Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 02

The coming days and weeks for Taryn were educational. While she didn't become a porn addict — there were days at a stretch when the busyness of her life meant she didn't take time to surf for pictures or videos to learn more about her own personal turn-ons — she almost always squeezed in at least one satisfying masturbation session most days, the screen in her imagination now so easily filled from an expanded playlist of sexy fantasies.

And she learned a lot about herself, about her natural sexual appetite. She got over the fact that her assumptions about what women were supposed to be aroused by, to think about, to lust after when it came to sex were — at best — constrained, if not downright handcuffed by her upbringing. Giggling out loud immediately after the first time she self-described her upbringing as "handcuffed," Taryn realized she hadn't yet investigated whether seeing a handsome, sexy guy naked and cuffed to the bedposts, unable to stop her from doing whatever she wanted to him, would get her hot and ready to climb on top of his hard cock.

It did. Finding such pictures was easy enough, and, oh, how incredibly sexy it was to see one particular guy who had that certain set of jaw that Taryn had always found a turn-on stretched out with his wrists and ankles secured to a four-poster bed, waiting for whatever was going to be done to him by fantasy-Taryn when she showed up to toy with him.

The anticipation, of course, had lengthened her fantasy-man's cock, and the picture showed him spread, cuffed, and delectably erect.

All kinds of such scenarios popped into her head as she grew comfortable with her own, natural reaction to mentally picturing handsome, naked men and to seeing them in pictures and videos, displayed for the camera in all their lusciousness for her to contemplate.

She discovered all the pictures and videos and scenarios that struck her fancy to be fun, sexy, enjoyable. She simply skipped over anything she found that turned her off.

As a result, both Taryn's masturbation frequency and the variety of scenes and nude males in her masturbatory fantasies grew exponentially.

What would toying with two naked men at the same time be like?

Would she find it erotic to have a guy over her lap, his nude butt fetchingly displayed and available for her to massage, to knead, to play with . . . and to spank?

(Some videos of naked men getting their nude butts lovingly spanked in just such a position by women taking great pleasure in teasing the men, timing smacks intermittently so the men never knew when the next would arrive, were powerfully arousing to Taryn — something that surprised her.

(She had never thought about spanking a nude guy, but she made up for lost time with that particular fantasy. The guys starring in her scenarios always became incredibly aroused by her playful swats, she trapping their hard cocks between her thighs as they draped themselves over her to present their sexy bottoms for their punishment, then pushing themselves off her lap to stand before her, their stiff erections evident as they leaned in to kiss her while eagerly unbuttoning her blouse . . . or pushing her back into the chair and kneeling in front of her to reach under her short skirt and rip her panties off in order to bury their faces in her crotch . . . or scooping her up in their arms to carry her to the bedroom . . . or straddling her on the chair as they kissed her passionately while she toyed with their dicks . . . or . . .)

Anal sex? Taryn had rejected the notion after a single, clumsy attempt by Ned not long after they had married, and she had not considered it since.

But now, with a new regard for exploration, she searched for both depictions of women enjoying the act and information about what would ensure such enjoyment. It wasn't hard to find anal sex depicted on the Internet, and seeing those lovely erect dicks sliding into women's accommodating assholes turned out to fire her curiosity about the act — especially since her lone experience was so very unsatisfying.

And that's when Taryn Roberts stumbled into pegging.

"You know," one woman posted on a site Taryn found that offered sensible conversation and helpful advice about anal sex, "I truly believe the reason my guy is slow and gentle and uses lots of lube and knows when I've reached the point of being ready for some good, hard pounding in my ass is because we made a deal. I would do it to him first with a strapon cock the same size as his real cock, and then he could do me in the ass. He thought about it for a minute and said he was down with that."

A woman fucking a man with a fake cock strapped to her crotch?

_Damn_! thought Taryn, _that's something I want to see_.

Maybe it was the discovery she'd made when watching gay porn, when realizing one of the things that was so arousing for her was seeing a man open, receptive, and eager to be penetrated, then squirming in all kinds of pleasure as he was thoroughly and energetically fucked in the ass to the point of ejaculation.

Whether that was the reason or not, it wasn't hard to find videos of women strapped into fake cocks and screwing guys in the butt, Taryn found, but there sure was a lot of crappy stuff to wade through to discover the gems. Early on in her newfound exploration of expanded thinking about her sexual desires, Taryn learned she just wasn't into heavy BDSM and humiliation scenarios. A lot of man-fucking porn was all about that.

But the videos that showed both partners enjoying it, the woman obviously turned on by giving the guy incredible pleasure and the guy trusting and open enough to let her do it . . . well, it was hands-down the sexiest, most arousing thing Taryn had ever seen.

It was almost like a second adolescence regarding sexual discovery.

And just like any horny teenaged virgin, Taryn was excited, giddy, anxious, eager, and somehow sure that her first experience was going to be fairy-tale perfect.

But, good grief! — this was a whole 'nother level of challenge. Finding a teen-aged guy to have sex with was laughably easy for any teen-aged girl, no matter her degree of attractiveness. Then, once she had located a guy, what would the teen-aged virgin have to do for the guy to be ready and eager?

Pretty much nothing.

But turning the tables and being the one with the ever-ready, stiff cock on the lookout for a handsome guy who wanted to have sex, both of them knowing that he'd be the one on his back, opening himself up to take her strapon inside his asshole as the sexual activity that would turn them both on?

Uh-huh. THAT would be about as easy as brain surgery on one of Disneyland's spinning teacups.

Given all the challenges, though, Taryn desperately wanted to find out what it felt like to do it, to actually be the woman performing this insanely erotic act . . . to feel every sensation, to hear every sound, to see every arousing visual during the coupling.

She wanted to be the women she saw in the videos, the ones with their hips pumping and thrusting as they worked toward their own climaxes, usually preceded in orgasmic release by their male partners who moaned in pleasure as their cocks spurted loads of cum while strapon dildos plowed their willingly surrendered assholes.

The thought of it! A gorgeous, naked man, stiff cock in her grasp as he lay on his back, his knees drawn to his handsome chest, Taryn leaning over him as she rocked back and forth into him, a strapon cock harnessed to her crotch, rubbing against her clit with every thrust. His pretty eyes would look into hers then roll back in ecstacy as she bottomed out inside him, only to refocus on her face briefly until she did it again . . . and again . . . and again, both of them heading toward a blinding orgasm.

His moans. His groans. His desperate entreaties for her to fuck him, to fill him up and to make him come.

Oh, shit! Oh, damn! Could anything be sexier!

Maybe only the sight of him spurting onto his chest, fists clenching the bedsheets, abs contracting and rippling as he rode out the intense climax Taryn was triggering by stroking her strapon cock into him, into his lubed asshole, into his mind, into his desire to be taken sexually by Taryn as she slaked her own desire to be the penetrator, the one invading her partner's most intimate anatomy.

The sight of a naked man groaning through an orgasmic eruption as SHE fucked HIM would most surely be the hottest thing she would ever witness.

And thus began weeks of frustration for Taryn.

Teaching at the city university meant she was — literally — surrounded by young, virile men. Even subtracting from the availability pool the students in her classes and any that she might have in her classes or in any other way interact with in her role as an instructor, there were lots of young, single guys all around her.

And then, even subtracting the percentage of the male student body that held little attraction for her because, for whatever reason, they just didn't spark any interest, there were still HUNDREDS of young studs on campus she could imagine naked, with hard cocks, panting in their desperation that she keep on fucking their beautiful asses.

