Vickie's playthings.
*Inspired by Vickiep...
She was my older sister's friend. Her name was Vickie, pretty with dark brown hair. Her looks, her comments made me feel all strange inside. She always would say how cute I was. I didn't know what the feelings were and diffinitely not how to describe them. She always seemed so confident, maybe even forceful at times. It was easy to be drawn to her.
It was her idea, that I knew. She had convinced my sister that it would be fun to "dress me up." I guess I liked the attention at first, but soon noticed how good the material felt against my young skin. I was embarrashed at first, too. However, having my sister there made it less so, she had seen me nude before. Vickie though, was another story. Pulling my shorts down, my dick right there in front of her, I felt her eyes on me. Strange and thrilling, I wiggled into girly panties, feeling the material slide up my ass crack. One of their girly, little bras on my chest, make up came next, then a wig.
"Look how cute he looks!" Vickie said as he paraded me in front of my sister, we all giggled and laughed. It was Vickie's touch though, that was the most thrilling. With my sister not looking, Vickie ran her hand over my bare ass. It felt electric! I felt tingles through my whole body. It made me light headed. Another touch of her hand and a finger slipped under the thong between my cheeks and touched my opening. I don't think my sister knew. I don't know why, but I didn't say a word. It felt wonderful, I guess and also, Vickie was kind of intimidating!
Shortly after, it seemed that I saw her more often. It also seemed that I somehow found myself alone with her more. Being near a pretty girl was thrilling, of course, and I loved every chance I got. Her compliments, her attention, her confidence. We were alone, waiting for my sister one day when she told me that she wanted to touch me. I remember asking what she meant and seeing the look on her face as she slid her hand down my shorts and rubbed my asshole. I stood, frozen. I didn't think I had a choice! At least, that was what I would tell myself later, but I knew I wanted it, too. Vickie pushed her finger inside me. It made my young cock stir and tingle.
Flash forward a few years and our relationship blossomed. The first time, how it started, was after a party. Maybe I sought her out, maybe she sought me out, but there, in the dark, we found each other. Between two houses, we found ourselves. I think I even heard other's there in the bushes exploring as well. I had never forgotten those young experiences. I guess I was certainly drawn to her, and maybe even a ittle submissive to her. "Pull your pants down," she whispered. I did, already feeling my cock begin to swell. Vickie squeezed my ass, and pulled me open. In the cool air, I felt her wet finger on my asshole. I was now instantly hard! There was no hiding my arousal! I inhaled and gasped when I felt her finger enter me. Standing there, in the dark, she finger fucked me, pushing into me deeper each time. Lost in the excitement, the erotic thrill, I had started to stroke myself and soon was trembling and squeezing down on ner finger. Vickie pushed a second finger in and I exploded. Trembling, shaking in my orgasm, I came all over the ground in front of me. "Good boy," was all she said as she quickly left. I remember thinking, "I think I love her!"
Of course , it wasn't love, maybe lust though. Vickie seemed to have male friends that were a little more on the feminine side, a little more submissive maybe. For sure, one's that she seemed to control. It was her personality, she was the "Alpha." Knowing looks and glances between us soon had me secretly wanting into her inner circle. Those looks and glances quickly lead to more encounters... Although I was interested ina more traditional releatinship with her, that was not to be... Her hand gently, but firmly on my throat, she told me to tell her that I wanted it. Turning me around, pushing her hand down the back of my waist band, she told me again, "Tell me you want it!" "I want it!" I said. "You want what?" she demanded. Incredibly, I could feel myself dripping precum already. I knew what she would do, deep down, I guess I wanted it too. How else could I explain the excitement I felt, the tingle in my balls and in the tip of my cock? "I want your fingers inside me!" I cried out as she pressed an unlubed finger into me. The pain and pleasure felt directly linked. Also, directly linked to my cock and brain.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" she asked, squeezing my throat, pushing her finger deeper. Without thinking, I cried out, "Yes." Do want want a boy to fuck you?" I couldn't answer, I tried to process. "Do you want to suck cock? Do you want a cock inside you?" Still, I didn't answer. Pulling down my shorts, she had me bend over and kicked my apart. "Stay there!" she barked. I think I barely moved, I think I barely breathed. Then I felt something slick against my skin, sliding along my ass crack. I looked back, she had a red dildo in her hand and pressed the tip against my asshole. Her other hand gripped my waist as she leaned over. Her lips, sensually close to my ear, whispered, "I want to see you get fucked," then she pushed it inside me!
