Authors: Allie Ritch
Mera shook her head as he continued to liberally douse the fake phallus with shiny gel.
“It’s unbelievable,” he continued. “There are all different sizes and finishes, and a few even had a psi number on the package. That’s not to mention the colors and flavors and special features and attachments. I carry a penis with me wherever I go, but I’ve never seen that many cocks in all my life.”
He finished lubricating and set the bottle down. “I decided to shoot for realism.” He held out the synthetic erection for her to see. “This one comes closest to the feel of a real dick, and it’s about my size. The best part is I can pull it out the second you don’t like it, which wouldn’t work if I tried entering you myself. Which we both know is what we’re heading towards.”
It seemed absurd to grow teary-eyed while staring at a dildo, but she couldn’t help it. “You did this for me.” He’d figured out a way to have a practice run—a test like he’d said.
“I don’t ever want to hurt you,” he said fiercely. “Not like that. Not in any way.”
Rising to his knees, he shifted so that he was between her legs. Then he slid one hand from her ankle up the back of her calf. When he got to the ticklish spot at the back of her knee, he caressed it once and cocked her leg up. He left her other leg stretched out flat on the bed.
“Here’s how we’ll do this,” he told her. “Your safe word is ‘off.’ If you tell me ‘off,’ then I’ll know it’s starting to feel bad, and we’ll stop immediately. You should be very sure before you say it, though. I won’t pay attention to any other word. I’ll just assume you’re caught up in the moment. What’s your safe word?”
“Off,” she repeated, already panting.
He stretched over her and gave her another long kiss, stroking her hair before he straightened up again. “It’s going to be okay, love.”
His endearment stole her breath away at the same moment the head of the dildo bumped the mouth of her vagina. She had only a second to register the cooler temperature of the artificial phallus before it slipped easily inside, aided by the layer of lubrication that made it feel as if she’d already creamed all over it. Trett didn’t hold back, either. He thrust the dildo in three-fourths of the way in one firm shove. Still studying her face, he pulled it out and pushed it in full-length on the second stroke.
Built for orgasm, Mera started coming on the first withdrawal and was bearing down on the hard intruder by the time it was fully hilted. Unused to the lack of body attached to the member, she clutched the sheets in white knuckles and felt her bent leg quiver.
“Trett.” The strange twist to her pleasure made her sob.
In answer, he slid his free palm over her thigh and braced it there. “Here we go, baby.”
She had a split second to hear the telltale click before the dildo started vibrating madly inside her. The hard rippling sensation was so good it almost felt like an orgasm all by itself. Mera didn’t just cry his name this time. She screamed it.
*
Trett’s balls drew up so tightly they hurt. Watching Mera contract around the dildo—knowing he was the one wielding it—did weird things to his libido. He worried he’d explode in his pants. Before now, he’d never even seen an artificial penis, but in a strange way, it made him feel even more powerful than if he’d been inside her himself. This offered him just enough distance to really watch her pleasure.
After a few seconds, he turned off the vibrate function and just held the phallus still within her. She was sweating, and her whole body was flushed and blotchy. He’d never seen a woman so undone. Or so sexy.
Although he was tempted to reach down and free his erection so he could stroke himself, she seemed to need his hand on her. Resisting the temptation, he pressed the vibrate button again.
“Ah, gods! Trett!” Mera screeched and the rest of her words were lost to incoherence.
Trett watched her face, her undulating body, and the ripple of her belly muscles as she bore spasm after spasm. A drop of pre-ejaculate oozed out of his slit. He’d never seen a female come so hard and long, and he was desperate to join her. Instead, he flicked the button off again.
“Please, please.” She sputtered, but she didn’t use the safe word.
He punched the dildo on again and heard her hit a note so high and pure it was usually reserved for opera singers. The sound turned him inside out, and his lower back tightened in anticipation. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come any second, even without a hand job.
They went six full rounds. On…off…on… She begged and prayed and cursed worse than a dock hand, and then she just squealed and sobbed until tears ran down her cheeks. The one thing she didn’t do, though, was call a halt.
