Ginny held my penis gently, caught the clear droplet on her finger, and lifted it to her lips. "And I'll be right there with you. That is so hot." She shook off her robe and got up on the bed. She laid back with her hips on the towel, opened herself with knees up and out, and propped herself up on her elbows to watch. "You know what to do, right?"
"You'll let me know if I get it wrong." I sat between her legs and admired the open folds for a moment. Then I put a big blob of lube on one finger. With the other hand, I opened her inner petals, and pressed the lube against her opening. She flinched at the first touch, as I had, and her whole pussy seemed to pull in on itself before she relaxed again. I pressed inward, trying to push the lube ahead of my finger. More lube on my finger, open her again, and my finger slid in quickly and easily. Ginny gasped a little when it went in, but smiled at me. I picked up the toy, lubed that, and looked up at her. "Ready?"
"It's what we're here for. Go ahead."
Thumb and forefinger, I held her inner lips as wide open as I could. Then I placed the tip of the toy at her opening and started to push. I heard Ginny take a deep breath and stopped. "You're okay?" She nodded and I pushed again. It was a lot wider than my finger, and I saw her stretch around it. I twisted it to distribute the lube and pressed again. A little more of it went in at each push. Soon the first lobe of the toy was all the way in, with her vagina closed around the narrow part of it. Ginny breathed audibly at that point, long deep breaths. I pushed again, and the widest part of the second lobe opened her up. Another push, and it was in. "Like that?" I asked.
"Great, now get it all the way in, Way up in there."
I spread those delicate pink folds again and pushed in with my finger. The toy was inside, but barely. I felt a little resistance, but only a little, as I worked it farther in. I had almost the whole length of my finger in her when she gave a yip. Wide-eyed surprise on her face passed in a moment, and she said, "That's it, that's as far as it can go. Good job."
My finger retreated and I stopped holding her labia apart, but the lovely petals still opened to me. I leaned down for a quick kiss. Her scent filled my nose and her moisture wet my lips before she could push me away, With laugh, she started, "Oh, you. Is there anything to clean up? I always make a mess with the lube."
She tipped her hip up, and the dark star below her vagina glistened. Yeah, that had to go. I wiped her with some tissues, fully aware of how intimate that touch was. "Can you lift up? I think there's some on your cheeks." She arched her back and lifted her hips, and I wiped the rest off her. To tell the truth, I never wanted to leave that spot, between her legs, with her body open to me. "I think that's it. Are we ready to go?"
"Well, there's that little matter of clothing. Outside of that, I think we're set."
I went to my room to get dressed, and pocketed a small tube of lube. If I had to use the bathroom while we were out, I wanted to be ready. We met back in the living room. Ginny's so tall that she always attracts attention. He preferred casual outfit, sport bra, open shirt, and jeans, just encouraged that. Even with all the time I spent with my sister, I still felt the urge to gawk.
We collected our shoes at the door, she shouldered her purse, and we left. My gait felt awkward as I got used to the rhythm of the toy inside me. Ginny seemed to put an extra flip to her hip as she moved. I imagined that weighted toy bouncing against her inner walls. I put my arm around her as we walked, low on her waist. She looked down at me and asked, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"About our toys? Oh yes. That little thing in me has constant claim on my attention. How about you?"
"Same. And putting it in you, that gave me some sense of ownership. That bit of attention you describe, that's attention to me. The drips in your underwear, they're for me. Is that silly?"
"Not at all. I can't stop thinking about it, and I can't stop thinking about how it got there." I tugged her waist closer.
We walked about fifteen minutes to get to the movie. We had popcorn, a big lemonade to share, and seats toward the front. We'd behave ourselves in the theater, as much as possible with sex toys embedded in us. I almost jumped when I sat down and felt the Aneros push up into me, but settled into some position that was almost comfortable. Ginny had picked a formulaic rom-com. It followed a predictable course of ups and downs to a predictably happy ending. Not what I would have picked, but I enjoyed it anyway.
