A Good Time with Stacy - Ch. 03

Author's note: Thank you very much for your comments. I'll continue this story if you want more chapters.

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Saturday morning I awoke in Stacy's bed after a night of wonderful sex. I was so comfortable in Stacy's presence that we ate breakfast dressed in only our undies. As we sipped our cuppas, she said, "I wish you were a man."

"Why?" I asked.

"So then you could screw me with your... great... big... hard... cock," she answered, with a smile, over her mug of tea.

I laughed then thought as I sipped my mug of tea, 'Stacy was right. Although having sex with her was fantastic it would be nicer if one of us had a penis. The problem was, from my limited experience, men came and stopped, whereas women kept coming and coming until both partners were sated.'

"Do you have plans for today?" I asked.

"Washing, which could wait until tomorrow," answered Stacy. "Why?"

"Come shopping with me," I said, "at Fyshwich. I want some sexy undies like the ones you wore last week."

"I'd be too embarrassed," said Stacy.

"To be seen with me?" I asked, putting down my mug.

"No, in an adult shop," answered Stacy, as she fidgeted.

"But you've already been inside one during that hen's night," I said, "to buy those undies."

"But I was really drunk at the time," said Stacy, and I thought of the Pink Floyd song Us and Them, released just over a decade ago.

"Well, get drunk or better still, get stoned," I suggested.

"No! I'd be too paranoid," said Stacy, as she sat up defensively.

"Then drink. I'll drive," I suggested.

Stacy frowned, breathed nervously for a few moments and then said, "They've got crotchless undies."

"Really?" I asked and then said. "I want some of those."

"They have matching bras," suggested Stacy, with an impish smile.

"For the crotchless or sexy undies?" I asked, excitedly.

"Sheer for the sexy undies and nippleless for the crotchless ones," answered Stacy, with a smile.

"I'm getting those as well," I said.

"Me too," said Stacy still smiling.

"So you'll come with me?" I asked.

Stacy nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay," I said, "let's get ready. I'll meet you here in twenty minutes."

"Oh, um... could you make it forty-five minutes?" asked Stacy, shyly.

I looked at Stacy wondering if she was going to epilate her legs or something, but I just smiled and answered, "Okay."

We climbed into my van and I opened up the sunroof. Stacy tied her hat onto her head with a scarf and put on sunglasses. I looked at her for a moment and she said, "The sun does so much damage to your skin."

I smiled and slapped on my slouch hat and sunglasses. We sang along with loud music on the way. We laughed and in no time, we'd travelled the one-hour's drive to Fyshwich. We found the adult store and entered.

I expected a sleazy store hidden by Adults only signs blacking out the windows, but the windows were clearly displaying sexy outfits in the shopfront: some were displayed on manikins; others were backed by cardboard. We browsed those clothes and we chose some matching bras and panty sets, some were crotchless with nippleless bras and all were very see through.

I selected both underwear sets whereas Stacy just chose the crotchless set. I also grabbed the transparent suspender-belt but Stacy said, "They're cheaper in Civic if you want to make a slight detour on the way home."

"Good idea," I said and put the suspender-belt back on the shelf.

We saw some sex toys as we browsed deeper into the store, bypassing the VCR section. I whispered to Stacy, as I held a strap-on dildo displayed on a manikin, "We could satisfy our need for dick with one of these?"

Our conversation was whispered so that the shop assistant couldn't hear us. "No," answered Stacy.

"Why not?" I asked.

"She'll think that we're lesbians," answered Stacy.

"It's not illegal," I stressed.

Stacy chewed her lips and whispered, "A woman at work was a lesbian."

"Was? Did a man turn her?" I asked with a smile.

"No," whispered Stacy. "When people found out, she was hounded so much that she had to leave town. I don't want that to happen to me."

"That's so wrong," I said, but I understood Stacy's concerns. "It wouldn't be nice to be picked on because of one's sexual preferences, even legal ones.

"Do you trust me?"

"No," whispered Stacy.

"I promise I'll be discrete," I whispered.

"Hmm... Well that one's too big," whispered Stacy, as she nodded towards the twenty centimetre long phallus that I couldn't get my hand around.

"Baby's come out of our pussies, Stacy, so I'm sure that this'll fit... after a while," I explained, with a wink.

"But what if we use that and our future boyfriends aren't as big. We'll be disappointed," explained Stacy. "Shush, someone's coming."

