Take Your Medicine, Honey

Another four weeks drifted by.

I'd had the stitches removed from my manhood at my next consultation with Mr. Rogers, and he announced that he was pleased at how everything was going. There was still an angry red scar where the incision had been, but he told me that in time this would lessen. Always the harbinger of glad tidings, he instructed to keep taking the medication that kept me flaccid so that everything would continue to heal internally.

I spent most of my time just pottering around the house, or watching TV, or playing games on the PC. Angela, of course, was working during the day and she wasn't due to take her holidays for another six weeks or so, and I found that my biggest problem was boredom - but I occupied myself as best I could whilst I was recuperating.

As the weeks had rolled past, the ever-present and frustrating sexual buzz had asserted itself more and more. The feeling reminded me of when I was a 15-year-old; I'm sure that most men can remember the time when hormones first ran rampant in their teenaged bodies, quickly transforming a usually placid and normal adolescent male into a seething, panting hulk of pent-up sexual lust. This is how I was starting to feel - I was constantly frisky, but with the medication keeping my penis limp there was no real way to gratify my libido. I was horny, but without the horn with which to do anything about it.

The only thing that I could do to slake the lust was to orally please Angela. This seemed to act as some kind of vicarious relief valve for me, and Angela was more than willing - and even eager - to indulge me. In fact, one day last week she had been working in a neighboring suburb and she had popped home unexpectedly for lunch. After I had made her a bite to eat, she had offered me something to snack on - and it definitely was not anything from the major food groups. Suffice to say that she had gone back to work that afternoon with a contented smile on her face.

Just over a couple of weeks ago we had been laying cuddled up in bed after I had pleased her. For some reason my thoughts had turned to adult toys, and I had offhandedly asked Angela why she hadn't gotten a dildo or vibrator whilst I was working abroad.

She pondered for a few seconds. "To be honest, I don't know. I never really thought about it. I haven't ever really used one, and I guess that I just didn't need it. Anytime we played on the phone or online, it was enough for me to just use my fingers, and imagine you were there."

I nodded, and she continued: "Besides - now that I think about it, it would've been almost an admission of defeat, maybe. You were only going to be gone six months, for chrissake, and I'd like to think that I could wait at least that long." She turned to look at me sharply. "Why do you ask? Would you have wanted me to use one?"

"Maybe," I answered. "It's kind of hot to imagine you using one."

I now had Angela's full attention; this was the kind of pillowtalk she relished. "Ah, really now?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Would you like to watch me use one now?"

I nodded slowly. "I think that would be mind-blowing."

"Would you want to watch me using it on myself, or would you want to use it on me?"

I could see what she was thinking; in my permanently flaccid state, a dildo would become a surrogate for my own cock. She was both right and wrong.

"Both," I answered. "I'd love to watch you use it on yourself, but I'd also love to do it for you, as I licked you."

Angela smiled softly. "Well, like I said - I've never used one, honey. But there's always a first time for everything, isn't there?"

"You want to get one?" I asked in sudden surprise.

"Why not?" she replied. Her face narrowed in thought for a few seconds. "We have to go to Kerry's big day this Saturday, don't we?"

I nodded. Kerry was Angela's cousin, and she was getting married this weekend. The venue was nearly an hour's drive away.

"Well," Angela continued. "How about we leave early, honey? If I remember correctly, there's an adult shop opposite a pharmacy that I deal with, not far away from the church where the wedding will be. We can drop in on the way up there if you like?"

The irony of visiting an adult toy store on the way to a wedding wasn't lost on me. "Sounds good," I replied. "Maybe we can grab the blushing bride a wedding gift for her honeymoon while we're there?"

Angela laughed. "Knowing Kerry, she'd already have two of whatever we bought her," she said cattily; Kerry was not known for either her virtuous behaviour or her chaste conduct.

We did visit the adult store on the way to the wedding, and both Angela and I were stunned by some of the products on offer. We found the dildo and vibrator section - if you could call it that - and after some muted discussion between us Angela selected a largish realistic-type silicon vibrator.

On the way to the wedding, we discussed some of the more kinky and bizarre adult toys that we had seen. Angela shook her head. "You know, I'm as broadminded as the next person - but Jesus Christ, who the hell wants to go to bed with a blow-up farm animal?" We had seen rubber blow-up sheep and pigs for sale in the shop.