The more I cried out, the more I protested and whimpered, the more she seemed to like it! The harder she fucked me, the more aroused she seemed to get! "Come here!" she told me and made me walk over to a sofa, still with that dildo deep inside me! "Get on your knees," I would of done anything at this point. I watched as she stripped off her pants and panties, then sat back, letting me see her beautiful, glistening slit. "Lick me!" wasall she said. That was all she had too! I licked and lapped at her sweet, delicious flower, tasting her, savoring her. I licked her until my jaws became sore and my tongue became strained. In the excitement and from my asshole throbbing and squeezing down, the dildo fell out of me. She told me to put it back in... and I did!
So fucking sexy, she had her legs up and they were shaking when she came. Her hands holding my face into her, she breathlessly said, "Good boy!" Strange how good those words could make me feel, almost like a reward. "You can go get yourself off in the bathroom, now. But, clean up after, don't leave a fucking mess." she said. Standing there, in front of her mirror and sink, I wondered how I had gotten there. So turned on though, tasting her on my lips and tongue, still smelling her on my face, I still stroked myself and covered her mirror with semen! Silently, I whispered, "Fuck," knowing that I'd now have to clean that off, too.
Later, I thought about what she had said. It did strangely arouse me. I for sure wasn't gay, wasn't into other boys and yet, so arousing! Was it her power? Was it that I felt desperate to please her?
It was not more than a few days later when, in private, I asked if I could come over again. She asked if I wanted her to invite another boy friend that she had. I asked if I would know him before I even realized that asking it was the same thing as saying yes. "Of course you will know him," was her response, strong and stern. I asked if it could just be her and I. I asked if that would be OK. When she said she would think about it, I felt a sense of panic, like I had disappointed her. I desperately did not want to disappoint her!
Denying me her attention, ignoring me, she knew what she was doing. She was playing me, we both knew it, but it didn't matter. I said OK.
Was he going to fuck me? Were we going to suck each other's cocks? I knew it would be whatever she wanted. What I did not expect, what I was not perpared for, was that she was going to have me dress up again. Just like years before, she wanted me in girly, feminine panties and lingerie.
We met at her house that first afternoon. She was right, I did know him, I had seen him around school and hanging out with her. I wondered if he was gay. I wondered if she had given him the same treatment and been his, "Alpha," like she had with me. My cautious and reserved demeanor was opposite from his obvious excitement. I could feel him looking at me, I stole glances at him, too. Before long it was some innocent touches, but they heightened everything. My guards came down as my desires came up. Soon, he and Vickie were looking at and going through the panties and bras. I felt like an outsider, but didn't want to leave. I knew they looking that things for me. Before I knew it, they were pawing at my clothes and undressing me. He took off his clothes, too. I could not help but loo, at and be drawn to his hanging, swinging cock. Was it the situation, or was it a deep down, hidden desire? Was I really going to let this happen?
The feeling of them dressing me, of stuffing my cock and balls into a sexy little pair of feminine panties! All the while, Vickies words and voice rang out. It was like she could make me drip just from her looks and words. Listening to hear instructions, I found that my hands were now on him also. It just seemed to come about so naturally. Why did I find his ass in panties so stirring and desirable? Why were my eyes so drawn to his sexy, panty held back, cock?
We were both so hard, there was no hiding it. It was all so sexy and fun. Slowly, our attention seemed to be focused on each other. looking back, that was exactly what she wanted. Facing each other, touching each other, we smiled and giggled as our panty covered cocks rubbed against the other. It felt amazing! I heard Vickie call out, "Ok, boys!" We looked over to see her holding her red dildo up in her hand. "Get on all fours," we both did as she said, right next to each other. I felt her pull my thong to the side, she did the same to his. I felt her finger lube and loosen me, rubbing me, then pushing inside me. By his moans, I knew she was doing the same to him, too. I can barely imagine the scene to someone else. Two boys, dressed up, on their knees, getting finger fucked by a beautiful girl!
