Dildo and Futanari
Beep-beep-beep. I rub my eyes in time with the alarm and sit up from under the covers.
It's seven in the morning. My personal rule for weekends with no shift is to sleep in lazily until well past lunch, but this time was different—because today, I'm planning to go out and about wearing the clothes I ordered.
I turn my head and look at the several hefty packages. They arrived last night, but of all days, the shop happened to be slammed with customers at my part-time job, and I was too worn out to even think about opening them. Hugging my racing heart, I tear into the boxes, and there they are—the things I've been longing for all this time.
"That woke me right up."
And I wasn't just saying that. A white t-shirt with a pair of jeans, a flowy blouse with a short black skirt, three pairs of socks and a pair of sneakers, plus black underwear and a few more light, easy outfits. The kind of clothes I'd beg a girlfriend to wear for me, if I ever had one.
I didn't order any makeup—no point buying it when I don't even know how to put it on. Honestly, I probably don't even need the stuff, do I? I never felt any particular need for it anyway. Bare-faced, I'd still be far prettier than the other women with theirs done, so why waste time getting all made up?
Carefully folding the unwrapped clothes, I set them on my desk and open the rest of the packages. A bundle of hair ties, a flat iron, a small handbag, an assemble-it-yourself full-length mirror, and… a dildo.
Alright, time to be honest with myself. Since that first day's clit play, I'd mostly been getting off with my fingers or a pencil. It definitely felt good, but something always felt lacking. I'd be right on the edge—just a little more and I'd come—but right before climax, my body would go limp on me every time. To fix the problem, I figured I needed to stimulate somewhere deep inside, not just the entrance. And for that, I needed a dildo.
I hurry out of my clothes and put on the suit. After wearing it so many times, I've more or less adapted to that peculiar tickle and tightness. Leaning the full-length mirror against a corner of the room, I sit down on the floor facing it, dildo in one hand.
The dildo is about twelve inches long. Obviously, I'm not planning to take all of it. This is my first time doing penetration properly, so six inches or so ought to be plenty, right? No—eight?
Clutching my pounding chest, I slowly bring the dildo to my pussy. I set the head right at the entrance and begin to push, carefully.
"Hnn…"
Maybe because it's thick, it won't slide in easily. I can feel my entrance gradually stretching open with a wet, sticky give, but it won't go any deeper, and the frustration is maddening. I can feel my insides flinching, begging me to hurry up and give it a cock, while the dildo just flounders at the gates of my pussy.
Should I try pushing a little harder? I apply the force slowly. A little more, just a little more, the tiniest little bit more… ah, oops♡
"Hyaahk♡"
In an instant, half the dildo plunges into my depths. As if it had been waiting for this exact moment, my inner walls writhe and cling to it, slowly beginning to squeeze down. With a cute little pop, my juices come bubbling out.
"Nn… ngh, can't… breathe♡"
I never imagined it would be like this. It's on a whole different plane from fingering myself with fingers or a pencil, teasing nothing but the entrance. If clit play makes the inside of my body tingle and spark, dildo play reaches far deeper—it makes my womb sink down and settle into place.
"Let me just, pull it out a little… hyaang♡?"
The pleasure exceeded my expectations, and I hurried to pull the dildo back out. I shouldn't have. What happens when you pull in the opposite direction while your pussy is clamped down tight around it? The answer: my inner walls get dragged inward with a long, sucking pull. The shudder of feeling it in reverse makes my stomach quietly clench.
"Haa… haah, hnnhaah…"
Stuck—neither out nor in. The phrase fits this moment perfectly. With my brain half-melted, I deliberate for a little while longer before finally giving up on thinking altogether. I resolve to finish this one fast, and to be much more careful with my masturbation from now on.
I push the dildo back into my slick, clinging depths. A wet shlup reverberates from deep in my belly. I twist it little by little inside me, draw it back, then drive it forward again. My inner muscles clench as if determined not to lose their hold on the dildo they've caught, setting my whole body ablaze.
"Nngh, haah… nngh♡"
My hand moves faster and faster. Through my blurring vision, I see the dildo drenched through with my juices. Let's see, how much is in me right now? Roughly eight… no, ten inches? Whoa, so I could take this much? Or is it because it's leather?
According to what they taught in sex ed, length doesn't matter all that much for pleasure during sex—even an average or below-average cock can give a woman plenty if it works her G-spot. I'm pretty sure that's a lie. A small cock can't beat a big one—it'll never get to know this feeling of stabbing deep, deep inside a pussy♡
Keeping up the motion of my hand, I slowly shift positions. Sitting on the floor with my legs spread, I lift my body slightly, press my thighs flat against the ground, and fold my legs back behind me. Yes—the rider position. The dildo is about four inches in right now. As I slowly relax my lower body, it sinks deeper into me with a wet, squelching sound.
"Ahn, this position's… not bad, eitherrr♡"
I anchor the base of the dildo against the floor, bend forward, and plant both hands on the ground. From there, I rock my hips to work it into my pussy. Going down, gravity pulls it deep inside with a soft, sinking plunge; coming up, I clench hard and move forcefully, so the depth lingers with a sweet afterglow. My hips swing up and down with a wet slapping sound.
