Masturbation. It is one of those things I typically only partake in while I'm by myself. While I certainly enjoy it, it is typically not worthy of writing about. It is something I presume we all do and both enjoy and are somewhat ashamed of... but what fun is it to have fun parts if we can't have fun with them?
I'm going to share a story of one particular day when I succumbed to the urge to play with myself. Sometimes my vagina just takes over, I suppose. Can any ladies on here relate?
It was nearing the end of a busy week... likely a Thursday, as I recall. I was worn down from a busy week of running the kids around with sports and keeping up with work and things around the house. My neighbors were on vacation and I was on cat sitting duty. I stopped over to feed the cat and took the opportunity to use the bathroom before I left.
On my way to the toilet, I couldn't help but notice what appeared to be a dildo suction-cupped to the shower wall. It was bright pink so perhaps it was a children's toy or something of that nature; I pondered as I sat down to pee. I also recalled Katie telling me that she and her husband had cloned his cock into a dildo. This couldn't be it, right?
Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to check it out. Sure enough, it was shaped like a lifelike cock. This couldn't be the clone of Anthony's penis, could it? Upon further inspection, it seemed plausible that this dildo was homemade as the suction cup was a different color than the rest of the unit. I recalled Katie bragging about Anthony having a big dick. This dildo was, indeed, long. However, the shaft wasn't terribly thick. The head, on the other hand, was incredibly big and robust. I bet Katie loves the feel of that big cock head as it enters her.
I wondered when she used it last and also wondered if she had it in her pussy or her ass. She had also confessed to me that she enjoys anal sex. I inspected the sex toy further and give it a little smell. It smelled like rubber or silicone or whatever these things are made of. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I guess I wanted it to smell like Katie's wet pussy.
My mind was clearly in the gutter. It also occurred to me that it might not have even been Katie that was the last person to use it as I know she has a sixteen-year-old daughter. Okay, gross. Her daughter would certainly not be using a clone of her step-dad's penis!
Judging by the height it was mounted, Katie had to be the last one to use it as she is significantly taller than her daughter. Then I got to wondering how that might line up with me. I kicked my shoes off and stepped into the tub and positioned myself in front of the dildo. While certainly not the ideal height, the dildo did, somewhat line up with my crotch.
I'm not sure what came over me, but as I stared down at the bright pink penis between my legs, I slipped my jeans down, which I had never zipped up after peeing. I pressed the toy against my crotch as my imagination started to run wild. I thought of how Katie must have used this the last time she was in the shower. So much fun to be had with this toy for sure. Then I started to think about Anthony. He had probably fucked Katie in this very tub. I would have never guessed that he has a big dick, but what a treat! I started to think about what it might be like to fuck him as I continued to rub the toy against my crotch. Boy did it feel good! I also started to think about the last time I had sex with my husband. It had been over a week as I had my period the week before. I guess I was aching to have my pussy played with. I started to rub myself more vigorously with Anthony's clone cock head. I imagined what it might be like if I actually had Anthony's dick in my hand. Would he try to fuck me? Would he try to take my clothes off? Would he blow his load from how aggressive I was playing with his penis?
I guess I fixated on the latter as I imagined his cock exploding and drenching my underwear just as I brought myself to orgasm. The sensation was fantastic. I pressed the cock head firmly against my clit until the sensation subsided. Fuck. My underwear was visibly wet at this point. Oops. I guess I had got a little carried away.
Apparently, I wasn't satisfied. I completely removed my pants and underwear. Boy did it feel great to take them off. Why stop there? I ditched my shirt and bra too. Even better! My tits had been bound in that bra all day and it felt great to give everything a chance to breathe. I stood there naked, admiring the bright pink penis that was pointed at me.