Girls That Masturbate

Girls that masturbate,
I personally think are great,
And they never have to worry,
About a date,
As they work their fingers to elate.

They (you) can have any man you chose,
With absolutely nothing to lose,
Just close your eyes with fingers arise,
With no fear of any size.

Then there is a girl,
With pretty blonde curls,
That asked me for a masturbating date,
“Oh, it’s cool it's great,” she giggles
“We do ourselves as we watch each other.”

So with nothing at loss,
Except words and a load,
We went to her place of abode,
How we first met is another poem to be told.

Her place covered with frilly lace,
Decor to a young girl’s taste,
There is a leather love seat,
Built for two,
In the middle of her room.

A lovely studio with a view,
All glass on the southern exposure,
But before our masturbating date,
I checked for a hidden camera or two.

We stripped taking inventory,
One of the other,
She smiled at my rising semi,
And she with such a tanned rock hard ass,
Her studio with southern glass class.

We sat on her love sofa built for two,
Covered with flannel sheets,
“Stretch your legs over to me,” she said lovingly,
Then she placed hers on top of mine.

She started slowly fingering and rubbing,
From her clit to her tits and back again,
Her legs were up her legs came down,
She arched her strong back,
As her fingers went deep and around,

She gyrated left,
She gyrated right,
All to my delight,
And keeping her eyes tight on mine,

But my plight to her delight,
I could not touch myself,
Or I would have lost it all,
So there it was rock hard and throbbing,
And me on the edge of exploding,

The smell of her sex filled the room,
Her cooing and moaning was all I heard,
With sounds of gushing wetness,
As her long fingered hands moved with madness,

She looked to my throbbing member,
Standing red hard and alone,
“Eight inches?”
She moaned working herself,
In a greater foam.

Her hands were frantic,
Her fingers quick,
White and creamy froth gathering,
On her blonde forest thick,

With Golden thighs glistening,
With muscles screaming,
When from her quivering lips,
A throaty sound came “Finish me!”
She didn’t have to command me twice.

Like an overflowing well she gushed,
Her breaths were hard,
Her cygnet neck thick,
As my manliness took the place beneath her clit.

Three plunges into her young womanliness,
Is all I could hold before the dam broke,
Four more stout strokes with explosions,
With blood and muscles straining,
All from her masturbation.

She kissed me full and deep,
And said in my mouth,
“You are the most totally awesome man,
Let’s do it again!”

Bewilder and confused,
Exhausted and yet I didn’t do anything,
I said, “thank you,
You go ahead and start without me,
I’ll watch for awhile.”

Yes, girls that masturbate are great,
How I love masturbating girls,
Let me count the ways.
One—you are never late for a date.