Where did it all begin, my road to ruin? What was the first step on the path that has since led me into a career that has no place on a nice girl’s curriculum vitae?

My grandmother has a number of sayings. Two of them seem to sum up my situation perfectly:

‘Curiosity killed the cat’ and ‘Pride comes before a fall’.

I was both incurably curious and unjustifiably proud that bright summer morning as I climbed out of bed. Barely eighteen years old and with a nice, feminine figure, good-sized boobs, long blonde hair and blue eyes, I would soon leave school before going to college in the autumn and I thought I was the dog’s bollocks, as we say here in the English midlands.

As I opened the curtains, the sun flooded my pink-painted room with light. I blinked then looked out at the blue sky, the green trees and the shining windows of the houses close by – especially the large ranch-style property on the right.

Mr. Owen’s house.

Like so many pretty girls learning the effect their looks could have on those around them, I was used to my developing body attracting the attention of male friends, teachers and neighbours and took advantage of it as often as I could:

‘Oh pleeease could you give me a ride to the shops, Mr. Jacobson...’

‘Pleeease can I have another week to do that assignment Mr. Mackay?’

I was sure some of our neighbours surreptitiously watched me sunbathing in the back yard too when their wives, mothers, sisters or daughters weren’t around. I chose my bikinis carefully to ensure they could see just enough of my body to keep them interested, but not enough to give me the ‘reputation’ that in fact I justly deserved!

After all, I was supposed to be a nice, polite girl. I came from a nice, polite family and lived in a nice polite place.

The exception to the universal admiration I desired was Mr. Owen. For some reason, my youthful charms had never quite worked on the rich, attractive and surprisingly young man who had moved into the house across the road a year ago. This rankled.

In his late twenties and younger than our other neighbours, Nick Owen was gorgeous. Tall, slim, expensively dressed and with a well-trained physique, he was closer in age to me than to my parents but that didn’t stop him from becoming a good friend of theirs and a regular guest in our house.

He was bright, witty, entertaining and very attractive indeed but never seemed to take anything more than a polite interest in me no matter how much I flutteredmyeyes at him, used my ‘sweet baby’ voice or sunbathed in my tiniest bikini where he couldn’t avoid seeing me.

I knew he wasn’t gay; there had been many female visitors to the house over the past year and I was more than confident in my own attractiveness so his indifference seemed unnatural.

My teenage pride was offended. I decided to find out more.

At first, I simply watched the movements in and out of the house. There weren’t many; every month or so he would pull up in his car with a new young woman and the two of them would go inside. The girls were usually the same type; long hair, large boobs, attractive if a bit ‘tarty’. Some left the same day, some to my disappointment stayed overnight.

This made me envious. Though inexperienced sexually, I was not a virgin and would have rather liked to know what a night in bed with Mr. Owen was like myself.

Soon I got bored with merely watching and began to find excuses to drop by his house whether he was there or not, to see what else I could discover. But, apart from finding out that his house was very clean and tidy, I discovered frustratingly little of interest.

I was at a barbecue in late June when the breakthrough came. During the afternoon, Nick told Mum and Dad that he was going on business for a week and asked if they would keep an eye on the house while he was away. They, of course, agreed without hesitation and the following day he dropped round a bunch of keys and the code to his alarm.

As luck would have it, I was alone in the house when he arrived and happily accepted the keys, offering him a cold drink which to my delight he accepted.  We chatted for a while during which I used every trick in my repertoire to try and flirt with him but without success. Though friendly and polite, Nick remained steadfastly immune to my charms so I was both frustrated and baffled by the time my parents arrived home and he thanked them for their help before returning to his own house.

What was it that prevented him from being interested in me? I didn’t need to ask why I was interested in him, apart from his undeniable good looks his apparent indifference was enough to drive any girl as conceited as me to distraction.

As I closed the door behind him with my most alluring smile on my face, I had an idea. I ran upstairs to my room and made a phone call, cancelling my date for the weekend to the extreme frustration of the boy concerned at the time who had wrongly believed himself to be ‘on a promise’.

 ***

It was late Sunday afternoon when Nick left for his trip. I watched his car pull out of the driveway and then paced up and down my room until my parents left for their usual trip to the gym.

