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From: "Cri de coeur" <sometimes@aloss.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Bad Puppy, Chpt. 1 (F/m)
Date: Mon,  3 Mar 2003 07:10:05 -0500
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Bad Puppy (Chpt. 1)
by Cri de Coeur, copyright 2003, all rights reserved.

Melissa is in charge of our orgasms.  She always has been.  On our first
couple of dates she only let me think I was the one in control. I'd get a
little tongue; she'd allow some petting above the waist.  She knew I'd keep
calling back because she allowed us to go a bit further with each date.  I
guess she was making up her mind about me.  I'm smaller and not as rough as
the boys she was used to.

After two weeks and four dates she made up her mind.  I was excited, too.
On our last date, in a steamy romantic moment during the movie, she'd let me
put my hand all the way up her dress while I was kissing her neck.  She's
even put her head back with a small groan.  Then she'd trapped my hand
between her thighs and made me take it away.  But the progress was
encouraging.  She really seemed to enjoy it.  I was hoping she would let me
excite her enough the next time to loosen some of that iron control.

I planned our next date to take in some music-and alcohol -at a local pub.
They have high-backed booths along one wall with a reasonable amount of
privacy.  I figured a little lubrication might lead to a little stimulation
and then a little more lubrication, and then who knows?  Yeah, I was stylin'
..

So I was surprised and disappointed when she opened her front door.  She
wasn't wearing a very Saturday-night-ish outfit, or one that was going to
offer me much in the way of access, either. She had on a long gray knit
dress that covered practically everything up top and went all the way down
to her ankles.  The skirt had side slits, but only up to the knee.  Her
shoes were shiny black office pumps.  With a tiny handbag thrown over her
shoulder she looked ready to go out on a job interview.

Now don't get me wrong.  Mel is a tall, slender woman, athletic and a real
knockout.  She looked great in that dress, very "big lady."  I was impressed
and proud to be seen with her.  Just let down, is all, as we embraced and I
tasted her lipstick.  She didn't offer me any tongue, but she did put a hand
behind my head and ground her lips against mine very hard, a lot harder than
we usually did. She caught me off guard; I was winded and out of breath as
we came up for air.

That's when she grasped my jaw with one hand, looked me straight in the eye
and said: "I'm going to fuck you tonight.  Is that okay with you?"

That was the first time anybody had ever said anything like that to me.  She
held that grip on my jaw, too.  Her hand was surprisingly strong.  Her eyes
drilled mine.  Regardless of what I had planned or thought I wanted for that
evening, it was obvious that this wasn't any time for me to speak.  I was
just supposed to nod my head and gracefully acquiesce.

I nodded.  She smiled at me, a broad, self-confident smile.  The grip on my
jaw relaxed and turned into a gentle stroking of my cheek. I noticed, for
the first time, how we were almost exactly the same height.

"Well, that's settled," she said.  "Its getting late, we'd better be going."
She turned me around and almost pushed me out of her apartment.  She stayed
behind me all the way to my car.  As we arrived at the passenger door she
stood and waited, as she always did, for me to open it for her.  Then as I
was moving to get around toward the driver's side I heard a loud "whacking"
sound, even before I felt anything.  I spun around in amazement.  She had
given me a spank, a hard one, on my rear end!  I stood there, rubbing my
ass, looking at her partly hidden behind the open car door, not having a
clue what to say to her.  She just smiled back at me.

"Drive, big boy," she said. I drove.

At the pub she was at first indifferent to all of my advances.  I could
touch her on the shoulders or the neck, even casually brush her breast.  She
didn't seem to care, or even notice.  As I became more insistent she
shrugged me off.  Finally though, as I reached around and actually tried to
cup a breast she firmly grabbed my wrist removing my arm from behind her
back and in a sharp voice she said "NOT YET!"  A girl standing next to our
booth holding a large cup of beer in her hand must have overheard Mel
because she turned and looked at me in a condescending "bad puppy" kind of
way.

