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Penetration Nation


We had reached that point in our relationship where you get the feeling that you have figured each other out. Sexually, you’ve tried all the kink, you’ve experimented, you’ve pushed the limits to see how far they can go. Emotionally, you’ve talked about your childhood, your former girlfriends and boyfriends, revealed how many people you’ve fucked, you’ve admitted your flaws and accepted each others flaws.

Julie was great and I was crazy about her. We had known each other for 6 months and were settling in for the long run. She was pretty, independent and witty and her body was so perfect you’d think I had designed it myself. A little petite blonde with a well-trained body and sparkling, playful eyes. And she loved me, too, of that I was sure.

We had gotten to know each other but I had kept one secret from her. Something that I was afraid would freak her out. Secrets are important in a relationship. There has to be intrigue and one has to maintain a little part of the brain that remains off limits.

My secret was well-guarded. I kept some evidence of it in the flat, but it was well-hidden and I only indulged in it when alone and these days, only occasionally.

Julie never suspected a thing so I just convinced myself that it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.

One September day, we moved into a larger flat. Combining two people’s things and packing them into one world. Julie was out buying paint as I unpacked boxes and rearranged furniture. I realised I needed a new hiding place for the evidence of my unspoken desires and took the black, plastic shopping bag and tucked it high up on a shelf in the walk-in closet, building up a wall of books around it. That was that.

A couple of months went by and one day I found myself home alone, on a day off from work. We had cleaned the flat the day before and I relished lying on the clean sheets and indulging myself. I felt that familiar stirring in my loins and climbed up to the shelf in the closet to fetch the black plastic bag.

I sat on the edge of the bed and meticulously opened the bag, taking out a stack of magazines and a couple of DVDs I had hoarded over the past few years. A little velvet bag in which I kept my toys came out as well and I lay it on the bed.

That little, familiar thrill tingled through my body at the sight of the magazines. The title on the top of the pile was Anal Boyz and the photo was a graphic image of a two men in the throes of anal sex. It was blatant, cheesy pornography, but the images were enough to trigger my fantasy.

I moved the TV to the foot of the bed and popped in a DVD. At the press of a button, two men appeared on screen. A corny scenario: locker room, the rest of the men have gone and these two guys are in the shower... Again, it was only fuel for my fantasy. I turned up the sound, stripped off my clothes, lay back on the bed and started leafing through the magazines.

My cock had been hard for ages. Anticipation. My darkest secret was openly exposed in the bedroom and I stroked my cock gently, letting the images of men on men feed my mind. Letting the hardcore soundtrack set the scene.

I opened the velvet bag and took out my two toys. A large, black, life-like vibrator and a big, red butt plug. I savored the feel of the cool plastic, running my hand up and down the black cock. I got up on my knees and sucked the butt plug into my mouth, letting my saliva drip down the bulbous head.

Watching the screen, I positioned the tip of the butt plug between my ass cheeks and teased my tight hole, waiting for the men on the screen to reach the same point. When the blonde guy grabbed his cock and positioned it at the Latino guy’s asshole and started sliding in, I let the butt plug ease inside my ass. My cock bounced and throbbed as I violated myself, forcing the butt plug in until my stretching muscles were forced to suck the wide girth inside and then close around the narrow base.

I wiggled it around, feeling the sensation and loving it. I spread the other magazines around the bed: Butt Boys, Anal Heaven, and the like. I fantasized about the pictures of a man handcuffed to a bed and being fucked hard up the ass by two men, taking turns. I jacked my cock slowly, making myself last as long as possible.

I positioned the black cock between two pillows so it stood straight up and I bent over on my hands and knees and sucked it like it was real, letting my brain wander into a kinky, naughty fantasy scenario.

Finally, after an hour, I let myself cum in great spurting ropes over my belly and, as is my kink, I wiped it up with my fingers and sucked them clean.

Hey, this was my thing. I’m a happy hetero boyfriend with kinky fantasies. I never considered acting on them in reality, content with my little private show. What Julie didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

One Saturday afternoon not long after that I decided to watch the television in the bedroom. I had a bit of a hangover and Julie was out shopping. When I turned on the TV I saw the DVD machine was on and loaded. Wondering what the DVD was, I pressed ‘eject’ and out popped Hard New York Cocks...

...I was petrified. How the hell could I forget to put the DVD back in it’s cover and in the bag and up on the shelf, hidden away?! How could I be so stupid?! I replayed my last private session and was absolutely sure I had been careful to put everything away.

I quickly took the DVD out and got a chair, climbing up to the shelf. I moved the wall of books out of the way and was shocked to find that my black plastic bag was gone. I couldn’t understand it. Had Julie found it? How the hell was I going to explain it? I hid the DVD in between the pages of a book.

I was shaking when she came home from shopping. I tried to read her but she showed no signs of knowing or suspecting anything. Maybe she had found the bag and just thrown it out, thinking it was garbage?