As soon as their car was out of sight, I ran downstairs, grabbed his keys from the kitchen drawer and skipped over to the house. A turn of the lock, a few beeps on the alarm keypad and I was inside, alone with the door locked behind me, leaning against it while I caught my breath.

Was anyone there? I called out but there was no reply.

Nervously at first then with increasing boldness, I began to explore the house. My curiosity was uncontrollable as I snooped around looking for anything that would help me understand my gorgeous neighbour a little better and, if I played my cards right, get to know him a lot better too.

The lounge and kitchen were disappointing. Smart and expensively furnished, I couldn’t find anything any normal, professional man his age wouldn’t have. There were CDs, DVDs, a PlayStation and a bookcase full of action novels.

Dull but perfectly normal! My frustration returned but it was far too soon to give up.

With butterflies in my tummy, I slipped off my trainers and padded upstairs to find a large galleried landing with several doors, one of which was wedged open.

It was the bedroom! His bedroom! My heart thumped as I silently slipped inside. The room was large, tidy and modern, with a very large bed, a walk-in closet and… and no feminine touches at all.

My pulse raced.

I looked through the bathroom cupboards. There is no evidence of female occupancy there either! He was unattached as well as gorgeous; I might be in with a chance; if only I could make him see how pretty and sexy I really was!

Emboldened, I began to open cupboards and drawers but to my disappointment found only neatly folded expensive clothes. The boxes in the closet revealed nothing of interest either and I had all but given up on my search for scandal when I pulled open a narrow drawer just below the wall-mounted wide-screen TV.

Inside was a small stack of unmarked DVDs. What were these? Porn? Was this a first secret find? I slipped a disc into the machine, waited for it to load and pressed ‘play’.

The screen burst into life and a few moments later a young girl’s face appeared in an extreme close-up. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide and staring and her body was trembling in extraordinary climax.

It was porn! Nick Owen was human after all!

A thrill of triumph shot through me. The man did have secrets after all; maybe if I understood more about his tastes I could make myself more like the kind of girl he liked. A broad smile on my excited face, I lay back on the bed to see what sort of porn my soon-to-be-boyfriend was into.

Even at this young age, I was no stranger to Adult Movies. At many of the sleepovers I had been to, once the parents had gone out or gone to bed my friends and I would watch DVDs ‘borrowed’ from those parents or brothers late into the night with the sound turned very low.

Most of the movies had been trash with useless plots, unattractive studs and overblown orange-coloured girls. We had laughed ourselves silly. But others had been seriously arousing; I especially liked the ‘real life’ stuff where no attempt at a plot was necessary. Movies in which well-endowed, good-looking men would visit real lonely housewives and fuck them within an inch of their lives in their own homes, or movies in which real girls would expose themselves in public.

But the movies which turned me on most were those where real women would reach massive orgasms on sex machines on camera.

I was fascinated by these machines. More than once I had borrowed the thick, battery-powered dildo my mother thought she had secretly hidden in her bottom drawer. It had brought me a surprising amount of pleasure without the need to tell it the tedious ego-supporting lies boys always needed to hear even after very average sex.

Since then I had acquired a small stash of my own toys, hidden in a bag under the corner of my bed. I used them frequently if secretly to ‘take the edge off’ when I really needed an orgasm – which as I was an energetic eighteen-year-old girl, was often.

Of course, a girl as hot as me could have called in any one of a dozen boys to do the business but apart from not wanting to get a ‘reputation’, in my albeit limited experience no boy could come even close to giving me the intensity of climax these devices reliably and routinely induced in my demanding teenage loins. 

There had been a lot of frantic fingering under the duvets and moaning into the darkness both during and after these sleepover movies. Often the fingering had been mutual but this was usually followed by shame-faced embarrassment the following morning over breakfast when no amount of washing could rid a girl’s hands of their distinctive fishy smell.

To my sheer delight, it seemed that Nick was into this type of porn too. I hadn’t expected this at all. Once he knew we had this much in common he couldn’t possibly resist me. The discovery made me want him even more.