I saw the female shop assistant walking towards us. She was older than us and a bit less conservatively dressed.

"Both of us will be satisfied with this monster between our legs," I whispered just out of the assistant's hearing.

Stacy laughed and then the shop assistant asked, "Can I help you?"

Stacy stared at me, wide-eyed and I asked, "Is this suitable for pegging our boyfriends?" as I held the strap-on.

The sales assistant answered, "Well that depends."

"On what?" I asked.

"Are your boyfriends experienced with pegging?" asked the assistant.

"Not yet," answered Stacy.

"Okay," said the assistant. "It's probably best to start out with something this size," as she displayed a fifteen centimetre phallus that I could easily wrap my hand around. "And work your way up to this," as she held up a twenty-five centimetre long and very, thick, silicone dildo.

"Isn't that too big?" asked Stacy.

"It may seem so, but trust me, once your boyfriends are trained they'll want something bigger," answered the assistant.

"Really?" asked Stacy, in disbelief.

"Oh yeah. They love it," answered the assistant.

"Why?" asked Stacy, letting interest overcome her shyness.

"You know your G-spot?" asked the assistant.

Stacy bit her bottom lip in embarrassment, so I answered, "She does."

Stacy glared at me until the assistant said, "Well a man's prostate is just like a G-spot but it's inside his bum."

Stacy's eyes widened and said, "I see."

The assistant then asked, "Is the pegging for both partners' enjoyment or just the boyfriends' pleasure?"

"Well, we've got to get pleasure out of it, don't we?" I asked.

"I wasn't sure if you were buying on behalf of your boyfriends," answered the assistant. Then she smiled and said, "But of course we women should always get pleasure from sex."

The assistant efficiently flicked the harness off the manikin and said, "This area rubs against the clitoris and the dildos are interchangeable."

"What do you mean?" asked Stacy, with intense interest.

"We can't display the full effect on the manikin because they don't have vaginas," explained the assistant. She attached the little dildo to the opposite side of the harness to the huge dildo, and said, "This, or the bigger one, goes inside the one doing the pegging."

Stacy gasped and I smiled. The assistant then said, addressing my earlier question, "It also depends on your boyfriend's attitude."

"Like what?" I asked, also intrigued by the assistant's knowledge.

"If you train your boyfriends to be gays, sissies, or if they like to be girls," answered the assistant. "If they're gay then they'll just enjoy being pegged, but if you've trained them to be sissies then they'll want to go down on you to give you pleasure.

"If they can get it up then this design allows your boyfriend to screw both your pussy and bum," as she poked her finger between the harness straps to demonstrate where the boyfriend's penis would be. "But if they can't get it up, you can attach both dildos, one above the other, for your double, penetrative pleasure.

"If they want to be like a woman, then this," and she showed them a sixty-centimetre long, double-ended dildo, "will be what you want."

"How?" asked Stacy, interest subduing her embarrassment.

"For tribbing but with penetration. One end in your boyfriends arse and one end inside either your arse or pussy," answered the assistant.

Stacy's cheeks blushed, but she still asked, "Tribbing?"

The assistant rubbed the forks of her index and middle fingers together. Stacy blushed and said, "Oh... I see."

The assistant smiled, nodded and said, "Or this," as she pressed her knuckles together.

It was difficult for her to demonstrate the latter but I got the idea and wanted to try both tribbing methods on Stacy.

"I'll take that and the strap-on with the big and little dildos," I said, feeling my juices flowing.

"There's a sale on at the moment," said the assistant, "buy one, get one free, but only for the strap-ons."

"Great," I said, wondering what we'll use two harnesses for.

"Do you want the underwear?" asked the assistant.

"Yes of course," I answered, and Stacy and I piled up our choices of underwear on the counter.

The assistant said, "I like you two so I'm going to give you a five percent, staff discount."

"Thank you very much," said Stacy, and I also thanked her.

"Don't forget to wash the dildos in warm, soapy water before use," said the assistant. "You don't know who's been touching them before packaging."

We laughed with relief from our nervousness, as we left the adult store with our purchases. "Now all we need are boyfriends to use these on," said Stacy.

"Meanwhile, we can practice on each other," I said, as we climbed into my van.

"My thoughts exactly," said Stacy, with a mischievous smile.

We drove to an underwear shop in Civic on the way home. I bought a suspender-belt and three pairs of sheer, black stockings.

We laughed, joked, sang and talked about trying out our purchases on our hour's drive home.

