a masturbator wrote:
… In the meantime I LOVE to write about masturbation, (almost as much as actually masturbating). I have just finished a little fantasy about a sublime masturbation experience and I send it to you:
A BEAUTIFUL MASTURBATION EXPERIENCE:
I had often encountered the young woman who lived in the apartment next door but had only nodded hello in passing and she had always nodded back and smiled sweetly. Then one day several weeks after first greeting her I stopped and introduced myself and she said her name was Tammy. I was Billy. We chatted a moment or two and then she said
“Bye the way I often hear noises through the wall at night or in the mornings or even during the day”.
I responded rather guardedly that I hoped I was not disturbing her and I wasn’t sure exactly what it was she was hearing. She in turn asked me to come into her apartment and she would show me the spot where she could hear the noises so I followed her to what turned out to be her bedroom which I quickly realized had a common wall with my bedroom. It also began to dawn upon me what it was she was hearing through our none to solid common wall and I began to feel a little embarrassed.
I eased towards the door to extricate myself from any further discussion of our little noise problem but to my surprise she moved quickly to block the door and then I was dumfounded by what she had to say next.
“Billy, I know what those noises are that I am hearing in the night. Your bed squeaks and the rhythmic bumping around can only be one thing. You are masturbating”
I was dumbfounded with her bluntness and the uttering of that magic word “masturbating” sent my penis into instant tumescence. I AM a chronic masturbator and I find just the words, masturbation, masturbator, masturbating highly arousing and capable of starting my mind quickly off down that path to sexual arousal and self gratification. The fact that here was a pretty young woman unexpectedly calling me out on my masturbation was just too much and I began to tremble with a torrent feverish thoughts and fantasies. I was speechless but she was not.
“That’s all right Billy, everyone masturbates. It is a good thing and I love that fact that you seem to enjoy it so much……… and so frequently. I love to masturbate too but even more I love to watch people masturbate. I would love to watch you masturbate.”
Quite quickly I had given up all thoughts of trying to escape from her apartment and was ready to yield completely to this bold young woman who seemed to be taking command of the situation and instinctively sensed my innermost sexual impulses. She offered me her hand and led to her dining table which she backed me against. She had me take off my shoes and socks and my shirt so I had on only my pants.
“Billy, I want to see your penis. I want you to take off your pants for me so that I can look at your penis and I will tell you what I think of it”
So I dropped my pants and pulled my underwear off so that I was now naked in front of her with, of course, a fierce erection. She had me sit up on the edge of the sturdy dining room table and she placed two chairs either side so that I could comfortably rest my feet. She had me spread my legs apart so that my genitals were totally exposed and she could see all the way down to my rectum.
“I love to look at a man’s private parts as they are all a little different. Your erection is beautiful, not the biggest or longest I have ever seen but hard and straight with lovely little veins and a rosy circumcised cock head that has a cute little curl to it. I like a fleshy ball sac and yours has a nice shape to it.”
She went on in this manner for several minutes talking about my genitals and instructing me to move them around and play with myself a little, not to masturbate full force but just to scratch and rub and tug a little this way and that so she could see how I looked from every angle.
“How are you feeling” she asked, as if the hardness was not evidence enough. “I see you are getting wet with that little clear bead peeking from the tip of your cock, from your little peehole. Let it seep and run a little.”
She would not let me rub my precum around yet as she made it clear that I was not to really masturbate until she instructed me to do so, just rub my inner thighs and play with my ball sac but to leave my shaft to twitch and drool for a while. She asked me how I felt and what I was thinking about and whether I was thinking of what her cunt looked like. She liked that word and kept using it in a way that began to drive me to fantasize vividly about what her cunt looked like.
“Maybe my cunt is hairy and maybe it is shaved smooth. Maybe I have big fleshy cunt lips or maybe my pussy is pink and tight. Sometimes I love to spread my cunt wide open and look at it the way your legs are spread apart now for me to look at your man parts.”
She went on like this making me more and more want to look at her cunt and arousing me more intensely. And then she reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties without even allowing a glimpse of her cunt. They were smooth silk lavender panties and she held them up in front of me and in an almost taunting tone said
“These are the panties hot off my pussy, with a spot or two of cunt juices on them as I too have been getting wet watching you play with yourself and examining your beautiful penis. I will show you my cunt later but first you have to masturbate for me and when you cum you have to ejaculate into my panties for me”
So at last I was instructed to masturbate for her and I could pump my shaft in and out of my fist and twirl the tip of my penis in my fingertips. At her request I demonstrated the range of techniques I used to masturbate, hard rubbing, grinding my penis between my palms, massaging the rim of my penis tip, using saliva to lubricate myself and even leaning back on her table, raising my buttocks and jamming my finger into my asshole to massage my prostrate.
I began to feel my masturbation yield more intense feelings and I was intensely aroused by the knowledge that Tammy was right there looking at my penis, watching my body rise in tension and my facial expression begin to contort as it always does with a look of pleasurable distress as I felt myself being carried off to the alternate space where I dwell as my genitals enflame and ejaculation approaches. As I masturbated she kept murmuring softly:
“You are such as good little boy masturbating.”………
“It is such a good thing for you to masturbate”……….
“Boys are so beautiful when they masturbate”………..
“I love to look at you and your penis as you masturbate”……..
“Everybody should masturbate”……….
“I can see your ball sac tighten and your penis get soooo red and slippery as you masturbate”……….
“Show me how you masturbate”……..
“Keep masturbating for me”………
It is indescribable how exciting her whisperings and her repetition of the word “masturbate” are to me as I focus on my image of her, her cunt, and my penis as my masturbation continues and I know that I am totally exposed to her intimate gaze during my act of self pleasuring. The knowledge that I am performing my masturbation act for her to view closely finally sends me over the edge and I begin ejaculating. First a small spurt to my belly button followed by two longer bursts up to my chest. My whole pelvic area convulses and is suffused with the otherworldly pleasure of the rush as these shots follow one after the other for an extended duration to the final moments when from my penis tip seeps the final oozing of semen and I begin to lose my hardness.
Tammy is smiling at me and still using that word that I so love.
“You are a good little masturbator and I enjoyed every minute of your performance. What a wonderful load of cum you have sprayed all over yourself. Enjoy it, rub your penis in it a little and I will clean you up with my panties as you enjoy your post-masturbation glow.”
I just love being called a masturbator and I enjoyed sloshing my penis around a little in my cum puddle as she begins to soak up everything I ejaculated with her silk panties. She cleans all the cum off of my chest and my penis shaft and holds her panties up to view, the wet parts all darker from the moisture of my ejaculation and she holds them to her nose to smell the aroma of my jisim. Then she steps into them and slides them up to her hips, steps back and raises her skirt to show them to ME with the wettest part of them located in her crotch covering her cunt. She addressing me.
“You have been a beautiful masturbator and I know that as you masturbated you were thinking about my cunt and what it looks like. I have not taken my panties off or put them on in a manner such that enabled you to see my cunt but I want to show it to you. However there is a demand I have of you as I show you my cunt and take off my bra and make myself naked for your pleasure and viewing. I want you to masturbate and cum a second time for me as I do it and it is a test of how accomplished and resilient a masturbator you are.”
This was a challenge I immediately agreed to and will recount for the reader in a follow on writing.