I settled back on the wide, comfortable bed and watched the programme spellbound as the trailers ended and the movie began. The video was good – very good. The girl on the screen wasn’t much older than me but what a time she was having! At first, she had just been fingering herself but then an unseen hand had passed her a large dildo and the big build-up of arousal had started.

Within minutes I had raised my short skirt and slipped a hand inside my panties. Five minutes later my panties had been lowered a few inches to give my hand more room to work as the aroused blonde on-screen was joined by an equally good-looking brunette.

A short time later my fingers had slipped deep between my thighs as the two girls began to ride ‘Sybian’ sex machines side by side while the director and his crew watched and filmed.

Though young, the girls were clearly already hardened porn actresses but despite their tattoos, piercings and cynicism, the machines were still able to bring them to incredible and very obviously genuine climaxes within minutes.

One girl even began to cry on camera as spasm after spasm racked her body.

By now my skirt was up around my waist. I pulled my panties quickly down over my knees and kicked them away then leaned back against the padded headboard. I spread my legs parted wide and rubbed my fingers on and in my slit.

As the buzzing of the machine’s motor on the screen rose and the girls’ on-screen speech became incoherent, my fingers became a blur. My outer lips were already puffy and parted, my clit standing firm and proud between my eagerly working fingertips. As the dark-haired girl on screen reached a third massive screaming climax, I reached my own slightly smaller but no less wet one on my gorgeous neighbour’s bed.

 “Aaayyy!”

The girl on the screen was screaming too as she came again and again, her helpless body supported by one of the cameramen. I climaxed with her, then rolled face down on the bed and thrust my bunched fists into my groin, curling my fingers up into my body. My face buried in the duvet, I finger-fucked myself frantically, rubbing my engorged clitoris to a second, stronger, shuddering orgasm, then a third.

 “YYYEEESSS!”

The blonde on-screen finally reached orgasm too, the recorded squealing from the two girls’ combined, obviously genuine climaxes joining my own animal exclamations as I howled my final orgasm into the mattress.

The DVD ended. I fell silent on the bed, panting from unplanned but incredibly powerful orgasms I had given myself. No stranger to masturbation, their intensity had astonished me. The high-quality action on screen had been much more arousing than I had expected. It was clearly time to put together a small collection of my own.

As I slowly returned to earth from the height of my climax, I began to realise that a large amount of moisture had seeped from my vulva as I came. It was now all over my fingers, down the inside of my upper thighs and dribbling onto the duvet beneath my bottom. Frightened of staining the bedclothes, I reached across to the bedside cabinet hoping to find a tissue.

There was nothing on its surface but when I pulled open the top drawer I found an almost new box. I reached in to grab it but as I did, my fingers closed on something else. I pulled the object out; it was an uneven cylinder covered in soft pink plastic…

My eyes opened wide; it was a dildo; a real dildo. It was longer than any real cock I had ever seen and thicker too, with rough, irregular undulations all down its sides like veins and a smooth rounded head.

Unable to control myself, I broke into giggles, turning the plastic phallus over and over in my hands with glee. It was thick but not too thick, long but not too long. I upended it to see whether there was a switch to turn it on but found only a metal plug in its base that looked like it could be joined to something else, like a light bulb slotting into a socket.

For a moment I thought about using it; following my fingering with a little plastic penetration but realised I needed to tidy the bed and remove all traces of masturbation before the duvet was permanently marked.

So, my body still tingling with after-shocks, I put the dildo back in the drawer and padded downstairs to the kitchen, bare-bottomed, looking a little dishevelled and still distinctly aroused.

I had left my panties on the bedroom floor but as the house was empty and its owner far away, being bare in a strange place made me feel sexy and daring rather than vulnerable. Opening the fridge, I took out a can of Coke and sipped it as I began to explore the ground floor again.

Returning to the lounge, I turned on the big wall-mounted TV. Cartoons! Kids’ stuff! Boring!

Abandoning the screen, I drifted towards the back of the house, finding a laundry room, a toilet, several large cupboards and a door to what must be the garage. I took another sip of my Coke, turned the handle and entered, searching for the light switch with my free hand.

Click! The room was filled with bright light.

