Boston, Massachusetts
Joan's fancy and professionally decorated high-rise apartment
Located at 200 Brookline Avenue
Just down the street from the Fenway baseball field
Home of the World Champion Boston Red Sox
GO SOX!
Circa November 2016
Joan's fancy and professionally decorated high-rise apartment is also not too far of a walk to a certain little shop in nearby Brookline, Massachusetts called...
Good Vibrations
A shop that caters to a clientele looking for new and exciting ways to have orgasms!
As the scene begins, it is just after midnight on a late Friday evening/early Saturday morning as Joan and Clyde are lying naked in bed after spending most of the evening making mad, passionate, sticky, messy, glorious love to each other. Their exhausted bodies are soaked in each other's sweat and cum, and they are also covered in an entire tube of lube thanks to Joan's firm belief in there being no such thing as too much lube...
Joan missed penis.
She just did.
Even after making love with Clyde for the last several hours with Joan cumming and cumming and cumming,
Over and over and over,
Again and again and again;
She just couldn't help it,
Sometimes Joan wanted more than just Clyde's magical fingers.
Joan loved and worshiped Clyde's magical fingers that could do oh so many wonderful and magical things to Joan's body that made her cum and cum and cum until the sheets and the bed were thoroughly soaked.
Yet...
Despite all of that oh so and then some wonderful and unending pleasure from a beautiful woman with a boy’s name and her magical fingers...
Now and again...
Joan found herself missing a nice...
big...
hard...
COCK!
But the thing was…
Joan didn't necessarily miss having a man that usually went along with that nice, big, hard cock.
In fact, lately, Joan kept finding herself dreaming of Clyde with a nice, big, hard cock on her slender, athletic, boyish, yet feminine body.
Joan sighed as she lay in bed naked next to a naked Clyde and thought of Clyde's slender, muscular body with a nice, big, hard cock. Feeling herself growing wet and swollen, Joan reached over to caress Clyde's naked, tight, muscular ass as Clyde slumbered quietly, but not deeply. The poor girl rarely slept deeply thanks to always being on guard after a lifetime of abuse and neglect, but at least she now slept.
Clyde had debilitating insomnia when Joan met her, but about 6 months before their meeting Joan had discovered, thanks to her own stressed-induced insomnia from hell thanks to starting a new business and worrying all night long that it would fail and she would go bankrupt, that medical marijuana did the trick to end those anxiety-induced insomnia blues.
And so, one fateful night, while they were working late at Joan's fancy and professionally decorated high-rise apartment, Joan suggested to Clyde, after hearing of Clyde's own insomnia blues, that she should try some of Joan's medicinal flower in the form of a pre-rolled joint from the NETA medical marijuana dispensary in Brookline, not too far from Joan's fancy and professionally decorated high-rise apartment.
Clyde agreed to try a joint, saying that the last time she had partaken in smoking pot was in college when it was still years away from being legal, so she didn’t consume it very often back then and never again after graduation, because even though she had liked the way marijuana made her feel, it made her too nervous to be doing something illegal. Like Joan, Clyde had spent her whole life trying to be a good girl too. It was one of the reasons why they were so drawn to each other; they shared the same morals.
Joan had at first planned on giving Clyde a joint to try later back at her place, but instead decided what the hell, why not try a joint now, and so lit one up right then and there in her fancy and professionally decorated high-rise apartment so they could share it together.
And while smoking on the joint, in between fits of giggles and bursts of laughter; confessions of lust and love slipped through Joan and Clyde's lowered defenses; and the next thing they knew, Joan and Clyde were making love for the first time. And then hours later, when they were finally satiated, they both slept for a long, long time.
So now at least Clyde slept.
Even if it wasn't a deep sleep, it was better than no sleep at all…
Clyde began moving slightly at Joan's touch, taking Joan's hand off of her tight, hard ass and moving it to Clyde's own swollen and wet lips, and not the ones on her mouth; dipping the tip of Joan's index finger barely inside of her, letting Joan playfully explore that precious part of Clyde's womanhood for a moment, before taking it out again, using the wetness on her finger as a lubricant to continue their foreplay since they had run out of the store-bought kind an hour ago...
Clyde had had many lovers before Joan, but she also had very serious trust issues, so it had been rare at best that she had allowed any of her former lovers to touch her. Clyde always had an intense need to make love to a woman and she was damn good at it too, which was one of the reasons why she had ended up with so many lovers. But when it came to her own needs, until Joan had showed her how to enjoy the pleasures of her own body, Clyde had thought that she never really wanted to be touched.
