a masturbator wrote:
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Greetings to one and all,
I hope this initial disclaimer is not a disappointment: The two ladies
to whom I refer are NOT participants in any threesome that I or
anybody else was ever a part of. These two have never even met each
other. Rather, R. was my first sex partner and C. will likely (since I
take the commandment against adultry very seriously) be my last. About
all the others in between, that could be a tale for another day.
R. was my steady companion during most of my college years. She was
temperamental, moody, and never really understood how it could be that
whenever we had a few moments of privacy, my mind would fixate to the
exclusion of all else on getting my penis into her vagina. She
accommodated me with some frequency, but not always, and not nearly
enough to slake my desire. If she did not happen to be in the mood, I
would have to be satisfied dry-humping her until I squirted into my
jockey shorts. She really liked that. She said she was more likely to
orgasm from my doing that than from penetration. She especially liked
it afterward if my semen soaked through my jeans and made a visible
wet spot. She savored the thought that she had made me lose control
and wet myself. She even liked the semen smell that wafted up from
that wet spot.
I always felt frustrated by her insisting on this alternative, even
though my own orgasm was always more intense from doing this than it
ever was the times I squirted into her vagina. I was so misguided
then. Indeed once at a drive-in movie, she reached into my pants and
jerked me off. In my naivety, I pulled her hand out just before I
ejaculated because I didn’t want to slime her hand. Silly me. She was
pissed. The whole reason she put her hand in there to in the first
place was because she wanted her hand to be slimed.
Often she would spend the night with me in my dorm room. But if my
roommate was snoozing in the other cot across the room, there could be
no penetration, no blow-job, no clit-lick. All too noisy for her
sensibilities. Instead I was allowed, very quietly, to lightly and oh
so slowly brush my penis against her labia until (after the better
part of an hour), stifling my outcry, I squirted great gobs onto her
tummy, her nightie, the sheets, and my own exposed surfaces. Then
she’d rub her goo-covered tummy against mine in a fond embrace and
smear it all over both of us.
She was a huge booster of masturbation. Indeed she was the only
partner I ever had with whom I could discuss my auto-erotic life
freely. We had given our genitals the names, Chumbeley and
Chumbeliette. She insisted that both of them were in constant need of
exercise. That was our euphemism for it. She herself was a daily
masturbator. Her favorite method was push her vulva into a balled-up
blanket. When travel plans separated us, we wrote each other letters
detailing all the exercise we were giving ourselves.
Summers I visited her a number of times at her parents’ house. They
had a pool. At night we skinny-dipped, but again, no penetration
allowed at her folks’ house. The pool had a jet in one side that made
emitted a strong stream into the pool-water. We took turns straddling
it. She’d go first and I’d watch until I was achingly hard. Then I’d
go and squirt white clouds into the pool water within seconds. Then
she’d go again.
She was also the first woman to put her clitoris into my mouth. Though
my penis was touching only air, it discharged within seconds. I’ve
been an avid pussy-licker ever since. Still I can count on the fingers
of one hand the number of times in my life that licking has caused me
to spontaneously orgasm. Back then it never occurred to me there was
no law that said I couldn’t jerk off while I was licking pussy. I’m
sure she would have loved for me to do so.
So you are probably asking yourself why I ever left this woman. It’s a
long story. As our relationship deteriorated at the end, I was, for a
time, in a triangle with her another gentleman, whom she ended up
marrying.
Recently one of my most persistent masturbation fantasies is of her,
but never of penetrating her. It’s those dry-humps that I fondly
remember as our most delicious moments. As my body thrashed and
shivered in her arms in those unions, was she picturing in her mind my
the white rope shooting out the end of my penis? I get hard whenever I
think that thought.
