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I hesitated, hoping like hell this wasn’t some sort of joke he was playing.
“Trust me,” he said, sensing my reluctance. “I want to show you something.”
I placed my left thumb in my bellybutton.
Now what?
“Take you index finger on that same hand, and where the fingertip lands, I want you to press in, not with the fingernail, but with the pad on the tip of your finger every quarter inch or so above your pubic area. It might take several attempts, but keeping pressing that area until you press a spot that makes you feel like you have to pee.”
I did as he bade, pressing the pad of my finger in several areas back and forth above my pubic area. I finally put a bit more pressure into the push and on the third spot I pressed, bingo!
“Right here,” I said, my eyes widening.
“That is your G-Spot, Ms. Dennison.”
I was thrilled to know that I had one, though I suspected those times Taz had touched this very area inside, first with his finger, and then with his dick was all of the verification I needed.
“Now,” he continued, “I want you to insert the finger of your right hand, while pressing on the outside with your left finger so that you can see what it feels like internally yourself.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “You need to know how to please yourself first and foremost. Rather than standing, it is much easier if you come over here and take a position on the bed.”
I walked over and climbed in bed beside him.
Taz lost his sweats and tee shirt in two seconds flat. He stretched out on his side right next to me. I was lying on my back. He leaned over and brought my legs up so my knees were bent.
“I think this is probably the best position. Let me help getting you lubricated if you have no objections.”
I smiled up at him.
“No objection whatsoever,” I said.
He leaned down and his mouth was immediately on the lips of my pussy. He softly kissed the area with his lips; his tongue gently traced the folds and swirled around my clitoris.
Oh my God!
His mouth and tongue expertly worked my pussy inside and out, just as he had done that first time.
I felt my hips move provocatively in response to what he was doing. I just wanted him to do me: his mouth, his cock, I cared not which, but I wanted it to be him, not me. Taz, I mean Professor Matthews, had other plans.
“There,” he said, “I think you are well on your way. I want you to do as I instructed and bring yourself to orgasm while I watch.”
He sat back on his haunches, his humungous hard-on just within reach. How was he able to stop like that?
I resumed my finger pressing of the external G-Spot area while inserting my index finger inside. I didn’t like the way it felt in there.
Yuck!
I had no issues whatsoever with masturbating my clitoris to climax, but going up inside all of that didn't appeal to me.
It reminded me of searching inside the cavity of a thawed Butterball turkey, groping around for that freaking bag that contains the neck and gizzards, which invariably was at the ass end of the turkey.
I looked at Taz with my best ‘Do I have to?’ look.
Professor Matthews wasn’t giving me an inch, or should I say at least eight of them at the moment.
“You’re going to need two fingers,” he advised flatly.