This was now something Taryn added to her imaginary couplings with college guys that became frequent after she accepted the natural rightness of thinking about naked men. It wasn't like her normal life stopped — she was still a productive professor, a good friend in her group of girlfriends, a daughter and a book-reader and a gym-goer and a woman who liked to experiment with new recipes. But whether it was daydreaming for a moment as she gazed out her office window to take a break from grading exams and seeing a group of guys tossing a frisbie, or because she was walking behind a group of male students on their way to their next class, Taryn let her imagination melt the clothes from the men's bodies in order to see their sexy butts and cocks.

In order to see the luscious, rounded, muscular asscheeks she would love to fondle, grip, and then spread apart, inching the tip of her strapon closer and closer to their sexy, crinkled openings.

It was something she could not allow herself to think about for more than a few seconds at a time while at work.

It was just so damned distracting!

But in her alone time, when she was unfettered from keeping one foot firmly in reality, she pulled her vibrator from the nightstand next to her bed and pressed the satisfying buzz against the side of her slickened clit while she imagined Cory, his pretty blue eyes gazing into hers with a sexual urgency that demanded she fuck him deeper, harder, longer.

Or Joe.

Or Leland.

Or Anthony.

Or geek guy, or fireman guy, or business guy, or athlete guy, or _______.

Toss in maybe two or three professors she sometimes saw at the gym and whose bodies (what she could see of them) indicated they'd probably look quite nice naked and erect, and . . . well, Taryn felt like the character set adrift on a raft in the ocean: "Water, water all around, and not a drop to drink!"

Yes, she was dating. Yes, she usually went out at least once each weekend. That wasn't the problem. And, yes, she still wanted lovely, missionary, satisfying sex with the guy's cock deep in her pussy, her legs wrapped around his waist, urging them both on to satisfying climaxes.

And she still fantasized about that, too, and she still loved to think about finding a nice guy, a good man whom she could marry, who would care for her, who would like it and appreciate it when she cooked for him, who would share holidays and birthdays and vacations, and who would become a lover, a husband, a life mate.

The problem was pursuing an interesting potential guy long enough to have the "what I like sexually" conversation after a few couplings to ensure she would continue to find him compatible and interesting both in and out of bed. The one dating relationship reaching that stage for Taryn after her discovery of, and subsequent lust for, a male ass-fucking encounter ended before she could broach the subject.

In case it turned out he had been willing, Taryn had weeks earlier purchased a strapon dildo and harness. She donned them every now and then, modeling for herself in front of the bathroom mirror. She tested her movements, trying to get closer to the hip motions of practiced fuckers and the rhythms that came so easily to men when they screwed their partners or to the few women in the decent man-fucking videos she'd found who could emulate that sexy, thrusting, piston-like motion that drove their strapon cocks into their men's lubricated assholes.

And, on a visit to amazon, Taryn found a device that appealed to both the pegger-to-be and the engineer in her. It was a male masturbation toy — one of those silly-looking stand-ins for a woman's vagina (and, she found, buyers could get stand-ins that were molded to imitate the crinkly opening of the human anus) — but the silicone sleeve was housed in a tube, the end of which was fastened to a clever vacuum suction cup.

The engineering of the mechanism was simple but effective: a guy could vacuum-lock the contraption to the shower wall, for instance, at the proper height, then set the angle of the fake pussy or asshole just right with a rotating and lockable ratchet gear. He then had a perfectly positioned, serviceable orifice into which he could stroke his cock as he imagined pumping into a real woman (or man).

Intrigued, Taryn studied the device's pictures and descriptions. She read the user reviews. She watched the video demonstrating its use (enjoying the inevitable tingle in her pussy as the demonstration model's naked butt pumped into the toy).

It would be a perfect way to practice strapon fucking.

She ordered the toy and, to her delight, discovered its design allowed her to find inventive locations around her loft where a smooth, non-porous surface to which the suction cup would attach securely allowed its use. This, Taryn discovered, was important. Though the shower wall worked wonderfully, it was immediately apparent that the physics of the location meant it was good for practicing only what would be stand-up strapon fucking — there was no way to lean forward as she stroked into the toy in order to practice the movements she would make with a guy on his back, leaning over him as she kissed him, for instance, while she fucked him.

Stalking through her loft, her gaze lit on a metal file cabinet, two drawers high. It was perfect! She attached the toy to the side of the cabinet, then leaned over it as she practiced the movements for screwing a guy in the ass as he bent over the arm of her sofa. (Scientist-engineer that she was, Taryn had measured the height of both the cabinet and her sofa.)

At that point, it was easy to imagine Cory or Joe or geek guy or athlete guy as the man she was stroking her strapon cock into while she played out the scenario in her mind, actually making the motions, plunging her strapon into the inventive toy, practicing the moves and the subtle positionings she discovered were so important to get the angle just right or to avoid cramping a muscle, or to-

Good grief! It took a lot of stamina to do this! It took a lot of concentration, Taryn discovered. She had to keep track of a lot of stuff at the same time in order to make all the right moves at the proper pace and in a way that meant she could keep doing it all long enough so 1) she wouldn't tire and have to stop before 2) her guy had a reasonable amount of being-fucked time to reach a climax, and 3) she herself could concentrate on the sexy scenario and not be distracted by the other stuff to the point that it interfered with her own orgasm.

The first time she'd gotten everything positioned just right and checked to ensure she and the toy were at the right height and angle, Taryn eagerly settled in to test drive the set-up. The first guy she would fuck in her imagination would be Darrian (again, if you believed the caption on the Internet picture), a really cute guy with a buffed body and a pretty smile who had the most gorgeous ass.

She would stroke her strapon in and out of the toy's snug, flesh-like opening, but in her mind she was leaning over Darrian's imaginary back as he was bent over the arm of her sofa. She would fuck him in the ass as her breasts and nipples pressed into his back. She'd whisper into his ear sexy, dirty talk about how much he was turning her on by taking her strapon deep into his cute little asshole and listen to his excited moans in response as she-

Shit! She just backed out a bit too far on the out-stroke. Her dildo was therefore angled incorrectly for the in-stroke, and she was fucking air instead of Darrian's ass.

Thank goodness this was practice time and not real-guy time!

It took a while in that first session to become even reasonably proficient enough to call Darrian back into her imagination and finally finish the fuck.

Having weeks earlier accepted the scientific, physiological, psychological truth as proven in multiple research studies that it was her natural role to look at and lust after naked guys, enjoying the sight of their hard cocks and firm butts, and knowing her pussy was _supposed_ to moisten when she saw them masturbating or doing any of the other things researchers had proven were exciting visuals for women, Taryn's fantasy-fucks now had her saying and doing things she had NEVER done with any guy.

Her dates in real life were with handsome, witty, intelligent men because that's what she liked and because her own good looks and intelligence meant it was easy to attract the same caliber partner. It was natural that her fantasy interactions would also be with witty, intelligent guys, but now the freedom she allowed herself to find pictures of handsome men who also happened to be totally naked and sporting erections meant she could fantasize about intelligence and wit packaged with a six-pack, a taut butt, sexy shoulders, and a luscious 7-inch cock.

Darrian in real life might have been dumb as a box of rocks, but fantasy-Darrian was guaranteed to be a charming, literate, well-traveled gentleman who also just happened to be eager to get fucked in the ass. With such an imaginary guy, Taryn let her inner minx come out to play, secure in the fantasy scenario that anything her libido might prompt in words or deeds would be a success.

