I’d heard my labia jokingly referred to as ‘meat curtains’ in the past by a certain insensitive jerk when they got to this point, and the insecurity of his comment had stayed with me ever since. The asshole sure didn’t seem to mind it at the time, though.
I pushed three fingers easily inside myself, then went for four up to the last knuckle. Yes, I can still take a big one! It had been almost a week, after all. I jumped excitedly from bed, opening a wall drawer to reveal the instruments of my desire. So, where is it, oh yeah, here we go. Thank you, Sytha-Corp!
Bio-skin dildos had to be the greatest invention since sliced bread. They replicated an actual dick in every way once the neural link was established with the wearer. Of course in John’s case, that didn’t mean much other than his ability to cum when I told him to, but if the wearer was human…Damn! You could do anything with it just like a real one: make it move and jump, or swell up hard as a rock with simulated blood flow. It was even self-lubricating, based on the amount of resistance the microprocessor in the tip detected.
If I was starting to get dry, bam! The lube spread evenly along the shaft, secreted from the pores, in seconds. If it was my ass, bam! A flood of it covered the dildo, and in it went, slick as a whistle. Bio-skin even replicated body temperature, and felt like actual flesh. The best thing about it in my opinion though, was actually being able to experience what sex was like from a guy’s point of view, if a woman was so inclined. Gee, that’s a no-brainer, isn’t it? Chalk one up for feminine equality.
I took out the ten-incher, ‘Mr. Adonis’, gazing at it in leering reverence. Just gripping its incredibly thick 4-inch girth made my pussy clench in flighty trepidation. When John fucked me with this, I stayed happily fucked for hours afterwards. I gave the large set of balls a gentle squeeze to make sure I’d refilled them from the last time. Yep, all primed and ready to go. I could usually get five or six good loads out of the cum refill pack, unless I wanted it all at once. Sometimes that was exactly what I was in the mood for though, one big, massive river flooding my battered pussy like a stretched balloon. Mmmm… god, I love cum.
I propped myself up in bed, eyeing the door impatiently. I still had a few minutes until John made his appearance to get warmed up. The problem was that John could do the actual act, but lacked the necessary programming and delicate articulation for all the good stuff, like intimate foreplay. He would do whatever I told him to of course, but it wasn’t the same. Realism, and the human instinct to be able to read my body, knowing what to do to make me feel good at just the right time, was sadly beyond his grasp. Oh well…
I spread my knees, guiding the dildo between, pressing the tiny manual power switch on the underside of the base. It instantly warmed in my hand, and I closed my eyes, poising it against the entrance of my pussy.
Momentary resistance…
A grimace of pleasurable pain…
The unmistakable warmth of lube soaking the cockhead and…
I gasped when the engorged head and several inches of thick cock, suddenly popped through my protesting vulva. “Good boy, come to mamma,” I chuckled, mewing contently. There was no feeling in the world like the first time of being entered, of being penetrated, of being used.
I paused, catching my breath, letting my body adjust to its sudden expansion, while reality faded around me. My cheeks glowed crimson, heart pounding. The slight movement of my hands worked the wonderful sensation further inside me, back and forth, driving steadily onward, driving deeper.
“Omigod yes,” I whined softly, as my insatiable desire swallowed even more of the shaft. With a slight moan I stopped, hitting bottom. Eight unbelievable inches were inside me now, and I sat up slightly, gazing reverently at the fleshy protrusion between my legs. I never got tired
I pushed three fingers easily inside myself, then went for four up to the last knuckle. Yes, I can still take a big one! It had been almost a week, after all. I jumped excitedly from bed, opening a wall drawer to reveal the instruments of my desire. So, where is it, oh yeah, here we go. Thank you, Sytha-Corp!
Bio-skin dildos had to be the greatest invention since sliced bread. They replicated an actual dick in every way once the neural link was established with the wearer. Of course in John’s case, that didn’t mean much other than his ability to cum when I told him to, but if the wearer was human…Damn! You could do anything with it just like a real one: make it move and jump, or swell up hard as a rock with simulated blood flow. It was even self-lubricating, based on the amount of resistance the microprocessor in the tip detected.
If I was starting to get dry, bam! The lube spread evenly along the shaft, secreted from the pores, in seconds. If it was my ass, bam! A flood of it covered the dildo, and in it went, slick as a whistle. Bio-skin even replicated body temperature, and felt like actual flesh. The best thing about it in my opinion though, was actually being able to experience what sex was like from a guy’s point of view, if a woman was so inclined. Gee, that’s a no-brainer, isn’t it? Chalk one up for feminine equality.
I took out the ten-incher, ‘Mr. Adonis’, gazing at it in leering reverence. Just gripping its incredibly thick 4-inch girth made my pussy clench in flighty trepidation. When John fucked me with this, I stayed happily fucked for hours afterwards. I gave the large set of balls a gentle squeeze to make sure I’d refilled them from the last time. Yep, all primed and ready to go. I could usually get five or six good loads out of the cum refill pack, unless I wanted it all at once. Sometimes that was exactly what I was in the mood for though, one big, massive river flooding my battered pussy like a stretched balloon. Mmmm… god, I love cum.
I propped myself up in bed, eyeing the door impatiently. I still had a few minutes until John made his appearance to get warmed up. The problem was that John could do the actual act, but lacked the necessary programming and delicate articulation for all the good stuff, like intimate foreplay. He would do whatever I told him to of course, but it wasn’t the same. Realism, and the human instinct to be able to read my body, knowing what to do to make me feel good at just the right time, was sadly beyond his grasp. Oh well…
I spread my knees, guiding the dildo between, pressing the tiny manual power switch on the underside of the base. It instantly warmed in my hand, and I closed my eyes, poising it against the entrance of my pussy.
Momentary resistance…
A grimace of pleasurable pain…
The unmistakable warmth of lube soaking the cockhead and…
I gasped when the engorged head and several inches of thick cock, suddenly popped through my protesting vulva. “Good boy, come to mamma,” I chuckled, mewing contently. There was no feeling in the world like the first time of being entered, of being penetrated, of being used.
I paused, catching my breath, letting my body adjust to its sudden expansion, while reality faded around me. My cheeks glowed crimson, heart pounding. The slight movement of my hands worked the wonderful sensation further inside me, back and forth, driving steadily onward, driving deeper.
“Omigod yes,” I whined softly, as my insatiable desire swallowed even more of the shaft. With a slight moan I stopped, hitting bottom. Eight unbelievable inches were inside me now, and I sat up slightly, gazing reverently at the fleshy protrusion between my legs. I never got tired
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