Earl Flen: Hand Pussy

Hand Pussy

by Earl Flen

I like all sex terms and words, but I love these two words very much. They invoke so much about the positive nature of masturbating. Hand pussy is the pussy I have fucked most. Hand pussy is the first pussy I ever fucked. Hand pussy is the pussy that is always there for me. Hand pussy can respond to my fantasies and be any pussy I want it to be. I can close my eyes and fuck my hand pussy as if she was any woman I want, or I can stare into the photographed eyes of my favorite masturbation muse and fuck her pussy in my fist. My hand pussy can turn into the anus (or mouth) of a man I fantasize about fucking. (Or a finger from my hand pussy can be his dick sliding into my anus – my man pussy.)

I can fuck my hand pussy as hard or as gently as I wish. Hand pussy always grips my cock just perfectly and always squeezes at the right time and the right amount. I love my hand pussy. I can fill my hand pussy with cum or let it spurt out the back. I can put my limp dick inside my hand pussy and fuck when I don’t have an erection. My hand pussy can quiver and pulse until it makes me hard, or until it makes me cum even though I’m soft.  

[note: I’ve posted this at http://fistfulofcum.blogspot.com/2014/06/hand-pussy.html along with some pictures for your enjoyment.]

I have a secret for you gals who think a masturbator is pathetic for fucking his fist or for being addicted to hand pussy. All you women who feel pity for a chronic masturbator and look down at us or belittle us or scold us. My secret? The best pussy I ever fucked belonged to a woman named Anne. Sliding my dick into her pussy was like sticking it into warm, soft butter with a muscular, responsive vagina-sheath beneath the butter. Her spasms and clasping clenches around my penis were perfect, unbelievably wonderful. Her pussy juices were warm and flowing, syrupy enough to cling to and coat my penis and make us slick together, liquid enough to sluice down her thighs or down my balls; and just sticky enough to often form little silver threads that stretched from her clit to the tip of my cock and broke in little splashes when I pulled away. Her juice tasted like sea water mixed with pear nectar and flowed over my tongue or my fingers like the finest liqueur.

Ladies, your pussies are not that exquisite, no matter what your egos may tell you. Anne opened herself to me eagerly and loved my thrusts into her magical pussy, which she met with loving pushes back against my crotch. Now — I don’t lay between Anne’s thighs any more, but … I can still fuck her pussy from memory, just by thrusting into my hand pussy. You should remember that when you laugh at my addiction, girls. Your pussy may not be enough match the sweet sweet sensations my hand pussy can give me! And my hand pussy is always ready and willing. It doesn’t laugh or sneer at me.

This morning “the urge” hit me hard when I woke. I pulled a few pillows over and piled them next to me. Then I reached into my nightstand and got a tube of lube and slathered it all over my rock-hard prick. I love the feeling of having a body between my thighs so I rolled over onto the stack of pillows, clasping and squeezing their bulk between my legs It felt so good! I centered my fist in a depression in the pillows. Then, closing my eyes, I lay on the pillows and imagined my masturbation muse lying under me.

Immediately I stroked down into her willing, hairy pussy and began fucking her. Oh god, her pussy clasped me just perfectly. I fucked her eagerly. In a minute or so I opened my eyes and looked over at the wardrobe mirror we have in our bedroom. It was so erotic to see my naked ass lift up and then hump down on my masturbation muse – my stack of pillows and my hand pussy. The fingers of my other hand sought and found my stiff little nipples and pinched them hard. For a long time I lay on top of “her”, my fantasy masturbation muse, fondling my man-titties and fucking my hand pussy, enjoying her body between my thighs. I fucked her and fucked her.

Eventually my orgasm built up so powerfully that I was slamming into my hand pussy intensely until I just went rigid and spurted my cum into her. It was a wonderful orgasm! I rolled off my pillows and lay on my back, letting my sperm ooze out of my penis into my hand pussy. What hadn’t squirted onto the pillows dripped down into my public hair and left me feeling sexy and satiated. My hand pussy squeezed and milked the last drops of my cum in an expert way your lady pussies never can.

Yeah. I love my hand pussy. Right now, this minute, my loving hand pussy is once again wrapped around my hard dick, and as soon as I click “save” on the computer I’m going to fuck her as I sit in this chair. She’s always there for me.