agp_millie
03-23-2004, 05:46 AM
But hope i can upload as an attach.
Stretching organically
VEGGIES
God I loved this. I mean Jack’s cock was nice but the way he was wiggling two fingers inside me was a whole new experience. One of his fingers kept brushing across my cervix. That had been irritating at first but now was very stimulating. I don’t think I had ever been this wet before.
I had no interest in shaving or even trimming my pussy hair, which is extremely long and full. Sometimes that made penetration difficult but so much wetness was flowing from me there was no problem. I lunged at his fingers, humping against his hand. He flicked my clitoris with his thumb and I was in heaven. I told him to slow down, as I did not want to orgasm yet, the feeling was too good.
He slowed his movements and very slowly withdrew his fingers. I tried to follow his fingers, I did not want them out of me, but he kept pulling out. He was doing it so slowly, it was agonizingly erotic. When his fingers left me and my pussy closed shut I almost came. He stroked my body with his wet fingers, leaving a cool trail in the wake of his hand.
Slowly he moved back towards my vagina and rubbed his fingers across my opening. I was so wet, his fingers sliding over my slimy opening flapped my lips back and forth. Normally my slit is just that, a line where my vagina is but now my lips had expanded out, forming two pronounced ridges on either side of my pussy. His movements changed to an up and down motion as my lips parted. The sound his fingers made in my squishy wetness fed my senses.
My vagina opened to him and he pressed two fingers just inside me. I liked how easily I opened to his touch as he played with the opening to my inside. I hunched against his fingers, trying to work them inside. He slowly slid them in further only this time they seemed to resist going in. I pushed harder against them as he also pressed against my pussy. They felt so tight I was wondering what was happening. Then as they entered a little further I realized that he was trying to work a third one in.
He made a little progress but then it got to tight. I gasped out to him to push harder, not believing this was I talking. Sweet little me, a petite 27 year old woman who enjoyed sex but was hardly consumed by it was getting off like never before on his fingers! He probably had all three fingers inside me an inch or so when my body began thrashing. I begged him to push in further but he couldn’t, I was too tight. I felt him pumping in and out but he couldn’t penetrate deeper. I doubled up as my orgasm overcame me, squeezing my legs on his hand, holding his fingers tightly inside me. I rocked up and down as the orgasm diminished to the occasional shudder, the slightest movement of his hand sending shivers coursing through my body.
When I finally collapsed back onto the bed I nearly died of shame. I couldn’t believe how wanton I had felt. This just wasn’t me. Jack was clearly amazed at my behavior. Usually our sex consisted of some foreplay, then maybe me kissing his manhood, with him finally penetrating me until he came. I had never gotten this wet nor asked him to do anything. I covered my face with my hands, my head propped up on the pillows, too embarrassed to look at him. He climbed ontop of me, his cock hard and sank it deep inside me. His breathing was heavy and fast, clearly excited.
He braced himself up on his hands and pumped frantically inside me. The noises of my sopping vagina got to me and I uncovered my eyes and looked down. My vaginal lips were huge, clinging to his penis every time he withdrew it from me. My long pubic hair clung to his shaft also, mixing with his when he went in then following his penis out. For the first time I felt myself nearing orgasm while he penetrated me. I was growing closer to a second orgasm when he came. Moments later he was laying on top of me, collapsing after his cum.
Fifteen minutes later Jack was out the door heading back to his place. I hadn’t even bothered to get up, unwilling to face him after my sluttish behavior. I lay there for the longest time. Mulling over what had happened to me. I usually didn’t even break a sweat during sex, now I felt like a whore. Finally I got up and started to clean up after our date. I picked my clothes up and threw them in the hamper and started to the kitchen with some dishes. I had not bothered to dress, another thing I had never done before. As I moved around my upper thighs rubbed slickly against each other, lubricated by the combination of our wetness leaking from inside me.
I couldn’t shake the erotic feelings that had consumed me earlier. I stood in the kitchen and stroked my self. Usually I masturbated by rubbing my clitoris but this time I pushed a couple fingers inside me. My vagina felt different some how, and then I realized that my vaginal lips were still enlarged. I bent over to look at them but couldn’t really see that well, to awkward of a position and the long thick pubic hair obscuring my view. Going into the bathroom I set a hand mirror on the toilet seat and straddling the seat looked down. The insides of my thighs were shiny, my hair was matted and two thick lips sticking out a good inch were framing my opening. I grasped a lip with each hand and pulled them apart to reveal the pinkness of my pussy. As I pulled further my vagina popped open, forming an opening easily the size of a nickel.
