I Want To Show You My Pregnant Vagina
An invitation from Adele.
Adele and I were the kind of friends who went out to cafes and took tourist boat rides. This was in Paris, Ile de France, summer 2005. She invited me over one day.
“I masturbate to orgasm every day to make my baby feel good,” she said with the most delicate delight of mischief. “I want to show you. I want to show you my pregnant vagina. But no photos, OK?”
“Of course.”
Adele loved being seen masturbating. There are people who just do — and you only find out when you are open about saying you love being around others doing so.
I came over; she answered the door in her robe. She sat on the couch and I sat in a chair opposite her. She dropped her robe open. She dropped her legs apart and coaxed her vulva into full blossom. She was so very beautiful, all of her lips. She then gently stretched them apart, playing with the different layers of her labia, the dark pink and purple, and then finally pulling herself wide and inviting me to see the light pink inside of her vagina.
She was dripping. I am sure she thought about this many times before she called me. Then, she was massaging her clit. And then she was masturbating herself voraciously. I’ve seen and studied many women making love to themselves. Sometimes the quietest and seemingly most timid are the boldest.
She came hard and fast, knees up and pulled in, looking directly into my eyes with a kind of urgent, gorgeous longing for acknowledgment. Her breasts with their thick, pregnant nipples heaved and she cried out her release, wave after wave, then a second full jolt as her body tossed in the waves of joy…all the while looking right into my eyes…and then she did this two or three more times.
I was simmering. She knew I was going to either melt or explode.
She sat there, legs open, robe splayed around her, sweaty and delightful. Her pussy was dripping. I would have loved, adored, celebrated fucking her. The energy was not going in that direction though.
“Show me.”
This had never happened; she had never seen me masturbate. I nodded and slipped out of my clothes. My cock was standing up high, wanting to pump semen into her perfect snatch.
“Use this,” she said, inviting me to wet my hand on her soaked vagina. I did, and the other, feeling in my flesh and blood how much I wanted to thrust my cock into her. She knew this. She understood the nature of the tension. I sat down and began masturbating. She pulled her vagina open wide to stoke and encourage me.
I asked, “You know what I want to do, right?”
“Of course I know. You want a mouth full of your own semen. That’s what I want you to show me. For the first time, and I want to see.”
My heart was thundering.
Then she asked, “Have you ever drank another man’s semen?”
I shook my head no.
“I suggest you do. But for today, you do you.”
She saw I was about to spill myself into my left hand, and scooped some of her cunt juice into my plam. I had to smell her, and so I did, and that sent me. Just in time, I was throbbing and moaning uncontrollably, as my palm filled up. I watched my ejaculation happen. I have never felt or seen so much semen come from my body, and I was aware of myself crying out in waves of bliss.
I looked up at her eyes. She nodded. I sucked the mix of my cum and her delicious girl slime into my mouth.
“Show me before you swallow.”
I could barely do it. But I knew I wanted to and that she wanted me to. I opened my mouth, drooling, moaning quietly.
“Not yet,” she said. “Keep your mouth open. Maybe I will invte my lover over and you can lick his sperm from my vagina.”
My body was thrown back into another orgasm and I was ejaculating again, at full strength, into my hand, even as I swallowed. I swallowed again, the second surge, on the brink of tears.
“Would you like to lick me?”
I said nothing, and was on my knees before her.
Wow!