When she pushed her dildo into him first, I felt him lean agasint me. I felt his face next to mine, his lust, his pleasure, must of been so strong. I wanted it all, too! Then she pushed it into my gaped hole. My eyes rolled back and my mouth opened. He leaned in and kissed my cheek, trying to kiss me on the mouth. It did just feel so incredibly right. Ramming my ass with her dildo, I kissed him back. I could hear her excitement, even over our own moans. So hard, so turned on, I couldn't wait for her next instruction, her next, kinky demand. My mind raced, suck his cock... Yes! Fuck his ass... Yes! Let him fuck me? Yes! Eat her pussy while he fucked me? Yes, yes and yes! Oh my, Yes!
Maybe it was the moment, the passion and the lust of it all, but I found myself curious and desiring him as well. It was all just so playful at first, but it had grown into a bit of a frenzy. I was kissing a guy! If I had stopped to think, if I was not lost in the moment, would I be doing this? Would I be thinking about sucking cock? Please, I thought, please tell him to suck him. If it was her decision, then I would have no choice, right?
Her voice, "Who wants to fuck who?" Was she going to make me decide, make me ask for it. How could I claim it was here idea if I asked for it. As if she knew, she said, "I want you to ask for it!" "Do you want his ass? Do you want his dick? Tell me, say it." I was so curious, I was so turned on, so caught up. "Almost embarrashed, I said, "I want his cock. I want to suck him!" I couldn't believe my own words! Had I really said that out loud? He quickly stood, on my knees, his cock was right in front of my face. I couldn't believe how good it looked, and how much I wanted it. So sexy, rock hard and straining against his panties. Oh, how I was ready to try this! Putting my lips on him was a revelation, so right, so wonderful. I wrapped my lips around him amd felt him throb. Lost my the pleasure of him, my focus, that amazing experience was broken by Vickie voice. She demanded that he fuck me now. She wanted me to feel his cum inside me. I moved back on all fours for him, just as he had said.
Feeling his hands on me, his hot, hard dick in me, I was dripping pre cum as if in an orgasm. He grunted, I groaned, and Vickie loved it. He would tell me later, that he saw her playing with her pussy as she watched. I would of loved to of done that for her!
I felt his grip on my tighten, then his thrusts i to my sore hole stopped, he held, frozen, then released his load into me. His moans, the feeling inside me! '"Yeah, boys! My good boys!" I had to cum now, I just could not hold it back, my urge, my need. When he pulled out of me, spent, I moved behind him and rammed into him. Fuck, his asshole looked so sexy! My lusts surprised me, this was the first time I had fucked, this was the first time I had seen a boy's hole. It's beauty and allure surprised me. Surprised me with the lust I felt for it. I could feel his wonderful sperm running out of my sore, gaped ass as I quickly thrusted back and forth and spilled my own load. Why did he feel so damn good? Impossibly good! I could see this becoming a much bigger addiction!
Years later, Vickie was still a big part of my life. Maybe one of the best parts. Intoducing me to other men was certainly a part of all that, but it was our relationship and how it grew, that I loved the most. Successful, older, my urges and those pleasures never left, maybe even got stronger. As often as I could,I would meet her. Usually at a nice hotel and after an expensive meal, we would go upstairs. Vickie had grown as well, yet was still the same strong, confident woman I had met years earlier. She still knew exactly what she wanted and demanded it. With ever increasingly larger strap on's, she would pull my panties to side and fuck me as hard as she could. It was what she needed, what turned her on and I loved being able to give her that.
She had given me so many firsts. The excitement of standing against another, grinding and rubbing our panty and lingerie covered cock's together. The thrill and pleasure of letting a man have me, giving myself to him and letting him fuck me. The joy, pleasure and thrill of making a cock explode in my mouth. Yes, all these things were at her direction, maybe even her whims, but I am so thankful for them and for her.
