I came, I squirted, it conquered.
I wanted something a little longer, a little bigger, a little more. . .
a little more kinky. . .
a little more hefty. . .
a little more powerful. . .
a little more challenging to ride.
What I got was more than I bargained for.
Yet I wasn’t disappointed. I was relieved that I didn’t go for something larger.
What I got was more than enough to keep me busy trying to master masturbating with it.
I had often wondered what I could take. What are my boundaries? What are my limits? I wanted to put myself to the test — see just how far I’d get.
When Remus arrived, the weight of the box was intimidating — like a leaden brick had been posted. Luckily it was shipped in a non-descript box that doesn’t draw attention to itself announcing to the mailman and the neighbors — WARNING! GIANT DILDO INSIDE! WEAPON’S GRADE! DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! ONLY TO BE USED BY EXPERIENCED NYMPHOMANIACS!
Unwrapping the much anticipated present, I was pleased to find that it was wrapped in a cute rainbow colored carrying tote. But when I opened up the deceptive cloak, I almost jumped at the prospect of what it contained.
Picking it up, I felt like I was at the gym lifting a barbell. It must weigh around three or four pounds. It has a suction cup bottom and a large, daunting, intimidating head.
There was no way this was going to be a dry-run test drive. Oh no. I would have to wait for the very right moment to give this baby a ride. Until then it was to stand, patiently — though it looked mighty eager — next to the bed.
I didn’t have to wait too long. My older man was unusually affectionate one night — kissing the cozy spot below my ear and above my shoulder. Caressing me with his fingers all over. And slapping me with his cock on my cheek, like I like it. Then he slid down my torso, teasing and nibbling here and there, until his manhood was slapping my flush sweet lips. I was very eager for him and I turned over on my tum and told him to mount me while I looked over at the great big pillar on my bedside table silently waiting and almost towering over me. I thought about it and then thought about H.H. behind me. I looked in front at that massive, sculpted piece and felt behind me the comfortable seven inches. I was game.
I squirted just as H.H. came and I could feel my thighs clutch him as he pulsated and swelled inside me.
I turned on my back and grabbed my Hitachi from under the bed. Placing it between my legs, I felt it gently sending reverberations from my clit all through my body — down to my toes, up to the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
I squirted again, this time without any impediment, soaking my legs.
“Now, Daddy,” I said to H.H.
“I’m going to need your help,” I said as I spread my legs just as far as they would go, using my fingers to help guide that giant tip into me. I knew that if I could just get past the first hurdle, I’d be fine. But it wasn’t easy — even for me. I won’t deny it; it hurt. It was painful, just at first. But then, once it was in, I found myself asking H.H. to push it further. I felt it fill me up — completely! H.H. had almost half its length in me and half in his hands and I said, “There! Just keep it there. Hold it!”
He was very careful to do just as I said and then I rubbed my clit just a bit with my finger and moved my hips slightly up and down and WOW! I came on that cock like no other. It took a lot of effort to get it there, but when it brought me there, it was like I was in heaven — filled in a way that I’ve never been before.
The only down side, after I came and H.H. pulled Remus out, he was hard again and when he went in me I told him, “I can’t even feel you.”
“I’m as hard as I was before,” he said.
“How do I feel?” I asked.
“Wet and. . . and loose.”
“Do you like, Daddy?”
“I love it. I love you,” he said.
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]