6 comments/ 30614 views/ 4 favorites Masturbation 01 By: dischargeqwerty Hello all, This is my first audio, so feel free to be brutally honest. Good feedback is important! Thanks, DQ * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (33 min/mp3) * * * * * Masturbation 02 My second submission. Still trying to work out how I want to format these sessions, so ladies please keep up the frank feedback! DQ * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (26 min/mp3) * * * * * Masturbation 03 Before we get started... Disclaimer: This audio is a MAN jacking off, if that does not get you hot, move on bro. (Your welcome) Ladies: I have a policy, I respond to all feedback that I get. From this policy, I have talked with some cool people. They give me advise on how to improve my next audios, we sling dirty jokes and comments back and forth, and some of us even engage is cyber relations... hehehe! Therefore, if any of the above is of interest to you, send me some feedback via my profile page (click my name above!). Oh, yeah and thanks for listening! Orgasm on, DQ * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (21.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Masturbation 04 Before we get started... Disclaimer: This audio is a MAN jacking off, if that does not get you hot, move on bro. (You're welcome) Ladies: I have a policy, I respond to all feedback that I get. From this policy, I have talked with some cool people. They give me advise on how to improve my next audios, we sling dirty jokes and comments back and forth, and some of us even engage is cyber relations... hehehe! Therefore, if any of the above is of interest to you, send me some feedback via my profile page (click my name above!). For those of you with a thing for social media, hit me up on kik to chat: discharge qwerty, or tumblr to see what hot pics I post. And if you're curious about what kind of porn I like, be my friend on pornhub (mention lit or I might ignore you) Oh, yeah and thanks for listening! Orgasm on, DQ * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (22.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Masturbation 05 Before we get started... Disclaimer: This audio is a MAN jacking off, if that does not get you hot, move on bro. (You're welcome) Ladies: I have a policy, I respond to all feedback that I get. From this policy, I have talked with some cool people. They give me advise on how to improve my next audios, we sling dirty jokes and comments back and forth, and some of us even engage is cyber relations... hehehe! Therefore, if any of the above is of interest to you, send me some feedback via my profile page (click my name above!). For those of you with a thing for social media, hit me up on kik to chat: discharge qwerty, or tumblr to see what hot pics I post. And if you're curious about what kind of porn I like, be my friend on pornhub (mention lit or I might ignore you) Oh, yeah and thanks for listening! Orgasm on, DQ * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (34.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Masturbation 06 Before we get started... Disclaimer: This audio is a MAN jacking off, if that does not get you hot, move on bro. (You're welcome) Ladies: I have a policy, I respond to all feedback that I get. From this policy, I have talked with some cool people. They give me advise on how to improve my next audios, we sling dirty jokes and comments back and forth, and some of us even engage is cyber relations... hehehe! Therefore, if any of the above is of interest to you, send me some feedback via my profile page (click my name above!). Oh, yeah and thanks for listening! Orgasm on, DQ * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (32 min/mp3) * * * * * Masturbation I left for work this morning before the sun was up since I had a major deadline to complete at the office. My boss had agreed that as long as the finished file is on his desk by then end of today, he will consider my request to work fewer hours so I can spend more time at home with my young bride and our young baby. He was reluctant to accede to my request but since I made it on the provision that if not granted, I would leave and take the company's major clients with me to set up my own firm. Claiming my independence has become so much more important to me since I met my new wife. Although she is much younger than I, she simply makes my life complete; I have never been happier than I am now. My sadness is derived from the fact that my job in the city requires such long days that I haven't had a chance to make love to my wonderful sexy wife in over three weeks and I am becoming very, very frustrated; as, I am sure, has she. My baby is a highly sexed woman and that is only one of the many reasons I love her so much. Back to the day; I had been travelling along the freeway on the way to the city for half an hour into the two-hour commute. On the hazy horizon – the sun was only just rising and, since I was driving in a northeasterly direction, it was shining almost directly into my eyes – I saw what appeared to be a massive pileup of vehicles! It was quite obvious that someone had called it in since there were several state troopers and ambulances in attendance as well as the whirling blades of a MediVac helicopter. I could see no reason to drive into the glare just to see what was happening (I am not that kind of ghoul) so I found the next available median crossing and turned my SUV homeward. It only took me about twenty minutes until I arrived on my street and drove quietly into the driveway. I had left Julie sleeping as well as the babe and didn't want to disturb them. I figured that I would go into my hope office and e-mail the boss explaining what had happened and that I would come into the office later to complete that all-important project. Of course, in my opinion, the project was simply time filler since any flunky in the office could have crunched the numbers. It was just one other reason I was becoming disenamoured with the job. I removed my shoes at the back door and proceeded down the darkened hallway to my office. However, I had only just started when I noticed the sliver of light from below the almost closed door to the den/office. I crept nearer to investigate since I never leave either the light on or the door ajar. There are too many important papers strewn about and since the baby is just starting her initial steps and loves to explore, Julie and I agreed that the door should remain closed. I drew close enough to the door to hear the sounds on moaning and slurred words coming from within. Unsure of what I might find, I slowly pushed on the door until I could see around it. Seated at my reclining leather desk chair – with her back to me – I could see the auburn tresses of my sweet Julie waving back and forth along the seat back. Her head was thrown back over the chair and I could just make out the fact that her eyes were closed shut and her mouth was hanging open. Suddenly the chair swivelled half way towards me and I almost fell back from the shock of the sight that greeted me. Julie was sprawled in the chair and was completely naked. Her legs were draped over the arms of the chair and her one hand was pulling wildly on her nipples. They were the hardest and reddest I had ever seen in our relatively short time together. One of her hands left the comfort of her breast and slid slowly downwards along the course leading from the exotic valley between her breasts towards the brightly shining pussy that awaited her ministrations. As soon as her hand cupped her mons, I heard the hiss as she drew her breath in sharply; she had been delaying this warm touch as long as possible to make the sensations all that sweeter. I was blown away by the sight of my wife as she masturbated in