Pussy Stretching

The package is here, and I open it with dread and anticipation.

My eyes widen as I stare at the 13.5-inch shiny black, ridged dildo in my hand. I raise and lower it, hmm, about five pounds. This would make a good dumbbell. I grip the middle, the thickest part. My fingers don’t meet. I know it isn’t going in my mouth no matter how much Sir wants it to.

“Oh, well. That’s okay,” he says when I send him a picture. “It’ll stretch that cunt, nicely.” My eyebrows rise as if they have a mind of their own. His ringtone cuts through my uncertain thoughts. Inhaling, I open the text. “Practice.”

No time like the present.

I clean it thoroughly and squirt lube onto the head of the dildo. Sliding my hand up and down, that familiar ache sets up in my mind and body. My pussy softens and plumps wet with anticipation. I’m such a slut for black cock. Plus, I want to make Sir happy.

The shaft, slick with lube, I stick the suction cup to the edge of the tub, straddle it, and push down. Limber and top-heavy it topples into the tub. Carpet covers the floor in the rest of the house. No luck there. Back in my bedroom, I sit on the side of the bed, grip the middle of the shaft, and push the head between my pussy lips. Not enough leverage.

I crawl into bed, plant my feet on the mattress about twelve inches apart, and push the head between my pussy lips. It’s barely in and I’m already stretched.

Sir’s voice resounds in my head. “Circle that hole, push it in, now take it out, put it in, deeper.” My pussy throbs, my juices mix with the lube as the head breaches my cunt.

An uncomfortable ache makes me pause. Inhaling and exhaling, I relax, focus on my clit the way Sir has taught me and how horny I am. Pressing my feet into the mattress, I pull it out and push harder. It sinks in another three inches. The walls of my pussy clench but still I don’t have enough to satisfy the hunger to be filled.

I pump it in and out, slow then fast. My juices coat the dildo, run down my ass, and cover the sheets. Pain shoots through my core as it sinks in another inch. Clamping my thighs around it, I tighten my pussy. It’s in far enough that the need for more fills me, but not enough to satisfy me. I rub my clit, hoping that will help. After five minutes, it’s evident, that it’s not going in further.

Pulling it out, I want to give myself an orgasm, but I know better. Sir says we’ll work on it together. Mmm. I can’t wait to try again.

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