That big lemonade had its way with us, so we stopped at our respective restrooms on the way out. When I opened my fly to pee, I could feel dampness on my underwear. Slickness on my fingers told me it wasn't pee, so the toy did to me what it does. It hadn't given me the kind of full erection that would stop me cold at the urinal. The toy's stimulation did slow me down, though. I washed my hands more carefully than usual before I left.
My sister stood in the lobby, arms crossed, waiting for me. She was some distance away, so I could see how many people in the crowd looked up at her as they passed. She certainly cuts a commanding figure. Shirt and jeans, short hair -- she might look kind of butch to some people. It was quite clear to me why a college kid, like I had been, would find her intimidating. And thinking of it from her standpoint, I might feel odd with that many people glancing at me and pretending not to.
A nice Italian restaurant welcomed us after a short walk. They always had focaccia on the table, and I started on that while the waiter brought our menus. I offered to split a bottle of wine with Ginny. She suggested pinot grigio, the one I had in mind already. She ordered a cup of soup to start, something with beans and greens, then a chicken parm that came with pasta. My meal started with a salad full of blue cheese and walnuts. The mushroom ravioli with a creamy sauce looked good, and I couldn't turn down a side of garlicky rapini.
We sat close, and I leaned up to whisper, "I've been dripping into my underwear."
Ginny gave me a playful swat, then whispered back, "Me too. I just hope it doesn't leak through."
Our shared secret cast an erotic glow over the meal. Afterwards, I lingered over a calvados, espresso, and lemon sherbet. Ginny toyed with some kind of pastry, but finally finished it. The plastic finger lurked within me the whole time, leaning up against an incredible erogenous zone. I suddenly wondered, who tests the prototypes for these things, hers and mine? That must be a wild workplace environment.
The sun set late that time of year, and was already low in the sky when we left the restaurant. It was lower by the time we got home. Even with the big windows, we turned on the lights when we got in. As soon as we did, Ginny headed for her room, already unbuttoning her shirt. She announced, "The nightly starts early today. Care to join me?"
After a half-day of that slow, steady stimulation, I couldn't wait to dial it up. "Here I come, you won't have to ask twice."
Her shirt was already draped over the chair, to be joined by her sport bra. My tee shirt was next on the heap, then her pants and mine. Her sodden underwear went on top of the heap ("Ew, that goes in the laundry tonight.") followed by mu drippy mess. Soon she was naked on the bed sitting cross legged, and I sat facing her soon after. "You said it was something special when you jerk off with that toy. Can you show me?"
I already had my hands in my crotch, teasing the partial erection to fullness. "I can do it for you, but can't really show you how it feels."
"Go ahead anyway. I want to see." I leaned back onto the pillow and spread my legs. That gave her the best look at everything, but also made room for me to play with my balls and get some more sensations out of that toy. Ginny leaned over the side of the bed, pulled something out of the night stand, and leaned back facing me. She spread her legs, wide and pink, and I heard s buzzing noise. I couldn't see what it was, but it was pressed against her clit and giving her a glowing O-face. There was that thing inside her, and now this. How many more surprises did she have for me?
I didn't think too hard about that question. My erection was already coated in pre-come and saliva. Wide pressure across my balls heightened everything for me, even more when Ginny pushed her fingers into herself. She must have been poking at the toy inside her, because her tremors came in bigger, stronger waves. Her head bent back, and she voiced her orgasm. I let go of my balls and started pushing the Aneros in where the feelings were strongest, and grunted my culmination along with her. That seemed to be her cue to press both hands even harder between her legs and set off another round within her. I had already pumped myself dry, but my body didn't seem to get the message. I thrust into my hand a few more times as if there were anything left to ejaculate. We both started to wind down and relax about the same time, and flopped back onto our pillows about the same time.
We sat there for some time, grinning at each other and panting with the last of our exertion. I still held my shrinking erection, she still had her fingers in her vagina. Ginny spoke first. "Wow. That was fast."
"It sure was," I answered. "I was pretty well warmed up for it, though."
"Me too. And now the sheets need to go in the laundry with our underwear."
I lifted my rear and saw smears of lube and something else wet under me. "Agreed. And I need to get this thing out of my butt. It does chafe right at the entrance after a while."