I shook my head. "Horses for courses." I grunted. "Or even horses for intercourses - there was a blow-up pony for sale, too."

Angela bellowed with laughter. "Oh, my God! Well, I actually feel very innocent and staid just buying a dildo, then!"

Because I was still taking medication and also to allow Angela have a few drinks, I stuck to non-alcoholic beverages during the wedding reception so that I could drive us home. Angela was still tipsy when we arrived home, and maybe friskier than usual. We both had a nightcap and shortly went to bed. Angela had already placed the dildo on her bedside dresser, and after she had undressed down to her panties she smiled softly at me as she unwrapped the box.

She eased the fake cock out of its plastic cocoon; it was just over eight inches long, and I was startled at how closely it resembled the real thing. With a sudden tingle I realised that it was considerably larger than I was when erect. Even to see Angela handling it sent a lascivious shiver up my spine.

Angela slid the two 'AA' batteries into the appropriate slot, and she then rotated the round switch on the base; the dildo responded with an eager whir. She turned it off and then looked at me.

"You want to watch me use it, honey?" she purred.

I could only nod. I realised I was panting softly as I slid to the end of the bed so I could observe her more clearly.

Angela smiled, and slowly slid her panties off. She then lay back on the bed, spreading her thighs. She held the dildo in her hand, her small palm making the large fake cock look even larger than it was.

She guided the broad head of the dildo down to her pussy lips and gently worked the fake glans between her labia. I realised that my heart rate had just skyrocketed. The soft, rubbery head flexed slightly, and then slowly slithered just inside her lips. Angela closed her eyes and drew it back out, smearing her pussy lips with her secretions. She then rolled the head and shaft of the dildo along her slit, moistening the silicon.

Angela drew her knees further back, tilting her hips upward. The thick head of the fake cock was poised just over her juicy pussy, dipping downward slightly as if it were eager to explore what lay just below. Angela opened her eyes slightly.

"Watch me, baby." she whispered.

She grasped the dildo at base, and lowered the glans back to rest between her pussy lips. She then drew it gently forward, and the shaft bowed slightly as she applied more force. My heart thumped as I first watched the thick pink head disappear inside her, soon followed by the thick silicon shaft - inch by inch. Angela uttered a syrupy moan.

"Mmm, it's so big, honey," she breathed.

She paused when there was at least a good six inches inside of her. She slowly drew it back out, and I could see the shaft glistening with her juices. Then she slid it back in, even deeper this time. My eyes were riveted to how her pussy lips seem to almost suck at the silicon shaft, moving inwards as she inserted it into her, and clinging desperately when she slid it back out, as if her cunt was reluctant for it to depart. She slid it home again and uttered a sharp moan, and I realised that almost the whole eight inches was inside her.

"Does it feel good?" I heard someone utter. I suddenly realised that it was my voice.

"Mmm, yeah, baby," Angela murmured. "It's so fucking big... it's been so long since I've had anything inside me... Jesus, it's inside me so tight, honey!"

She now began to slowly fuck herself with it, sliding it in and out in a steady carnal rhythm. Wet slurping sounds began to issue from her pussy as the large dildo began pistoning into her creamy cleft. I glanced up to see that her nipples were hardening. A rivulet of her juice suddenly trickled from the base of her slit, and it ran with almost teasing slowness down over her puckered rosette. I licked my lips.

All of a sudden I realised that if she ever did cuckold me for real, then this is how it would look - her long, sexy legs spread wide as his large, meaty cock slithered deep into her juicy pussy, pumping inside of her over and over again. His balls would be slapping wetly against her asshole, becoming coated with her secretions. Her pussy lips would cling to his cock with just as much relish as they were clinging to the silicon imitation. I stifled a gasp at the thought.

She suddenly eased her pumping motion, and she reached down with her other hand to turn the circular switch. A soft buzz emanated from the dildo, followed immediately by Angela's sudden gasp of pleasure.

"Oooh, my GOD!" Angela panted. "Fuck, that feels so good!" She quickly readjusted her grip on the very end of the dildo, and she once more began rapidly sliding it in and out of her steamy cunt. The slippery sounds of its urgent passage added to the electric whir.

I had never seen a woman use a vibrator on herself before - and now I realised what I had been missing. It was one of the most erotic, sensual and carnal things I had ever seen - so much so that almost of its own accord my hand drifted down to stroke myself. I actually located the head of my cock through my briefs before I felt the bandaging. I forced myself to stop.

