Jennifer and the Red Leviathan

It was a cold rainy night as Jennifer Connolly tucked in her six year old son. She pulled the blankets tightly over him so that they were nice and neat. As she smoothed the blankets flat and kissed her son Sam she felt a calling in her nether regions. She really had to hurry this up. “Mommy will you read me a story before I go to bed?” Sam asked while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“No dear you need to get right off to sleep you have school tomorrow,” Jennifer replied in the tone only a mother can muster.

“How about a song to sing me to sleep mommy?” Sam pleaded while putting on a cute pouty face.

Jennifer hated denying her little boy, especially since her recent divorce from her husband, but she had other matters to attend to. “Hmm...can I turn on the radio for you instead? “ she said in the sweet way that mother’s have.

“Alright...” the child said in mock exasperation as she turned the radio on.

She found a Christian hymn station and turned it up a little louder then usual as she moved around feeling that she had missed sex more than she had noticed. Her husband was fairly well endowed. Just the memory began making her damp. “Mommy?” sam asked curiously.

“Oh sorry hun,” Jennifer said. She had been daydreaming. She need to put him to bed so she could tame her inner longing. She hoped he would finally go to bed and leave her to it. “Now say your prayers then go to bed. Ok hun?” she said sweetly while backing out of the room, closing the door, and turning out the lights. She paused with her ear to the door verifying that he wasn’t getting up. Once she had him in bed, he was there for the night. She tip-toed a few steps from the door and then broke out into a hectic run. She need to attend to herself badly.

She went in her bedroom, locked and closed the door, and strode over to her closet as swiftly and quietly as she could in her urgency. It had been far too long since she had any form of sex. She opened the doors and kneeled in her closet. While brushing her shoulder-length brown hair out of her eyes, she dug through her closet. Her pussy ached for attention. She absent mindedly rub her nipples through her tight pink top. It had been nearly three months and she could not stand one more second of it.

She sighed in relief, her 34C chest heaving, as she found what she was looking for. It was an old shoe box. She nervously opened it and pulled out a large dildo. At the sight of it she began forming mental pictures of what it would be like to be fucked by this monstrosity. It was red and about eight and a half inches long, made of a soft transparent latex. As she gazed at it her pussy grew even wetter. Her tits bounced a bit as she stood up.

Her friends had bought it for her a few years back for her birthday. She had never used this before for a few reasons. For one she had always been well taken care of by her husband Tom and secondly because the thought of this thing in her terrified her, especially because she had never masturbated before. She felt that God would be ashamed of her if she did, but now she was desperate. She was even more afraid of dating after her recent divorce than being fucked by this red leviathan.

She found a pair of scissors in her dresser drawer and started cutting the dildo out of its package. The scissors cut through the caution labels and details of the dildo as she sat there impatiently waiting for this to be unwrapped. She thought of what a cruel irony it was that for so long she had rejected the use of this and now she couldn’t open the package, as if it were now rejecting her (she had issues with rejection).

Finally as her scissors cut across the phrase “GUARANTEED TO MAKE YOU CUM OR YOUR MONEY BACK” she was able to rip it free of its container. “Who would return a used dildo and still have their dignity?” she thought to herself. She took it in both hands like it was some kind of magic scepter fixing all her problems. She knew that it would solve her problems for a minute or two or however long her orgasm lasted, because when she did orgasm the world seemed 1,000 miles away.

Finally she unbuttoned her tight short-shorts and slid them down her thighs, kicking them across the room as they touched the floor. She hastily removed her top, while her breasts broke free of the pressure and seemed to bounce in relief.

She stood in front of the floor length mirror at the end of her bed and looked at her body mentally preparing herself for what she was about to do, for she was very nervous. She was thirty but she looked twenty. Though she had no confidence in her own body many men seemed to, as she was the very definition of an hour-glass figure herself.

At last she laid down on the bed with her feet flat and her knees in the air. She looked down at her laced blue panties and slid them aside as to see her nearly bald pussy. It was completely smooth except one short line of hair running down the center. She just now realized how wet she had been. Her juices had been running down her legs in little trails.

She brought both hands down to her lips and spread them. Jennifer slowly slid the dildo’s head into her eagerly awaiting cunt when she heard a soft hymn floating down the hall from Sam’s room. Suddenly she had a pang of guilt, but found she could not stop sliding the monster into her pussy. With a cry of frustration she gave way and thought, “To Hell with god this is more important.”

She slid the dildo deeper into her cunt as she began breathing faster. She needed to cum so bad she could taste it. She began running the thing faster and deeper into her drooling cunt. As she did this she began to squirm, her hips snaking side to side. She abruptly slammed the entire thing into her pussy. She gasped in pain and pleasure. She had never had something thing large inside her before!

She slid it in and out of her pussy building speed. Her wrist and arm began hurting, but any pain she felt no longer mattered. Her cunt was practically oozing with pleasure as she fucked her self with this dildo. She began to moan slightly as she masturbated. She built to full speed and was now in complete ecstacy as she felt over-whelming joy. She slid one hand to her pussy and the brought it back to her mouth. She licked her juices off her fingers and moaned. She loved her own taste and could see how men could be addicted to it.

She switched from her right to her left hand as she was getting tired. Jennifer never knew it could be this much work. She discovered that the strength of her left hand was greater than her right, as she rammed her cunt brutally with this beastly birthday present. She moaned loudly hoping that Sam’s music was loud enough to cover her cries of erotic pleasure.

As she reached down with her right hand to rub her clit she bumped the end of the dildo. Without warning the great latex creature began vibrating. She gasped again. Suddenly she wondered if a person could die of sensory overload from sexual contact. Then the thought was driven from her mind as ecstacy seized control.

Suddenly she felt her climax approaching. She pounded the beast into her cunt faster and harder than ever while beginning to fuck it with her hips. She rocked into it like she would a man. Though no man had ever brought her pleasure like this. Certainly not her ex-husband Tom. Her firm ass all but literally bounced off the bed as she fucked herself with all the strength one has when in merciless mid-orgasm.

Her cunt twitched and spasmed and gripped the monster that she was fucking herself with. Then it ended. She collapsed breathing like she had just run a marathon. She smiled and then laughed at herself and what she had just done. She didn’t care if God frowned on what she had just done. “Who cares it was a sin?” She thought to herself, “I loved every second of it and I needed it.” With what little energy she had left she stood up, turned off the dildo, washed and wiped it, and put it back away safely in her closet. She wiped herself off and then not even bothering to put a nightgown on curled up under her covers and fell to sleep, but not before thinking that she would be doing this quite often now. She slept with a most contented smile on her face.