A girl like me would never enter a place like that, but its lights, decor, and mystery tempted me every afternoon. I work in a mall, and as I was leaving my shift, I noticed a neon sign at the end of the aisle that said Sex Shop. Of course, I know what it is, but I'd never been in one before, and my curiosity grew day by day.

One afternoon, pretending to be distracted, I walked down the hall to the end. The windows and door were covered; only a few sets of lingerie were on display, but you had to go inside to see the rest. I looked back and there was no one around; my heart was racing, and I dared to go in.

A pretty girl asked me what I was looking for; I nervously told her I was just browsing. She kindly showed me some products, and I was surprised by how naturally she talked about penetration, suction, and other terms I'd be embarrassed to say. There were vibrating toys and others that stuck to the wall, in various shapes and colors.

I didn't want to walk through that aisle again, but I hadn't had sex in so long that I needed it, so I decided to buy one. I chose one that was on sale, an 8-inch glass dildo; there were other options, but I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. I paid, put it in my bag, and left. I got to the bus stop and, by chance, a friend from my neighborhood was there. We took the same bus and talked the whole way, although all I was thinking about was what I had with me.

When I got home, I took a shower, and while I was getting dressed, all I could think about was trying it out. In my underwear, I began to touch myself, gently caressing my clitoris. My heartbeat increased, and I felt my panties getting damp. With one arm, I reached into my purse and took the dildo out of its completely sealed packaging. I read the instructions; it was ready to use and even included a little lubricant for the first use.

It was a large, transparent cock. Applying the lubricant, I could see more details, like the veins, and I smiled with it in my hands, imagining what awaited me. Without thinking any further, I removed my panties and placed the dildo between my vaginal lips, without inserting it, just rubbing it up and down.

The heat and wetness continued to build, and I knew it was time to have him inside me. I inserted just the tip and slowly the rest. With my legs spread on my bed, I watched him go in and out, remembering how wonderful it felt to be penetrated. It had been a long time since my vagina had received anything other than my fingers. I knew at that moment I needed a man, but for now, all I could do was enjoy this magnificent object.

The penises I'd tried before weren't that big, so I wondered if I could handle taking it all the way in. I felt a shiver run through my body, even my anus reacted, so I pushed it all the way in. The pleasure I felt was indescribable as he went deeper and deeper into my vagina. Involuntary moans filled my room, and within minutes, I felt like I was in another dimension.

I could feel my nipples hardening. I increased the speed of my hands, rolling around in bed, penetrating myself lying on my side, legs up, feeling the friction against the walls of my vagina. Tentatively, I inserted him as far as he would go, feeling this large phallus in my gut.

My breathing was already labored, and I found the right rhythm: in, out, in, out, I kept repeating it over and over. The sexual urge to reach orgasm consumed me; the excess moisture in my vagina already sounded like footsteps in a puddle.

At that moment, the image of that friend who had been with me on the bus came to mind. I'd never thought of him that way before, and I didn't even find him that attractive, but maybe because he was the last man I'd interacted with, my brain played that trick.

"Come on, fuck me," I whispered between moans. "Harder, please," I begged. "Fill me with cum, finish inside me," I screamed as I felt him on top of me. My back arched, feeling the climax course through my body. Between screams and moans, my vagina throbbing, wetting my sheets, it felt like my friend was exploding inside me with his juicy, creamy cock.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled it out of my vagina and sucked on it to taste my delicious juices. Oh my God, no man had ever made me feel like this, it was incredible. That week I used it several times; I couldn't wait to get home every night to play with it. Of course, I named it after my friend; he has no idea that he fucks me whenever I feel like it.

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