She was the kind of woman I am immediately attracted to: An engaging simile, small shapely breasts, and a radiant aura of self-confidence. And now I was sitting cross-legged on her bed just finishing a joint of killer weed she suggested we share. Marijuana makes me viscerally horny, and I was basking in the anticipation of what was to come next.
She flashed that engaging smile and said, "I love smoking dope because it makes me feel so 'basic' about my body. And I just love sharing those feelings. What do you say we get to know each other a little better?"
Her hands moved slowly to her breasts and massaged the lovely nipples through her silky blouse. Her eyes were closed and she went "ummmmmmm," as she relished the sensation.
"When I was in fifth or sixth grade I yearned for my breasts to develop, but as you can see, I've had a long wait. It took some getting used to, but now I love my body." She emphasized the point by stretching the material of her blouse tightly across her breasts, causing her nipples to poke out through the fabric.
"Besides, I discovered that many men prefer small breasts. I'm guessing you're one of them," she said, eyeing the obvious bulge between my legs. "Let's see if I'm right."
She slipped off her top and deliciously began caressing herself. Her breasts were exquisite. Beautifully shaped, very firm and tipped with perfectly round areola that swelled gracefully to luscious pointed nipples. She grasped her pink nipples firmly and pulled them away from her body. After admiring this effect for few moments, she let them snap back. The movement this created in her incredible breasts was almost too much to bear. She repeated the process five or six times – obviously enjoying the uninhibited way she was performing for my benefit.
"When I'm high, I like to think about what my breasts are really for," she said as she continued to play with herself -- "Making milk to nourish a helpless baby. I love the idea of milk flowing into a baby's mouth as he sucks on my nipples. "Do you think you could pretend to be a baby?"
I didn't require further prompting. Her natural fragrance was tantalizing, and I could feel the warmth emanating from her body as my lips approached. I lightly touched the very tip of her nipple with my tongue and flicked it from side to side. I teased her this way for a few seconds before licking around and around the hardening nub – gradually working my way to include her entire raised areole. I pulled back and admired my wet, pointy prize – blowing on it softly to create a new sensation. There was a pained look on her face. I repeated the process with the other breast; lingering a bit longer this time. Finally, I did what she wanted so badly. My lips encircled the succulent mound and began to rhythmically nurse at the silky flesh. My head moved in circular motions as I suckled, providing additional stimulation to her entire breast. Her body melted to my touch, and her nipple became even more alive in my mouth. I knew she was in ecstasy. My fingers went to her other breast, feeling its wonderful hardness and warmth. After a long delicious encounter, it was time to switch sides, just as a baby would do.
She began to whisper, "nipple, nipple, nipple" over and over again. Don't you just love the way it sounds? It's such a descriptive word for protruding bits of flesh designed just for a baby to suck on. I love the idea of milk squirting out of them. I can almost imagine the way it would feel now. "Nipple, nipple, nipple."
"When I was young my mother made me wear a bra. With my body the only conceivable reason was to conceal my nipples. But I've never wanted to. Why should I be embarrassed by my body? Besides, I love to watch men watch me when they realize I'm braless. They pretend not to notice, but the movement of my body is a huge turn on – at least for those who like flat chested women. It makes me proud to be a woman, proud of my small breasts, proud of my nipples and proud to show them off. Besides, how do you think I got your attention?
"Do you know what else I'm proud of?"
"Probably of many things."
"Let me show you."
She couldn't resist just a few more playful tweaks of her still erect nipples before slipping out of her jeans. She resumed her cross-legged position and let her finger tips traverse her svelte body. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy. She was reviling in anticipation. Her fingers worked their way up her inner thighs until they began to dance delicately across the front of her plain cotton panties. She was barely making contact as the display continued. A wet spot appeared and a wonderful, irresistible scent emanated from her body. She eased the panties down her long silky legs and held them first under her nose and then mine. "I just love the way my body smells when I'm turned on. Why don't you get a little more comfortable?"
I took off my shirt and jeans, but went no further. There was a bit of a smile as she eyed my white boxers. We both knew a more proper unveiling would soon be called for.
She motioned for me to sit facing her as the game went on. Lying against the headboard, she gently began moving the fingers of her right hand along the length of her opening. The up and down movement continued as her fingers entered her vagina just deeply enough to gather some of its fragrant juices. After a few minutes she stopped and rubbed her fingers together – judging whether there was sufficient lubrication for her next move. Apparently the answer was "yes" because she began to massage her inner labia between her thumb and forefingers working slowly from bottom of her slit to the top. She continued this technique, moving up one side and then other, gaining a bit of momentum as her arousal increased. I noticed that she was being very careful not to make direct contact with her clitoris. Her nipples were getting harder.
"I promised to show you what else I'm proud of," she reminded me.
"Sometimes when I masturbate, I use a mirror to watch myself make my clit really hard and pretend like I'm a man showing my erect penis to a lover."
With that she started to rub up and down over her clit with four very wet fingers of her right hand while spreading her lips with the other. This action made her alluring breasts move provocatively. I could tell she was really getting turned on – and so was I.
"Feel my wetness," she ordered as she opened her inner lips for me with both hands. I inserted my finger into her awaiting orifice. The slippery wetness made it easy to slide all the way inside. The muscles of her vagina began to contract around my invading digit in waves, as if to milk the life from a welcome penis. Suddenly she spread her legs as far apart as they would go. Her fingers opened the top of her vagina and pulled back firmly on her clitoris hood. The bright red organ poked out proudly.
