by Rachel Kramer Bussel
(07/25/07)

Kim was amazed at how suddenly everything shifted as soon as she stuck the cock down her pants.

She'd worn a strap-on before, but always in the context of sex, right before she was about to fuck someone, a hurried heat-of-the-moment action intimately tied to sticking her dick into some girl's eager hole. That she could possess a cock without another girl around was new and exciting: every girl she saw could be the one to discover Kim's new secret. This time, she wore her cock proudly, letting its weight mark and change her. She'd always wondered what it was like to have a cock, and now she knew; she felt strong and powerful, capable of conquering heroic tasks -- along with bedding the hottest girls around. She didn't analyze this feeling too much, simply took it for granted.

There was something macho about the toy, something manly, in a way that vibrators and other sex toys simply weren't. Mind you, Kim didn't look like a guy, with her jet-black hair, eyeliner circling her lids, slash of lipstick, safety-pin-laden black shirt, dark jeans, and huge black sneakers. She looked like a punk kid, trying a little too hard to wear her toughness on her sleeve while also showing off her curvy bod; her fuck-you flirtatiousness was designed to both attract and repel, and it seemed to work on both counts, sometimes a little too well, doing the former with the girls who were a little too polished for her taste, the latter with the ones she wanted to get her hands on.

But for all her firm beliefs and strictly defined parameters, Kim's taste sometimes surprised her. She'd see a girl and feel as if she couldn't do a single thing until she had her, absolutely and completely, no questions asked. She'd stop everything she was doing, thinking, and feeling in order to pursue her quest. The cock only made her feel this all the more.

When she surveyed the party, it was clear right away who'd be the lucky recipient of her cock; even before she knew her name, she knew she wanted to corrupt this perfect stranger. The girl looked as pert and cute and sweet as a flower, in a clingy paisley dress that stuck to her breasts, letting her hard nipples poke out. She had one leg crossed over the other, her smooth, pale legs shown off to perfection, her gaze a study in bored beauty just waiting to be swept off its feet.

When their eyes met, it only took a second for Kim to know she was the one, the one who would take Kim's cock's virginity, would complete the race Kim felt she'd started. Wearing the cock was only half the battle, boosting her up into someone stronger and braver, but she'd know for sure once she slid it into a hot girl, and this girl with the challenging look on her face and the slowly rising skirt hem was perfect, Kim decided. It was in part the cock talking, but it was also some long-buried part of Kim: her cock made her feel strong and powerful, larger than her smallish frame would make you think, as if by putting it on she'd become someone else, someone sexier, hornier, fiercer.

She didn't want to quietly enjoy this secret pleasure, although she definitely was; the weight and bulk of it, hidden in her pants, the way a slight, subtle jiggle could send it pressing against her already-throbbing clit. She wanted to pull down her pants and show off her new equipment, slide her hand up and down the toy, own it as if she'd been born with it. And every time she looked at Sara, she wanted to grab her, corral her, in a word -- have her.

She'd fucked plenty of girls before, ravished them so that they screamed and tugged at her hair and raked their nails deep into her skin, but this was new; she'd never been so totally consumed by the desire to defile. She itched to stick her hands down her pants, play with her new toy, but she resisted.

Had she taken Viagra or something without even noticing? She felt like nothing if not an absolutely horny guy, the kind who leers at every girl who passes by, who has a permanent erection they want everyone to know about. Kim felt like this, and for the first time sympathized with the guys she knew who always gave her a hard time, begging to fuck her just once. But she wasn't going to beg; she'd make the other girl do the begging.

Kim sauntered over to the bar, ordering a soda as she bided her time, waiting to be noticed. She had no doubt that she would; in their relatively small dyke scene, everyone noticed Kim at some point or another, but she'd carefully cultivated a persona that said, mainly, "look but don't touch." Kim launched into a conversation with the bartender, nonsense chitchat she managed to become engrossed in so that she could forget about Sara for a minute. She had to block her out of her mind, as if physically moving a rock or heavy piece of machinery, in order to go about her evening.

Kim did such a good job that when Sara politely asked the bartender if she could smoke, the sound of her voice startled Kim. It might have anyway, since their being in a relatively small town that had an even smaller, more tightknit dyke population, they'd never met. Or maybe they had, and this girl knew, but in either case, it felt to Kim like her cock, the one that was so new yet felt so old and familiar, this new/old part of her seemed to remember this girl's voice, this girl's curves, and as the girl shifted in her chair, Kim felt her cuntache and would have sworn that her dick got harder in her pants.

