Kristi's Story

by Kristi It all started out as simple chat. My boyfriend came over to my house and after the obligatory greetings to my parents, we headed for my bedroom. I went to my computer, intended to beg off the conversation I had going…. but then I thought better of it.I told my boyfriend that I had been talking to a female friend of mine…. and asked if he would he like to talk to her. She and I had played together once, and I knew the thought fascinated him. They had chatted about 5 minutes when I began to stroke him. He began to squirm in the chair, making typos, and his posts to her were becoming shorter and shorter. Finally, he told her what I was doing. I’m not sure what was said after that point, but it only took moments for them to gang up on me. Because of the positioning of my seat, I had trouble reading their conversation. I kept asking him what she had said, what he said, etc. He finally told me to stop butting in, to take off my clothes and get on the bed, that he would tell me what I needed to know. It was rather strange undressing for him. Though we had been together for a few months, undressing for him was a new thing for me… the fact that I was doing this while he sat there and calmly chatted with her drove me nuts! I climbed onto the bed, my feet towards him, lying there shyly, arms crossed over my chest, legs curled together. He tilted the computer monitor and moved his chair, finally looking at me. In a low and calm voice he told me to open my legs, nice and wide, so he could see my pussy. My legs were shaking as I did, but his face showed no reaction, all he did was to turn to the keyboard and type something to her. He left me laying there for what felt like forever. I could feel myself becoming soaked. I couldn’t help asking what he was telling her…. he said he was telling her how wet I was…how I was dripping and he could see it shining in the light. He said that he was telling her that I had a very pretty pussy and that he was going to have me masturbate and cum for him while he watched. After that he just leaned back in the chair and looked at me. I had never done anything like this before, never masturbated for someone in such an obvious way; I wasn’t sure where to begin. I slid my hand down my stomach, tracing my pussy with a finger. I was so wet that my finger slid along easily and I couldn’t resist putting my finger to my lips and licking while I watched him. He turned to the computer again, fingers flying over the keys. I could see posts popping up, but he kept stubbornly silent on what they were. He turned back to me and told me to spread my pussy for him, to let him see all of me, so I took my index and ring fingers and spread myself wide. I flicked my middle finger on my clit and slide it down me, teasing myself. Sliding my two fingers down onto each side of my clit, I began to masturbate for him. My legs spreading wider and wider as the sensations took over. My fingers were slick, stopping me from feeling the dry friction I love, so I raised them to my lips and licked them again. He was typing again, but when I caught his eye, held my hand up and wiggled my fingers at him. I lowered my hand, and then slowly slid a finger into me. Letting him see the slick juice on it as I pushed it in and out. He scooted closer, sitting at the end of the bed, watching. His eyes on me drove all thoughts of teasing out of my head. My fingers took up their familiar position with a new purpose. I could feel the frustration as my fingers slide, searching and not finding that one great spot. Arching my back and feeling desperate until hitting it…finally. Feeling that sensation as all my mental consciousness centers on that one area. Sensations flowing, slowly becoming sharper, more intense until that first throbbing. That first contraction. Then another, more intense, and another…stronger, deeper. I heard myself whimpering as they hit, not caring that he was looking at me, not caring if anyone heard, only caring that those sensations never stop. As I came back to myself, I heard him typing, clicking the chat program closed and opened my eyes to see him smiling and stripping for me. I never could get him to tell me what he told her as he watched me, but when I think about it…do I really care? Nope!