Clyde considered herself to be a service Dom or a service top, which meant she really got off on pleasuring her partner. And although Joan believed this to be true about Clyde, having experienced Clyde’s unending need to pleasure her partner personally herself, Joan also saw that Clyde’s former lovers had taken advantage of this aspect of Clyde. Mostly because none of Clyde’s former lovers had taken the time or had the patience to teach Clyde that she indeed had her own needs, because if they had, they could have had all of Clyde too, as Joan did every night...
And sometimes during the day too...
Before Joan, Clyde had found it difficult to let someone in, both literally and figuratively. She would do all manner of things to a woman and loved every minute of pleasuring her partner, but she had rarely allowed any of her former lovers to give her pleasure in return;
Never really understanding why she denied herself pleasure…
And it didn’t help that Clyde had always picked the wrong women to be her lovers.
Clyde’s past lovers had been selfish and self-centered.
They had only been in the relationship to get what they wanted from Clyde, never mind what Clyde needed or wanted.
Once these women got what they wanted, they were gone before Clyde knew what had happened…
That she had been used by these women to get their lesbian rocks off…
And then immediately once their Sapphic needs were satiated, back to their heterosexual worlds with their heterosexual husbands and heterosexual boyfriends they would return,
Living their heterosexual lives with their heterosexual friends and heterosexual family,
Only dipping into the homosexual world for a moment here and there every once in a great while when they were lonely and bored and could no longer contain their visceral desires to satisfy unwanted cravings and needs that wouldn’t stop annoying them.
But Joan was different than any of Clyde’s former lovers.
Joan wanted a relationship with a woman.
Joan desired a real relationship with a woman.
An out and proud relationship with a woman.
No more lying to herself or anyone else that she wasn’t attracted to women.
No more romantically partnering up only with men just to satisfy her need to fit in with friends and family who would never accept Joan with a woman no matter how much she loved her.
After decades of failing with men in a loveless marriage and several years before and after in dating hell, Joan had come to realize in the months leading up to meeting Clyde that she not only wanted a girlfriend, but she wanted to announce it to the world that she was a woman in love with a woman!
So when Clyde came into Joan’s life, she knew that her prayers had been answered.
And then when Clyde revealed her very serious sexual issues to Joan the first night that they made love, Joan understood why God had put this particular girl in her life and had waited until now to do it.
Joan had come into Clyde’s life when Joan was finally ready to accept this beautiful woman into all of her life because Joan was what Clyde had needed all of her life to help her heal.
Joan was patient and kind.
Joan was gentle and understanding.
But Joan was also slightly insistent that she touch Clyde while they were making love…
That every time they were intimate, Clyde would experience some kind of pleasure as well…
Well, maybe except when they had sex in Joan’s office. Clyde was even more shy about being touched when they were in public, even though she certainly wasn’t shy about pleasing Joan while they were at work to help Joan calm down when she would get so terribly nervous and overly excited about landing a new client.
So, Joan would let those sexual moments in her office go when Clyde wasn’t in the mood to receive pleasure.
But, Joan always made sure when they were being intimate in the comfort and safety of her fancy and professionally decorated high-rise apartment, even if it was for just a few moments here and there, Clyde was going to participate in their lovemaking and God willing; she would enjoy it as well.
Just ever so gently and slowly at first…
Ever so quietly and calm about it…
Even if it wasn’t an orgasm, but only tickles and light touches just here and there that gave Clyde giggles and sighs…
Clyde needed to participate in the pleasuring of her own body as well as Joan’s.
Joan had spent too many years in her marriage to Dick doing everything she could to please him and his giant dick sexually without ever getting any kind of pleasure from him in return to then allow Clyde to go without any pleasure at all while making such passionate love to Joan.
Dick had never taken the time to love on Joan.
Dick had never taken the time to learn Joan’s body and what made her scream and cry and sigh and gasp for breath.
Dick had never taken the time to make sure that Joan’s body was as sexually satiated as his.
Joan knew that lonely feeling of wanting to be loved after loving on someone so much without any kind of affectionate return.
And so little by little,
Day by day,
Week by week,
Month by month,
Joan had taught Clyde how to enjoy her own body.
And good Lord in heaven did that girl enjoy the pleasures of her own body now thanks to Joan’s love for her!
It took a lot of trust for Clyde to allow Joan to touch her, so Joan took the honor of getting to pleasure Clyde's womanhood very seriously.