I put my head down in embarrassment, hands huddled together in my lap. I was
surprised a moment later as I felt Mel lightly stroke the outside of my
thigh.  Her breath tickled inside my ear and set my scalp on fire as she
murmured softly "I said not yet, big boy.  Don't be so depressed."  Then she
giggled. I looked into her eyes and felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude
and relief.

For the rest of the evening all I could think about was her calling me "big
boy."  It made me feel strange.  One minute I was proud that a knockout like
Mel would choose me to be her "big boy."  The next, the way that she said
it, it didn't make me feel very big at all.  Actually, it made me feel kind
of small.  And while I had never had any trouble in the performance
department before, I suddenly was having anxious thoughts about whether or
not I might be man enough for this demanding woman sitting so close to me.
Almost as if she were reading my thoughts she put an arm around me.  Then
she was definitely cupping *my* breast!  Do guys have breasts?  Well at that
moment I sure felt as though I did.  She gently kissed and nuzzled my neck
as she continued to cop her feel.  I realized that I was sporting a raging
hardon.  I could feel the front of my undershorts getting wet with precum.

I tried to turn, to face her, but evidently she was enjoying kissing my neck
too much.  "Just.... stay... still... for me," she urged intently.  I gave
up.  What she was doing was driving me crazy.  Her nibbling on my neck had
me constantly rolling my shoulders seeking relief.  Her caressing my breast
had me ready to explode, my thighs were squeezing together rhythmically to
the beat of the music.

I glanced up to see our waitress standing over us, watching.  The girl with
the beer had stopped looking at the band and was staring at us, too.  I don'
t know what sort of "drowning man" look they might have seen on my face, but
the waitress burst out laughing and said to Mel "Give it to him good, hon.
Make him beg for it."  She was grinning from ear to ear. The girl with the
beer gushed "He's adorable" as she put her cup to my lips to give me a sip.
And all the while Mel's hand kept up its dance across my chest as I squirmed
in my seat like a lap dancer at a Shriners' convention.  Suddenly my world
had become very small, and I was at the bottom of it.

We drove back to Mel's place in complete silence.  I was somewhere between
steamed, humiliated and crazy-stinking-insane with lust.  Plus more than a
little drunk.  It was a good thing Mel took away my keys and insisted on
driving us.  In addition to my own drinks, the girl with the beer wound up
feeding me all of her own pint, plus at least one other.  As things started
to get a bit wobbly I almost had the impression that she and Mel might have
known each other from somewhere.  And Mel kept kissing me and feeling me up
right through three band sets.  The next time I went to wear the pants I
wore that night I noticed a big stain in the front and had to take them to
the cleaners.

I was a raging bull when we finally got to Mel's apartment.  I was ready to
grab, throw and rip, in that or any other order that might come to mind.
But as I practically jumped on her the moment we were in the apartment she
easily deflected my clumsy advance, then turned her gorgeous back to me and
over her shoulder she said simply "Unzip me, please."

I reached out, a bit unsteadily, got hold of the zipper with a delicate
two-fingered chopstick grip and, with the exaggerated care of the seriously
inebriated, managed to get it all the way down its track in one long, slow
pull.  My hand rested on that heart-stopping place on a woman's body where
the ass just begins to swell outward toward you with all of its glorious
curves.  I could see the lacy top of her "special" panties peeking through
the "v" in the gray fabric.  And there was a puzzling something else there
besides.  I got a glimpse of a black woven stretchy band that seemed to be
arrayed about her hips, a garment too sturdy to be an ordinary, sexy
suspender belt for lady's stockings.

Mel was smiling at me over her shoulder, a radiant smile framed by the
rectangle of her dark pageboy-cut hair and full, bushy eyebrows.  She raised
up her arms as the gray knit dress folded and fell away towards her pumps
like water, as she turned to face me.  The smile of absolute welcome rose
from her lips like perfume, illuminating the green pools of her eyes.  And I
got my first full look at the 8" long purple plastic dildo hanging almost
straight downward from the place where her legs came together, held tightly
to her body by wide, stretchy black elastic straps.