I gave one set of the strap-on harness and dildos to Stacy and went home. I washed and dried everything and hid my toys in a box stored at the back of my wardrobe. I stored the sexy underwear at the back of my underwear drawer.

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I kept thinking of the toys and I couldn't fight the urge to use them. I attached the bigger dildo to the inside of the harness and the small dildo to the outside. I teased my vulva with the tip of the big dildo until enough of my juices flowed to allowed me to push the glans inside my vagina. I gasped as the phallus stretched my vagina. I eased it in. Maybe Stacy was right, maybe it was too big. It was certainly a very snug but it did feel very nice, once I'd managed to get it inside my vagina.

I clamped my pelvic-floor muscles to hold the dildo inside me as I fastened the skin-coloured, quick-release, harness straps. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. The phallus jutting out from my groin looked like a realistic, average sized penis. I considered my reflection from different angles and became more aroused. I imagined myself being a transgender women and I smiled as I thought about screwing Stacy with my dick.

I held the small dildo and slowly stroked it. The harness nubs rubbed against my clitoris and I lost interest in my reflection. I laid on my bed and continued to experiment with stroking the small dildo. At certain angles the big dildo pressed against my G-spot and, by loosening the harness straps a little bit, my stroking of the little dildo caused the big dildo to slide, slightly, in and out of my vagina.

I closed my eyes and wanked my dick. I found my favourite method and slowly brought myself closer and closer to orgasm. I thrust my hips, up and down, thinking of thrusting my new dick in and out of Stacy's vagina. I imagined Stacy riding my cock, cowgirl style, and I came. My orgasm wasn't as intense as schlicking myself but imagining Stacy riding my cock made my orgasm even more exciting.

I released the harness and removed the big dildo with a slurping sound. I laid on my back wondering if Stacy had also experimented with her toys. I fell asleep thinking of all the things that we were going to do to each other, next Friday.

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Friday finally arrived and I arrived at Stacy's carrying macaroni cheese and my bag of toys. Stacy answered the door, dressed in a white, see-through blouse, a very short skirt and sheer, black stockings. I could see the outline of her nippleless bra under her blouse and imagined her wearing the matching, crotchless undies.

I noticed that Stacy's nipples were hard and I said, "I like what you're wearing."

Stacy giggled and said, "Thank you.

"Shall we get stoned before I epilate your legs?"

"Yes please," I answered, "but I feel guilty smoking all your dope."

"That reminds me," said Stacy, as she ran to her bedroom and returned with a zip-bag of dope. "I bought you this."

"Oh thank you. I haven't got my purse with me. Can I pay you the thirty dollars tomorrow?" I asked, as I took the ounce of dope.

"Of course. I know where you live if you don't pay up," she answered, and we both laughed.

I rolled a joint as Stacy prepared a salad to go with the macaroni cheese. We smoked the joint on her balcony and I relaxed in the coolness of the night. I took two paracetamol with wine as we ate dinner.

Stacy led me to her lounge and I stripped off my wraparound skirt and sexy, see-through undies then laid on the couch. She covered me with the sex-blanket that hid our sexy secrets.

"Do you want me to epilate you?" I asked, as Stacy epilated my legs.

"I've already done it," answered Stacy.

"I feel like I should return the favour," I said.

"Maybe next time," said Stacy, without conviction.

Stacy explained to me what she was doing and how to epilate in the direction of hair-growth to discourage ingrown hairs. Thankfully, she explained everything before she epilated my crotch because that's when I zoned out and became very aroused.

As per the previous Friday, Stacy massaged moisturiser onto my legs and her fingers moved closer and closer to my crotch. She moisturised my buttocks and pubic mound. As her fingers pass over my outer labia, my body trembled. I gaze into Stacy's eyes and asked, "Shouldn't we try the strap-on?"

We took the sex-blanket into her bedroom. I stripped naked and laid on the bed, partially covering myself with the sex-blanket.

I watched Stacy strip down to her nippleless bra, crotchless undies, suspender-belt and stockings. She looked so sexy and I just wanted to eat her. She held up her strap-on, smiled seductively and said, "I'll change into something more comfortable," as she disappeared out the door.

I eagerly waited for her return and soon Stacy seductively swayed into the bedroom, displaying a twenty-five centimetre hard-on. She looked like, what I imagined, a transgender woman would look like and I leaked lubricant.

"Hello my little lesbian. Are you ready to be fucked by my big... hard... cock?" asked Stacy, as she slowly crawled on her hands and knees towards me on the bed.

