Masturbation on Board

You wriggle out of your dress clothes, push your plain panties down, and pull your plain bra off over your head. Exposed to the air, your unspoiled xeno-twat simmers with latent, low-level arousal that is soon to bloom in an inferno of ardor and desire. The feminine scent of girlish arousal reaches your nose a moment before your fingers reach your cleft, and you let out a happy, contented sigh as you start to deal with your baser needs.

The sticky, simmering delta your fingers slip against quivers deliciously at your touch, the folds engorging as they fill with unspent desire, their flesh sensitive and achy. You slide your palm across the slowly-stiffening surface of your clitroral hood before it swells enough to become exposed. Your body gives a gentle shudder at that, your lengthy tail flicking wildly behind you. You slump down against the nearest upright surface since your legs seem to be too busy quivering to properly support you.

Your other hand finds its way to your palmable tits, and more importantly, to one of your pronounced nipples. You pinch and tweak at your sensitive bud, really working it back and forth as you toy with your nethers, tugging it from time to time to shoot darts of pleasurable agony through your licentiously contorting form. With one back-arching plunge, you work a pair of fingers into your needy slit, thrusting again and again, so hard that the wet squelches of female bliss are distinctly audible.

You moan, loud and low but inexorably rising higher with each touch and caress, each thrusting slip through your needy crevice. Arching your ample thighs, you hump against your hand, grinding back into your quickly moving fingers, some plunging inside while others tend to your clit, your body practically on autopilot at this point - a quivering, pre-orgasm wreck. It’s no surprise to you; this is what you wanted after all. A high pitched, keening whine escapes your lips as you climb towards the peak of pleasure, and you’re fingers are rapidly become soaked with your girl-cum.

Then, it comes all at once, an explosion of ecstasy strong enough to make your eyes roll back and your body go on autopilot: fingers thrusting, girly flanks lurching, legs quivering. Your wail turns into a lurid moan every bit as sloppy and as your spasming thick-lipped vagina. Drool from your lolling tongue drips to your melons, warm on your heaving black scales as you shudder one last, climactic time, letting the supernova-hot explosion of bliss roll up from your crotch to your brain. It bursts across your consciousness like a plasma-bolt comprised of pleasure, rolling back your eyes and turning your thoughts to nothing more than animal pleasure.

You come to a little later, reeking of sex, your fingers stained with girlish goo, and smile, sated... for now.