The dazzle of Mel's welcoming smile faded into something a bit more like
kindness and understanding, with an order of compassion for me on the side.
My own face must have gone through an entire claymation animated short
subject.

"Mikey, silly boy, you look ready to fall down" she said.  "Here, I think
you would be much better off if you were a bit closer to the floor when that
happens.  You've had a lot to drink tonight, not to mention a few surprises.
I think you're doing very well, by the way. Here we go, now."  With that she
reached out her arms under my slack shoulders and as my legs folded
underneath me she literally lowered me to a kneeling pose on the floor.

Once again she grasped my chin, reaching down this time to tilt my head
upward so that we could look at one another.  Possibly the only situation
for me more horrible than looking down at her wearing that purple... thing
around her loins was to be kneeling there on the floor, eyeball to eyeball
with it, so to speak.  It was a translucent torpedo, very smooth, shaped
like an abstraction of a real penis with a thick tapered shaft topped by an
even thicker heart-shaped bulb for a head.  I found out later that they call
this type of plastic dildo a "jellie." It definitely had a jelly-like look.
 From my position on the floor it looked even more enormous than when Mel had
first dropped her dress.

As the initial shock started to wear off I was ready to try standing again,
but Mel quickly put a hand to the top of my head and pressed me back down.
She could see the obvious questions brimming over in my eyes.

"I know this must come as a big surprise to you," she began.  "This harness
fits me so comfortably and hardly shows at all under a long dress, no wonder
you didn't notice it when we were out tonight.  Or maybe you were too polite
to mention that it looked as though I had put on a little weight in the hips
lately," she laughed.  "You see, when it's like this, my cock hangs down
between my legs like a regular 'swinging dick.'  Since I'm a girl who's
lucky enough not to carry too much weight in her thighs I can wear it under
a dress and go about without anyone knowing, especially if its at night.  I
just love how it feels.  Even without what it does for me."

"What it does for you?" I muttered stupidly.  I felt like I was at a
ping-pong match, my eyes kept leaping back and forth between the loving look
on Mel's beautiful face and the terrifying purple monster in front of me.
It was significantly bigger than my own cock; and thicker too.  I couldn't
imagine what she wanted with that thing.

"It does wonderful things for me!," she exclaimed.  And I know it will for
you, too.  You see, it has another end that you can't see right now.  It's
about 3" long, and not as thick as your part, and its up inside me.  It's
been inside me all evening.  I can't begin to tell you how delicious it
feels.  You wouldn't believe how good it is when I walk around.  Your part
of the cock is as heavy as a piece of meat and swings a little underneath my
dress as I move.  And as your part swings on the outside, the other part
moves around, pressing against me, inside.  Its a fucking fantastic feeling.
I almost came just as we were walking back to the car from the club tonight.
Its almost better than actual sex, it can keep me wound up for hours.  I'm
so horney right now I could fuck a goat!  But you'll have to do." She
giggled and gave me another fabulous, and this time outright lecherous,
smile.

I made another brief effort to rise and met with the same resistance.  Again
I gave up, sitting back on my heels.  At least this put a little more
distance between me and "Barney," as I was starting to think of Mel's
overgrown purple part.

"Mel," I said, a few things beginning to come into focus for me, "what do
you mean by 'my part' of your... er, 'cock' there, and what exactly is all
this supposed to 'do for me' as you say?  What's happening here?  Please
Mel, did I do something bad, to offend you or to hurt you or something?  You
know I never would've..."

