In the earlier days of my masturbation period I would usually have one hand focusing on my breasts and the other between my legs. I would cradle, cup, squeeze, pinch softly and rub my breasts moving that hand from tit to tit and nipple to nipple as the other alternated between rubbing on and around my clit, pinching it and sliding a finger or two up inside me as I finger-fucked myself, just as Kevin had done so many times.
Almost every time, no matter where and how I touched myself during this oily period, I made myself cum and I had pretty satisfying orgasms. But, after a while, I felt something was missing and that, of course, was the fullness of a hard cock filling my insides. So I bought a vibrator online waiting until Kevin was away, again, just in case it arrived when he was at home. My hands were visibly shaking as I thanked the Amazon delivery driver and took the package from him feeling relieved that there were no tell-tale markings on it. As it seemed rather sordid opening it in my kitchen or living room I went straight to my bedroom and quickly unpacked it there. At first, I was shocked when I looked at the long, thick, pink plastic tube lying in the cardboard packaging. My fingers were trembling as I peeled the cellophane covering from it and held the monster-looking vibrator in both hands as it felt too big for just one. I thought of measuring its length and girth as it seemed to be much larger than the rather ambitious eight by two inches that I thought I'd ordered. It felt lovely in my hands and I couldn't resist pressing it against my stomach as I imagined what it would feel like inside me if, indeed, I could take it. I'd estimated that Kevin was the same thickness, but as he'd once told me he was between six and seven inches in length, so I'd bought an additional inch and bit just to see what it felt like as I'd never been shagged with one that long.
With Kevin being away for another few days and no visitors expected I had plenty of time and with masturbation now being a frequent two or three times a week performance I had to try it out right away. I thought of oiling up first, but as I undressed in my bedroom that seemed unnecessary so I decided to go for a dry run and just use the mirror as my jerk off props as I now thought of them.
Standing naked facing the mirror with the vib in my hand I looked at my body the reflection of which had now become a very familiar sight and there was no need or motivation for a full inspection or any self-fondling. Turning the knob on the bottom of the vib I was startled at how loud it was as in my mind I'd assumed it would have a hardly perceptible buzz and not the rather noisy one I was hearing. I wasn't quite sure how to start nor if I was wet enough down there as recently my flow of womanly juices had reduced as the big M crept up on me. However, a quick feel on and just inside the lips of my pussy reassured me that all was in order, so I turned the knob on the bottom and pressed the buzzing tube against my breast. The feeling was lovely and any lingering doubts I had about my readiness for my initiation into having sex with a surrogate cock vanished.
Holding the vib against one breast and squeezing the other I got myself going with all the familiar sensations seeping throughout my body as my arousal increased. I hadn't planned it this way, as in fact, I hadn't really thought about what I'd do with it nor what my masturbatory fantasy would be. I just did what came naturally, although unlike most other times, I didn't close my eyes, but instead watched closely the route taken by the buzzing end of my new friend. On my breast, underneath and around it onto the nipple, across to the other one, repeat the titty tour then, still vibrating and filling the room with its sound it slid down my body until it reached my pubis where he rested for a few moments as I plucked up the courage to, as it suddenly came into my head, fuck myself. And that is exactly what I did
As it opened my thankfully nicely, lubricated lips I noticed the difference to Kevin. It was harder and it was vibrating so I stopped it doing that, but the firmness of it was strange, though not unpleasant. I watched it in the mirror going up me and was surprised how much of it slid in me, which was most of the eight inches and I felt that I could have taken more. Once it was up me and I got accustomed to it, I turned the vibrating on low and loved that feeling inside me and on my clit. The vibrating so near to that as the plastic stimulated the nerve ends around and inside my pussy was amazing and I quickly started to cum.
Taking it out I washed and dried it and pondered over where to hide my new friend from my husband.
The oil and vibrator usages in my masturbatory period were a learning process, they were part of the development stages of my technique and the near ritual of getting myself off that I created, which went something like this. It could be any time of the day, but my favourite was after an early dinner, when I'd showered, washed my hair and attended to all those age battling things that vain women indulge in. Usually dressed in a long, silk, turquoise robe that does up just with a tie around my waist, I might sit down at the PC and look at some lady porn. Sipping probably too much white wine I will lose myself in what's on the screen until I realise that not only the glass, but probably the first bottle as well is empty. Walking, maybe a little unsteadily, to the kitchen for essential supplies I will pass the full-length mirror on the wall on my way there and back. Oh the vainness that I have about myself when alone. Seeing my reflection, I will stop and let my gaze roam across the vision that could almost be another person. As I stand and stare at the reflection from different angles, it's as if my mind has left my body and what I see in the mirror is someone else and not me! I'll see the tight-fitting gown moulded to that body accentuating the curves and mounds of the regrettably enlarging breasts and hips. The lapels that may have slipped apart a little so that most of each, slightly sagging, I note with some anguish, breast can be clearly seen. The thrusting bumps of the two nipples pushing through the silk as they signal their arousal and involvement. And poking out like a long flash of vividly arousing flesh will be one of the, quite shapely I think, legs that has separated the skirt of the gown. Almost as with a mind of their own that remarkably life-like reflection's hands will probably fumble the tie undone and the gown will fall open and the nakedness revealed will hit me in the face like a blazing beacon. I see the swell of each of my breasts with the glaring pinkness of the engorged nipples emphasising their arousal and need for attention. I cast my eyes over the stomach with the slight swell and minor stretch marks that's the constant reminder of being a mother, to the strip of tawny coloured hair covering on the pubis. And there, beneath that is the glistening pinkness of the most evident indication of my arousal that I describe out loud to the mirror, "That's my cunt."
Smiling to that person in the mirror I will see the hands touching the body. Cupping the breasts, stroking the smooth skin and weighing the fullness of each orb in the palms of the hands. The fingers will find the nipples and they'll be rolled and then pinched and squeezed. Both she and I will react to that and I'll see the mouth fall open and the head go back a little. I'll feel the explosion of new feelings as my nipples respond to the pressure and my womanly juices go into free flow. A warmth, starting down near that little strip of hair, will flood through my body just as they will to the woman in my mirror making think again, 'How the fuck did she get in there?' as I watch her enjoying her large, soft tits just as I enjoy mine?
Now on a roller coaster of sensations and with a certainty that there will be only one outcome to this, the hands of that intruder in my mirror will become more adventurous and with one still stimulating those deliciously squashy and pliable tits, the other will slip downward towards the place that now most needs them. Pressing, probing and sliding, the fingers will seek and find that most sensitive little piece of gristle that snuggles so coyly between the folds of the silky-smooth lips that I will note are reassuringly wet. The thighs clasped around the hand, the fingers working between them I will see the eyes in the mirror closing, the breasts starting to heave and the other hand squeezing as the fingernails combine a little pain with the enormous pleasure by digging into the sensitive flesh and pulling the nipples out to a length that's so unexpected.
The gown will now have fallen to the floor for total nakedness is essential as the body in the mirror will be writhing against the hands that are doing so much to it, arousing it further, creating new and even more wonderful feelings and stimulating sensations and emotions that only a woman in the throes of a self-induced orgasm can know about.
