Rubber Fucker

I was 19 or twenty. I wasn’t old enough yet to drink legally, but I had a drinking problem that lead me to the threshold of blackout or better on a daily basis. I was living with my girlfriend at the time, although we spent little time together because she was a bitch. I say she was a bitch because she had a problem with my drinking, my drug use, my theft of her money, and my wanting desires in the sexual arena.

I blossomed late for a guy I think. I lost my virginity at 17, and this girlfriend was only the second woman I had ever slept with. I didn’t know much about sex until I got a computer with the internet. Back in those days, everything was dial-up, but porn had been going strong for decades and I had found what I was looking for sexually, every time I clicked A.O.L. It didn’t take long before I wanted to take what I had learned on the internet into the bedroom. Needless to say, it didn’t go well. I needed to change things up.

One night while I was high on crack, alcohol, and whippits (NITROUS OXIDE), I decided to steal my girlfriend’s car and go to Sex World to buy a girlfriend that would do anything I wanted her to do. I wandered around the store for maybe an hour, perusing the various rubber phalluses and stationary lower-torsos. They came in every color and size. I knew very little about what I was looking for, but I started to see boxes with pictures of some of the porn stars I had seen, and those boxes had very provocative language and suggestions for where I could put my penis. I was drawn to one in specific, and I took the box down and looked it over.

Her mouth was open: agape, as if she were surprised by what I was thinking about doing to her. Her body was inflatable. Packaged separately but still visible outside the package was a “lifelike” vagina and anus tube. If you don’t know what that is, let me explain: It’s a tube with a rubber vagina on one side, and an anus on the other, also rubber. It claimed that the anus was extra tight, so I was sold.

 I went up to the counter where I thought I might be embarrassed but just ahead of me in line was an obese black man purchasing a thin white rubber dick from an indifferent cashier. When my turn came he didn’t even look at me or I.D. me for my re-up of whippits. I made my way back home.

I arrived to the dark apartment as I had left it. The girlfriend was fast asleep like most people are at 4am. I inflated my new girlfriend, and inserted the love tube, and I watched a little porn for inspiration. If you’ve never had sex with an inanimate object, you are not missing out on anything. I inserted my penis in the front half and stared down at her while she looked up with wanting dead eyes, and an inviting mouth with no teeth. She didn’t move at all; she just stared at me as I thrusted away. I wondered if i would have been just as gratified fucking a lamp.

  I peered into the empty void and wasn’t feeling anything back, so I decided to flip her around. The back of her was even less gratifying than the front. The anus wasn’t any tighter, and her plastic hair smelled like, well, plastic. I was really turned off, but I needed to cum. So, I decided to take out the love tube and jerk myself off with it. As I turned her over, a seam ripped because my knee was on her flimsy leg, and all of my breath came rushing out. I was now kneeling on top of a lifeless, airless, floppy body. This was no excuse to stop, I was never a quitter.

In porn, the culmination of the act is called the “money shot.” I have been fascinated with the act of ejaculating on a woman’s face since the first time I saw it in porn when I was 13. I had never done it before, and I was dead-set on fulfilling that fantasy on my new lady-mate that night. So, I picked her up by her head and carried her over to the couch where I set her gently (because I’m a gentleman) on the armrest, while the rest of her cascaded gently down the side and over the cushion and onto the floor where her feet lay in a collapsed, tangled mess.

Already holding the rubber vagina in my hand, I inserted myself inside and violently jerked myself off. The best part of a love tube is that it is both an entrance and an exit, so when I came to orgasm, I spewed my cum in copious amounts all over her waiting mouth and face through the other end, and felt my body flush with release. And that is when my actual girlfriend opened the bedroom door in direct sight of me and gasped in terror. She locked eyes with my new lover then made a straight line for the bathroom door, and I cleaned up everything I could, as quickly as possible.

She went back to bed, and we never spoke of the incident. We never had sex again, and the relationship was over within months as that would have been the natural progression with my habits as they were anyhow. But we both know what she saw that night. I have never told anybody that story until now.

My life as an addict and alcoholic is riddled with stories like these, and I am happy there is finally a place for people like me to vent.

Steve