Joan had felt so sad for Clyde when Clyde stopped Joan from touching her when they were making love for the very first time, explaining her sexual issues with Joan and just assuming that Joan would be like the rest of the women she had made love to and just not touch Clyde.
But Joan would have none of that.
Not only because Joan knew that Clyde needed to be touched, but also because Joan needed to touch Clyde.
Joan needed to give her partner pleasure.
Those very first touches from Joan the first night that they made love caused Clyde to orgasm very quickly. She ended up having several very much-needed climaxes that first night because Clyde was so turned on by Joan and had so longed for Joan viscerally that her body reacted to Joan’s touch before her brain could interfere with its fears and traumatic issues thanks to the abuse Clyde suffered as a child from her psycho bitch of a mother.
Well, okay, so Joan had added the "psycho bitch" part after hearing about Clyde's traumatic childhood and her educated guess as to why Clyde began having sexual issues long ago and leaned into the service Dom option of her sexual preferences while making love. But Joan only used such harsh words to describe Clyde’s psycho bitch of a mother because Joan had been so upset after hearing about Clyde's fucked-up past that she figured "psycho bitch" was actually a lot nicer than a lot of other things that she would really like to call Clyde's mother.
Clyde had been so fucked up by her mother in her early life, that she had spent her whole life searching for an older woman who would love her and care about her and who wouldn’t hurt her for fun and sick games of power. Clyde figured that she pretty much only dated older women because she wanted a mommy and a lover. Clyde had told Joan that she was well aware that this wasn't a healthy pattern and one of the reasons why all of her previous romantic relationships fell apart, besides the fact that all of her past lovers had serious closet case issues.
And in many ways, without really wanting to, but not knowing how else to help the poor girl, Joan had become a kind of mother to Clyde.
Then again, wasn’t she old enough to be Clyde’s mother?
That fact would always sting Joan’s ego a bit when she would dream of making love to Clyde before she had in actual real life, that she was dreaming of being with a girl who was young enough to be her daughter. The daughter Joan had always wanted but was never able to have even though she kept trying to have another baby for years after her son was born.
Joan found it to be a very delicate Freudian/Oedipus-type fine line to walk with Clyde being both a lover and a daughter to Joan. A delicate balancing trick that Joan suspected Clyde's other lovers couldn't or wouldn't walk, another reason for those relationships' demise. But walking that fine line was worth it to Joan to be with Clyde and to have the rare gift of getting to pleasure the pretty girl with a boy's name.
Oh God, Joan did love licking and sucking and stroking and fingering Clyde's tight, sweet, almost virginal pussy;
And sucking and stroking and licking and kissing Clyde's small, full, round breasts;
But the thing was,
Joan still liked men too,
At least physically,
So it made sense to her that she missed dick sometimes.
Not her ex-husband, Dick; he was just too much of a grumpy, moody, Negative Nelly, dickhead asshole to miss other than the idea of what she thought he was or could have been.
But,
If Joan was really being honest with herself about missing dick, she did occasionally find herself missing Dick's enormous cock, even though his giant dick did very little to pleasure her personally ever.
But, boy oh boy, did Joan love stroking and sucking and licking and touching and feeling Dick's giant cock inside of her.
At least Joan did the first few years of their sexual relationship, which being the naive good girl that she was and still sometimes is, didn't start until their wedding night. But then Dick's moody, grumpy, emotionally abusive personality got in the way, and Joan found over the next almost three decades of their marriage that she didn't really love the person attached to that nice, big, hard cock anymore that she loved stroking and sucking and licking and touching and feeling inside her so much; even if he never knew or really cared how to use it for her pleasure too.
After spending too many years with a dickhead asshole husband who ignored her and berated her and belittled her, Joan wanted and needed to be madly in love with the person on the other end of that nice, big, hard cock.
Even if it was with a woman who didn’t have a nice, big, hard cock, Joan didn’t care; no matter how badly she wanted a dick right now, having love, real love in her life was way more important to her than a dick.
And Joan was madly in love with Clyde.
God, she was.
Joan really was completely and utterly and forever in love with Clyde, the beautiful, blossoming, forever youthful woman with an old man's name.
The reality of Joan's feelings sank in quite suddenly as she lay in bed next to Clyde, gently stroking Clyde's other swollen, wet lips; slowly rousing the younger woman from her light slumber, ready to spend a few more hours pleasing each other's bodies and souls again...
And again...
And again...
But a nice, big, hard cock right about now?
"Yes," Joan would have to say, "Oh hell, YES!" to that question right now.
