Addicted to Massive Butt Plug Stretching

Annika was thirty-three and had not had a cock inside her in five years. The ache started as a dull throb after the last useless date and never left. Her pussy burned. It stayed swollen and empty and desperate to be filled, a constant low fire that made her shift in her chair at the architecture firm and press her thighs together until the seams of her pants bit. She stayed wet all the time. Not a polite sheen but a steady leak that turned her innermost panties into a sodden rag by ten in the morning. It got so bad she had to wear a few layers of panties every single day, three cotton pairs stacked tight, sometimes four when the burn spiked, just to keep her pants from showing a dark wet map across the crotch when she stood up from client meetings. Even then the juice worked through. She would feel the cold cling, duck into the restroom, peel the ruined stack off, and wad fresh ones on while her cunt pulsed and dripped onto the tile between her shoes.

That Thursday the layers failed early. By the time she left the office her pants were damp at the seams and the ache had climbed into a raw, angry need. She drove to the adult bookstore on the edge of the industrial park meaning only to buy a dildo, something thick enough to finally cram the emptiness shut. The shop smelled like rubber and dust. She walked the toy aisle under flickering fluorescent light, eyes on the rows of realistic cocks, when the butt plugs caught her instead. One package held a monster. Massive. Black silicone, a long tapered neck that swelled into a bulb wider than her closed fist, heavy enough that the cardboard sagged in her hand when she lifted it. The second she saw it she juiced on the spot. A hot flood burst out of her, completely soaking her pants. It poured through every layer of panties, ran down the insides of her jeans in thick rivulets, and bloomed into a shining wet patch from crotch to mid-thigh while she stood frozen, breath stuck, nipples scraping her bra. Her thighs trembled. She clutched the package against her stomach so the clerk would not see the stain, paid in cash with shaking fingers, and drove home with the soaked denim sticking to the seat and her cunt clenching so hard around nothing that she whimpered at every red light.

Inside the apartment she kicked the door shut and stripped in the dark hallway. The pants peeled away with a wet sound. The stack of panties hit the floor heavy and dripping, a cold puddle already forming under them. She carried the plug to the bedroom, tore the package open, and squeezed half a bottle of lube over the enormous bulb until it gleamed and dripped onto the sheets. Naked, she climbed onto the bed and crouched above it, knees wide, the pointed tip nudging her swollen, slick lips. She was already so open from the constant leak that the first narrow inches slid in with almost no resistance, a greasy little stretch that made her gasp. Then the real girth began. She had to force it. She bore down hard, grunting through her teeth, shoving her weight onto the toy while her pussy lips thinned and burned into a pale straining ring around the widening silicone. It hurt. The burn was bright and mean and perfect. She rocked, forced, whimpered, felt her hole fight and then yield another fraction, juice and lube squirting out around the intrusion in filthy little spurts that ran down the plug and soaked her fingers. She pushed harder. The widest part lodged against her entrance, an impossible pressure, and she sobbed once and slammed her hips down.

The massive bulb popped inside with a lewd wet gulp. The whole huge plug sank home, base flush to her ass, the fat silicone buried so deep her lower belly bulged. She came the instant it entered. The orgasm hit so hard her vision went white and she started crying uncontrollably. Tears spilled hot and immediate down her cheeks while her cunt clamped in violent, rhythmic spasms around the enormous intrusion, every flutter milking a fresh gush of juice that sprayed around the flared base and splattered the sheets. She sobbed open-mouthed, hips jerking, thumb flying to her lips on pure blind instinct. She sucked it hard, cheeks hollowing, saliva already slicking her chin, while the contractions rolled on and on and forced the plug even deeper, stretching her pussy to the absolute max. The fullness was obscene. Her walls were dragged wide around something thicker than any cock she had ever taken, the pressure against her deepest spot so intense it felt like the toy was rearranging her. Another orgasm crashed through before the first finished. She came over and over, wave after punishing wave, sobbing louder, tears dripping onto the thumb she kept sucking, body shaking so hard the bed frame knocked the wall.