With those odds, Taryn freed herself to say and do anything, knowing Darrian or Cory or geek guy would find her irresistibly sexy.

Before reading _What Do Women Want?_, she hadn't even THOUGHT of many of the things that were now part of her fantasies.

But it was all part of why the fantasies were so satisfying — nothing but handsome, sexy men who were invariably turned on by her and everything she said and did to them.

They were always clever and considerate. And they were always willing to masturbate for her, or plunge their tongues in her ass, or bend over and take her strapon, or lean across her lap for a playful spanking followed by a soothing massage with lotion that always led to one or more of her fingers slipping inside their assholes in the process, or . . .

So she knew Darrian was going to turn her on immensely. She knew he would absolutely adore getting fucked in the ass.

And now, thanks to her new toy, she'd be making the motions in real life that would be happening in her imagination as she slid her strapon dildo in and out of Darrian's delectable ass.

It quickly became one hell of a satisfying sexual fantasy:

Darrian-with-the-fantastic-ass was at her loft after a nice meal at one of her favorite restaurants. The dinner fare had been tasty and satisfying — just as she knew Darrian would be.

"Thank you for the beautiful evening out," Taryn said in her fantasy as she pulled a bottle of wine from the rack in her pantry. "I really like that restaurant, don't you?"
"You have great taste," he replied, watching her move about the kitchen, finding the opener and two glasses.

"Here, would you open this for me?" she asked, beckoning him to the kitchen with the bottle and the opener.

"My pleasure," he said, rising from the sofa to walk to her.

As he began peeling away the foil on the bottle, Taryn snuggled against his back, reaching under his arms to wrap him in her grasp, the palms of her hands flat against the crisp fabric of his button-down shirt.

Pressing her chest into his back, she whispered into his ear. "Thank you."

She slid one hand lower.

"Be careful. What you're doing might make me spill this," he said, now fumbling with the opener.

"I do not want to miss tasting even one delicious drop," Taryn purred as she dropped her hand lower, resting it just below his belt and making clear the most important meaning in her double entendre.

Somehow, Darrian struggled through extracting the cork and began pouring the wine into the two glasses. "And I don't want you to miss even one drop," he said, his cock responding to the feel of Taryn's hand pressing and rubbing lightly across his khakis beneath his belt buckle.

Picking up her glass from the counter top, she stepped back and away from him, freeing him to turn and face her, raising his own glass to his lips to take a sip.

Taryn had retreated the few steps it took to lean back against the opposite counter. Swirling the wine in her glass slightly as she eyed him, a small smile formed on her lips.

"Let me look at you for a moment, Darrian."

He responded with his own smile.

"That's an easy request to grant, Taryn. While you're looking at me, I can look at you, too."

She widened her smile.

"But you know what?" she said, putting her glass down behind her on the countertop. "I want to look at you without any of your clothes on."

With a foregone conclusion in her mind that he would be receptive to the idea, she stepped back toward him, embracing him and leaning up to taste the flavor of wine on his lips, to push her tongue inside his mouth, and to kiss him deeply, hungrily.

He was a great kisser.

Gratified to feel him hardening against her as she pressed into him, Taryn extended the kiss. Making clear her intention to direct what would happen next, she reached one hand to the back of Darrian's head, stroking his soft, thick hair before stretching her neck upward to bring her mouth close to his ear.

"I have wanted to see you naked since the first time I saw you," she whispered, her other hand now dropping to his crotch, blatantly fondling him, tracing the outline of his shaft before closing her hand around as much of it as she could manage through the fabric of his khakis.

"Strip for me."

"You are one sexy woman, Taryn," he replied. "But you know I'm not a male stripper or anything," Darrian said, a bit of uncertainty creeping into his voice.

"Don't worry, baby," she cooed. "You have a sexy walk, a confident manner, and a hell of a cute ass. And if this-" she squeezed gently around his cock, adding to the struggle she knew he was having with the growing erection trapped inside his slacks "-is any indication, you know very well you want me to see you naked."

"Turnabout is fair play," he said before kissing her just as passionately as she had feasted on his mouth a moment earlier.

"You'll see me naked in due time," she teased, drawing back from his kiss, "but I want to look at you first. I want you to be naked for me, to let me see every inch of you." She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. "I want you nude for me so I can see your cock, and I want it hard for me." She undid another button. "I want to look at your sexy butt and know I'm going to touch it, grab it, play with your fantastic bottom."

Her statement meant something very exciting and very specific to Taryn, but she knew the wording was innocent enough not to scare him off. Still, she watched him closely for any sign that the evening would not progress to the point at which the lubricated shaft of her strapon would be buried deep inside his snug asshole.

He smiled shyly. "So I guess, just like some guys are breast men and some guys are ass men, you must be an ass woman?"

It was her cue that Darrian was going to take every inch of her strapon before the night was over.

"Well, I guess you could say that," Taryn said, stepping back once again to lean against the counter opposite where he was standing. "But I am just as hungry to see your hard cock, too."

(In her fantasies — especially the fantasies she had been allowing herself since reading that women are natural voyeurs of the naked male anatomy — Taryn's conversation with make-believe partners had become more assertive, more confident in describing her own desires, more sexually graphic as a means of enhancing the eroticism of the scenario.)

"I started unbuttoning your shirt," she said, extending her hands behind her to stiff arm the edge of the counter and adjust her stance. It was meant to send the signal that she was going to wait right there, and he was going to completely disrobe for her. "Finish, then keep going."

"God, you are sexy," he said, fingers working down his shirt at the other buttons.

"Lay it on the counter," Taryn said, nodding her head toward the empty space next to the sink. "Then your undershirt, then everything else."

Hearing her own words directing this gorgeous man in no uncertain terms to take off all his clothes in front of her was a rush. Her pussy tingled as she watched him comply.

Darrian had to bend down and untie his shoes before he could get out of his slacks.

"No," she said, causing him to pause as he knelt on one knee, just about to untie the shoelace on a shoe.

He looked up, puzzled.

"Stand, turn around, and bend down to untie your shoes," she said, smiling at him sweetly. "You forgot. If I'm a cock-and-ass woman, you need to find ways to show off your ass."

"You are also a sexy tease," he said, rising with a twinkle in his eyes. "Another kiss first, though," Darrian said, momentarily taking back some control of the situation.

It was a welcome interlude for Taryn, and the fact that he was shirtless now meant she could slip one hand down his back as he kissed her, sliding her fingers underneath his belted khakis and his briefs to reach a few inches toward his ass, resting her fingertips there as the kiss continued then concluded.

Extracting her hand, she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "I am so very much enjoying your show, Darrian. Please continue."

The you-are-so-naughty look in his eyes was thrilling!

He turned, stepped forward slightly and bent over to untie his shoes.

"Mmmmm," she said, being sure he heard.

He wiggled his butt slightly in response.

She laughed. "Nice!"

Toeing off his shoes as he straightened, Darrian turned back around to face her. He reached for his belt.

"Let me," Taryn said, striding toward him quickly. She pulled the end of his belt from the buckle and tugged it backward to free the metal tongue from the hole, then slipped the end free. Reaching for his zipper, she eased it down, looking into his eyes as she did so.

"Is your cock getting hard for me?" she asked, knowing the answer as her hand slipped in between his zipper to lay her palm over the bulge in his briefs.

She withdrew and stepped back to resume her viewing position.

