Exhibitionistic straight anal play leads to a hands-free orgasm.

We were at her house, and after a long cycle together we were going to take a shower. Now, to be clear, our relationship was strictly platonic but we were both dipping our toes in nudism and one of the reasons we were so close as friends was because we were very sexually open. I’d say she was attractive but not my type, and she’d probably say the same.

Anyways, it didn’t seem that weird that we’d take a shower together, so we went into the bathroom stripping down. By the time we got into her bathroom we were basically naked, and she turned on the water as I dropped my shorts and opened the drawer to get a fresh bottle of body wash, like Eliza had asked me too. In her drawer was a big-ish dildo, pyrex and about 8”, with a girthy shaft and a wide, butt-plug like tip with a pink swirl that made it slightly ribbed. I chuckled a little and stepped into the shower, thinking to ask her about it.

“Liza, who’s your hung friend in the drawer?”

Her face went bright red,

“Oh my god, you saw!?!?”

“Yea. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I just didn’t think you’d have something so big.”

She was blushing a lot. My curiosity was aroused, but to be honest the thought of her sitting on it didn’t do much for me.

“Well…. To be honest it’s a gift.”

“From?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“It’s an unusual gift. If I gave you that…”

“From my last fwb.”

“Jeanne?”

“Yea. She thought… well, you don’t need to know.”

“But I’m curious.”

“Look, we were exploring some things. She thought it would help me with them, and well, it did.”

“What kind of things?”

“None of your business.”

“I’m just curious, you don’t have to tell me. I just thought, well, from what you said about you and Rob, that piece might be a little bigger than you like.”

There I was wondering a little what she’d say, We’d never sized each other up but I knew I wasn’t that much smaller than her glass lover.

“Well, I don’t usually have to worry about bumping my cervix on that one.”

We’d been talking loudly over the cascade of water, taking turns soaping up and standing under the spray, but here her voice dropped a bit.

“He goes in my bum.” She almost whispered it.

“WHAT?” I couldn’t believe it. She had complained to me about anal plenty of times when discussing ex-lovers.

“Yea. Jeanne really pushed me, and I gave in. It’s quite a sensation.”

“With something that big, I’d think.”

“You could probably take it. You’ve had a boyfriend before.”

“A FWB. And he was all bottom.”

“Mmmm…. Well, you could certainly try.”

I didn’t think she was being serious, but there was something in her eye that said ‘maybe’.

“Something that big? No way. You know I have a few curiosities, but something so big….”

“That’s what I said. Jeanne bought me Him because the lovely woman at the sex shop recommended him as a big toy for a first time. Slides right in, honestly. The swirl around the tip is for boys, you’d probably spurt as soon as you got it in deep enough.”

“It has a name?”

“I call him Frédéric, and don’t dodge the suggestion. If you weren’t curious you wouldn’t be alternately prying and defensive.”

“I’m not, but there’s no way I could take something so big, and in front of you?”

“Well, look. I’m not trying to watch, but I know you masturbate and I know you’d try if you were left on your own with him. Why not now?”

“I don’t think….”

“Ian, don’t be hung up. We’re not prudes. You can go behind the screen in the other room and I can talk you through. It’s a friendly offer, nothing more.”

“I’m not ready for it.”

“Frédéric will slide right in. You can use the toilet, you shouldn’t need any more cleanup than that, I don’t, and if you really want I can leave the apartment. Jeanne said the sex shop mistress assured her men love him. With a pair of vibrating ben-was I had a very big orgasm.”

“Do you really think….”

“Yes. Look at you, you’re getting a little blood flow at the THOUGHT.” She gestured at the slight stir of my dick.

“So? It’s a very sexual conversation. Doesn’t mean I want it.”

“Look, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to poo, finish showering, and then you’re going to go behind my dressing screen and sit on Frédéric while I lounge on the couch and direct you.”

She wasn’t usually so insistent, and although we had once masturbated in the same room we had never done anything like this.

“Eliza..”

“No buts. Jeanne was firm with me, I’m being firm with you. Go on.”

“Go on?" “Poo. Then use the bidet.”

The look on her face was all business, but I was hesitant.

“Are you scared? You fucked Tess and your boytoy up the bum but you won’t try?”

“No, no, I’m just apprehensive. Weren’t you?”

“Yes, but you’ll be in complete control. I won’t even look.”

“Strictly advice? And don’t tell anyone?”

“Absolutely. Plus, you’d like it if I looked, you show-off.”

“Alright. Poo and clean up?”

“Yes.”