Joan just couldn't help it, she really wanted Clyde to have a nice, big, hard cock just like Dick's giant dick, and slowly slip it inside of Joan's swollen, wet, needy pussy...
Slipping it further and further and further inside of Joan...
Filling Joan up as Clyde slowly moves her tight, sexy, hard ass so her giant cock rocks back and forth and back and forth inside of Joan...
Filling Joan's body and soul with pleasure...
Rubbing Joan in all the oh-so-right places...
Taking Joan to the other side of heaven and back...
"We could always just go to a sex store, you know." Clyde suddenly said, waking Joan from her dream of a nice, big, hard cock and causing her to stop stroking Clyde's other lips.
Clyde turned over and kissed Joan on the forehead and then stared into Joan's breathtaking ocean-blue eyes as she continued,
"There’s this really nice sex store, Good Vibrations. It isn't too far from here. I know you would like it. They have very nice and knowledgeable staff that have been properly trained about sex toys and can tell you everything you ever wanted to know about them and they won't make you feel embarrassed for one moment. We could get ourselves a dildo or two and a harness. Although, when it comes to harnesses, since I assume I will mostly be the one wearing them, I prefer the underwear kind to the ones made of leather with straps and metal buckles and stuff. I know the leather and the metal and straps make it look sexy and all, but trust me when I say, it takes forever to get on and off, so it is way too hard to quickly get down to the business of making love, and let's face it, love, you're always in a hurry to get started when it comes to sex. Plus, the metal and straps and stuff tend to stick and poke at me. The underwear harnesses are just way more comfortable and easy to slip on and off. Not as sexy, maybe, but still sexy, and practical too. And you know how I like practical."
Joan began to wonder if Clyde was psychic or something because she was always reading Joan's mind. The girl had the uncanny ability to know exactly what Joan was thinking and when she was thinking it because this wasn't the first time Clyde had suddenly blurted out loud something that was currently on Joan's mind. It was a great trick that Clyde used skillfully when they were making love. She always knew where to touch Joan and how just as Joan would be thinking it herself.
The girl had mad skills.
"Are you reading my mind again?” Joan said as she caressed Clyde’s cheek, “Because I was just thinking that I really wish you had a nice, big, hard cock, because I would really love it if you could, quite frankly, fuck the shit out of me with one right now. It's been a long time, you know? Dick and I barely touched the last ten years of our marriage...And then there were those couple of guys that I briefly dated after the divorce, but I only slept with them just a time or two and that was several years ago now...And I just...I can't help it...Even though I love what you do to me so much, and for a while there I wasn't missing dicks of any kind at all whatsoever when we were first discovering each other's bodies...But lately...I can't help it. I've been missing a nice, big, hard cock," Joan said, rather hesitantly, pausing constantly as she spoke not wanting to hurt Clyde's feelings that she wasn't able to fulfill all of Joan's sexual needs.
"I'm sorry, love," Clyde said as she began playing with the freckles on Joan's chest, making patterns with the freckles as she always did whenever she played with them; tracing the freckles with the tip of her finger, gently teasing Joan as she continued the conversation, "I don't know if I was necessarily reading your mind this time as much as I could tell that you were thinking really deeply about something, and you did mention several times earlier when we were being intimate that you really wanted me to, quite frankly, fuck the shit out of you with a nice, big, hard cock. But then you kept cumming every time you mentioned it, and then you were so out of breath at one point there after orgasming because of mentioning again about wishing that I had a nice, big, hard cock, that I thought it best that we quit making love for a while and that you recover first before I asked if you just wanted me to wear a dildo for you. Plus, we had just run out of lube, which reminds me, we can get some at the sex store too. You do love your lube, Joan, and Good Vibrations has all kinds of lube to choose from."
Joan mentioned that she wanted a nice, big, hard cock while making love to Clyde this evening?
And not once, but several times?
Well, it had been on her mind a lot lately.
Joan couldn't remember saying it, but then again, she said all manner of things to Clyde when they were in the throes of passion together. It always surprised her because, until Clyde, Joan didn't know she had such a verbal, lustful side. But whenever they were making love, Joan just couldn't help but tell Clyde all manner of things that she wanted Clyde to do to her and how, and all the things she wanted to do to Clyde and what did Clyde think of her current performance about what she was doing and did she want more because Mama wanted to give her Baby more, more, more...
Clyde would become so easy and so hot and so wet and so swollen and so passionate with each and every vocal command and outburst of Joan's low, sexy, husky voice, making Joan equally hot and wet and swollen and passionate, that Joan couldn't resist talking during pretty much their entire lovemaking sessions.