"I guess you're going to know pretty quickly," Darrian replied as he unhooked the waist of his khakis, letting them drop to the floor.

He looked delicious! With his slacks no longer hiding the view, Taryn could appreciate the snug briefs he was wearing.

Especially delectable was the outline of his cock trapped underneath the stretchy fabric covering his crotch.

Watching every sexy move as he stepped out of his slacks, laying them on the counter, and then watching him pull off his socks to toss them on top of his shoes, Taryn enjoyed the show, reveling in her newfound appreciation for, and acceptance of, the rightness of her own sexual arousal at seeing a man get naked.

She eagerly anticipated the next stage of Darrian's exposure.

"Good boy," she said impulsively, seeing the head of his lengthening cock poke above the waist band of his briefs.

The comment seemed to embarrass Darrian, a slight blush rising on his cheeks.

"Very good boy," Taryn said in response, her gaze now sliding over every inch of him as she enjoyed blatantly staring at the sexy man in front of her.

"I kind of feel a little like a sex object," he said, now hesitating before tugging down his briefs.

"And you should," she replied, looking into his eyes. "Isn't it a delightful feeling?"

She held his gaze, wondering what was running through his mind at that moment, searching for any clue about his response.

It was an intensely exciting moment. Her breath caught in her throat as her mind urged this delicious man forward in his acceptance that his nakedness was going to turn her on immensely.

That, yes, he WAS the sex object tonight.

"For you, Taryn, I will love being a sex object," Darrian finally said.

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down, quickly stepping out of them to toss them on top of his other clothes.

His cock bobbed sexily when he did.

"Oh, my," Taryn exclaimed softly. Fantasy Darrian's cock wis nice and big and gorgeous. Seven inches, at least, of beautiful, firm erection.

"So what does a sex object do next?" he asked impishly.

"He just stands there and lets the woman look at him, knowing how much she enjoys seeing his beautiful, naked, erect cock," she responded quickly, reaching again for her wine glass but never taking her eyes off him. Running her gaze up and down Darrian's luscious nude body, she sipped slowly, letting him watch her looking at him. Letting him see her looking at his erection.

Taryn drank slowly, smiling between sips of wine.

A sexy, naked guy only steps away from her. With a hard cock. On display for her.

"Then he turns around for her so she can see his tight little butt."

Shaking his head at her continued naughtiness, Darrian nonetheless turned, looking back over his shoulder at her.

"Like this?"

"Mmmmm, exactly like that, baby."

_God, this is hot_! Taryn thought within her fantasy. _He has a great ass_!

Darrian began to turn back around.

"No. Not yet."

He paused, then returned to his original position, looking back at her, his gaze asking for more instruction, more information.

"Your naked butt makes su-u-u-u-ch a pretty picture, Darrian. I want to look at it longer. Turn your head back around and just stand there for me."

With an impatient sigh, he followed her directions.

_Fantastic_!

"Remember, Taryn: I said it was no problem to let you look at me because I'd be looking at you, too."

She was tugging the bottom of her slinky top from under her slacks.

"Just a little while longer, baby. You'll like what you see after I've feasted my gaze on your butt, and I'm eager to see your nice juicy cock again."

Satisfied with her answer, his cock twitched in anticipation, something Taryn couldn't see.

Pulling free of her top, she reached behind to deftly unhook her bra, tossing it on the counter where she'd thrown her top.

Cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, a soft moan escaped from her throat. Darrian heard the sound, and he turned around, his hard dick wagging in front of him.

"Nice!" he said, a hungry look in his eyes as he watched Taryn toy with her pert tits and nipples.

"Back around, mister," she said as she continued tugging on the hard nubs between her fingers. "I really do have a thing for gorgeous male butts, and you definitely have one!"

Sighing in exasperation, Darrian remained the good boy, however.

When he was back in position, Taryn said, "Step back from the counter a little, Darrian."

That familiar tingle running between her nipples and her pussy had begun as she continued toying with her breasts and with Darrian.

"Far enough."

Again he looked back at her over his shoulder.

"Don't tease me like this, Taryn. You're making me crazy to touch you."

"Lean forward over the counter," she said.

_How exciting can this possibly get_! she thought, anticipation and sexual arousal and the mind rush of directing a naked man into the pose she wanted desperately to see.

"Spread your legs."

"Jesus, Taryn!"

But he did it.

"Oh, shit, Darrian. You have no idea how much this is turning me on. You're making me insanely hot right now."

He began to swivel his head-

"Don't move, baby. Don't turn around to look at me."

Her gaze was glued to Darrian's muscular flanks, to the peek of his balls as they came into view when he spread his legs.

Taryn was turning herself on by looking at a naked man, and he was right here in front of her in her kitchen!

"This is so hot," she said throatily as she stepped out of her shoes then wriggled out of her slacks. "You are so-o-o-o sexy like that!" Her panties, the crotch damp, were next to be removed, and Taryn loved it when she was naked, free to drop one hand to her pussy and find the dampness there.

She advanced on him, drinking in every detail of the sight before her: this handsome, naked man with his legs spread, leaning over her kitchen counter, displaying himself for her because that's what she told him to do.

Holy fuckin' shit! Could it get any better?

It did.

Immediately.

She snuggled herself against Darrian's flanks and leaned down over him, pressing the hard nubs of her excited nipples into his back.

He gasped, raising his head.

"God, Taryn! I have to see you-"

She shushed him immediately.

"Just enjoy," she whispered into his ear. "Just enjoy."

Then she reached one hand down, sliding it between her body and his in order to snake it between his spread legs and enclose his dangling balls in the warmth of her palm, closing her fingers gently around those two precious orbs.

"Ahhhhh," was all he could manage, and the sexy rumble in his chest created a vibration Taryn felt in her breasts as they pressed against him.

"See?" she whispered. "I told you it was going to feel good."

"God, I need to kiss you right now," he said urgently.

"Not now, Darrian," she replied, knowing she had other things to do to him while he was in this position. "I'm dying for that, too, but I want to play a little bit first."

"Have you been studying how to be sexy or something?" he asked, now slightly panting with the desire Taryn was building in him as she toyed with his balls.

She laughed softly in his ear.

"Graduate studies in making a guy hot," she said as she reached farther between his legs, rising from his back to allow her hand to release his balls and move up to the shaft of his hard cock. "You wouldn't believe the courses I took," she said playfully as she closed her fist around his erection. "There was an entire semester devoted to hand jobs."

Sliding her fist up his shaft, Taryn was rewarded with the wet stickiness she found leaking from the head of his cock. She had to bend lower to gain that access, bringing her face to his lower back, kissing him there.

"Would you like to find out if I learned anything when I took Advanced Hand Jobs 5241 as part of my grad studies, Darrian?" she asked slyly, enjoying the tease of telling her naked date about a make-believe curriculum in arousing men.

"Yes!" he hissed, pressing his hips forward to thrust his cock through her fist, his pre-cum smearing along the length of it as Taryn created just the right amount of friction with just the right amount of grip around his beautiful hardness.

"Too bad you'll have to wait," she teased, releasing her grip and rising to again lean over him, putting her lips close to one of his ears. "In the meantime, I'm sure you taste really good, baby," she said softly, stepping to his side so he could turn his head and watch as she licked his wetness from her palm.

"God damn!" Darrian said, straightening. "You're driving me completely-"

"Back down," she said, interrupting him in mock severity, and she swatted him smartly on one of his luscious asscheeks.