She was my older sister's friend. Her name was Vickie, pretty with dark brown hair. Her looks, her comments made me feel all strange inside. She always would say how cute I was. I didn't know what the feelings were and diffinitely not how to describe them. She always seemed so confident, maybe even forceful at times. It was easy to be drawn to her.
It was her idea, that I knew. She had convinced my sister that it would be fun to "dress me up." I guess I liked the attention at first, but soon noticed how good the material felt against my young skin. I was embarrashed at first, too. However, having my sister there made it less so, she had seen me nude before. Vickie though, was another story. Pulling my shorts down, my dick right there in front of her, I felt her eyes on me. Strange and thrilling, I wiggled into girly panties, feeling the material slide up my ass crack. One of their girly, little bras on my chest, make up came next, then a wig.
"Look how cute he looks!" Vickie said as he paraded me in front of my sister, we all giggled and laughed. It was Vickie's touch though, that was the most thrilling. With my sister not looking, Vickie ran her hand over my bare ass. It felt electric! I felt tingles through my whole body. It made me light headed. Another touch of her hand and a finger slipped under the thong between my cheeks and touched my opening. I don't think my sister knew. I don't know why, but I didn't say a word. It felt wonderful, I guess and also, Vickie was kind of intimidating!
Shortly after, it seemed that I saw her more often. It also seemed that I somehow found myself alone with her more. Being near a pretty girl was thrilling, of course, and I loved every chance I got. Her compliments, her attention, her confidence. We were alone, waiting for my sister one day when she told me that she wanted to touch me. I remember asking what she meant and seeing the look on her face as she slid her hand down my shorts and rubbed my asshole. I stood, frozen. I didn't think I had a choice! At least, that was what I would tell myself later, but I knew I wanted it, too. Vickie pushed her finger inside me. It made my young cock stir and tingle.
Flash forward a few years and our relationship blossomed. The first time, how it started, was after a party. Maybe I sought her out, maybe she sought me out, but there, in the dark, we found each other. Between two houses, we found ourselves. I think I even heard other's there in the bushes exploring as well. I had never forgotten those young experiences. I guess I was certainly drawn to her, and maybe even a ittle submissive to her. "Pull your pants down," she whispered. I did, already feeling my cock begin to swell. Vickie squeezed my ass, and pulled me open. In the cool air, I felt her wet finger on my asshole. I was now instantly hard! There was no hiding my arousal! I inhaled and gasped when I felt her finger enter me. Standing there, in the dark, she finger fucked me, pushing into me deeper each time. Lost in the excitement, the erotic thrill, I had started to stroke myself and soon was trembling and squeezing down on ner finger. Vickie pushed a second finger in and I exploded. Trembling, shaking in my orgasm, I came all over the ground in front of me. "Good boy," was all she said as she quickly left. I remember thinking, "I think I love her!"
Of course , it wasn't love, maybe lust though. Vickie seemed to have male friends that were a little more on the feminine side, a little more submissive maybe. For sure, one's that she seemed to control. It was her personality, she was the "Alpha." Knowing looks and glances between us soon had me secretly wanting into her inner circle. Those looks and glances quickly lead to more encounters... Although I was interested ina more traditional releatinship with her, that was not to be... Her hand gently, but firmly on my throat, she told me to tell her that I wanted it. Turning me around, pushing her hand down the back of my waist band, she told me again, "Tell me you want it!" "I want it!" I said. "You want what?" she demanded. Incredibly, I could feel myself dripping precum already. I knew what she would do, deep down, I guess I wanted it too. How else could I explain the excitement I felt, the tingle in my balls and in the tip of my cock? "I want your fingers inside me!" I cried out as she pressed an unlubed finger into me. The pain and pleasure felt directly linked. Also, directly linked to my cock and brain.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" she asked, squeezing my throat, pushing her finger deeper. Without thinking, I cried out, "Yes." Do want want a boy to fuck you?" I couldn't answer, I tried to process. "Do you want to suck cock? Do you want a cock inside you?" Still, I didn't answer. Pulling down my shorts, she had me bend over and kicked my apart. "Stay there!" she barked. I think I barely moved, I think I barely breathed. Then I felt something slick against my skin, sliding along my ass crack. I looked back, she had a red dildo in her hand and pressed the tip against my asshole. Her other hand gripped my waist as she leaned over. Her lips, sensually close to my ear, whispered, "I want to see you get fucked," then she pushed it inside me!