"Shhh," she said. "Hush, big boy."  With this she too knelt, and we were
face to face.  She took my head in both hands, then pulled me towards her,
smothering me in passionate kisses.  Her tongue was a snake on fire, her
lips were everywhere at once on my face.  Her hands stroked me and soothed
me .  She pulled us close together in a tight embrace.  I could taste the
musk and spice of her at the back of my throat.  Her breasts, crushed
against my chest that she had been relentlessly sensitizing all evening,
felt as though they had penetrated my hollow being.  Over and over again she
ran her hands across my back from my shoulders over my ass all the way down
the backs of my thighs.  It could have been the urgency of her caresses,
could have been the alcohol, could have been her musk, but I was simply
melting away.  Still on my knees, eyes closed, I felt hands on my belt
buckle, pulling down my zipper, cool air rushing across my ass and groin as
my balls swung free.  Followed immediately by the silken prison of her hand,
first so gently wrapped around my testicles, then as a warm, controlling
power surrounding the base of my rapidly thickening shaft.

After an eternity, when she had got me hard and pulsing and ready, she let
go of my penis, grabbed two big handfuls of my ass cheeks and suddenly and
violently jammed us together.  We ground against each other from collar bone
to thigh bone.  And my eyes snapped open as though I'd been shot.

My hot bulge pressing against her naked belly was matched-more than matched,
brutally over-matched-by an enormous hardness pressing right back at me.  I
jerked away from her and stared downward.  What had been a strange lurid and
inexplicable fruit simply dangling between Mel's shapely legs had grown just
as tumescent as I was.  It curved upward in a raging arc of phallic
strength, mocking my own erection by its size and its insistence and its...
power.  I couldn't believe it, this thing Mel had on could get hard!  What
the Hell was going on?

"Mel!" I almost shouted.  "Mel... what the...??"

"Shh, big boy, hush now.  Momma knows best, momma definitely definitely
knows best.  You're not going to believe how wonderful this is.  Watch, big
boy, watch and learn."

In Mel's right hand she held a short piece of black rubber tubing with a
black rubber squeeze bulb at one end.  On the other end, near where her
fingers gripped the tubing, protruded a small chromed metal fitting.  She
moved the fitting toward a lump about the size of a golf ball that I could
now see embedded in the underside of the dildo, right at the base, like a
single undersized testicle. An inflated channel curved upwards along the
underside of the "jellie" from the golf ball to just under the head of the
thing.  Apparently this dildo had an inflatable channel that could cause it
to become erect.  Mel could wear it under her dress and go out for an
evening's entertainment without anyone knowing, enjoying the wicked and
private sensations she felt as it moved around inside her.  Then she could
come home, strip her clothes off and in a wink pump the dildo up into a
powerful and irresistible penetrator.  I was stunned.  I was also beginning
to experience a genuine sense of panic about where the evening was
inevitably headed.

Her hand pushed the metal fitting through a small valve in the dildo's
"testicle."  Mel grasped the rubber ball end and gave it couple of good
squeezes.  Like magic her "cock" came to life, stiffening and curving upward
even more than before.  It looked practically set to burst.  In addition to
its length and girth, Mel's plastic penis appeared to have me beaten even in
matters of hardness and urgency.  I felt exhausted, and utterly defeated.

Mel pulled the inflator out of her "cock" (it truly was her cock, there was
no other way to think of it, now).  She wagged her member gaily at me, from
the base.  I saw a look pass over her face.  Plainly shaking "my part"
around on the outside was having an effect on her, producing arousing
sensations inside her.  I had the funny thought that it might feel to her
the way it does for a guy shaking his dick off after peeing.

I felt a hand grip my penis again, harder and more insistent than before.
This was a grip that wasn't going to let go until Mel was ready to let me
go.  We were still on the carpet of Mel's living room, within arm's reach of
her coffee table.  Mel moved to my side, grabbing a small jar off the table.