Angela was now truly fucking herself. Her back arched and she began to shake and buck. Her pretty face was clouded with ecstasy as the large cock repeatedly plunged into her, over and over. Another stream of her creamy secretions rolled sensually down into the crack of her ass. She was now panting hard, moaning and shaking. She pulled the shaft upwards so that the rubber vibrated against her clit.

"Oh, Jesus FUCK!... It's so fucking BIG!... Aaaahhhh!... AAAAHHHHHH!"

I could see her climax approaching. Her legs began jerking and trembling in earnest, and I could actually see her cunt firmly squeezing the thick pink silicon shaft. She arched her back, and her beautiful face tilted upwards. The buzz of the dildo echoed the buzz in my own loins.

"Oh, Michael! It's gonna make me CREAM! OH JESUS!... YES!... YES!... NOWWWWWWW!"

She literally screamed as climax tore through her, holding the large vibrating rubber cock deep inside her as her body jolted and shook. Her pussy was clenching the silicon shaft so tightly that the tone of the vibrator actually altered with every climactic spasm of her vaginal muscles: Whirr... Wharr... Whirr... Wharr... Whirr... Wharr... She kept moaning, over and over...

I realised that I was panting almost as hard as she was. I shook, and it felt like there were a million butterflies in my stomach.

Angela finally let her body go limp. Her fingers drifted to the circular switch and the hum of the vibrator abruptly ceased. She slid the massive fake cock slowly out of her pussy, and as it exited her love tunnel it made a soft shlop! My eyes were glued to how slick and shiny it was with her cream.

She opened her eyes to slits, and she smiled groggily at me.

"Was that okay, honey?"

I was bereft of speech for several seconds. "Holy FUCK!" I finally gasped.

She smiled, and held the dildo up. She took note of how slick it was with her cum, and she giggled. "Look at alllll my cream, baby!"

I swallowed. Her smile curled further. "Why don't you lick it all off for me, honey. You don't want me to waste my cream, do you?" She held it out towards me.

Mesmerised, I came closer.

"After you lick it clean for me?" she added in a soft drawl. "Why don't you lick the rest of me clean, too. Will you do that for me, honey?"

Of course I would - and of course, I did.

Twice.

*****

Later she wanted to know what my feelings were as I watched her using the dildo. I softly told her that it was truly one of the most erotic things I have ever seen, and just how much seeing her cum using the toy had turned me on. Angela listened intently to me.

"Did you think of that little fantasy as you watched, honey?" she asked softly.

"Yes," I softly admitted. "I kept imagining it was a real cock - and not mine."

She nodded and smiled gently. "I knew the idea it might pop into your head as you were watching. How did it make you feel?"

"Hot," I told her. "Very hot."

"Do you still often think about me with another man?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I guess more so now because of what happened - because I can't do it right now, maybe."

"Because you can't fuck me," Angela stated candidly.

"Yes," I replied softly.

"I can understand that, honey, and I can understand why," she said gently. "I had an idea that it might've been on your mind a lot more, but I wasn't sure how you'd react right now - you know?"

I smiled faintly. "Well, the idea of you doing it is still as exciting as ever to me."

She slowly nodded, and I could see that she was mentally filing the information.

"Did you enjoy feeling something inside you again?" I gently asked.

"Honestly? Yes," she replied. "As you might know, honey, for a woman there's two types of orgasm - vaginal and clitoral. When I am 'filled', it's a lot easier to have a vaginal orgasm, which for me are a lot stronger."

"Do you miss having intercourse?" I inquired.

"Yes - yes, I do, very much," she admitted. "A lot, in fact. I can't wait until you're healed, honey, and everything's all working properly again," She glanced at me, and an impish grin appeared on her face. "You'd best prepare yourself, 'cause once you're ready to rock'n'roll, then we'll be rocking and rolling a lot!"

And so for the last two weeks the dildo has played a big role in our bedroom. Angela loves me to slide it inside her, and then for me to lick her clit at the same time. This makes her have incredibly powerful orgasms, and I was in many ways glad that our house was some distance away from our neighbors - because her cries of ecstasy were long and loud.

We had also begun to have a little fun outside of the bedroom; one night we were sat on the couch watching the TV. Angela turned her head to me and smiled mischievously.

"You hungry, honey?" she asked.

