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A memory surfaced, brightening with potential. A flash of my sister’s room, the chaos of discarded outfits and tangled jewelry, and there in the drawer next to her bed—a dildo. She wouldn’t be back for hours. I got up from the bed, excitement building, and went down the hall like a cat burglar.

Her door pushed open with a creak, and I froze, paranoid. But there was only silence. The house was mine. I went straight for it, driven by a single-minded determination that made me feel both guilty and exhilarated. I found what I was looking for in a pink box under some clothes. It was covered in glittery hearts and bore the name “The Love Rocket.” I giggled at that and took it back to my room.

I lay down on my bed with it beside me, not quite believing what I was about to do. My heart raced as if this were a first date with myself. It felt strangely erotic knowing that this

was my sister’s. The size was intimidating, but the anticipation made me bold. I turned it on to a low setting and watched as it began to hum softly. I let it vibrate against my nipples and slowly moved it down my body. With shaking hands, I held it against my pussy. It felt amazing even before I pushed it inside. I let out a gasp when I inserted it. It was much larger than my fingers, but my wetness allowed it to slide in easily. I kept going until it was buried deep inside of me. It stretched and filled me more than I thought possible.

"Fuuuuck," I moaned as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. My tight pussy squeezed against the love rocket that thrummed inside of me and added to the intense sensations. I thrust my hips against it while rubbing my clit with one hand and roughly groping a breast with the other. It didn't take long for the familiar feeling of an orgasm to

had been in contact with my sister's pussy. I picked it up and turned it on, feeling the vibrations in my hand. I started pressing it against my clit and let out a loud moan. My whole body became one big erogenous zone. It wasn't long before I pushed the tip inside me. The sensation was incredible. It felt even better than fingering myself. My legs were quivering uncontrollably as I shoved it all the way in.

I never knew how good this could feel for a woman, but now I understood completely. I began thrusting the dildo in and out of me at an ever increasing pace. The sound of my own wetness filled the room as it pumped into me again and again. My tits jiggled wildly with each thrust and my long hair whipped around my face. My moans got louder and louder as I concentrated on getting myself off.

The toy was vibrating on full blast inside me and it didn't take long before I came, "Fuuuuck," I moaned as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. My tight pussy squeezed against the love rocket that thrummed inside of me and added to the intense sensations. I thrust my hips against it while rubbing my clit with one hand and roughly groping a breast with the other. My pussy was pulsating while the rest of my body shook and writhed wildly on the bed. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Every orgasm I had as a man paled in comparison to this, and it didn't feel like it was ever going to end. I let out a girlish squeal and held on tight to the bedspread while I tried to ride it out. Eventually the intense sensations died down, and I attempted to catch my breath.

"I could get used to that," I said. How did women ever stop touching themselves?