So, Joan forgetting that she had mentioned wanting a nice, big, hard cock while they were making love earlier made sense because Joan always found herself saying all manner of lustful desires to Clyde whenever they made love.
Joan was mostly too shy to even mention most of these lustful desires and commands when they weren't in the throes of passion. But once Joan's libido got going while being intimate with Clyde, all shyness seemed to be thrown out the window because Joan never found herself being shy with Clyde when they were making love.
The only time Joan didn't talk while making love with Clyde was when she had her tongue down Clyde's throat or when she was sucking and licking Clyde's nipples, or most especially, and Joan's personally favorite form of pleasing her lover, was when she was going down on Clyde. And usually, once Joan started performing cunnilingus on Clyde, she rarely stopped for verbal breaks because she loved eating from the honeypot so much, she didn't want any breaks from devouring Clyde's tasty bowl of never-ending treats.
Joan now finally understood why Winnie the Pooh made such a fuss over honey.
It was fucking yummy!
Oh God, Joan did love going down on Clyde...
Sometimes Joan thought she could go down on Clyde forever she loved eating that beautiful girl's sweet and salty pussy so damn much...
Tasting Clyde's cum as it came in Joan's mouth...
Clyde's salty and sweet cum was oh-so delicious...
"The other day when we were in the mall and I decided to pop into Spencer's to get a lava lamp, and you know how they were all on a wall right next to their sex toys and lingerie section?" Clyde asked Joan, taking Joan away from dreaming of going down on Clyde's sweet and salty honeypot. Joan managed an "Mm-hmm," while trying to pull her dreams from Clyde's honeypot and move her lustful brain to their recent shopping excursion at the mall before Clyde continued,
"You stared and stared at the wall full of sex toys for longer than I stared at the wall full of lava lamps, and that's saying something because you know how much I love lava lamps."
Joan smiled thinking of Clyde while they were walking through the mall last week, holding hands when suddenly Clyde pulled Joan's arm to get their butts over to Spencer's and quick because Clyde had just spotted the store and they always had "awesome" lava lamps, as Clyde declared. And Joan's high-rise apartment may be fancy and professionally decorated and all, but it was still sorely lacking a lava lamp, according to Clyde, and Clyde believed every home wasn't a home without a lava lamp.
God, that girl was such a kick!
Before Joan knew what hit her, Clyde had them in the Spencer's and Joan suddenly found herself standing in front of the sex toy section that was in the very back of the store right next to the lava lamps that Clyde was completely mesmerized by; bewildering Joan that Clyde didn't even notice or seemingly care that right next to all of those bright and shiny lava lamps was a wall covered in sexual pleasure.
Joan found herself staring and staring and staring at what she believed were vibrators while Clyde stared and stared and stared at the lava lamps. Joan also found herself staring and staring and staring at the section of the wall that was just handcuffs and whips; imagining handcuffing Clyde and doing all manner of things with a whip, especially to Clyde's tight, round, hard ass that Joan loved rubbing up and down against. A nice little hard slap or two with the whip, Joan had imagined while in the store, before riding Clyde into heaven.
Except,
Joan had never used a sex toy in her life.
Or handcuffs.
Or even a whip.
It was something that she just never thought of doing for herself or with a partner.
Joan was 65 years old and never had a single experience with a sex toy ever.
She had been a good girl her whole life and good girls didn't use sex toys and handcuffs and whips.
Did they?
Then again, here she was with a woman and until recently she had been told all of her life that her intimate feelings for women were wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Except,
Joan’s lifelong attraction to women wasn’t wrong at all.
It never was.
Joan had stared and stared and stared at the wall of sex at Spencer's for so long that she didn't hear Clyde at first when she asked Joan if she wanted anything. Clyde had picked out the lava lamp that she thought would fit in with Joan's professional decor the best, and so found her attention finally away from the wall of endless lava lamps and back onto her lover who was mesmerized by a wall covered in many ways one could find sexual pleasure.
Clyde ended up asking Joan several times while they were in Spencer's if she wanted anything from the wall of sex toys and whips and handcuffs and very sexy lingerie as Joan stared and stared and stared, hemming and hawing about whether or not they should buy something; horribly embarrassed to be shopping for such items in a mall, yet turned on at the same time and wanting to buy the entire inventory of both sex toys and lava lamps.
But, most of all,
Joan wanted to run from the store screaming,
"NO! I CAN'T DO THIS! IT'S TOO EMBARASSING!"