If it was a garage, it was the cleanest, neatest, tidiest I had ever seen. It was warm too. The lighting was subtle, the floor covered with wooden tiles rather than cold concrete, the walls clean and painted white. Toolboxes and a workbench lined one wall while two bicycles hung from hooks on the other. Against the back wall stood a home gymnasium with weights and exercise machines; there was no dust or dirt to soil my white socks as I padded around exploring.

As I reached the corner furthest from the door, I found some kind of device or machine standing on a square of padded matting, covered by a dust sheet. Nick Owen looked like he worked out regularly; was this a home gym? If it was, it wasn’t like any home gym I had seen before.

I pulled the sheet off and stood back, puzzled.

The machine came up to my waist. Its base was a low cylinder about two feet long; like a small barrel that had been split lengthways from top to bottom and laid on its side. Its surface was soft, padded and covered in vinyl. Along each side of the base was a trough with two straps. From one end rose a vertical metal pole that came up to my tummy and from which two padded horizontal ‘arms’ stuck forward. At the end of each arm was a hand grip.

I circled the machine slowly, puzzled, then ran my hand over the armrests. They were smooth. I grasped the hand grip. It felt comfortable and reassuringly stable, but I had no idea what it could be.

I knelt down and looked at the rounded base. It looked familiar; more like a saddle. I touched it and to my surprise found it warm and vibrating as if it contained a motor which was still turned on.

I looked closer. There was a round hole about an inch wide in the upper surface of the saddle with an odd-shaped metal socket inside. I peered and stuck my finger into the hole but could find no clue as to what it was for. I was shuffling round on my hands and knees to get a better view when my fingers touched something lying on the mat.

I sat back on my heels and looked; a small silver case lay alongside the machine. I picked it up, popped open the clasp, lifted the lid then gasped. Inside the case were three recesses intended to hold and protect the contents. The topmost, smallest recess was empty but the other two held items that announced their identity in clear, unambiguous terms.

Both were long and thick, both had low, uneven ridges along their lengths, and both were slightly bent with dome-shaped ends

Jesus! They were dildos! Massive dildos!

My mouth dropped wide open. These really were dildos, but like no dildo I had seen before!

The smaller one was blue and far bigger than any real erect penis I had ever seen in real life or porn. The much larger, black one had a second smaller dildo stuck on the side!

Jesus, it was massive!

The empty space must be for the pink dildo I had found in the bedroom. Though it had felt big in my hand it was simply dwarfed by these two monsters.

Suddenly it all made sense. The DVDs; everything!

I couldn’t control myself; I simply burst out in fits of giggles. Here, in the middle of Nick Owen’s obsessively tidy garage was a real fucking machine, just like those I had seen in the DVDs but bigger and more complicated.

I rose to my feet and slowly circled it, my eyes wide in amazement.

The base of each dildo must fit into the socket. I picked up the huge blue phallus; it felt heavy and thick in my fist. I tried inserting its base into the machine’s socket. After two or three attempts it clicked smoothly and easily into place and stuck vertically, obscenely upwards.

I stared at the device with new eyes. It was obvious where the dildo itself should go but what about the rest of the machine?

That pad at the base must be to excite the rider’s clitoris.

Those side channels must be for her knees.

Those straps must be to hold her steady.

Those arms must be for her to rest against when she came.

Jesus! What kind of orgasm needed leg restraints, armrests and hand grips?

That dial on the end of the right arm with three different coloured settings – pink, blue and black - must be the controls, a different setting for each dildo.

As I stared excitedly at the extraordinary device images of the DVD girls’ faces as the machines had brought them to orgasm filled my mind. At the time I had thought it was all just acting but, seeing this machine, maybe it wasn’t after all. Maybe there really were orgasms like that.

Oh, God! I hoped there were!

Just imagining what the machine might be able to do was arousing me again. I knelt by it again and ran my fingers up and down the huge, blue phallus. It simply dwarfed my own toys; even Mum’s biggest vibrator looked tiny in comparison.

What on earth would it feel like to have something that huge inside me? Suddenly I became aware of my bareness below the waist. As I knelt on the mat by the machine, knees apart, my fingers began to stray between my open thighs.

I was wet as hell! I began to slide my fingers along my weeping slit, feeling the lubrication oozing from me, my clitoris standing proudly erect, demanding attention. I slipped my middle finger between my floppy inner lips and into the mouth of my vagina… 

And then the doorbell rang. My heart and hand stopped.

