Fascination by Megan Murphy

I’ll admit it. I’m still not completely sure I like the two of them alone together. Allie tried to placate me when I brought the subject up a couple of days ago.

“Don’t be upset, Jack,” Allie had said. “Sometimes you’re not around when I’m in the mood for fun. Sometimes I just wake up in the middle of the night and don’t feel like bothering you. Sometimes I just feel like coming that way.”

I could see Allie’s point but it didn’t make me feel any better. It felt like my masculinity was being called into question. But I did think about it and came to a decision.

I decided to find out why she sometimes wanted a vibrator instead of my cock. I had to know what was so damn fascinating about a piece of plastic. And really, it wasn’t fair of me to be so against something that gave her pleasure without knowing more about it. Was it?

So, yesterday I came up with a plan and I’ll tell you, my cock grew hard just thinking about it. Obviously it was a good plan and one I had to carry out right away. I went to sleep last night dreaming of what was in store for both of us in the morning.

I woke up first. I was sure it was the excitement of learning more about my woman. Or maybe it was the combination of being crazy with lust and worried about what I might find out. What I know for sure is that I woke up with a hard-on a sculptor would have loved.

I looked at Allie, lightly touched her lips while she slept. Moving my leg over hers, I gently pulled her leg toward me. I had to have her spread for my plan to work. She sighed as she sleepily moved her hand to stroke my shoulder. At first, I thought she was awake, almost wanted to wake her because I was getting more excited by the minute.

Instead I softly caressed that soft spot under her ear while my cock nodded his approval. I slid my fingers down her neck and just the feel of her was driving me wild. I moved my palm across her breast, her nipple beginning to notice my presence. I’m pretty sure I started drooling a little. Why not? I know for sure my cock was.

I captured her nipple between my spread fingers. It was getting to be as hard as I was. Scissoring that tight little bud, I rolled and lightly pinched it. She moaned, this time really waking up.

“When you play with my nipple, I can feel it in my clit,” Allie had told me once. I never forgot it.

Her hand gripped my shoulder a little tighter. I didn’t have to keep my leg on hers because she opened herself up to me when I touched her clit. I stroked it lightly, enjoying the idea of making it a little stiffer between my fingers. It was me doing this, not plastic, and I loved it. Her arousal, caused by me, made me hotter. Talk about a connection!

I sat up and leaned over her face, kissing and licking her lips until her mouth opened to take my tongue. It was electric. I wanted to take her right there and then but I didn’t. That wasn’t my plan.

Allie sighed heavily into my mouth. “Jack,” she sleepily murmured.

“Morning, Allie,” I whispered.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me before softly groaning when I slowly placed my hand on her stomach. Tracing her navel, I glided my hand lower, letting it rest lightly on her slick lips before I lightly pressed down on her crease with my middle finger as the rest of them massaged her outer lips. My foreplay was making her body do things I had never really noticed before, things I never took the time to see. Her hips arched as she tried to make me spread her open, tried to make me touch the place I knew really needed my touch. I almost did but that wasn’t my plan. But I’ll tell you, I was beginning to hate my plan at that moment.

“Is this what you want?” I widened her slit, stroked the soft crescent of smooth flesh just under her pearly bud.

“A little higher, Jack,” Allie panted. Her words made me want to do what she asked. Almost.

Letting her hot lust build mine just as high, I imagined how wet she would be when I moved over her, pushed my cock into that moist pussy. I closed my eyes and thought about how good it would be to just hold myself inside her, not move as I massaged her clit, making her come against my cock. I was so carried away by these images and sensations that I almost made them a reality. But I didn’t. It was time for me to see what her toy offered her that I couldn’t.

My plan was to bring her to the brink and I did that. Now I wanted to see how she handled it when I stopped her pleasure. I wanted to force her to come using her vibrator. I wanted to watch how she did it, maybe even learn something more about her desires and needs. And of course, I wanted to know why she needed it more than me to feel good. At least this is what I told myself. But at the same time, me and my cock wanted to push into her.

It was a hard decision but my plan won. I was surprised because usually in an argument like this, my cock wins. But I’m not going to tell you that it felt great to be right. Carrying out this plan was getting to be almost impossible. But mentally? I had to know what her fascination with her vibrator was all about.

So, reluctantly, I pulled my hands away from her fine body. “No, Allie. I want you to touch yourself a little higher. I want you to show me how you do it with your vibrator.”

She sat up, surprised, but I saw her smile. “Exactly what are you talking about? A demonstration?”

Now I was surprised, totally caught off guard by her reaction. It sounded like she was expecting my request, well, a demand, really. I could have sworn I heard excitement in her question so, I kept going.

“I want to see what makes you sometimes choose your toy over my cock. I’m not going to make you come this time. I want you to do it yourself. I want you to show me.”

I was amazed as I listened to my voice. We had sometimes talked about different fantasies and role-plays. One of them was me as a dominant, she as the sub. But that was only foreplay talk. Now? It seemed like domination was part of my plan. It wasn’t but I kind of liked the feeling. I liked the strength I heard in my words. Apparently, Allie did too.

