Masturbating For Women - Sex Stories

Masturbating For Women

... would love to get my tongue in her vagina.

And yet... and yet...

"You can't stare at my... bits," she said, far from a born negotiator but sensing that she had a significant say in the outcome. Finally, she snapped out of her reverie. "Okay?" she said, savouring her decisiveness. "Stay where you are."

Angling her legs away from me, she reached down to her pubic bush and began to play with her clitoris, first with one finger and then with a rhythmic flickering of all four. She was like a concert pianist, playing a brisk, lilting tune on her charmed instrument. Her face was a study in concentration as she conjured feelings of excitement from herself, the composer and player of her own arousal. Her legs drifted further apart and I knew she really wanted me to see what she was at the same time embarrassed about.

It took her back to earlier, more innocent days when she had sat on park benches on warm days, her legs slightly apart for the benefit of men who lazed on the grass a few yards away, up on both elbows, supposedly reading a book but casually looking up her skirt. She remembered how she would then hastily walk the few hundred yards to the family home and play with herself urgently, coming to a swift and grateful orgasm and then feeling ...

... ashamed.

But somehow now, I could imagine her thinking, she could have the orgasm and extend it into something romantic with this man - me - whom she liked and thought a decent, trustworthy person.

Careering towards the edge, she looked at me with something approaching panic and I flung myself at her, kissing her tenderly. As she began to cum, she withdrew her hand and held her thighs wide apart in invitation. I got on my knees and thrust my face into the fray. She was very wet and wonderfully fragrant with that inimitable female smell. I took all the folds and flaps and swellings I could find and sucked the juice from her. She was making suppressed noises of determination, lust and something like surrender as her orgasm exploded, sending shockwaves through her body. She twitched and lurched, wrapping her legs around my head. Then she leaned far, far back, exposing her anus to me, as an exhausted hunted deer turns to face its pursuers.

I licked her little brown hole and she cried out, then writhed some more, before pulling me out of the heavenly war zone and wrapping me in her arms.

"What on earth have you done to me?" she mused. "I'm not like that at all."

"But you are," I countered. "You're a proper woman and you're actually kind of wonderful."