Big Toy, Tiny Pussy, Endless Pleasure

The silicone felt cool against my skin as I unwrapped it, the helmeted tip gleaming under the dim light of my bedroom. This particular dildo, a hefty 6.5 inches long with realistic wrinkly balls and a fleshy pink-brown hue, had been a random impulse purchase from Amazon. Its suction cup attachment added another layer of intriguing possibilities, and I’d already experimented with it in the shower – a surprisingly stimulating experience. Tonight, though, I was determined to push the boundaries of my own pleasure, armed with my favorite vibrator and this impressive, life-sized substitute.

My workout had left me feeling particularly frisky, a familiar sensation that always coincided with the end of my period and the subsequent surge of sensitivity in my vaginal canal. I’d stripped down to my thong, the cool cotton clinging to my damp skin, and spent a few minutes rubbing over my mound, letting the blood flow and intensifying the anticipation. The sight of my glistening folds in the mirror, enhanced by the lingering moisture, sent shivers down my spine. A few weeks ago, my pussy had struggled to accommodate even a small tampon, but now, thanks to consistent stimulation and a growing understanding of my own anatomy, it felt surprisingly pliable and receptive.

Reaching for my vibrator, I began a slow, deliberate exploration, pressing it against my warm, swollen slit. The oval head slid in easily, and I moved it in and out, inching it deeper each time, savoring the sensation of it stretching my vaginal walls. I varied my angles, digging deep and focusing on different points, trying to pinpoint the exact location where pleasure resided. Simultaneously, I rubbed my clitoral hood, finding that the internal parts of the clitoris provided an even more intense experience than direct stimulation. It felt like a hidden treasure, a secret pleasure waiting to be unlocked.

The anticipation built with each movement, the heat intensifying until it became almost unbearable. It was time for the main event. Pulling out the vibrator, I watched as a beautiful, shimmering drip of cream oozed from its tip. Oh, how I loved that sight! Slipping it back in, I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand and allowing myself to be fully immersed in the sensation. The heavy weight of the dildo provided a grounding force, keeping it firmly in place as it slid deeper and deeper into my pussy.

I began by straddling the cock, my thighs locked together, and slowly worked my way up, feeling the muscles in my vaginal canal stretch and contract. The rhythmic thrusting was incredibly satisfying, but my knees quickly began to ache. Switching to a more comfortable position, I lay on my back, allowing my entire mound and crack to be smeared with my own juices. The sight of the cock thrusting into my swollen pussy, viewed from the front in the mirror, was undeniably hot.

Experimenting with a new angle, I positioned myself on my belly, facing away from the mirror, and strained to crane my neck, maintaining eye contact with the erotic view of my butt bouncing on the cock. It was a challenging maneuver, but the sensation was worth it. As I continued to ride the cock, my pleasure intensified, but my hand and arm grew increasingly fatigued.

Desperate for another round, I decided to try a different approach. Rolling onto my side, I allowed the dildo to take the lead, experiencing the sensation of being penetrated from behind. The cockhead brushing against the G-spot, coupled with the internal stimulation of my clitoris, created an overwhelming wave of pleasure. It was an intense, almost painful sensation, but one that left me breathless and completely satisfied.

Feeling the need for more, I stood up, my wet thighs clinging to the towel, and began to screw myself from various angles. The dildo, now streaked with my cream and glistening with my cum, felt strangely familiar, yet still exhilarating. However, the constant movement failed to provide the desired level of stimulation.

Returning to the floor, I lay on my back, my upper thighs slick with moisture, as the dildo continued its relentless assault. Spooning myself, with one hand reaching around to slide the cock in and out of my pussy from behind, became my go-to position. The combination of internal and external stimulation proved to be an effective way to reach orgasm quickly and intensely. Each thrust sent shivers through my body, culminating in a powerful, convulsive climax.

As the final wave of pleasure subsided, I let the dildo slip out, watching in awe as it glistened with my juices and globs of my cum. The intensity of the experience left me weak and breathless, unable to move for a few moments. Lying there, letting my breath return, I pictured myself in the arms of my future husband, both spent and exhausted from our passionate encounter. We’d be lying limp beside each other, laughing at the sheer pleasure we’d just experienced, and silently thanking whatever gods might be listening for another unforgettable night. It was a feeling of profound satisfaction, a testament to the power of pleasure and a hopeful sign for the future.

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