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Double dongs, also referred to as double dildos, have a fun variety of uses.  Many are flexible enough to be turned into a U-shape and used for simultaneous anal and vaginal stimulation.  But just think of the configurations a couple or group can come up with!

For two women, the possible positions are many.  Both on your backs, pumping against each other with the double dildo in both partners can be both pleasurable and bouncy fun.  There’s no need to stay on your backs though ladies.  Consider putting one partner on her back with the other partner on top, in the saddle position.  Bend the double dong so that both partners are able to enjoy it simultaneously. 

But let’s not limit the use of double dongs to masturbation and lesbians.  For heterosexual couples, the double dildo can be inserted into the woman while the man sucks on the other end.  Of course, this also opens doors to simultaneous anal stimulation, both on your backs using each other for leverage, or ass to ass on your knees.  Consider simultaneous anal stimulation while the woman rides the man on top (just make sure your double dong is nice and long, like all 18 inches of the Xtra Sweet Double Dong).  The double dildo can also masquerade as a third partner for falacio, many men fantasize about watching their sex partner suck a huge cock while he fucks her.  Make his dream a reality.

                The first step was getting Brian to wear the thing.

                “So what you’re saying is my erections are not hard enough for you.”

                “Not at all,” I said and lean in to kiss my husband’s cheek. “You are very hard. I just wanted to see what this sex toy felt like, what you tell me it feels like.”

                Again I plucked the rubber cockring from the place on the bed where it sat between us.

                “You spend entirely too much time on the Internet,” Brian said, but smiled wide to indicate the idea, the look of the black circle, the soft suggestive dominance of me wanting him to wear the sex toy, even the curiosity of what it might feel like once the ring was smoothed down his thick shaft and snuggled his base was at least something Brian was considering.

                “For me?” I asked, cocked my head and batted my eyelashes.

                “Jesus Chris Vanessa,” he said and took the black rubber ring from my hands.

                “I just wore it?” Brian was saying as he we exchanged sections of the Sunday paper.

                “And you told me you liked it.”

                “Yeah, it was fun,” he said, not missing a beat to rifle open the magazine section. “You know, time and a place and all that.”

                From Brian’s bouncing on the bed after getting the cockring down his erection, to his clutched breathing as I sucked him off, to the massive explosive orgasm he had had, I would have guessed wearing the cock ring had been a bit more than fun for him.

                “Ok okay, it was good, real good,” he said after ten seconds of silence and my stare. “But if we do shit like that every time, it will get routine.”

                “Every time?” I said and lean back.

For good measure I arched so he could get a nice long look at my tits straining under my night shirt and see how hard my nipples were now that we were on the subject of his cockring. “That was two nights ago and for maybe ten minutes.”

                “You want it on me the entire morning?”

                “I just thought it’d be kind sexy…” I began, lean across kitchen table and put my hand into his lap. Brian instantly responded.

                “…having it on under your jammies while we ate breakfast, look at the paper,” I continued rubbing him to full erection.

Brian lean back, put the magazine down and closed his eyes and sighed:

                “Get the ring, get the ring.”

                “Enough already,” he said straightening his tie in the mirror.

                “How hard could it be to keep it on, you go soft, it just moves with you.”

                “I have a ten o’clock, it’ll go for an hour, maybe an hour and a half, I won’t be able to get out to the bathroom if I have to…”

                “…why would you have to?” I said, reached down and speared the cockring with my index finger. I swirled it around while I stared at my hubby.

                “I just wore it yesterday for you,” he said turning from me and leaving our bathroom. “You’re getting a bit obsessed with this sex toy.”

                “I’m obsessed with seeing your cock in it,” I replied, jumping on the bed and lifting the toy like an offering to my big Greek god.

                “Jesus,” he said but I looked straight ahead at Brian’s crotch and saw the bulge there.

                “Where’s the ring?” Brian asked as he circled the tip of his cock between my wet lips. I was arching on the bed, my thick thighs spread as he poised there just on entering me.

                “Oh God Brian, fuck me, now, put it in me.”

                “Where’s the ring?” he said as I wiggled up to him.

                “What? What?”

                “The cockring. Where’d I put it?”

                “Brian you don’t need that, just put it in me,” I growled and again he just touched my clit with the very tip of his prick but went no further.

                “I wanna put it on,” he said and retreated from me. I lay back on the bed literally writhing, my hands on my tits, my ass rubbing into the sheets.

                “Brian!” I screamed. “Brian.”

                He left the room and seconds later I heard him rummaging in our bathroom. After coming home today, after the morning meeting where he had worn the ring, he had flipped the cockring into the medicine cabinet. I couldn’t believe he wanted to wear it again so soon and right then!