As I watched I slid two fingers easily inside. Fascinated, I pumped them in and out, then added a third finger. My smaller fingers slipped inside and I frigged myself. I felt my fingers slipping in more easily as I produced more liquid and heard that delicious squishy sound. My legs started to quiver a bit as I grew more excited and little pats of my moisture landed on the mirror. I kept this up until my shaking legs were ready to give out and my view of the mirror was obscured by a thick layer of juices that had dropped from inside me.
I dashed into the bedroom, threw myself onto my bed and resumed frigging myself. Every so often the heel of my hand mashed against my clitoris and sent shocks through my body. I could feel the unnatural bulk of my enlarged lips against my palm, all of this feeding my excitement. I tried inserting a fourth finger but couldn’t get it inside. Frantically I masturbated, trying to bring on my orgasm. My legs were stretched out, rigid, my toes clenched. I worked hard, my hand a blur, unable to reach orgasm. My movements became erratic as fatigue set in until I could no longer keep up the pace. I collapsed in exhaustion, unable to continue, frustrated.
I lay there a minute catching my breath then headed into the kitchen. I grabbed an Italian cucumber off the counter, returned to the bedroom and slid it in. Eventhough it was a little thicker than jack’s penis it still entered easily. I realized that I had opened myself further than I normally had and was thrilled by this. I may have been embarrassed in front of Jack but I was shameless in my privacy.
I began to masturbate with the cuke, sinking it in deeply. I experienced a shock of pain when it hit my cervix but couldn’t stop. Each time I hit it the pain was less until it became an erotic feeling. I pumped it in more deeply, holding it hard against my cervix and bumping it tightly. I was in deep, but not sure how deep. Sitting up a bit I peered between my legs pushing the cuke in as deeply as possible and slid my fingers down to my opening. Slowly I withdrew it. My lips and hair clung to it, extending far from my body. Endlessly it seemed to slide out. When it was all the way out I looked at it unbelievingly. From my fingers to the tip was a six-inch shaft of slick, shiny green cucumber.
continued next page ...Edited by moderator - sorry had to move it from picture thread!
Stretching organically
VEGGIES
God I loved this. I mean Jack’s cock was nice but the way he was wiggling two fingers inside me was a whole new experience. One of his fingers kept brushing across my cervix. That had been irritating at first but now was very stimulating. I don’t think I had ever been this wet before.
I had no interest in shaving or even trimming my pussy hair, which is extremely long and full. Sometimes that made penetration difficult but so much wetness was flowing from me there was no problem. I lunged at his fingers, humping against his hand. He flicked my clitoris with his thumb and I was in heaven. I told him to slow down, as I did not want to orgasm yet, the feeling was too good.
He slowed his movements and very slowly withdrew his fingers. I tried to follow his fingers, I did not want them out of me, but he kept pulling out. He was doing it so slowly, it was agonizingly erotic. When his fingers left me and my pussy closed shut I almost came. He stroked my body with his wet fingers, leaving a cool trail in the wake of his hand.
Slowly he moved back towards my vagina and rubbed his fingers across my opening. I was so wet, his fingers sliding over my slimy opening flapped my lips back and forth. Normally my slit is just that, a line where my vagina is but now my lips had expanded out, forming two pronounced ridges on either side of my pussy. His movements changed to an up and down motion as my lips parted. The sound his fingers made in my squishy wetness fed my senses.
My vagina opened to him and he pressed two fingers just inside me. I liked how easily I opened to his touch as he played with the opening to my inside. I hunched against his fingers, trying to work them inside. He slowly slid them in further only this time they seemed to resist going in. I pushed harder against them as he also pressed against my pussy. They felt so tight I was wondering what was happening. Then as they entered a little further I realized that he was trying to work a third one in.
He made a little progress but then it got to tight. I gasped out to him to push harder, not believing this was I talking. Sweet little me, a petite 27 year old woman who enjoyed sex but was hardly consumed by it was getting off like never before on his fingers! He probably had all three fingers inside me an inch or so when my body began thrashing. I begged him to push in further but he couldn’t, I was too tight. I felt him pumping in and out but he couldn’t penetrate deeper. I doubled up as my orgasm overcame me, squeezing my legs on his hand, holding his fingers tightly inside me. I rocked up and down as the orgasm diminished to the occasional shudder, the slightest movement of his hand sending shivers coursing through my body.