I caught her looking at me as I was lost in panicked thought. Did she have a strange look in her eyes? I was paranoid. Best to just forget it and pretend that nothing had happened.

I went into the bedroom later and found her checking the DVD machine. My heart skipped a beat, thinking the game was up. But she just smiled her dazzling smile and went out to get ready for bed.

We fucked that night and Julie seemed more turned on than usual. We had tried everything before, but she seemed to get off on licking my ass and reaching around to slide her hand up and down my hard cock. Later, she slid two fingers up my ass as she sucked me off. It was amazing, but I couldn’t help thinking that she was sending my signals that she knew my secret.

We had plans to eat out and go dancing the next night. Julie wore a sexy little summer dress, tight and revealing up top and loose around her bottom half. She looked gorgeous. We ate and talked and then went to a club for some dancing.

We danced up a storm on the dance floor. We could openly talk about how sexy other women and men were. If I saw a good-looking girl that turned me on, I would tell her and she would point out what guys she liked. That evening, however, she seemed to be noticing a lot of sexy men and telling me about it. She kept mentioning their bulges in their pants and made me look. It was strange and I was sure she was on to me.

A slow song came on and we went out to dance. I pulled her close and my eyes shot open when I felt some hidden beneath her dress. A hard object, invisible to the eye, only noticeable when I was pressed up tight against her. Her eyes were wild when she saw me feel it. My face was one big question mark and her smile was wicked when she took my hand and placed in on her crotch. It was unmistakable. My fingers grabbed a hard cock, a strap-on, beneath her dress. Tucked over to one side beneath her knickers. It was long and thick.

I didn’t know what to say and she didn’t offer any explanations. We both knew that she knew about my private secret. We danced close and despite my embarrassment, my cock was raging in my own trousers. Julie’s hand went down to confirm that I was turned on and she just winked as she felt my hot meat. No words were spoken.

When the song was finished, she led me out of the club. We were silent in the taxi all the way home. I couldn’t find the words to explain and she didn’t seem to want to hear them.

She led me into the bedroom and I sat on the edge of the bed. This was all very uncomfortable but she seemed to be loving it. She stood in front of me, thrusting her hips towards my face. My cock strained at my zipper as I looked up at my girlfriend. She had assumed a position of power over me and she knew it. Her whole attitude was different. She had the upper hand and I knew I was low status in this situation. It felt weird but, at the same time, it turned me on.

With her hands on her hips, she nodded at her crotch.


“Shut up. I have a feeling you know exactly what to do. So do it.”

I did it. I lifted up the hem of her summer dress to reveal that she was wearing a pair of men’s underpants – boys, more like it, since they were tight against her slim, sexy hips. And packed tight in those underpants was the outline of a massive strap-on cock. It looked ominous, definitely larger than my old vibrator cock.

She thrust her hips out even more and she was right, I knew exactly what to do. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic and pulled the boy’s underpants over her hips and over the enormous dildo. Free from its restrictions, it shot out in front of her, hard and angry, and slapped me in the face. It was so life-like, with swollen veins and a bulbous head.

I pulled off the underpants and she stepped out of them. She stood there defiantly, hands on hips, legs spread and her huge strap-on cock tightly fastened to her slim frame with clear, almost invisible, plastic straps. Beneath the cock I could see her shaved cunt glistening with her own juices. She was turned on. She was loving this.

As was I, it seemed. My cock was harder than ever and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of the dildo.

“Do it.”, she said with a throaty voice. “Be my bitch.”

Her words sent my heart racing. I had never imagined this scenario in a million years. She had always been good at talking dirty, but this was a whole new level.

Hesitantly, I leaned forward towards her massive cockhead. My mouth opened involuntarily and my tongue snaked out to lick my lips. Julie grabbed the base of her cock and guided the head into my mouth. Just as my lips wrapped around the head, she withdrew suddenly. She waved her cock teasingly in front of me. I caught myself trying to grab it with my hungry mouth.

“I think you should beg...”

“No...” My voice was weak and feeble.

“Beg for it, bitch...”


“Please, what?”

“Please let me suck your cock...”


“I want it... I want to suck your cock... I want to suck your big, hard cock... please...”

I could hear the desperation in my own voice as she gripped her cock and held it just out of tongue’s reach.

“Yeah, baby, suck my hard cock...”

She thrust forward and her cock slid into my mouth. It was huge and my jaw stretched to accommodate it.

“Yeah, baby, suck my big dick...”

She thrust her hips slightly, urging more of her cock into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, my hands on my knees, my upper body leaning forward to let her feed me the cock.

I did my best but she was convinced I could do better. She grabbed my hair and pulled me closer, forcing her cock deeper in my mouth. I gagged slightly, but I had practiced this on my own dildo during my private moments. I looked up at her wild eyes and relaxed my throat, moving my head forward and taking the plastic cock into my throat.

Her eyes widened in awe and pleasure.

“You really are a little bitch, aren’t you!? You fucking love sucking cock, don’t you?”