"I need to get mine out and cleaned up, too." she replied. "You put it in there, you should take it out." Ginny grinned at me as she said it, and opened her legs wide.
I went over and lay down in front of her. I knew there was a string to help recover the toy, but I didn't see it sticking out. "U h, I don't see it. I might have to feel around for it."
She stroked my hair as I stared into the soft folds and crevices. "Go ahead. That happens when I'm by myself, too."
I pushed one finger into her vagina. Her slickness remained even after her orgasm passed, and there might still have been some of the lube that put the toy in originally. I found the string, well inside her, and hooked my finger in the loop. It came easily at first, but I had to tug a little harder when it reached that ring of muscle just inside. I tugged until I could just see the end of it opening her up from inside. The first lobe of the toy widened her opening, then I saw it her close up around the neck of the toy. Ginny continued stroking my hair. I looked up and saw a sweet smile. Another tug and the second part appeared. It seemed to pop out of her after the widest part appeared. Ginny continued smiling down at me, still playing with my hair. "I never had a guy pay that kind of attention to me before. Even my gyno is a lot more mechanical when she's poking around. It's about as intimate as an oil change. The way you touch me -- it's kind of sweet."
I didn't know how to answer her, so decided not to say anything stupid. "Mine has to come out too, and we have to wash both of them. Let's do that in the bathroom. I need a shower anyway."
"Me too. We'll save water if we go together, right?"
"I;m sure of it."
Her giggle was answer enough. I leaned down and kissed her vulva -- more than just a peck, but not the exploration I've given some of my girlfriends. We went into the bathroom. I put her toy in the sink, then noticed the bottle of anti-bacterial soap on the counter. All of a sudden, that made sense. I leaned over the sink and I saw Ginny towering behind me, in the mirror. She had to crouch down to reach the toy, but I felt when she grabbed it. She put one hand in the small of my back, then pulled it down and out. I knew when each bump on it left me, then the bigger knob at the end. My anus was relieved to be free of the irritation, but I felt its absence inside.
Ginny tossed the toy into the sink with the other, then turned toward the shower. My sister and I played in the water long past the prune-finger stage. She caressed me to erection, not as a tease but as a sensual gift. I kissed and pinched her nipples til they stood proud and her areolas wrinkled. We washed each other in every intimate crease and crevice. She told me she'd never really considered butt play til today, so I washed her rear and pressed a soap-slick finger in to the first joint. Ginny cooed, but said it should wait for another time. My rear had been worked hard today, so she understood that I needed a rest. We'd already had our big explosive sexual release, so our play was gentle eroticism with no real goal in mind.
I invited Ginny to my room for the night -- we could deal with her sheets and the laundry in the morning. We snuggled and cuddled for a while, then rolled over and spooned. She's so much taller than me that her as outside spoon fit well, even if it put me in the unfamiliar role of inside spoon. Her very familiar hand on my penis made it a comfortable role, though. I enjoyed her stroking and my full erection as I drifted to sleep.
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I woke up before Ginny and disentangled myself without disturbing her. I readied the makings of a cheese omelet -- they're best warm, so I'd finish it when we were ready to eat. Coffee, of course, apples and grapes with chunks of melon for a fruit salad, and toast. I went to Ginny's room for the messy underwear and sheets, and started the washer.
She was still asleep, sheet pushed to the side and lying on her back. I knelt next to her so I could unbutton her shirt, then lay down next to her. A lovely pink nipple offered itself to my lips, and I slid my hand under her pajama shorts. Her mons felt warm and cushiony under my hand. The first joint of my finger fit perfectly in the arch where her labia split. I lay next to her, contented, the tip of her breast between my lips and the tip of my finger between hers.
It didn't take long for my nuzzling to wake her. Ginny held the back of my head, pressing me into her breast, and purred. "Mmm, what a way to wake up. What else had you planned to do to me in my sleep?"
"Well, I was going to kiss you, but your pants were in the way."
"That can be fixed." I had to give her some room when she reached down with both hands to push her waistband down. She lifted her hips, shimmied the soft cloth past her knees, and kicked the clothing off to the side. "Now, about those kisses. What did you have in mind?"
