Cindy and I had been married for two years. I had just finished giving her an orgasm with my tongue when she said, “I wish I could come when we fuck. My friends tell me those internal orgasms are much deeper and longer.”
When we married I had very little experience. I wasn’t sure about Cindy’s past but she wouldn’t talk about it. In those early days I was clumsy and came quickly. But I soon learned how to bring her off with my fingers and tongue. But she never came during intercourse and I was determined to make it happen. I learned techniques online, mental tricks that enhanced male longevity– still no orgasms. I started wearing a very tight cock ring at the base of my penis. This enlarged my erection and improved my stamina–no orgasms. When I showered before sex I would masturbate. This too improved my longevity. I was good at it now. I would fuck for a long time, working up a good sweat. I’d always wanted to fuck her brains out and now I could. But Cindy would not cum.
She always came when I ate her pussy but I knew she was disappointed. It became the conventional wisdom of our sex life that she was incapable of internal, vaginal orgasms. Some women, I learned, just don’t, ever. Yet whenever I came inside Cindy she continued to grind against me, as if hoping for a miracle. It didn’t matter who was on top. When I finished she would continue humping until my limp dick fell out of her.
It was our second anniversary, a Saturday afternoon and we were naked in bed. We were getting ready to begin foreplay when she reached into a drawer and pulled out a shiny black vibrator. She said, “Meet Tyrone.”
I said, “Tyrone? Isn’t that racist?”
“No, of course not.”
“Well,” I said, “Isn’t Tyrone kind of a Black guy’s name?”
“That doesn’t make it racist. Let’s experiment. And don’t touch me anywhere, not even my clit. Just use Tyrone.”
I turned on the gadget. As soon as it touched the lips of her vagina she said, “Oh, oh my.” As I worked it inside her she said, “Oh…oh.” She wasn’t one to make noise during sex so we were already in new territory. I moved it in and out, round and round. Tyrone was clearly bringing her pleasure. As per instructions I was careful not to touch her. This was strictly Tyrone’s audition. Now she was wetter than she’d ever been. Then she began to coo like a songbird. She had never made these noises before. She moaned, whimpered, said oh-my-God. Suddenly she stiffened, shuddered, arched her back and came like gangbusters. The orgasm went on for a very long time.
When I began to remove the vibrator she said, “No no Tyrone, keep going.”
Tyrone kept going and delivered yet another long internal orgasm while she said, “Awwww, geeeeez!”. When I put Tyrone on the beside table she said, “Oh my God oh my God oh my God!”
The entire vibrator experience, listening to Cindy’s squeals of pleasure, her oh-my-Gods, had my erection in a desperate state. I wasn’t wearing my cock ring, hadn’t jerked off in the shower. I was dripping. But I knew what really had me on the brink of ejaculation– I was ashamed, humiliated.
Was humiliation supposed to be a turn on? Because I was shamed to the bone and ready to cum. But Tyrone was on the bench and I was at bat. She was drenched as she guided me into her so my swollen cock slipped easily inside. I thrust once, slowly, up to the hilt… and came. My orgasm was beautiful. I heard weird gagging noises escaping from me. But it was all over in a few seconds. I rolled over on my back and emitted a lengthy sigh.
She laughed and said, “Well, you must be exhausted after a fuck like that.”
I did not respond.
We lay quietly for a while until she said, “Oh my God. Tyrone was GREAT!”
In two years I had never been great. Yet Tyrone was great on his first day. Cindy, as it turned out, was perfectly capable of cumming with a cock inside her– just not mine.
It seemed unfair. It was true that I was bigger than Tyrone, longer and thicker. But Tyrone vibrated. And Tyrone would never cum and go soft. It rankled me. Yes I was happy for her, but the shame of it had me by the balls. I had worked hard, unsuccessfully, for two years to to do what Tyrone did in a couple of minutes.
Tyrone became a member of the family. It was always the three of us. We used him every time, and every time he worked like a charm. But as I used the instrument on her I knew very well that I was up next. I knew that I could never match the mighty Tyrone. Talk about a tough act to follow! And her squeaks and moans of pleasure continued to shame me.
You might think that being belittled and diminished would soften one’s dick. But the opposite happened. It gave me a strange sexual thrill and I became desperate, urgent for orgasm. My dripping dick would penetrate that pussy, my best friend, and cum instantly as I gurgled my orgasmic grunts.
Afterward she would say, “Now that’s what I call a quickie,” or, “I think you just broke your own record.”
It was a strange transformation in my sexuality. I got hard due to my own ineptness. I didn’t understand it but Cindy wasted no time. She pounced on my weakness. She exploited it and used me. Around the house she started calling me “boy,” knowing that it aroused me.
After a while we stopped fucking. Cindy couldn’t see the point. I was banned from her pussy. Only Tyrone was allowed inside. After the vibrator worked its magic I would receive a hand job. It was better in a way because I had a little more control when she touched me. Also, she became an expert with my anatomy. She learned the sweet spots, the trigger points on the underside of my erection. She feathered my balls, massaged my taint. Whenever she tickled my hole I moaned.
While fondling me she never failed to coax embarrassing noises from me. She laughed when I moaned. She knew of the changes in me, knew that certain caustic remarks moved me toward climax. She would make fun of my sexual prowess, or lack thereof. She would praise the size of my dick before reminding me that it was “good for nothing.” It was pathetic, but a remark like that could make me shoot buckets.
With each sexual encounter she became more dominant. Her ascendance, her triumph was written all over her face. As she rose and ascended, I became smaller and smaller. While stroking me she would call me “girly.” Sadly, my dick seemed to love it. Mocking and taunting me, I would ejaculate like crazy while she giggled.
