Two big pink dildo toys fuck my hungry pussy

The sultry strains of moaning filled the air, punctuated by the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh and the lewd squelching of aroused womanhood being penetrated by an immense, throbbing pink phallus. On the bed before you, lay a voluptuous vixen, her hair a tousled mess of lustrous curls, her eyes glazed with desire, and her voluptuous breasts heaving with each gasp and shudder of pleasure. Her name was Candy, and she was hungrily impaled on not one, but two gigantic dildos, their girthy lengths disappearing into her ravenous twat as she writhed and bucked her hips, begging for more.

Candy’s pussy was a wonder to behold. Her labia were plump and engorged, glistening with her copious juices as they stretched obscenely around the invasion of the massive cock-shaped objects within her. Her clit, a throbbing pink pearl, peeked out from beneath its hood, so swollen with need that it almost seemed about to burst. As she grinded and gyrated, her anyons fluttered and clenched, grasping greedily at the dildos as they pumped in and out of her.

The two enormous dongs were a matched set, each a work of pink silicone artistry, sculpted to resemble the thick, powerful member of a well-endowed stallion. They stretched Candy’s mouth wide, the imitation ridges and veins of their girthy shafts disappearing into her wet, waiting hole. However, these monstrous dicks were no mere toys for a delicate debutante. No, they were designed for a woman with the sexual appetite of a she-tiger and the tightness of a vice. And Candy was just such a woman.

She had always been insatiable when it came to sex. Ever since puberty, her pussy had been a twitchy, aching, dripping mess, always ready for penetration. Her playful schoolgirl days had been spent sneaking off to the girl’s restroom for finger-fucking frenzies, consuming endless vibrators in her hungry snatch, and even interrupting her first year of college orientation to get a tongue-deep blowjob from the dean himself. But no matter how many cocks she downed, how many pussies she lapped, how many pegging sessions she endured, Candy’s cunt was never satisfied.

And so, as a birthday present to herself, she had commissioned these custom dildos. At nearly 24 inches long and 4 inches in diameter, they were her marvelous solution. For a week now, she had been steadily increasing her elastic twat’s ability to accept all of their monster lengths… and now, at last, her pussy was ready to stuff itself full.

Candy reached back and grabbed the extra-lubricated dongs, smearing them with plenty of sex juice from her arousal-slick fingers. She rubbed the generous coat of lube all around her pussy, getting it nice and slippery before pressing the first tip against her folds. Her puckered hole stretched as the head breached her entrance, her lips parting like the Red Sea for the dildo’s passage. At this point, Candy was in such a frenzy that the toy’s girth almost didn’t even register. For the first few inches, the sucking and clinging of her walls was her only indication of penetration.

As she sank more and more of the dildo in, though, she began to feel a delicious discomfort. It was the slight burn of her inner walls being stretched just slightly too far, that beautiful muscle-stretching sensation that she absolutely adored. With a low groan, she began to slowly stroke the footlong toy in and out of her cunt, speeding up until she was roughly fucking herself on it.

But one phallus just wasn’t enough for this slut. After all, she had two toys, and a single pisshole just couldn’t keep up with her ravenous hunger. Fumbling the second dildo, she tried to position it inside her greedy snatch alongside the first. The thick, hard silicone of the two toys was barely accommodating to her palms as she wiggled them alongside each other. His slick with her liberal application of lube, the pair of rubber cocks began slowly compressing into her entrance.

Her pussy felt hot and tight as a furnace, stuffed full of the two huge invaders. Her nails dug into her thighs as she struggled to relax, to allow her most intimate hole to surrender to the overwhelming girth. It was almost more than she could take, almost… almost past the point of pleasure and into sensual agony. But that was exactly what she craved. Candy loved making her body sing with the exquisite combination of pleasure and pain– any route but the polite, vanilla path she had endured in her early days.

Finally, she felt the head breach her entrance, her taut hole stretching lewdly around the invading toys like an obscene rosebud. Her fingers trembled as she forced the two enormous toys inside her, slowly pushing them in an inch at a time as she gasped and panted. As more of the phalluses began to disappear inside her, the pressure inside her channel became almost unbearable. She was so full she almost felt like she could vomit, her stomach bulging outward as if she were pregnant.

It took her a full ten minutes of torturous, exquisite stretching to get both toys hilted inside her, the flared bases rub by her engorged outer lips. When they finally bottomed out, she let out a scream, her entire body shaking with the aftershocks of a near-fainted orgasm. She had never felt so stuffed, so completely filled and satisfied. And she was just getting started.

The next half hour was a flurry of moans, screams, and lurid squelching noises as Candy roughly fucked herself with the giant cock-shaped toys. She was a wanton, fucked-out mess, her whole body slick with sweat, her hair a tangled mane, and her pussy a lewd, drooling rumpus room. She rutted herself into a near-dizzied stupor, each stroke of her toys bringing her closer and closer to a shattering, earth-shaking climax. The pleasure was so immense, so concentrated and overwhelming, that it was almost painful.

At last, she felt the pressure building to a peak. With one final cry, her pussy clenched and spasmed in near-febrile convulsions, pulsating around the embedded toys as though trying to milk them. Her juices poured out of her, dribbling down her thighs as she writhed and shook, her whole body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

But even after the crashing waves of climax subsided, Candy was still unsatisfied. No, she needed more. She needed to be utterly conquered, bruised and battered by the sheer force of her pleasure. Grabbing each toy by their bases, she began to roughly, savagely pound into her cum-drenched hole, her own fluids splattering everywhere with each stroke. Her pussy gaped obscenely, smearing sex sludge all over the place as she rutted.

And then, finally, she reached her hand down to rub her clit in tight, frenzied circles. The stimulation was too much to handle and her second orgasm shot through her, causing her to quake and convulse, her pussy clenching around the invading dildos in a vice grip. As she crumpled backwards onto the bed, completely fucked out, she heard the liquid slosh of the toys coming loose from her twat as her muscles relaxed. The Weekend of Dicks was over, at least for now. But with a body like this, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she started up again.