Love at First Sight—Inexperienced Gal Forms Exciting Relationship with a Large Dildo

I remember the first time I used a dildo. I was a junior in college. I was about to write a term paper and was looking through the desk drawers for a writing tablet, as I always first write things out in a rough draft. When I pulled out the bottom drawer, what rolled down into view but a dildo? Of course, it belonged to my roommate because I’d never purchased such an item, let alone thought of using one. Paula, on the other hand, had sex on the brain.

If she paid as much attention to her studies, I thought, she’d probably be an “A” student. Paula was on the wild side, always juggling boyfriends. Although we were of two totally different molds, I sort of got a kick out of hearing about her escapades, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered what it must be like to be that carefree.

“Why not find out?” a little voice inside me asked. I carefully picked up the dildo by the fat end and studied it. It was rubbery and creamy white in color. And large, bigger than any erect penis I’d ever seen, although up until that point I hadn’t come across very many. The toy even resembled a real penis, a circumcised one with bulging veins.

Paula wouldn’t be back for a while. She’d gone to the movies with “Big Steve” (you might have guessed, there was also a “Little Steve”). But as a precaution, I flipped the second lock on the front door. With a hop in my step, I returned to my seat at the desk, pulled down my skirt and panties, and propped my knees against the desk. Not knowing quite how to start, I just touched the tip, the head, to my clitoris and made tiny circles. A wicked shiver went through me with the realization of what I was doing, and that this was the same dildo Paula used on her pussy.

I spread my vaginal lips apart with my fingers; it turned me on to see the dildo down there. I brought the dildo to my moistened labia and stroked up and down. Cold tingles raced through my body, and I became light-headed. I pulled the dildo away momentarily, to catch my breath, then rested the head against my hole. To my surprise, my vaginal opening tightened, anticipating the intrusion. I couldn’t wait to fuck myself with Paula’s dildo.

Slowly, I pumped it into my sex, growing hungrier and hungrier with every thick inch. I’d never wanted a man’s cock the way I wanted this thing inside me. I was so flushed with desire that I thought I’d pass out, but instead I melted into orgasm within a matter of seconds.

Well, I’m not the same uptight college girl I used to be. I guess that experience was a turning point for me, because today I have a whole collection of dildos. Large ones, small ones, ones that vibrate, even an enormous black one. Of course, when I’m seeing someone, I don’t use my dildos as often, but there’s something about having a phallus that’s always ready to go, if you know what I mean.

Take last week, for example. This guy I was dating couldn’t get it up one night because he’d had too much to drink. I sent him on his merry way, but I still had an itch to screw. I diddled my pussy with my hand, but that just wasn’t cuttin’ it, so I went into my desk drawer (yes, I keep my dildos there, for sentimental reasons) and reached for my big black cock. It’s intimidating at first sight, even for me still, but I know the true pleasure that can be derived from an enormous device such as this.

I studied the bulbous ebony head and the fake veins that make up the shaft. My black cock also has an impressive set of testicles, and it’s always a challenge to see if I can get them to touch me while I’m going deep. I brought the dildo into bed with me and dimmed the lights, as if this were a date. I lay on my back with my legs spread, getting the black head, as big as a plum, greasy with the juices that had already seeped from my pussy. Oh, this is going to be better than any cock I could have been fucked with tonight, I thought happily.

I aimed the dildo at the entrance to my pussy and with painful slowness started pushing it inside me. Sometimes having the head alone inside me is enough to send me over the edge, but this time it was going to take a lot more. I was hungry for cock.

The head popped in, and I’d conquered the first hurdle. I took a couple of deep breaths and wiped the sweat from my brow, then tightened my grip on the rubber phallus and buried it, little bit by little bit, inside my accommodating pussy. Watching it go in was half the pleasure. I felt as if I were being fucked by a well-hung stud. “Yes, fuck my pussy,” I groaned, as more of the monster cock slipped inside me.

The rubber testicles were about two and a half inches shy of making contact with my crotch. I shivered with arousal, feeling my vaginal muscles tighten and flex around the dildo, adjusting to it. I didn’t try to meet the challenge, not yet anyhow. Instead, I gently fucked myself with the rubber cock, holding my breath for long seconds at a time. My swollen pussy lips were stretched deliciously tight around the girth of the dildo, and each time I drew it out, my labia followed, not wanting to let it go.

My eyes were fixed on the enormous black cock slipping in and out of my pussy, gliding easily now through my lubed hole. I was very close to coming. My whole body was trembling with the anticipation of something magnificent about to happen. I pulled the dildo almost all the way out, keeping the fat head lodged inside, took one last look at the long, shiny shaft, and then plunged the entire toy into me. What followed was a fucking frenzy until I came powerfully, wetting a big spot on the sheet underneath me.

Tonight will be interesting. I have a lover coming over to play with me. It will be the first time I’ve introduced toys into our lovemaking. I went to my desk drawer and looked over my collection, which has grown greatly during the past ten years. I chose a vibrator for me and an anal dildo for him.

Paula, if you’re out there somewhere reading this—and hopefully you are—I want to thank you. You opened up an exciting world for me when you left that dildo in the desk drawer.

—Ms. Susan B., Lowell, Massachusetts