I didn't answer; Stacy's composure was flirtatious, sexy, hot and a whole heap of other sexually desirable looks.

Stacy rubbed the glans of the big dildo up and down my labia. She asked, "Do you think this is too big?"

"No," I sighed, as the glans spread my outer-lips. "You look so sexy."

Stacy giggled and slowly thrust her hips forward. The glans awkwardly poked around my vaginal opening so I grabbed her dildo and pointed the glans in the right direction. I grunted as the glans entered me, spreading my vaginal walls. She thrust backwards and forwards with small movements and the dildo slowly penetrated me, deeper and deeper.

Our thighs met: the tops of hers against the bottoms of mine. Stacy thrust her hips at me and, although there was very little further penetration, it felt gratifying. She placed her hands on either side of my body and lowered herself onto me. Our breasts pressed together and she kissed me.

Stacy's lips were so soft and a bit sticky from some sort of clear lipstick or lip balm. I sighed as our lips temporarily clung together between each kiss. Our kisses became more passionate as she kissed around my lips. Our lips parted and we took it in turns to press our tongues against each other's teeth.

My teeth parted and I let Stacy's tongue penetrate my mouth, emulating her penetration of my vagina. I brushed my fingers through her hair and against her scalp, holding our mouths together, showing my eagerness for her to continue.

Stacy let her body weight press against me and brushed her fingers through my hair. She held my head and I gave myself to her. Our breasts moulded into each other as her kisses slowly traversed my face. Her hair fell around my head cocooning us. I was ready for Stacy to take control and sighed as she started to slowly thrust her hips backwards and forwards.

We kept kissing for a while, but when Stacy's thrusts increased, our lips parted and I concentrated on the wonderful feeling of being possessed by my lover.

Stacy's thrusts became more intense. After a few minutes she gasped, "Oh... my goodness... that feels good."

"Yes... fuck me..." I grunted, as my consciousness focused on the effects that the silicone invader was having on my vagina and hence my whole body.

There was nothing else but our sexual gratification. Stacy held onto my shoulders and fucked me. I gave myself to her and let her take control. My body went slack as it wobbled under her thrusts. I was aware of nothing other than her thrusts and the stimulation of my entire vagina. Soon my body started to tense and that hot feeling rushed throughout my whole existence as I came.

I was close to quickly coming again -- which wasn't unusual for me when the stimulation was right -- but Stacy stopped thrusting and said, "Doggy-style."

I grunted when Stacy pulled the strap-on phallus out of me and let her guide me onto my hands and knees. I felt the glans poking around my vulva. I grabbed the dripping wet dildo and guided the glans into my vagina. She then thrust forwards and I shuddered as the dildo spread my vagina walls wide, as it quickly penetrated me.

With the dildo held deep inside me, the bed moved as Stacy positioned herself for the best access. I sighed as the dildo slowly pulled out of me and Stacy's silky, soft thighs separated from the back of mine. The dildo then slowly entered into my depths again and Stacy's perfectly smooth and soft thighs touched mine, it felt like our thighs were kissing.

I was still horny and close to having another orgasm when Stacy held my hips and picked up the rate of thrusting. She said, "No wonder men like doing this: the view is so gorgeous and I feel so powerful."

At the very end of every in-stroke, Stacy thrust hard into me. My buttocks wobbled as her hips and thighs collided with mine. "Oh that hits the spot," she said, as she continued to fuck me.

I managed to ask, in between thrusts, "Your G-spot?"

"Yes," grunted Stacy, as our bodies slapped together.

"Fuck me, fuck me with your... big... hard... cock..." I advocated and then grunted as Stacy fucked me harder with her phallus.

I willingly endured Stacy's thrusts and after a few minutes she yelled, "YES!" and came.

I diddled my clitoris as Stacy slowed her rate of thrusting and within seconds I also came.

I collapsed forwards onto bed with a grunt as the dildo slipped out of my vagina with a slurp. I felt my juices cooling on my thighs and start to dribble towards the bed. I lifted my leg over Stacy, rolled onto my back and clamped my thighs together to stop my juices from wetting the bed.

Stacy was sitting on her haunches like she was at a Japanese tea ceremony -- though I wouldn't have thought that she would be almost naked and displaying a dildo from her crotch at such an event -- hunched forwards and panting. I wiped myself with the sex-blanket and knelt before her. She gazed into my eyes and smiled.