She glanced over and, from the way Sara was leaning forward against the bar while the bartender took his time rustling up a match, her skirt had ridden up so it was about to expose her ass. As it was, the skirt clung tightly to the curves of Sara's behind, illuminating all Kim needed to know. All of a sudden Kim had a vision of Sara on her hands and knees, that perfect ass right in her line of sight as Kim slid the dildo in and out of her puckered little hole. It was so strong she might have called it a premonition, but she snapped back out of it when she saw Sara look at her. Kim reached for the smoke Sara held between her fingers, stuck it in her mouth, whipped out her lighter before the bartender could, lit it, took a puff and slowly exhaled in Sara's face, then took it out, turned it around and offered it up to Sara's startled lips.

"Should I thank you for that?" the girl asked with something like a sneer in her voice as she took a deep drag.

Kim stepped closer until they were practically touching, until the soft folds of Sara's skirt brushed against her beloved cock. "No, but you should thank me for the fuck of a lifetime you're gonna get as soon as you finish that cigarette. And, by the way, I'm Kim," she finished. As soon as the words were out, she couldn't believe she'd uttered them. Just like drinking sometimes made her say surprising things, today the cock was serving the same function.

Sara stared back at her, clearly torn between continuing defiance and the unbearable arousal that was slowly snaking its way down from her reddened face. Kim knew that they were drawing attention to themselves, but didn't care; she knew most of the people in the room, and if Sara was overly bothered by their prying eyes, her lust seemed to overcome that uncertainty quickly enough.

Sara threw the butt onto the ground, mashed it, uttered a quick, terse, "Sara," and then grabbed Kim, kissing her almost angrily, but Kim had the upper hand, and hoisted Sara by her waist over her shoulder. Sara squirmed, but didn't actually do all that much to escape Kim's grasp, and she carried the girl out of the bar to the applause of everyone inside. Kim even heard a few shouts of "You go, girl!" and "Show her what she can do with that sweet ass," from the rowdier women in the crowd.

She put her down a few steps out the door, and it was all she could do not to lift her skirt right there on the pavement. Kim's whole body was throbbing, begging her to get on with things already.

They walked silently, Kim leading the way. Their silence spoke volumes as Kim strode purposefully, as if her cock were leading her along, while Sara strolled behind, giving off the occasional huff but not showing any inclination to go anywhere else. Kim wondered how guys managed with a real, live cock practically bursting out of their pants every day; she felt wild and out of control with this new appendage, as if every moment not spent fucking was a sad waste. They reached the door and as Kim fumbled with her key, Sara was the one who pressed up against her backside, rubbing one thin leg between Kim's, certainly feeling what lurked beneath. Kim's breath caught but she simply reached behind her, tugging Sara inside until they finally reached her apartment door. The few minutes that had elapsed seemed agonizing, and Kim was going to make Sara pay for every second she'd had to wait.

Kim shoved Sara against the wall so the girl's face was right up against the spackled whiteness, leaving no room between her flushed cheeks and heaving breasts and the hard, unyielding surface. Kim smiled to herself when her date's hands automatically went over her head into that universally subservient sign. She reached under the short dress and pulled Sara's panties down, making sure Kim could feel the elastic digging into her slim thighs, could feel herself trapped in place. Then Kim pushed down her pants, unveiling the cock that had so quickly become a part of her. She slipped a tiny sample packet of lube from her pocket, pouring some over the dildo and some onto her fingers.

With one hand, she reached around, stroking along Sara's wet cunt, and with the other she probed Sara's small, sweet asshole. Even her backdoor looked, somehow, demure, if such a thing were possible. The more pristine Sara appeared, the more Kim wanted to take her down, to defile her and make her roar in messy, loud, wild agony. When Kim's first two fingers slid into Sara's asshole, while her other hand traipsed along Sara's pussy lips and over her clit, the girl let out a cross between a yell and a strangled moan.

Kim knew it was time.

"I've been waiting to get you right here ever since I laid eyes on you tonight. This perfect little ass of yours was staring right at me and I'm about to fuck you so hard you'll remember me every time your ass so much as twitches."

