Jess' Dildoes

Jessica Reardon was happy to get home. It was the end of her first year in college, the ending of which was totally chaotic, with the rise of the corona virus shutting the whole place down and sending them all home for who knows how long. In the rush to get out, they only gave the students 48 hours, Jess packed up the necessities, knowing she had some clothes and school supplies and personal care items at home anyway. On the train home, it was deserted. She'd remembered just a few months ago, the day after her 18th birthday, coming the opposite way in a packed cross country train. Today, it was her and a man like her grandpop in this huge car meant for 80.

Jess was 18, tall and skinny, little boobies she hated, and thin blonde hair all over her legs and pussy. Her mother told her only hookers shave above the knee so she didnt shave at all. Even her underarm hair grew in thin and almost white, so she left it be. The thought of this long train ride with no one to talk to was already killing her, an hour in. By night time, after dinner, the car was mostly dark, and the older man had left an hour earlier before dinner for another car and hadn't returned. She was alone.

Jess was in between in her sexuality, even before college she had eaten her share of pussy, and in college she was equal minded as well. But even more than men's cocks or women's boobies, she loved herself. Jess really was more into her own needs than she could be bothered about anyone else's. As she sat alone in this dark railcar, her narcissism got the better of her. She slipped her hand into her cotton briefs, and started rubbing her mound. She pulled her finger back out, and sniffed deeply. As the smell filled her nose, the feeling of sexuality ran through her body. From her head to her toes and back, she flushed and got sweaty. She returned her finger inside her underwear, and eased her middle finger into her hole. She loved the feeling of the wispy hairs around all her fingers, she felt some of kind animal feeling.

As Jess neared her orgasm, the grandfatherly man returned to the car. Of course. Being a young girl, she didn't yet know how to control herself, sometimes she moaned, sometimes she screamed, sometimes she made a wet mess she didn't understand. So, reluctantly, she stopped, afraid the man would hear and do who knows what, like tell the steward. She was still very aroused. She thought about the man. Was he wrinkly? Was he muscular, like her own grandfather? She thought in her mind fiddlesticks and dozed off to a movie on her tablet.

In the morning, she saw a sign for Kansas City, she was mostly home. Maybe another few hours. Her underwear was wet, from her incomplete rub session last night, and maybe a dream or two as she slept. She changed in the restroom, wiping the drool from her swollen pussy. Just a few more hours, Jess!

Three hours later, she was home. Her parents were away for another week at her Aunt's, they tried to get home but her return was so abrupt that she told them to just enjoy themselves and that she would be fine. Home at last. Jess laid out on her bed, the same one she had cum in so many times, and got down to business.

She needed something inside her tight pussy. Her fingers were ok, but she wanted it big and deep. She had packed, among her essentials, her dildo, a beige soft rubber thing with a bulbous cock head and some soft veins up the side. Thank god for Amazon, right? She would have never been able to buy such a thing in person. As she searched her bag, she had a sinking feeling: she had forgotten her dildo! This meant two things: first and most immediate, she was without her trusty rubber friend, but second, when they go to pack up her room when or if the virus was over, they would find her dildo! Oh the embarrassment! Too late now to remedy either of these. Jess needed to get off.

She looked around her room, rummaging through her old belongings, as if they were now someone else's, in her drawers, boxes, closet, for anything to shove up her sopping slit. She thought of looking even in the fridge, she had seen girls use cucumbers, carrots, so many cock shaped veggies. But as her parents planned to be away two weeks, there were no vegetables. Sad face, right?

Jess was almost unhorny now. But then, she saw an object she had maybe overlooked in all the times she had stroked her pussy in this room. At the foot of her bed, she laid her hand on her bedpost. It was almost exactly the right height to impale herself on, the "head" was bulbous, maybe too big, but she would soon find out. As she felt around in her yoga pants, and her mushy pubes were a good sign she was already prepared for this fucking she was about to get. She dropped her tights, and as she was crouched down, the bedpost was about eye level.

So here she is, Miss Jessica Reardon, face to face with this wooden object, her pussy dripping wet already. Well, she figured, it's customary to give it a lick first, right? She licked up the shaft of this bedpost, running her tongue over the knob. She stood up and backed her butt against it, resting the knob in her crack. She slobbered her open pussy hole against it, each stroke she got the bedknob a little more into her body. As she was maybe 2 inches into it, she was at the point of the maximum girth.

This thing was big. Maybe she was too ambitious. She leaned her weight against it, reaching behind and pulling her cheeks as far apart as she could. She could hear the sloshing of her body's lubed response to this fucking, and it made her even more wet. She took a deep inhale, and could smell her pussy juice and even her butthole. Jess leaned into the bedknob again, and it finished its entry, popping deep into her cunt. She maybe had underestimated how much she could get inside of her body; she felt the rounded knob bang into the tip of her sloppy canal, and she backed off quickly at the thudding pain. But she went in for more. Jess' body was radiating with the orgasm already building, she fucked this wooden post and squeezed her vaginal muscles at every move, gripping it and releasing it as she rode.

Jess came hard. She was out of breath, her legs were tired from the exercise, her chest was sweaty, her underarms were soaked, and her juices were running down both legs. You know when you have one of those orgasms when you ponder its ranking among your best, and if it would stand the test of time. Jess knew, for sure, this was the best one. She jumped up onto her bed, threw her body down, and lay with her legs spread wide as they would go. She could smell her cunt with every breath, and could see her bedknob reflecting sunlight as it was slimed fully with her juices. And, best of all, Jess thought, it wasn't even dinner time! Maybe forgetting her dildo was one of those extra serendipitous moments she would remember. After dinner, she thought, she'd have another go. Let's see!