_God! That felt good_! Taryn thought, the satisfying pop to Darrian's ass feeding another part of her man-fucking fantasies.

Surprised, he lingered upright for a moment.

_Come on, baby, come on . . . back down into position for me_, Taryn thought, desperately hoping she had not pushed him too far.

She shivered in sexual excitement when Darrian eased himself back down into position.

Pop! "That's better," she said, swatting him on the other cheek just to even things out. (And because her first smack had been such sexy fun!) "It'll be so-o-o-o worth it to wait just a few more minutes," she cooed, stepping around back behind him and again draping herself over his back in order to press her abdomen against his sexy ass. "I didn't want to have to smack your little butt like that," she lied, knowing what was coming next was going to make her crazy with lust.

Taryn slid down his back, her hands running down his rib cage. She savored the feel of his skin under her fingertips. She drank in the scent of him. She teased her nipples with the friction of their track along his back, reaching his ass before she stopped, lingering.

Then she dropped to her knees behind him.

"Maybe I should kiss it and make it better."

Darrian groaned loudly, dropping his forehead to the countertop.

"Shit, woman! You're the sexiest lady I've ever-"

The sensation of Taryn's lips sealing against the cheek she had just swatted interrupted Darrian's compliment as he gasped at the sensation of her lips and tongue pressed against his naked asscheek.

"Mmmmm," Taryn said, her lips still sealed against his ass but now moving a little to the side as she held her tongue between them in order to lubricate the motion. Leaning back for a moment, she said, "You taste so good, baby!"

Darrian actually banged his forehead softly on the countertop.

"Oh, my god." he said in a whisper, followed immediately by a moan that thrilled Taryn, raising goose pimples on the back of her neck.

"So good," Taryn said, now lightly dragging her parted lips all over the cheek she had so unceremoniously slapped a moment before. "I know you can't see it, baby," she said, pressing her cheek against his cheek as she turned her head slightly in order to speak the words, "but I'm rubbing my clit right now because you're making me so hot."

Some kind of sound emanated from Darrian's throat, but Taryn couldn't describe it. Maybe a whimper? No, not exactly. A moan of desire?

Her fingers found her hard and throbbing clit, and she slid them lower to gather a bit of the wetness from between the lips of her pussy. Still placing butterfly kisses across Darrian's gorgeous ass, she then pinched her clit slightly to smooth the liquid along the sides of the tunnel of skin through which the end of her hardened nub had extended.

"I can't ignore the other side," she said, now nuzzling Darrian's other asscheek.

The heat of him spread warmth on her face.

"God, what you're doing, Taryn!" he exclaimed, a little ripple working through one hip and down one leg. "You're driving me crazy. I have to hold you, feel you in my-"

Darrian gasped in a deep breath at the surprise of Taryn's next act. He actually choked a little with the suddenness of what she did.

Abandoning her excited clit for the moment, Taryn had drawn her hand upward to place it on one of his asscheeks, her other hand already gripping the other.

Taryn spread him apart and planted her tongue directly on his asshole.

Darrian's entire body squirmed, but Taryn had his ass firmly in her grasp, and she kept him spread apart, now pushing her tongue deeper.
"Ahhh, my god that feels good," Darrian gasped in surprise.

Taryn had a mini-orgasm when she heard those words. She felt his crinkled opening yield a bit to her invasion.

"No woman has . . . oh, god . . . no woman has ever done this to me," he managed to gasp as he squirmed chest and forearms across the countertop. "Oh, shit! Oh, damn, that feels so good!"

His words triggered a wave of lust that rolled through every cell of Taryn's body. She rose quickly, extracting her tongue and releasing her grip on his ass in order to turn him around and embrace him hungrily, planting her mouth on his and sharing his musky scent in a move that took his breath away.

Breaking the kiss, Taryn dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed his hard and leaking cock, and looked up into his eyes.

"I got an A in the graduate course on blowjobs, too," she grinned.

Oh, sweet Jesus! He was delicious! Taryn worked his cock over with every trick she had ever mastered about cocksucking (and a few she tried out after seeing the gay porn vids), and he was soon in near hyperventilation state.

"You're gonna have to stop, Taryn!" he exclaimed. "You're gonna make me come, and I haven't even had my mouth on your fantastic nipples yet," Darrian complained.

"Let's go to the sofa," she said, rising and grabbing his slippery cock in order to pull him — literally — into the living room area of her spacious loft.

Releasing him and plopping herself down on the sofa, Taryn positioned Darrian in front of her and then leaned up to place her hands on his shoulders and press down, sending the unmistakable message about what she wanted next.

"Pussy first, then you can suck my nipples."

After he had dropped to his knees in front her, she put her hands on the back of his head and drew his face to her crotch. Darrian, being the perfect date that he was, settled into position on his haunches, propping his arms on her thighs, and spread her wet lips apart Then he leaned in so he could slide his tongue inside her.

It was Taryn's turn to moan.

And continue to moan as Darrian's talented tongue worked its magic on her pussy, on her clit.

When her orgasm hit, she gripped his head with her thighs and rode out an intensely satisfying climax, pressing his face tight against her pussy and bucking against his mouth as she endured the intense pleasure of her wracking spasms.

It took her a minute to come down from the high, and when she opened her eyes, Darrian was on his haunches, scooted back a little from his pussy-eating spot. His beautiful, stiff dick pointed to the ceiling, and he was stroking it, running his fist up and down the entire length of it, a light sheen of pre-cum occasionally reflecting the light as Taryn watched.

(What a great fantasy this was turning out to be!)

"Keep it up, baby. Let me watch," Taryn said with a satisfied glow on her face but a hint of more excitement to come in her voice as she watched this handsome man masturbate for her.

"You promised I'd get to suck your nipples, to hold you tight," he reminded her with a sly smile.

But he didn't stop stroking his cock.

"All that will feel really good, Darrian," she replied, arranging herself more comfortably on the sofa, "but I really do enjoy seeing you do that."

He held her gaze. Stroking.

"But do not come," she said, an evil smile crossing her face. "We have more fun in store tonight before you spurt for me."

Darrian shook his head slowly as he continued looking into her eyes.

"How did I get so lucky to be with you?" he asked.

"Luck had nothing to do with it, baby," Taryn replied, fingertips lazily circling one nipple as she watched the naked man in front of her masturbate. "I wanted you. I wanted to do everything we've done so far, including sitting here and watching you stroke your cock for me."

She watched in fascination and growing arousal. She tracked his eyes as they slid up and down her naked body.

He was looking at her while he masturbated. She knew he was thinking about playing with her naked body, knew he was thinking about fucking her.

It was one hell of a turn-on to see him, knowing he was hot for her and thinking about fucking her as he stroked his cock.

His show was sexier than anything she'd ever seen.

Then it occurred to her that it was also the perfect way to set the stage for what she wanted desperately to do to him.

"Would you like some lube for your pretty cock, Darrian?" Taryn asked, knowing the answer he would give. "I have some in the drawer next to the sofa."

She darted her eyes to the end table.

He leaned forward, interrupting his show, and licked his way up her belly to her chest, closing his lips around one of her hard nipples.

It felt so damned good when he did that!

Tugging her nipple forward as he sucked, holding it between his lips before releasing it with a soft pop, Darrian looked up at her. "I had to do that, Taryn. You could not possibly deny me that any longer," he said softly in a voice that made clear he would have done it no matter what she said.

Thrilling!

