She Showed Me How She Used Her Wanking Finger

Many women are embarrassed to talk about their masturbation habits or even to admit that they ever masturbate. However, one girlfriend I had was the exception to this rule. She was not only happy to talk about her love of masturbation in conversation or in email correspondence, but also to demonstrate her technique. She was unmarried,  a short attractive redhead with a huge double G bust. I know this because I bought her several sexy bras. She dressed casually in denims, but always looked very sexy. My first clue to her private habits was her special fingernail. She allowed her finger nails to grow long, but I noticed that the nail on the middle finger of her right hand was cut very short. When I asked her why, she replied 'Because that's my wanking finger. I wouldn't want to scratch my sensitive clit or my cunt, would I?' Wow! I was taken aback by her bluntness, but it made me curious to find out more. We became acquainted at a Summer School when she came on to me so strongly that even I noticed. We had great sex together, but she admitted that although she loved penetration she often needed to wank herself to get to an orgasm. I had no problems with this, of course.  I soon discovered, she preferred sexual positions where she could also use that middle finger to massage her clit while I pounded her cunt. She liked being on top, where, with my cock deep inside her, she could simultaneously rub her pearl. Another favourite was the doggy position where she would lower her right shoulder and reach under herself to caress her clit while I entered her from behind. The standard missionary position also gave her the chance to strum her clit furiously to orgasm provided I gave her the room for her hand to come between us. I asked her questions about her love of masturbation. How often did she do it? 'Normally', she replied, 'once a day usually before I go to sleep, but some mornings I also have a wank before I get up. Occasionally I'll go a few days without doing it so that I can build up my levels of desire so that, when I do have  a wank, the orgasm is stronger. But I rarely miss more than three days. I just need to do it.' Then asked about her preferred method. 'Most days I use my finger, but sometimes I use a dildo. I call it my 'Black Prince', because it is large and very black. I fantasise about being taken by a black man with a huge cock while I use the dildo. I'm very noisy when I wank, especially when I come. I bet the man in the flat above me has a wonderful time listening to me. When I get very wet I like to smear my cunt juices all over my breasts and sometimes on my face too so that I can smell it. When I wank I go into a totally private world of my fantasises. You could walk into the room and I wouldn't notice. I start with my legs wide open and circle my whole vulva with my open hand, but when I want to come I always have to straighten my legs and hold them rigid while I rub my clit with my finger.' I was able to check out this account myself, when we had sex on another occasion. We were on the floor of the bedroom in the hotel where we had arranged to meet.  We had great sex  in all sorts of positions and finally I came inside her. I rolled off her, my cock already starting to wilt, but I could tell that she was far from done. 'Do you mind if I finish myself?' she asked. 'Of course not. Go ahead and I'll watch.' So she immediately clenched her right hand into a fist with the middle finger - the one with the short nail - protruding. This finger slid between the folds of her labia, which were lightly covered in ginger hair. Her red manicured bush was a real turn -on for me. The wanking finger began to do its magic. It reached her clit, which must have been very sensitive after all the sex we had already enjoyed, and then began to circle the little pink hood. Her skin was pure white, except for a few freckles, but the inside of her cunt was a charming pink - the colour of candy floss or bubble gum. It glistened with the moisture that oozed out of her, and her finger soon became very wet. Little squelching and sucking noises emerged from her cunt. I could see that now she was totally concentrated on only one thing - her own pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her lips apart, and her legs had dropped open like a frog's. Though she started slowly, the wanking finger soon began to speed-up, until it was going so fast it became a blur, like a vibrating toothbrush. The longest of her small fingers was positioned precisely on the tip of her clit just under the hood and moving faster than you would imagine to be possible.  She established a rhythm of fast rubbing follow by a pause, then more rapid friction was applied to the critical place within her labia. After a few minutes her legs came together, her thighs hardened as she squeezed them and her buttocks tightened lifting her back off the floor just a little. A red glow spread from her face down her neck and over her chest. She didn't mind that I was watching her intently. I gently caressed her milky white breasts and pinched her small pink nipples. Her left hand reached out to squeeze my cock and her toes began to stretch and curl. She let out an animal shriek which came from deep within her, as if happy  but frustrated. Then after a brief halt, she began again with renewed determination to use her single finger to arouse, excite and finally to achieve her goal. The wanking finger was deep in the cleft of her cunt, wet and slippery, moving faster again. From her mouth came grunting noises from the back of her throat and the sound of her rapid breathing reflecting the effort she was putting into achieving orgasm. After barely a minute I saw a kind of grimace on her face and beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. Her lips were pursed together, her legs stiff and straight out as she made the final effort to cum. Then I saw her back arch and she began to shudder uncontrollably. She had achieved her nirvana, a raised awareness of pure pleasure and fulfilment.   Her hand flopped down beside her, and her legs relaxed as spasms continued to ripple across her stomach muscles for some time. She opened her eyes as if she were regaining consciousness and smiled at me. She was now totally relaxed, sublimely happy and glowing all over. 'Phew! That one took some doing! Maybe because you were watching. But it was great when it came. Did you enjoy it?' 'I certainly did,' I responded eagerly, 'And look what's happened!' My eyes, and hers, went down to my cock which was now rock hard again and ready for more action. 'I can see you're ready for more, but frankly I'm done for now. But you can show me how you wank if you like.' So I did show her, and we ended the evening with us both masturbating together. She even showed where to put th tip of my finger in her cunt, but I knew that no-one could do it better than she could. Writing this has reminded of the great times we had together. She was one of the most uninhibited women I have known and we enjoyed many more mutual wanking sessions over several years.