Marie
I stood in the bathroom looking at the Inseminator on the counter. Oh god, why did this have to be happening now? Why? Because yeah, I wanted a baby and needed to inseminate myself for practice. But why did Trent have to be staying at my house now? It was such a distraction, and I could hardly believe I was going to do this with the alpha male just a couple rooms away, sleeping on my tiny living room couch.
Because yeah, that’s all we had. I make decent money as a nurse, but my ex took the huge couch with him when he left, leaving us with nothing but a gaping hole for a while. And after a couple months, it looked so pathetic, the imprints on the carpet, the obvious missing item of furniture that Robbie and I went to Goodwill together and picked up a used couch, something to fill the space if nothing else
But the sofa was nowhere near big enough for Trent’s big frame. Our new/old sofa was probably six feet at most, made a little shorter by the fact that it had overstuffed pillows, all in a homey chintz print. I’d pulled some sheets from the linen closet and put them on the sofa, but the whole scenario was just ludicrous. Trent’s feet would hang off the edge, flopping uncomfortably. But what could I do? Buy a new couch, only to be delivered in three weeks?
So yeah, life was a little bizarre. My lover was probably asleep right now, snoozing away, knocked out after doing whatever he and Robbie had been up to all day, and that was the problem. He had his life and I had mine. I shook my head, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. Get with it, Marie, I scolded. Last night was an aberration, you have your life, and he has his. So get to work, you have a job to do. Because it was the perfect time for me to practice with the Inseminator, a giant-sized dildo that doubled as an inseminator, and I had to insert it into my pussy to deposit the donor sperm. Because once you were ready, there was a syringe that you’d fill with the good stuff, the semen bubbly and warm, before sheathing the syringe within the dildo. And then at the right moment, you’d depress the plunger and the hot liquid would squirt into your pussy, sensuous and virile, hopefully fertilizing your egg.
But that was the thing. I needed to practice, even though I didn’t have semen picked out yet. The insemination dildo was fucking huge, and it wasn’t gonna be easy getting it in even after Trent’s huge dick. I had to work myself up, I’d have to stroke myself hard, make myself hot and nasty before slipping it in for this to work. So practice, practice, practice, that was my motto.
Pulling the dildo out of the packaging, I stared at it again. It was fucking intimidating, a giant penis, skin-colored, soft rubber with an articulated head, bulging veins on the sides. I ran a finger over the tip, feeling the little hole where real semen would come out when the time was right, unconsciously comparing it to Trent’s hole, how slick and slippery it was, how it always seemed to seep goo, the man ready for me, leaking copiously.
But that was Trent, I reminded myself again. And now you have this dildo that’s more than a sex toy, you’ve got to use it on yourself. So eyes on the prize. You have a job to do.
But still, my body shivered at the memory of being with Trent, feeling him inside. Because it was so much better with the man, savoring his hard, hot shaft in me was a thousand times more compelling, a thousand times more arousing than the rubbery plastic before me. With Trent, we hadn’t used any lube the entire night, it wasn’t necessary given how wet I was, my cunt gushing and pulsing with lust. But with this? I eyed the dildo warily before grabbing a huge tube of K-Y to make things easier.
And my resolve firm, I padded over to my bed, making sure the door was shut. Oh yeah, the house was silent, it was two a.m., I’d heard Robbie and Trent come in, those low voices rumbling downstairs before they settled down. And now, there was only darkness, silence, a moment of privacy to myself.
So slipping my robe off my shoulders, I slid naked onto my bed, dimming the bed stand light a bit, casting my curves into shades of gold. I was soft and fleshy everywhere, my huge girls bouncy, almost sliding off my chest as I lay on my back, slowly spreading my legs. Taking a deep breath, with one hand, I began squeezing my right breast, slowly massaging the flesh, letting my eyes drift shut as I imagined Trent with me. Oh yes. Oh yes, that was it. I remembered the way he’d lapped at my nipple, taking the hard nub between his teeth and shaking his head a bit, like a dog with a bone, how it’d made me squeal with pleasure, whine with delight.
And gasping slightly, I pinched a nipple between my fingers, squeezing the hard pink before pulling off with an audible pop. Oh god, not as good as Trent’s mouth, but still good nonetheless. To make it more realistic, slowly, I cupped a boob and lifted it to my mouth, circling my lips around the nipple before lightly licking, lapping at my hard flesh. Hot bolts of electricity shot from my tits straight to my cunt, making me lube up wetly, and I squeezed my thighs together, savoring the tingling sensation before bringing my other boob up and tonguing that one as well, loving the wetness on my flesh, bolts of pleasure making my pussy shiver.
But breast play wasn’t going to be enough. I needed clit stimulation and slowly, I reached for the inseminator, trailing my hands over the soft contours once more. God, it was so lifelike, but I suppose that was the point. Supposedly if I came during orgasm, then the spasms of my cunt would draw the semen up towards my ovaries, increasing the chances of fertilization. So fuck, I needed to make this work. I needed to come hard because sperm ain’t cheap, the most sought-after donors cost hundreds of dollars per pop, which is a lot given my life circumstances.
