Dani Loses It!

I noticed a change in her movements, the tone in her voice…pretty much everything, actually. She was…sharper…more brusque in everything. I suppose I might say she was a little snappy which is unlike her. Period, maybe? I know she suffers from vile period pains on day 1, but I’ve never known them break into daily life. Anyway, according to my reckoning she wasn’t due yet. Something had pissed her off.

I was in my den working, when she knocked (always knocks, bless her) and asked if she could clean, Hoover and do the bins. No problem. She often works around me in there. My, but that hoover and my skirting boards were taking a hammering! This girl had gone from cross to an-gry! 

You know those times when you want to say something, but your built-in safety net is yelling at you to keep your fucking mouth shut? Yeah, well, I had one of those moments, and I ignored Miss Brain who was frantically pulling every fuse she could think of to shut off my mouth. A mouth that said, “OK, Missy….what’s wrong?” I said it gently enough, but it was like pulling a pin on a grenade! 

“You? YOU fucking ask ‘what’s fucking wrong? You’ve NO fucking idea have you?” No, I didn’t, but I figured I was about to be told…in very unmistakable language. 

“YOU, who can cum at the drop of a fucking hat….what do you think it’s fucking like for everyone else who CAN’T!” Oh…so that’s it. Dani is a relatively recent communicant at the altar of orgasm, and having a ‘dry spell’, isn’t at all unusual. I know many girls, myself included who, during their exploratory teens went from cumming several times a day to a month or so when, no matter what we did, we just couldn’t get over! 

It seemed like Miss Brain did a highly complex analysis in a microsecond. I know Dani hasn’t had anyone else in her sex life for well over a couple of months….so….masturbation only, then? I also know she’s been trying more extreme things on her own….for example, I’ve spotted her peeing her panties in the meadow, and some frantic rubbing afterwards….oh, but no obvious sign of orgasm. I thought back to our last encounter….I had caned her. But maybe it isn’t that….maybe it’s just that she needs someone to do it for her.

You see…that was my pebble in my shoe. I would wank myself until my clit got sore, but simply couldn’t cum. The reason was Miss Brain fucking me over by reminding me that, yet again, this was a solo effort. No-one to ‘help’, I was, yet again, alone. At 14-15, you think you’ll never get a boyfriend, and if you’re like me, I desperately wanted a girlfriend…and full-time girlfriend. At 14-15, that’s damn near impossible to arrange. 

So, Dani was experiencing what I used to call null orgasma in absentia. (See what double Latin last thing on a Friday did for me, in a classroom that faced South and was hotter than the fires of hell itself?) ‘Can’t cum on my own.’ 

I stood up and walked around my desk. Risky, because, you should have seen the anger…the frustration in her eyes. This girl was pissed! I sank slowly to my knees, somehow taking her skirt with me. I cupped her bum through her panties and leaned forward and kissed her slit. Dani shows the most amazing camel toe at the best of times, and when her labia are swollen through rabid horniness and no doubt repeated attempts at wanking, this one was more pronounced than ever. I could ever make out her clit, poking between the folds like the top of a little tongue sticking out. And she was wet too….very, very wet. 

I don’t often get angry either, but there is a line and once crossed I can be one unpleasant fucker. I find that after I’ve been angry, I am also inexplicably soaked down below. Dani certainly was. 

I leaned in again, both kissing, probing gently with my tongue and inhaling that heady multi-layered mixture of fresh girlcum and a vague hint of pee. Dani stood there, rigid, still angry, but, I noticed breathing more deeply now. Time to escalate to level 2. I gently eased her panties down over her bum. She made no move to stop me, so I continued until I had peeled them away from her at the front as well, and was slowly sliding them down her thighs. A quick look in the crotch? Of course! Every girl does that when she takes her own panties down, and why would I not do the same here. This girl was wet. Very, very wet. And had been all day. Part of me wondered if, in fact, she had even bothered to change her panties since last night. These certainly had the feel of a pair of panties that had been slept in…and wanked it. 

I’m told that if a guy wanks but doesn’t cum, he’s plagued by leaking pre-cum for ages after he stops. It’s like that with us too. It’s like our bodies want to remain ready to complete a sexual act, even though that’s not going to happen. I learned very early on that if I touched myself, I’d better go through with it, or suffer wet panties all day. 