sight of me without knowing I was a willing voyeur. As I stood rooted to the spot, I watched her fingers curl inwards until the obviously touched her g-spot since her keening mews of unbridled pleasure filled the small room. Her arousal sent the sweet aroma wafting across the room to my waiting nostrils and, as I inhaled deeply, my cock strained against the tight slacks I was wearing. Completely in her control, I started to disrobe at the open door; becoming impatient, I ripped away the constricting buttons and tore off my slacks and briefs. My cock sprang to immediate attention and pointed me quietly to the love seat in front of the desk where my darling wife remained so into her experience. I had to touch my throbbing cock for fear that I didn't, it might explode and spoil the illusion. As I slowly stroked my cock – I was sprawled out on the love seat facing her – Julie's eyes opened just a slit and through the hooded lids, I could see her blue eyes crinkle in gladness. She wanted me to be here and to see her! Not being one to disappoint, I lifted my legs a little higher to show how my full balls moved with the stroking of the shaft above them. Now her lips were curled into a smile which best be described as one of love and lust as her fingers churned in and out of her sweet wet pussy. I could hear the slap of her hand as it bottomed out each time and her moans as she drove them in. My own arousal surged over and over again like it wanted – no needed! - release and I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. I stood up shakily and reached for the chair and drew it – and its precious cargo – over to touch the edge of the loveseat. I then returned to my position immediately in front of her and, gripping her ankles, pulled her even closer. At that point her legs were resting over mine and my feet were tucked behind her back, thus holding her captive. We were by now gazing directly into each other's eyes as we re-newed with vigour our self-pleasuring. Only difference – this time we were pleasuring each other first and foremost! Just the heat of her proximity was driving my hand to more and more action. My precum was lubing me so much that my hand was moving freely from the bottom of the shaft right up to the point that I was pulling what was left of my foreskin (of course I was circumcised as an infant) over the glistening head. By so doing, my pee hole almost disappeared only to reappear with each down stroke. Julie had never seen this trick before so she kept begging me to do it over and over. For some reason, this really seemed to turn her on! By this point, we both nearing our orgasms but I wanted, as usual, for us to cum as close together as possible. Apparently this wasn't a concern since Julie was alternately driving her fingers deep and thrusting her hips upwards to meet her fingers. I almost stopped my own strokes as I watched in fascination; Julie getting off has always been such a turn on for me that all I usually had to do was to watch her and I would cum without touching myself. My wonderful wife exploded so hard that her cum sprayed far enough to almost cover my own hand! She was crying constantly as she looked deep into my loving eyes as the waves of many little orgasms swept her body. As I said, that was all I needed and my own explosion did travel so far as to spray Julie's hands and abdomen and then upwards to land on my own neck, chest and, finally, my hand. Feeling fully spent, we stumbled to bed just down the hall and proceeded to lick each other clean. We turned into each other's arms for a brief snooze until Em's cries from her nursery awoke us to the start of another day. As we sat at the kitchen table over a leisurely breakfast, I broached my idea of setting up my own business in our little town and beat the constant commute and long workdays. When I said that my primary reason was to spend more time with my family, my darling wife jumped up with a delighted squeal to sit in my lap at the table. I knew this had been the best decision I had ever made! Masturbation I've been seeing my boyfriend Simon for several years now and we have been enjoying sex for almost as long. Recently Simon has been talking about tying the knot me after college but I'm not so certain about it. I'm not even certain if I'm in love with him or not. They say the feeling rockets exploding in your head when love takes over but I've never felt it. Simon thinks that he is a great lover and he makes all the motions and certainly tries. I never want to make him feel bad so I always make him think it's been wonderful for me so not to hurt his feelings. I'm now senior at a major university and I was telling this to my roommate and best friend Suzy and she looked at me with a curious expression. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" She asked and I didn't know what to say back to her. "I don't know if I've ever had an orgasm," I finally told her. "That means you haven't had one yet because I assure you if you did you would know it. Have you ever masturbated?" she asked. "No, I've never done that." I blushed as I had always been shy and having sex with the lights off and NEVER talked about sex. "Then I'm going to teach you. We're going to have a Masturbation class and it will be graded on a pass/fail basis. Let's get undressed." Suzy said as I stood there with my mouth wide open not believing what I had just heard. I watched her as she shed her clothes in front of me. Her body was perfect and my mind started to wander. I watched as her bra fell to the carpet revealing her perfect breasts. I just stared at her until her eyes fell back on me. "Come on babe, get those clothes off!" She ordered me this time. I slowly started to undress but kept my eyes totally on her. She pulled her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. It was then that I noticed that she had a trimmed mound. She looked at me and then started helping me remove my shirt. She tossed it aside and wrapped her arms around me. With a flick of her wrist the clasps of my bra were undone and my breasts were released. She slid her hands up my body and lightly cupped my tits in her hands as she began gently rolling my nipples in between her nimble fingers. She giggled lightly and went to her dresser. She pulled something out of a drawer and grabbed the small mirror off the top of her dresser. Suzy then sat down in front of me and handed me the mirror. We were both sitting naked together on the bed. "What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked. "Spread your legs and put the mirror under your pussy so you can see what you're doing" She told me as I put the mirror down under my pussy and saw myself in a new way. I had never looked at my pussy this way before so it was a bit of a novelty for me to do this. "You need to get to know your pussy and I am going to show you how so just do everything I do for now ok? Suzy said again. Taking her index finger Suzy began to rub it around her outer lips in a circle motion with each pass she went a little deeper into her pussy each time. "Now I want you to touch every part of your pussy just like I did." She said to me again. I did as she told me. Looking at my pussy in the mirror I circled it with my finger pushing a little deeper into my pussy with each pass. "Move slowly, you need to get to know how your pussy feels and know where it feels good." Suzy said to me again in a now sexy voice. "When you know where it feels good you can tell whoever you are with where it feels good." Suzy said as she moved slowly forward and entered her fingers into the moist lips of her pussy and it began to feel good. Warm and a little bit wet. Then I continued circling and I when came to my clit I knew it was there but I had never found it before. Suzy watched me intently