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Gee Spot Run 2/2
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GEE SPOT RUN part 2 of 2 (or more)
by Sue
"Why don't you sit back down in the chair, and show me what you were doing
when I came into the room." And as she sat down, I positioned myself a couple
of feet away from her, sitting cross-legged on the thick plush carpeting, so
that I could look right up at her. As I did this, my bathrobe parted, and my
own cunt came into view. I untied the belt of the robe, and then let the
whole thing slide off my shoulders into a pile behind me. Now I was
completely nude, and with my thighs spread wide so that Jane could see my
cunt, she could see my pink labia, as well as the slick moist surfaces of my
vaginal entrance. Looking down at myself, I noticed that my inner lips were
stuck together, so I reached down, and peeled them apart. Now the shadowy
mouth of my vagina was open, framed by the jagged crimson skirt of wet skin.
Looking back up at Jane, I saw that she had bent herself forwards at the
waist, and she was mesmerized by the view that I had made available to her.
When I asked her if she had ever had the chance to look so closely at another
woman, or even herself, she admitted that she hadn't. She had seen naked
women in the locker room in high school, but she had basically averted her
eyes. And when she masturbated, she usually did it in the dark, or at least
with her eyes shut. I suggested that she should really get to know herself
better. She could use a hand mirror. And right now, she really should spread
her legs before she got bruises on her knees where they were clamped so
tightly together!
Jane let her legs open up, but still we couldn't see much, since the bottom
edge of her turtleneck draped downwards, shrouding her pubic area. So I asked
her to take off her shirt, which she did, revealing small breasts clad in a
simple white bra that reminded me of my training bra when I was an early
teenager. No satin, silk, or lace, just innocent thick cotton jersey
material, with the clasp in the back. Although her breasts weren't
particularly big, Jane was exhibiting the hard nubs of her nipples through
the fabric, and it was more evidence of how aroused she was, for the size of
her nipples made up for the size of her breasts. They poked out like big ripe
strawberries, tenting the cotton cloth into pointy mounds. Her breathing was
now more relaxed, but I enjoyed the sight of the white triangles of her bra
lifting and dropping rhythmically as she inhaled and exhaled. In fact I found
myself really getting in to checking out her entire body. She was much
shorter than me, maybe only five-foot-two, or so, but she was compact and
strong -- petite, really.
When my attention had roamed all over the rest of her body, I let myself
focus on the juncture of her thighs, which she had closed again as she
skinned off her shirt. I reached forwards and lightly touched her knees, and
she didn't resist my insistent but unhurried efforts as I gently drew her
thighs apart. She was eagerly cooperating now, ready to explore and enjoy the
secrets of her suppressed sexuality.
All the while I stared eagerly at her cunt, and Jane, too, kept her eyes
locked on that target. It was like the grand unveiling of a magnificent
sculpture. Her brown pubic hair was very tightly curled, but not thick and
bushy, and it sprouted all over the surface of her barely mounded cunt. As
her knees spread more, a dark vertical line became visible through the fur,
and then the line divided into two distinct lines, with deep pink between.
The image of a Chinese fan came to my mind, as more and more ridges of flesh
were revealed in the widening gap between the hairy parentheses of her vulva.
The moist pink flesh was tinged with grayish-brown tones that fringed the
ragged edges of her inner labia. Above that, where the ridges joined, the nub
of her clitoris was mostly hidden under the darker hood, but a hint of
swollen whitish flesh peeked out. Now I could inhale the sweet-and-sour scent
of her juices, and I could see the secretions seeping from the barely open
entrance to her vagina.
Before I let go of her knees, I pulled her forwards so that her ass perched
on the very edge of the chair. Then I fell backwards, and I put the soles of
my feet onto her ankles. This kept her from pulling her legs back together,
and it maintained the contact of skin-on-skin that I found I was enjoying
very much. I let my knees splay outwards, reopening my own cunt to her view.