‘Ignore it; they’ll think there’s no one in and go away’

The bell rang again.

“Rebecca? Are you in there? We can’t get into the house!”

It was Dad’s voice. Shit! I must have left the security lock on the front door when I left home.

“Come on Rebecca! What are you doing in there?”

Like a flash, I sprinted away from the machine, out of the garage and along the hallway, smoothing down my short skirt over my bare bottom and vulva as I ran.

“Hurry up girl!”

Dad was getting annoyed now. As quickly as I could I ran to the front door, panting as I pulled it open.

“What on earth were you doing?” Dad demanded.

“I… I fell asleep and…”

“Just give me the keys!”

I watched my Dad’s back as he crossed the road to our house. Once I was sure he wasn’t watching, I slipped back into the bedroom and retrieved my panties from under the dresser. Then, my mind spinning, I pulled on my shoes, switched on the alarm, locked Mr. Owen’s front door and went home.

 ***

I didn’t sleep well that night. My mind was simply buzzing over all that had happened; Nick’s beautiful house; its smart bachelor furnishings, the porn DVDs and the wonderful effect they had had on me.

But mostly I couldn’t stop thinking about the extraordinary machine in the garage. Why would a man like Mr. Owen have one? Who were the girls I had seen going in and out? Was the machine for them?

Above all, I could not stop wondering what it would feel like to use such an amazing piece of equipment. I had seen the effect machines had on the girls in the DVDs. They weren’t all faking, I could tell from their faces!

What would it be like in ‘real life’? I simply had to find out.

But that meant trying the machine for myself! Did I dare do that? Was I brave enough?

Perhaps if I was very careful...

 ***

The next day was one of school, lessons and sports. Sport was my big thing. It combined everything I loved most; working on my body, dressing in tight-fitting clothes that showed it off best, performing in front of the boys.

As I said, I wasn’t a nice, modest girl inside, however meek and pure I might try to appear.

But that day, despite all these distractions, I simply could not get the amazing machine out of my mind. I had been told off by teachers for daydreaming twice before lunchtime which wasn’t like me at all.

The idea had plagued my journey home too and distracted me from my homework so by the time dinner was over and Mum and Dad were settled in front of the television I was shaking with anticipation.

Eventually, unable to contain myself any longer I grabbed my handbag and made for the front door.

“Where are you going out?” Dad asked grumpily.

“Just checking next door.”

“Again?”

“Nick.. Mister Owen wants the lights to be turned on and off to make it look like someone’s still living there,” I said, congratulating myself on my quick thinking.

Dad grunted back so with a cheery “See you later!” I was off out into the darkness, running across the street, my tummy alive with butterflies. By no I was almost sick with nerves but was determined to go through with my plan.

I WAS brave enough; I WOULD try the machine.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.

Reaching the front door in record time, I let herself quickly into the house, closed the door behind me and double-locked it. Then I slipped off my trainers and padded across the hallway to the garage door.

I opened it. I could hear the low hum of the machine.

Padding slowly down the steps, I approached it gingerly, my face burning with excitement. There it stood, its metal gleaming, the saddle soft and shiny, the huge blue phallus standing upright in its socket exactly as I had left it the day before.

My knees trembled and my tummy churned. I bit my lower lip and frowned in determination.

I WOULD dare try it! I WAS brave enough! If those girls on the DVD could enjoy such amazing orgasms then why shouldn’t I?

My conscience fought hard against my curiosity and rapidly increasing arousal.

Don’t do it, you silly girl! It’s not even your house!

But he’ll be away for days, you know that!

You can’t even turn it on!

It’s already on – I can feel it humming!

But you don’t know how to work it!

There’s only one switch, how difficult could it be!

Twice I turned my back on the machine and walked away but twice I returned, running my fingers over its dark leather padding, its shiny steel structure and most of all, the mighty blue dildo sticking obscenely upwards.

I knelt down and touched it more firmly. It felt huge and firm in my hand and was vibrating softly with the hum of the motor. I gripped it tightly, feeling its rigidity; its girth.

Christ, it was big!