as my fingers circled around my clit. "Try rubbing it, how does it feel?" Suzy said. "It feels good. I can feel it. I can feel it!" I said as I rubbed it and suddenly waves of pleasure began to run through my body. "Good! Now try this vibrator, put it in slowly and work it around the way I'm doing it." Suzy said as I watched her intently. I was not completely concentrating on how she was doing it but more wondering what it would be like if she were doing it to me instead. I told her I didn't know if I could do it myself and would prefer it if she would try it on me first. Suzy raised her eyebrow up at me and before I knew it she had slipped the vibrator in me. I was so wet that the vibrator easily penetrated deep into my tight pussy and I was overcome by the warm sexy sensations. For the first time I felt I understood what sex and sensuality meant. Suzy now sped up the vibrator and the thrusting of it in and out of me as my rocking hips followed her lead as my nipples became rock hard. "Try playing with your nipples" Suzy told me as I rolled my nipples between my fingers as I could feel that my pussy was now dripping my juices all over the slick vibrator and Suzy's fingers. All of a sudden I started feeling shock waves of pleasures running through me and I started panting. My body tightened up completely as my first orgasm washed over my tiny body. My very first climax had consumed me totally and I lost all self-control. My moans were more like screams now. I trembled out of control as she continued to pump that vibrator in and out of my tight pussy. She ever so slightly changed her speed slower and slower until she was sure my climax had subsided. But hearing me cum and watching my reaction definitely turned her on. As I took the vibrator from her wet fingers I quickly brought it to her throbbing clit. I made slow steady strokes around her clit, just as I had seen her do before. Good thing I'm a quick learner as I soon had her writhing on the bed with her chest heaving as her body was being wracked with pleasure! As I slid the vibrator deep into her wetness I let my fingers from my free hand dance over her clit as I randomly touched the spots she had on me earlier. "Oh my God, don't stop babe, don't stop!" Suzy's moans now replaced mine as she came. Her thick juices now coated my fingers and the vibrator as I brought her down from her climax. We both lay on the bed catching our breath. After a few moments she rolled over and kissed me deeply. At first I was shocked, but she sent waves of pleasure throughout my body and I was quickly becoming horny again and looking for another lesson. But that's a story for another time maybe? Masturbation: This story is for both sexes. I know I will get hounded down by some woman who will not let themselves believe that a man could know their bodies better than themselves. However, lets hope they have an open mind. This is more a general instruction in how to get a woman to have a whole/full/total body orgasm in under ten minutes. Before I start with how there is one little known spot that both the women and men need to know exists. That spot is the very much disputed U-spot. If you do research on the existence of this spot it will have it located in any one of three or four positions. If you ask woman less than one percent will actually know where it is. Even among medical experts, they do not know. So how sad is that the one spot that can give a woman more pleasure than the G-spot. Well, for the un-initiated it is at around eleven o'clock above the clitoris when viewed from a partner position. Easiest way to find it is to move a finger around the clitoris and move slowly out from the base until you contact a slightly raised spot. The woman will have an immediate release of copious amounts of lubricant (juice). She will feel a surge of tingles throughout her whole body with a noticeable burn down the inside of her legs that will curl her toes. If the rubbing is maintained she might feel like she is going to pee. This is not the case it impossible to pee once that aroused, this is also true for males, the bladder shuts off. What she is feeling is a squirt building. Enough on that issue for now. You have found the U-spot spot. So called because its in the inverted U between the clitoris and the pubic bone. I will now highlight where the G-spot for those women and guys who do not know where it is, for those that do please bare with me. The G-spot is a sponge and a ripple area on the roof of the vaginal passage. Its most likely position is below the clitoris as it's an extension of that system. But as literature will tell you it can be near the tight entrance and up to three inches inside. Again the woman will know when it have been found, When it is rubbed surges of burning tingles will course throughout her sex raising the level of her stimulation to a new high. Now we all know where these spots are or have found them, I will tell you how to get a woman either by herself or with a partner how to have a mind blowing orgasm. Use your index finger of your most dexterous hand to rub the G-spot in a coaxing manner and stretch the thumb of the same hand to press and rub the U-spot. With some woman stimulation of the tip of the clitoris can also be achieved while moving the thumb. Now do that for as long as you can but DO NOT COME. Hold back your orgasm as long as possible, even it you stop to let the edge drop back do so try to do this rubbing for as long as you can. The closer you get to the ten minutes the more intense your orgasm will eventually be. Now, while you are using that hand on your two spots twist/tweak both nipples alternating between one than the other. Now here is the kicker. When the woman can't hold back any longer stop rubbing and grip a nipple fully and the clitoris and pinch or twist both hard. Now DO NOT RELEASE THE PINCH until the woman has stopped 'cumming.' This can take as long as twenty minutes. Don't be near a wall it will more than likely have a hole in it after she kicks out. The woman will lose her feeling in the lower half of her body for some time. Her whole body will be alive with a burning/tingling sensation that can last for hours. If she has a shower during this time while the tingles are still with her she will orgasm again. This will be brought on purely from the water, making contact with her hyper sensitive body. Her vagina will twitch and contract for a long time afterwards and will feel like it's on fire. Her breasts will be more swollen than she can ever remember and her nipples will be hard as rocks and ache. But having said all that she will totally enjoy the most pleasurable experience of her life. One other tip, have several towels handy, you will need them. An alternative to the pinch of the clitoris is for the partner to bite it. However, hang on for a bucking ride. This can be done by any woman without any assistance. Have fun and enjoy your new experience. The reason why I am telling you this in my stories I do refer to the U-spot so for the naysayers they will be able to discover its existence all by themselves. EroticStorm. Masturbation Sighs as my right hand rests on the mouse. Slides it over to the start button on my computer screen. My finger clicks on the left side of it and opens the menu. I then clicking on shut down icon of the computer. I sit for a few minutes, waiting for the computer to turn off. My insides are churning. They are warm and on fire. My inner heat is aching for a needed and quick release. My mind is just whirling with thoughts and images. I had been completely immersed in the words I had just read on my computer screen mere moments ago. My heart is just hammering away in my chest.... I get up out of my chair. Turning the lamp off. I head towards the stairs that lead upstairs. My