Sunny day
Lena squeezed her eyes shut and stretched; the May sun was shining right in her eyes. She rolled over to the other side with the thought that she had done the right thing by dropping out of her second year of college two months ago. Her parents were categorically against it, believing that a slender, petite, and pretty 18-year-old girl should be studying at a university—it had escalated into a terrible scandal. Fortunately, she was quite professionally designing websites and successfully freelancing; her earnings were enough to rent a room from a guy whose parents had died in an accident, leaving him confined to a wheelchair in a three-room apartment, and to make ends meet, he rented out one room to her. Thinking
about the apartment owner, she remembered her boyfriend, whom she had broken up with over a month ago; he also thought her place was at the university, they argued endlessly, and she didn't regret the breakup. There was only one downside to all of this: she really missed sex, and when, a week ago, she stopped taking birth control pills, it became really tough. What her gynecologist had warned her about happened—a wild hormonal surge. Because of this, her breasts, which had always been almost a C-cup, swelled and increased to a D-cup; her small, neat pink nipples swelled and grew larger, and yesterday they even started leaking milk. On top of that, she was currently ovulating, which made her desire utterly wild, to the point where her mind was clouded. Yesterday, almost out of her mind with arousal and desire, she went into a sex shop and bought herself a dildo; compared to her old, thin vibrator, it was almost twice, maybe even two and a half times thicker. But she hadn't dared to use it that night. And now, as desire began to build in her lower abdomen, she reached for it, and just as she took it in her hands, there was a knock on the door, and Misha, the apartment owner, said:"Good morning! Lena, are you awake? I'm inviting you to the table. It's my birthday today!"
"Sorry, I have an urgent project, I can't right now!" she said the first thing that came to mind, just to avoid getting out of bed. There was a moment of silence, and then:
"Please, just for a few minutes, I have no one else to celebrate with, I have no one left," Misha said in a quiet, sad voice. And suddenly she felt very sorry for this guy—calm, quiet, and delicate.
"Okay, I'll come in a few minutes," Lena said and regretfully set the dildo aside on the chair near the door. She opened the closet, then, remembering that none of her bras would fit her now, took a simple white button-up blouse that, with difficulty, buttoned over her chest, and when she moved, the fabric pleasantly chilled her nipples. After a moment's thought, she set her panties aside, which made her chest warm with excitement, and put on a black bell-shaped skirt, two hand-widths above her knees.
"Misha, have you ever seen a naked girl?"
"No," he whispered barely audibly.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes," she read from his convulsively twitching lips.
"I'll show you something else," Lena whispered, no longer controlling herself from the animal lust that had taken over her. She jumped off the table, reached the room in a few steps, pulled off her skirt at the threshold, grabbed the large dildo in her hands, and ran back. Sitting on the table, she threw one leg over Misha's head and placed her feet on either side of him, giving him a view of her smooth pubic mound and swollen, moist labia, which had spread the folds of skin and parted slightly themselves, revealing something pink and glistening wetly. She brought the dildo to her vagina and began slowly inserting it, vaguely surprised at how easily it slipped into her—apparently due to the intense arousal and wild hormones in her blood. It entered her without resistance, easily parting the vaginal walls. Lena began moving and rocking it, enjoying the sensations; arousal kept building, and she moaned loudly and squeezed her eyes shut with pleasure, allowing lust to completely overwhelm her.
To intensify the sensations even more, she began rotating the dildo clockwise, feeling one end easily parting the walls inside her, while the other end, which she held in her hand, widened the entrance to her vagina more and more. She was getting wetter and wetter; lubrication was simply flowing out of her, her breath caught, and she didn't even have the strength to moan, but she quickened the pace, dreaming of coming, when suddenly her finger slipped. She tried to adjust her grip, moved awkwardly, pulled the dildo out of herself; it slid in her fingers and slipped out of her hand, falling onto the table. (Specially for etales.ru — .org) She opened her eyes to look for it and saw her reflection—her greatly enlarged, aroused nipples, from which milk now continuously seeped and dripped onto her stomach, flowing onto her widely spread thighs, between which, instead of neat pink folds of labia, her open, pulsating, and lubricant-oozing vulva, parted by several centimeters, throbbed. Without taking her eyes off it, mesmerized by the pulsating spasms, she fumbled her hand across the table, searching for the dildo, but her hand found something else. She pulled and retrieved an unlabeled bottle, probably 0.5 liters in volume, shaped like a cone, with a wider bottom that narrowed slightly toward the neck.
She brought it to her open vulva and saw that the bottom was about 1.5–2 centimeters wider than her open vagina. She angled the bottom and pressed with effort; slowly, with difficulty, it began to open her wider, and when only a couple of millimeters remained, she realized she couldn't stretch herself any further. With her last strength, desperately and with a drawn-out moan, she pressed, and the bottom entered her, filling her, while the vaginal walls stretched to the limit with a kind of pulling pain and indescribable pleasure simultaneously. And at that same moment, she felt the onset of an orgasm; it washed over her wave after wave, bringing no relief, only exciting her more, and Lena pushed the bottle deeper and deeper, and with every millimeter, her pleasure grew. And now, when the bottom reached her uterus, the walls around her cervix stretched so much that she felt her cervix opening; everything inside pulsed hotly, and the orgasm finally reached its peak. With a drawn-out moan, Lena convulsed in spasms and lost consciousness. Struggling to come to, she tried to move, but the slightest movement made the bottle brush against something inside her, and she was shaken by a new orgasm. After a second attempt, she whispered weakly:
"Misha, sweetie, please, take it out of me."
As if through a fog, barely aware of herself, Lena saw Misha, with excited, wildly darting, and burning eyes, looking at her, and then he took out his phone and started recording a video: He reached out and touched her swollen, swaying breasts, stroked them, began teasing her nipples, from which milk flowed, and then, cupping her breasts with his palms, he massaged them, gradually squeezing harder, pinched her nipples between his index and ring fingers, and then squeezed her breasts a little tighter, causing long, thin streams of milk to spray from her nipples, and moans of pleasure began to escape Lena's lips. After playing with her breasts and nipples, he moved down to her spread thighs, where, framed by moist labia, the neck of the bottle protruded from her vagina. Touching it, he gently rocked it with his fingers, admiring as convulsions ran through Lena's body. Gripping it firmly, he pulled the bottle toward himself and heard something sloshing inside; he watched as the entrance to her vagina stretched, opening wider and wider, and lubricant began to flow more heavily from it, as her labia arched and parted, revealing a large bead of her clitoris. Unable to resist, he pressed on it with his finger and teased it a little; in response, Lena arched her whole body, and as soon as he removed his finger, she collapsed onto the table.