G-Spot Vibe and Her Boyfriend’s Cock Make Her Gush All Over

I consider myself very lucky. While some girls spend half their lives looking for their G-spots, from the day I started exploring my sexuality, I knew where that special ridged wall was and how to stimulate it. I’ll never forget taking my fingers and plunging them inside, exploring my own wet recesses. I was lying on my back, shifting around to figure out which positions and angles worked best, when I hit on a spot that made me go absolutely wild. I kept touching it, feeling my body swell inside. I didn’t know exactly what was happening, only that it felt better than anything I’d ever done. Soon enough, as I pinched my nipples with one hand and rammed my curved fingers in and out of my pussy, I squirted clear liquid all over myself and my bed. I learned some important things that day: I had a G-spot and it worked beautifully, and I should put a towel beneath me when I played with it.

Since then, I’ve found all sorts of ways to enhance my G-spot fun, and I’ve even brought my boyfriend, Justin, into the act. He’s in awe of my ability to squirt. He loves to fuck me doggie-style, but I’m a horny girl and often want to keep coming even after he’s pumped a load into me. To solve our little problem, we recently went shopping and he bought me the perfect present—a large, black, curved dildo designed to stimulate the G-spot. Some of the other toys looked interesting, too, but I’ve always thought that when it comes to men’s cocks and dildos, the bigger, the better, so this was going to be a real treat.

“May I have the honor of being the first?” he asked, and I jumped up and kissed him right there. How many girls have a guy who wants them to come so badly that he’ll not only encourage her to use a massive dildo, but want to be the person sliding it in and out of her pussy?

“Let’s go,” I said, grabbing the bag from the clerk and tugging Justin toward the car. I took the package out and examined it while he drove, tearing off the plastic to touch the actual toy. I like to get to know my toys before I put them inside me. I fondle and taste them, getting acquainted with them as I would with a real live cock. I kept it in my lap so the other drivers wouldn’t see, holding it between my thighs as I imagined how it would feel inside me.

“God, Gretchen, you’re going to cause an accident if you keep stroking that toy like that. I’m gonna fuck you so hard with it you’re going to scream,” he said, zooming along the open road. Finally, we were home, and not a moment too soon—my panties were completely soaked.

Justin grabbed the toy from my hand when we got inside, along with the packet of lube that had come with it. “Get your sexy ass upstairs. I want to find you naked on the bed, playing with yourself and ready to take this whole thing,” he commanded. Normally, Justin’s as considerate and sweet as a boyfriend could be: cooking me dinner, offering me foot rubs, and generally going out of his way to cater to me. But when he gets really horny, things change. He loves to talk dirty to me, telling me that I’m his personal slutty slave. I’d be upset if it weren’t true; he knows how wet I get when he talks to me like that.

I did as he demanded, and when I spread my legs, my first thought wasn’t actually of the toy—but of Justin’s cock. I knew his dick would be my reward for coming all over the sleek black toy. I heard him clomping up the stairs and bit the fingers of one hand while the other pushed its way deep inside me. It takes me only seconds to locate my G-spot, and as I sucked on my fingers, there it was, protruding slightly from my upper wall. The minute my fingers slid over its rippled spongy texture, I shuddered. Tears of pleasure sprang to my eyes as I pushed upward against that perfect spot. As much as I love being able to get myself off, when I’m aching like this, I need something unnaturally big and hard thrusting inside me.

Fortunately, Justin entered the room, holding the fake dick in one hand and tapping it against his palm. He walked toward me like he meant business, like he was going to personally make sure I received every bit of pleasure I could from the toy. Knowing that he’s as intent on my orgasms as I am helps get me in the mood. I spread my legs wide for him, showing him exactly where to put the toy as I held open my pussy lips. He teased me by taking the head of the black dildo between his lips. He made me watch, with my pussy aching, as his tongue licked the crown all the way around, before he slowly opened the lube and poured a small bit of it onto the cock. Then he held it against my opening, only nudging the head inside at first.

“Please, Justin, fuck me,” I said, my eyes pinned on his. I had my head propped up on pillows so I could more easily watch the thick black toy enter my dripping hole. He angled the base downward slightly so that the curved head expertly stroked my G-spot, giving me the kind of pressure fingers alone can’t provide. He rotated the shapely dildo around, letting the opening of my pussy experience its fabulously contoured shaft.

Justin played with my clit, giving it the same firm, slow strokes as he was using to thrust the cock inside me. Justin used the toy to build up my arousal, letting me hover on the edge of my climax until it felt like my pussy was going to flood the whole room. I knew I was close to orgasm.

“I want your cock now,” I said, needing to feel his warm, live cock pulsing inside me. He slowly withdrew the toy, letting the head remain shallowly in my cunt, teasing me with its shapely presence.

“Are you sure you don’t want more of this?” he asked before slamming it back inside so that it brushed against my cervix. I moaned, not sure anymore what I wanted as he maneuvered the toy. Finally, when I was hissing with lust, and I could see that his cock was in need of some milking, too, he pulled the toy out and said, “I’ll fuck you now, but you have to suck your juices off this toy. Keep this in your mouth while I fill up your pussy.”

Once again, his stern, masculine tone brought out my submissive side, and my body quivered. I hurried to obey him, taking the warm dildo out of his hands and parting my lips. Tasting my juices and knowing how wet he’d made me spurred me on even more, and when he flipped me over, I moaned against the dick in my mouth. His hard, hot cock slid inside me smoothly. The dildo in my mouth could’ve been modeled after Justin’s thick, curved dick, which always hits all the right places inside me that I need it to.

As Justin fucked me, I felt convulsions start to overtake me, and even though part of me would’ve preferred waiting for him, I couldn’t stop myself from climaxing. Once I’d come so cataclysmically, Justin didn’t hold back. He pulled his dick all the way out, then rammed it right inside me. I swallowed more and more of the dildo as he pierced my wet cunt until I felt myself on the verge of a tremendous orgasm again.

“So which is better, Gretchen, my cock or the one in your mouth?” he asked, his voice teasing because he knew how much both delighted me.

I took the dildo out of my mouth and kissed its shiny head. “Your cock, of course, but I like the way you wield my toy, too,” I said.

Justin held my hips down, pinning me in place as he started thrusting as fast as he could. His dick shoved into me full force as his balls slapped against my butt. That was the only sound in the room as I silently sucked on the dildo again. I couldn’t move my hips with him holding me down, but I could easily tighten my vaginal muscles as he got ready to come. Then, as I tumbled over the edge of orgasm again—this time with a gentler climax—he did, too, shooting his hot load deep inside me.

“Oh, baby, you’re the best,” he said when he could talk again.

“You are, too,” I said, and meant it. Having a man who loves me and wants me to come with his cock and my favorite toy makes me feel like the luckiest girl alive.

—Ms. Gretchen S., Harrisburg, Pennsylvania