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A special thanks to the WL men

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Happygirl Posted on: 05 Jan 2004 1 comments
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To the men who provided insight on your orgasms... this is how I want to show my appreciation.Your bed has already been prepared for the occasion. There are pillows propped up against the headboard and a towel laid on the sheet. I know that the pillows are for me to recline against, and the towel is for me to drip onto. I don't waste time getting out of my clothes and neither do you.I want to make it good for you. I want to show you my body and let you explore it. I assume the position in your bed. I lean my back on the pillows and am pleased to discover that they are down-filled. It's a nice touch. I sink comfortably into them. My backside is sitting on the towel that is placed just right. I draw my knees up and spread my thighs out to either side. I used to be a gymnast, and I'm still very flexible. Use your imagination as to how far apart my legs go.Everything on my body is small except for one part. You run your eyes very slowly across what I present to you. My facial features are delicate. I have a small-boned build, and I've always been on the thin side. My modest breasts are just slight swells on my chest, and both nipples perk up under your gaze. I have very little body hair, and you see that I am just one expanse of creamy, French vanilla skin. My complexion comes from the multicultural mix of what my native Brooklyn has to offer. On my father's side, I'm Chinese-Irish-Polish-Italian. On my mother's side, I'm Jewish and Puerto Rican.The one part of my body that doesn't seem to fit the rest of me is my pussy. Neither delicate nor small, my package billows out, disrupting the smooth line of my spread-open thighs. The outer lips are a darker beige than the surrounding skin, and the best part is the inner lips. My ample labia are plump and long, and they protrude quite far at their largest point. You are captivated by their fullness and ask me if you can open the gates to my cunt. "You can do whatever you want," I say.You sit yourself in front of me so that you are on the towel as well and our legs are interlaced. Your cock is pointing at my pussy like an inquisitive child. Taking a fleshy pussy lip between each thumb and forefinger, you gently part them. A membrane of love juice stretches from labia to labia as you expose the glossy pinkness of my insides. There is more pussy juice pooling at my cunt, and before it can drip, you dip your fingers into it, and I gasp as you apply the first coat on my clit. You rub the pussy juice all along the shaft---on the top and the sides---next on the large, floppy hood, and then---most importantly---on the bright red glans hidden underneath. The next dip brings pussy juice to the head of your cock. I watch you swirl the fluid over the smooth skin and mix it with your pre-cum. You put a few more coats of pussy juice all over my clit and labia, and there's still enough left over to slick you up."I bet you'd love to look at yourself now," you say as you reach for the conveniently-placed mirror on your nightstand. I happen to notice that you put pussy-juice fingerprints on the edges of the mirror as you grab it. You place it between my legs, and I can see myself as you see me. The milky, translucent sheen coats the entire of my large, arousal-plumped pussy, reminding me ever so slightly of glazed donuts. I will never look at a Krisy Kreme in quite the same way again. I need to masturbate, and it occurs to me that you've made me look at myself with that intended result. I reach for the pussy you have so considerately lubed-up for me. I rest the heel of my right hand in the crook of my thigh and put two fingers on my fleshy clitoral hood. I use my fingers to move my hood in slow, arousing circles over that sensitive nub which I don't want to touch directly just yet. The soft sound of liquid pleasure accompanies the view. You know that this is my sure-thing stroke.Here I am, a completely naked woman masturbating just inches in front of you. You don't know what arouses you more, the fact that I am doing it so you can watch or the fact that I am doing it so I can watch. Your gaze goes from the pussy action to my wide-open eyes---which are trained on the scene in the mirror---and back.You've never before seen a woman so absolutely engrossed in her own pleasure, and you cheer me on. In a low, breathy voice, you purr, "Yeah... rub that clit. Do it... just like that. Yeah... watch yourself. You like it, don't you? You like rubbing that clit. Do it for me. Yeah...rub that clit. Do yourself. Do it the way you like it."Every now and then, I take my fingers away and reach over the mirror to smear the pussy juice on your cock. Your arousal is bursting forth, but you don't want to jerk off and spoil it for yourself right now.You grab my wrist and take my hand away, not wanting me to climax just yet. Putting the mirror aside, you take over for me with a less intense stroke to calm me down. My open cunt gapes urgently like a baby bird seeking food, but I know you want me to wait, and I trust you. Your feathery strokes up and down along the edges of my engorged labia relax me. Soon the discomfort fades and I am enjoying your touch with my eyes rolling slightly back as I rest my head on the pillow. Every now and then, you accidentally brush my exposed clit lightly before returning to my labia. These accidents become more and more frequent until you are rubbing my clit rhythmically.I admire your creativity for what you do next. Taking your hand away, you grab your cock and maneuver it so that the tip rubs my clit in the steady circles that you know bring on my orgasm. My fleshy wetness meets the perfect-smooth skin on your cock head, and we both gasp. You work my clit this way for a minute before taking your cock away and switching back to a hand rub. I adjust to the change and settle into that rhythm again. Suddenly, you go back to rubbing my clit with the tip of your cock, and my pleasure skyrockets. I rock my hips up and down to the rhythm of your strokes. You switch back and forth between hand and cock, and the sensations are new and different for me.Taking my hand again, you place it on my pussy, indicating that you want me to be the one to finish myself off. You grab your cock, and we masturbate vigorously to each others' rhythm. There you are, jerking your cock only inches away from my very happy pussy. You jerk. I circle. You jerk. I circle. You hand speeds up so that you are pounding your cock in a flurry, and my fingers match your speed as they whirr on my clit.There's a groan of relief, and I think it comes from you. I'm groaning, too as I feel the gush of your cum hitting my pussy and, also, my hand as I rub myself to climax. The combined sensation of orgasm throbs inside and cum spurts outside is sublime and sends my pussy to heaven. We come down from ecstasy together, and I watch as you squeeze out the last of your dribbles onto the towel. We are both spent and very happy.