bare feet skim over the carpeted steps and I ascend them in the darkness and the quietness of the house. My right hand slides along the wooden railing attached to the wall.... I slow my steps as I reach the top of the stairs. I tentatively slide my foot forward till my toes touch the juncture of the next step, checking to see if I've reached the top step. Realizing that I have as my foot touches the wood on the top step. I let go of the railing as I turn to my right. Placing my hand on the wall as I feel my way to my room. I enter it. I take a few shallow breaths. I am anticipating what's to come. I am craving it. My body wants it so very badly.... I close my eyes, lifting and pulling my sweater over my head. I unbutton my jeans and unzip them. My hands slide against my skin as I push them off of my hips and down my legs. I bend slightly over and step out of them. I am now standing in my underwear and bra. Already my breath is quickening. I reach behind me and undo the clasps. I slide the straps off of my shoulders. Allowing the bra fall to the heap of clothes already piled on the floor near my bare feet. I move my hands to my hips and slip the underwear from my body. My body shivers as the cold air of the room hits my heated core. I am already full aware of the moisture that's formed along my heated folds. I move towards the bed. I am completely naked. My skin is slightly warm. My insides are churning with aching. I get into the bed and lay down. My heated flesh lies against the coolness of the sheet. I reach down with both of my hands and pull up the sheet and then the comforter up over my body. Both covers lie right under my chin. The material settles around my naked form. My head rests on the pillows. I lie on my back for a few seconds. A familiar ache grows inside me again. I close my eyes and recall the words I had read a few moments ago on the computer screen. I move my hand under the covers. My tongue rims my lips. My breath comes more rapidly from my parted lips. A soft gasp escapes from them as the fingers of my right hand travel along the top of my thigh and then over my hip. They are heading to the spot where I so need and want them to be. The palm of my hand skims slowly over my heated flesh. My stomach rises and falls as I breathe. My hand continues its path from my hip to my stomach. My breath catches in my throat. My hand moves farther down the middle of my body. The fingers brush over my naked mound. Then my palm rests there as my middle finger locates the top of my slit. The finger parts the slick folds of skin. It locates my hard clit. I let out the whoosh of breath that I had been holding and I softly moan as my finger begins to press and rub the hardened nub. It swells and throbs under my finger. I can feel the intense heat from my cunt along the tops of my inner thighs. My head falls to the side as my eyes close. I just surrender to the sensations coursing throughout my body. I utter soft "Oh, yes's" and "Mmm's" as my finger presses and rubs harder against my clit. The smooth inner walls of my pussy clench, forcing my warm juices out of it, coating my outer lips. This event driving me closer to the point I so want and need to be. I slide my legs further apart. My finger leaves my clit and glides down through the wet, slick folds of skin. I groan. My breath quickens. My heart beats stronger. I can feel it thump all throughout my small frame. My finger gets wet as it makes its way down my slick slit. My mind screams, "I'm so wet and I so want to cum badly." I purposely hold myself off a bit longer. My finger now reaches its designation. I slowly push it inside of me. I groan again. My back arches. My palm lies against my pussy. I can feel the heat radiate out of me. I slide my finger every so slowly in and out of wet cunt. It is driving me ever so closer to the edge of cumming. I turn my head to the other side. I nibble on my bottom lip. "Fuckkkkkkkkkk," I say. "Oh, god," I think, "I can't stand this." My inner walls clutch at my finger as I fuck myself with it. . I remove the wet coated finger as I gasp in utter desperation and go back to rubbing my clit. I rub it hard and fast. My finger and my cunt are absolutely drenched. I wiggle and squirm under the covers. The orgasm builds inside of me. My eyes close tightly as my body tenses. My legs squeeze together. My finger is still furiously working over that hard, throbbing nub.... I softly cry out as I reach that pinnacle of release. I release a huge breath. The cum pours out of me. "Oh, goddddddd...fuckkkkkkkkk yesssssssss." I utter between breaths.... I stop my finger for a brief second. I just let the feeling of cumming travel throughout me.... I am still pouring. Gasping for breathes as I do I wait. Allowing myself to settle and calm down. The urge returns in a few seconds and starts to grow again. The ache forms deep inside of me. My finger goes back to work. I draw up my knees. My legs fall wide open. In my mind, I hear a familiar whisper. My body tenses again and it completely rocks as another intense orgasm shoots through me. The juices pour and spurt from inside of me. I bite so hard on my bottom lip, I almost break the skin. My body shudders madly now. I pant as I float back to reality. I slide my legs back down and roll to my side. My hands rest on my heated flesh. A satisfied smile forms on my lips as I drift off to sleep. Masturbation at the Mall It started with a dare. I had been corresponding via email and Instant Messages with a young woman in England who was shy and lacked self confidence. I'll call her Jenna. She couldn't seem to initiate any sexual event. So she talked me into the dare game. If I gave her something to do, as a dare, she seemed able to follow through. In this way she was able to talk to her mom about masturbation and get across the idea that she would sometimes need privacy in her unlocked bedroom. This was a major step for her and helped build her confidence. We kept doing little things like this for a couple of weeks in July and then she turned the tables on me. One day she said, "Susan, I want to give you a dare." I said, "Jenna that seems fair, and kind of fun. What's your dare, dear?" She said, "I dare you to do something sexual in public." "Oh, you little imp. What exactly did you have in mind?" She said, "I want you to masturbate in a public place." After some thought, and listening to my psyche begin to react, I agreed. I told her I would report back when I had done it. It took a few days to get ready and work myself up for it. I decided to do it in the largest Mall in town, one surrounded by parking lots that allow you to park quite close and walk inside through any handy store. Inside it was multi-level, with stores arranged on all levels opening onto a central atrium section. Stairs and escalators were placed at each end and the middle, with one set of elevators for those who needed them. Shortly after noon I parked my pickup truck at one end, by one of the anchor stores, J.C. Penny. I slipped out of the truck, smoothed my skirt and headed for the doors. My adventure was about to begin. I had prepared carefully. I wore a white and pink summer frock, a sun dress, demur but revealing. It had spaghetti straps, a soft bosom that supported my unfettered breasts, and was snug from just below my breasts to my hips. The skirt hung loose and easy from there, in pleats, to just above my knees. The dress showed off my bare shoulders and arms, and much of my bare legs. The skirt was very feminine, swishing lightly around my thighs as I walked. I wore white backless sandals and matching plastic jewelry: earrings and assorted bracelets, and carried a small white straw purse. I felt cool and collected as I strode across the blacktop, my hair falling loosely in soft curls to spill over