I should have been suspicious when my girlfriend started avoiding sex with me, but she kept distracting me with blowjobs. Every time I'd try to start something, she would say she was tired, or had a headache or just didn't feel like it. But she would always offer to suck my cock instead. I didn't want to be the guy who complained about getting too many blowjobs. So, I just went along with it.A few weeks later, we still hadn't had sex. I casually asked her about it, but she just said there was nothing wrong, and offered me another blowjob. So, I was okay for a while longer. But after another few weeks, it was clear something was up. Her behavior was perfectly normal in all other respects. She just didn't want to have actual intercourse with me. That made me think she was either cheating, or she had some kind of health issue. Either way, I needed to know what was going on. So, I finally confronted her and wouldn't back down. She tried telling me nothing was wrong, but eventually she saw that I wasn't going to let it go. We sat down on the couch, she took my hand, looked into my eyes and began to explain.
"Baby, I love you," she started. "And there is no one else in my life or in my bed. After we got together, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I would never cheat on you." Here she leaned in and kissed me, then got a curious kind of embarrassed look on her face and gathered her thoughts before continuing."You know I was with other guys before you. Mostly losers. But they all had one physical aspect in common. They were ... big." She said that last part apologetically.Here, I want to point out that I am not exactly small. I've got a full six and a half inches, and I know how to use it.
"I knew you were ... not as big. I just didn't think it would matter since I love everything else about you. I thought it would be fine. But after a while I started to miss the feeling of being completely full and even stretched out. I really do love making love with you, baby.""Despite the fact that my cock hasn't been in your pussy for about six weeks?" I asked pointedly."Yeah," she said quietly. "I'm sorry about that. I love you and I didn't want to hurt you, and I couldn't cheat on you, but I needed something to make me feel like before. So ... I bought a toy."
"Well, I am happy that you're not really cheating," I said slowly. "And I do want you to feel satisfied. But you didn't have to hide it from me. In fact, I think I'd kind of like to watch you use it."At this revelation, she smiled, let out a great sign of relief, and hugged me. "God that is a load off my mind. If I had known you'd be okay with it, I'd have told you way sooner." Then she kissed me as hard and as hot as the first time we made love.After making out for a while, things were starting to get hot. She got up and lead me into the bedroom, pulling her shirt off along the way. Soon, we were completely naked, rolling around on the bed groping each other. I slid down between her legs and started licking her slit and sucking her clit.
"Oh God, your tongue is making me so hot." Here she pulled away from me and rolled over to get something out of her nightstand. When she rolled back to show me her toy, I was stunned. It was easily eight inches long, and probably an inch and a half thick. Not monstrous, but substantially bigger than my own personal cock. It was thick and with a big head, and veins twisting around the sides. And the way she looked at it was the way I wished she would look at me. She produced some lube and lovingly applied it to the dildo, rubbing her hand up and down it in the most sensual way I had ever seen a woman touch a piece of latex.
"Ready for the show?" she said looking at me slyly. Without waiting for an answer, she positioned the fake cock at her entrance and slid the head between her lips. She took a quick deep breath and pushed it a bit deeper. Then she started moving it slowly in and out, taking a bit more with each stroke. Eventually, she had it all, and she looked amazing. She started aggressively fucking herself with the dildo. Harder and faster than I had ever seen. Soon, she was slamming it as deep as it would go and thrusting her hips up off the bed with each stroke. She seemed possessed. Her head was thrashing from side to side, and she was making noises I had never heard her make before. Finally, with one last hard thrust, she came with a deep loud screaming grunt that I'm sure the neighbors heard.
When she was finished, I realized I was just sitting there staring at the big toy in her pussy. And my cock was harder than it had ever been. Without waiting, I climbed over her, and put my erection right in her face, almost demanding a blowjob. She eagerly obliged, grabbing my rod and wrapping her lips around my head. I was so hot, I knew I wouldn't last long. But the way she sucked me, I probably would have blown quickly anyway. She gripped my shaft, almost too hard, and stroked it, almost too hard. And she sucked like she was starving for cum. I fired my load down her throat and growled while I was doing it.
It was only after I rolled off her, that I realized she still had the toy embedded in her pussy. As we lay there sweaty and breathing hard I thought, "Maybe the toy isn't such a bad thing." After that, we started having sex two or three times a week. Her, me, and the toy. The details varied quite a bit, but each session followed the same general pattern. I'd get her hot. She'd fuck herself silly with the dildo. Then she'd give me a fantastic blowjob. And sometimes, she'd fuck herself again. She always fell asleep with a big smile on her face. I was glad she was happy. I was glad we were doing this together. It somehow made us feel closer as a couple. Of course, the only problem was that my cock was still not getting in her pussy.