But at the same time, Joan just couldn't find the courage to leave all of that sex either; especially when Clyde started whispering to Joan that she would like to see her lover in some of that sexy lingerie, if she was so inclined. Clyde telling Joan that she had tried things in the past with other lovers when it came to sex toys and handcuffs and whips and such, and so she was willing to give those things a go in their relationship as well if Joan was interested.
Joan didn't like thinking of Clyde with other lovers.
Partially from jealousy because other women got to Clyde before Joan did. But also because these women had been abusive towards Clyde, some of them as bad if not worse than that psycho bitch of a mother of Clyde's; giving Clyde such deep and paralyzing wounds that Joan was now trying her damnedest to help Clyde heal those painful scars of lost love with all the love and support that she had in the world and beyond to give to the beautiful girl with a boy's name a happy and healthy heart.
But when it came to sex toys from Spencer's, in the end, Joan decided to pass on buying anything but the lava lamp.
And Joan's fate with never buying a sex toy from Spencer's ever was sealed forever when a group of teenage boys walked into the store just as Joan was seriously contemplating actually buying from the assortment of vibrators and dildos on the wall with some explanations from Clyde...
But,
The very loud and obnoxious teenage boys all decided to make a B-line straight to the wall of sex toys and began to shout at the top of their lungs,
"WHERE'S THE COCK RINGS?! I WANNA SEE THE COCK RINGS!"
Joan doubted that the teenage boys knew any more about cock rings than she did, which was basically nothing. Not even what they looked like because later Clyde mentioned that the teenage boys were standing right in front of the section of cock rings, staring right at them as they were shouting about not being able to find them.
The boys were just too loud and too rude and Joan was just too overwhelmed and too embarrassed to pick out a sex toy or a sexy outfit for herself and then go to the cashier, who was younger than her son, to then take her credit card for her purchases for her and her pleasures.
Buying a sex toy at that moment, at that store was just too weird and too wrong for her.
Clyde did end up buying some handcuffs along with the lava lamp because she didn't have a son who was older than the cashier and the obnoxious teenage boys didn't faze Clyde in the least other than she was worried about them upsetting Joan's current delicate nature.
Joan had been disappointed in chickening out on the sex toy option ever since.
Oh well, at least they had a lot of fun with those handcuffs later that evening and this current evening as well.
"Spencer's wasn't the right place for you to be shopping for sex toys. You're a lady, Joan, and ladies don't buy sex toys at Spencer's," Clyde continued, "Good Vibrations is a sex store that is very much for adults only, as in no loud, obnoxious teenage boys yelling at the top of their lungs about cock rings."
"Well, that would be a relief," Joan said, brushing the hair out of Clyde's face as she looked deeply into her hazel eyes with their flecks of green and brown and blue that seemed to dance whenever Joan stared into them...
"I mean, you could find a man to sleep with if you really needed to, love," Clyde said staring right back into Joan's gorgeous blue eyes that were becoming bluer by the second as they welled up with tears of shame and regret about waiting so long, too long to be who she really is, a queer woman who just wanted to have some fun with sex, "I don't mind being in an open relationship. I would understand, you know. If I was bisexual, I would miss men sometimes too if I was only with a woman."
"That's very kind of you, sweetie, but I don't really have any desire to be in an open relationship. I was in one with Dick for years without even knowing it, and so once was enough for me."
"Well, then I say we try Good Vibrations to help you with your insatiable need for a nice, big, hard cock," Clyde winked at Joan as she smiled at her like it was no big deal that she wasn't able to completely satisfy all of Joan's sexual needs and was even offering up the services of a man to make sure that Joan was fulfilled in her sexual desires after years and decades of sexual neglect.
Being with a woman was indeed a lot different than being with a man.
Or maybe it was just Clyde?
Maybe Clyde was just different than most people in general?
Whenever people would ask Joan to describe Clyde, the first thing Joan always thought to say of Clyde was, "She is refreshingly rare," because Clyde was so different from the average person, as in she was always herself.
No games.
No manipulating for power in the relationship.
No only about getting what she wanted.
She was just Clyde.
And Clyde truly loved her partners and truly did want them to be happy and would do anything for them to give them that happiness.
Even if that meant allowing her partner to sleep with a man.
But Joan didn't need a man.
Joan just needed Clyde with a nice,
big,
hard,
COCK!