                “Mmmm, that feels good,” he said emerging from the bathroom, his cock standing straight out, purpling hard, the thin black circle securely around his base. He looked as hard and as big as I had ever seen him…and Brian is quite big. In fact, his cock looked like a thing detached from his body, as if the ring had it locked and on display.

                “You started this,” my husband said and knelt up on the bed and aimed that beautiful ready taut cock between my legs.

                Christ, I felt like Dr. Frankenstein.

        “SHALP-APAP” the sex toy slapper said as it bounced off Tammy’s right palm.

                “Fuck that hurts,” she said and again “SHALP-APAP” she struck her palm with the leather ends as the sting ran up her arm and connected directly to her nipples.

                “The fucking sound; good fucking Christ!” Barb said, her almond eyes drilled on her best friend sitting across from her.

                “That’s the loudest one yet,” she added watching Tammy lift and play with the handle and two straps. Though there was a paddle, two crops and a flogger between the two women, Barb and Tammy had come to the edge of their chairs then, both acutely aware of the instrument in Tammy’s hand.

                “Is that what he wants, you think?” Barb asked, trying like all hell to look her friend in the eye. Tammy dipped the slapper then flicked it up real quick, it flumped the air with an almost muted cutting sound: “SHAUMP PA”.

                “Jesus, this sex toy is mean,” Tammy said, but she was wearing a deep crooked smile across her tan face and her big green eyes were wide.

                “He said he wanted you to really beat his ass,” Barb reminded her friend. “I mean Billy said that, right?”

                “Yeah, he said he had always fantasized about a woman really doing that to him,” Tammy said, not taking her eyes off the serpent-like instrument she played through the air. “He said no woman has ever had the guts to really beat his butt hard.”

                “I couldn’t do it,” Barb said.

                “I’m not sure I can, either…” and here Tammy sliced the air again as the two pieces of leather, connected at the handle, slapped into each other with a tight “SH SHNAP”.

                “God that sounds wild,” Barb exclaimed, both women bounced their perky butts and the salesgirl with the two eye-lid piercing and the stud under her lip came into the backroom.

                “Once a customer sees this sex toy they hardly ever go for anything else,” the pretty girl said as both women looked up embarrassed.

                “He’s getting out of the shower now,” Tammy said.

                “Does he have any idea?” Barb asked as low as she could. Her last table had just ordered dessert and it was pretty quiet in the café, but still she wasn’t supposed to be taking on her cell during a shift.

                “No, beyond that I’m sleeping over on a weeknight, nah he doesn’t suspect,” Tammy said as she heard Billy whistling to himself, obviously almost done drying now.

                “Girl you so got to tell me…”

                “Gotta go!” Tammy suddenly said and hung up.

                “What’s up?” Billy said emerging from the steam filled bathroom behind him. “Everything ok?”

                “Yeah just Barb.”

                “You got off kinda quick,” he said, smiling.

Taking six steps he managed to the bed and lie down next to Tammy, all without losing the towel around his tight waist. Up on his side and one arm, the red haired guy stared hard at his girlfriend, letting the warmth of his shower, the warmth of his pretty petite girlfriend in bed and the warmth of hopeful sexual potential envelope them.

Shit, Tammy was sleeping over on a weeknight, that had to mean he was getting some, Billy thought.

                “Well I kinda have a surprise for you and she…”

                “A surprise?” the lanky man asked, leaning into his girlfriend then. He kissed Tammy’s mouth twice, then retreating, he said: “That sounds too good to be true.”

                “It just might be,” Tammy said, scooted up and added: “Turn over for a sec.”

                Billy lay right down again, turning so he was fully flat onto his warm bed sheets. He certainly loved when Tammy got like this, obviously a little more sexually aggressive then she usually was, still he realized his busty girlfriend had probably just bought a new massage oil she wanted to try on him…this was Tammy’s usual soft way of getting them both in the mood (not that Billy needed any inducement). Still, he wished just for once that Tammy would maybe introduce something a little kinkier into the bedroom like a sex toy, maybe fulfill those thoughts he had of a slightly dom girl taking him to task. Billy really had no complaints over the past six months but maybe just this once Tammy might…

                “SHALP PAP” the slapper said to the towel across Billy’s little ass.

                “Jesus,” he said, turning to face his girlfriend.

He was shocked to see Tammy holding what he knew to be a ‘slapper’ in her hand, the oh-so-effective implement of two short strips of leather joined one over the other in a wooden handle.

                “Take off the towel,” Tammy said and Billy gulped.