She started fucking my face, her tight little ass tensing as she thrust roughly towards me. This was more than I was trained for and tears welled up in my eyes as I tried not to gag.

She pulled out of my throat and I gasped for air.

“I guess you still need some practice... Take off your clothes.”

I stood up and did as she said. I was in no mood to argue. I still felt weird and not a little uncomfortable but this was a fantastic turn on. I undressed and my cock sprang out, my cockhead shining with precum.

Naked as the day I was born, I sat back down on the bed. My cock was large, but it was a shrimp compared to hers. Julie stripped off her dress, pulling it over her head. Her firm breasts bounced slightly as she tossed the dress to the floor. She went over to the dresser, cock bouncing wildly, and took out a tiny silky g-string. She tossed it at me.

“I want to see you in this.”

“Julie, I’m not into knickers...”

“I don’t give a fuck... maybe I’M into seeing you in them, bitch. Put them on.”

There was something in her voice, something in the way she commanded me to do things that made the situation irresistible. I dutifully pulled on the impossibly small g-string. The string squeezed between my ass cheeks and rubbed against my hole. The little triangle of silk barely covered my balls but it felt glorious.

“Get up on the bed. On all fours.”

I did so, scampering into position. She followed me onto the bed. She kneeled behind me.

“No fucking around. They don’t fuck around in those DVDs you like, do they? Right down to business.”

My head was down on the sheets and I look back under my body, past my throbbing cock to Julie’s cock. She smeared Vaseline up and down the length of it, grabbed the base and then....

I had had butt plugs and vibrators up my ass before, but never like this. Julie steered her monster towards my puckered hole. I winced and braced myself, grabbing the sheets tightly. I felt the head push roughly against my asshole. I knew the drill... pushing my sphincter out to meet the invader. Julie was breathing hard as she slid her cock into my ass. I gasped and moaned and this encouraged her.

She slid her cockhead in and out a couple of times and then proceeded to slide the whole cock inside. I exhaled until there wasn’t any air in my lungs and then sucked in as I groaned. She filled my ass with her cock. It was the most amazing feeling. I wanted so bad to grab my own cock and jerk it hard and fast but I was still bracing myself with both arms.

Julie grabbed my hips firmly and started to fuck me hard. The cock was impossibly long and it hurt at first, when she slammed it in to the hilt. Gradually, however, my ass got used to it. I started to rock back against her. Her grunts matched my own as she slammed hard, stretching my ass wider than I thought possible.

When she leaned forward and reached around to grab my cock, I almost exploded.

“Your boys call this a ‘reach-a-round’, don’t they?”

I nodded into the sheets as she started to jerk my hard cock fast. I couldn’t help myself. I slammed back into her, wanting more of the cock inside me. At the same time, I wanted to fuck her hand harder. My whole body writhed and twisted as I tried to get maximum pleasure.

“Cum, bitch... cum!’, she grunted.

“Yeah....”, was all I could say as I felt my hot sperm build up in my balls and start to rise through my cock.

Julie, in an effective little artistic detail, faked a male orgasm. She slammed into me and held her cock there, twitching wildly as she helped me cum. I sprayed my sperm all over the sheets, bucking like a mad man.

When the waves had finished washing over me, I collapsed on my stomach. Julie slid her cock out of me and, with her hands on her hips, she watched me try to catch me breath.

I didn’t have much of a chance to recover.

“Now me... Now fuck me... I need it...”

She lay down on her back and pulled me on top of her. She reached down to feel my cock and it was still rock hard. So sexy was this game.

“I thought so... you fucking love this...”

I climbed between her legs and she grabbed her ankles and held them up high. Her cunt was hungry. It was sopping wet and spread wide. Her cock was obscene, lying their hard on her stomach, almost reaching up to her tits.

“Fuck me like your boys fuck. I’m your man... fuck me...” Her words, her eyes, her twitching hardbody... I couldn’t resist.

I grabbed my cock, still sticky from my own cum and rubbed it up and down her cunt, feeling her lips suck at the head. She let one leg fall onto my shoulder and grabbed her cock with one hand. She started jacking it hard and fast and my eyes were riveted on the sight as I thrust inside her warm, tight cunt hole. Her muscles grabbed at my cock and held on tight.

I fucked her hard from the word go. Staring down between us at her jacking her hard cock. I forgot everything else. She became a man as I fucked her. Her hips bucked up against me and she flopped her head back and forth in ecstasy.

It didn’t take long for me to feel that familiar sensation building. She grabbed me and pulled me down to her. Her cock hard between us.

She hissed in my ear, “Now you have no secrets and, once a month for a whole weekend, you will be my bitch... got that?”


“Say it...”

“I’ll be your bitch, once a month...”

“The rest of the time, life is normal. No mention of this. But once a month, you are my bitch and do what I say...”


Then her hips started fucking me harder and I met her every thrust. I came hard inside her and, for the first time in our sex life, she came with me.

I guess Julie’s secret was out, too. Our relationship was headed in a whole new, exciting direction.

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