my shoulders and tickle the tops of my breasts and my back. That feeling of calm was to be short lived, as it turned out. Once inside the air conditioned Mall, I found the air considerably cooler, and I felt my nipples pop in response to the sudden chill. But the soft bosom material hid their condition from view. I was fully aware of them, however, as my breasts moved around within the gentle confines of the dress and rubbed my nipples incessantly against the soft cloth. Such sweet torture. I walked around the second level until I reached the restroom of my choice. The women inside reflected the variety all over the mall: middle aged to matronly women, and teenagers. The former typically wore Bermuda shorts, slacks, or casual skirts. The latter, the youngsters, wore low-rider jeans or short-shorts, cut-off sleeveless T's, or halters. Lots of bare legs and midriffs on display. And a ton of cheap jewelry clanking and clinking. And to top it all off, pardon the pun, hair of all colors, none of it, it seemed, natural. Plenty of blue, red, gold, purple, and white – in streaks and high-lights and solids, and in multiple combinations. A feast for the eyes, nubile human flamingoes. Inside the restroom, I pretended to check my makeup and adjust my hair. I used the time to check my potential audience. And I got the shakes. All these strange women, a crowd of more than a dozen – how would they react? Could I do it? But I had to; I could not back out now. I noticed a mature woman beside me sniffing the air. She had a puzzled look on her face. I realized suddenly that she was smelling me; my arousal must be making me juice some more and she was picking up the scent. Time to get to it. The older women tried to ignore the younger ones, who were noisy and brash, laughing and giggling and joking. Their antics and sounds caused a cacophony of echoes in the hard surfaced room, making it seem even louder than it was. Maybe they wouldn't hear me in all this noise, I hoped. I waited until there were three empty stalls in the middle of the row and took the middle of them. Inside, I locked the door and looked around. It was small with about a foot of space between the floor and the steel walls. I could see part way into the stalls beside mine. Oh, dear. I reached up under my skirt and peeled off my skimpy panties. I realized they were damp with my juices. I took them in my mouth as I figured out how to work in these cramped quarters. Then I hung them on the hook inside the door and sat down. Oops. Need to do something with this skirt, I realized. I pulled it up and bunched it around my waist, wishing the dress had a belt. But I tucked it in as best I could to keep it out of the toilet water. Then I realized the toilet seat was not going to work. If I leaned back the plumbing attacked me in the small of my back. Finally, I compromised. I sat and slid as far forward as I could, leaning back into the hardness that now caught me in mid-back. Just then a woman entered the stall next to me. I froze. Her feet were visible and I could hear her pushing her panties down onto her thighs. Then the sound of her pee splashing into the water. Usually that would have turned me on, but I realized that in spite of the noise outside I could clearly hear what she was doing inside her stall. So I, too, could be heard. But I had to get going. The pain in my back was getting worse. So I put one sandaled foot up and braced it against the door – which caused a metallic rattling. Shit. I heard the woman next to me stop moving. Listening? Well, the hell with it. I started to massage my cunt lips and discovered that I was soaking wet. When did that happen? I wondered, almost aloud. The woman next door pulled toilet paper off the roll and I could hear her rubbing it against herself. Oh, god. And then I must have let out a squeak as my finger found my swollen clit. The paper-on-pussy sounds stopped abruptly, but I thought to myself, fuck it. Let's get on with this. I began to get into the act of masturbation and to hell with the noise. I could hear myself and now I could smell myself: the aroma of aroused woman on a tear. My wet pussy was making distinct smacking and sloshing noises. It turned me on, and I kept going. I was close, which surprised me. I had been at it for only a minute or two and I could feel the orgasm building deep in my belly. As I went at myself with gusto I realized the sounds outside had diminished. Oh god, they were listening. But it was too late. The tension was at a peak and I knew it was too late for anything. My foot banged against the door as I came, sending rattling sounds reverberating around the room, and the door shook on its hinges. I came, and came. Oh my god I came. And I didn't stop. I kept abusing my poor sodden cunt until I couldn't stand the sensations anymore. I must have yelled or groaned or something, but I don't remember. Outside my door there was not a sound. Nothing. Could they all have left? And then the outside door opened and a couple of teenagers entered the room. They were quickly hushed to silence and I knew. Oh my god in heaven. They are all still there, waiting. The silence dragged and I knew I had to do something. I got up and smoothed my skirt down over my legs and drooling pussy. I put the panties into my purse, but not all the way. I let part of them hang out the opening. "If you're going to do it, Susan, you might as well do it all the way." I unlatched the door, took a deep breath, and pulled it open -- and stopped dead in shock. They were all just standing there, staring at me. No one said a word, not a sound. A long count of three, another breath, and I began to move. With head down now, I walked quickly to the wash basins and began to wash my shaking hands. I know I was beet red, right down to my breasts. I could feel the heat of it. I was mortified and felt one foot tall. A woman, an older one, stood beside me. I had sort of pinned her there when I had blindly picked this washbowl. As I reached for some paper towels to dry my shaking hands, I heard her inhale – the kind of sound someone makes as they are about to say something. I cringed and pulled my head down into my shoulders, expecting the worst. "I guess you really needed that, Hon," she said, half in question. My head snapped up in surprise and my eyes must have been saucers. She smiled gently and put her hand on my arm. "It's OK, dear. We all have those kinds of moments. I hope you enjoyed it. I certainly did." Her hand squeezed my arm and her smile broadened. "I think we all did." She glanced up and around the room and I dug deep for the courage to follow her gaze. All the other women and girls, except one elderly matron who seemed confused, smiled back at me. The teeny boppers were giggling softly and poking each other. Then someone laughed and it popped the tension -- and released an avalanche of laughter. They all laughed and laughed hysterically, and the teens shrieked with glee. I stood there stupefied, with open mouth, I realized after a moment. Then someone started clapping and the room took off. Thunderous applause and laughter surrounded me, echoing off the walls and making my red ears hurt. I looked into my new friend's eyes and let her see my thanks. I felt tears leak out and run down my cheeks. Impulsively I gave her a kiss on the cheek and mouthed a silent, Thank You. She leaned in to talk in my ear. "You're welcome, young lady. Thank you. By the way, may I have these as a memento? And to prove to my bridge club that this actually happened?" She was touching my soiled panties, partly hidden in my purse. I smiled into her eyes and opened my purse so she could retrieve them. When she had, I took one last look around the room and bolted for the door. I'm not too sure, but I think I ran all the way through the