Laying with either of these men was exhilarating in two entirely different ways. I wanted to continue what I was doing with both of them, but what would happen if either found out, Matthew especially, was an unknown risk. I needed to do something.
And so, the next time Matthew and I were alone, I intended to talk with him and work out exactly what we were to one another. I remember this meeting well. It was one of the better ones. We started off like we often did. I found him in town and invited him to disappear into the woods with me. He agreed as enthusiastically as always.
As soon as we were safely away from the village, we shed out clothes and frolicked nude through the wilderness like wood nymphs, laughing and playing. When we couldn't bear the anticipation anymore, I collapsed onto a tuft of grass and let him have his way with me.
He sat down beside me and wasted no time at all reaching right for my pussy and grabbing a fistful of my plump labia. He kneaded those folds of skin like dough between his fingers, exploring them with the utmost fascination, until he was rock hard! It didn't take him long. And it was doing good things for me, too. I loved it when he would play with my body like that, and it didn't take much longer for me to dampen up nicely.
Deciding to return the favor, I reached forward and stroked his penis. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and slid them outward, eventually converging on the tip of his protruding foreskin. I pinched the tip between my thumb and forefinger, getting a good grip. I gave his foreskin a tug, watching, delighted, as it stretched a good two or three inches out past the round head of his penis.
He grunted, pleasurably. I could feel his fingers clench tightly on my lips, an almost involuntary reaction. He loved it when I did this to him! It was a fun game to play for me, too!
I pulled a little harder. He grunted more loudly. I eased up, then tugged again, and again. Not long ago, when Matthew had really started to trust me, he had admitted that he had first learned to masturbate by tugging rhythmically on his foreskin, and I suppose that made sense. Each time I pulled, the skin slid over the head of his penis and pulled taut, then slid back as I eased up. Having that skin pulled up and down over his glans must have felt like sliding in and out of a vagina.
But that was only the first part of this game. The next was a test of delicate balance. I pulled again, but this time kept pulling, ever so slowly increasing the tension. I loved watching how far his foreskin could stretch! But I also looked up at his face. As I pulled harder and harder, I watched his expression. After some experimentation, I had learned to recognize when Matthew was near his pain threshold. And the game was this: Matthew liked me to pull as hard as he could bear, and just so: right on the brink. This, he said, gave him the greatest amount of pleasure possible.
Matthew was now up on his knees to give me the best angle. And as I pulled forward, he pulled back ever so slightly. Finally, I saw it. He raised his upper lip in the slightest grimace. That was the critical point of perfect balance! Any harder would hurt him. Any less would be giving him less than he wanted. At this point, I could start jiggling my hand slowly. With all the tension on his stretched-out foreskin, any motion at all had a large effect on his sensitive glans underneath.
I kept this up, but after a few minutes a problem started to arise. The other challenge to this game is this: after a short while of tugging and stimulating him, pre-cum starts to come out. I have to keep the tip of his foreskin pinched tightly shut the whole while, or the pre-cum will leak out and make his foreskin too slippery to hold onto. This time, I had failed to maintain that perfect grip, and after a few minutes of tugging and stretching, I felt the tip of his foreskin start to slip out of my grasp.
"Aww, well I think that's over," I said, disappointed, as I let go of his foreskin. It immediately snapped back to its relaxed position. But it didn't matter. There were plenty of fun games we could play!
Matthew gasped for breath. It seemed I had done a good job! "That's okay," he said with a grunt or two. "That felt so good! I think my penis needs something gentler now, though. It was starting to feel sore. You were doing so fucking good! I'm so close to cumming!"
Matthew so rarely used language like that. I must have done a good job! What to do now?
"Matthew, would you lay back?"
"Sure," he obliged me. As soon as he was on his back, I straddled him on my knees. His erect penis, now noticeably red from all the stretching, was inches from my soaking vagina. I noticed him looking down at our private parts, so close together.
"I kind of want to touch them together," I admitted. "Is that okay?"
"I guess. Just don't stick it inside."
"I won't."
"Or get it too close to the tip. There's a little cum on it already."
"I'll watch it."
He really trusted me, and I like to think he was right to. I lowered my vulva down, then thrust it forward until it came into contact with the bottom edge of his penis. The length of his shaft lined up perfectly along the deep crevice between my outer labia. I rubbed them together, savoring the skin to skin contact of my vulva to his penis. I wish I could have lowered myself down around him, but a promise was a promise.
Instead, I did the next best thing I could think of. With my fingers, I pulled my labia apart and let his shaft fall into the vestibule. It was such a perfect fit. I slid my slit up and down his shaft a few times, making sure the tip of his penis never got buried. It rubbed against my clit and the other sensitive areas in there, which did such wonderful things for me!
Matthew groaned. I think he liked that, too. On a whim, I reached down again and grabbed each of my outer labia with my fingers. I stretched them outward, and was easily able to extend them past his penis. When I brought my lips back together, they easily touched each other on the other side of his penis. My plump labia now formed a fleshy ring around his penis. I suppose I had finally wrapped my vagina around his penis, though maybe not in the same way as I had been begging him. It was still something, though.
Matthew looked down, and when he saw what I had done he laughed amusedly. "That's a good idea!" he said. "Oh, that feels really good! Your vagina lips feel so soft and warm!"
I pinched the ends of my labia together with one hand to tighten the ring around him. Rocking my pelvis, I slid that ring of flesh up and down his shaft. With how wet I was, I had no trouble sliding my flesh over his. He groaned in pleasure again. In turn, his shaft rubbed firmly against my clit, and I was gasping as well. In another minute, he was ejaculating all over his belly!
I felt proud of myself! I had done a similar thing several times by getting him off between my breasts. I already knew he liked tit jobs from me, so now we could add labia jobs to the menu. It was the closest I was going to get. I rubbed his still firm penis against my clit until I was also cumming a few seconds later. That had been fun!
When it was done, and we had cleaned ourselves up, we laid down on the forest floor and enjoyed the fading light of day. I lay on my back with one leg draped over his bare chest. He laid down, half on his back and half on his side, and using the soft flesh of my opposite thigh as a pillow. His face was inches from my vagina, which he was gazing at as one might take in the beauty of a sunset on a mountaintop. Even after he had been thoroughly satisfied, Matthew could still stare at my cleft for hours! He said it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen!
We had been silent for several minutes, just listening to each other's soft breathing and enjoying the contact of our bare skin. I had been thinking very hard about how to start this conversation, and no way seemed like a good way.
"So, what do you think we are, Matthew?" I said at long last. It had been a mistake, I realized as soon as the words were out of my mouth and irretrievable. It seemed to imply I was hoping for the opposite answer to what I actually wanted.
"Huh? What do you mean?" he answered, all the while keeping his gaze centered on my lovely vagina.