"You are not going to believe how good this feels," she whispered to me
hoarsely.  "Trust momma, trust me, big boy.  Momma knows best.  This is for
your own good, believe me.  But in case it matters to you-and I think it
does matter to you, you sweet, sweet darling man, momma's big, big boy-this
is very good for momma, too.  These straps are stretchy elastic, and as I do
you, the inside part pulls in and out of me at the same time.  In and out,
around and around, momma can't get enough.  C'mon, big boy, make momma
happy.  I told you I was gonna fuck you tonight.  Now its time.  And I can
see that my big boy is sooo ready."

At that we both looked down at my penis.  To my credit, I think, I was
almost as hard as she was.  Precum was oozing out of my pee hole, the big
vein was bulging.  I surely wanted something, my balls were ready to burst.
But this?

Mel didn't give me any time to think.  "Put your hands down on the floor,"
she commanded.  "Go ahead, its all right, momma's right here to make it all
right."

I bent forward, head down, weight on my hands.  Her grip tightened on my
cock.  I took a deep breath.  Then there was a lubricated finger tracing
smooth circles around my anus.  Around and around, arousing and chilling at
the same time.  Then the finger was inside me, up to the first joint.  It
felt heavenly.  Circling around and around, so smooth and frictionless.
Then the finger was in deeper.  The initial cool sensation was giving way to
a feeling of heat.  Some part of me that I hadn't even known existed was
clamping on Mel's finger.  But as she explored inside me the clamping gave
way to a wonderful fluttering sensation.  Suddenly there were two fingers
inside me.  I felt full.  Warm lubricant was dripping slowly out of my ass
onto my undershorts that were still around my thighs, at half-mast.  I
grunted and tried to push back against her fingers.

"Easy, big boy.  Easy, easy.  Open up, just relax, let the feelings carry
you.  You can take this, Mikey.  Momma's here, taking care of her big Mikey
boy.  You can do this, relax Mikey, relax."

Mel kept talking me down, occasionally squeezing my penis to give me a
little burst of pleasure as she continued probing inside me, lubricating and
opening me up.  Two fingers, then three fingers, deeper and deeper.  Mel had
circled around back behind me.  My eyes were closed, her soothing voice
seemed to reach me from the furthest corners of a far-away continent.  I was
practically in a trance, when I felt the head of her purple battering ram
pushing at my secret gate.  I groaned and lurched forward.  My hands were
still on the floor, but all my weight was now on my chest.  Mel was pushing,
stretching me, using me.

I was begging her to slow down, to stop, it hurt like hell.  But I made no
move to resist.  I had capitulated to Mel.  Resistance, as they say, was
futile.  She would push, then let up, and then push harder.  I heard her
grunt, like penetrating me was real work.  Then I heard her groan, like it
was worth it.  Grunt, groan, agony, grunt, groan-repeated over and over.

And then she was inside.  Mel had penetrated me.  My anus got the message
that the rest of me was sending and opened up completely.  I could feel the
last resistance melt away, the gate flung wide open.  Together with another
extraordinary sensation, a feeling that I have since learned to live for,
that Mel has succeeded in training me to, has changed me at some level I had
never known.  I felt as though Mel's cock was literally fucking inside of
mine.  That my poor penis-never to be the equal of hers, anyway-had somehow
turned itself inside out and become a vagina for Mel.  She was riding me.
Her strong right hand gripped my penis from the outside while her powerful
cock pummeled up and down inside the property she owned and held.  I was
entirely at Mel's inexhaustible mercy, my being fluttering like a sheet on a
clothesline in a hurricane.

Distantly I could hear Mel groaning, shouting and cursing.  I have since
learned to pay close attention to those sounds, and how I can make small
adjustments that make for greater and more prolonged pleasure for her.  I am
grateful to have learned things that please her.  But on that night it all
seemed to be happening miles away.

The tempo with which she was using me increased.  She was pounding all the
way down to the base of her mighty instrument, I could feel the "testicle"
bumping against the root between my sack and my anus.  She seemed to be
seeking the thrill of the pressure and the violence of those collisions. At
the end she was just plain battering me, I knew that I was being raped.  And
I knew that I would need some time to heal afterward, but that once I had
healed I would allow Mel to rape me again, if she still wanted to, valued me
enough to want to.

