The blue dye in my hair was starting to fade, but who cared? I was horny, and that's all that mattered. The vibrator on my nightstand wasn't going to cut it tonight. I needed something bigger. Something that would really stretch me out.
I rummaged through my drawer, my fingers brushing against the cool, smooth surface of my favorite dildo. It was massive, almost comically large, but the thought of filling my tight pussy with it sent shivers down my spine. My nipples hardened under my thin t-shirt. My natural tits bounced as I got myself up and started to get ready.
I lay back on my bed, spreading my legs wide. My perfect pink pussy throbbed with anticipation. I rubbed the head of the dildo against my clit, teasing myself, watching myself in the mirror. My breath hitched.
Slowly, I began to insert the dildo. The head slid in easily, but as I pushed further, I felt the familiar burn of stretching. I moaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in my chest. I took a deep breath and pushed further. It was in. All the way in.
I started to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and faster. The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming. I could feel my muscles clenching around the dildo, milking it. My creamy pussy was getting wetter with each thrust. I reached down and squeezed my big natural tits, the sensation adding to the building orgasm.
I was on the edge, my body shaking. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles white. Then, it hit me. A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over me. I screamed, my voice raw and hoarse. I came hard, my pussy throbbing, dripping cream. The dildo slipped out, leaving me breathless and satisfied.
I lay there for a long time, catching my breath. I loved these moments of complete freedom. Being able to touch myself and feel pure pleasure. It was pure bliss.