                “SHA PA PA.”

                “SHA PA PAT.”

                “Urm, ah.”

                “SHA PA APPA.”

                “Ah ee, Tammy, Tammeee.”

Barb sat at the service bar, the bell-boy Douglas not a foot from her wrangling glasses, while she listened to Tammy swat Billy for all he-or her-was worth. The last thing Barb had heard before the slaps started was Billy assuring her (through Tammy) that since Tammy and Barb had bought the slapper together the least he and Tammy could do was let Barb share in the sounds of the fun.

“I know a part of you wants to fight…” I said working my one hand between’s Riva’s cheeks, the other through her long curls. “…and a part of you hates yourself for wanting this so much.”

                Riva shuttered, looked back at me with that pretty blue –eyed gaze and a soft whisper of ‘yes’ escaped her thin lips. She then faced forward and pushed her ass back to the six-inch rubber cock I wore.

                “There’ll be no turning back,” I whispered, wriggling forward even more.

                As my crotch tickled my girlfriend’s silky ass, the quick heat rose through me as it had the many times we had been in this position. I steadied myself by sighing deep and pushing my big tits against Riva’s bare back. With more experienced lovers I had engaged in dildo-ing plenty, even receiving my share, but Riva’s ass was virgin. That thought, as well as the ten years between us, had me gritting my teeth as I lay into her freckled back hard and my pussy flooded even more at the other end of this strap-on.

                “Oh yah…” my girlfriend moaned as I circled the tip of my lubed finger into her hole and she lifted up on her right side.

                “Easy honey, easy,” I said, slowly working in and out of her puckered skin. “Easy, easy, easy.”

                “Oh God,” Riva huffed, and on the fourth retreat I popped my finger from Riva’s anus altogether and grabbed her left cheek hard.

                “We’ll just spread you a little more,” I said, releasing her hair.

I had to be firm here, impress upon Riva that I was in control, but at the same time not hurt her. My girlfriend had pleaded with me to go this extra step and I had waited, plying my time, until her desire nearly dripped from her pointy heavy breasts, pooled between her long legs. She had to want this, like she had never wanted anything in her life, since a good ass-fucking (and all I ever give is a good ass-fucking) would be like nothing she had ever felt, let alone dreamed.

        “This is your last chance…” I said, my hot breath tickling her neck. “…we can stop if you…”

                Actually, I doubted I could.

                “Na…” Riva started. “…I…no, I want…I want this. Please.”

                I held the rubber cock with one hand, feeding the front tip between Riva’s spread ass with the other. Her body was involuntarily stiffing as I thought she might, so I held firm, my left fingers clutching her cheek spread as I guided the dildo with my right through the tight cool canal. Up I climbed, my hips slowly humping, just on the edge of her pruned virgin place;

                “Okay,” I said and pushed forward. “It’s time.”

Riva smushed her face full into the pillow. Whether she was hiding her shame at an act she had once thought taboo but now desired, or whether she was muffling cries of slight pain, I didn’t know. God knew my first time many years ago with my ex Nancy I had felt pain; I just hoped the discomfort for Riva would be minimal.

        This really did get easier the more you did it.

        “Ah, Oh God De,” she moaned as I pushed deeper. I stopped enough to reposition my wet clit across the back of the fake six inches.

                “AH AH!” she screamed as I retreated the tip just inside her anus. “That, that’s…”

                “I know,” I said. “Going in is bad, but coming out can even be more intense.”

                Again I kissed her neck as I fell forward and up into her. I was suddenly aware of how hot I really was, not just horny and turned-on as I had been all during our night together: Riva flashing her long thighs under that tight black dress; those fat kisses in the car on the way to the office party; her strong hands squeezing my double D’s as we lay in the bath together; Riva looking up at me under her brown bangs and asking for the strap-on.

                “If it gets too much just tell me,” I said and with that I pushed up and in, lying so high I actually balanced my candy-colored mound on top of Riva’s quivering ass. I’d give ground if Riva really needed me to, but as this dildo was only six inches, and I was going as slow as I could, I was hoping she could at least take this without protest (God knew, if she got used to this, I’d want to get out my eight inch!)

                “Go… good-bye,” I whispered to no one in particular as I pushed once again to lie fully across Riva’s back.

        I had the distinct impression Riva and I’d become used to these position pretty well after tonight.

                 A DILDO? OH CHRIST JOELLLLLLLLLLL, Jesse held the single key on the third row as she pulled her pink thong an inch further down her thick thighs with her free hand.