I got up on my knees next to her and knelt to her ldark patch of pubic hair. It tickled my lips as I pressed against her mound. I kissed and nibbled, then reached my tongue between her labia. Ginny's rich, womanly scent filled my nose, her taste filled my mouth. It was a start, but the angle limited what I could reach. I sat up and said, "Let's do this right."
Ginny scooted up the bed to lean against the headboard while I crawled between her legs. She slid a pillow under her hips, too, offering herself up to me. With her feet well apart and knees up, her outer labia parted and invited me to her inner folds. I gazed at the elegant pink ruffles for a moment, then lay down between her legs. I kissed the outer labia first, grasping each furry cheek between my lips. Up one side, a firm kiss at the top, then down the other. With her hips up on the pillow, I could reach all the way down to her perineum. She shivered and made happy sounds when I tongued that. Moving up, my tongue opened the fold between her inner and outer lips. I wanted to feel and taste every millimeter of this beautiful flower. When I got up to her clit, I just pressed at first. More direct stimulation wold wait until her body was ready for it. I licked my way down the other side, between inner and outer lips. I opened her with my hands, so the inner petals parted. I pressed a kiss onto it, then poked my tongue at her vagina. Ginny's hips bucked at the penetration, but I had already found that warm pool of her slickness. I reached in with my tongue to spread it around, mixing it with my saliva. As I nibbled, kissed, and poked, I felt her outer labia thicken. Her clit had filled, too, and the ridge of it felt firm at my touch.
Ginny took my head in her hands and guided me. Down, first, to her vagina. She lifted her hips to me and I caressed it with my whole mouth. Her hips sank and she guided me up. I could feel the pink pearl of her clit peeking out, and flicked it with my tongue. Ginny shivered at that, but held me in place. I held her clit between my lips and licked it as I held it. Her hips rose and fell gently under me, but she kept my head where it was. Kissing so high on her vulva left room below, plenty for me to finger her vagina, then press all the way in. I backed it out, then went in with a second finger, as well. The rhythm of her hips strengthened as I curled my fingers within her and pressed hard with my lips. Her pubic bone made a firm base for her clit as I gave her more intense sensations. Her breathing turned vocal, her sign of impending orgasm. I licked the tip of her clit, then grasped it between my lips. Ginny lifted her hips clear of the bed and sang out. Hand and mouth, I pressed harder into and onto her. She pulled my head hard against her as she moaned and bucked. Soon, the peak had passed. She lowered her hips by steps, and her grip on my head lost its frenzy. I kept my lips and fingers with her, but held, just held. Tremors shook her gently as I offered soft pressure with my tongue. After a moment, even that was too much. Her panting eased and shifted to soft laughter as she tugged my head upward.
I let go of her core, then got up on hands and knees over her. I had to stretch over that long, strong torso to reach her lips. Her warm kiss, sloppy with her juices was worth it. An arm around my back pulled me down, so I lay with my full weight on her. She rocked me gently, side to side, and said, "I bless the woman who taught you that. I've never felt that before."
"Really? I thought..."
"Oh, a kiss and a poke once, but he wasn't really into it. He thought that was all it took before he climbed up on me, set to ram his dick in. I told him to come on my tits, instead, and finished him off with my hands. It didn't take long. If that had been my first fuck, it would have been over before I knew it had started."
We rolled onto our sides. Ginny reached down between us and took hold of my erection. "Look at this guy! He's all big and slick."
"Of course. Kissing you like that, playing with you, feeling you come under my mouth -- it's the kind of thing that makes him a very happy guy."
"Maybe I can make him happier. Is it okay if I kiss him too?"
"Gin, you don't have to. It's not like I'm keeping score or anything."
"Doug, he's my little friend. And I want to. I've never tried it before, and he's so sweet."
"Never? Gin, I thought you'd had boyfriends who..."
She cut me off. "Mom didn't teach me much about sex. One thing she did say was, 'Honey, you don't have to give what you're not getting.' I never really got before, and I want to give. I want to give to you, big brother."
