I just love dildos, vibrators and other sex toys; especially big, thick, long ones. Now don't get me wrong; I still have fun with real cocks, but there are times when I crave something larger. I get so aroused when my pussy is stuffed to the max because it sends me into multiple climaxes.
Last week, I was thumbing through the Adam and Eve Catalog trying to decide what to get my husband, John, for our anniversary. When I came to the page with toys on it, I saw this large, flesh-colored, realistic looking dildo. The description stated it was fifteen inches long, with a diameter of three. My eyes widened as my heartbeat raced, and my mouth and pussy drooled. It was exactly what I was looking for and I had to have it, so I ordered it. I figured why not, the toy would be a new challenge. Something I could surprise my husband with, after all, he loves to fuck me with toys.
I remembered the first toy he bought me. It was silver colored, eight inches long, with a diameter of two inches. When John turned it on, I blushed from head to toe, the darn thing buzzed so loud, I wondered if the kids could hear it. John assured me they could not, and began to show me what he could do with it. After a few minutes, I came harder than I ever did with my fingers, and nearly passed out. There's no doubt about it, following that night I was hooked, and began collecting sex toys.
That afternoon while John was at work, I lay naked on the bed masturbating. The more I thought about how I could use the toy, the further I became aroused. I ran one hand across my throbbing clit as the other caressed and rolled my left nipple. I closed my eyes, purring, as I pictured myself shoving the dildo deep inside my hot pussy. Oh my God, I thought, my clit would explode from the excitement.
I couldn't wait for it to arrive. I would hurry out to check the mail ahead of John. Nevertheless, when he asked, I made up excuses as to why I was in such a hurry. I recall the day it arrived. I nearly dropped the package and passed out from excitement. When John saw my reaction, he questioned me further, asking what was in the package. I lied, telling him it was a cookbook, and then ran into the bedroom.
I carefully hid the package, walked into the kitchen, and pretended to be busy with the breakfast dishes until John left for work.
After he left, I literally ran into the bedroom and tore open the box. Wow, I couldn't believe how big it was. Next, I gathered a large bath towel to protect the bed, as well as some lube. Following that, I stripped, lay spread-eagle on the bed, and lubed up the toy. My hands were trembling so much I could hardly hang onto it as I slowly guided it inside my wanting pussy. I just had to see how far in it would go.
At first, the dildo was so big I could only get the head inside of me. Although it was a bit annoying, I tried to push it in further, but to no avail. However, I loved the way it stretched my vaginal orifice.
It wasn't long until I was cumming like crazy, shrieking, "Oh fuck, this feels so damn good."
Afterward, calming down a bit, I examined myself. My labia was swollen, tender, and my hole was pulsating and dripping with so much juice, it dripped down my ass, saturating the towel I was lying on. I slid off the bed with wobbly legs, and made my way to tub.
After preparing a warm bath, I slid beneath its bubbles and thought about thing. It was then that I told myself, "I'll keep working on things until I can shove the whole toy inside me."
Every day I practiced moving the toy a little more inside me. However, by the end of the following week, I was still frustrated because I couldn't get but three inches of the dildo in.
Nevertheless, I soon became obsessed with trying, and I lost track of all time. That Friday, I was masturbating with the toy and didn't hear John come home from work.
That was until, all of a sudden, he coughed and shouted, "Oh my God, Deana! Where did you get that huge toy?"
I bit my tongue and jumped so hard that I nearly fell off the bed. With a quivering, breathless voice, I asked, "How long have you been standing there?"
A devilish grin crossed his face and he replied, "Long enough to know you love that toy."
He climbed onto the bed, kissed me hard, and asked, "Would you like some help with it, baby?"
I could feel his love for me radiate clean down to the center of my womanhood. I flashed him a sexy smile and squealed, "You know I do."
I then paused, bit my lip, frowned and said, "I was hoping to surprise you with this new toy on our anniversary. However, I think it might be a bit too big for my hole."
John's eyes twinkled and he laughed out loud, and then exclaimed, "Don't be silly doll. I think you just need a little help. After all, you know how I love to fuck you with toys. I've never told you this before, but I wanted to try one this size on you for quite awhile."
As John stripped, I thought of him fucking me with the massive toy. I quivered with excitement from head to toe.
He instructed me to lie back on the bed, positioned a pillow under my hips, and then he grabbed the lube. John licked his lips hungrily and suggested, "I'll start slow at first, because I need to help you to relax those cunt muscles."
I quivered when he poured a large amount of lube directly on my already drenched pussy. As he rubbed the liquid all over I asked, "Do I really need all of that, I'm already pretty wet?"
John smirked and suggested, "You need it, trust me, because this toy is pretty big."
As his right hand began to massage the muscles around my pussy, I began thinking of what was about to happen. I purred and started rocking my hips slowly. Slowly he entered my vagina with two, three, and then four fingers, gliding and flexing them. I could feel the muscles opening up; my clit throbbed as it swelled with excitement.