As he leaned to the side to slide open the drawer, every cell in Taryn's body went on high alert, poised in anticipation for what would happen next.

She watched him intently as he reached into the drawer, searching for a bottle or tube of lube.

He found it next to her strapon dildo and harness.

"Did you find the lube?" she asked, somehow managing to keep her voice from shaking in excitement.

He retrieved the bottle of lubricant in one hand, but then he pulled out the dildo and the harness with the other.

"Taryn, what the hell?"

"Shhhhh," she soothed, reaching for her strapon and the harness, taking them from him and laying them on the sofa cushion. "You needed some lube so it would be more comfortable to masturbate a little longer for me while I watch, remember?"

"But what are you thinking?" he asked, his gaze darting to her man-fucking equipment as it lay next to her. "Are you planning to-"

Again she shushed him, pressing a fingertip to his lips.

"Look at me, Darrian," she said softly, chewing her bottom lip slightly as she prepared herself to deliver the sexiest entreaty she could possibly concoct to ensure the evening continued successfully. "Right now I'm going to explain why you are going to enjoy every second of what's going to happen from this point forward tonight."

The bottle of lube was still in his hand, and she took it gently from him, pulling him to sit next to her on the sofa. She snuggled close to him, placing one hand on his chest as she flipped the top on the bottle of lube with the other.

"You have no idea how hot and sexy and incredibly arousing you are to me, Darrian," she whispered into his ear, turning slightly toward him so she could raise one knee and crook it over his thigh. "You have no idea how wet you're making me, how absolutely desperate I am to have you plunge your fantastic hard cock into my sopping pussy."

She rocked her hips forward in order to bring her pussy in contact with his thigh. "See?" Taryn pressed her crotch into him. Her wetness on his skin, her pussy in contact with his leg, excited her. Drawing her hand from his chest, she cupped her palm and poured some of the glistening lubricant into it before clicking the top closed and tossing the bottle next to her dildo and the harness.

Closing her fist around his dick, now wilted a bit in his obvious concern and anxiety, Taryn began to make good on her boast about her hand job skills.

She continued her sexy narrative as she smeared the lube over his shaft, tugging it to lengthen it, coaxing the hardness back.

"You want me to do it to you, Darrian. I know you do. You're wondering right now if the incredible sensations you experienced when I tongued your asshole are only a tiny percentage of the sexual bliss you would feel if I slid something even bigger inside."

Life began to ebb back into Darrian's cock.

"It's gonna feel so-o-o-o-o good, baby, and I'll be slow and gentle and so loving and careful when you open up for me, Darrian."

His breathing was shallow. He swallowed hard.

"But-"

"No," Taryn said, squirming one breast into his shoulder and pressing her thigh a little harder into his. "Don't have even a single worry, baby. I've seen your cute little asshole, and I want to tenderly massage it, to ease it open for me. It's sexy and beautiful, and it turns me on incredibly."

Darrian's dick was responding to her touch and to the erotic web of words she was weaving into his mind.

"My tongue on your asshole, baby — remember how good that felt? You were moaning, Darrian. You were squirming in my grasp. Remember? Remember how warm and nasty and sexy and slippery my tongue felt?" She knew her next comment would drive him crazy: "You wanted my tongue deeper, and you invited it inside, relaxing for me. I felt you opening up. I felt how much you liked it, didn't I?"

He surprised her by turning his head to her, slipping the fingers of either hand underneath her hair as it fell over her ears, and pulling her lips to his.

The kiss sent shivers of excitement that rippled back and forth between Taryn's nipples and her dripping pussy.

Breaking the kiss but keeping his mouth close to hers, he said in a soft, sexy, man-growl: "Keep up your dirty talk, Taryn, and you just might convince me."

Then he kissed her deeply again before dropping one hand to hers, urging her on with her ministrations to his cock.

"I said we'd do lots of sexy things tonight before you spurt for me, Darrian," Taryn resumed, "but when you finally open and take my pretty strapon dildo all the way inside you, you are going to be desperately close to your orgasm."

His cock was now as hard as it had been all night.

"Why don't you get back down where I can watch you masturbate again now that we've lubed your pretty cock up sufficiently?"

Darrian groaned.

"Then you can play with yourself while I finish the description of how crazy good I'm gonna make you feel tonight."

He pushed himself forward off the sofa and stood, turning to face her, his hard cock inches from her face, glistening with a mixture of lube and pre-cum.

He leaned forward slightly to plant his hands on her breasts, kneading them, tugging on her nipples, pinching them just to the point of delicious pleasure with only a hint of equally pleasurable pain.

"You can't expect me not to crave playing with you, Taryn," Darrian said, lingering over her as he trapped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging gently. "God, I love what you're doing to me, but it's only making me more and more desperate to grab you, pick you up in my arms, and take you to your bedroom so I can toss you on the covers and devour you."

"You'll get your turn," she whispered, reaching one hand forward to cradle his balls. "But that'll be after I watch you some more. It'll be after I fuck you."

"Then I'll need some time to recover," he purred, emphasizing his conditions with a squeeze to her hardened nubs. "But you can count on the fact that I have lots of ways to drive you just as crazy with lust as you've made me."

Drawing one of his ears close to her lips, she whispered, "I'm counting on it."

His balls still nestled in one palm, it was easy to feel the reaction her response had on Darrian's body.

The release of his vulnerable orbs was the signal to resume his show. Watching him settle back into place, Taryn said, "I'm going to rub my clit while I watch you stroke your dick, Darrian. I'll finish convincing you how much you're going to love feeling my strapon dildo slide into your asshole while we both masturbate."

He began stroking his cock once again, an endlessly fascinating visual for Taryn. Sometimes his fist slid up and down the entire length of it. Sometimes he concentrated on the top half of it. Sometimes he twisted his hand around it. Sometimes he would pause, slide his fist to the base, and bend it forward then back before resuming his stroking motions up and down the full length of his erection.

No matter what he did, she loved watching him masturbate.

Continuing his show for her, Darrian spread his legs open just a bit more, readjusting himself on his haunches so he could reach his other hand to his balls, cradling them, teasing them, as he continued to stroke his cock for her.

"Oh, you are really making me crazy hot right now, baby," Taryn said, her fingers dipping into her soaking pussy and spreading the wetness upward to her throbbing clit. "Seeing you play with your nice, hard cock while you fondle your balls is so very sexy!"

She giggled, pulling her gaze from his crotch to look into his eyes. "Maybe you'll make me a special, private video of this?"

"Maybe we can make a deal about that," he answered, slowing his strokes and trailing his gaze from her eyes down her body to her pussy and the action of her hand and fingers.

His implication was clear.

"We'll talk," Taryn said sexily, smiling. "But don't stop playing with yourself while I seal the deal for your pretty little asshole."

_God! Am I actually saying this?_ she thought, excitement coursing through her body and centering on her clit as she continued rubbing it.

(Even in her fantasies, Taryn sometimes took note of the amazing freedom and satisfaction she now allowed herself and her sexuality.)

"Yes, Darrian, it's going to feel even better than my tongue."

"Not possible," he said, grinning.

"Don't you want to find out?"

"I'm a virgin."

Hot lust shot from her kneecaps to her scalp, raising goosebumps on her areolae that accented the hardness of her nipples even more.

"I was hoping you were," Taryn replied. "It will be so-o-o-o-o sexy knowing my strapon is the very first to slide inside your snug, warm, sexy ass."

"But virgins are tight," he said, now in teasing mode himself, drawing out her description, prompting her for more nasty talk.