"Don't say I'm one to disappoint my favorite sister." I rolled onto my back with her still holding my erection. I tucked a pillow under my head and told her. "Go ahead, he's all yours."
"Your only sister," she laughed. "I'm not going to be very good at this. Is that okay?"
"Still my favorite. Gin-gin, whatever you do will be just fine. He's not hard to please."
My sister knelt on the bed next to me and leaned forward. She took my erection in one hand and looked at it, as if in a one-eyed staring contest. She squeezed, and a drop of pre-come swelled at the tip. Ginny licked it, licked her lips, then looked up at me and smiled. It gave her lips a special glisten. Then she leaned down, cradled it in her hand, and licked the length of it. She did that again, nibbling with her lips, along the bottom and sides. I've had some nice blow jobs. Even so, this drawn-out, gentle play was new to me. The detailed attention was like when I let her examine it, but that was for her. She clearly meant for this experience to be for me.
groaned out loud when she licked the underside of the tip. That made her look up at me with concern on her face. I guess my big smile reassured her, and she went back to her play. My scrotum had tightened up, and Ginny seemed to remember what I had told her. She cupped it in her free hand and stroked it with her thumb. Pre-come streamed as she played, and she used her tongue to spread it around my erection and along the length of it. Ginny wrapped her hand around the base then, and started the up-and-down motion she'd seen when we masturbated for each other. I let her know, "You can hold it tighter if you want. It's pretty sturdy."
Gin didn't look up, but I felt new pressure on my erection and around my balls. She seemed to know already that she could use some strength and be gentle at the same time. Her kisses around the crown felt incredible. Then she pulled back for a second, looked at it again, then opened her mouth and took me in. Her head lowered and she took in more of it, until I felt the tip hit the back of her mouth. She gagged and coughed, and I reassured her, "Hey, just take what you're comfortable with. I've never met anyone who could actually do that porn fantasy sword-swallower thing. You're doing a fantastic job."
She wiped her mouth. "Okay, thanks. I thought that was part of it. I'm glad to hear my little friend wants to treat me nicely, too."
A moment later, half its length was in her mouth, half had her hand wrapped around it. Ginny played with her tongue and lips, she sucked and gripped. Her hand on my balls hugged, but tugged and tweaked, too. Soon, her hand and mouth worked together, up and down, in and out her mouth. Her breasts swayed under her, and I saw muscles working in her legs. I put my hand on her shoulder, just for the extra contact. My breathing had gotten deep and ragged as she brought me closer, and my hips started to move to the rhythm of her hand. I felt my finale coming and warned her, "Gin, I'm going to come."
She side-eyed me around her full mouth, and redoubled her effort. Soon, it was too much. My hips bucked as I squirted into her mouth. I guess that took her by surprise, because the second burst hit her in the chin. She went back to it, though, catching the rest in her mouth and dribbling saliva and semen all over. Ginny stayed with me until the last burst had finished and my erection started to soften. When I could talk again, I told her, "You don't have to swallow if you don't want to. Not everyone likes it."
Ginny pulled off my shrinking penis and looked at me with a smile. She made a show of swallowing my load. I guess it caught in her throat because she almost coughed, but she got it down. "How was that?"
"Ginny, you could give lessons. That was amazing."
"All of my lessons came from my little friend." She wagged my penis as she said that. "He gave me all the lessons I needed, but I might need more lessons again some time. Do you think he'd mind?"
"Not even a little. Now come here, you." I tugged her shoulder down and raised my head for a kiss. I could taste myself on her, something I've always found very intimate. "I'm a mess, and I think I dribbled on you."
Ginny answered, "Yeah, and you still smell like me. I like it, but I don't feel like sharing that with the world. Let's go clean up."
The shower had to be quick, since Ginny had to work in the afternoon and it was already late in the morning. We still had a little time for play, though.
I'm glad we did. She called late in the afternoon, saying she'd been offered overtime to help unload another truck. As a result, I was asleep before she got home.
