Screw It (2)
"Ahhh..."
Right now, I'm crawling across the floor on all fours, staggering with three rotors taped to my body.
"Hng..."
Blinded by the craving for even more pleasure, I surrender to pure instinct and inch along the room floor. My knees ache from the pressure, but it's bearable. No bruises, at least.
A large cylindrical box catches my eye. Still on my knees, I open it right there.
The hefty weight of silicone greets my hand, and out pops the dildo.
"Haaah..."
It's nearly twice the size of the one I saw before, looming right in front of me. The insane length and girth, that tantalizing brown-black shade—it's got me hooked. The previous dildo felt naughty enough, but this one's so unmistakably huge that the excitement hits different. My lower belly tightens with that thrilling pull.
Part of me wants to shove this scorching-hot beast straight into my pussy and pound away...
"I'd probably rip in half, though?"
The realistic fear hits hard with a size like this—it's not easy to just go for it. My virgin-tight pussy already hurts just cramming in a couple fingers. Sticking something like this in? I'd die of pain.
But hey, a girl's got options.
"Hup."
Like, say, my mouth.
Unable to hold back, I clamp down on the glans. There might've been some hesitation at first, but now? Instinct's fully hijacked my brain.
Silicone taste and smell, sure, but the sensation filling my mouth feels amazing.
"Glrk."
The massive 4.5cm-thick glans forces my jaws wide. The rough shape presses against every bit of mucous membrane, stuffing my mouth full. I pull my tongue out from under it and lick the underside of the silicone glans.
Sliding my tongue back, I tease the tip—the spot that'd be the urethra on a real cock, perfectly molded. I obsessively lap at the slight indentation.
"Mmph. Pwah..."
Lost in sucking, I finally pull it out when I start gasping for air. Even breathing through my nose wasn't enough; oxygen floods in through my mouth. Tears well up in my eyes, tongue lolls out a bit. If I saw my face in the mirror right now, it'd be straight-up slutty—ahegao territory.
This time, I start with my tongue, savoring it slow.
"Blerrr."
My drool-slick tongue stretches out and touches the glans again. The tip's warmed by my mouth's heat, tingling against my taste buds.
"Mmm—ha."
I kiss it like a lover, lavishing attention. My tongue and lips trace the shaft, sliding from top to bottom, nice and slow. It gets absolutely drenched in spit.
Down at the base, my tongue hits a snag—
Thud. Matching-color balls molded right there. No hesitation; I plant soft kisses on them.
Then, plop—
"Ah..."
The rotor on my clit slips off from all the gushing pussy juice. Excitement nearly breaks for a split second, but my left hand—already busy on my pussy—snatches it up fast. I press the slick rotor back on, this time right at my entrance.
"Hnnng..."
Too big to shove inside just yet. My left hand works overtime, rubbing my pussy and clit to keep the fire raging.
And right back to it—
"Hup."
I engulf the dildo again. That silicone pressure stuffs my mouth full once more.
"Glub. Blrp."
A little deeper than before. Out, then in again. Like someone's fucking my face.
My right hand pumps furiously. Drool strings down, air whooshes in then cuts off, wet mucosal sounds echo raw. My tongue thrashes till it's bone-dry; my left hand grinds the rotor into my pussy. The ones on my nipples vibrate steadily, building that subtle-but-intensifying buzz.
"Hahk, mmph..."
The second the dildo slips free, my pussy throbs and a shrill moan escapes.
"Up. Glrp."
Back in it fills. Right hand goes wild, ravaging my mouth. Deeper now—thrusting toward my throat.
"Gehk. Gulk."
Reflex kicks in hard, of course. Gagging reflex surges, revulsion hits. But my merciless right hand doesn't stop, deepthroating it over and over. Like someone's grabbing my head and forcing it down.
Left hand speeds up on my pussy. Pleasure stacks higher, racing toward climax again.
"Grk. Mmp. Blub."
Right hand slows, deliberate. Building to the peak...
Now—
Shluuup—deep into my throat one final time.
"...!!"
With my throat totally blocked by the dildo, I let out muffled, wordless howls as orgasm crashes over me. Even more juice squirts out this time, soaking the floor for sure.
Right hand goes limp; the dildo slips from my mouth.
"Mmph. Pwaaah... haa..."
Breath and moans I'd held back explode out; I gulp air deep, over and over.
"Haa... haaah..."
Feels like every ounce of energy drained out. Back-to-back orgasms leave my nipples, pussy, and mouth throbbing with intense fatigue.
"Ahn."
The rotors still buzzing on my nipples keep tormenting me. Enough already. I carefully peel off the tape and rotors together.
"Ugh... I'm wiped..."
Two orgasms in a row is no joke. Sitting's tolerable, but standing? My legs would give out 100% and I'd collapse again.
Plop—I don't even have the strength to get up, so I just flop sideways onto the floor.
My thighs and legs soak up the spilled pussy juice, getting sticky and gross, but I lack the energy to move. Just a bit... just lie here a little. I'll clean up right after.
...And naturally, I sleep another three hours, waking at 1 p.m.
Yeah, that's me alright.
"Ehhh..."
Waking up, my eyes land on the total disaster of a room floor.
The gushed pussy juice has dried sticky on my skin and the floor. Some fresh bits still pool nearby.
Scattered around my collapsed form: the massive black dildo, drool nearly dried on it. Must've slipped from my hand and stood right up—suction cup at the base latched onto the floor.
Gonna have to wash you later, buddy.
Shifting my gaze, the rotors are strewn about too. Looking back, damn, I went all out.
And now... time to pay the piper for that wild ride.
Cleanup time.
"Looking at this floor... towels alone ain't gonna cut it."
My home's floor is more precious than my own body, so I tackle that first. Wipe the semi-dried juice with a towel, scrub the crusty stains with wet wipes. The thick, slutty girl-scent and traces slowly fade.
I clean my toys one by one with wipes too. Dildo can wait for a proper rinse later. Rotors first.
Batteries separate, obviously. Oh, and the remote rotor too. That thing's stimulation was surprisingly good. Wireless ones seem handy too.
Room's sorta tidy now—next, my body.
Dildo in one hand, I head to the bathroom.
"Whoa..."
Glancing in the mirror after a while, there's my post-orgy slutty self staring back. Thighs glisten with slick juice; red tape marks decorate my thighs and tits, drawing the eye. Hair's a tangled mess from floor-napping, but my beauty shines through anyway—kinda miraculous.
I roughed up my cheeks and lips, but no major marks. Still, it's got that perverse allure...
...Time to wash up. Cut the horny thoughts.
Shwaaa—hot water cascades over me, rinsing away the sticky grossness. Wet hair hangs straight down. Drying it later feels daunting already.
Didn't I just do this...?
I let the flow soothe me, lost in thought.
...Is this really okay? Didn't I just swear to hold back the other day? Today's mess proves I suck at that.
And it's not just today—keep this up, and it'll seriously mess with my plans going forward. Need to think this through more.
Shwaaa—still, the warm water feels great, so I savor it a little longer.