Can't Hold Back (2)
"Ugh."
Everything's ready, but there's still one thing that's not quite prepared yet. The most important part—my rear hole, about to take this dildo from here on out.
"Haaah..."
Lately, I've been doing anal masturbation pretty often... But every time, the act that ramps up my excitement the most is right this moment. Loosening up my hole with my own fingers. Probing the inner walls with my fingertips, stimulating them, getting just a little accustomed to the massive shock and pleasure that's coming. The act itself is so damn thrilling.
"Ehehe... ngh."
I'm getting so turned on, it feels so good. The number of fingers sliding in keeps increasing. First, one finger to loosen the entrance, slipping inside to open it up. Then two fingers to stretch it wider, teasing the inner walls to heighten that filthy mood even more.
"...Ngh. Hnnngh..."
Finally, I feel my rear hole completely relaxed, loose enough for three fingers. That sensation of it gradually stretching gives me this sinful thrill, like I'm doing something irreversible—and it just makes me hornier.
...I can't hold back anymore. That familiar sensation I've been feeling a lot lately washes over me again. Something tugging and heating up in my lower belly, paired with this aching emptiness somewhere deep inside. It's like my body is desperate for the dirty act itself, burning with need.
My arousal's already at its peak, and my hole—teased to the brink without any insertion or relief—is practically begging for something inside. Perfectly prepped to take the dildo, my hips buck involuntarily, inching toward it like a predator seeking prey.
One hand grabs the dildo, still slick and messy with my juices, and lines it up with my rear entrance.
"Ah..."
The moment it touches my rear hole, a gasp of anticipation slips out unbidden. I've noticed it before, but my body has this ravenous hunger for lewd acts. Every time I do this, even if some of the moans are deliberate, I don't hold back on letting them out—like I need to voice them.
Anyway, my hips don't stop. They swallow the dildo whole. It slides in slowly with a ridiculously wet, obscene sound.
"Haaah..."
Another moan spills out, laced with satisfaction and ecstasy. God, this feels too fucking good... I know I'm turning into more of a pervert every day, but that thought alone—the guilt of doing something naughty—fuels it. Isn't that the alpha and omega of anal masturbation?
"Urghhh..."
The dildo savors my inner walls bit by bit, thrusting deeper and deeper. My body responds with a natural pressure building inside. The foreign sensation of something filling me up. My sensitive spots squeezed tight, over and over. It's... so damn good...
I revel in the lewd, blissful feeling, working my hips hard.
"Ngh. Ngh. Ah."
Sometimes short and fast, deep inside.
"Hnnngh... Ugh. Haaah..."
Sometimes pulling out sloooowly, then slamming back in deep.
"Haa... haa..."
Sometimes steady rhythm, twisting my hips up and down to hit every angle.
The relentless motion heats me up even more. The constant stimulation, plus fingering my pussy with my other hand, builds toward climax—sometimes tipping into shallow orgasms.
But something's missing. The in-and-out sensation is exciting, lewd, and pleasurable, sure—but there's this absolute void, something essential lacking.
Lacking... I lift my head while still bent over, pounding away.
Gulp. Right in front of me looms a massive, erect dildo. I'm braced against the sink, shaking my ass furiously, and it's positioned right above me like it's about to mount me. Thick enough to cover a third of my face easily. Back when I was a guy, I'd never have dreamed of it—but now, after all my training, maybe I can give it a shot.
Screw it! Try first, think later. I'm in no state for self-control right now. It's just shoving something bigger inside me—and it's my body. Why hold back?
No long deliberation. Without stopping my hips' slow grind, I lift my head and take the huge dildo back into my mouth.
"Haab."
Third time today? Fourth? Doesn't matter. All that counts is wetting this thing nice and sloppy so I can ram it up my ass. I work my mouth and tongue furiously, driven by that single goal.
A long lick up the shaft. It slips out briefly, brushing my cheek, slick with saliva.
"Hmph. Mmph. Mmph..."
Back in my mouth, I bob my head fast, like someone's face-fucking me. Tongue never stops—slow on the head and shaft, then quick. Coating it evenly in spit.
"Puhah... hehe."
I spit out the thoroughly slobbered dildo and gulp down air. A slutty giggle escapes—makes me feel like such a loose woman. But hey, it turns me on. Imagining that monster churning my insides... my belly's already quivering. Sure, a twinge of fear about the size, but my lust crushes it flat.
"Ngh..."
I pull the pounding dildo from my ass. One last deep thrust, then yanking it out sloooowly—the scraping sensation inside is insane. Doing that with the big one... ugh. My guts might come out with it. But the pleasure would ravage me just as hard. Drool.
Snap out of it. Time for the real deal. Like comparing them side by side, I suction the massive dildo right next to the smaller one on the wall.
"...Ah."
Seeing it there reminds me—I forgot the condom. Didn't put one on. But it's already slick with spit, and prepping again would be...
"Ughhh..."
My body's too desperate to wait. I want it in. Right now. Shoving it deep, everywhere, relentlessly.
One hand on the dildo, the other spreading my hole. But the weight in my hand—heavier, more massive than before.
"Oh..."
The huge dildo's head presses against my rear entrance. Definitely bigger. It's thicker toward the base, but even the tip feels heavily different right away.
Time to insert. I tense my hips, push back, guide it with my hand—
"Ugh...!"
...Huh? I thrust back hard, but it won't go in. It's huge. I loosened it well, though? Trying again—then suddenly, pop, the head slips inside.
And "Oww!..." A tearing pain rips through my rear hole!
It hurts so bad, the pressure overwhelming. I can't take this. I yank it out immediately.
"Aaaah..."
Way worse than my first time—maybe double the pain. Even after pulling out quick, the entrance burns and stings like hell.
But... I'm not the same as before. Not about "growth" or whatever—it's my arousal level.
"Ughhh..."
It's different. Not like that first day when pain made me stop in fear. Now I'm so worked up, I can't stop.
Squeeze— "Ow. Hn..."
Just a little more. I'm getting that thing in, no matter what.
Shove— "Hnnngh...!"
Pain hits again. But I'm adjusting—the agony fades a bit, the massive pressure lingers around the entrance.
"Aa... ah."
Bit by bit, deeper. The slowly stretching girth squeezes my hole hard, delivering pain and pleasure. Bigger size means it asserts itself inside more than before... ngh. Spreading wider... hnnngh... It hurts. Burning hotter. Getting too tough to bear—one step back.
"Hnnngh...!"
A voice subtly different from the pain-dominated moans before. The pain's diminishing, little by little.
And that easing pain rebounds as pleasure, multiplied.
Again, pulling my hips back a bit farther than last time. The dildo pushes my walls ahead, pressing in deeper.
"Euuugh. Ugh."
Before I know it, my moans lean more toward pleasure than pain. And that's exactly how it feels.
It's so thick... so huge... so long. When it sinks in deep, then I pull back sloooowly?
"Haaaahng."
My honest body doesn't lie. The thick scrape along my insides, the overall pressure and release crashing together—both morph into pure ecstasy, stimulating me without mercy.
After that, shallow thrusts nonstop until my body adjusts.
"Ah. Hnnngh..."
In, out.
"Ugh. Ngh! Urghhh..."
In again, out.
For what feels like ages, back and forth—slowly, surely, and filthier, reshaping my rear hole.
And now... time for the next step.
Gulp.