"And I will be so gentle with your virgin opening, baby," she cooed. "You will never feel a more tender, more gentle, more delicious penetration as I inch inside you very, very slowly."

She licked her lips.

He parted his, panting slightly, ceasing his strokes momentarily.

"Your talk alone will make me come if I keep jacking for you, Taryn," he warned.

"Oooh, what a lovely idea," she responded, watching as his steel-hard cock pulsed in front of her, jerking occasionally with the effort it took for him to tamp down the desperate need for release he was fighting to hold in check as he kept his hands away from his straining cock.

Noticing the danger point had passed, Taryn resumed her dirty talk. "Maybe I'll call you up at work one day and say things like this to you over the phone."

"Tease! Nasty, naughty, terrible tease!" he answered, hands still off his cock and balls, dick still pulsing in all its beautiful length as it stood at attention for her.

"But for now, baby, I'll tell you right here how much you're going to enjoy your first strapon fuck."

Her own words were making Taryn increasingly hot, and a mini-orgasm coursed its way from her pussy up into her belly.

"You sound pretty sure of yourself," Darrian said, returning a hand to his cock. "Am I in the hands of a woman who's fucked a lot of guys in the ass with her strapon dildo?"

_How should I answer?_ wondered Taryn.

"No, baby — you're my first."

"So you're not really sure I'll like it, are you?"

"Oh, I'm more than sure, Darrian." She leaned forward to be closer to him so he would hear her whisper. "The way your sexy asshole opened up for my tongue told me everything I need to know about how much you're going to enjoy taking every inch of my strapon inside you."

Darrian again stopped stroking his cock.

Taryn cast a satisfied gaze on his stiff dick, again twitching and jerking as he fought to short circuit his climax. Reaching forward to place her forefinger under his chin and lift his face to just the right height to gaze deeply into his eyes, she said, "You're having a really hard time stopping yourself from coming, aren't you?"

He gritted his jaw tight and drew in a big breath as the spasms in his cock subsided slightly.

"You're the reason, Taryn. You're teasing me so much it ought to be against the law!" he answered in whispered frustration.

"Then we'd better begin, don't you think?"

Immediately Taryn worried that her invitation to strapon play would propel Darrian into full-blown spurts of sticky white cum. His fists clenched with the effort of denying his orgasm.

She held her breath.

He teetered on the edge of climax, fighting it, slowing it, backing away from it.

The moment passed, but his cock was leaking pre-cum at a prodigious rate.

Dropping her forefinger from his chin to his cock, Taryn drew the pad of her finger up the length of his shaft, gathering the slippery wetness up to the swollen, almost purple head of his erect dick. She swirled it over the plum-like top of his pulsing erection, savoring the oil-on-velvet sensations.

"Poor baby," she purred. "But you're so very good, Darrian — you delayed the gratification of the incredible release you would have had just then." She slid from the cushion to the floor, crouching in front of him. Licking the lingering taste of his pre-cum from her finger, Taryn said, "When you finally come, it's going to be even more intensely pleasurable than what might have just happened." She leaned in to kiss him before rising from her crouch and stepping to the side.

"Chest on the cushion, Darrian," she directed, patting the sofa in front of him. "Get comfortable and spread your knees so I can reach under you to play with you."

As he positioned himself, Taryn again picked up the bottle of lubricant. She popped it open and tipped the bottle at the top of his ass crack. Squeezing out a generous glob that began rolling down into the valley between his parted cheeks and toward his exposed asshole, she quickly added some more lube into her palm. Closing the bottle and dropping it to the floor, she reached the palm to his hard shaft and closed her fist around it while at the same time cupping the fingers of her other hand and pressing them between his cheeks to trap the lube and begin smearing it across his asshole.

"Oh, Jesus!" Darrian exclaimed, his words muffled into the sofa cushion.

Toying with him like this was insanely hot, Taryn found. She had him trapped between her two hands, sexually stimulating him with both.

While she adored the feeling of stroking a man's cock, doing it at the same time she was stroking his asshole only ramped up the excitement.

Another mini-orgasm hit, and she paused momentarily, shivering through its brief duration.

Darrian would have none of the delay, though. He impatiently humped into her fist, groaning in frustration.

His desperation to come, his excitement at what she was doing to him — they were driving her crazy.

She stopped petting and massaging his asshole in order to slide a finger inside him up to the first knuckle.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god," he gritted out, the words almost unintelligible as he moaned into the cushion. Turning his face to the side, he exclaimed, "Shit, Taryn! Damn! You're making me feel so-"

She slid in farther.

He gasped in shock and surprise, drawing in a big breath that was both a the sexiest moan she had ever heard and a clear entreaty for her go deeper.

Taryn wisely refrained, feeling him flutter around the finger she had impaled to a teasing length. At the same time, his cock jerked ominously, and she slid her fist to the base of it and clamped down tightly, denying even the hint of release.

It was insanely exciting to have him in her control like that, knowing she was creating a desperate need in him to come because she was teasing herself into his virgin opening and at the same time stroking his dripping cock toward an explosive climax.
Her firm, orgasm-denying grip on his cock still in place, Taryn slid her finger home.

She immediately feared he would lose it, and she would be powerless to stop it. He pushed his face into the cushion and moaned loudly in frustration as his asshole clenched at her finger, surprising her at how tightly he could squeeze it. Becoming perfectly still — even to the point that he stopped breathing — Darrian endured what Taryn realized was a cruel denial of a massive orgasm.

_Oh, lord! Is this hot!_ she thought, not daring to move a muscle herself as Darrian's moans devolved into whimpers and he remained motionless, rigid. _He's so ready for me to fuck him, and I'm so ready to do it, that I can wait no longer to bend him over the arm of this sofa and fuck his brains out_.

After several more seconds of breathless anticipation, it seemed Darrian had succeeded in stopping yet another orgasm. Her finger still in his ass, she eased her grip from the base of his cock.

An immediate dribble of pre-cum mixed with what surely must have been cum leaked from the end of his dick, dripping onto her carpet as his cock twitched and jerked. He sagged into the cushion in exhaustion, his asshole relaxing around her finger.

THAT was the most mind-blowing thing Taryn had experienced all night.

It was Darrian's unmistakable signal he was ready for her to fuck him in the ass.

She eased her finger out slowly then used her hand to gather excess lube from between his cheeks. Smearing it on his asshole, she again penetrated him, feeling him open to her second invasion, accustoming himself to the feel of her penetrations.

Taryn finger-fucked him.

How exciting!

Extracting her finger again, she rolled that finger plus another through the slipperiness between his cheeks. She pressed her middle finger on top of her forefinger and clamped them together, preparing for her next penetration.

Darrian was going to take two fingers in his ass.

She pressed at the entrance of his crinkled opening, feeling it yield. At a slow, steady pace, Taryn slid her fingers in, watching in growing arousal as they disappeared inside of him.

His moans and groans added to her desperation to fuck him with her strapon.

But first she would hold two fingers inside his warn, snug anus, feeling his sexual desire for her from the inside out.

He turned his head to the side and looked at her.

"Taryn! Please! You have to fuck me right now or I'll go crazy!" he implored, his asshole squeezing her fingers then relaxing only to squeeze again.

"Tell me again, Darrian," she said in a husky voice, jiggling her breasts as she spoke, knowing he could see them with his head turned to look at her. "Tell me one more time what you want while I have my fingers inside you."