Mall and out to my waiting truck. Once inside, I just sat and shook for long minutes, breathing deeply. Oh god, what a hoot. Then I started the truck, put it in gear, and drove out of the lot and home, one shaken, but satisfied girl. Jenna, thank you for the challenge. I hope this lived up to your expectations. Masturbation Class Kelly examined her watched impatiently against the clock hanging in her cubicle, noting with displeasure that the office clock was four minutes slow. "Hey Kel..." Her boss, Robert, appeared at the opening of her cubicle, carrying a stack of papers, "can you get these on my desk by tomorrow?" Kelly read the clock again with an inward grimace. It was almost time to go; class was in an hour. "Robert, I'm kinda pressed this evening," she smiled, despite her agitation. "See, I have class tonight and..." "Class?" her boss said surprised, stepping into her cubicle, "I didn't know you went to school Kelly, what are you studying?" "Oh, uhm, I'm working on my advertising certificate," she lied, surprised at her quickness. Of course she wasn't studying advertising, but she could hardly tell her boss the truth about her educational pursuits. "Well, then," he smiled, "I guess Jim can do it. I don't want to get in the way of your studies." Then, turning on his way out, he looked thoughtful for a moment. "Kel, you know, we might have an opening in advertising, down the road, for a qualified person," he said with a wink. It was seven minutes after five. "Awesome!" Kelly smiled, pretending to care. "Well, good luck at school tonight," he said on his way out. Grabbing her things, Kelly raced out of the office to the elevator. She wouldn't have time to change, but she could just make it to class if she hurried. In the parking garage, she dumped her stuff in the backseat, and got in, checking herself in the mirror. With the car in gear, she backed out, and pointed it at her destination. With exactly, five minutes to spare, Kelly entered the classroom, and took a seat in the semi-circle of chairs, at the end by the window, next to a heavy-set, handsome gentleman who smiled at her as she sat down. She returned his smile. He was one of only two men present that evening, the rest of the class were women. This was her third class, and she'd discovered that the ratio of men and women usually favored women. "Good evening folks," Jetty Talmot spoke, entering the room, as the murmur died down. "How's everyone tonight?" she asked pleasantly. Taking a seat on the edge of the big mahogany desk in front of the group, she sipped from a bottle of water. The room functioned as a regular college classroom during the day, but one evening a week it was used for masturbation class. "Any questions from last week's class?" Jetty said towards the class, placing the bottle on the desk. Jetty was an older woman, probably in her early fifties, by Kelly's guess. Her dark hair fell to her waist in tresses, and was contrasted by the deep-red, shouldered blouse, and grey skirt that outlined her classic, hourglass figure. Kelly thought she was beautiful. The room was silent, waiting for her to continue. "Great!" she said, standing. "Now, tonight class, we're going to talk about adding some excitement to your masturbatory sessions." Moving to the blackboard, she picked up a chunk of chalk, and wrote the word "Nudity" on the board, underlining it. "Nudity," she said, turning to the class. "Can someone please explain nudity?" The class was silent for a moment before the man next to Kelly raised a hand. "Isn't it the state of being undressed? Naked?" "Exactly Jim," Jetty said. "Nudity is the state of being undressed, naked, no clothes on." "So, class," she continued in a serious tone, "how can we use nudity as an added element of excitement when we masturbate? Any ideas?" "Well..." a petite, blonde-haired woman said from the other end of the semi-circle, "you could be naked in a place where you aren't supposed to be..." "True. Good, that's one way," Jetty answered. "Jim," she smiled, nodding at the man next to Kelly, "could you come up here a moment?" Rising, Jim strode to the desk, turned, and stood in front of the class. "Now, last week, Jim here masturbated for the first time with us," a small applause went up, with congratulations from the semi-circle. Jim flushed a little, and Kelly noticed him fidget. "Jim, will you be my demonstrator?" Jetty said sweetly at him. Jim nodded. Coming around the desk, Jetty stood beside him facing the class. "Would you please take off all of your clothes Jim...everything...socks too...and place them on the desk?" "Yes Jetty," he said...then went about the business of getting naked. Opening his shirt, he removed it and placed it on the desk, then pushed his shoes off, one at a time with his feet. Unzipping his trousers, he pulled them to his knees and bent over, stepping out of them. Folding them neatly, he put them next to his shirt. Then he pulled his socks off, and dropped his boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them. Bending over again, away from the class, he laid everything in a neat pile on the desk, and faced the semi-circle again. Kelly couldn't help noticing the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, just above his rather large penis, which had begun to thicken, as Jim stood naked in front of the group. Apparently, that fact didn't escape Jetty either, as she bent to pick up his clothes, smiling at him. Jim blushed. Crossing the room, she opened a metal cabinet in the corner and placed Jim's clothes carefully on a shelf inside, before closing it, and returning to her spot next to him in front of the semi-circle. "How do you feel Jim?" Jetty asked, touching his shoulder lightly for reassurance. "I, feel...kind of embarrassed." he said sheepishly. "Yes, that's right...embarrassed. Anything else?" Jim was silent for a moment, looking out at the group. Kelly saw his breathing increase as his cock continued to swell between his legs. She felt wet between hers. Glancing through the group, she saw that she wasn't the only one affected. Several of the women appeared to be breathing a little faster. The petite blonde squirmed a bit in her seat, and adjusted her skirt. The other man sat silent, staring attentively at Jim. Jim's chest was flushed pink as his cock reached full mast, pointing at the class. While it was large to begin with, when it was hard, it was huge, Kelley thought, probably twice the size of when it was flaccid. The head of it was swollen slightly purple. Jim's cock throbbed and moved lightly with his heartbeat. His balls hung low between his thighs. "Well," Jim continued, "I feel...excited..." he finished, looking down at himself. "Yes," Jetty, said, punctuating it happily. "You are excited. It's exciting to be the only one, totally nude, and hard in front of a group, isn't it?" "Class, "she said towards the group, "Jim has just discovered an excellent way to add a measure of excitement to your masturbation...being naked in front of a group of clothed people is terribly exciting...just look at him." As Jetty smiled at him, Jim's hand went to his cock, stroking slowly, moving over it, back and forth from the head to the base. "Nice, Jim," she said encouragingly, touching his shoulder again, "stroke yourself...masturbate for everyone..." Kelly felt her wetness soaking through her panties and the insides of her thighs as she stared at Jim, naked, stroking himself in front of everyone. Taking stock around her again, she saw that a dark-haired woman, two seats over already had a hand in the front her jeans, and was rubbing herself, transfixed. The petite blonde on the end absently pulled at a nipple through her shirt. Unable to help herself, Kelley opened the few button on the front of her work slacks, and reached in, fingering