She stayed seated on it. She could not have pulled off if she tried. Every tiny grind dragged the fat bulb across nerves that had been starving for five years and triggered another sobbing climax. Her stomach muscles locked. Her thighs quivered and spread wider. Fresh squirts burst out of her each time her cunt spasmed, hot liquid jetting around the base, running down her ass crack, pooling under her and spreading into a dark shining lake on the sheets. The puddle grew fast. She felt it soak up into her skin, warm and slick, while she cried and sucked her thumb and came again. The tears would not stop. They tracked through the mess on her face, mixed with the saliva leaking around her thumb, dripped off her jaw onto her heaving tits. Her pussy kept gushing. She was addicted already, hooked on the brutal stretch, on the way the massive plug held her gaped and stuffed while orgasm after orgasm ripped through her without mercy. She ground down harder, forcing the bulb to mash deeper, and the new pressure detonated another climax so strong she screamed around her thumb and squirted a thick rope of cunt cream that arced onto the already ruined mattress.

The crying turned messy. Snot ran. She did not care. She sucked her thumb sloppier, tongue working the pad, drool stringing down her wrist, while her hips rolled in helpless little circles that kept the huge toy stirring inside her stretched hole. Each circle dragged a fresh wave out of her. Her clit throbbed untouched, swollen and peeking, and every time her cunt clamped the plug the indirect grind against that aching nub sent her over again. She came so many times the orgasms blurred into one long, tear-soaked seizure. Juice poured steadily now, not just spurts but a constant leak around the silicone, overflowing the puddle until it reached her knees and soaked the side of the mattress. The sheets were destroyed, heavy and cold and reeking of her. She loved it. She pushed down until the base dug into her ass and the bulb felt like it was lodged behind her pubic bone, stretching her pussy lips into a thin, shiny ring that fluttered and gaped even while stuffed. The sight of it, when she managed to look down through tears, made her sob harder and come again, a sharp, cramping climax that forced another hot flood out around the toy and added to the lake she was sitting in.

Her free hand slapped between her legs and spread her lips wider, fingers slipping in the mess, tugging at the thin skin already strained around the massive girth. The extra pull burned beautifully. She came from that too, crying out around the thumb in her mouth, voice breaking into wet hitches. Saliva coated her chin and dripped onto her tits. Tears kept falling. She was a wreck, thirty-three and reduced to a sobbing, thumb-sucking mess puddling her own bed because her cunt had finally been stretched to the max and would not stop orgasming. She rocked faster. The plug shifted inside her with wet, obscene sounds, lube and girl-cum squelching every time she moved. Another orgasm built low and mean and exploded outward. Her whole body locked. She bore down hard, forcing the toy deeper still, and squirted so violently that juice sprayed up her stomach and onto the sheets in a wide fan. The puddle crept toward the edge of the bed. She sucked her thumb harder, hollowing her cheeks, moaning around it like a broken thing, tears blurring everything while her pussy spasmed and gushed and spasmed again.

She lost count. The climaxes kept coming, each one ripping a fresh sob out of her throat and a fresh load of cream out of her stuffed hole. Her thighs were coated. Her ass was coated. The mattress under her was a swamp. She ground in tight circles, addicted to the stretch, addicted to the way the massive bulb held her open and helpless while she cried and came and cried and came. Her thumb stayed buried in her mouth. She sucked it like she needed it to breathe, tongue flicking, drool running freely now, mixing with tears and snot on her face. Every time the orgasm peaked she bit down lightly on the knuckle and her cunt answered with another violent clench and another hot squirt that joined the growing lake. The smell of her filled the room, thick and sharp. She loved that too. She pushed two fingers of her free hand against the base and shoved, forcing the plug a fraction deeper, and the new pressure made her scream around her thumb and orgasm so hard her vision spotted and her juice sprayed in erratic pulses, soaking everything, puddling faster, the sheets squelching under her ass with every jerk of her hips.

She could not stop. She did not want to stop. Five years of burning ache poured out of her in endless tear-soaked waves while the huge butt plug kept her pussy stretched wider than it had ever been, gaped and spasming and pouring. She cried harder, shoulders shaking, thumb slurping in and out of her mouth now, filthy and wet, while another climax tore through her belly and forced a thick, creamy gush to bubble out around the silicone and run down into the ruined bed. Her hole fluttered wildly. She felt every ridge and curve of the massive toy. She was addicted, completely, hooked on sitting in her own puddle with her cunt crammed full and her thumb in her mouth and tears streaming while she came over and over without end. She slammed down one last time, taking the entire enormous plug as deep as her body would allow, and her pussy erupted, squirting a heavy, endless load of hot cunt cream that flooded the sheets in a wide dirty lake while she sobbed and sucked and shook and kept coming, stretched to the max, ruined and gushing and filthy.