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"That's unexpected." Was what first came through my mind. There wasn't much more then that, but a stray thought wondering WHY there wasn't much more then that. Maybe it was the state I was in, maybe it was the fact we were now fully "partners in crime" in this endeavor, or maybe just because while I had come to terms with the fact I didn't have any desire for cock I didn't have any antagonism towards it, and as long as we were each able to enjoy ourselves I then why would it bother me?

So once that initial shock passed my smile grew and my hands kept with those quick, steady motions.

Where I had simply started smiling I found myself cracking a grin. Yes I might be totally accepting of my playmate having a cock I enjoyed one distinct advantage by not having one, multiple orgasms.

I wouldn't say I ever NEEDED more then one, but it was a potential I never wasted, and as my hands kept moving faster and faster, and my breath started to hitch, and my back arched as my hips rocked into my hands I knew I would be taking advantage again today.

Meeting Miss Adera's eyes my grin grew, and her expression seemed to indicate her realization why.

The first two fingers on my right were a well lubricated piston as they slid in an out of my pink folds while my first three of my left kept a hard, fast circle on my clit.

I wanted to keep my eyes locked with my instructors, but my head feel back and my eyes closed as stars exploded behind them as I created, and broke, and came.

My body shook helplessly in what it told me was the most intense climax I've had so far, and I wanted to scream my release, but I realized that would probably be going a bit TOO far so I chocked it down to a silent scream as my body shook and bucked in the fury of my release until I was left loose, limp and boneless in my chair.

At least until I smiled at Miss Adera, licked my fingers clean, and started to work on another orgasm.

I have to clear my throat before I'm able to speak. "I-I think so, but it usually isn't just one doing it in front of another."

I manage to pull away from my pussy long enough to take off my blouse like Miss Adera, and then I take it a step further and take off my bra. The feeling of the cool, but warming air on my now bare breasts, and the knowledge that it's here in the library arousing me to the point it's making stars dance in my vision.

Knowing I was well past the point of caring about anything other then the sensations running through my body I threw out the last bit of caution, stood up, and bent over, deliberately facing Miss Adera as I did so, and removed my panties and skirt.

Realizing I was just in shoes and socks as I sat back down didn't even count as naughty thrill. It was unnamed, but undeniable as I sat down and spread my legs.

I could see I shocked Miss Adera earlier, but I could also see she was turned on as well, and as my left hand returned to tug at now bared nipples and my right slid my fingers back in dripping pussy I met her eyes again.

I spoke, but I muffled a groan that mixed in with the words. "We're pretty mcuh past the point of propriety Ma'am. YOu can do it too... if you want. I... at this point I need to."

At which point my motions became even more intense. Where I had been lightly tugging my nipples I was now pinching and pulling, not quite enough to cause pain, but coming closer then I ever had when playing with myself before.

And my pussy... dripping was also not quite enough to describe what was happening. I was so wet I could feel a small pool of my arousal collecting in my palm where it sort of cupped my pussy as the first two fingers penetrated while my thumb rubbed my increasingly aching clit.

It was all increasing, the sensations, and my body's responses. My chest heaved, and my skin was so hot, I could feel enough sweat had formed between my breasts to cause a trickle to run between them and down my belly.

I looked down to watch it do so, and then back up to meet Miss Adera's eyes, and I felt a change, something special, something warm. Yes there had been(and was still) a naughty thrill to the where this was happening, but I felt a bond, a tie to my willing, but maybe originally unwitting playmate.

I wasn't exposing myself to her like some flasher, but sharing something personal, and ... again words seemed to come up short, but looking at Miss Adera I thought she got it as she continued to watch me pleasure myself in front of her eyes.

My eyes wanted to drift shut as the pleasure increased, but I forced them open, locked them to hers as my back started to arch and my hips rocked to my questing fingers. Fingers that needed a little more.

I pulled my left from my breasts, and spread my legs as wide as they could get in the chair while put my now freed left hand to vigorously rub my clit while my right took up a similar intensity moving in and out, even as my inner muscles gripped, trying to keep them in.

I didn't know if I was utterly beyond words, but I was content with the pants, and sighs of my increasing passion as I kept my gaze locked with my teacher's.

I'm pretty much the same, but ultimately the hope is that people sharing in it can enjoy sharing it.

Already a wonderful start, and I'm working on my next addition.

And I think Brandybee shows a wonderful point. She's as straight as I am gay, but we both have a similar taste, hobby, predeliection.

Now I should note (and I'll probably note it in my later addition) when I said "Feast of the eyes." I'm talking of the sharing, just the idea of sharing similar passion, common indulgence. Of taking something personal to shared.

If others want in, to share similar passion, just let us know. Just remember the point of that other thread, there are plenty of orgies, that is specialized in personal pleasures.