"We can get you a dildo and a harness for me and then we can mix in the handcuffs that we can't seem to stop using lately, and we will have a night where we will be living on pizza and Gatorade again to keep up with our extracurricular activities. Plus, I haven't used a dildo in quite a while, and to be honest, I was kind of missing a nice, big, hard cock to take you to the moon and back. And ever since we went to Spencer's, I'm finding that I can't seem to stop thinking about using one on you, so I say we go to Good Vibrations first thing in the morning. As soon as the store opens," Clyde then began kissing Joan and soon they were making love all over again...
And again...
And again...
Until dawn was breaking and they finally realized that sleep would probably be a good idea after all...
Scene Two
Joan was giddy with excitement as she walked with Clyde to Good Vibrations, holding hands as they talked, Joan silently saying a prayer to thank the good Lord in heaven that she had lived long enough to not only have a girlfriend but to hold her hand in public without the public making them feel ashamed of their love for each other.
By the end of the hike, as they neared Good Vibrations, Joan found herself wanting to run to the store as fast as she could, she was so excited at the prospect of Clyde with a nice, big, hard COCK!
Joan was both thrilled and a bit scared as Clyde opened the door for Joan to Good Vibrations and she entered a sex store for the very first time in her life. At 65 years old, she was finally free of the "good girl" persona that had somehow followed Joan her whole life. She was finally living for herself, and Joan had discovered that she was dying to go inside a sex store.
And Good Vibrations did not disappoint. Joan was amazed, enlightened, and turned on by the entire experience. It was so bright inside the store, not shameful or dirty in any way. The store catered to a queer clientele, but Joan noticed that straight couples were also welcome. The staff was so knowledgeable and friendly; answering all of Joan's questions about which kind of dildo she would probably prefer.
Joan couldn’t believe how comfortable she got with the very nice staff member that helped her. The questions the staff member asked Joan should have embarrassed Joan and made her go running for the hills, but instead, she felt so comfortable asking about sizes and shapes and types of dildos.
Oh my!
So many questions to ask about the different kinds of toys that would be suited for one’s sexual pleasure.
And when it came to the products that helped lead one to the heavenly world of orgasms, there was such an unimaginable wide variety of products that were available –
Books and videos and games,
Lube and vibrators and anal toys,
Harnesses and whips and lingerie,
But most especially there were dildos.
Dildos!
Dildos!
Dildos everywhere!
In all shapes and sizes and colors and textures.
With balls and without balls.
With veins and without veins.
Curved penises.
Straight penises.
Ribbed penises.
Smooth penises.
Silicone penises.
Glass penises.
Plastic penises.
Long penises.
Short penises.
Thick penises.
Thin penises.
Purple, black, red, blue, green, rainbow, and flesh-colored penises.
Realistic penises and penises that looked like they could join the circus.
There was something for everyone.
Good Vibrations was like Willy Wonka, except for orgasms!
Penises!
Penises!
Penises everywhere!
And not only was there indeed a drop to drink, but Joan was drowning in an ocean of dicks!
Heaven was a store all about orgasms!
Scene Three
Joan couldn’t wait to make love to Clyde wearing an underwear harness and a dildo. She tore open the packaging of the very first underwear harness and the very first dildo that she grabbed out of their bag of goodies as she was tearing off her own clothes, tossing the dildo and harness to Clyde asking if they could play with their new toys now, pretty please.
Clyde caught them both while she laughed and said, “Told you that you would want me to have underwear harnesses since they are so easy and quick to get on and off. Goodness, you are impatient to get going.”
“Well, I got an itch that really, really needs scratching,” Joan said as she took off her bra, winking at Clyde as she threw the lacy black material at her.
Clyde quickly threw off her own clothes and slipped on the black underwear harness that was really just a pair of boxer briefs with a convenient hole for the dildo. She was also impatient to get going on using the nice, big, hard cock on the beautiful and insatiable Joan already.
As Clyde put the implements of pleasure on, Joan arranged the pillows on the king-size canopy bed like Clyde suggested so she could sit up while Joan straddled her.
“I’ve always found the best position for me when using a dildo is to be on the bottom in a sitting position. You will be able to maneuver the dildo however you want while I just sit back and help you direct the dildo to all the right spots. I last way longer while topping from the bottom and I have a feeling we will be going at this for a while so the more energy for me to use on you, the better.”
After Joan had the pillows set up like Clyde suggested, Clyde sat on the bed and leaned back against the propped-up pillows. Joan then pounced on top of her quickly afterward, straddling Clyde’s lap as she grabbed one of the many bottles of lube on the nightstand and began lubing up the dildo. They had bought a dozen bottles of lube at Good Vibrations because as Joan always said,
“There is no such thing as too much lube.”