I got out, sat my damp ass on the toilet seat, and did as she said, cleaning up thoroughly on the bidet afterward. Then I got back in the shower.

“Okay, I did it.”

“You don’t feel like going again? Totally empty?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Cleaned up?”

“Yes. Completely.”

“Excellent. Next, sit back down on the bidet. There’s thick lube next to Frédéric. Rub around a little, until you feel your finger just pop in. If you’re still at it in 5 minutes start to push, like you just did on the toilet. Use as much lube as you need. When you can get two fingers in comfortably, come out. I’ll be waiting.”

She turned off the shower and left. I thought about that big glass shaft sliding into her slightly chubby ass, and new I could take it at least as well. Feeling determined I sat down and reached into the drawer. The lube was in pink bottle, marked sASSy. It was cold, and the cool thickness of it made my butthole and perineum tingle slightly. My left index finger made slow circles, working around the roughness of the contracted muscle and slowly opening me. After a few minutes my finger was in, drawing a flush to my face and swelling my cock. A few minutes later lube was spread across my crack and onto the backside of my balls, but I just couldn’t relax enough to let in my second finger. The precum dripping from my hard but not throbbing member indicated a willingness to keep going, but somehow the angle and nervousness wasn’t letting me keep going.

I walked out into the main room of Eliza’s studio. She was leaning back on the couch, legs uncrossed in a short silk robe. She gestured to the thick paper dressing screen.

“Everything is ready behind there. Take a look.”

Behind the screen was a full complement of equipment. Frédéric, another bottle of lube, a short (12 or 15 inch) stool, and a small cushion with a few dark spots on its red cover.

“The pillow has a few marks from lube and my cum, but it’s been cleaned, don’t worry.” Eliza said.

“Okay, I’m sure everything is fine there, but I can’t get two fingers in. It might be the angle on the bidet.”

“Well, you’ll have to get inventive. Try….. Putting the cushion on the stool, leaning back over it, legs spread.”

“Can’t you help?”

“No! This is all you. We might have masturbated together, and we might again, but we DO NOT have sex, and that’s what it would be if I touch you right now.”

“If I really can’t do it?”

“I’ll help, but from this side of the screen.”

Her tone and my inability to properly penetrate myself had killed the erection I was nursing when I stepped out of the bathroom. With a string of clear precum dangling from my flaccid member I stepped behind the screen and did as she said, taking a slightly ass-down, legs spread doggy position across the stool and cushion. My balls pressing firmly onto the soft fabric, it was time for another try.

This time was different, my first finger slid in up to the base, pushing the thick lube far into me. I drew back out to lube up more before trying both, the smell of anal sex faintly hitting me. This time my ass relaxed and let in both fingers, a slight push letting them enter and fill me. The fullest my ass had ever been, I moaned loudly and felt my erection stir.

“Better?” chuckled Eliza.

“MMHHMM” I groaned back. “How long do I need to take my fingers for?”

“Until you can slide them in and out comfortably. Do you need anything else?”

“Not just yet, but….”

“Yes?”

“Maybe a cock ring? I don’t want to go soft when it’s in.”

“When He’s in. And why does it matter? You still might have an orgasm, or shoot some cum.”

“I wasn’t planning to jerk off.”

“Then you don’t need to be hard. And it can happen hands-free.”

“Well, I like to be hard.”

“Makes you feel manly?”

“Yes, can I have the fucking cock ring?”

“Don’t be rude. I’ll go look for one if you want.”

“Please.”

She was rummaging in some drawers beside her bed, and my fingers were spreading my ass for Frédéric. By the time she flung the cock ring over I was tired of just my fingers. The ring, with a little lube, slid over my cock. The thick silicone and my precum glistened on my erect cock. Eliza was definitely listening intently as I moaned in reaction to the ring.

But it was time for Frédéric. I rested the base of the heavy glass member on the stool, lubing it up carefully. The viscous lube left thick flows of cool silicone gleaming as it ran down from the tip. Not wanting it to get to far I squatted over Frédéric and felt the glass slide partially into me. A huge moan shot out, and I’m sure the neighbors heard. Eliza giggled.

“What?”

“Is He in?”

“Just the tip. Thank you for warming it up.”

“Him” “Thanks for warming him up. Is it hard to take the swell of the tip?”

“No, just relax and go slow. When he hits your prostate….”

“I can imagine.”

I felt like a slut, with my balls gently resting against the large, hard shaft and my deflowered hole twitching around Frédéric just above the widest part of the tip. A little push let the whole tip push into my tight, hot bum and a wild, roaring moan of pleasure fell from my lips.

“That good? Well I’m glad but don’t piss off the neighbors.”