So right. Back to business. With one soft hand, I brought the dildo to my mouth, trailing my tongue around the flared glans, again amazed at how lifelike it felt, soft, rubbery, yet with a steel-like hardness underneath. Slowly, I pushed the penis into my mouth, wetting it, running my tongue up and down that hard shaft as my other hand crept between my thighs, opening my folds and touching the soft nub within.
Ahhhh! That was it. My eyes drifted shut as I pretended I was with Trent again, his hard, hot dick I was sucking, his big hands so knowledgeable, so expert on my softness. Slowly, I circled my clit, teasing it out of its hood, stroking the bottom just like he’d done last night. And my pussy welled again, a bit of cream spilling from the base of my slit, moistening my thighs. Oh god, that was good stuff, and I reached one hand down, cupping the wetness before bringing it back up and smearing it all over the dildo, lubing it with my own female nectar. I was almost there, almost ready to begin penetration.
But I needed one more thing. I needed my pussy quivering, shivering hotly before I pushed it in, so I lifted my knees to my chest, baring my slit, looking down at myself before craning my neck to spit wetly onto my sweet hole, moistening myself even further, rubbing the saliva into my engorged flesh, dropping my fingers slowly to caress my anal hole. Because that’s what Trent has done to me. He took me there last night, we’d done loads of ass play and I needed it now, just a little to make me ready.
So pulling my knees way up, almost lifting my butt off the bed so that my ass perched in the air, I reached one hand down and probed my back pucker. Oh god yes, it shivered as soon as I brushed it, the pleats contracting wildly, as if anticipating Trent’s dick. But no, I didn’t have that to offer, a sad substitute would have to do, so slowly, oh so slowly, I edged a finger into my ass, sinking deep into the hot dryness, a trail of saliva coating my digit.
And oh god, it felt good. It felt so fucking good, my finger in my butt. I don’t know why I needed it so badly, before Trent I’d only had anal sex once and it’d been terrible, I’d screamed from pain and refused to do it again, my ass contracting in horror whenever I even thought about the experience.
But after the big man last night, everything changed, and my mind’s been cracked open. Maybe I’m not an anal aficionado quite yet, but I needed it now to get ready, to prep myself for the dildo on the way. Because I’d taken not just Trent’s fingers, but his dick back there throughout the night, welcoming it, my pussy creaming wetly as he fucked my bottom, making me scream as he slid it in again and again. And now, here I was alone, fingering myself in the taboo space, using the memory to get myself hot. And it did the trick. I was ready now. The finger in my butt revved me up and I reached for the toy then, positioning the flared head against my pussy, teasing my lips with it, nudging it between my folds.
And pressing slowly, I began to push. Oh god, I was still sore from Trent’s huge dick and there was an achy feeling, a tender spot inside, a sweet painful pulse. But it felt really good, it made me all woman, completely feminine, and I only wanted more. So taking a deep breath, I spread my legs a little further, lifting my knees a bit, and pushed again with the dildo, the toy sinking deeper into my hot channel.
My eyes fluttered closed, a sigh escaping my lips. Because oh god, it felt amazing, the fullness, the invasion up my wetly creaming interior. And squeezing my eyes shut once more, slowly, oh so slowly, I pushed again, whispering Trent’s name as I pushed the dick upwards, sliding the entire rubber shaft inside until the only thing that showed was the flared base, a small sliver of rubber protruding obscenely from my pussy lips.
And oh fuck, but it looked so good when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was on my back, knees raised, thighs split, with a huge toy embedded in my cunt, squeezing tight, the pink flesh swollen, wet, glistening in the low lights, with a finger still up my butt. Oh my god, I could literally feel the dildo through my vaginal walls, the hard stiffness as I finger fucked myself as the dildo fucked my cunt. Mmm, it was so disgustingly nasty yet such a filthy turn-on, and I squealed slightly, shifting my hips again, fucked so good.
And it was then that I heard a low chuckle by the door, an unmistakable throaty rumble. My head snapped around immediately, brown eyes wide, gasping as I took in Trent standing in the doorway, huge, dark, bronzed chest gleaming in the dim light, the front of his pajama pants tented with lust.
“Miz Sands,” he rumbled throatily, blue eyes seizing mine. “Why didn’t you say you needed some help? I would have been more than happy.”
And instead of going shy, acting like I was offended or that he’d caught me off guard, instead I rolled with it, giving in to the wanton woman within.
“Trent,” I breathed, caramel gaze beckoning to him, nipples stiff with desire, pussy open and bare for him to see, my nudity almost obscene with a huge dildo stuffed in my cunt. “Come in,” I murmured.
And just like that, the big man was on me in an instant, his massive form on the bed, hands everywhere, hot, hard, hungry … and I couldn’t wait to give myself to him again.