Sunshine and Roses or Notttttt

Orgasm Guaranteed

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At the age of forty-three, I finally admitted to myself that I had never had an orgasm, despite two failed marriages, several passionate affairs and more one-night-stands than I cared to count. I admitted, further, that the reason none of my relationships worked was, ultimately, because the sex was far from satisfying. The intimacy was nice... but not enough. Indeed, with age and better self-understanding, I recognised that the real reason I kept putting myself out there was the increasingly forlorn hope that I would find someone to achieve what no one else had.

"Or at least get me pregnant," I added, pouring out my woes to Abby as she poured out the wine.

"What you need is a dildo," she said, laughing.

"I have a dildo. I have a box full of dildos and vibrators. They barely wind me up, let alone release me."

"I mean a real dildo - and now I know exactly what to get you for your birthday." Abby grinned impishly and refused to be drawn further.

My birthday was a month later, and I had quite forgotten our drunken chat until a large package arrived on the day. It came with a card: "Enjoy! - Abby."

How much it had cost, I had no idea, but clearly it was expensive. A leather seat of solid construction and nefarious purpose. Most astonishing was the dildo, a surprisingly lifelike member that was both longer and thicker than any other in my collection. And black too. Just holding it in my hand sent a thrill of fear through me. It was firm but not rigid, smooth but veined, and was attached to a flexible scrotum that held a pair of large, heavy balls.

"Fuck, Abby," I muttered, a little in shock. I phoned her. "Do you really expect me to use this?"

She laughed. "Absolutely! I guarantee you won't regret it. I wish I could watch..."

The thought of using the machine was weird enough. Letting Abby watch was inconceivable. "Um, no."

"Well, don't waste your birthday talking to me."

It couldn't hurt, I supposed. Although, that dildo was frightening. But maybe that was what my body needed?

The seat was semi-reclined, and higher off the floor than I liked. Even in its lowest position, the huge dildo projected through the hole, so it was impossible to sit without also negotiating that protuberance. Fortunately, I was so aroused just from the anticipation of using this machine that my lips parted wetly about the tip as I squirmed awkwardly into position.

I was far from confident that I could escape again, but that was a problem for later.

I was also far from confident that the chair would give me the pleasure I sought. "Well, here goes," I said, and pressed the button. I'd pushed it earlier, before sitting in the chair, curious to see what the dildo would do, but nothing much had happened. Just a soft humming and subtle vibration that promised little. But with the dildo pressing between my labia, those vibrations felt very pleasant indeed.

I relaxed into the chair, elbows on the armrests, my fingers teasing my hard nipples. There was no questioning my arousal, and if this was the extent of the chair's manipulation, then at least it was a good alternative to sex with a real man.

Except that as my arousal built, it was impossible not to keep squirming in an effort to intensify those vibrations. So gradual was the change, I didn't notice at first that the dildo was also projecting higher, but the penetration became unmistakable, the thick head of the dildo stretching me like no human cock ever had. "Oh..." was all I could say.

No longer teasing, my fingers now pulled and pinched my nipples as that shaft penetrated ever further, filling my vagina with slow, steady determination, the vibrations stronger now. I felt increasingly impaled, increasingly helpless, unable to do much more than wriggle my hips. And I had never felt so astonishingly full of cock, and even as I thought the limit had been reached, the dildo switched to a gentle back-and-forth motion that pushed deeper and deeper, until it pressed against the entrance to my womb.