Next day, work turned crazy, We had a big service outage in Europe, with multiple locations going out at the same time. I got a call from the emergency number during breakfast, and was busy into the afternoon. Ginny left me alone while she got herself breakfast and left for work. She left me a note saying she'd be there at least until nine. We managed to stabilize the European systems within about forty five minutes, but people were still on edge and keeping close eye on the locations that had gone down. The hair-on-fire moment had passed, but there was still a lot of analysis to figure out just what happened, monitoring to look for recurrence, and tweaking to get everything back on track. It was Thursday before the emergency was declared over, and we could start planning longer-term measures to prevent that from happening again. Until then, meetings included people from just about every time zone, so I had conference calls at all hours.
I had a few minutes each day to talk to Ginny. She explained that people with least seniority, like her, got the least desirable and most erratic work schedules. I heard her at one of her 'nightlies' when I was on a conference call, and made sure my end was muted. That was the closest I came to sharing any intimacy with her during those few days. My crisis was over about the same time Ginny got a day shift, from six in the morning to mid-afternoon. Thursday was the first time we shared a nightly since that incredible exchange of oral sex.
We were both tired after days of erratic schedules, so this was pretty low-key -- as much as that ever applies to doing this with a sister. As before, I leaned back against one end of the sofa-bed and she faced me from the other. We had each started when Ginny asked, "Doug, will you do me tonight? And I do you?"
"Of course! How about I do you first?" After I come, I tend to get sleepy and lazy. My beautiful sister deserved my best.
Ginny slid down the bed until she was lying flat on her side. She invited me over, patting the bed next to her. I crawled over and faced her. Her hand went down to grab my erection as reached for one of her perfect breasts. I said, "I think this will work best if you lie on your back."
She rolled over and let go of my penis. That was just so she could switch hands, though. I started by kissing her neck. She turned her head away from me, and her short hair presented the whole length of it, from under her ear down to her shoulder. At the same time, I reached over to hold her breast. Unsupported, it fell a bit to the side. I cupped in my hand, lifting the mound to her chest. My thumb scraped across her areola. Soft at first, I felt it thicken to my touch. My thumb bumped and flicked the gumdrop nipple. I saw something in her closed eyes each time I did, almost a flinch. Her soft smile let me know it was the happy kind of flinch, so I resumed my kisses.
Soon I reached the upper curve of her closer breast. My lips traced the transition from bone of her shoulder to softness on her chest. My other hand left her breast and followed the curve of her waist and hip. I stroked down the outside of her thigh and up the inside, until I felt her pubic hair against my thumb. I repeated that stroking for a while, in slow firm motions. I had to shift down a bit as I kissed her chest, to get her nipple within reach of my lips. Lower down, each stroke up her thigh pressed inward slightly more, until I pressed equally at the top of her thigh and edge of her outer lip.
Ginny held my head against her breast with a gentle touch, and I heard quiet "Mmm, mmm" sounds. That seemed like an invitation to continue my kisses and nibbles. Lower down, I massaged her outer lips, one side then the other. I paused at the top, just where her labia parted, to massage her mons, too. That put indirect pressure on her clit, back from the too-sensitive tip. When I did that, her stretching and louder purrs encouraged me. I kept up the firm, slow strokes, but let my fingertip slide up between her labia -- just touching the separation at first, not opening it. Ginny shifted her legs to open the gap, and my finger ran along the soft ruffles that peeked out. Eyes still closed, Ginny whispered, "Make it wet."
I lifted my finger to my mouth for wetness, and slid it back into the fold. Ginny gasped and squirmed at the slippery touch, then relaxed again. My finger ran lower, to the edge of her vagina, and I found more wetness. I dipped into that, and spread her own balm up between her inner lips, up to her clit. I wet two fingers at my mouth, so they'd slide easily over the hidden shaft of her clit. I felt the pink ridge under my fingers, her pubic bone behind acting as its bed. Not wanting to risk "too much," up there, my hand went lower, to the softness of her outer vagina. I felt that ring of guardian muscle and pressed -- just to give the feeling of pressure, not to enter. Her moisture collected on my fingers and I spread it upward again. My touch slid easily over every crease and cranny of that delicate flower.
