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N had never made herself cum. Never. A fascinating state of affairs for many reasons. N was open and adventurous when it came to sex. N was great in bed; an exception to my rule that women who don’t masturbate (or claim not to masturbate) are bound to be lackluster in bed. N was also fairly orgasmic. She would cum least twice in a session, sometimes more. If given an hour of rest, she could easily cum twice again. And again.
Well, being me, I refused to accept N’s neglect of the joys of self-fornication. I encouraged her to touch herself when we were together. I brought her hand to her pussy, along with mine and touched her. At my touch she would cum easily, but with her own she was tentative at best. A few times, with my assistance, she would cum. A few times, I left her to her own devices, and should would produce a tepid little orgasm, reluctantly. She continued, however, to avoid masturbation when on her own.
So I bought her a vibrator. A simple one. Modest length and width. Battery powered. Her first one. We played. She was quite shy about it, at first, but soon took to enjoying it. Still, not on her own. I had to help. Do most of the work, in fact.
On day, in the midst of playing, I discovered several things.
Notably, I really liked using the vibrator on her. As sex play goes, it’s nearly effortless fun. A lazy man’s sex. Sex without concerns of performance. At a whim, and with little effort, I could drive her to exhaustion. Tease her for as long as a liked and not even break a sweat. In as much as it could give pleasure, it could also be a humming torture device. “Oh God, let me cum.” My response……nothing. Just the teasing hum of a C battery.
I also learn that I enjoyed putting her over my lap. Taking the vibrator and slowly fucking her from behind. Deeper. Deeper. When my battery powered surrogate had taken her fully, I learned a little trick that she loved. Short, quick strokes at fully depth drove her wild. Ever so soft, using just one finger tip to bounce softly inside of her. Softly….but ceaselessly. Her body would tense and shiver. Her ass would clench. She’d grab her head board and squirm, wiggle, moan, squeal, and shake….while my finger kept tapping away and the vibrator hummed.
I loved it.
I watch TV while I did it. At first, this bothered, or so she claimed.
“You can’t watch TV while you do….that.”
Oh…okay….then we can do “that” later.
“What? Well…I don’t like it when you watch TV. It’s too impersonal.”
Okay, we’ll just do “that” later then.
“But, that’s not fair.”
Ahh…fair. I see. Well, perhaps we could compromise and do both?
And so it was that she was soon naked, in my lap. I tapped away and watched TV as she desperately, reluctantly, inevitably squirmed and seized and clenched to orgasm.
I’m an evil man.
I also learned, well before N, that it sex is far better with a desperately horny woman than it is with a woman who is going through the motions. The more orgasms she has had, the better, unless teasing is taking place. In that case, the longer without an orgasm is better. The vibrator makes this, too, effortless.
Of course, teasing her, taunting her and torturing her was intended to get her to do it herself. No small task in her case, as much as she learned to like it.
[to be continued]
Well, being me, I refused to accept N’s neglect of the joys of self-fornication. I encouraged her to touch herself when we were together. I brought her hand to her pussy, along with mine and touched her. At my touch she would cum easily, but with her own she was tentative at best. A few times, with my assistance, she would cum. A few times, I left her to her own devices, and should would produce a tepid little orgasm, reluctantly. She continued, however, to avoid masturbation when on her own.
So I bought her a vibrator. A simple one. Modest length and width. Battery powered. Her first one. We played. She was quite shy about it, at first, but soon took to enjoying it. Still, not on her own. I had to help. Do most of the work, in fact.
On day, in the midst of playing, I discovered several things.
Notably, I really liked using the vibrator on her. As sex play goes, it’s nearly effortless fun. A lazy man’s sex. Sex without concerns of performance. At a whim, and with little effort, I could drive her to exhaustion. Tease her for as long as a liked and not even break a sweat. In as much as it could give pleasure, it could also be a humming torture device. “Oh God, let me cum.” My response……nothing. Just the teasing hum of a C battery.
I also learn that I enjoyed putting her over my lap. Taking the vibrator and slowly fucking her from behind. Deeper. Deeper. When my battery powered surrogate had taken her fully, I learned a little trick that she loved. Short, quick strokes at fully depth drove her wild. Ever so soft, using just one finger tip to bounce softly inside of her. Softly….but ceaselessly. Her body would tense and shiver. Her ass would clench. She’d grab her head board and squirm, wiggle, moan, squeal, and shake….while my finger kept tapping away and the vibrator hummed.
I loved it.
I watch TV while I did it. At first, this bothered, or so she claimed.
“You can’t watch TV while you do….that.”
Oh…okay….then we can do “that” later.
“What? Well…I don’t like it when you watch TV. It’s too impersonal.”
Okay, we’ll just do “that” later then.
“But, that’s not fair.”
Ahh…fair. I see. Well, perhaps we could compromise and do both?
And so it was that she was soon naked, in my lap. I tapped away and watched TV as she desperately, reluctantly, inevitably squirmed and seized and clenched to orgasm.
I’m an evil man.
I also learned, well before N, that it sex is far better with a desperately horny woman than it is with a woman who is going through the motions. The more orgasms she has had, the better, unless teasing is taking place. In that case, the longer without an orgasm is better. The vibrator makes this, too, effortless.
Of course, teasing her, taunting her and torturing her was intended to get her to do it herself. No small task in her case, as much as she learned to like it.
[to be continued]