[FMK] 12 Hard Inches: Chapter 7 (Patreon)

CHAPTER SEVEN

She took her time getting ready for me. She got herself washed up and then she slipped into something more sex-appropriate: an intimidatingly tight faux-leather bodysuit, faux-leather stockings, and long faux-leather gloves, all red and shiny. She now had her hair down, straight, touching her nipples. Her makeup tried to hide her age, but if anything, it just showed it more fiercely—but I kind of liked that she was older; there was something hot about being dominated by an older woman…

Though I’m not sure where those feelings came from; it wasn’t something I’d ever fantasized about before. But I never saw myself being with a chick with a dick, either—but being with Bambi was fun and exciting.

She made me lay on my stomach, on her bed. Then, she pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Ready to have fun?” she asked.

My heart was racing. “You have your fun,” I said. “I’m doing this for you.” But deep down, I was excited. I wanted to feel what she had in store for me. I had a feeling there would be moments of pain, but it would be worth it.

Once I was properly cuffed to the bed, she started circling me, dragging her fingernails over my skin, teasing me, making me tense up all over. She giggled when she slid her fingertip over my asshole and I clenched hard in response. “It will hurt if you don’t relax.”

I tried to relax, but it wasn’t so easy, especially once I turned my head and watched as she unfolded a towel that was on a small table, revealing a line of sex toys, each bigger than the one next to it.

The one on the right end made my heart cold: about as long as my forearm and as thick as a full-grown eggplant. “That’s not going in me… is it?”

“Oh right,” she said. “I forgot the gag.”

“The what?” I said, and then she gagged me with a ball. I wanted to pull it out, but my hands were tied. I squirmed and groaned, but I couldn’t move.

“Here we go,” she said with a giggle.

The first toy was small, hardly bigger than a finger, but it had a powerful vibration. She lubricated it all over and then she gently pushed it into my hole. She slid it in slowly and pumped it in and out. “How does that feel?” she asked.

I nodded my head. It felt good. But I was still horrified of what was coming up.

“Guys never want to do this,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to do it.”

She pulled that long finger-like dildo out of me and put it back on her table. Then, she grabbed the next toy. It was about the size of a small cock, erect, and shaped like a pickle with little lumps all over. It was much thicker than the toy before it, and she had to twist it clockwise and counterclockwise to make it penetrate me. I clenched hard around it, and then she rubbed my bum until I relaxed. “This one is one of my favourites,” she said with a giggle.

She pushed it deep, making me moan. She used that toy for five wonderful minutes. It was a nice size: easy to handle, and those little lumps rubbed in the perfect places. Now, I was getting hard. “That feels so good, doesn’t it?” she said.

I nodded my head.

But she wasn’t even close to being finished.

The next toy was as big as my own cock, and I could feel a hard stretching when she pushed in. I groaned. My fingers gripped the cuffs. I tried to shimmy my hands out, but the cuffs were too tight. “You’re doing fine, Raymond,” she whispered. She pushed the toy in deep, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. Then, she pumped until my body relaxed.

She giggled. “See?” she said. “This is why I like you. You take it like a man. No whining or crying.”

She pulled it out suddenly, leaving me with a gaping, empty feeling. I felt the cool air of her apartment tickling the inside of my anus. It was a strange sensation; I’d never felt air down there before.

She grabbed the next biggest toy: a huge curved shaft with a bulbous end. She pressed a button to make it vibrate. It was about the size of her monster cock. She touched that tip to my hole, making me clench, and then she pushed through the clenching. I was lubricated and stretched out enough that I couldn’t stop her from penetrating me. I howled once she was inside of me, but I quickly bit my tongue; she liked me because I didn’t whine, and I wanted her to keep liking me.

So I took that huge vibrating dildo. I let her push it all the way in, and I let her pump me with it. She giggled as she worked away. I was able to turn my head enough to see that her erection was out of her faux-leather bodysuit, and she was stroking it with her free hand, working the tip as it reddened.

“I’m already close,” she giggled. “I want to come all over you.”

I nodded my head. I wanted it too.

She pulled that huge toy out of me and placed it down. Now, that empty feeling was even more intense. I was trembling all over. But there was still one more toy: the real monster. It was so thick at one end, but a bit more manageable at the other end, shaped like a squash of some sort. She squished a ton of lubricant on it as her face turned dark red. The fat bottom of the toy had a sort of handle, to ensure the toy didn’t get lost inside—as if it was even possible to get the whole thing in.

“Oh God,” I managed to mumble before closing my eyes and planting my face into her bed pillow. I felt her push that narrowed tip to my hole. I tried not to clench. There was just no way it was going to fit inside of me! The fat end was as thick as my clenched fist!

But she was trying, twisting it from side to side, working it in one inch at a time. And my God, it must have been eighteen inches long! “You’re doing great, Raymond,” she whispered.

She pushed it deeper and deeper, making my body turn numb. My legs were convulsing, but she didn’t seem to care. She kept forcing that toy into me, one little inch at a time.

I swear I could feel it pushing between my lungs, towards my throat! I tried lifting my hips off of the bed, but I couldn’t muster up the strength. She was pushing hard, grunting to summon the necessary strength. She turned it side to side, and I felt the whole thing rotating inside of me.

Then, she gasped. The stretching sensation was intense, but I could handle it.

“It’s inside of you!” she gasped.

I tried to look, but I couldn’t strain my neck enough.

She started pumping it slightly, being careful not to break my body—careful not to make my insides into outsides.

She gasped the whole time, in awe of my ability to take it. Then, she was so aroused that she couldn’t handle it anymore. She pulled the toy out and jammed her own cock into me, letting out a deep sigh of relief as she began to thrust in and out of me. She didn’t last long, and neither did I. I ended up with a back and ass covered in cum, and she ended up with a bed covered in cum.

She undid the cuffs and pulled out the gag. She rolled me over and came down on me. We rubbed our hard erections together while we kissed, sharing tongues. We kissed for a long time, and then I fell asleep her her warm embrace. It was a peaceful night—one of the best of my life…

But it ended with one of the worst wakeup calls of my life.