None of my toys; not even my mother’s biggest dildo could compare with this! It would stretch me more than had ever been stretched; its length that would reach deeper into me than any boy’s cock ever could. The roughness of its base would rub against my entrance and clitoris too, exciting me; the ridges along its length would stimulate my inner lips...

It was designed by a genius.

At last, the temptation became far too powerful to be ignored. I ran to the room’s single window and lowered the blind then, legs trembling, I stripped myself completely apart from my short white socks to keep my feet from the cold floor. The inner voices began again.

You’re naked in a stranger’s house.

That’s the first step; well done!

Jesus, I’m nervous!

You’ll be fine. You might never get this chance again.

Exposed, excited and trembling, I stared hard at the machine, breathing deeply, summoning up courage.

I can’t do it!

Of course, you can. Go for it girl!

Nervous and trembling, I stepped over the barrel of the machine and gingerly lowered myself until I was straddling the saddle, one knee in each of the channels. The huge dildo brushed threateningly against my bottom, long, thick and firm.

But it’s huge; I can’t handle it!

IT’S HUGE; THAT’S WHY YOU WANT IT!

I lowered myself slowly backwards then squealed in surprise as the huge phallus brushed too firmly against my anus and rose back onto my knees with a start.

Relax! Take it easy! It will be amazing!

I adjusted my position slightly and tightened the straps around both my legs as the dildo’s rounded end brushed against my inner thighs and tingling vulva.

I reached between my thighs, felt its huge smooth end then wriggled my bottom until the entrance to my vagina was positioned directly over it.

Pleeaaasee be wet!

I slipped a finger inside my vagina; it was dripping moisture. With a deep breath, my tummy bubbling with nerves, I carefully parted my inner lips with my right hand and, steadying myself with my left, lowered myself slowly onto the dildo’s thick rounded end.

Oh my God!

The plastic felt cool against my hot flesh as its tip parted my inner lips and began to stretch my entrance.

Oh, God! That’s so good…going deeper!

I lowered myself an inch and was stretched wider; it felt even better!

Jesus, it’s thick! I’ve never been stretched like this before!

Another inch lower and my lips were tighter still.

Oh God! I’ll tear! I can’t stretch any wider!

Then the widest part of the dildo passed into my body. My entrance was stretched wire-tight but at least it wasn’t getting any tighter. It was beginning to hurt too but now I could lower myself faster – if I dared!

I dared! My bottom slowly descended another inch and the dildo sank deeper into my vagina!

Oh God, it’s huge! I’m so full!

My knees trembling, my inner thighs turning to jelly, I descended another inch, then another. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming; my body bursting with the dildo’s firm presence. No boy’s cock, no toy I had ever tried had come close to filling my teenage body as it was filled now.

It’s pressing into my cervix, into my belly!

Finally, I felt the smooth saddle brush against my inner thighs.

Thank God; it’s all inside me at last! Jesus it hurts! I’m so full I’ll burst! Oh my GoDDDD!

I grasped the support arms with both hands to steady myself as my thighs finally came to rest against the vinyl of the saddle, my clitoris pressed against the rough base of the dildo and my astonished body tried to adapt to the massive mechanical invasion.

Oh my God! I’ve done it! It’s inside me! It’s all inside me!

A small shiver of climax passed through me like an earth tremor.

I’m going to burst!

But it feels amazing!

Absolutely amazing!

I told you it would, didn’t I?

God yes! Yes!

And it’s not even turned on! What will it be like in a moment?

Fully impaled on the thick shaft, I wriggled until my body had adjusted a little better, wincing as the huge, thick shaft twisted within my over-stretched vagina then looking in fear at the dials near my hand.

Dare I turn it one? I’m scared!

Do it! You can’t chicken out now!

The fingers of my right hand brushed against the handgrip dial. I ran a finger over it nervously, my chest already heaving with arousal. I clicked the dial round towards the blue setting, took another, deeper breath, pressed it, closed my eyes and tensed my whole body for the onslaught.

Nothing happened. Disappointment washed over me; what had gone wrong?

No, wait! Something was happening; a faint but growing warmth had appeared between my spread legs as if both the saddle between them and the dildo deep within me were beginning to heat up.

It was pleasant; very pleasant; very, very pleasant indeed!

