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Chapter 3 by hemelwijs hemelwijs

Who are you and what happens with the...object?

Celene, college student. And she takes a closer look at it.

Celene almost drops the mysterious object when she felt it move.

She looks at it in more detail after it remains still. The thing that stands out most is, of course, the flesh-like texture. She gives it an experimental squeeze, and it reacts just like how a modern rubber or silicone dildo would respond.

'Hmm, maybe the skin is just a cosmetic thing?'

The next thing she notices is its size. Well, I say notice, but it's difficult to ignore. It is bigger then any dildo she had seen in her twenty young years, and she was curious if it would even be comfortable if anyone would use it.

It had some of the usual features you can expect. The tip shaped like a penis head, some ridges at various places for that extra bit of pleasure.

She inspected it for a few more minutes but found nothing extraordinary, other than its appearance. She wondered why that box was placed at her doorstep. Was this some prank from a fellow student?

She tossed the dildo onto her bed; she would decide later what to do with it, right now she had more homework to do.

As the evening progressed, Celene was so focused on her work, that she forgot about the dildo on her bed. And thus failed to notice that it made the occasional twitch.

After a few hours, Celene slapped her book close. Finally, her work was done. Seeing how late it had become, she called it a night and stripped out of her clothes and walked towards her bed.

Before she could crash into her bed, she saw the big dildo, almost on the exact spot that she left it. She stared at it for a long time. First with doubt, but slowly, curiosity wormed its way into her thoughts. Finally, a bit of lust made it's presence know. It had been a few days since she last slept with a guy, and the lack of dick made her pussy throb in excitement at the sight of the sex toy.

She slowly crawled onto her bed, until she was within arms reach of the dildo. With a shaking hand, she picked it up. It was warm, almost the same temperature as herself. Still, on her knees, she leaned back and spread her legs. Before she realised it, the head of the dildo was pressing against her pussy.

Her hand stopped, and for a moment of clarity, a thought entered her mind.

Should I realy do this?

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