“Do you really?” She leaned over toward the nightstand. “Ok… if that’s what you really want…”

Opening the drawer, she fumbled before turning toward me, holding a box and wearing a little smile. I read the word, Eroscillator.® “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” I can’t tell you if my voice still sounded powerful or if I sounded like her sub. I can only say at that moment? I wanted to watch her more than anything else in the world.

“I’ll tell you what, Jack.” She got up and plugged her toy into the outlet beside the nightstand. “I’ll come for you if you come for me.”

“What? Are you serious?” I couldn’t believe it. Men didn’t masturbate in front of women. At least I never did. And anyway, what made her think I would do it?

“Come on…give me your answer,” she said with that killer smile. “I won’t do it unless I get to watch you too.”

Her hand slid up and down that long and thick dark beige piece of plastic. She watched me, knowing that I was already thinking about her hands slowly stroking my cock. “It’ll be nice to have you here in person for a change when me and my toy get together.”

She laid out three small attachments. One was shaped like a cock’s helmet. One was wide and flat. The third was shaped like a small bunch of grapes. I watched as she held each one of them for me to examine. My hand on my cock before I even realized it was there.

“That’s better,” she said, giving me another knowing smile. “Any idea which one you’d like to see me use?”

She lifted the one that looked like the top of my now glistening cock, her thumb rubbing the tip.

“You know, Jack, you shouldn’t really be so worried about me and my vibrator.” She licked her lips. ”This one is my favorite, I think.” She touched the tip with her tongue. “I pretend it’s you.” Her lips traced the rim of it, exactly how she did it to me.

By this time, my cock was standing straight up. I couldn’t say a word because her mouth was hypnotizing me. Then it dawned on me. I was being caught up in HER plan. How did this happen? That’s what I wondered as I stroked the rock hardness between my legs. I wanted to say something, anything to get some control over this situation but by this time, my thumb was rubbing my pre-come over the tip and I gave up.

After what seemed like forever, Allie put down the miniature me and picked up the flat attachment. Inserting it into the top of the plastic, she flipped a little button and I heard a soft whirring sound.

“The reason I like this vibrator, Jack, is because it doesn’t move up and down like a regular cock.” She held it up for me to see. “It moves sideways.”

Allie placed it on my leg, letting me feel the vibration. Then she moved to open herself to me, let her fingers spread her lips for my viewing pleasure. Picking up the toy with her other hand, she started to place it against her clit.

Oh no… she suddenly dragged the tip up my thigh, slowly moved it against my cock. I couldn’t believe how good that moving plastic felt. I wanted more. Now it was me wanting her to touch me higher. It was my hips arching up for that caress.

“Keep your eyes on my hands, Jack.”

Like I had other things to look at, I thoughts as she moved our toy away from me. I watched that little head flutter back and forth against her clit while her other hand rolled her nipple. Again, I saw that connection she told me about as her body tensed and relaxed in a constant rhythm.

My hand was working my cock up and down a little faster. Now I felt my own connection, one I could never have imagined. As I watched her fingers pull on the hard tip of her breast, twisting and pinching, I was holding my balls with one hand while I stroked myself faster. I was trying to keep with the back and forth vibrations of our toy against her clit.

I was almost ready to come. Pure lust ran through me as I watched her face, watched her hands, watched her face. I couldn’t get enough of looking at her everywhere. The sparkle in her eyes as she watched me play with myself was almost too much for me to handle. I wasn’t sure I could last much longer and I think she knew it because her voice stopped me from exploding.

“Look at my face, Jack. Let’s watch each other when we come together.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. The sound of the vibrator, her eyes shining as she watched me stroke my cock for her, how her fingers looked as they pinched her nipple, the way her clit got so hard under the motions of our toy… all of it created vivid images that I knew I would never forget.

Then our explosions rocked us. Allie’s thighs quivered. She moved toward me, held up her breast for me to come on and I didn’t let her down. I shoved two fingers into her pussy, underneath that vibrator, a combination that pushed her over the edge right with me.

Lost in the spasms of her core clenching my fingers, I finished coming to the sounds of our toy and our moans of release.

After a long few minutes, I moved to sit next to Allie. “So, how was it?”

Yeah, I know it was a dumb question, but I wasn’t sure of what else to say. I was nervous, wondering if it was better with me or without me. And my plan didn’t work; I still didn’t know which one of us she preferred.

“How was it?” She sighed. “It was incredible.” Her hands followed the trail of come on her breast. “I’m thinking that I’ll never use my toy again without feeling you next to me, even if you’re not.”

I held her in my arms, fingers softly playing against her cheek. The forgotten plastic felt warm between us as she snuggled against me. Even silent, it somehow still felt alive.

“And when you are here, I’m hoping you won’t mind anymore if the three of us get to know each other a little better.” She moved closer to me.

I closed my eyes, remembering how our toy had felt against my cock for that split second. Allie understood what I had been feeling, just like I now understood her fascination with her toy.

While I’m still not completely sure I like the two of them alone together, her toy won’t come between us. I’m thinking I’d like to get to know that toy a little better. You know, when I feel like having fun or when I wake up in the middle of the night and don’t want to disturb Allie or when I just feel like coming that way.

Copyright © Megan Murphy, August 1999, revised September 2018. May not be copied, quoted or used in any manner without the express consent of the author.

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