SPH Experiences: The Dildo
By Suitable-Sir2824.
We were in our bedroom, the lights dimmed low, sheets already rumpled from some heavy making out. I’d been thrusting into her missionary style, her legs wrapped around my waist, but I could feel myself struggling to hold on. My balls were tightening too soon, that frustrating edge where I knew I’d blow before she even got close. Lisa sensed it, her nails digging into my back as she whispered, “Babe, you okay? Don’t stop yet.”
But I was losing the rhythm, my small shaft slipping in and out of her tight heat without the friction hitting her right. She was wet, yeah, but her moans were half-hearted, more affectionate than explosive.
“Wait,” she said, pushing me off gently with a smirk. “Let’s get the big guy out.”
My stomach twisted a little—part excitement, part that nagging voice in my head—but I nodded, rolling over to grab it from the nightstand drawer. The dildo felt ridiculous in my hand, thick and unyielding, its girth easily twice mine. Lisa flipped onto her stomach, then pushed up onto all fours, arching her back to present that incredible ass of hers. It’s full and round, the kind that jiggles just right, cheeks spreading slightly to reveal her glistening pussy lips, already puffy and slick from my earlier efforts.
I knelt behind her, heart pounding as I rubbed the dildo’s fat head along her slit, teasing her entrance. “Fuck me with it,” she begged, voice husky and demanding, pushing back against it. “I need something to fill me up.”
The words stung, but they also made my dick throb harder, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. I pressed forward, watching her pussy lips stretch wide around the tip—wider than they ever did for me. Inch by inch, it sank in, her inner walls yielding to its size with a wet schlick. Lisa gasped, then let out a deep, throaty moan that echoed off the walls, her body shuddering as I buried half of it inside her.
“Oh god, yes! Deeper!” she cried, her ass cheeks quivering as she rocked back, greedy for more.
I gripped the base and started pumping, slow at first to let her adjust, but she was insatiable, begging louder with each thrust. The dildo plunged in and out, coated in her juices, the balls smacking rhythmically against her swollen clit. Her pussy made these obscene, slurping sounds, gripping the toy like it was made for her, and she was screaming now—full-on, uninhibited wails of pleasure that I’d rarely heard from her when it was just me inside.
“Harder! Fuck, it’s so big—stretching me so good!”
Her tits swayed beneath her, nipples hard points, and I could see her fingers clawing at the mattress, back arched impossibly as another wave hit. I picked up the pace, slamming the dildo home until the balls slapped her clit with every stroke, her ass rippling from the impact. Sweat beaded on her skin, and she was a mess—moaning, begging, her voice breaking into whimpers.
“Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum—fuck, yes!”
Her whole body tensed, then convulsed as orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched visibly around the toy, juices squirting out around it, dripping down her thighs. She collapsed forward a bit, panting, but still pushing back for more, riding the aftershocks.
Emboldened—and honestly, desperate to reclaim some part of the moment—I pulled the dildo out with a pop, her hole gaping slightly, red and slick, not snapping back shut right away. My dick looked pathetic next to the mess it left, but I lined up and slid in, expecting that same heat. Except… it wasn’t the same. Her pussy felt loose now, cuntal walls slack and overstimulated from the pounding, barely registering my entry. I thrust forward, burying my full length easily—no resistance, just a warm, wet slide that enveloped me without any grip. Lisa barely made a sound. No gasp, no moan, just a soft sigh as I started pumping, my hips slapping her ass. I tried harder, angling to hit her spots, but she was quiet—her body limp, face turned to the side on the pillow, eyes half-lidded.
“You okay?” I asked, voice strained, feeling the humiliation creep in as I realized she wasn’t even close to reacting like before.
“Mmm, yeah,” she murmured, almost absently, her hand reaching back to pat my thigh. “Just… sensitive. Keep going if you want.”
But there was no fire in it, no begging, no screams. It was like fucking a glove—loose, accommodating, but utterly indifferent. The contrast burned: moments ago, she’d been wild for that huge toy, cumming her brains out, and now my little dick was just… there, sliding in the aftermath without sparking a thing.
The shame hit me like a wave, my face flushing hot as I pictured how stretched she must feel, how my size couldn’t compare. But fuck, it turned me on too—the raw truth of it making my balls ache. I lasted maybe two minutes before I groaned and unloaded, cum spurting weakly into her depths, mixing with her earlier wetness. She didn’t cum again, didn’t even tense, just let me finish with that polite quiet. When I pulled out, a trickle of my load leaked from her, but her pussy closed up slow, still loose.
We lay there after, her curled against me, and she kissed my cheek. “That was hot, babe. The toy always gets me going.”
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat, but inside, the humiliation lingered—sweet and stinging, making me wonder how often she craved that stretch I couldn’t give. It’s become this twisted part of our sex life now, the dildo stealing the show every time, leaving me to clean up in her silence.
That fucking dildo.
The End.
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