herself through her wet panties. Jetty stood, smiling around the class. "Jim," she said sweetly, describe for the class what you're doing please." Jim's eyes were closed; his head was tilted back on his shoulders as he pleasured himself. "I...I'm masturbating..." he said, struggling a bit. "Well, yes...you are Jim, but is there another way to express it...is there another way to say it?" Jetty pressed, still sounding sweet. "Uhm..." Jim said, before his voice trailed off. Kelly saw he was having trouble focusing on Jetty's words. "Could you call it beating off?" Jetty prodded gently. "Yeah," he said, his breath coming shorter, "I'm....beating off..." As Jetty stood before him, she smiled, glancing down at Jim's stroking. "You're beating off Jim," she said low, almost in a whisper, moving closer. "You're beating off; totally naked, right in front of the whole class...they're all looking at you Jim. Everyone's watching you beat your big, fat, cock...right here...in the classroom." Jim gasped, stroking faster. His hand was all over his rigid cock, as he stroked it, pulling it to first to one side, then the other, before stroking fast and hard again. Spreading her legs wider, Kelly entered her hot pussy with her fingers, moving them in and out under her panties...thumbing over her clit at the same time. Scanning quickly over the room, she saw that one woman already had her pants at her ankles, and was rubbing her cunt furiously. The other man in the group had taken his cock out, and was slowly stroking himself, while he alternated between watching Jim, and a pretty redhead beside him who opened her shirt and pulled one heavy, large breast from it....lifting it and rolling it between her fingers. Jim moaned loudly in front of the group. "Class..." Jetty said, facing them. "Do you see how nudity can enhance the masturbatory experience here, both on the parts of the nude person and those watching him?" "For Jim," she went on, "being naked and masturbating in front of you is exciting beyond imagination. He has no way to cover himself. Let's say that someone else walked into this room right now. Jim would have to remain nude, no matter what. He effectively has no control over his situation, and can't help but...beat his dick...while you watch," she finished, with a wink at Jim. "And I see that many of you have perceived Jim's naked helplessness and it has turned you on as well. Several of you are already masturbating," she finished with wink at Jim. Here and there, a few moans arose from the class, as Jim continued beating his cock in front of the group. Spreading his legs wider, he sat back on the edge of the desk and pounded himself hard and fast, moaning loudly. Reaching deep into herself, Kelly watched, and tugged and pulled at her throbbing, clit...rubbing hard circles around it...before sliding her hand into her horny cunt again. Her nipples were stiff nubs under her blouse. "Kelly, can you come up here too please?" Jetty smiled, noticing her. Looking around quickly, Kelly hesitated. Jetty continued to smile at her, waiting. Finally, withdrawing her slick fingers from herself, she stood up and crossed the few paces to the front, standing just to the side of Jim. "Kelly," Jetty used her sweet-voice again, "what do you say we step it up a notch by allowing the class two naked people to look at while they masturbate?" Kelly hesitated again. Watching Jim stroke his cock, fully nude in front of the group was exciting, it made her pussy gush and her clitoris swell and throb...but she'd never been naked in front strangers before. "I guess so..." she said unsure. "Thank you Kelly," Jetty grinned at her, "now please take off all of your clothes, socks too, like Jim, and place them on the desk." With her pussy on fire, Kelly slowly opened her blouse, untucking it from her slacks. Pushing it from her shoulders, she pulled each arm out and removed it, before laying it on the desk, before stepping out of her shoes. Jim watched, fascinated as he slammed his fist over his cock. Since her slacks were already unbuttoned, she pushed them down, over her hips to her knees, then bent over and stepped out of them, placing them on the desk. She removed her socks one at a time, put them on the desk next to her pants and shirt, and straightened, standing in her bra and panties in front of the class. Jetty motioned patiently for her to continue. Kelly could see that almost everyone in the semi-circle was masturbating. Her clit pulled at her. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra, and pulled it away. Her pink-capped breasts tumbled free...her taught nipples pointing at the class. She could feel every eye in the room on her...her aureole swelled with excitement and her pussy poured hot wetness into her panties. Swallowing hard, Kelly grasped the waistband of her panties, and pulled, sliding them down, revealing her shaved slit to everyone in the room. She dropped her panties and stepped out of them, bending over, showing her bare ass, before throwing them, her bra, and shoes on the desk. Turning, she faced Jim, who was pulling hard on his swollen member, gobbling her naked body with his eyes. Retrieving Kelly's bundle of clothes, Jetty put them in the cabinet next to Jim's. Watching Jim, Kelly's clit pulled harder. Sinking her fingers into her soft, wet, box, she tugged at her engorged pussy lips, before jamming three fingers straight up and into herself. The feeling was incredible and indescribable. She'd never felt so naked, so exposed. Never before had she stripped in front of a group of people. She'd masturbated in her two previous classes, and that was exciting, but this was totally different. As the horny rush swelled and washed over her body, she felt like she was on some kind of stage with the spotlight shining on her. She felt brazen. "Oh god..." Jim moaned beside her. Stepping closer, and standing directly in front of him, Kelly spread her pussy lips apart with both hands. "Look," she said like a wanton slut in a peepshow, "look at my pussy..." Rubbing herself, she pulled on her clit, then slapped it...spreading her legs as wide as possible... she spanked at her pussy quickly. The slapping sounds filled the room, mixing with the moans of the students. Jim gawked at her dripping, open cunt. Spitting on his hand, he pistoned his cock with his fist, moaning through gritted teeth. "Oh yeah," breathed heavily, "jeezus fuck...rub your pussy..." Turning to face the class, Kelly sat on the edge of the desk, thigh to thigh, next to Jim. She pinched and pulled at each hardened nipple in turn, while slapping wildly at her horny cunt. The blonde on the end of the semi-circle was now totally naked as well, her clothes in a pile on the floor at her feet. Leaning backwards in her seat, she spread her creamy thighs, and jammed both hands into her snatch. The other man was jacking hard, pants around his knees, as he stared at the redhead. Both of her huge breasts hung free from her open shirt, swinging as she rubbed herself through her pants. Jetty stood behind the desk in front of the chalkboard, smiling at the horny scene. "Oh fuck...fuck..I'm gonna cum..." Jim moaned, loudly, pressing his bare thigh hard into Kelly's. Feeling her own orgasm moments away, Kelly pushed all four fingers of her hand deep into her bald cunt and grabbed it, like a clamp...and shook it. Gobbling Jim's slick cock with her eyes, she pressed her thumb into her clit and made herself cum...hard...moaning and squealing, sliding her naked ass all over the edge of the desk. Jim came, jettisoning thick, white ropes of hot, sticky cum, all over himself, covering his belly and his chest...pumping his cock fast, squeezing it out. As Kelly watched him, another wave of orgasm rocked her...she pressed her fingers hard into herself and