Maybe it was because this was the first fantasy with her new toy set-up, but this was by far the most intense man-fucking scenario Taryn's imagination had ever devised. Never had she been such a tease. Never had she talked so dirty to the guy she would fuck. Never had she toyed with him for so long, made him wait in such desperation.

Never had she turned herself on more.

"God, Taryn! You know what I want!" he sputtered, now rising up on his elbows and craning his neck to look fully into her face. "I want you to strap yourself into that dildo, and I want you to fuck me in the ass until I come!"

She pressed her fingers as deep into him as they would go, watching his eyelids flutter as she did it.

"What about me?" she asked, thrilled at his request but wanting to hear the words she knew would add even more excitement.

"Oh, shit, baby!" Darrian exclaimed. "Plow my ass good until you come, too!"

He emphasized the request with a tight squeeze around her fingers.

She leaned in to kiss him as she slowly withdrew her fingers from his now thoroughly lubricated asshole.

Rising from beside him, she patted him on the ass and said, "Just relax for a minute, baby."

Taryn walked to her bathroom to wash her hands but was too excited to delay for even one second what she knew was coming. Stepping back into the living room while still in the process of drying her hands, she said, "Your cock is so pretty, Darrian. Stand up and let me see it while I put on my harness and dildo." Advancing to the sofa, she draped the towel over the arm then picked up the harness.

He rose slowly, stiff from his time on his haunches and then his knees. His erection had not abated, however, and with every move he made his cock bobbed sexily in response.

Taryn could not draw her gaze from it as she strapped into the harness then retrieved the dildo in order to fit it through the ring at the crotch and get everything tugged and snugged into place.

As a result, the two of them stood facing each other, hard cocks at the ready.

Hers was a non-human shade of pink, a pretty shaft of plastic that nonetheless sent a clear message it was capable of delicious penetration.

His was definitely human, throbbing in excitement, and sending a clear message the man to which it was attached was crazyhot to get fucked in the ass.

She picked up the bottle of lube from where she had tossed it on the floor and then backed into Darrian where he stood. The satisfying feel of his erect cock pressed against her back and her butt told her she was properly positioned.

"I know you're right-handed," she teased, turning her head to look at him with a grin. "So hold out your right hand and let me pour some lube into it."

He nuzzled her neck as he did so.

"Mmmm, yeah, baby," she replied, squirting a generous amount of lube into his upturned palm. "That feels nice."

In reply, Darrian, nibbled her ear lobe.

"Now stroke my cock the way you masturbated for me a few minutes ago," she purred, tossing the capped bottle of lube to the sofa.

He closed his fist around her cock, whispering into her ear. "You'll never really know what this feels like," he said, his fist now stroking up and down her strapon, "but take my word for it, Taryn. It feels fucking fantastic."

He continuing stroking her cock as he pressed his own into the back of her. Reaching with both hands behind her, she planted them on his hips, gripping them to immobilize him as she pressed back into him harder.

The sensations of his hot breath on the back of her neck and his stiff cock trapped between the two of them as it pressed against her mixed into sublime pleasure for Taryn. Knowing the dildo Darrian was now thoroughly lubing would soon slide deep into his asshole only added to the intensity of the scenario.

"I'm sure it's good and coated now," he said urgently.

"You're eager for your fucking, aren't you?" she answered.

"Taryn, if you don't fuck me this very instant I'm going to jack off right now until I come, and I promise you it won't take more than a few strokes," Darrian replied.

She knew he meant it. He was desperately hot and bothered and aching for a long-denied orgasm.

"Go lean over the arm of the sofa," she said, her words clipped and hurried but leaving no doubt he was to comply immediately. Her tone becoming softer and more sensual, she continued with her instructions. "Then back your ass up and spread your legs so I can reach around and help you out when I start fucking you," she said, surprising herself at how much her directions sounded like something she'd heard in a favorite man-fucking video.

Darrian scrambled into place, his eagerness evident in every movement, and each one of those movements caused his stiff cock to bob and twitch.

She walked to stand behind him.

Then Taryn just stood there, amazingly turned on by the sight in front of her and savoring every aspect of the scenario: Darrian's sexy ass, upturned and eager; her dildo glistening with lube, upthrust from her crotch and ready to sink into him; the insanely arousing thought of what was going to happen next . . .

He wiggled his ass.

"God, I want this so bad," he growled as he extended his arms to grip the cushion of the sofa. "Fuck me, Taryn. You've got to fuck me right now or I'll go crazy!"

She stepped forward and spread his asscheeks.

He moaned.

Maneuvering into position behind him, it took a few seconds to get into the proper stance so her dildo was lined up nicely at the entrance of his asshole. Slowing inching forward, the end of her strapon nudged first slightly above the entry point then nudged slightly to the left before it found its mark dead center.

"Oh, my god!" Darrian groaned, and Taryn knew she had found the right spot.

She leaned into him, and the tip of her strapon slid in.

He gasped.

She pushed into him deeper.

He gasped again, this time moaning and raising up on his elbows.

As she continued to slide into him, Taryn reached around and found his hard, throbbing cock, and she closed her fist around it, pressing into his back in the process and sliding the dildo all the way home.

Darrian was completely impaled on her strapon, and she had his stiff erection firmly in her grasp.

It took a few seconds to get the rhythm right, but in short order Taryn was stroking him in a reach-around handjob as she fucked him in the ass.

His increasingly urgent moans let her know he was going to come soon, and she released his cock in order to grab onto his hips with both hands and fuck him in earnest, focusing now on her own pleasure, drinking in the intensely arousing sight of her strapon sliding in and out of his asshole, feeling pleasurable ripples created whenever she banged against his flanks.

"Oh, shit!" he groaned, dropping back to the sofa cushion.

It was a huge turn-on to see him grasp at the cushion, crazy to dig his fingers into something, anything, as he tried desperately to cope with the intensely pleasurable sensations Taryn was creating in his ass, in his cock, in his entire body. The sight pushed her closer to her own orgasm.

"Aaaarghh," Darrian screamed into the cushion as his cock erupted, spurting ropes of cum into the towel Taryn had draped over the arm of the sofa. He jerked up, stiff-arming the cushion, panting in arousal as his entire body shook.

That did it for Taryn.

She slammed tight against his ass and ground her hips into him, squirming as her own orgasm rippled in waves through her, top to bottom then bottom to top. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself tight against him in a near black-out of sexual bliss.

Extracting her mind from the fantasy scenario that had its grip so tight on every one of her sexual senses, Taryn somehow managed the thought that she needed to ease up, that she might be pushing into her new sextoy so hard that she would snap the suction cup off the end of it.

It was nearly impossible to have any other thought as she stood up on shaky legs, sliding her dildo out of the toy and stumbling backward in total exhaustion. She collapsed into a chair, her breathing ragged, a deep flush across her collarbones and the top of her chest, her pussy still spasming against the crotch of the harness and the base of the dildo.

She was covered in a light sheen of perspiration, the exertion of the fantasy and the corresponding physical motions she'd been replicating in real life exhausting her.

It was several minutes before she recovered, a light chill settling over her as the sweat evaporated from her body, prompting her to rise from the chair and drag herself into the bathroom to begin the process of unstrapping the harness and pulling out the dildo to drop into the sink for a thorough washing.

That would all have to wait, however. Taryn could do nothing after fantasy-fucking Darrian's sexy ass but crawl into bed, draw the covers up under her chin, and sink into a satisfying, but exhausted, deep sleep.

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