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Times with Teddy Part 4

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: girltoy Posted on: 10 Dec 2003 1 comments
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Our "Pact"That same evening, after I had first masturbated for Teddy and he had bathed me with his cum we talked on for a couple of hours. We talked about what had happened since our first encounter in the store a couple of weeks before, where we were at that point and what it all meant. I started by having him go to the kitchen and fill a large bowl with warm water and bring a couple of towels from the bathroom. I had him sponge all the cum off of my sex parts and I in turn washed off his genitals. We remained like that on the floor for the rest of the evening. We started with him laying on his back with his legs on the seat of the easy chair and I sat with my back propped against the same chair. In this position I could reach under one leg and fondle his penis and balls I could drape one leg over his torso so that he could insert his fingers into my pussy. The first thing we spoke about was how comfortable we seemed to be all naked like that together. We spoke of what it must be like to be a naturist, to feel free of clothes but also free of any inhibitions to act out sexually, to masturbate at the thought or sight of sexual parts. We had both heard that naturists have no inclination to act sexually in their encampments but we both agreed that this seemed a little hard to fathom and that we preferred to be as sexual as each of us wished. We vowed to get together regularly and have our own little nudist camp of two and that whenever we got together we would immediately undress and remain that way whether we were acting sexual or just doing mundane things such as washing dishes. We aimed to create our own lilt garden of Eden where man and woman exist without shame. We discussed the whole notion of shame and why it exists in sexual situations. Men and women both have desire and both are fascinated by the sexual parts of the other. At least we were! So why the shame? Why even modesty? Why not just accept the fact that the one is aroused by the other and get on with it? We agreed that we would banish shame and modesty from our relationship and abet each other in acting out on our most extravagant sexual impulses. I would feel no more awkward with my legs akimbo and a gaping open pussy than I would with a simple open smile on my face. He could walk around all evening with a poking erection masturbating it gently. Open sexuality, shameless!!!!I also felt I owed him a little explanation of my three don'ts, no kissing, no fucking and no cum on the face. I felt obliged to explain after having discussed how open and uninhibited we were going to be there were now some restrictions. In my mind the kissing and the penis in the vagina restrictions had to do with reserving those two things for relations with my husband. It was a line I drew that, for me, defined faithfulness to him, as strange as that notion might seem given the sexual exposure I was willing to submit to for Teddy's benefit. ...........and for mine of course. The kissing was for me an act of love making and the acceptance of a man's penis in my vagina and the desire to have him plant his semen there is also a part of love making as opposed to pure sexual stimulation and masturbation which is what Teddy and I were talking about as we formed our little "pact". The cum on the face was another matter, unrelated to love making, but having to do with my apprehensive feelings about eating a man's ejaculation, something I had never done. It was a point on which I told him I would be willing to "consider" experimenting. At times the idea seemed sexy, at others a little repellent. We discussed these things and Teddy seemed understanding and accepting of my strictures. There was one other prohibition which I held within myself which was that I was not going to perform any of these anticipated sexual acts in my bedroom. The conflicts and rationalizations were flying around in my mind as I was trying to preserve some sense of sanctity in my marriage while at the same time allow myself sexual license to pleasure myself in ways that were proving impossible within that same marriage.So with a new sense of liberation from our modesty, and an acknowledged sexual awareness Teddy and I embarked on a erotic adventure that was to last the next several months with twists and turns that I could not have anticipated as we proposed our little garden of Eden to each other. My limits were to be tested a number of times. There is much that will be told about that adventure but the first step that night was a little mutual exploration of each others genitals. Teddy told me he wanted to play with my "cunt", his word. I said he was free to play with my "cunt" and lay back on the soft quilt and drew my legs up and apart. I lay there totally submissive as he ran his fingers up and down my cleft. As he probed he commented on what were the first female genitalia he had ever touched. My skin coloring is olive, Mediterranean, and the coloring of my labia varies from dark brown around the edges of my inner lips to baby pink in the soft flesh of my vagina. He marveled at the coloring and as my labia are very fleshy he could distend them and flop them back and forth. He could scrunch them up in a fleshy projection or lay them back to each side of my vaginal entry. The coloring and layering reminded him, he said, of a flower, not exactly the most