I was angry about the unfairness of it. Tyrone was nothing but a little black buzzer. Where was the warm, long, thick shaft. Did he generate heat like I did? Where were the thick penis veins pulsing with blood. Where was the swollen red dome gleaming like a beacon? Where were those things? I’ll tell you: right here between my legs. Yet he, not I, was awarded the goods.
Moreover, the little dude had transformed me. As soon as I’d gotten good at sex he took it from me. As soon as I mastered the art of the patient, sustained erection he stripped me of it. Now, thanks to him, I was a fumbling, dick-dripping, premature-ejaculating child. I fucking hated him.
I had been thoroughly, irrevocably dick-shamed by a battery operated gadget. I was desperate to get back to our old sex life. Now that she experienced vaginal orgasms I reasoned that there would be muscle memory, wouldn’t there? Somewhere, in the lovely vault of her vagina, there was tissue, nerve endings, a g-spot that now knew how to spasm. If that little buzzer could do it so could my hefty erection.
One afternoon Cindy was fondling me expertly, holding the shaft gently in one hand while the fingers of her other hand softly tickled my hole. Tyrone had just given her three thunderous orgasms so she was in a a great mood.
I took the opportunity to bring up the subject. I said, “I wonder what would happen if we gave Tyrone a vacation. I wouldn’t mind another chance…”
“Forget it,” she barked. “What a stupid idea! We both know you can’t get me off. What are you thinking? Another chance? You had plenty of chances, two years worth and you never came close, not once.”
“I tried.”
“Look,” she said, “you were never any good at it. I can’t believe I put up with it for so long. It didn’t even feel good. All your clumsy thrusting and grunting. And what was up with all your girly moans and squeaks? But it’s no crime, girl. Everybody sucks at something. You just happen to suck at fucking.”
“But those times, oh…mmm, you know, with my tongue…”
“Shut up! You know it’s not the same. Anybody can make it happen that way. Truth be told you were sloppy and took forever.”
She was clearly enjoying this. She was cleverly, skillfully building my orgasm with her most powerful weapon: humiliation.
I said, “Oh, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
Saying this was a mistake. She immediately withdrew her hands in order to examine her fingernails. Of course this meant that it was time for me to beg. And I did. I groveled until she took pity on me.
She continued to push my buttons and control me mercilessly. I felt an orgasm building but it was always she who decided when and how it would take place. She was addicted to her power.
She ran a feathery fingernail up the underside of my cock and I said, “Oh…oh.”
“Listen,” I managed. “Now that you can have these orgasms, I think maybe I could…”
She pressed gently into my frenulum and I moaned.
“And I get all these orgasms how?”
I did not say anything.
As she feathered my hole again I gasped and she said, “Answer the question!”
I said, “The vibrator.”
“He has a name,” she said. “Say it! Fucking say it!”
She was tickling my taint delicately and I said, “Oh my God… oh, Tyrone. His name is Tyrone.”
“You bet your dick he’s Tyrone. And you were gonna make me cum how? With one of your famous three-second fucks? Girl, don’t make me laugh.”
Sadly, this sent bolt of pleasure into my dick.
She put fingers around the base of my erection and squeezed tightly. I said, “Oh that’s nice.”
She said, “Read my lips. You. Can’t. Get. Me. Off! More to the point,” squeezing my cock hard, “THIS can’t get me off.”
“It’s a fine specimen,” she said. “I’ll grant you that. Watch.” She pressed firmly into my taint and my cock leaped. It lengthened and thickened. Thick blue veins popped. The head swelled like a shiny red apple. It looked amazing.
“See?” she said, “Not bad at all. But you don’t know how to use it, do you? Fucking answer me!”
“Oh…oh… I guess not.”
“You guess? Listen to me. Inside me this cock is useless, fucking useless.”
That one was the real stinger, the coup de grace, expertly delivered. Suddenly a very familiar wave of shame flooded my body and surged up into my cock. Tears sprang from my eyes as hot jets of cum spurted into the air and dribbled down over my parts.
She laughed and said, “Aw, you poor, poor baby.”
* * * * *
It was about two years after the divorce that we encountered one another on a sidewalk outside a local bakery. After exchanging greetings I said, “I heard you got married.”
“I did,” she said, “to him.” She pointed through the bakery window at a tall handsome Black man.
I said, “Don’t tell me he’s…”
“No,” she laughed. “He’s not Tyrone. He’s James.”
“Well,” I said, “you look happy.”
She cocked her head in the direction of her husband, rolled her eyes and said, “Oh my God, you have no idea.”
I got instantly hard when she said this. It was an urgent, pounding erection. I couldn’t get home fast enough. I stripped naked, threw myself on the bed and began stroking with my right hand. I plunged the middle finger of my left hand into the lube and worked it up into my hole.
After a while I removed the finger because I only use it as a warm-up for the main event. I reached for my best friend Tyrone. That’s right, we kissed and made up. We were besties now. What’s more, he could fuck my brains out. I lubed up my buddy and he went right to work. Up, up he went, buzzing away, reaching for the magic gland. He must have been in a good mood because he wasn’t hurting me. Sometimes he gets frisky and hurts me. When he hit paydirt I howled with pleasure.
As I stroked I thought of Cindy and James fucking. In my mind James moved deliberately, slowly, confidently. He made not a sound as Cindy whimpered and moaned. After her long deep orgasms James allowed himself to finish.
Still stroking, my mind went back to the bakery sidewalk. I remembered a few choice words: Oh my God you have no idea. Suddenly my hole went ballistic. It grabbed Tyrone and squeezed him hard, again and again and again as if to say thank you, thank you, thank you. With my eyes closed I saw kaleidoscopic fireworks.
Afterward I lay panting and said, “Oh my God oh my God oh my God!”
