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On her own
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On Her Own
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... from Ojo De Ella
I was totally horny. I couldn't stand it any longer. Jim was away on
business again and I couldn't wait another minute, much less another two
days. My pussy wanted attention in the worst way. Since Jim wasn't
around to help the situation, I was just going to have to take matters
into my own hands.....so to speak.
I wasn't new to masturbation. Quite the contrary. I actually like doing
it. It was fun. Some of my girl friends said that they would never do
such a thing to themselves. It was too "dykey". That's a lot of crap. I
like it. It feels good. But I don't have any desire to mess around with
other women. It's just a personal experience that I enjoy whenever Jim
can't fulfill my needs. (Actually, I think some of my friends really do
it, but they're too chicken to admit it.)
As comfortable as I am with the idea of masturbation, it's not an
experience that I've shared with Jim. We are pretty opened-minded about
sex but that is something that I've been just a little too timid to
include in our repitoir.
I had the house completely to myself. I was all alone. I was really
going to enjoy this. I put some light music on the stereo in the bedroom,
turned down the lights, and pulled the corner of the sheets down on my
side (the left) of the bed.
Then I went and took a shower.
While drying off in the dressing area, I glanced at my reflection in the
mirror. "Not bad", I thought. I was in pretty good shape. It looked
like my late twenties were still being kind to me. Up to now, I had
little trouble keeping my 5'-6" frame at a steady 110 pounds. I was
especially thankful for the appearance of my breasts. Not huge by some
standards (36D), but Jim insisted that their shape and size is perfect for
me. I believe him.
I'm not really preoccupied with my body. I just take inventory from time
to time.
Now it was time for some periodic maintenance. I took my razor and little
scissors from the drawer and made my way into the bathroom. With one leg
up on the edge of the toilet, I began to trim my pubic hair. Not cut it,
just trim it. I carefully used the razor to shave the fine light brown
hair away from my tan line. I like to wear very high french cut bathing
suits, panties, and lingerie. Nothing ruins the effect more than pubic
hair sticking out at the edges. I shaped the hair with the razor until
the familiar and very slim triangle had reappeared. Next, I used the
scissors to thin what was left until only a whisp of hair covered my pussy.
The final touch came when I parted my lips and trimmed the hairs right on
the edge as far back as I could. That was for Jim. He seems to enjoy
kissing me down there more when I've done that. I don't know why and some
day I'll ask him.
With a splash of my favorite after-bath, I was finished.
I made my way back to the bed and hopped in. I put the covers over me,
put my arms behind my head and relaxed. (Gee, I just love how the clean
sheets feel against my body.)
This was always the hardest part. What do I start to think about? How do
I get in the mood. I looked to my left and could see myself in the
mirrored closet door. I flashed back to when I saw myself in the dressing
area mirror and how glad I was about how I looked. I began to wonder what
Jim and I looked like when we made love.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I watched the covers rise and
roll as I moved my right hand over to my left breast. I cupped it gently.
I ran my fingers lightly around the underside and would occasionally push
it up in a reassuring grasp. "What does this look like?", I wondered. I
rolled onto my left side and continued to look at myself in the mirror. I
pulled the covers down until my navel was visible. I looked at how my
full breasts formed a deep line in the middle of my chest.
My caressing, however gentle, had caused my nipple to shrink and become
erect. I liked it. I was feeling good.
I widened my touch to cover my entire left breast. A great tingle shot
through my body the first time my nipple was rubbed by the palm of my
hand. I began to lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed in
the space between my thumb and forefinger.
I was beginning to feel the benefits of my caresses in an area other than
my breasts. I could feel a dampness beginning to form deep within my
groin.
Soon my left nipple was getting a bit too sensitive to my touch. I
brought my hand to my mouth and briefly sucked on the index and middle
fingers. I returned my hand to my breast and deposited as much saliva as
I could directly on my nipple. This certainly helped. I repeated the
process with ever increasing frequency. I expanded my attentions to
include both breasts.
After a while, I found that my saliva wasn't helping with the increasing
speed and firmness with which I was caressing myself. I needed a thicker,
and more slippery, lubricant. I definitely knew where to find one.
Still on my side, I continued to watch in the mirror and uncovered the
rest of my body.
I started to raise my right leg.
I had a perfect view of my pussy. As I my leg rose, I could tell that my
wetness had caused the lips of my pussy to stick together. As it went
higher and higher, my lips began to open on their own. It was a very
erotic sight.
I used my index and ring fingers to spread my cunt lips. I could see my
fully exposed clitoris and the opening to my vagina clearly in the mirror.
I slowly pushed my middle finger into my cunt. I let out a short gasp.
