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After a couple of minutes he withdrew his hands and dipped his right thumb, then his left forefinger into the jar of lube. “Okay, I’m going to put my right hand underneath your rear end, and place my thumb against your introitus – that’s the part of the vagina where the penis enters during sex.”
“Why do you do that?”
“So I can feel the muscles contracting.”
Huh… okay…
“Alright… lift up slightly.” His voice had become deeper and hypnotic, lulling me further into relaxation.
As I lifted up, I felt his fingers slide beneath me, cradling my ass – which was nice. But I began to wonder how kinky this was going to get.
“Now I’m going touch you, and then place my thumb.”
First he separated my lips with his left hand – and then suddenly I felt a warm, soft, wet pressure at the entrance to my pussy, where his cock would normally enter. He slid the tip of his thumb inside me – enough to make me want a
whole
lot more.
“Okay, now I’m going to touch you.”
I felt fingers – his thumb and middle, I guessed? – touch me near the top of my pussy and pull back the hood of skin around my clit.
“Now I’m going to do the lube stroke.”
What’s the heck’s the lube stroke?
I wondered, and immediately found out.
His forefinger stroked me from his thumb all the way up my pussy.
Unnnnnhhhh.
It was this soft, lovely, sweet pressure, caressing me all the way up my lips and stopping right on my clit – which left me buzzing with anticipation and wanting more. More pressure, more touching, more
anything,
as long as he moved his damn finger some more.
“Okay… now I’m going to stroke you.”
And that was when he blew my mind.
50
He began to stroke my clit – just little up-down movements, probably no more than a centimeter in length, and no firmer than if you were softly caressing your eyelid.
But
Jesus
it felt good.
He stayed right on one spot. Not all over my clit, like I was used to with guys – if they could even find it at all. But one teeny, tiny spot on the upper left.
His touch was electric. Literally, that’s what it felt like: an electric current running from the tip of his finger to that tiny spot on my clit – but an electric current made of sugar and honey and sex.
A quiet moan escaped my lips.
Soft, rolling, sweet contractions began in my pussy. Little flutters at first… not a hard, intense orgasm, just gentle pulses. They started in waves… intensifying the slightest bit, then easing off… the pleasure getting higher… and the contractions starting all over again, just a little more intense. Another 30 seconds of that, then receding… then starting all over again, but higher, more pleasurable, sweeter…
I could feel Ryan’s thumb barely inside me, almost teasing me, just enough to make me want his cock all the more.
He never stopped stroking – up, down, up, down, his skin never losing touch with mine. I noticed in my fog of bliss that the strokes occasionally felt different. Sometimes the up-strokes, the ones towards my head, seemed more pronounced, and I felt this light, feathery pleasure like I might float off into the ether. Then he would follow with a firm down-stroke, and I would feel this kind of guttural
UNNH
throughout my pussy. The kind of full, deep pleasure when you’re raring to go and the guy is endlessly teasing you with his head right at the entrance of your aching wetness, not giving you any more than the tip – and then he suddenly enters you all in one golden stroke. In fact, that’s the best analogy I can come up with: the up-strokes were like a guy rubbing his pre-cum soaked tip across your clit, then positioning his cock and just barely entering you, making you want to hit him and yell at him and beg for more… and the down-strokes were like finally getting that big, thick, hard cock as deep inside of you as you wanted.
The closest thing I had ever experienced was when I was tripping in Joshua Tree with Derek. The endless orgasms… the altered state of mind, both from the drugs and from pleasure…
But I had been on mushrooms then, and Derek had been using his cock.
I wasn’t on hallucinogens now.
We weren’t having sex.
And Ryan was doing all of this with one finger.
Which was blowing my fucking mind.