Muscles across her tummy tightened when I touched her clit again, and held as I stroked it. I released for a moment, then pressed again and saw the tautness again. In response to the growing urgency, I shifted my hand. The heel of my hand, under the thumb, continued the pressure against her clit. That freed my fingers to probe the entrance to her body. I just pressed at first, enjoying the waves of tension that grew within her. I wet my fingers again and pressed, this time with the ball of my fingertip starting to enter. It wasn't even the whole first joint of my finger, but I backed it out and pressed again, deeper. Ginny's purring had grown into soft moans. Her breath and sounds synchronized with the tension spreading outward from her hips, outward from my touch.
The next push went deeper into her, with two fingers. They passed the muscled gateway, into the softness deep inside her. I slid my fingers back, then deep again. Ginny's hips sank into the mattress when I did that, and sank even deeper when I curled my fingers inside her. Her voice raised as her body's responses built, and her inner muscles grasped at me. I honestly couldn't tell when her orgasm began, her buildup was so gradual and steady. It was unmistakable, though when it came fully upon her. Hips bucking, shoulders lifting off the bed, tightening grip pulling my mouth against her breast, the orgasm took every part of her. I synchronized my deepest pressure within her to the rhythm of her body. Just as I couldn't say exactly when it began, I don't think there was any one moment when it ended. Her hips pressed down and released, but with less force. Her gasping calls continued when her breath allowed, but more quietly. I kept my pressure at her clit, at her vagina, at her breast, but softened it. Gasping turned to quiet laughter as it passed from her, and I held my fingers still inside. Ginny looked up at me, hand still on the back of my head.
Through it all, her hand never left my erection. It never moved, as when trying to bring me to orgasm, it just held. Her grip grew stronger as the orgasm rose inside her, and gentled again as her orgasm passed. It never left me, though. I think it was just a point of contact between us, an intimacy, her reaching out to me. And, whatever wildness took her over, that grip remained sure and steady. I touched her and she touched me. When my fingers left her vagina, she let me go, too.
I licked the taste of Ginny off my fingers. She smiled at that, and said, "You're next. Once I recover, that it. You really wrung me out."
"Hey, that was all you. I was just there poking at the bits."
"Maybe, but when I poke my own bits, it's nothing like that."
"I know what you mean. It's like being your own masseur. It's better when someone else does it."
"Someone else who knows what they're doing." She sounded a bit sour at that one. She had a history of at least one someone who didn't know. In a brighter tone, "Give me a moment and I'll return the favor, or try to."
"No rush," I answered. "I'll be right back." She probably needed a glass of water as much as I did. I brought a glass back for each of us, and we sipped in silence.
Ginny stretched with feline grace, getting the kinks out before I took my turn. I'll never tire of women's bodies: the way her breasts get high and a little flat when she stretches up, the way they shift when she leans to the side, the way they hang when she bends low to stretch her back, the way they spread when she lies down. And that just one part of her.
I guess she caught me staring. "What?"
"You're beautiful, that's all. I don't think you could be un-graceful if you tried."
"You're talking about me, right? The one I see every day in the mirror?"
I shrugged. "We're looking at the same woman, just not seeing her the same."
"Hunh. I guess I have to take your word for it." She patted the bed next to her. "You now. Avoid the wet spot if you can find it."
I did find it, with the back of my leg when I stretched out, but was eager enough to ignore it. "How do you want me?"
"Now that's an open-ended question." He impish smile hinted at much more than she actually said, I just didn't know what. "Would you turn over? I'd like to start on your back."
I obliged and she straddled me, her but pretty much on top of mine. She leaned into my shoulders and I heard something crack -- but crack just right. "Ahh aah..." She's tall and strong and, like so many strong people, she knows her strength. She knows just how much to use. And how much not to.
"You're in no rush, right?"
"Gin-erator, I just want whatever you have in mind. Take your time. I didn't rush you, did I?"
"Gods, no! I was almost begging, until I found out what a slow build does for me."
"I'm in your hands. And loving it."