Which brings me to my relationship with C. For the first six months of
our marriage, I was filling her vagina with goo three and four times
each day, intermixed with extended pussy-licking sessions. Only once
did she ever give me a hand-job. When the inevitable gusher erupted,
her comment was, “Such a waste!” That’s her attitude. Any of my semen
that doesn’t end up in her vagina is wasted. She’s mentioned that
sentiment on more than one occasion. To my mind, all of my semen has
been wasted except for that one very precious load over a
quarter-century ago that played a part in bringing my daughter to
life. C. insists she knows which one that was. Indeed when she pointed
out which time that was, I can recall that time feeling as though
heaven itself was cascading in a great river through my urethra. It’s
never been like that since. So I have to believe that the sparking of
a new life has such power that the feeling can’t be denied.
For the first three months of our marriage I didn’t jerk off at all.
I believed in my heart that getting laid three and four times each day
should be enough. But as the months rolled by, something was missing.
Finally one night at about 3 am, I couldn’t sleep. As C. slept, I
crept into the bathroom and jerked off standing in the bathtub. That
broke the ice. Soon, in addition to getting laid multiple times daily,
I secretly jerked off too — either in the morning shower, or in the
middle of the night. I have perfected a two-fingertip technique where
I can be lying on my back in bed while she’s snoring away and with
almost no visible motion at all stimulate my penis until it is all
tingly and spitting.
To this day I still do it at least once daily. Getting laid is now
only once or twice a week, and sometimes seems like a chore. But I
always look forward to the union of my hand and penis. She’s caught me
only a few times. Once she caught me outright in the shower. Several
other times I’ve stepped out of the shower with a dribble hanging on a
semen-thread from my penis. “You’ve been fucking yourself,” was her
scold to me. Another time I was watching a movie on TV while she was
sleeping in the other room. On an impulse I masturbated with my
clothes on. She walked in on my just as I was gushing into my
skivvies. Despite my clothes covering the primary evidence, she knew
at once what I was up to. She was pissed.
So irony, irony, irony. Back when I was with the woman who was
supportive of my masturbation habits, I thought of it as only a
substitute for what I really wanted. I was obscessed with getting into
her as often as I could to the point of utter frustration whenever
that didn’t suit her. Now that I am with a woman who allows me into
her vagina whenever I want, I am unable to share that other part of my
sex-life that is just as precious to me and produces orgasms that are
oh so more intense than her sweet and silky vagina is able to give me.
Why does life have to be so perverse??
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Yes I found that out. I married a beautiful tall blonde that really
turned heads. I have always been addicted to masturbation, and after a
few years felt tired of fucking. In fact every time we fucked I would
have to go to another room and masturbate to feel truly satisfied
sexually. She doesnt get that exited over sex anymore herself, so i
really neglect her sexually and spen hours a day jacking in internet
masturbation chat rooms and collecting hundreds of pictures to jack off
to….including pics of my wife. how strange. But i love itl
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I guess, my wife and I have found – if not the best – a wonderful way of being all completely satisfied.
My wife always was and still is absolutely fuck-addicted. As more she can get it, as happier she is.
But I am stroke-addicted and need it several times a day.
So we loked for a “sexual triangle”, one more guy for fucking her the whole day.
Some 20 ys ago I met Diego, a nice, small, tiny, slim guy of my wife’s same age, and terrificly endowed with actual thick 8″ limp and 10 ” erected.
He isnt a man with a big dick, no… he is a bick dick with a small man attached in behind !
Soon after meeting Diego, my wife fell in so deep love to him (My wife and I are legally married in Argentina, where we live) – that we decided crossing the nearby border to Paraguay, where Juanita – my wife – legally married Diego, under the laws of the neighbour country. That way its not a legal “bigamy” in no countries law, but actually my wife has 2 husbands: me for fantastic cuckold stroking and Diego for fucking her 3 times a day in average. When they fuck, I stroke, I fuck mom’s mouth or hughe tits, I cum onto both fuckers…oh, why the human’s life is sooooo short!
We enjoy us 3 a lot, we love us 3 a lot. And we sleep-FUCK in the same super-sized bed.