"See how hard it is!" she gasped. She used her left hand to keep her prize exposed and began tugging on it with her right. She used a motion similar to the one she had used on her nipples. Stretching the erect little bud away from her body, contemplating it for a moment and then letting it spring back. The circulation in my finger was being cut off by the forcefulness of her vaginal muscles.
"I may not have a big throbbing penis, but look at how erect I am! Here is the essence of my womanhood. How I love showing it to you! My nipples may be for a baby, but this is for me. For my pleasure, for my fulfillment, for my identity as a sexual being. For me, me me!
"It's incredible," I told her. "And sharing it with me this way is one of the most profound demonstrations of pure sexual energy I have ever experienced."
"We're just getting started," she mused. "I think it's time for you to show me your penis."
That was my cue to reclaim my finger. I withdrew it slowly along the roof of her canal, making contact with her bright red clitoris on the way out. "Careful," she warned. I moved my finger to my nose and inhaled deeply.
My penis had been erect throughout her little demonstration – a fact that could not have been more obvious given the lump in my shorts. I had been concerned that it would pop out through the slit in my underwear; something that would have preempted my unveiling it for her properly. Fortunately my secret remained secure. I encircled my erection with the baggy white cotton of my boxers, giving her a small preview. "I have never wanted to show this to anyone more than I do now," I whispered.
I slowly inched the elastic waistband of my underwear down along my length. My penis stood at attention under her searing glare as I sat naked before her. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed.
She made a ring with her thumb and forefinger and lightly stroked the area just below my glans. "Is that your most sensitive spot?"
"Uh, huh," I stammered, taken back by her directness. "But now it's your turn to be careful."
"Don't move," she ordered. "See how it bobs with the beating of your heart." We admired it together for a few moments.
"Let's look inside."
She grasped the top and bottom of my head with both hands and applied firm pressure until the opening of my urethra separated. "It's dark in there," she said. She maintained this pressure as her tongue explored the open passageway. The sensation was one I had never experienced, but it made me feel even more in tune to the situation we were experiencing.
The dope was dramatically intensifying my libido and I could not have felt more sexually excited.
Next she raised my erection so that it was touching my body and abruptly let it go. "See how your penis bounces as it snaps back! She repeated this several more times. I just LOVE watching it do that."
"Do you feel as basic as I did when I was showing you my hard clit? Don't you feel primordial as you preen your manhood for me? Not red feathers, but a beautiful hard penis, standing at attention just for me. Isn't it incredible that despite all the sophistication of man, everything still boils down to this primitive ritual; attracting your mate with a rock hard dick – just like a caveman competing for a female. Are you confident enough in your manhood to let me watch you ejaculate? The pride you have in your penis will build along with your level of arousal. The feeling will be most intense just before your semen squirts out, and will get better and better with each new stream. Do it for me now!!!"
The dope was allowing me to be uninhibited enough to truly feel proud of the penis I was showing to this a beautiful girl – something I had never imagined possible. My organ felt harder than it had ever been. I couldn't wait to start.
I made a ring with my thumb and forefinger and began to stroke below my head -- just as she had done. The sensation was incredible. I used very light pressure and continued moving up and down, thinking about what I was doing as she watched.
"This is my penis!" I exclaimed. The ultimate symbol of my masculinity. Hard and proud for you to see! Watch me come! Watch me masturbate! Watch me, watch me, watch me!" I switched to my two-handed method – sliding one hand and then the other down the length of my shaft making firm contact with the underside of my head with each stroke. I could feel the mounting pressure. She reached over and gently caressed by scrotum. How did she know that drives me wild? The pressure continued to build, my vision was dim and I thought I might burst a blood vessel, but it didn't matter. My penis was the center of the universe. My hands were a blur.
"This is it," she yelled. "Go with it! Love it! Come for me! Show me your semen! Do it NOW!"
And then it happened. It felt like everything in my body was about to gush out through my penis. The first ejaculation slammed against her breasts with Herculean force. The second spurt was even more forceful and splattered under her chin. I don't remember the rest. My cock was erupting over and over again. It was raining semen. I had no idea such a thing was possible. I watched in awe as spurt after spurt came out. Finally, the orgasm was over as one last bit of liquid clung to my opening. I was disoriented, amazed, and totally spent.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
She gathered the last drop of semen from the tip of my penis with her finger and touched it to her tongue.
She started by gathering up as much of the milky liquid from her body as she could and rubbed it into her pubes and the area around her vagina. Then she began to work on her breasts, massaging the residual goo into her wonderful nipples and creamy skin.
"This won't take long," she said. Her fingers returned to the stickiness that had been deposited around her opening. This time, her fingers were direct. They began to plunge in and out of her body with increasing speed. The stimulation continued and she started to thrust forward to meet each stroke. Her nipples were at the bursting point and her cum-glistened breasts were bouncing up and down more that I would have thought possible for their size.
"My cunt is on fire!" She was almost screaming now. "My clit is bursting! Oh my God, Watch me come!!!!!!!"
I thought she was having a seizure as spasm after spasm ravaged her body. I know women can have multiple orgasms, but this had to be impossible. It went on for at least a minute. Her face was in anguish, her body appeared to be wracked in pain and her vagina looked like a war zone. Nevertheless, the tremors finally subsided and she lay limp in the mixture of our juices that were puddled seemingly everywhere.
"That was the best orgasm I have ever had. Thank you for taking me to this new height. And don't plan on going anywhere; we've got some serious fucking to do in the morning!"