The more I cried out, the more I protested and whimpered, the more she seemed to like it! The harder she fucked me, the more aroused she seemed to get! "Come here!" she told me and made me walk over to a sofa, still with that dildo deep inside me! "Get on your knees," I would of done anything at this point. I watched as she stripped off her pants and panties, then sat back, letting me see her beautiful, glistening slit. "Lick me!" wasall she said. That was all she had too! I licked and lapped at her sweet, delicious flower, tasting her, savoring her. I licked her until my jaws became sore and my tongue became strained. In the excitement and from my asshole throbbing and squeezing down, the dildo fell out of me. She told me to put it back in... and I did!
So fucking sexy, she had her legs up and they were shaking when she came. Her hands holding my face into her, she breathlessly said, "Good boy!" Strange how good those words could make me feel, almost like a reward. "You can go get yourself off in the bathroom, now. But, clean up after, don't leave a fucking mess." she said. Standing there, in front of her mirror and sink, I wondered how I had gotten there. So turned on though, tasting her on my lips and tongue, still smelling her on my face, I still stroked myself and covered her mirror with semen! Silently, I whispered, "Fuck," knowing that I'd now have to clean that off, too.
Later, I thought about what she had said. It did strangely arouse me. I for sure wasn't gay, wasn't into other boys and yet, so arousing! Was it her power? Was it that I felt desperate to please her?
It was not more than a few days later when, in private, I asked if I could come over again. She asked if I wanted her to invite another boy friend that she had. I asked if I would know him before I even realized that asking it was the same thing as saying yes. "Of course you will know him," was her response, strong and stern. I asked if it could just be her and I. I asked if that would be OK. When she said she would think about it, I felt a sense of panic, like I had disappointed her. I desperately did not want to disappoint her!
Denying me her attention, ignoring me, she knew what she was doing. She was playing me, we both knew it, but it didn't matter. I said OK.
Was he going to fuck me? Were we going to suck each other's cocks? I knew it would be whatever she wanted. What I did not expect, what I was not perpared for, was that she was going to have me dress up again. Just like years before, she wanted me in girly, feminine panties and lingerie.
We met at her house that first afternoon. She was right, I did know him, I had seen him around school and hanging out with her. I wondered if he was gay. I wondered if she had given him the same treatment and been his, "Alpha," like she had with me. My cautious and reserved demeanor was opposite from his obvious excitement. I could feel him looking at me, I stole glances at him, too. Before long it was some innocent touches, but they heightened everything. My guards came down as my desires came up. Soon, he and Vickie were looking at and going through the panties and bras. I felt like an outsider, but didn't want to leave. I knew they looking that things for me. Before I knew it, they were pawing at my clothes and undressing me. He took off his clothes, too. I could not help but loo, at and be drawn to his hanging, swinging cock. Was it the situation, or was it a deep down, hidden desire? Was I really going to let this happen?
The feeling of them dressing me, of stuffing my cock and balls into a sexy little pair of feminine panties! All the while, Vickies words and voice rang out. It was like she could make me drip just from her looks and words. Listening to hear instructions, I found that my hands were now on him also. It just seemed to come about so naturally. Why did I find his ass in panties so stirring and desirable? Why were my eyes so drawn to his sexy, panty held back, cock?
We were both so hard, there was no hiding it. It was all so sexy and fun. Slowly, our attention seemed to be focused on each other. looking back, that was exactly what she wanted. Facing each other, touching each other, we smiled and giggled as our panty covered cocks rubbed against the other. It felt amazing! I heard Vickie call out, "Ok, boys!" We looked over to see her holding her red dildo up in her hand. "Get on all fours," we both did as she said, right next to each other. I felt her pull my thong to the side, she did the same to his. I felt her finger lube and loosen me, rubbing me, then pushing inside me. By his moans, I knew she was doing the same to him, too. I can barely imagine the scene to someone else. Two boys, dressed up, on their knees, getting finger fucked by a beautiful girl!
