She lay down dressed only in the petticoat, which was pulled up to her knees. I waited like a panting dog, my lecherous eyes willing her to pleasure herself. After agonizing minutes, she turned over to lie on her back. Oh sweet sins! Those beautiful, slim thighs were now visible. A dark thumb-shaped birthmark was on her left thigh near to her dress-covered vagina. My cock was already raging.
Her hand started to move slowly to her stomach pinching its tender fat, while she trembled slightly at the electric touch. Her navel was next. She ran her fingernail around it gently, circled a few times, poking it, then tapered onto her pubic mound. The building charge of need caused her to lift her legs and put them on the bed. Oh great Lord! Her vulva was now visible to me in all its naked glory. I could see it glistening and gently contracting in the bright light. I was in heaven and could not stop. I jerked my cock as if there would be no tomorrow and came. My sperm blasted wad after wad and I sank listlessly. I should have waited. Damn it! I should have a waited! Still, my penis never downed and it waited for my hand to return.
I went back to the peephole to Heaven. Drau had already pulled her petticoat up to her stomach, leaving her pussy in all its naked glory. Her vaginal ooze had already coated her under buttocks. It was sight no porn movie could ever capture. Slowly she raised herself to standing; her eyes half closed and breasts heaving slightly, her mouth pouting. With effort, she moved to the dressing table and from a lower drawer removed something. It looked like a hairbrush, but with a grip thicker than normal. Returning to the bed, she looked intently at the object and gingerly tuned its base. The electric humming sound electrified me. It was a battery-operated hairbrush I had seen her using some time ago. Was she going to use it? How? Where?
Lying back on her bed with her glorious pussy facing me, she proceeded to read the book. Her breasts were like small, firm mountains with the nipples erect like statues. A couple of minutes later, she took hold of the brush, switched it on and listened to its humming sound again, enjoying it. It was the most erotic sound I'd heard next to her orgasmic moans. Drau expertly placed the brush on her right nipple and closed her eyes. Her nostrils were flaring from the effect and her body went taut. She then moved the brush to her left nipple. What was she doing to herself? My pecker had gone into overdrive, twitching like mad! Her naval was the next lucky part, though not for long. She was moving the brush there, to the center of her own personal Heaven. My breathing had stopped. The brush rushed down to that glorious mound below which laid the cave of eternal pleasure. As the knob scraped against her mound, her pubic hair parted to the vibrations. The skin surrounding her mound trembled as she rocked the brush gently to and fro.
Even as the vibrating brush touched it, her pussy wept with ecstasy and copious amounts of juice dribbled from her wet hole. She caressed her vulva, first one lip then the other. Her clit was clinging to the brush like water on a petal, while her thighs swayed to some unknown music. She dropped the book from her hand and tended to her breasts. Her erect nipples and clit were driving me mad with lust. Words cannot describe that picture. With a sense of urgency, she dragged her left hand to her vulva and gently folded the lips onto the vibrating brush. Drau was delirious with pleasure. Her animal moans increased in pitch. "Ahhllaaauu! Ahhhoohhhhh." Her sounds had no meaning. By now, her breasts were the size of melons, her nipples erect and straining. Her chest heaved and those beautiful globes swayed.
Her clit was crushed against the brush that was covered in glistening pussy juice. Drau firmly held her lips open with her thumb and index finger. The slow up-down motion of the brush on her genitals was a sight for the angels themselves. My pecker was numb with a painful pleasure. My hand held and caressed my cock of its own accord. Drau increased the movements of her makeshift vibrator, while my hand did the same on my penis. Her eyes were partially shut in a dream-like state, while her legs were spread wide open to make way for the mind-blowing climax she was about to experience. Suddenly, she erupted. Her scream rent the air as she joined both hands on the brush and bucked her hips madly against its vibrations. My orgasm was no less explosive and my moans were even more intense. My eyes clung to her vagina feeling its orgasm, its ecstasy, its endless oozing. My penis blasted semen, while my head knocked heavily, as usual, against the door.
She was finished as was I. The brush fell away from her limp hand and onto the ground; its hum an undiminished, continual song of joy. The thought wandered through my mind, "God created man to experience this" and deep in my soul, I knew it to be true. Drau languidly resumed rubbing her pussy with the four fingers of her right hand, mixing her sweat with the gelatinous, creamy vaginal cum.
My God! This experience was enough for a moment, but never an entire lifetime, and those pictures had been burned into my head for all eternity!
Truth : Even after so many years, I'm still surprised by the intensity of the whole experience. How I took her is another story!
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