Amber was ridiculously horny, she had been overworked for well over the past two months, grad school and a job, along with extra voluntary work, made for an exhausting few months. She only just realized it had been that whole two months since she had been out with friends and hooked up with a brilliant one-night stand, he had eaten her out for so long, she sobbed in overstimulation.
But alas, she had only got herself off once in those two months, and her body was very much protesting. She had those constant hot tingles that were tempting her to get herself off, but she knew after this long it would have to be a marathon session to satisfy her cravings. But with only other grad students about (none of whom she fancied, other than one she refused to think of), and in a remote country house hours away from a tiny town, her options were slim. There were always her own fingers of course, but she craved one of her dildos or vibes, none of which she had bought with her. She craved being edged and forced into multiple orgasms until she cried.
She sighed after the evening meal, returning to her room, the rooms were beautiful and had so many historic features, her friend had a huge clawfoot tub. But the centrepiece of Ambers room was a huge wooden bed, carved with beautiful cherubs up top and curved twisted bedposts at the end. A deep dark wood that shone smooth and gorgeous.
Then she blinked, and focused on the bed posts at the end. They were longer than most, carved smooth globes at the top that then flared twisted thinner slightly before becoming even wider circular columns that then led onto the flat bed end itself. The posts were probably about 8 or 9 inches and very thick, the globe itself barely fit when she put her hand on it. It was all extremely heavy, solid and obviously hand made from some long-ago time. Beds just did not come made this solid and huge anymore. The wood was so smooth it had obviously been worn over years.
She eyed the posts again and pondered, if she put the nearby heavy foot stand at the end of the bed, she may be able to straddle the bed post with one leg on that and on knelt on the bed at the other side. Then she laughed at herself, was she really considering this? Sure, she had thought of similar in the long distant past, but it was when she was far younger and less experienced.
But it wouldn't leave her mind, she even pulled one of the stash of xl condoms from her purse (a joke gift from a friend when she had admitted to wanting to try finding a guy with a huge cock). And placed the condom on the bedside table. She had the room to herself and although there were no locks on the rooms, she doubted any of the other stressed grad students would walk in.
She pondered it for ages, feeling the post to check its smoothness and wondering if her pussy could even stretch enough to take it. She pondered so much the dinner bell rang and it was (mostly) forgotten about for a couple of hours. Until she took a walk and saw one of the grad students being absolutely railed behind the gazebo in the darkening gardens. It turned her on again seeing the guy's furious passion and the rough way he fucked the brunette as she moaned. She had even considered coming on to the groundskeeper, who was older but very hot, until she heard he had left for a few days. So, she sulkily returned to her room.
Although she could hear others in the rooms down the hall it was mostly private. So she stripped down, had a quick shower to cool off and trying not to think too much she cleaned the bedpost, just to be safe, stretched on the condom, thankful that it just about fit on and even more thankful that it was pre lubed.
She did not need to get herself worked up, she already was wet and throbbing with need after seeing that in the garden. Finding a position was harder than she thought, as the bed was quite tall. But when she felt stable and safe, one knelt leg on the bed, another on the solid wood foot stand which was thankfully wide and very sturdy. She started rubbing her clit and pussy against the solid wood. She bit her lip, holding back a moan, even this little tease had her on edge, she was so wound up.
She pulled her blonde hair over her shoulders so she could watch as she pushed at the post, it very slowly pushing inside her. The solid hardness of it made her gasp, so unlike a cock, or even her toys, so unyielding it was almost harsh. It took a lot of relaxing to eventually feel the large globe at the top pop inside her pussy, she panted as the stretch was ferocious and she froze in place shaking, wondering if she had bitten off more than she could chew.
But OH, it stretched her so well, like nothing else she had ever felt. Her hips flinched and as she moved slightly, she moaned and threw her head back, It felt so fucking good. More lube would have been good, but the stretch and burn gave it even more of an edge of pain that she enjoyed. She started moving slightly, her pussy clenching as it still tried to adjust to the sheer size and hardness of the globe.