The shudder of her orgasm passed through her artificial cock into the center
of my soul.  After all the violence the sudden quiet was stunning.  Her hand
still wrapped around my dick.  Dimly I was aware that I hadn't come yet
myself, but although I was throbbing, my gratification also didn't seem to
matter nearly as much as Mel's orgasm.  I was so grateful to have been of
service to her, even simply as a thing to be used.  I collapsed and Mel
collapsed on top of me, still inside me. We lay on the carpet, drifting, for
eternity.

Mel came back from her dream place.  She was so kind and loving toward me.
She pulled out of me slowly, with the utmost gentleness.  She pulled my
pants and shorts completely off.  My rear opening and Mel's cock were
covered with my shit.  She bade me lie still, then went off to fetch towels
and warm water.  She finally removed the device that she had strapped onto
and into herself hours earlier, dropping it in a plastic tub to be cleaned
up later (that is my chore, after all it is my shit).

Mel first cleaned up my rear, then rolled me over and took me in her arms
with the greatest tenderness.  She said soothing things, as you would talk
to a hurt child, stroking my hair.  For a little while she held my head, put
my lips to her breast and allowed me to suckle.  We were both content.  My
erection had subsided, but she knew I hadn't found release.

After mothering me for the better part of an hour Mel straightened up and
positioned herself in the middle of the couch.  She indicated that I should
kneel again, this time between her legs, looking up at her.  I was stiff and
sore, but happy to oblige.

"Show me your penis, Mikey," Mel said.  I reached down and put a hand under
my limpness, offering it to here like a sacrifice.  "Its not so much, not
like mine, is it, big boy?" she asked quietly, with a light stress on the
word "big."

I glanced down.  I was face to face with Mel's vagina for the first time,
but I could still plainly picture her monster purple cock, dangling between
her legs, then springing upward from her loins like a raging stallion.  "No
Mel, I'm sorry," I said, "I can't compete with you.  Are you mad at me?
Could this" I said, jiggling my small package, "ever be enough for you?"

Mel smiled.  I was greatly relieved.  "I want you to look at my vagina,
Mikey.  Look closely.  Breathe in my private scent. A little while ago that
vagina was inside you, penetrating you, fucking the daylights out of you-and
you were loving every thrust of it.  Remember that, Mikey.  Look at me and
remember.  Don't look at my face now, or at my breasts, I know how much you
want my breasts.  Look only at my powerful vagina, Mikey, momma's big boy.
Look at me, imagine me inside you while you stroke yourself.  Touch
yourself, jerk that little clitoris of yours and come for me, big boy.  Show
me how you gratify yourself as part of our sex life together.  Give yourself
up to me, Mikey."

"I think I'm going to give you a new name," she added, "a pet name between
us. I am going to call you 'Shel,' short for Michelle.  You're 'Shel for me
now, right dear?"

I nodded, barely able to swallow.

"Okay 'Shel, do it.  Look at my vagina, feel me in you and touch yourself,
give yourself up.  Show me how much you love me.  Go ahead, its all right,
momma says its all right.  Just tell me when you're about to come."

So I knelt there in front of Melissa, groaning and jerking off and
remembering the unbelievable sensation of her inside of me, turning me
inside out.  When I was about to come I managed to blurt out some incoherent
thing or other and Mel who knows me better than I know myself understood.
She calmly reached out a cupped hand, allowing me to exhaust myself into it.
There were gobs and gobs, I had never been so stimulated in my whole life.

When I was done bucking and shuddering I felt the familiar hand under my
chin as Mel tilted my head up and looked lovingly into my eyes.  "Open wide
now, big boy," Mel said as she gently fed me my own cum.  I lapped her hand
and curled up around her leg, my face in her lap, inhaling the sweet vapor
of her womanhood.

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