I’m Stuffed: Part 2 of the story behind r/insertions

My image in the mirror reminded me that during sex, he will stop while his cock is halfway in and take his fingers to spread my pussy. He watches intently when he does, and I asked later on why. He said that he enjoyed the contrast of my dark lips against his pale white cock. Being Pacific Islander, my skin is brown and my pussy lips are darker. When aroused, it opens up to reveal a bright pink inside: a hole that glistens to be penetrated and a swollen clit asking for attention. Against a white cock, I can see the appeal. You can see how hungry my little pussy looks in my past posts, and it while this story is from a few years back she has never stopped looking hungry when aroused.

Admittedly, I’ve never had a man say it was artistic value that turned him on, but it explained the beautiful dick pics. I loved how he took time posing, making his cock look enticing. My mouth waters just thinking of them, because I love using my mouth. The same thing happens when I see a particularly appealing pussy, with a swollen clit begging to be tongued. Knowing his eye for art and being a creative person myself I also tried to send artistic pictures but I have limited creativity with closeups. This bright yellow vegetable was a chance to show off a little.

Slapping my pussy a little harder this time, my clit stood out between the lips indignant at the rude awakening. I gave her one another slap before I dipped my middle finger into that pool of juices near the entrance. I started rubbing lightly, slowly in small circles. I was enjoying the obscene visual stimulus: my pink clit peeking out from the dark lips, and my legs spread in a lewd invite to play. My tits have large nipples that love to be sucked, and they jiggled when I moved. I was raised Catholic and the idea of flouting everything I was taught is a kink in itself.

Little circles, but not too fast. I worked it from under, barely touching it now. Occasionally dipping back near my hole to stay slick , but not penetrating. I put my right leg behind my head for better leverage. I held three fingers flat, perpendicular to my slit and began to strum up and down, again not too fast. Each stroke either direction was a triple flick against the sensitive bud and I was moaning softly.

I watched myself only through the mirror, and seeing the bigger picture was erotic Honestly, I was just masturbating but this was different. Maybe anticipating the pain of being stretched past my comfort zone was adding to it. I alternated between a single finger moving in sweet circles, and the three going up and down. I treated my clit lovingly as if to apologize for the rough treatment, as if to make up for all the times somebody else ignored it. I was so wet, every time I moved my hand away I could see a string of my own cream.

If I continued this, I risked cumming to soon. I was tempted, I won’t lie. I love watching my clit and hole contract during orgasm, but I was on a mission. I went back to an indelicate slap to take it down a notch. I needed to work with the squash or I was going to peak and possibly lose interest. I took a quick picture through the mirror and sent it off. I wanted him to see the full picture this time, but I ignored his messages to keep his imagination going.

I grabbed the squash and spat on it. It wasn’t much thicker than my partner or a Red Bull can, but it had no give. I positioned my legs comfortably apart and started rubbing the vegetable against my clit. It was still damp from when I washed it, the little droplets of water kissing my pussy. The coolness was a nice contrast from the heat of my sex. It took me down another notch, and grateful to have the orgasm staved off I held the thick end against my patient little hole. I twisted it, feeling the ridges of the vegetable at the entrance.

I pressed it into me, but I underestimated my challenge. I was ready, and I waited long enough that my hole was hungry. I was aching for penetration, but I wasn’t stretching enough right away. It didn’t hurt in a bad way, in fact the pain was delicious and I wanted more. I needed more. With the other hand I took a short clip of me trying to violate my own pussy, and in the background frustrated squeals when it fought to keep the yellow monster out. I sent it along with a message that the door was unlocked, but I wasn’t going to stop until it was in me. If he wanted a chance to fuck me with it, come over now.

(To be continued)

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