Witnessing Her First Orgasms
I began dating a 26yo woman I met in a French class. Sex was good, in that she had a hot body and was funny and cute. She liked different positions and let me experiment to a point, but licking her clit was forbidden. Masturbation was not something she did or talked about.
After a few weeks I decided the nuns in Catholic school had really messed her up. I ordered an electric massager that was marketed as a masturbation device. It was fairly quiet at the low speed and I had experienced this model when I found one in the night table when house-sitting. My engorged cock head enjoyed wearing one of the attachments on that device like a little hat and it became addicted to this masturbation method. If my girlfriend refused to let me use the machine on her, it still wasnât going to gather dust.
It arrived, and on the following weekend she was going to sleep at my place. At playtime I showed her the box and gadgetry. This upset her. She began to cry and said she was a freak, and told how her previous boyfriend classified her as frigid. I responded that there was no such thing.
It took a lot of coaxing and gentle suggestion to be allowed to use the largest attachment on her neck and shoulders. I did that for a while and eventually traveled to her ass and thighs.
I suggested massaging her front and talked her into turning over. Eventually the only part of her body left, I believed, would be ready for massaging. When the vibe slowly sneaked along toward her clit she grabbed a paperback from my night table and began to read it, like she was bored or something. Turning the page about every minute. I quickly switched to the attachment for personal stimulation and she turned pages faster. In ten minutes she said âThat feels so goodâ and I went after her clit from different angles and then repeatedly made a slow path from base to tip of a beautifully stiffening mass of female nerve endings, while I drooled a constant stream of precum. âWhat are you DOING? she said, and then tossed the book away.
Around 30 seconds later she began growling and grunting, her hips making a fucking motion and her head lifting off the pillow. I kept vibrating her clit, then began easing off a bit and switched off. When her breath became normal I asked if that had ever happened before. âNot even close,â she answered.
I waited 5 more minutes while I guessed she was letting it all sink in. I told her women can sometimes go again. She didnât say anything, and I waited a minute for her to give an answer, but she seemed to be shy about that. So I switched on the massager and she opened her thighs. When she came this time her head rose from the pillow but there was less grunting and more moaning. I told her we needed to wait for the machine to cool down, and we kissed while I drooled precum on her thigh and slid my penis in a precum smear on her skin. She was very slippery inside too, and we fucked until I had to cum inside her. Afterwards she spread her thighs once again when she heard the switch and hum, and came very quickly, moaning and lifting her head. She was now very ticklish and giggly and wouldnât let me touch her anywhere. âIâm very sleepy,â she said, and was out like a light. I tried to sleep but was too worked up. I needed a sleep-inducer so I lay next to her, masturbating while running the sequence again. While she slept I shot cum all over my chest. Two times more during the night I woke up, turned on the device and helped her make up for lost time.
After a few weeks I decided the nuns in Catholic school had really messed her up. I ordered an electric massager that was marketed as a masturbation device. It was fairly quiet at the low speed and I had experienced this model when I found one in the night table when house-sitting. My engorged cock head enjoyed wearing one of the attachments on that device like a little hat and it became addicted to this masturbation method. If my girlfriend refused to let me use the machine on her, it still wasnât going to gather dust.
It arrived, and on the following weekend she was going to sleep at my place. At playtime I showed her the box and gadgetry. This upset her. She began to cry and said she was a freak, and told how her previous boyfriend classified her as frigid. I responded that there was no such thing.
It took a lot of coaxing and gentle suggestion to be allowed to use the largest attachment on her neck and shoulders. I did that for a while and eventually traveled to her ass and thighs.
I suggested massaging her front and talked her into turning over. Eventually the only part of her body left, I believed, would be ready for massaging. When the vibe slowly sneaked along toward her clit she grabbed a paperback from my night table and began to read it, like she was bored or something. Turning the page about every minute. I quickly switched to the attachment for personal stimulation and she turned pages faster. In ten minutes she said âThat feels so goodâ and I went after her clit from different angles and then repeatedly made a slow path from base to tip of a beautifully stiffening mass of female nerve endings, while I drooled a constant stream of precum. âWhat are you DOING? she said, and then tossed the book away.
Around 30 seconds later she began growling and grunting, her hips making a fucking motion and her head lifting off the pillow. I kept vibrating her clit, then began easing off a bit and switched off. When her breath became normal I asked if that had ever happened before. âNot even close,â she answered.
I waited 5 more minutes while I guessed she was letting it all sink in. I told her women can sometimes go again. She didnât say anything, and I waited a minute for her to give an answer, but she seemed to be shy about that. So I switched on the massager and she opened her thighs. When she came this time her head rose from the pillow but there was less grunting and more moaning. I told her we needed to wait for the machine to cool down, and we kissed while I drooled precum on her thigh and slid my penis in a precum smear on her skin. She was very slippery inside too, and we fucked until I had to cum inside her. Afterwards she spread her thighs once again when she heard the switch and hum, and came very quickly, moaning and lifting her head. She was now very ticklish and giggly and wouldnât let me touch her anywhere. âIâm very sleepy,â she said, and was out like a light. I tried to sleep but was too worked up. I needed a sleep-inducer so I lay next to her, masturbating while running the sequence again. While she slept I shot cum all over my chest. Two times more during the night I woke up, turned on the device and helped her make up for lost time.
2 months ago