Then a low vibration started, massaging my inner thighs faintly but tantalisingly. It spread to my vulva as the dildo began to hum, very rapidly but low in intensity.

This was even more arousing than before and was slowly but surely building in strength.

“Ohhh!”

Without realising it, I had let out a long, low sigh. As if sensing my increasing arousal, the machine’s vibrations increased too and the dildo began to throb, pulsing, stretching then releasing my over-full vagina.

“Ohhhthat’sniiiccee!”

Then the pad against my clitoris began to buzz.

“Yyyeeeaaawww!”

My first climax caught me completely by surprise, arching my body suddenly backwards, forcing my clitoris hard against the pulsing dildo. This increased the stimulation of my nub tenfold and a deeper, second climax overtook the first before I had a chance to recover.

“Yyyyeeeooowww!”

My wailing, distorted voice echoed around the garage as the powerful wave of pleasure washed over me.

“Oh Jesus! This is good!”

As if reading and responding to my arousal, the machine began to throb harder and faster, the embedded dildo pulsing, expanding, stretching my vagina even more tightly as the pads buzzed electrically against my clit. The stimulation grew faster and stronger than I had ever felt in my life before until almost without warning.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

The orgasmic wave that rippled out from my over-stimulated vulva shook me bodily, massive tremors sending my spine into spasm, gripping my belly and chest like a vice. My breath caught in my throat as my twitching legs lifted me on the dildo until my clitoris was clear of the tingling plates, then dropped me back onto them just as the current reached its peak.

“OHHHOOOWWW!”

The orgasm that hit me at that moment was like nothing I had dreamed possible; like something straight from the videos and my dreams but this time it was real; it was MY body rocking out of control; MY orgasmic juices filling the room with the pungent smell of female climax; MY eyes bulging from their sockets.

A third wave hit me, then a fourth, then, with a half-animal shriek I could not have recognised as coming from my own mouth, I lost all self-control and simply surrendered myself to the biggest wave of pleasure that had ever surged from between my thighs, choking off all sound, sending my body into huge spasms with rivulets of juices pouring down the inside of both thighs.

I could tell my mouth was opening and closing but no sound emerged, choked off by the monstrous dildo which seemed to have transfixed me from my widely-spread thighs to my open throat.

I felt myself fainting and grabbed wildly at the armrests, my fingers clawing for support, desperate to find some way of saving myself from passing out. After a few moments of sheer panic, my anxious fingers finally found the large button under my right hand and with a last conscious act I pressed it as hard as I could.

But there was to be no relief; the buzzing within me grew stronger still. For a moment I lost all control of my body, feeling it buck backwards and forwards against the huge blue shaft until finally, I caught my breath enough to pant and gasp:

“Oh, God! Too much! Too much! Enough! Enough!”

To my astonishment and relief, as if the machine had heard and understood me. Its pulsing gradually backed off, the buzzing on my aching clit slowed to a stop; the throbbing within me eased and the dildo shrank back to its original, still monstrous size.

I collapsed against the armrests, exhausted; too tired even to lift my body off the dildo which now rested motionless inside me, making my belly bulge grotesquely forwards.

“Oh... My... God!”

The words kept going round and round in my head as my heart hammered hard in my heaving chest.

I rested for a long time as my world slowly stopped spinning, still firmly impaled on the huge blue phallus, my skin tingling, beads of sweat dripping from my forehead onto my trembling thighs. Every few seconds an orgasmic aftershock shook my body; I had most certainly never felt anything nearly that intense before.

“Ohhh Wowww! Oh... My... Fucking... God!”

Finally summoning up the strength and with shaking hands, I gingerly raised myself on my trembling knees, feeling the incredible dildo slipping slowly out of my body until eventually it was gone.

I gasped as an extraordinary feeling of emptiness washed over me then, clumsily unfastening the straps from my calves, lifted my left leg back over the barrel saddle and knelt alongside the machine, panting for breath, gazing at the mechanism which was now covered liberally with wet, sticky, female juices.

“That was... incredible!”

I announced to the empty room then lay full length on my back on the cushioned floor, giggling in astonished satisfaction and waiting for my body finally to stop shaking.

(continued...)