original of observations but it led him to grace them with a name, "Petunia". "Petunia Pussy" to be precise. He said he referred to his penis as "Oscar" so now we had Oscar and Petunia. I asked him if Oscar had a last name but he said no. I encouraged him to insert his fingers into my vagina and he did that. Then I demonstrated how the hood on my clitoris could be pulled up and my most erotic spot exposed. Basically I was teaching him how to masturbate me. I had fantasized about his penetrating me with his fingers while frigging my clit and I started explaining this to him. He had watched me do this earlier in the evening with my vibrator and now I was encouraging him to do the same. He switched from his fingers to the vibrator and continued to circle around my hard little clitty with his index finger. I was getting aroused and after a few minutes of this I had an orgasm, a small one but still satisfying. Teddy continued to frig on so I had to push his hand away and explain that the stimulation felt uncomfortable after I came. It was not bad for his first try but he was going to need some more training before he would become expert. He stopped frigging me and when I had calmed down he sat there still running his hands up and down my inner thighs across my pussy and through my very full auburn bush. I don't like to trim my bush except for the areas that might poke out from my bathing suit in the summer. I have a dense triangle above and pubic hair runs in a fringe along the edges of my outer lips down to my rectum. I love my pubic hair and to me it is a very feminine hairy nimbus highlighting my precious private sex parts. For me parting the bush is as important an act as parting my labia when offering myself for sex, whether it be for a man or as a part of my masturbation ritual. Finally he played with my breasts. I have smallish breasts but my nipples are very puffy with these little round knobs at the very tip that are easy to pinch between the thumb and forefinger. Teddy rolled them around and licked them so they felt cold and tingley. He commented on my nipples saying how he loved their dark brown coloring and how puffy, hard and pointy they are when he plays with them. Hearing him say this actually got me a little excited again as I love my breasts and their shape even if they are not big floppy maternal bosoms. They are erotic and in the summer the one sexy thing I like to do is to wear a T shirt with no bra and try and catch the dirty old men eyeballing those two protruding little beads jiggling along as I walk down the street. I fantasize that they are all going home and masturbating their brains out after fantasizing about what was under my little covering of cotton. Love those dirty old men!But no need for thoughts of dirty old men when I had my dirty young man sitting right there feeling me up and making me feel all good and sexy as he poured appreciatively over my body. After maybe an hour of this I said that he should be going before too long and if he would like I would try and masturbate him before he left. I wanted him to teach me his techniques for jerking off. His response was total enthusiasm. To do this he had me sit first on a straight back chair and then he sat on my lap with his back to me. This way I could reach around and touch him with my right and in the same position as his right hand and the left corresponding as well. He took my right hand in his and showed me how to form a loop with my thumb and index finger. Then he showed me how to insert the tip of his penis into the loop while squeezing his shaft between the other three fingers and the palm of my hand. With my left hand he said I should lightly cup his balls.At this point I felt like a trombone player, hands and fingers in the proper positions, just needing some instruction on how to move them. With the right hand he explained there were three phases of motion. Initially as arousal builds I was to stroke up and down his shaft and when his penis tip passed through the thumb and forefinger loop I was to knead and massage his knob and run the forefinger over his pee hole a bit before sliding back down the shaft. This would give special attention to his most sensitive area, the purple ridge around his knob and especially the place under his dick tip where everything flows together. It also helps spread his natural lube on his cock. The second phase of stroking was when he began to feel an impending ejaculation. He said he would inform me at this point and that I was to then forget about his shaft and vibrate the thumb forefinger loop as rapidly as I could in a very short motion that just stimulated his purple ridge. Finally at the first appearance of cum I was to simply squeeze his penis as hard as I could, grasping it close to the tip but not obscuring his pee hole which was at that moment becoming his cum hole. With the left hand I was to alternate between cupping and lightly fondling his balls and running my middle finger down to poke at his rectum. At the point when he indicated he was about to ejaculate I was to slide to his rectum and poke into it as hard as I felt comfortable doing. After all this instruction I took over and gave it a run. Getting an erection was no problem for him as he had had one since he first sat on my lap. Once he had finished instructing me he held his arms stretched above his head and said...... "I'm flying, look Ma, no hands!" and he let me do the rest. It worked! In the space of several minutes he shot his second load of the evening and he didn't touch himself at all.