I didn’t know there was a name for it, autoandrophilia, but I learned this week that my new girlfriend Brenda is aroused at the idea of being a man, or more specifically of having a penis. She generally wore clothes that could be described as masculine, or at least androgenous, like a black T-shirt and blue jeans. I caught her a few days ago stuffing a rolled-up pair of socks in her crotch while she was getting ready for our date. She seemed embarrassed when I brought attention to it, but later that evening I brought up the topic again. She explained her fascination with penises ever since she was pubescent. In the bedroom this fetish led to her paying extraordinary attention to my dick, often stroking it for hours. She seemed to enjoy edging me, but never denied me orgasms.
As our relationship developed w,e became more comfortable discussing sex, and we even once went on an impromptu shopping spree for sex toys. It was in the sex shop that Brenda’s fetish was revisited. I found her staring at a cabinet of packers, phallic objects to be worn in the front of pants or underwear to give the appearance of having a penis. I pretended to be shopping for vibrators to give her some space to explore what was clearly a subject that she found embarrassing. However, I joined her at the cabinet after she had been in front of it for at least fifteen minutes.
Looking over her shoulder, I whispered, “Do you want one?” She turned around with a somewhat relieved look on her face, as if she needed someone to give her permission to be kinky. “Yes, I do.” I told her she should get one then. Some of the packers were blobs without any detail, but Benda picked out one that had a large flaccid penis with a false scrotum and testicles. The clerk put the packer in a plain paper bag and Brenda discreetly left with her prize.
For the next two weeks it was clear that Brenda routinely wore the packer under her clothes, especially tight clothes that showed it off. When she thought no one was looking, she’d rub her bulge and look at her profile in mirrors. Once we went to a dinner party at a friend’s home. Untypical for her, Brenda wore a short white dress. I was apparent from the bulge that she was wearing the packer. Before we left the house, I asked to see it. She lifted her dress to expose her panties with the packer’s outline underneath. I said, “Sexy.” Brenda smiled. It was the first time I had indicated that I found her fetish attractive.
When we got home, I could tell we were both thinking about sex. Brenda was standing in the middle of the living room floor when she motioned for me to come to her. As I stood in front of her, she put her hands on my shoulder and lightly pushed down. She wanted me on my knees, and when I complied, she lifted her dress above her panties. She was still wearing the packer. On my knees in front of her, Brenda pulled me towards her crotch. She wanted me to worship her penis. It felt very weird, not at all my thing, but it was clearly turning Brenda on, so I stuck my tongue out and traced the silicone penis through her panties. As her panties became wet, in part from my saliva and I imagine also from her vagina, the panties became translucent, revealing my girlfriend’s penis.
Benda asked me to give her a few minutes in the bedroom, then she wanted me to join her. I did as she asked. She was standing in the middle of the floor, still dressed for the party. I suppose I was expecting her to be naked. She once more motioned for me to approach her. Once in front of her, she said, “Take your clothes off.” I did as she asked and stood in front of her naked with my clothes piled at my feet. She began rubbing something beneath her dress and finally showed me a huge strap-on. I didn’t even know she owned one, but I suppose it made sense. “Suck my cock.”, see demanded. Clearly this was an extension of the play in the living room. First, I licked her flaccid penis and now she wanted me to suck her give her a blowjob. This was clearly exciting to her, so I continued to play along.
The plastic phallus was realistic, with a glans and thick veins. I had never seen a strap-on up close, and I certainly never had a real dick in my mouth. Even though this seemed like a game, I found myself embarrassed as I kneeled naked before Brenda, who was still fully dressed. When she presented her cock to me, I hesitated before taking it in my mouth. She stepped forward and pressed the glans of the cock against my closed lips. When she did, I opened mouth and took as much of it in as I could, maybe one-quarter. The girth of the dildo spread my mouth out into a wide circle. Not satisfied with my performance, Brenda cocked her hips causing more of the cock to be forced into my throat. My gag reflexes kicked in and Brenda withdrew most of her cock before thrusting it forward again. Like this she fucked my mouth for about ten minutes. She seemed to delight in watching her cock disappear in my mouth.
My eyes were watering by the time Brenda finished using my mouth. I got up off my knees and tried to undress her, thinking to myself that I deserved a good fuck, but she brushed my hand away from her dress. Instead, she pushed me towards the bed onto my back. She wanted to make out. She wanted to be on top. She wanted to be dominant. She held my face and French-kissed me. I could feel her cock rub against my belly. Still kissing me, she reached down and pinched my left nipple, causing me to buck. She stopped kissing me, slid back onto my belly, pinning both of my arms underneath her legs, took both of my nipples between her index fingers and thumbs and started kneading them. They started to become numb, then she pinched and held both nipples, pulling them out slightly while increasing the pressure. I had never seen Brenda this aggressive, in or out of the bedroom. She gave one last squeeze, causing me to yelp, before she let go.
Brenda slid off to the side of me and lifted one of my hips to encourage me to turn over, then she slipped off the bed and pulled on both of my hips to bring me to my knees. She had placed me in the doggy position. She intended to fuck me. Taking a tube of lube from her nightstand, she held on to my flaccid penis and ball sack in her left hand while she penetrated me with her right. I felt her index finger go in without much resistance. She worked the lube in while twisting her hand back and forth. A second finger was inserted, and she began curling her two fingers into a ball, thereby stretching me out. Eventually, she put a third finger in. I had never had anyone play with my ass before, and certainly never had anything so large put in it. Brenda seemed intent to stretching me out more, probably gaging how stretched I would need to be accommodate her substantial cock. After getting a fourth finger in, she forced her thumb in between them, making a wedge that she used to stretch me even more. After what seemed like half an hour she had most of her hand in me, then came the cock.
Brenda did not penetrate me slowly. She did the slow work on the front end. She put all of her cock in me in one steady motion. One hand on each hip, she pulled her cock most of the way out before quickly ramming it back in using my hips for purchase. I let out a distinctly feminine squeal and she forced her cock back in. Again and again, she penetrated me and the sound came out of me each time. Although I couldn’t see her, I imagined Brenda was enjoying watching her cock in action. This is probably why she fucked me so long, what seemed like an hour, but was probably half that. About two-thirds through, she rolled me over and fucked me missionary. My legs were on her shoulders, and she stared into my eyes as she fucked me. She had a beatific smile on her face. When she was finished with me, we showered together and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning, Brenda dressed for work. I could tell she was wearing her packer. As I kissed her she guided my hand down to it. As I held her packer, she whispered, “Did you enjoy this last night?” I told her I did and she said, “Good, because I’m going to fuck you again when I get home.” She did fuck me that night, and every night that week.