildo," I told her.

"Let’s see the dick," she said.

I took out my dainty five-inch lavender plastic dildo and shyly presented it to her like a flower. She held it in her hand and regarded it disdainfully. "You call this a dildo? Christ, it looks like something you'd use to stir the soup!"

I was embarrassed. Clearly, I was lacking in some vital sexual knowledge, though I had no idea what that might be. "Tomorrow you come to my house," she said when she left.

The following night found me on Laurie’s doorstep, my heart pounding and my pussy wet and twitching in anticipation tinged with fear. I had visions of some monster-sized fake cock, or maybe some vibrating machinery. Maybe she was into whips and chains. I wasn’t sure I trusted her enough for that kind of scene. What would she do to me? Whatever it was going to be, I knew it would be exciting and my pussy was dripping. She greeted me at the door wearing a low-cut T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. When she grabbed me and held me close, tonguing my mouth, I felt a discernible bulge in her pants. Intrigued, I rubbed my crotch against it, getting myself hot, moaning and groaning and thrusting my tits against hers. After a while Laurie released me and led me to her many~mirrored, candlelit bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and gently pushed me to my knees, my face in her crotch. Slowly she unzipped her jeans and out popped a seven-inch, totally life-like penis. It had an authentic looking head, a simulated vein, and little ridges all along the shaft.

"Suck my cock," she ordered.

I took the thing in my hands and tentatively licked the head. It tasted a little weird—it was in fact made of silicone—but the visual effect was so real that my taste buds yielded to the more powerful psychological nuances. I took it into my mouth as I would a real cock, bobbing my head up and down, letting the head touch the back of my throat. Laurie wrapped her hands in my hair and humped her pelvis. "Yeah, that’s it, girl. Take it all. Suck my dick."

I licked it all over, oblivious to the strange taste, stroked it lovingly, and gazed up to see her eyes smoldering. Soon she made me take off my clothes and rub her cock between my tits. All the while she watched us in the mirror; every so often I glanced over and saw myself in the classic position, on my knees with a mouthful of cockmeat.

After awhile Laurie removed her clothes, and I saw that the dildo was held by a leather harness wrapped around her hips. I’d never seen this before, and I laughed with delight. Displeased that I’d broken the mood, Laurie began to slap my face with her dick until I was whimpering, my pussy dripping wetter than ever. She laid me across the bed, spread my legs and mounted me. Grasping her dick in her hand, she eased the head into my sopping cunthole. I thrust my hips to get more, but she held back.

"You want it? Huh? You want my cock?"

"Yes,” I gasped. "Please, Please fuck me."

She plunged it in and then slowly slid all the way up to the hilt, shocking and thrilling me at once. I squeezed my pussy muscles around it. Closing my eyes, I swore it felt just like I was being fucked by a man. But when I opened them, there was Laurie, her big tits bobbing over my face as she thrust herself in and out of me. I grabbed hold of a tit and sucked, lifting my legs higher to allow deeper penetration. My cunt unfolded more and more until I was nearly fainting with pleasure.

I was on the verge of cumming when Laurie rolled over and placed me on top of her. I sat up on her cock and bounced up and down, reaching a frenzy of excitement. My tits bobbed, the nipples standing out like bullets, and my hair flowed down my back as I arched my body, straining to take in more and more of her. "Oh yeah," she said approvingly, "look at you go!"

She reached up and squeezed my nipples with her fingers, so hard that they hurt, and then the pain changed to pleasure. I leaned forward and she took my left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it.

Encouraged, I fucked that cock like I’d fucked scores of cocks before. Laurie put her hand on my clit and pressed it steadily, until my whole body began to tremble and shake. My cunt palpitated and I had the biggest, noisiest, most drawn out orgasm of my life. My cunt sucked on that dick for dear life. I was so lost in ecstasy, I didn’t realize that Laurie came at the same moment, her clit stimulated by my weight pressing down upon her. She rolled me over and fucked me good and hard, just the way I like it after I cum, pounding herself into me until I was weak as a goldfish. Afterward we laid side by side, the dildo still inside me, and still, of course, hard as a rock. I was totally awed. Not only could a dildo provide the same pleasure as a cock, there was no problem about maintaining an erection. I saw a whole new world opening up, and felt a rush of exhilaration. This was truly women’s liberation; who needed men?

Well, now, guys, don’t panic. As I came to realize, there are still some things a dildo can’t provide, such as the taste and feel of real flesh, a spurt of hot cum, and a pair of balls (which I love to fondle and suck).

And there are all those other delightful male characteristics, like hairy chests, powerful muscles and the ineffable male energy that drives me wild. My lust for real cock hasn’t diminished a bit; rather, my lust for women has increased now that the possibilities have expanded.

Laurie and I continued seeing each other for several months. At one point we took a trip up to Canada. We were afraid that if our dildo was discovered at customs, it might be confiscated, as pornography regularly is on the border. So we came up with an ingenious solution: we put a doll's head over the top, and dressed the dildo in a doll's frilly dress. Naturally, thereafter we always referred to our cock as “Dolly."

After Laurie and I broke up I went out and got myself a quality dildo and harness, and the next time I took a woman to bed, I "wore the pants." I loved the sensation of fucking a woman senseless, tapping into my own strength and power to please her. I also discovered that some men like being fucked up the ass, and I’ve been able to accommodate them nicely. As I said, the joys of dildos have been liberating to my sexuality, with both men and women. And I’ll continue to roll around in bed with whoever turns me on.

-M. R.