I wanted them to go deeper, yet with the confinement of my underwear, I continued to thrust them as far inside as they would go. His orgasm was greater than I could have imagined and he continued to spurt into my mouth. I gagged slightly and pulled my head back, but refused to stop pumping his shaft with my hand. Now I could see the semen spurt through the tiny eye at the crown of his shaft. my own orgasm intensified and I had to let go of his cock to finish my own needs. My free hand flew to my nipples and pinching them, while I rammed my other hand deep inside myself, thrusting my fingers around the elastic waistband that had kept me from enjoying the pleasure of my fingers deeply penetrating deep inside. I watched him continue to ejaculate and it dribbled down the length of his shaft to pool on his chest. My hand acted as if it was acting of its own accord, plunging again and again inside of me. It drove me over the edge. My hips began thrusting and my first real orgasm began. With each quiver of my fingers, I pressed my palm against my mound, forcing pressure against my clitoris. Faster and deeper I plunged. I looked over and saw Dave watching me. The thought of him viewing me masturbate like this didn't embarrass me like I thought it would. It actually increased my own excitement. Knowing that he was seeing me so vulnerable and exposed, thrilled me as never before. My vagina twitched and contracted with each thrust of my fingers. My knees gave out and I threw myrself against the bed. I viewed his manhood only inches from my face and I spasmed again in complete orgasm. I now was truly incorporated into the world of the forbidden sexual knowledge of being a woman. It left me feeling complete and total.

Dear Diary,

Here is the turning point. If it hadn't been someone as mature and caring as Dave, I might have decided life was no longer worth living. As I note below, I am reminding myself what a wonderful person he has turned out to be.