This time, I had Dani’s naked clit directly in front of me. I approached very slowly, letting her feel the anticipation of my breath on her first, but I knew better than to tease her. Not this time. My tongue touched her clit and she shuddered. She leaned back a little on the desk and spread her legs. I felt her hand on the back of my head and at that moment, everything between us changes. No longer employer/employee….now it’s simply two girls having sex. I heard a deep intake of breath which she held for a while before letting it out in a long sigh which ended with “ooohhh fuck that’s good!’ Another breath yielded “Suck me…eat my cunt.” 

Not that there was much need to ask! My tongue was already circling her clit in a way I know she adores, and two fingers, having first been inside me, we’re now working their way inside her. She asked “Have they…?”

“Yes. They’re covered in my cum.” 

I felt Dani tensing her bum muscles rhythmically as she rode my fingers. Wetness was literally pouring from her….I’ve never seen so much from her before. 

A question sat in my brain. Should I do more? Is this enough to get her there? I decided to use my left hand and just stroked her bum hole lightly. That gave me my answer in the form of a “Ohh fuck yes!” One vaginally lubricated finger later and it was rammed deep up her bum. I love being in a girl’s arse and cunt simultaneously. There’s no other feeling like it. Dani was tensing and relaxing rapidly now and I felt that glorious moment when her vagina opened around my finger tips and her cervix began the dance of orgasm, flicking across my finger tips. The lower part of her vagina and her arsehole contracted rhythmically around my fingers like she’d never stop cumming. She squirted. She peed….and I loved it. 

She just kept cumming! And cumming! And cumming. Bearing down hard on my fingers (which, I must admit, were beginning to ache because I was keeping them as rigid as possible up her holes.) her hand, clamped to the back of my head held me firmly against her sex., but better still, and perhaps for the first time ever, Dani really gave voice to her orgasm. I’ve long suspected her I ate politeness stops her from talking dirty…in fact, only twice has she done it, and even then, I felt, somewhat tentatively. Not this time though. “Ahhh…suck me you fucking bitch….oooh fuck….eat my cunt….oh Christ…..drink me…..ohhhh fuck.” Everything…and not everything she thought of…there was no filter here, no prior consideration. This was pure, 100% instinct coming out. 

I’ve had long-;asking cums before, but this one was looong! I felt her subside, and I slowly withdrew my fingers from her and let her watch me lick them. (She’s always enjoyed that.) Suddenly, it was embarrassed Dani back again, with the beginning of a spluttered apology but I was having none of that. I stood up quickly and hugged her. “It’s ok….it happens. Frustration…sexual frustration can happen and it’s a royal cunt when it does. It drives me crazy, and it got to you too. You’ll be ok now. I bet you can make yourself cum. Go on…try….now.” Dani hesitated and said “umm…ok…but…can I…have your panties?” 

Which, of course, we’re a mess, but hey…. I slipped them off and handed them to her. Then I sat in an armchair while she took the other. I’ve been privileged to watch her masturbate before. (Sometimes, without her knowledge) but she doesn’t usually talk…whatever is in her head is private and I don’t ask about it. 

She spread her legs and began rubbing her clit while smelling my panties and taking the odd lick now and then. Unusually, she began talking. 

“I do this so often, you know. (Lick) Every laundry day for sure, but sometimes, when you’re out, (smell) I go to your room and find your panties. (Suck) I stand in your bathroom smelling and sucking you and rubbing one out. I like it in there since if I squirt…or pee, it doesn’t matter. I like (long suck) imagining what you’ve got up to….or (suck) who has got up you! I can smell….(long inhale, followed by an exhale and an even longer inhale) I can smell your wet cunt….your sex….(lick) your taste. I can smell (long inhale again) your piss. I remember when you peed your panties in front of me. It made me…..fuck I’m close…..it made me want to……ohhhh fuck….want to…..suck..you while…..”

Which was as far as she got. I watched another orgasm savage her body. 