Ginny leaned hard into my shoulders and back, and seemed to know the exact position of every muscle and bone. Maybe she did -- it's the kind of thing I've studied up before a big date. (Nerd, remember? It's our way, and probably makes up for a lot of other personality defects.)
She scooted back onto my thighs as her hands worked down my back. I thought I caught the scent of her sex splayed open, but it might have been traces left all over the room, or maybe just my wishful thinking. I relaxed under her hands, my body learning to trust her touch. Was this some kind of fore-foreplay? If so, I have lessons to learn.
I moaned out loud when she got to my glutes. "You like that?" she asked.
"Ahh, yes. I had no idea how good that could feel."
"Good feelings are what we're here for." She leaned into the muscles, both hands on on side, then the other. Soon, Ginny got to the transition from rear to thighs. She still straddled my legs, holding them together. Even so, she could slide two fingers down between them, caressing my butt as she stroked my perineum, then my scrotum. Her play went on for a little while, then she climbed off and said, "Time to roll over."
The massage had me so relaxed that it took a moment for me to move. She crawled over, then reached for my shoulders. I sank into a mindless state, just wallowing in the warmth of her hand and the strength of her touch. Next stop for those luscious warm hands was my chest, the pectoral muscles. As she worked them, she very deliberately slide her thumbs across my nipples. Gentle eroticism crept into my warm feelings, and an erection started to rise. I opened my eyes and looked up at her. She looked back at me with a smile. Then she looked at my thickening penis, and back at me with a bigger smile.
One hand stayed on my chest, but the other reached down past my waist. I expected her hand to cradle my penis. Instead, she cupped my balls in her hand and stroked my scrotum with her thumb. Her other hand never strayed my my nipple, now gently pinching and tugging at it. It was as if a wire ran through me, from one of her hands to the other. The erotic buildup grew slower than I'd ever felt it before, but warmer and more deliberate, too. I felt my hips tip up to her, and her grip moved up to my erection. Ginny held it in one hand, then used the other to collect the pre-come at the slit and smear it around. She pressed the underside, slid up to the tip, and milked another clear drop from it.
At that point, the hand that had been at my chest went back to my nipple. She lifted her other hand to her mouth, as she'd seen me do, and wet it thoroughly with saliva. Her lips glistened with pre-come as her slick hand gripped me again, and slid easily the length of my erection. Her eyes never left mine as she played, until she lifted the dry hand to her own breast and tugged at the nipple. Then she leaned over, supporting herself on one hand above my head, and lowered the breast to my lips. I tried to lift my mouth to the pink berry at the tip, but she pulled back with a "Tsk" and a shake of her head. I lay my head back on the bed, waiting. She soon dangled it over my mouth again, swinging the tip across my lips. I opened my mouth, and she lowered her breast toward me.
When I could feel her against my lips, I closed around her areola and swabbed the tip with my tongue. Her hand on my penis kept its steady rhythm. Her grip strengthened, though, as my hips took up a steady rise and fall. The feel of her areola in my mouth, leathery with its stiffness, somehow reached into my erection. Then it came over me. Ginny's hand tightened on my erection as it started to erupt. She looked down at it with a huge smile, even as she pressed her breast into my mouth. I grunted around it with each pulse of my ejaculation, and her hand pulled yet more out of me. Soon I had nothing left to give, and relaxed onto the bed. Her grip relaxed, too, but never left my penis. I felt its swelling subside as she sat up and lifted her breast away from me. A strand of saliva connected us for a moment longer, until she lifted it, examined it briefly, and rubbed at it. "Wow. You got pretty enthusiastic there, at the end."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Maybe a little, but you were careful with your teeth. That would have been a problem." She still held my soft, sticky penis, playing gently. "I'm exhausted. Are you ready to get some sleep?"
"Oh, yes. I need to clean up." I felt semen cooling across my stomach and chest. "Brush my teeth, too."
"I'll join you." Ginny stayed in the bathroom as I left, shutting the door behind me. I heard her pee and flush. Then she joined my on my bed, the one we hadn't messed up. I felt her long,warm body pressing against the length of my torso and thigh. That was the last thing in my mind as sleep claimed me.