“Shut up!” I shot back, embarrassed. It was embarrassing for her to hear me like that. I felt slutty and a little emasculated sitting on the big fake cock that had unleashed her inner butt slutt and might open me up to mine.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Just enjoy Him. Do you feel filled?”

“Mmm not yet” I moaned. “I want to take more but I’m not opened up enough.”

“Just go slow. When you get to your prostate you’ll relax and open up.”

I leaned back a little further, and the tip pushed against my prostate, the slight ribs and girth putting an incredible, unsupportable pressure onto my masculine organ. An uncontrollable moan came out as a slow, steady stream of precum dribbled from the swollen tip of my cock. Without the ring my erection might have subsided, but instead it was almost throbbing, nearly matching the size of the piece in my ass.

“Fuck, Eliza, you were right!”

“Feels good?”

She shuffled slightly on the couch. The pressure in my ass was too much, I slid down slightly further, taking the tip past my prostate.

“Oh my god yes. You should see me right now.”

“I don’t want to. I’d be lying to say it doesn’t SOUND hot though.”

“Give me a little encouragement. Frédéric’s tip is just past my prostate. What now?”

“Well, ride him.”

“Until?”

“Until you’re satisfied or too sore. I like too sore.”

“That’s dirty.”

“So is sitting on my cock in the living room.”

She was right. I slid slightly further down on the thick glass cock, past the section already hot from my ass onto cooler material. My hole contracted slightly around the coldness. I paused, feeling full. It was going to be difficult to take it all.

“Do you usually take the whole length?”

“Oh yes. But not the first time. I don’t think you’ll be able to.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No, don’t hurt yourself. And stop getting distracted, you should be starting to work Him in and out.”

I was really horny. A powerful orgasmic feeling was welling up deeply inside of me. Not the usual cock-based orgasm, but one from deep inside, above my perineum but not quite in my ass. Precum ran out from my rock-hard cock as I took another half-inch. It sounded like Eliza’s hand might be stirring between her legs, but the fullness in my bum was too distracting to give it much thought. I needed to fuck the thick glass cock in my ass, and to do that I needed to change positions. It slowly pulled out as I eased off it, the thick tip caressing my prostate and spreading my anus oh so satisfyingly before it popped out.

I knelt, left hand cupping the wide, cool, base, and freshened up the sticky, viscous mix of lube and ass, dripping some precum onto the huge tip for good measure. Then, straddling it, my bum swallowed the tip, taking it quickly and deeply past my prostate. Frédéric had opened me. The moans got faster and louder as he began to enter more deeply and easily, each stroke sending spurt of pleasure across my white-hot prostate and ending with the bulbous tip tugging gently on the soft ring of my loosening hole.

“Having fun?” Eliza moaned breathily after a few minutes. I could hear her hand slicking across her wet cunt now.

“Yes. And by the sound of it so are you” I retorted before the stretching fullness off my ass took my speech. The orgasm was building, a huge one. I wondered if there would be an ejaculation to match. Some guys can cum hands-free, was I one?

“Just giving my clitty a few strokes. Boring to listen quietly.”

“I thought you weren’t interested.”

“I’m not.” She lied, her hand speeding up slightly.

A huge moan came out, and the clear precum that was now gently spurting with each stroke went cloudy. A white-hot pleasure was building between my full ass and tense cock. Incapable of keeping up the conversation I fucked the big piece deeply, taking nearly all of it with long, full strokes. On each one my tight ring slid from the base of the tip to where my hand gripped the wide base. My hips were starting to get tired from the ride, but the orgasm was spurring me on.

“ELIZA, OH GOD! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

Hot white cum shot out, huge sticky ropes flying across the floor in front of me. Incapable of continuing the ride, I fucked myself vigorously as waves of loud ecstasy crashed over me. Huge drips of cum slid down my shaft, across the cock ring and onto my tightened sack, the big dildo massaging my prostate, keeping the orgasm going for an internity, waves of hot pleasure alternating with spasms that sent molten hot cum in thick streams from my throbbing tip. Still cumming myself profusely I heard Eliza moan softly. She was having an orgasm just listening to me, although no doubt she could see my silhouette through the thick paper of the dressing screen.

“That was just too hot, I came a little listening. You’re not done though, you have to clean up. Without letting Frédéric out of you.”

Still a moaning pile of pleasure, her words didn’t register. Sprawled behind the screen I slid the cock ring off, feeling another spurt of my life’s biggest, most satisfying cumshot release. And all without even touching my cock. All I knew in that moment was that I would ride her big anal toy again.