As I noted in my mutual masturbation post in Fantasies and Fetishes, there are those who already knew of my kink. Adera was one of them, the only still on, and she and I have had some truly wonderful playtimes together. Talking about them again we thought it might be fun to start a thread version of one, which not only allows me to indulge my fetish  , but allows me to give a tangible example of how this works.

As a special note here, with any new partner rules would be discussed if only to make sure that they were understood. This will be RP, so they will not actually be mentioned once in character.

In the most basic form, we don't touch each other, we touch ourselves, and share in the enjoyment of doing so. A feast of the eyes, and a savoring of our own flesh.


***Here we go.***

Schools today take great pains to secure their computers to adult material, to varying degrees of success. Between the sheer pervasiveness of the subject matter, the need to allow the computers to actually access the internet, and the technical skills of student who have grown up in the Digital Age they were left with an ongoing, and up hill battle.

The printed page however had been forgotten by both students and staff alike. Titles like Nancy Friday's "My Secret Garden" likely bought thinking it was some sort of fairy tale, filed on a shelf, and forgotten.

A title that I was reading to greater, and greater distraction. Miss Friday's garden was metaphor for women's desires, real desires, shared with her, and put to print.

Printed pages that I was turning with my lone left hand as my right kept trying to defy my mind's orders to NOT touch stiffening nipples.

It certainly wasn't helping that the rest of my body was bombarding my mind with ever greater distractions.

A warmth rising to my skin that was so hot I was SURE it could be seen, either in reddened skin, or sweat I felt trying to form on my forehead.

A much richer moisture pooling between my thighs, soaking into my panties so much I feared what would be left behind once I stood up, matched by a throbbing between my legs matching the pounding of my heart that was overriding the fear of that wetness being left behind, the commands NOT to touch my nipples, and even the sense of where I was as all this was happening.

Yet once I stopped fighting it my brain became all too helpful. If I just leaned forward like I was sleeping my hot breasts could meet the cool surface of the table, and if I laid my left hand on top of my right there was no WAY someone could see that the bottom hand had slipped inside  the top of my skirt (my brain even suggesting it would be less conspicuous if I did it that way rather then hike my skirt up).

My brain was also treacherous, overriding what little remained of my good sense by suggesting that no one ever came back here, that the printed page was truly dead, and no one would ever see.

It swore that everything would be just fine. It even said that it would be better if I did something for my state back here where no one comes rather then walking out where other students might find me and see what a state that damn book had put me in.

Part of me was trying to call all of that lies, but it couldn't he heard over the pulse in my chest, and the corresponding throbbing between my thighs.

Thighs that were now carefully opening to my slowly moving hand, and questing fingers.

My skirt felt a little binding near my wrist, but it kept my motions gentle as I slipped my hand under the waist of my panties, and my fingers into my own, damp heat.

At first I was afraid I would make a sound, but I couldn't breathe at all, my whole body locking up as my fingers found that core of my arousal, first digging in, sliding between grasping muscles before slipping out and up to circle my erect little clit.

My clit's response being to make stars swim in front of my eyes as I reminded myself to breathe, and let my fingers get to work.

I can only speak for myself, but the whole point of the Dungeon thread was the sharing of information. So for my part, feel free.

Bumping as this thread has a plethora of hands on information.

Thank you everyone for welcoming me back so kindly. Lover, Rukya, Marilyn

For some specific points.

HB-Unless I'm reading something very wrong, that's in the flesh, and I'm still keeping my no voice/vid/pics rule. Part of what makes here here, and makes me able to post fetishes like this one that I am normally very timid about is that I keep that boundary up. It's an easy misunderstanding, and you didn't so anything "wrong" you just happened to be incorrect.

What I am talking about here is play like what happens the rest of the time in rooms/threads/stories, but with a very specific theme, mutual masturbation.

old_goat-  I'm sorry, but you're already tripping an alert in my head. That open ended  "Who knows what we might discover" screams "It's not if I'll get to fuck her, but how I'll make it happen." I do in fact know what will happen, shared self pleasuring... or I'll flee that room like they implemented a smoke detector and it just went off.

I appologize if I sound bitchy there, but I feel that if I don't make my boundaries VERY clear this will die before it ever starts... and considering the majority of positive responses I am getting I really don't want to let that happen.

jcm/James- It's posts like yours that give me hope. With the girls my boundaries are obviously more relaxed, and with old friends like Lover and HB there is trust there, but the respect you are showing as someone I don't know very well... is making this look very positive.

Brandybee-I think that sotry thread is part of what lit this fire in me, and there is a definite interest in writing up a story... though this thread may tip off since the theme of the story would be blatantly apparent.

And as James has shown, such men do exist... here is to hoping.