By the time he triggered her last climax, Trett was shaking and sweating harder than she was. It was an exercise in sheer willpower to turn off the vibrator, hold it deep for another minute, and then slowly, gently extricate it from her slick sheath. Even that careful movement made her whimper.
As soon as the dildo popped free, he dropped between her knees, tore open his fly, and yanked out his erection. He vaguely heard her murmuring some protest, but he was already lost. After two strokes of his hand, his cock trembled like an earthquake and erupted like it was spewing molten lava. He invented a new language and bellowed it at the top of his lungs while he watched his ejaculate ribbon out over the bed and across her belly.
Adding his other hand, he caressed the head while still squeezing the shaft. He hadn’t even finished dripping when the next round hit.
“Here.” Mera tried to take over, but he couldn’t let go long enough for her to get her little hands on him.
He roared again and toppled over onto the bed. Rolling onto his back, he kicked out his leg and aimed for the heavens. Usually he came a good half a dozen times, but these orgasms were harder and longer. This last one was going to be his undoing.
“That’s it, baby. Come on. Come hard for me.” She raked her nails over the skin of his inner thighs in punctuation, and that was it.
Trett swore he heard his spine crack as he arched up and practically blasted the top of his cock off with a hot wash of spunk. Some distant part of his brain, probably on backup power, realized there were tears streaming from his eyes, but he couldn’t pry his lids open. He remained tensed and coming until his testicles turned inside out. Finally, he sprawled on his back, helpless and blind.
Mera snuggled against his side, sharing her naked heat. He couldn’t even lift his arm to hold her.
“That was a good one,” she said impishly. She kissed his nipple and laughed.
The combination made his battle-weary cock twitch in aftershock before it surrendered.
Eons later, after a miraculous resurrection, he managed to move. He started with a small trip to the bathroom to clean up while Mera napped, but he realized he was hungry. Although he wasn’t sure exactly how long he’d dozed in bed, he glanced at the time and discovered it was definitely the dinner hour. They’d certainly worked up an appetite.
Feeling a degree of recovery, he headed into his kitchen to forage. He pulled out the leftover takeout from last night. If he made up a garden salad to go with it, there was plenty for a meal.
When he had everything fixed and reheated, he did up a tray and walked back to the bedroom. Mera had rolled over onto her stomach, so she mooned him as he strode through the door. For some reason, that made him smile.
“Dinner is on,” he announced.
She groaned and sat up, pushing her glorious hair out of the way with a sexy flick of her hand. Her face lit up when she spotted what he carried with him, and her stomach audibly grumbled.
“You must be a dream,” she said. “Nothing this good could ever be real.”
He felt the same way looking at her. “I have my moments.”
Propping themselves up against the cushioned headboard, they set the tray between them and balanced their plates on their laps. Once they were settled, Trett used the touchpad by his bedside to turn on the large vid screen hidden in the wall. He did it without thinking, then hesitated. Maybe it wasn’t the most romantic thing to pop on a vid just minutes after incredible lovemaking. In fact, that was probably the all-time worst thing he could do. He was just so relaxed and comfortable with her that he’d acted out of habit.
“Oh, I love this one,” she said before he could turn it off.
“You do?” He took in the movie that was playing with pleasant surprise. “I do too.”
“Mmm.” She hummed, but he wasn’t sure whether she was answering him or just enjoying the food.
He sank back more comfortably into the pillows.
*
It occurred to Mera that Trett inspired a whole range of positive emotions in her. One second she was overcome with sexual ecstasy; the next she was at ease and perfectly content. She didn’t feel the strain of trying to force a conversation or look glamorous or fake a certain mood. Since Oquarans generally had intercourse for a few seconds, maybe cuddled a minute or two, and then moved on to all the other pleasures of life, her race tended to turn on and off as quickly as they climaxed. Some men found that off-putting. Trett, on the other hand, just let her be herself.
By the time they finished dinner and the movie ended, Mera felt a well of gratitude and that other warm emotion that kept growing inside her. Glancing at him, she turned her lips up in a predatory smirk.