(There is something very unique about the first stroke into a woman's
vagina.) I moved it around and felt every bump of my precious insides. I
began to move my finger in and out; knowing that this would cause my body
to immediately produce more of the lubricant that I sought.
Indeed it did. Soon my hand was coated with the clear fluid. I removed
my hand and moved it towards my breast. I was excited with feeling of the
warm slippery juices clinging to my fingers.
Eagerly, I began to spread the slick lubricant over my nipples. My body
reacted instantly. My pussy rushed to make more and my nipples sent
shivers the length of my body every time my fingers touched them. Again
and again my hand returned to between my legs for the sensuous nectar.
Faster and faster I rubbed it all over my breasts. My breathing became
faster and heavier. As it evaporated, I could feel my chest becoming
more and more sticky. Every time I moved and my breasts would part, I
could see my juices clinging to try and maintain contact with both of
them. I could now smell the musk that I was so happily spreading on my
body.
The mirror was unimportant now. I shut my eyes and laid flat on my back.
Both hands were free to bring the wetness from my cunt and place it
anywhere I wanted.
I used my right hand to caress my breasts and allowed my left to remain
between my legs. I inserted my middle and ring fingers into my vagina and
rubbed my clitoris with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy!
I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was doing to me. As if
detached from my body, I wanted it to feel my middle finger move in and
out of my vagina. I wanted it to feel how, with each outward stroke, a
small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger out. Faster and
faster I moved my fingers inside my body.
I brought my wet right hand up to my nose and took in a deep breath of the
sweet magic aroma. I opened my eyes only to briefly look at my slick
glistening fingers before they disappeared into my mouth. I licked and
sucked feverishly at every digit. It was like I had a great thirst that
would never be satisfied. Again and again I wet my hand with my cunt
juices and coated my lips and tongue with the special taste. My left hand
continued the in and out thrusting of my fingers and the up and down
caressing of my clit. My eyes remained riveted shut. I was a million
miles away. My orgasm was fast approaching.
"Jill", is what I heard and it seemed to echo from a great distance.
But it was close. Jim had come home early to surprise me and was standing
right next to the bed. My body tensed and instantly froze. My mouth was
open and my tongue was between my fingers. My legs were spread eagled on
the bed and my exposed pussy was in plan view. Two fingers of my left
hand was still buried deep inside my vagina.
After a tenth of a second, that seemed like an eternity, I relaxed again.
My passion, momentarily gone, had now returned with full force. When my
eyes focused for the first time, I could see that Jim had been there for
some time. He was completely naked. His magnificent cock was fully erect
and standing straight out from his body. The tip of his penis had already
begun to ooze its own clear wetness.
There we were. Me, totally exposed along one side of the bed, involved in
what was up to now, a completely private experience. There was Jim,
leaning against the bed, even with my tummy, obviously excited.
Then he spoke again. "Don't stop honey. Don't stop."
His voice was calm, reassuring, supportive, and gentle. Instantly, I knew
that everything was just fine.
I resumed the thrusting of my fingers in my vagina. I finished licking
the wetness from my fingers and closed my eyes again.
"Oh baby, I missed you so", I heard myself say.
"Me too honey. Me too", was his reply. "Does it feel good baby? Does it
feel good?"
"Oh yes....yes", I said.
I felt a cold drop on my stomach. I opened my eyes and again looked at
Jim. He was using his own hand to rub his cock. That, coupled with the
sight of what I was doing, was really turning him on. The lubricant from
the tip of his penis was beginning to drip onto my body.
I said, "Let me help you with that."
I removed my left hand from my pussy. It was completely coated with a
slick film of moisture. Threads of the sticky juices stretched from
finger to finger as my hand made its way to Jim's crotch. With a
confident motion, my hand wrapped around his stiff cock. Quickly, I
lubricated the shaft with my wetness. With a firm grip, I began to stroke
him.
I revelled in the feeling of every bump and vein as they moved underneath
the outer skin of his penis. I marveled at how the circumcised head
would partially disappear into the skin collected at the apex of my
stroke. I was delighted every time my actions would cause another drop of
his wetness to make its way to my stomach via a long liquid thread.
He watched intently and gasped, "Oh yes....Oh yes..That feels sooo good."
I brought my right hand to the small pool of Jim's juices that had formed
on my stomach. I played with it and rubbed it 'round and 'round. I
coated my fingers with it and then placed them where they would do the
most good. I once again concentrated on my own pleasures by plunging my
fingers back into my vagina. Again and again I collected Jim's fluid's to
lubricate my thrusting fingers; all the while continuing to fuck Jim's
cock with my left hand.
I first sensed it when my hand was near his balls. He was going to come.
He didn't have to tell me, but he did anyway. I ever so slightly pushed
his penis towards the lower portion of my body.