When I finally collapsed back onto the bed I nearly died of shame. I couldn’t believe how wanton I had felt. This just wasn’t me. Jack was clearly amazed at my behavior. Usually our sex consisted of some foreplay, then maybe me kissing his manhood, with him finally penetrating me until he came. I had never gotten this wet nor asked him to do anything. I covered my face with my hands, my head propped up on the pillows, too embarrassed to look at him. He climbed ontop of me, his cock hard and sank it deep inside me. His breathing was heavy and fast, clearly excited.
He braced himself up on his hands and pumped frantically inside me. The noises of my sopping vagina got to me and I uncovered my eyes and looked down. My vaginal lips were huge, clinging to his penis every time he withdrew it from me. My long pubic hair clung to his shaft also, mixing with his when he went in then following his penis out. For the first time I felt myself nearing orgasm while he penetrated me. I was growing closer to a second orgasm when he came. Moments later he was laying on top of me, collapsing after his cum.
Fifteen minutes later Jack was out the door heading back to his place. I hadn’t even bothered to get up, unwilling to face him after my sluttish behavior. I lay there for the longest time. Mulling over what had happened to me. I usually didn’t even break a sweat during sex, now I felt like a whore. Finally I got up and started to clean up after our date. I picked my clothes up and threw them in the hamper and started to the kitchen with some dishes. I had not bothered to dress, another thing I had never done before. As I moved around my upper thighs rubbed slickly against each other, lubricated by the combination of our wetness leaking from inside me.
I couldn’t shake the erotic feelings that had consumed me earlier. I stood in the kitchen and stroked my self. Usually I masturbated by rubbing my clitoris but this time I pushed a couple fingers inside me. My vagina felt different some how, and then I realized that my vaginal lips were still enlarged. I bent over to look at them but couldn’t really see that well, to awkward of a position and the long thick pubic hair obscuring my view. Going into the bathroom I set a hand mirror on the toilet seat and straddling the seat looked down. The insides of my thighs were shiny, my hair was matted and two thick lips sticking out a good inch were framing my opening. I grasped a lip with each hand and pulled them apart to reveal the pinkness of my pussy. As I pulled further my vagina popped open, forming an opening easily the size of a nickel.
As I watched I slid two fingers easily inside. Fascinated, I pumped them in and out, then added a third finger. My smaller fingers slipped inside and I frigged myself. I felt my fingers slipping in more easily as I produced more liquid and heard that delicious squishy sound. My legs started to quiver a bit as I grew more excited and little pats of my moisture landed on the mirror. I kept this up until my shaking legs were ready to give out and my view of the mirror was obscured by a thick layer of juices that had dropped from inside me.
I dashed into the bedroom, threw myself onto my bed and resumed frigging myself. Every so often the heel of my hand mashed against my clitoris and sent shocks through my body. I could feel the unnatural bulk of my enlarged lips against my palm, all of this feeding my excitement. I tried inserting a fourth finger but couldn’t get it inside. Frantically I masturbated, trying to bring on my orgasm. My legs were stretched out, rigid, my toes clenched. I worked hard, my hand a blur, unable to reach orgasm. My movements became erratic as fatigue set in until I could no longer keep up the pace. I collapsed in exhaustion, unable to continue, frustrated.
I lay there a minute catching my breath then headed into the kitchen. I grabbed an Italian cucumber off the counter, returned to the bedroom and slid it in. Eventhough it was a little thicker than jack’s penis it still entered easily. I realized that I had opened myself further than I normally had and was thrilled by this. I may have been embarrassed in front of Jack but I was shameless in my privacy.
I began to masturbate with the cuke, sinking it in deeply. I experienced a shock of pain when it hit my cervix but couldn’t stop. Each time I hit it the pain was less until it became an erotic feeling. I pumped it in more deeply, holding it hard against my cervix and bumping it tightly. I was in deep, but not sure how deep. Sitting up a bit I peered between my legs pushing the cuke in as deeply as possible and slid my fingers down to my opening. Slowly I withdrew it. My lips and hair clung to it, extending far from my body. Endlessly it seemed to slide out. When it was all the way out I looked at it unbelievingly. From my fingers to the tip was a six-inch shaft of slick, shiny green cucumber.
continued next page ...Edited by moderator - sorry had to move it from picture thread!