When she pushed her dildo into him first, I felt him lean agasint me. I felt his face next to mine, his lust, his pleasure, must of been so strong. I wanted it all, too! Then she pushed it into my gaped hole. My eyes rolled back and my mouth opened. He leaned in and kissed my cheek, trying to kiss me on the mouth. It did just feel so incredibly right. Ramming my ass with her dildo, I kissed him back. I could hear her excitement, even over our own moans. So hard, so turned on, I couldn't wait for her next instruction, her next, kinky demand. My mind raced, suck his cock... Yes! Fuck his ass... Yes! Let him fuck me? Yes! Eat her pussy while he fucked me? Yes, yes and yes! Oh my, Yes!
Maybe it was the moment, the passion and the lust of it all, but I found myself curious and desiring him as well. It was all just so playful at first, but it had grown into a bit of a frenzy. I was kissing a guy! If I had stopped to think, if I was not lost in the moment, would I be doing this? Would I be thinking about sucking cock? Please, I thought, please tell him to suck him. If it was her decision, then I would have no choice, right?
Her voice, "Who wants to fuck who?" Was she going to make me decide, make me ask for it. How could I claim it was here idea if I asked for it. As if she knew, she said, "I want you to ask for it!" "Do you want his ass? Do you want his dick? Tell me, say it." I was so curious, I was so turned on, so caught up. "Almost embarrashed, I said, "I want his cock. I want to suck him!" I couldn't believe my own words! Had I really said that out loud? He quickly stood, on my knees, his cock was right in front of my face. I couldn't believe how good it looked, and how much I wanted it. So sexy, rock hard and straining against his panties. Oh, how I was ready to try this! Putting my lips on him was a revelation, so right, so wonderful. I wrapped my lips around him amd felt him throb. Lost my the pleasure of him, my focus, that amazing experience was broken by Vickie voice. She demanded that he fuck me now. She wanted me to feel his cum inside me. I moved back on all fours for him, just as he had said.
Feeling his hands on me, his hot, hard dick in me, I was dripping pre cum as if in an orgasm. He grunted, I groaned, and Vickie loved it. He would tell me later, that he saw her playing with her pussy as she watched. I would of loved to of done that for her!
I felt his grip on my tighten, then his thrusts i to my sore hole stopped, he held, frozen, then released his load into me. His moans, the feeling inside me! '"Yeah, boys! My good boys!" I had to cum now, I just could not hold it back, my urge, my need. When he pulled out of me, spent, I moved behind him and rammed into him. Fuck, his asshole looked so sexy! My lusts surprised me, this was the first time I had fucked, this was the first time I had seen a boy's hole. It's beauty and allure surprised me. Surprised me with the lust I felt for it. I could feel his wonderful sperm running out of my sore, gaped ass as I quickly thrusted back and forth and spilled my own load. Why did he feel so damn good? Impossibly good! I could see this becoming a much bigger addiction!
Years later, Vickie was still a big part of my life. Maybe one of the best parts. Intoducing me to other men was certainly a part of all that, but it was our relationship and how it grew, that I loved the most. Successful, older, my urges and those pleasures never left, maybe even got stronger. As often as I could,I would meet her. Usually at a nice hotel and after an expensive meal, we would go upstairs. Vickie had grown as well, yet was still the same strong, confident woman I had met years earlier. She still knew exactly what she wanted and demanded it. With ever increasingly larger strap on's, she would pull my panties to side and fuck me as hard as she could. It was what she needed, what turned her on and I loved being able to give her that.
She had given me so many firsts. The excitement of standing against another, grinding and rubbing our panty and lingerie covered cock's together. The thrill and pleasure of letting a man have me, giving myself to him and letting him fuck me. The joy, pleasure and thrill of making a cock explode in my mouth. Yes, all these things were at her direction, maybe even her whims, but I am so thankful for them and for her.
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