Sarah was twenty-two, home from college for the weekend, and the house was dead quiet. Her mom had left for a work trip that morning, and Sarah had the place to herself until Sunday. She wandered upstairs after lunch, bored and restless, and ended up in her mom's bedroom looking for a spare charger.
The nightstand drawer was half-open. Inside, under some old magazines, was a thick, flesh-colored dildo. It was massive—easily ten inches long, veined, with a wide flared base and a suction cup at the bottom. Sarah stared at it for a second, then pulled it out. The weight of it surprised her. It felt real in her hand, warm from being in the drawer.
She sat on the edge of the bed and turned it over. No way her mom used this thing. It was too big. But the thought made her cunt twitch anyway. Sarah had been single for months and horny as hell. She kicked off her shorts and panties, spread her legs, and pressed the head against her slit.
It was dry at first. She spit on it, rubbed the head up and down her pussy lips until it slid easier, then pushed. The first inch stretched her open wide. She hissed and kept going, working it in slow, rocking her hips. By the third inch her clit was throbbing and her juices were coating the shaft.
Sarah lay back on the bed, knees up, and shoved more of it inside. It felt obscene how much room it took up. She bottomed out with still a couple inches left and just held it there, clenching around the thickness. Then she started fucking herself with it—long, steady strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming it back in.
The wet sounds filled the room.
She reached down with her free hand and rubbed her clit in tight circles while she pounded the dildo deeper. Every thrust made her gasp. She imagined someone watching her, imagined her mom walking in and seeing her daughter stretched on that huge cock. The thought made her cunt clamp down hard.
She rolled onto her stomach, pushed the dildo back in from behind, and ground against the mattress. The angle hit something deep and perfect. She fucked herself faster, ass up, face buried in the sheets, moaning loud and filthy. Her orgasm hit sudden and brutal—she shook, thighs trembling, cunt pulsing around the thick silicone until she couldn't take any more.
Sarah pulled the dildo out slowly, watching her cream stretch in strings from her hole to the shaft. She licked it clean without thinking, tasting herself, then wiped it off and put it back exactly where she'd found it. Her legs were still shaky when she stood up.
She spent the rest of the afternoon in her own room, replaying it, already planning to sneak back in tomorrow.
