Dildo Love
An SPH Experience by HumbleHubby_88.
She was caught off guard when I laid it all out one night, post-orgasm glow still on her face as she lay there with my cum leaking from her. “You want to see me fuck someone else? For real?” Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and hesitation.
She wasn’t sold—not even close—on actually doing it. Cheating’s not our vibe, and the logistics scared her. But then she suggested a compromise that had my heart racing: “What if we get a dildo? Something big, like eight inches. You can use it on me, watch up close. See what it’s like without the mess of another guy.”
Fuck, I was in.
We ordered it online that same night, a realistic beast with veins and a fat head, eight inches insertable, way bigger than my shrimp dick.
The first time we broke it out, I was nervous as hell, my small dick already twitching in my boxers just from unpacking it. Ava stripped down on our bed, legs spread, her shaved pussy glistening from the foreplay I’d given her with my tongue. I lubed up the dildo generously— we’d grabbed a small bottle to start—and knelt between her thighs, rubbing the tip along her wet slit. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I said, voice shaky with excitement. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded, biting her lip as I eased the head in. Her pussy lips parted around it, hugging the girth tight. Inch by inch, I pushed, watching her face for any sign of pain. At first, she tensed up around six inches, her hand on my wrist. “Whoa, slow down—that’s deep.” Her voice was breathy, but not pained, more like she was adjusting to the fullness.
I held there, twisting it gently to let her walls stretch, my own cock throbbing untouched against my thigh. She started rocking her hips, moaning softly as I worked it in and out shallow. But as she got hotter—her clit swelling, breaths coming faster—I tested further. On the next thrust, I sank it deeper, seven inches now, and she gasped, eyes fluttering.
“Oh god, that’s… intense.” Her pussy was soaking, juices coating the shaft, and I could see her inner lips gripping it like they never did my little prick.
She was close—I knew the signs, the way her thighs quivered, her nipples hard peaks. I pushed the whole damn thing in, all eight inches buried to the hilt, the base flush against her. Ava’s back arched, a loud moan ripping from her throat as her orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched hard around the toy, pulsing visibly, and she squirted a little, wetting my hand and the sheets. I kept fucking her through it, slow, deep strokes that made her cry out, her hands fisting the comforter. When she finally came down, panting and flushed, I slid it out slowly, her hole gaping slightly before closing, a string of her cream clinging to the length.
“Was that too much?” I asked, grinning as I held it up, slick and shiny.
She shook her head, a shy smile creeping on. “I thought I couldn’t take it all—felt like I stopped you at six or something. But… damn, that was good.”
I laughed and showed her the base. “Babe, you took every inch. I was holding just the end.”
Her eyes went wide, then she admitted, “It felt nice. Really full, you know? Not better than you, just… nice.”
But the way she said it, avoiding my eyes, had my SPH kink firing on all cylinders. Nice? My dick was ‘good enough,’ but this fake monster got ‘nice’? I jerked my tiny dick right there, cumming in seconds while she watched, teasing, “Aw, look at your little guy go. So quick.”
That was just the start. Since then, the dildo’s become our go-to. Every other night, she’s pulling me to the bedroom, stripping and spreading without me even asking. “Use it on me,” she’ll say, voice husky, and I love it—face inches from her pussy, watching that thick shaft plunge in and out.
I hold her lips open sometimes, seeing how it stretches her pink walls, the head bullying deep spots my 3.75 inches could never touch. She moans louder with it, cums harder, her body writhing as I fuck her steady. I’ll lick her clit while it’s buried inside, tasting her arousal, feeling the toy shift against my tongue. And me? My small dick stays hard but untouched until she’s done, then she lets me slide in after, feeling the looseness, the secondhand slickness that makes me feel so inadequate.
“You’re so tiny after that,” she’ll giggle, clenching around me half-heartedly while I hump away, humiliated and loving it.
We’ve used it so much we burned through that first lube bottle fast—slippery sessions leaving us both messy. The next time rolled around, and I realized we were out. Ava was already naked, vibrator buzzing against her clit as I fingered her to warm up. She was dripping, begging for the dildo, but without lube, it wouldn’t glide right. I tried spitting on it, but she winced on the first push.
“Ouch, that’s not smooth,” she complained, frustration etching her face.
Her pussy was aching for it, I could tell—swollen and needy—but the friction killed the vibe. I switched back to my fingers and the vibe, working her over until she came, but it was clear she wasn’t satisfied. Her orgasm was okay, but no earth-shattering waves like with the toy.
As soon as she caught her breath, she grabbed her phone, legs still splayed, pussy flushed and wet. “Screw this—ordering more lube now. Extra large bottle.”
She tapped away, adding it to the cart without hesitation, even picking express shipping. Watching her do that, so eager to get back to the big dildo, had me stroking my little dick furiously. She glanced over, smirking. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you? Knowing I need that thing to really feel it.”
She hasn’t said the words—hasn’t admitted she likes it more than my penis—but fuck, her actions scream it. She barely lets me fuck her bare anymore. It’s always “warm me up with your fingers, then give me the real stretch.” And I live for it, the humiliation of being her toy-handler, my tiny dick reduced to cleanup duty while she chases those deep, full orgasms.
Part of me still fantasizes about the real deal—a bull with a live eight-incher (or bigger) pounding her while I watch, jerking my tiny dick, leaking precum from my worthless stub. But for now, this compromise is perfect SPH fuel. She teases me gently about it sometimes: “Your little penis is cute, but that dildo? It hits different.”
And every time, I cum buckets, grateful for the truth in her eyes, even if her words stay soft.
The End.
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