“I think it’s time I got my revenge.”
Trett turned off the screen and swiveled to face her. “Excuse me?”
“You cheated me, pal. Here you inflicted all that delicious torture, and you didn’t even let me finish you. You brought yourself off with your hand.”
His eyes darkened as his pupils dilated with desire. “What have you got in mind?”
“A little reprisal. Got a condom?”
“Yes.” He pulled one out of the nearest drawer.
“Good. You wouldn’t want to drown me before things get really hot.”
She accepted the small packet from him and crawled over to his side of the bed. While she’d been sitting comfortably nude all this time, he had his pants on. His erection was trying to make a break for it, so it wasn’t hard to unseal the fly of his pants. Avoiding the head and shaft, she rolled his balls with one hand before reaching for his waistband. She had no intention of jerking him off just yet.
“Smart woman,” he said appreciatively. He lifted his hips enough for her to tug his pants out from under him and slide them off his legs.
The sight of him naked was always a treat, but Mera had something special planned for him this time. She teased him with a barely-there kiss before reclining against the headboard once more.
“Come here,” she ordered.
He looked intrigued. Obeying her command, he rolled onto his knees. She positioned him so she could stare his penis right in the eye.
“Brace yourself against the headboard,” she warned him. “You’re going to need all the help you can get.”
The shiver that ran through him made his body quake the way his cock soon would. She couldn’t wait. Ripping open the packet, she withdrew the feather-light condom, got it puckered, and brought it to her mouth. Although she’d heard of this trick, she’d never tried it, so she was pleased when she didn’t inhale the damned thing and choke herself. Instead, she sucked in just enough to make it concave and kept her mouth in an “O” as she brought it over his tip. She had to use her hands to help, but she managed to sheathe him as she took him in.
“That is so friggin’ sexy,” he murmured.
Mera made sure to take her time pulling back and swirled her tongue around his crown. Unable to help herself, she glanced up at him with a look of challenge. The expression on his face was glorious: voracious, desperate, and just a little bit pleading. He was flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, and his gaze was glued to the view of her cradling him on top of her tongue.
Without removing her gaze, she sucked him back in with a slow, rotating motion at the same time that she grabbed the dildo hidden in the folds of the sheet. His eyes slid closed just as his cock began to shimmy. Then they popped wide again when she slid the free-agent erection along the crease of his buttocks.
*
“Guh!” It was the only syllable Trett managed when he felt the smooth head of the dildo tickle his backside. At least, that was what it sounded like, but he was too consumed by his orgasm to be sure.
He didn’t just come. He came like this was the last time he’d ever climax and he wanted to get his money’s worth out of the experience. Strong, deep pulses cascaded from his testicles to his glans and then seemed to reverberate back again. After a moment, the pleasure sloped sharply downward to build momentum for the next explosion.
“Mera!” Her name came out a gasp, but he didn’t know what the hell he meant to say.
He was practically slumped against the headboard, and he kept his head bowed so he could watch her taking him. She started to bob her mouth up and down over his shaft at the same moment she reached around to set the dildo firmly between his cheeks. Never in his life had he felt a penis there, and the alien sensation scrambled his brain, leaving him helpless. She sucked him deep just as she pressed the tip insistently against his anus.
The sound that escaped Trett then was little more than a tortured hiss. He was panting hard, but he couldn’t seem to get enough air to breathe. Hot seed poured out of him, anointing the head of his cock and adding another layer of pleasure over his pounding orgasm. And it was starting again.
A desperate chant fell from his lips when he could finally speak. “I need this. I need this so much. Come on. Yes, yes! Ahhhh!”
Mera pressed harder with the dildo, which shot his orgasm up to a whole new plateau. His body seemed to jerk in every direction at once, but her clever mouth still held him captive. Although he came so hard he didn’t think he had more in him, he could feel another climax building.
When she bounced the dildo against his anus in time to her oral strokes, the motion seemed to stab right through him. Before Trett could bite his lip, he bellowed and lost himself in unrelenting spasms. It was just as well. He would have drawn blood if he’d had anything to bite down on.