His cock swelled against my grip. Jim's head fell back against his neck
and his pelvis jerked for the first time.
A long creamy white stream of cum burst from the end of his penis. Most
of it landed in my perfectly groomed pubic hair, as I had hoped. A
slender strand of cum ran along my lower abdomen and up to the side of my
body. It stopped precisely under Jim's cock.
A second spasm from Jim's body deposited an equal volume of the priceless
nectar almost in the same place.
I kept stroking him as again and again his body convulsed but now his
orgasm was diminishing. Each new spasm produced less and less cum that
was now landing on my arm, closer and closer to its point of origin.
For a woman, at least this woman, the moment of a man's orgasm is very
precious indeed. He is completely vulnerable. He cannot stop or alter
the inevitable results. He has no control over his body. All of my
actions culminated in this moment. I had caused this to happen. I was in
control.
The proof of my success, similar to a rainbow after a storm, is the
wondrous sight of a man's cum spurting from his penis. Some women don't
like it. Some are turned off by the taste, smell, and texture. Some
don't like to see it or feel their lovers come in their mouths. They feel
controlled. Not me. I am in control. I can decide when he is to have an
orgasm. When a man's penis is in my hands, or in my mouth, I can
determine the exact moment when I will have his cum. It is on my terms.
I almost feel that a man's cum is actually mine. And I want it.
All the while, I continued to use my fingers just like Jim had used his
beautiful cock in the past. I raced closer and closer to my own orgasm.
The sight of what Jim had done was overwhelming. Huge drops of the white
translucent cream slowly dripped down my arm. I was beginning to feel
his warm cum drip from my pubic bone and down to my pussy. I released my
grip on Jim's cock and used both hands to open myself as wide as I could.
We both watch it slowly oozed through my pubic hair and make its way
between the lips of my cunt. Just as it reached my swollen clitoris, it
instantly mixed with the wetness already there and quickly raced towards
my open cunt, and began to slip in.
Now it was my turn. I began to rub my pussy with rapidly intensifying
movements. I rubbed the sticky combination of my own juices and Jim's cum
all over my clit. Faster and faster I went. My breasts jiggled with
every motion. I plunged as many fingers as I could deep into my cunt and
move them in and out.
Again and again I fucked myself.
I was so close now. With cum still sliding down my arm, I used my other
hand to wildly pump Jim's still oozing cock.
Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Closer and closer I came.
"You hand! Your hand!", I managed to gasp. My eyes opened wide and my
back arched. I grabbed his left hand and quickly thrust three of his
fingers into my cunt that was on the verge of eruption. I held my pussy
open and I rubbed my clit as fast as I could.
"Oh Fuck me! Fuck me!", I yelled and I felt his fingers do the job of his
cock.
And then I came.
My stomach muscles contracted over and over again. Spasm after spasm.
Each time, my lungs expanded and quickly collapsed, causing me to emit
huge gasps. My head and chest lunged upward over and over again.
I could feel my vagina contract over and over again. Each time, I could
feel my muscles clench tightly around Jim's still thrusting fingers. Each
time, I felt my body just gush more and more of my cum onto his hand. I
heard that wet sucking sound made every time his fingers momentarily left
my cunt.
And then it was over.
I fell back onto the bed and, for an instant, couldn't move. My eyes were
shut tight. My hands rested over Jim's to keep his fingers in me. Ever
so slightly he would move just the tip of a finger and my whole body would
instantly jerk once more.
We remained essentially motionless. I could still feel my muscles
randomly spasm on his fingers. I looked up at him with loving eyes.
I raised my hands up to Jim and motioned him over me. He removed his hand
from my cunt, placed himself over me and knelt between my legs. I
reached out with both hands and lightly grabbed his still erect cock. I
drew it towards my pussy. I let go with one hand and began to collect
some cum from my cunt. He watched me use my hand to rub my juices all
along the sides if his shaft.
After it was well lubricated, I drew his cock closer while I held my pussy
open. A drop of his cum still hung from his penis by a slender string.
I placed it right on my exposed clit and then began to rub his cock all
over my pussy. Then, with a short rapid up and down motion, I used his
cock to again separate my cunt lips. I placed the tip just inside my
vagina. I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I love you", and slid
his cock home. His penis completely filled my cunt. We laid there
motionless.
He laid on my chest and supported his weight with his elbows. He kissed
me softly on the lips.
I looked over to his left hand and could see just how strong my orgasm had
been. His hand literally dripped. I could smell the special mixture of
his cum and my own. It was almost clear and looked like an egg white as
it coated his fingers.
I moved my head over to it and licked some onto my tongue. It was
delightful. I could easily distinguish our unique tastes. Quickly, I
rubbed my tongue over Jim's lips in hopes that he would share this very
special moment.
He did.
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