Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

... how my pussy loosened, and the previously tighter fitting dildo was now effortlessly sinking into me all the way to the large, plastic balls.

This was so much better that stroking my decidedly average dick.

I had a sudden naughty thought to see if I could fuck myself with the biggest dildo. I went into the bathroom, and brought my lighted vanity mirror back to bed with me. I lay back down, spread my legs wide, and simply admired my vagina in the mirror's reflection. Carl had never been particular about the appearance of a vagina, but there was definitely a feeling of pleasant contentment as I closely regarded my pussy. My labia were tidy, and blossomed a bit, like petals of a flower near my clitoris. I watched as my fingers slipped back inside, this felt completely different from what stroking a fully engorged erection felt like. I moved a finger in tight circles along my swollen clit, and felt myself heating up, and my breath coming more unsteadily now. It felt wonderful, but I had no intention of rubbing myself to an orgasm. I hefted the large dildo, and began licking it, covering it with a glistening sheen of saliva, and then placed it against my opening, and told myself that I had nothing to worry about, that I was positive that I'd use the toy in the past.

As I pressed it forward, I felt considerable resistance, but the mirror's reflection clearly showed that the head was nearly inside of me. I spread my legs as far apart as I could, and inhaled, forcing myself ...

... to relax. I pressed again, and kept pressing. It felt too big, and then a moment later, my pussy gave way, and I felt the huge head pop inside of me.

It wasn't immediately pleasurable, so I left it where it was, and began rubbing my clit again. After a short while, I began pressing on the toy, and it moved slowly, deeper inside of me. When it was possibly ⅔'s inside of me, it bottomed out. It felt strange, the full feeling, burning a bit. At that moment, I decided I liked the medium-sized toy better, but I wasn't yet finished. As had happened before, the continued in and out motion gave my pussy the stimulation, or abuse, or whatever it was, that resulted in it more easily moving in and out of me. While it never moved as freely as the medium sized dildo had, this was creating more intense feelings, and I couldn't help but to feel like a slut, I briefly imagined this was the kind of dildo Gretchen almost certainly owned, and then I wondered if this WAS Gretchen's dildo. I stopped thinking, and returned to letting the pleasure wash over me. When I came it was a strange, slow, tortuous affair. I felt cheated that I needed to remember to keep fucking myself as I came on the huge toy. I'd have much rather had someone else fucking me with it, or maybe even better, to just have someone else fucking me.

I'd fuck Curt this weekend.

After I had recovered from my orgasm, I giggled like a crazy woman. I got out of bed, and brought the toys, and the mirror back into the bathroom, ...