The first time I used my hairbrush handle

I remember the first time I slid something other than a finger into my pussy and how life changing that was. For a long time my go-to method of orgasming was to hump my pillow relentlessly while imagining I was riding whoever I had a crush on. I would grind and writhe my hips rhythmically as I fantasized, until my clit couldn’t take anymore and I exploded—cumming as I bucked—my needy pussy gripping at nothing, desperate to spasm around something.

Then one day as I was holding the round, rippled handle of my hairbrush I realized….that it might feel amazing to slip inside myself. I couldn’t wait til I had a chance.

That night I started my ritual pillow humping and grinding. I felt my pussy get wetter and wetter and knew I was ready to take that thick handle. I positioned it on the pillow and pressed the bulbed tip to my slick opening before letting myself sink down inch by inch gasping and pulsating until I was stuffed full and pressing against the pillow.

I had to lean forward and bite the mattress to keep from moaning too loud as I started to rock my hips, fucking myself on the brush handle, clit pressing into the pillow. I was a gasping panting mess, penetrated and needy. Bucking, clenching, riding my makeshift dildo. Whimpering into my mattress as I quickly approached orgasm.

Feeling every stroke of the handle as it drew out of me, then groaning with each push back in. I was blissed out with my pussy stuffed full for the first time. Grunting and gasping, as the intensity of my pleasure steadily increased until I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting hard into the pillow, impaling myself firmly on the brush handle, and bursting into a pulsing, spasming orgasm. My cunt squeezing the handle furiously as I imploded, cumming like the desperately horny slut all over the brush handle until I collapsed, sweaty and flushed.

I fucked myself four more times just that night, in love with the feeling of being stuffed full. I knew I would never be the same.