Staring deeply into Jane's eyes, I said to her "you deserve the very best,
you deserve to be happy, and you deserve to have the greatest orgasm of your
life. Go for it, Jane. You have a beautiful body, and a beautiful cunt. Touch
yourself the way you need to. Watch me, and watch yourself. I'll guide you if
you need."
And with that, I took one hand and enveloped one of my breasts and began to
fondle it, with two of my fingers straddling my hardened nipple. My other
hand zeroed in on my wide-open cunt. Jane did the same as me, pushing her bra
up so that it creased into the flesh on the upper slope of her breasts. Those
huge nipples made their first true appearance, and I saw that they were
chocolate brown and cylindrical, and quite sensitive to the touch, judging by
the electric jerk that jumped through her body as she raked her fingernails
over the swollen pegs. Her breathing was getting faster, and again her body
jerked and shuddered as her other hand made contact with her cunt. She
started by using all her fingers together to form a flat paddle, which she
rubbed in wide circles around her entire pubic mound. So I told her to watch
me, and I led by example as I took my index finger, dipped it quickly down
into the sopping entrance of my vagina, and then brought the moisture back up
to my clitoris. I used my first and third fingers to spread my fat outer lips
and sparse pubic hair out of the way. Then I pulled the tip of my middle
finger up towards my palm, so that it made direct contact on my exposed and
rubbery clitoris. That felt so, so good, and I sighed deeply. As my finger
started to poke and prod in a regular circular motion, my sighs turned to
raspy whimpers. I had to exert self-discipline to keep from going too fast,
but I wanted to make sure that Jane stayed in my thoughts.
She had followed my example, but seemed to be having trouble keeping her lips
spread. So I asked her to use her one hand to keep the lips out of the way
while the other hand concentrated on the clitoris. And I also suggested that
her inner labia might also enjoy being rubbed and massaged. She was reluctant
to stop playing with her breasts, but eventually, she got the idea of what I
was talking about, and it worked for her. Now she too was moaning, and her
hips started tilting and pivoting, as if she was fucking her hand.
That reminded me of one of her earlier questions, about her G spot. I was
reluctant to interrupt her again, but I wasn't sure that another opportunity
would arise like this, so I asked if she wanted to try something else. She
didn't stop flicking at her clitoris, but she said yes, of course. I imagined
that she was now as eager as a puppy. What a change from the shy and
repressed little housewife that I had known before. I said "watch me, I'll
show you where my G spot is. If you can find yours, rub it gently while you
keep playing with your clitoris. It doesn't work for everyone, but lets find
out."
I took my hand from my breast and used my middle finger to hook upwards into
my vagina, and I found the vaguely rounded lump of tissue an inch or so
inside. I started a slow back and forth rubbing action that was matched by
the up and down pressure that I put on my clitoris. By now, my cunt flesh was
so swollen and puffy that my outer labia stayed spread by themselves, so I
could use three fingers to chase and trap my clit. Wet slurping sounds filled
the air, and my own potent fragrances mixed with Jane's. Looking up, I could
see that Jane had discovered her G spot, and her moaning was becoming louder.
She said that the only problem was that she felt like she'd have to stop to
go pee. I reassured her that this sensation was normal, and that it would go
away in a couple of minutes. She relaxed again.
Every woman has different ways of masturbating, and already Jane was finding
her own strategy. The main thing was that she was much more vigorous about it
than I ususally am. While I kind of lightly rub and tease myself, she was
really pushing her clit and cunt around, hard and fast. I could see the
tendons on the back of her hands stretched tight like steel cables. She was
panting like she was running a marathon race, and a sheen of sweat covered
her flushed chest and forehead. Her ass was lifting off the chair seat as if
driven by a big piston, and her thigh muscles rippled with the exertion.