Well of course she did. She’s far too kind to leave me in that state. I had my legs hooked over the arms of the chair in no time and Dani kneeling on the floor between them licking my sex expertly. There’s something really special about looking down and watching another girl licking your vagina. Suddenly it feels, to me anyway, like that first time. I was what..14? And we had been ‘playing’ at being lesbians. (Even though I already knew I was bi) The other girl and I had played at kissing, feeling and kissing boobs, then feeling between each others legs. Then she had said “Real lesbians kiss there, don’t they?” I had giggled and said “Go on then.” And I’ll never forget that look on her face as she looked into my eyes the second before she kissed me there. Here eyes looked like deep pools you could drown in, and then her lips touched me, followed by her tongue. As I remembered this, I came easily into Dani’s mouth with a large squirt accompanying it. Dani gulped, but swallowed it. 

It’s very difficult to know if you’ve squirted or peed. I’m never sure, and sometimes it can be a little of both. “I’m sorry I think I might have peed a little there.”

Dani sat back on her heels. “You didn’t…..but….it wouldn’t have mattered to me if you had….but I think you know that…certainly now, from what I was saying when you made me cum. I’d like to experiment more with pee play one day…one day soon.” 

We hugged, and the Dani who left my Den was a very different one to the one who walked into it! 

Our bodies and minds are strange things. I had a conversation with an elderly man not so long ago. His wife had died about ten years previously and somehow, we just got talking. Does he miss her….well..of course he does. But he talked on and part of what he said really struck home. They’d had 12 children, so their sex life must have been quite something. He grinned cheekily and told me he misses that part of his marriage…a lot.  I’d made an ill-considered comment trying to lighten the mood about “…..well…there’s always masturbation.” He had looked at me through eyes that in that moment carried a whole world of hurt. “I’ll tell you something about masturbation. When it’s a choice….it’s fantastic….wonderful….a variation in an already rich and varied sex life. But when it’s all there is…all you will ever have again, it becomes the very definition of loneliness. Oh, you still feel the need….you can still get aroused…sometimes, you can even think you’re going to complete the act...but then, at some point, your brain reminds you that this is all you will ever have. You will be physically alone for the rest of your life. Believe me, there are few more effective ways of killing the mood.”

A sexual hiatus that will last until death. What a thought! I’ve had admittedly small periods in my life when reaching orgasm has been an effort…and times when it simply wouldn’t happen at all. Dani obviously experienced her first. Porn? Porn has never worked for me. Well, maybe now and then when there’s a genuinely amateur, self videoed one….they might work, but so-called professional porn? Nope…leaves me cold. 

Emily can make me wet just by the way she looks at me. Last night, at dinner, for example, she caught my eye across the dining table and her expression seemed to say “in bed tonight, I’m going to fuck you ragged.” I absolutely flooded my undies. (Incidentally..later on in bed that night, she did!)

When I was scared I might lose her to this brain thing, I sought comfort in masturbation….and couldn’t cum. Not even….no, that’s wrong….especially when I tried to use her panties to help. The thought of being without her was just terrifying. 

Last week, Emily made me cum in my panties at a dinner party without even touching my sex. All she did, under the table, was ply lightly with my right knee. She hinted that she might go higher, and, in fact, owing to how we were sitting around this vast circular table, she could have fingered me if she had wanted to, but it proved unnecessary…..just the feeling that she might  do it, made me cum in my panties. 

I can masturbate alone thinking of Emily, Dani, or anyone, but the old man was right….it’s a choice. I know I could get laid any time I like. I could throw the little black dress on, go to a club, and be in the back of someone’s car in a heartbeat. But then I’m 23, female (which I think makes it a lot easier to attract someone) and I wonder……what when I’m 80? No longer attractive? Maybe the menopause will rob me of my sex drive, but it won’t rob me of my memories. 

Men continue to make testosterone as long as they live. They have a sex drive until (as one chap put it) “they nail the lid of the coffin down.” So, for men, particularly elderly men, they could be living with a woman whose sex drive is done and dusted, yet he is still as horny as he was when he was 15. Maybe not as agile, maybe not as ‘any time, anywhere’ as he was, but nonetheless…..

Dani will learn to cope with sexual hiatuses, so will I. But when they’re imposed, such as with the death of a life partner, with no hope of ever attracting anyone else? Well….there’s a thought!