"Just a little more, just a little more… nnh, and I think I'll come♡"
The pleasure begins to climb. My hips move faster and faster, and the dildo digs a little deeper each time. Just as my pussy is about to go on strike with a "no more," the trembling arms propping up my upper body finally give out.
"Huh?"
I jerk my torso up to keep my face from smacking into the floor. My hips drop in turn, my thighs press fully flat against the ground—and at the same instant, the tip of the dildo slams into the deepest part of me. Oh, this is… nnh♡
"Hnn… nngh♡ haahn, ah, hyaang…♡"
All twelve inches of it were inside me. A huge moan fills the entire room, my back arching so deep that the opposite wall comes into view.
"Haa… ha… haah…. nngh♡"
Before long the dildo comes loose, and my whole body topples backward. Feeling the damp warmth of my juices trickling from my pussy spread across my back, I cup my breasts in both hands.
"That felt… so, so good♡"
With a cute little mmnh♡, the dildo slips free of my pussy. It was only a few days ago that I got asked—with a sigh—to please not be so loud. How am I supposed to explain myself this time? I tried desperately to hold it in, but some things just can't be helped.
My ragged breathing refuses to settle. I'd clearly come already, but if anything, the lust was burning through my whole body instead. The moment I move to slide the dildo back in, a different kind of play suddenly comes to mind. No idea whether it'll work or not… but no harm in trying, right?
I unzip all the way down and pull my upper body out of the suit. From there, I reach into my lower half—wedging my hand between the leather and my skin to open a gap. Like picturing someone tugging open the front of my pants. So that looking down from above, you could see the panties inside my pants.
Then, with my other hand, I take hold of my cock and, lining it up with the pussy's hole, gently ease it outward. Every time the head and shaft brush the rim of the hole, my toes jolt. Once my cock is out, the last step is to settle the suit's lower half back where it belongs, and…
"Mmnh♡"
A bizarre sight unfolds before my eyes: jutting from a woman's lower body, straight out of her pussy, a cock. And it isn't only the sight—the sensation arrives at the same time. The orgasm from taking the dildo into my pussy moments ago lives alongside the satisfying tightness gripping the base of my shaft. I hurriedly pull the suit's top back on and turn to face the mirror.
A beauty sporting an eight-inch cock was standing before me. A woman with a man's genitals bared to the open air—the rush of witnessing something that shouldn't exist brings an even greater high than the first time I put on the suit. It hasn't even been that long since I came, but my womb's already twitching again♡
I take my cock in hand and pump it. Every time my fingers glide along the shaft, my pussy flutters in sympathy. It's not exactly vigorous movement, but the feeling of my inner walls being lightly scraped with every stroke is more than enough to make moans spill from my lips.
"Nn, aah♡ hahk… nnh…"
I bend my legs a little and lean my hips and face forward. My dazed face burns red, drool runs in a thin line from the corner of my mouth, and my right hand never stops sliding down my cock.
"Does my hand feel good? If it's for you, aah♡ I can do even naughtier things♡"
I try talking as if someone else is jacking me off. Dangerous—even knowing full well it's an act, it genuinely feels like a woman is touching my cock. I lower my head and look down at it. A pale, slender hand was diligently caressing a cock far too big for it.
Stroking the shaft, I stretch out my index finger to gently trace the head, then form a small ring with my thumb and finger just beneath it and press down firmly. Somewhat clumsy, yet overflowing with lewdness—a gesture that stirs a craving to conquer that a man's hand could never summon.
While the front of my cock is being teased by a woman's hand, the base of the shaft is being squeezed by a pussy. I can feel the end of the root pressing into the folds of my inner walls. The twitching of those muscles, smacking wetly against me as if demanding I hand over my cum, makes precum ooze in a long, lazy thread from the tip.
"Hnnh, haah… haak, haang♡"
The wet, slurping sounds grow louder and louder. The juices streaming out between my cock and my pussy scatter in every direction with the rhythm of my hand. One drop, two drops—the mirror slowly begins to mist with wetness. The climax creeps closer. My cock jerks as if it might spill over at any second, and the grip of my pussy tightens to match. At last the pressure inside me pushes past anything my cock can withstand, and with the feeling of cum pooling at the very tip of my head, my second orgasm crashes over me.
"Hnn, nnngh♡ nnah♡"
The moment I come, I reflexively twist my wrist and aim my cock upward. Maybe it's the woman's pleasure I feel through the suit, but several times my usual volume of semen erupts into the air. My stomach, my chest, my face, my hair—everything is coated in thick, sticky white.
With a face gone completely soft, I sweep the cum up with both hands, pool it against my chest, and slowly knead it in. It overflows from my cleavage, dampening the sides of my breasts and my waist before dripping to the floor. I rub what's left on my hands across my whole body. Thighs, ass, face—spreading it around like lotion without an inch spared. Feeling that warm, sticky semen everywhere on my body… I love it♡
"Thanks for the meal~"
The dildo was great—but futanari play was great too!