The words just seemed to come out of her, as naturally as her cock pushed into Sara's asshole, while they both struggled to contain themselves. Sara was already rocking back and forth, her hips taking on a rhythm that Kim couldn't help but follow, surging against Sara's as she watched the red cock disappear between Sara's cheeks. Kim was overcome with excitement, more so than she could ever remember; a kind of arousal that seemed to seep from her pores, fill her brain, sink down into her bloodstream and back out through her clit. The truth is, it had little to do with Sara herself, as hot a number as she was, Kim was mostly awed by the way her cock took on the qualities she most associated with butches; strength, power, self-assurance. Kim had always considered herself tough, but in a scrawny, scrappy, punkish underdog way; this cock gave her something else, something that allowed her to fuck a girl like Sara in the ass when it was almost guaranteed they weren't going to see each other again.

That no longer mattered; nothing did except the way the cock parted Sara's perfectly round hole, the way Kim could feel every wiggle Sara made, the way Kim slammed her hips up against Sara's, pinning her to the wall, biting her neck and admiring the mark she left. Kim was taking everything Sara gave her, taking it all and then demanding more, pushing the girl until she cried out. Kim reached down and shoved two fingers into Sara's cunt, no longer awed at how juicy she found her. Kim thrust upward and in, then slowly slid out, admiring the shiny cock, wishing she had a camera to record this moment of triumphal emergence, of her dick's reigning dominion over Sara's ass.

Kim felt her body trembling as Sara wiggled against her, begging for more. Looking down at the inanimate toy she held in her hand, she felt something click inside her. As the base pressed back against her clit, it was like lighting a firecracker, its heat spreading up and into her body, about to set it off into an explosion the likes of which she might never recover from.

Kim felt tears well up, tears of shock and joy that this toy she'd bought on a whim, this cock that looked nothing like her body, felt like much more than simply an object, something made in a factory that she'd purchased with the intention of getting herself, and other girls, off. This cock felt special, as if by virtue of being pressed up so tightly against her skin, this cock made of glitter and red silicone and passion, had become an extension of her true self. This was the first time Kim had worn one "just for fun," as her friend Lee had called it. But Kim quickly found that it was more than just "fun." She'd gained what felt like magical powers that extended deeper than the farthest reaches of Sara's ass, to a place so deep inside she wasn't sure she'd ever visited it before.

Instead of a camera Kim had her mind, that perfect recording device, which would set the moment on automatic replay for a long time to come. She pulled out, then teased Sara with the head of the cock, waiting until Sara begged before pushing it back in. "Please, Kim, fuck my ass, I need you, I need your cock --" she broke off when she got exactly what she was asking for. Kim closed her eyes and slammed into Sara's ass, focused solely on the way the cock pressed back against her clit, the way Sara's hips felt when she held them in her hands, what she imagined the head of the cock looking like as it speared Sara's tightness again and again. Kim got lost in the sensation, the taking, overtaking, the claiming -- not just of Sara's ass, but a missing part of herself.

She had no room left to ask Sara how it felt, she simply trusted that the cock was everything Sara had been looking for too as she thrust in and in and in until she couldn't go any deeper and just stayed buried there while her fingers pushed so far into Sara's pussy she could feel the cock through her slippery walls.

Sara gave a garbled yell and tightened her grip on Kim's fingers, coming in a series of silent spasms that made Kim's clit leap as well. Kim stayed inside Sara's ass long after both their orgasms were over, too shaken to leave that safe embrace that had given her exactly what she'd needed. She knew Sara was just a vessel, a tiny piece of a larger puzzle, but for now, she was all Kim had.

They both stayed there, breathing heavily, for as long as they could, before the silence became too deafening. Everything after was hardly worth remembering; for Kim, it ended there, at that moment, her cock in Sara's ass, both girls lost in thought, utterly shaken by what they'd been through. In that lingering silence, they'd looked at each other, their gazes searching, but Kim was the first to break their eye-lock. What she'd gained from fucking Sara had, in many ways, been about her own needs, her own wants. She pulled Sara close to her, a long, hard, silent hug which would just have to be enough. Sara didn't say a word, but when they walked out the door back into the night, she laced her hand through Kim's, squeezing it hard -- by silent agreement, hello, goodbye and thank you all wrapped up into one motion.

They each knew they'd go their separate ways, and Kim knew that nothing would ever be the same for her again. Not surprisingly, she was right, and five years later, Kim still has the cock to prove it, though it still takes a special kind of girl to take all of it, and all of her.

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