                 YES, AND IT’S GONNA BE A THICK ONE, Joel’s words scrolled across her screen, I MEAN, LENGTH IS IMPORTANT, BUT I THINK THICKNESS IS WHAT REALLY COUNTS

ARE YOU SERIOUS!!? I’M NOT SURE I COULD TAKE THAT! I’M NOT EVEN REALLY SURE I’VE SEEN ONE UP CLOSE

TIME TO USE YOUR NEW PO BOX, I’LL OVERNIGHT IT TO YOU AFTER I BUY IT TOMORROW

         Jesse undulated her downy hips, tickling her index finger between her engorged lips. The towel she had put on her white leather chair was soaked; she looked down at her little tits and sighed at the pink nipples, aching to touch them if she could just get her hands off the keyboard or her clit.

         OK, OK. DESCRIBE IT MORE.

         She had the tip of her right index finger almost snaked into herself. For all she had played with Joel in the past three months, she knew he was deadly serious about sending her a dildo through the mail. And though the two twenty year olds had never met, hadn’t even exchanged pictures, when it came to kink, Jesse knew Joel was very experienced.

        JUST TELL ME, JOEL. DECSRIBE THE DILDO YOURE GONNA BUY FOR ME, she typed.

        Ten seconds…twenty…thirty. No reply.

Another ten…ten more: where the hell was he? Jesse was aching here. She needed to know more about what that fake cock was gonna look like, what kind and color he was going to buy her, the contours, shape; how it was going to feel. It would be so sweet to imagine the thing for a few days, then getting the package…

                Where was he!?

                “Joel,” she said to her silent screen.

                “Come on baby, where are you?” she continued, circling the tip of her finger, rubbing her ass against the coarseness of the towel to get her mind off of inserting.

                Another full minute and Jesse finally removed her hand, slid most of the way up her seat, closed her legs-squashing her thong in the process-wiped her fingers on the edge of the towel and poised her both hands over the keyboard.

                ‘Mother fucker’, she screamed in her mind. ‘I need more. Joel, tell me more.’

                “Tell me!” she growled at her still silent Dell.

                She sat there, her thick inner thighs quivering and watched-as if she had no control over it-her right hand dip to her keyboard. Only a whisper away and she’d have contact. Only one movement and she’d be sending a message. God-Damned Joel would know she was now too horny for the imagined fake cock to wait for his reply, and she had always waited, letting him lead their IM-ing.

                JOEL, she typed, as she circled her crotch.

                JOEL, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? she managed as her ass grabbed the towel.

                “PlEaSe”, she typed and said, to the empty room. “TeLlMeMoRe”

                Her small red and gray bedroom was swirling around her. It was too much! Jesse couldn’t stand it. Did she just go online and scare up a bunch of toy sites and pleasure herself to pictures of dildos? Would any of them suffice? She feared a Google search would lead her down a path of no return.

                No, she wanted Joel’s dildo, the one he was going to buy just for her. She wanted to know it, have him describe it, feel it in her mind’s eye.

                Fuck, where was he?

                Jesse plucked her hands from the keyboard, dipped her left into her lap, the right to her left breast. Pushing up, grabbing on; ticking in, sifting through; thrusting, cupping, opening and heaving the lanky girl pressed her ass deep, spread her legs, arched her back and re-read the very last words Joel had written.

        YES, AND IT’S GONNA BE A THICK ONE.

        I MEAN, LENGTH IS IMPORTANT, BUT I THINK THICKNESS IS WHAT REALLY COUNTS.

                “The tha…ikest…that…tha, tha…” Jesse said, fucking her hand and holding on to her sweaty breast.

                She came ten seconds later, biting her lip while looking down at her spread legs.

                It was a half hour later when her instant mailed chimed.

                DID YOU ENJOY IT? Joel typed.

                YOU BASTARD, Jesse managed. WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME LIKE THAT?

                YOU KNOW WHY

                Yes, Jesse did know why. Wanting something sometimes was more sinister as having. Was Joel ever even planning to send a dildo? Had it all just been a terrible tease?

                MAYBE IT’S TIME YOU GIVE ME YOUR PO BOX SO I CAN SEND….

                The words continued to scroll as Jesse turned from the screen, grabbed her jacket and shut out the bedroom light. Sufficiently satiated, her brain a’buzz with imaginings, possibilities and her plans for the night, Jesse knew that all things came to you in good time. And sometimes waiting for a thing, as she would wait for Joel’s dildo, made getting that thing all the sweeter.

        “I’ll give ya the address,” she said to her humming computer, knowing how _sweet_ it would now get for Joel. “But later, okay?”

        Jesse turned out her light and left her room.

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