Not being on the ball, I replied: "Nah, hun. We had dinner not long ago."

She sent me a mock-pout. "Oooh, okay then. I just thought you might fancy a taco."

I blinked. "Right here?" I asked in delighted surprise.

Angela grinned. "Right here - right now."

Suffice to say that her panties were removed and tossed to the floor in very short order, and I was soon on my knees, kneeling between her legs as I licked and sucked her to climax as the TV twittered in the background.

On another occasion, we were sat at our breakfast bar one Sunday morning, just finishing fried eggs and bacon. We had long ago bought four very tall stools for use at the breakfast bar, and we were perched atop two of them as we ate. Being a lazy Sunday morning, we were both still clothed in just our dressing gowns, and Angela's hair was still damp after her morning shower. I had reached for my coffee mug, and my elbow had knocked a plate of toast to the floor.

"Dammit!" I grunted, arising from the stool and kneeling down to gather the plate and the scattered toast. I was kneeling almost at Angela's feet with my face almost brushing her right thigh, and she swiveled around on her high stool, and she looked down at me.

Her broad, cheeky grin crept suggestively over her face. "While you're down there, honey..."

I laughed. I had never heard this classically lewd solicitation for oral sex from a woman before.

"Actually, these stools are just at the right height for that, aren't they?" Angela remarked. From my kneeling position, I could see that she was right - her pelvic region sat just above my eye level.

"In fact," Angela continued. "They'd be a great way for you to be able to lick me - from behind."

She uttered a short giggle, and then swiveled her body to face the breakfast bar again. She slid backward on the high stool so that her sexy ass protruded far over the leather seat whilst her lower thighs bore her weight. She then reached down to pull my stool closer to her, and she slid her right thigh sideways over onto it. This meant that her legs were now broadly parted with each thigh resting on different stools. She wriggled a few times to consolidate her position, and then lowered her upper body down onto the breakfast bar; her backside jutted outward and upwards even further. She looked down at me over her shoulder.

"What do you think, honey?" she asked sweetly. "You think this would be a great position for you to please me?"

It certainly was! The overall effect was that her whole pelvic region now practically hung in mid air, and her widely parted thighs meant that her pussy and ass were deliciously ******* and accessible from underneath. Her contortions had caused her dressing gown to ride up, and from where I was kneeling I had a perfect view of her inverted pussy peeking out from between her buttocks under the hem of the material.

"It's a great position," I agreed excitedly, feeling the buzz intensify in my loins and lower stomach.

She giggled again, and asked in a teasing voice: "Then what's stopping you, honey? Not hungry anymore?"

I was always hungry for what she was offering. I quickly shuffled sideways on my knees until I was directly behind her and almost between the two stools that she was now perched upon. She reached back and lifted her dressing gown up over her back.

"Lick me, baby," she murmured softly.

I needed no further urging; I steadied myself by placing a hand on each of the stool uprights to either side of me, and I tilted my head back and pressed my upturned face into her crotch from behind. My tongue flicked forth, teasing that sensitive spot between her pussy and her asshole.

"Mmm, up a little higher please, honey," she told me. "You know where..."

I knew where, alright; I slid my flattened tongue up to her puckered rosette, licking and rimming her. She had always loved this kind of anal play, and her current spread-eagled posture on the stools made it extremely easy to perform this lecherous sexual act.

The lasciviousness of the situation was intensified when I realised that Angela had actually resumed eating her breakfast as I was rimming her. For some crazy reason, this kinky little twist really turned me on; here I was, with my face pressed to her naked protruding backside and my tongue devotedly licking her asshole as she sprawled wantonly at the breakfast bar - and she simply carried on consuming her breakfast as if this were all perfectly normal.

In fact, she said: "Mmm! Maybe we should do this every Sunday morning, honey? - me eating bacon and eggs and toast while you're dining on some fresh rump," She uttered a soft, teasing giggle. "Or maybe a tossed salad."

Her wicked double-meanings simply added to my ardor. I kept enthusiastically rimming her until she had finished her repast. She then gave a soft groan, and shifted her thighs back further on the stools, and her delicious nether regions became even more accessible to my eager little tongue.

"Now - lick my pussy please, baby," she softly requested.

The kitchen walls were soon echoing to the soft, wet sounds of my lips and tongue hungrily slurping her pussy, and to Angela's urgent gasps of pleasure.

Well, they do say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day...