She was totally engrossed and delirious with the pleasures that her body was
providing her for the first time, and the sight was enough to push me over
the top. My own orgasm had been reigned in long enough, so I let go of my
control and immediately, ripples of elation tickled through my body. The
ripples soon turned to waves, and they came crashing through me, pounding
over my cunt and torso, washing over my head. I fell back onto the carpet and
my discarded robe, letting my entire body writhe and shimmy as I kept up the
rhythmic massage of my G spot and clitoris. Who knows how long I was swept up
in the rapture of my orgasm -- it was timeless.
Eventually, the sounds of Jane's bouncing hips, her slurping cunt, and her
guttural snorts brought me back around to reality. I got back up on my knees
and leaned forwards to watch her. I had never actually watched a woman
masturbate so close-up, and the sights and sounds and smells were intense and
intoxicating. My hands had a life of their own as they rose from my hips and
again made contact with her jerking knees. Then I traced my fingertips up the
inner surface of her thighs. They were slippery with sweat; the muscles were
quaking with the effort to pump her hips up and down. I slid my hands further
forwards, and then under her ass with my palms up. Now I held her ass
motionless, suspended over the cushion, as I cupped and kneaded her cheeks
with the same energy that she was putting into her masturbation. She was
possessed by her natural, animal appetites, and nothing was going to slow her
down. In fact, my touch probably was the final thing that completed her long
build-up. I felt the muscles in her ass clench up so tight that my fingers
could hardly dent the lean flesh. Her eyes locked on mine as she started to
twiddle her fingers over her clitoris so fast that it was almost a blur. The
finger implanted in her cunt stopped moving, instead tightening up its
determined pressure on her new-found G spot.
Then her rasping pants stopped in mid-breath, and her back arched. Every
muscle in her body became rigid. Only her fingers on one hand moved as she
fluttered relentlessly over her protruding, rubbery clitoris. Then Jane let
loose with a series of quick harsh grunts, and her fingers stopped moving
over her clit, matching the squeezing grip of her other hand as she squashed
her hard nub of sensitive tissue. Whereas I had writhed and danced in my own
orgasm, Jane became paralyzed by the power and electricity that raged through
her inexperienced body. Finally, I beheld the final proof of the fantastic
power of her climax -- Jane is one of the rare women who ejaculate when they
have a G spot orgasm! At the peak of her pleasure, an incredible amount of
clear, syrupy liquid began to ooze out from around her embedded finger,
spilling down onto my wrists and into the fabric of the cushion. I had heard
of this, but to see it happen inches from my eyes was wonderous and exciting.
When Jane finally released the steel-hard flex from her body, and collapsed
back onto the damp chair, she struggled to catch her breath. I pulled my
hands out from under her, and pushing up off my haunches, I leaned into her
so that I could wrap my arms around her waist and embrace her in a tender and
sexually-charged hug. My face rested against her damp, heaving breasts, and I
let my tongue snake out of my mouth so that I could lap lightly onto one of
her amazingly large "Hershey's Kiss" nipples.
But pursuing more interactive sex between the two of us would have to wait
for another time, for we were both completely satiated and exhausted at that
moment. And besides, I wasn't really sure whether either of us was ready for
this kind of experiment. It would be unknown territory for both Jane and I;
despite my vast experience and curiosity, I had consciously avoided any
purely lesbian encounter. In fact, what I had just experienced with Jane was
the closest I had come to this taboo area, and I could see that my resistance
was quickly dissipating. Someday soon, maybe Jane and I might explore this
together, and if and when we do, we would both be "virgins." Given Jane's
enthusiasm for the masturbation lessons, I felt sure that she would want to
continue our adventures in the big and thrilling world of sex. Enough with
all the rules that Jane and I had let inhibit our pleasures. If it feels
good, do it. Words for us both to live by.
Jane left my home that day with a stack of my stories, the promise to
continue to experiment with masturbating, and a smug look of blissful
satisfaction painted across her face. She knew there was no turning back now.
NOTE: This story is be continued soon in Sue's 18th: "Fun With Dick and
Jane," where Sue will be invited to a small dinner party at Dick and Jane's
house.
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