Nothing Wrong with Trying, Right?

I stared at the dildo with my lips slurping on my cock. It was massive, but clearly mine. I remembered the veins down the base and the feeling of the fake foreskin ridge as it goes inside of me. This version of me had used it last night. In fact, I'd used just about every night that I didn't have company.

I knew, it was huge and fit me perfectly, about the size of mom's cock. I just knew that, like a normal piece of information.

Why? I guess it was normal for parents to fuck their of-age kids. **** babies were frowned upon, but there were plenty of genetic workarounds these days, so many parents encouraged sex in a friendly environment without the risks associated with normal sex, unconstrained by maternal altruism. Most parents wanted strong alphas, so they would teach their kids how to make others orgasm with their cocks, a sure fire way to increase testosterone and cock growth. There were always risks for parents who rode their kids. Ingest too much semen and you might end up a submissive mother, serving your out of control alpha kids who you just wanted to help become better adults. Then when your libido is high and your sexual inhibition lowered, you were more likely to open your cervix and let someone impregnate you.

This was something new to me since wombs are ovulatory where I am from, but here, since everyone could impregnate one another the production of the futa womb was genetically engineered to be constantly fertile, but controlled by the individual. I could open my cervix like a muscle just by flexing. I'd heard hundreds of stories of futas who just wanted to feel a cock push into there, where the sensation is the best, where each thrust against the back wall of your uterus causes a mini-orgasm that just builds and builds. Under that sensory **** most of them just let themselves get impregnated and turned into beta bitches for the rest of their days.

However, my trusty dildo could reach there no problem. I could recall long nights of plunging this bad boy all the way in and teasing the entrance to my cervix while watching porn of the beefy Alphas with mega-cocks push Betas right to the edge of giving in and then joining them when they submit and feel the absolute pleasure of a cock in your uterus. Sure, it wasn't a real cock I held in my hand, but the closest I dare go if I wanted my own Beta or even a consensual relationship like with me and Trish.

So, with my nerves burning away I gripped the dildo with two hands and pressed it against my soaked pussy, spreading some of my pre-cum and spit around my tender lips. This feeling felt natural, but strangely new to me. My cunt parted like a crowd before a galloping horse. It pushed inside like a stallion mounted a mare in heat. I wanted this and so did my pussy, muscles sucking the cock in as my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt so full as my folds squeezed around the mass inside me and still it pushed in, instinctually causing my tongue to roll out of my mouth and my eyes to roll back in my head. Then the large silicon head pushed against the entrance to my uterus. I'd never felt this way, never felt so pleased sexually.

The tip of my tongue still dripped spit onto my throbbing shaft and I resumed stroking myself as all that was left between the dildo and the fake balls at its base was my dainty hand, barely holding, but not really needing to since my pussy greedily swallowed it up. I pushed against the balls with my hand and felt the dildo leave my hungry pussy and a longing moan leave my mouth. I fed the monster back in and felt it slam against my cervix. Over and over, I indulged myself, letting the dildo pound at the door to my most precious place wondering when the pleasure would be too much and I couldn't help but let it in.

I slurped ravenously on my cock head, feeling an orgasm approach as my whole body tensed up. Once I came, I knew the muscles around my cervix would weaken and the dildo would plunge through without resistance. Maybe I was weak, but I loved that feeling. Maybe others knew not indulge it for what it entailed. Maybe I shouldn't either.

There was a knock on the door. Maybe I wouldn't get the chance to.