Good God did Joan love rubbing lube up and down the curved, ribbed, fake purple penis of love and lust.
Up and down,
And up and down,
Joan couldn’t help but let out a big laugh as her hand slid up and down on the slippery fake penis.
Fake penises were already turning out to be a hell of a lot of fun and a hell of a turn on and they had barely gotten started.
As Joan was getting more and more turned on while giving Clyde a hand job, so to speak, she stared into the beautiful girl’s deep hazel eyes, realizing suddenly that everything she needed was right here in this bed with her. All her life, Joan had dreamed of a partner like Clyde. The problem was her dreams were always about male partners. Yet all this time out in the world there was this beautiful girl with a boy’s name who looked fucking hot when she put on a penis; a girl who in many ways was masculine, but in oh so many ways she was very much a woman too. Joan loved that Clyde walked a fine line between both sexes. And since there were many things about both sexes that Joan loved, Clyde really was the perfect partner for her.
Joan leaned in and began to kiss Clyde as she continued to give the curved, ribbed, fake purple penis of love and lust a hand job. Just a few light kisses at first before Joan dipped her tongue into Clyde’s mouth for Clyde to suck and suck and suck on Joan’s long pink tongue, only letting go to wrap her mouth around Joan’s lips as their tongue’s danced in each other’s mouths…
Sucking,
And kissing…
Slipping,
And sliding…
This was heaven.
Joan reluctantly pulled away from the kisses and the hand job but only because her loins were screaming out that she had a terrible itch that really, really, REALLY needed some serious scratching…
NOW!
Joan grabbed more lube from the nightstand, squirting some on Clyde’s fingers so she could more easily help stimulate Joan’s already hugely engorged clitoris. Joan then put the lube back on the nightstand before very gently and very slowly,
Oh so very, very slowly,
Positioned the dildo inside of her; enjoying every minute of the slow teasing as the dildo slipped inside…
This was paradise…
Although,
It was surprising to Joan how cold the dildo felt at first; not at all warm like a real flesh and blood penis.
But,
Unlike the very few real penises that Joan had been privy to, the dildo was perfectly curved with the ribbed underside of the dildo hitting her in all the oh-so-right spots, making all that coldness fade away as she began to slowly grind on the dildo, quickly warming it up…Finally, a penis was inside of Joan after, God, how many years?
5 years!
Too long…
Way too long…
But this nice, big, hard cock wasn’t too long.
Or too short.
Or too skinny.
Or too fat.
That was the beauty of picking out a penis to put on your partner,
You got to choose the perfect penis for your body.
Joan grinded and grinded and grinded on the curved, ribbed, fake purple penis of love and lust…
And grinded and grinded…
And…
Grinded…
Clyde only had to move her hips and butt very gently to match Joan’s grinding,
It didn’t seem to take much effort at all on Clyde’s end to help stimulate Joan,
“Oh God right there is really, really good,” Joan said as she grinded some more…
Quickly orgasming even though they had barely gotten started and Clyde had barely moved…
Clyde circled a bit with her hips here,
And circled a bit with her hips there,
Matching Joan’s grinding,
Matching Joan’s rhythm,
As Clyde sucked on Joan’s nipples, going back and forth between Joan’s breasts as Clyde used one of her hands to grab Joan’s ass to help guide their grinding, and used her other hand to rub and rub and rub and rub Joan’s engorged, almost penis like clitoris…
Rubbing and circling and grinding and sucking…
Rubbing and circling and grinding and sucking…
As Joan came and came and came…
Over and over and over…
Again and again and again…
With Clyde positioning herself so she could also orgasm thanks to all of their grinding…
Rubbing and circling and grinding and sucking…
Until they both kept came hard and fast together…
Joan tingling from the tips of her toes to the top of her head…
Clyde never stopped moving her hips as they rode through their orgasms together, still circling her hips ever so gently and subtly as she slapped Joan’s ass as a sign to giddy up, let’s do some more riding…
So Joan rode Clyde all night long…
With both of them cumming…
And cumming…
And cumming…
Until dawn…
And Joan discovered that she would never miss a real flesh and blood penis ever again because she had Clyde, the pretty girl with a boy’s name, and a plethora of fake penises in the top drawer of their nightstand because just before they fell asleep at dawn, after a night of nonstop passion…
Joan asked Clyde to marry her and to move immediately into Joan’s fancy and professionally decorated high-rise apartment…
And Clyde said “yes” to both…
The End…
For now…
