Dildo Fucking: I Just Turned 18 and Fucked Myself With a Dildo for the First Time

I’d been imagining this night, for years. I was curious about sex – about how it made people feel, about what it could do to them and their bodies. But I’d never had a chance to try it.

Come of age, and I took matters into my own hands at the day I turned 18. For as long as I could remember – and for a while after that – I had been shy, self-effacing, introspective, quiet. Put your head together and spin it around Until I was ready to – you know – find out who I was.

Afraid and excited, I went to the adult store after school. If you’ve never been inside such a place, it was probably more dramatic than you can imagine, not unlike coming to your first orgy or a sex club. My heart beat even faster as I walked in for the first time. You are entering into the world of dirty, naughty things you only existed for in preteen dreams.

I looked from side to side, my face burning with shame and desire, until I found it, and all I paid attention to along the way was my choice: a dildo. Silky glossy skin, a head shaped like a penis, veiny shaft. In my pussy, I had already become wet and open. After paying and escaping the premises, a mask of bored, disapproving sniffiness firmly glued into place, I headed straight for home.

Back home, I locked myself in my bedroom and took off my clothes down to my panties, flopped back on the bed and inserted the dildo in one hand while my phone was already open to my favourite porn video. My vajayjay was all warm and ready, but my cock, ugh, my cock, it was all fleshy and humpy and lovin’ to be handled. Slowly I took in my cock and began to gently study it, twirling it and watching it glow back at me. Just one touch was making my heart race. And yet, that was all I was capable of. It was as though I had never held a cock before in my entire life and had never seen one outside of porn, to be found only in a brief-case (a really nice bloody long brief-case, with a lock and key on it), and even then it was at least, or maybe about two feet long; whereas my cock was clearly barely six inches. And as I moved around some more in bed, my breasts continued to sway, as though absolutely nothing at all had changed. Cock, breasts, tits, whatever – wank it all. So I placed my head at the edge of my bed, my cock gently swaying, upper thighs outstretched and courteously open, and I inserted the dildo, pretty much hoping fervently that it wouldn’t run out in my butt; and then promptly worried that I would never get it out.

I rubbed my fingers up and down the dildo, feeling its smooth surface and how its heft would fill me. I was already so wet, my panties so soaked with my arousal. I pulled them off, tossing them aside, and spread my legs far apart.

It started with me taking my time doing nothing but using the tip of my dildo to tease myself, making oval patterns around my clit, gently yet firmly, making me gasp with pleasure. I was so lubricated I was like a fountain. The toy just passed smoothly over my pussy lips; my juices coated it with each movement.

I needed it: the feeling of it sliding in me, filling me, with the devastation of orgasm. I put the dildo to the opening of my entrance and held my breath. I pushed it inside.

It was massive. Much bigger than I thought it was going to be. It spread my pussy wide open, filling me so full, and I began moving it in and out, fucking myself with the dildo while I moaned and writhed around on the bed.

For a while, I went very, very slow, marvelling to myself at how this dildo filled me as I felt nothing but the steady push and pull of the shaft, my mind caressing it with relaxing thoughts. I closed my eyes, picturing that it was really a real cock, a real man fucking me, filling me, making me feel good, and I sigh and moan a little, like someone who works at a sexshop but is also a cum-loving slut deep down, and lets out little moans and whimpers as I moved the dildo in, picturing the feel of a real man’s balls slamming against my ass as he pumped it in and out of me.

However, my desire soon took over and I could no longer resist. I needed more, harder, faster, so I picked up the rubber penis and started fucking myself, thrusting the phallic shaft in and out of my fluttering pussy. My extremely wet, slippery pussy went messy and opened up its mouth for the rock-hard penis. My moans and groans echoed as the PC muscle churned faster and faster, wet and dripping.

My fingers dived down, clutching my clit and squeezing it lightly, swirling it in tight circles. I could feel it. I was so close. My orgasm was about to burst open, like a rippling wave threatening to expand and consume me.

And finally, just at the crucial moment, as I entered her – I came. I shrieked and shook with ecstasy, orgasms washing over me, wave upon wave until my brain stopped working. I had never had such an intense and overwhelming experience. I was hooked.

I lay there, exhausted and pulsing, the dildo still inside me. I had done it, fucked myself for the first time. It was even better than any fantasy I’d ever had. And I couldn’t wait to do it again, to get to know exactly what sensations would cause my body to shake and burn with pleasure.

I had found something out about myself, something that filled me with enjoyment and happiness. And I was eager to find out more, to see where this adventure would take me and what other things I might discover.

I pulled the dildo out, wiped it off and put it away, and went back to bed with the same grin on my face with which I drifted off to sleep. I had uncovered a new piece of the puzzle that is me. I was excited to see where it would lead.