squirted...shooting her hot cum-juice far out in front of her, over and over again...moaning and biting into her bottom lip. Just then, the naked blonde came, arching her body in her seat, rubbing her pussy hard and fast. "Oh god..fuck....me..." she yelled, writhing in ecstasy, twisting and turning her body. The other man shot his load on high in the air, some of it hitting the woman in front of him. All over the class, the students were cumming, and moaning, sounding like a Roman orgy, filling the air with the scent of sex and spilling their fluids on themselves, the seats, and each other. As a third wave hit her, Kelly buckled. Squatting quickly, she braced herself on the desk, and squirted on the floor, making a puddle between her open knees. Jim was squeezing the final drops from the tip of his cock, eyes closed, and head back. His entire upper body was soaked with his own cum. Jetty took it all in, smiling. Finally, when the orgasms had subsided, and the room settled down, she glanced at the clock. "Well class," she said, proudly, "that's all the time we have for this session. I hoped you enjoyed the lesson tonight. Remember, used properly, a little nudity can really add to your masturbation enjoyment." The following afternoon, Kelly sat in her cubicle, readying herself to leave. "Knock knock," her boss said, standing outside of the entrance to her cubicle. "How was class?" Kelly smiled. "It was awesome," she said, in a much better mood than the previous day. "Great," he said, stepping out her way as she headed for the elevator. Turning for his office, he spied a small, white card on the floor. Bending over, he picked it up. It must have fallen out of Kelly's things. Flipping the card over in his hand, he read the inscription... Jetty Talmot: Masturbation 101. Come and learn to play...with yourself. Knitting his brow, Kelly's boss shoved the card into his coat pocket and headed for his office to finish up for the day. Masturbation Club Author's note: Upon special request, I have resubmitted this series for your enjoyment. Masturbation Club - Chapter Two By: Thesandman Because of my job, I frequently traveled a lot. I spent a great deal of time in hotels, long lonely nights with very little else to do except go out to the occasional bar, or watch T.V. People with whom I associated with during the day had wives and family's to go home to. Occasionally I was invited out to dinner with some of them, but mostly it was room service and if I was lucky, a soft X-rated porn movie to watch in the privacy of my room. I didn't look for any female companionship, though in some of the places I traveled to, it would have been a very easy thing to do. Too worried about getting busted by some under cover cop, or worse, bringing home some venereal disease to my wife. I could just see me trying to explain that one. I arrived in San Diego for a long, five-day road trip. At least the company I worked for put me up in nice suites during my longer stays. But it didn't make the loneliness any easier. On the first night of my weeklong stay, I spent time entertaining myself at a couple of the local nudie-bars, I had just left one and was standing outside waiting for a bus when I spotted one of those sexually explicit newspaper stands. At least I'd have something to read later. I deposited my coins, taking one of the papers off the top of the stack. About that time, my bus arrived and I headed off to return back to the hotel. After I arrived, I sat down in one of the comfortable wing backed chairs in the sitting room of my suite and poured over the contents of the trashy paper. One article immediately caught my interest however. 'Interested in safe sex? Interested in a fun exciting and stimulating way to have safe sex with total strangers? Try Masturbation Club!' I was interested. And I read further. The advertisement gave a phone number. I had learned only that it was a $20.00 per session adventure. Any other cost's associated with the evening were of course an additional out of pocket expense. I called. I was surprised to hear a woman's voice answer the phone. "Masturbation Services," she said. "Can I help you?" "Ah yeah," I stammered a little self-consciously. "I'm calling about the ad I found in the newspaper." I listened momentarily while she told me a little about the club, and all the things they had to offer. She went on to explain to me that I could buy as many 'adventures' as I wanted. Each adventure was given its own unique password code. Places, times, and the criteria of people would all be pre-arranged by the service. I soon found myself answering all her questions. If I was interested in Men or Women or both for one or more of my adventures. She also asked me the type of women I preferred, though making it clear that by narrowing down my preferred choices, it might make arranging an encounter a little more difficult. As time was of the essence for me, I left it generally pretty wide open. She seemed to be fairly pleased by that information and assured me that for the hundred dollars I was willing to spend, that she was fairly confident that she could line up five separate 'adventures' for me during my stay. I gave her my phone number where I could be contacted, and was told she'd call back as soon as she had one or more of my appointments arranged. I had actually decided to get ready for bed even though it was still fairly early when the phone in my room suddenly rang. "Mr. Edwards?" The voice asked. "Yes? This is David Edwards." "Hi. This is Emily with Masturbation services," she said like it was the most natural thing in the world to say "masturbation" to someone over the phone. Especially when you had no idea who the person was, or even what they looked like. Maybe that made it easier for them I considered while listening. "I have two bookings for you!" she continued. "Already?" "Well, two if you feel up to taking one of them in about an hour," she questioned me. "The other one won't be until the morning, but I can call and cancel...." "No, No! That won't be necessary. I'll take the appointment." "Fine," she said pleasantly. "Your password is Larry, with a G." "Larry? With a G?" I repeated back to her. "Yes. I know it sounds strange. But it works. That way your partner will know that it is you they are there to meet, and that eliminates the possibility of coincidence, stumbling into someone with the same name. Also. IF they ask you for additional confirmation, your code numbers are..." I wrote the numbers down on a slip of paper. Though the numbers remained the same, I would be Robert with a W in the morning for my second adventure. Emily asked me if I had a problem with a husband and wife team. She quickly explained that the husband was basically along to watch and nothing else unless I was ok with allowing anything more. She further explained that I'd be picked up out in front of my hotel by a limousine, promptly at seven a.m., and returned to it as well an hour later. Having agreed to those conditions, Emily then told me of my more immediate appointment. She gave me the address of a nearby bar, which was just around the corner from where I was currently staying. I was to seat myself at the far end of the bar and wait there. "But what if someone's already sitting there?" I questioned. "Everything's already taken care of," Emily replied. "Just go to the far end of the bar on the opposite side of the door as you come in. Sit down, order yourself a drink and wait there." I quickly checked my watch, knowing exactly where it was the bar was located, determined I had just enough time for a very quick shower and a fresh change of clothing. I arrived at five minutes to ten. It took just a moment for my eyes to adjust to the even dimmer light of the interior. There was a middle-aged couple sitting at the bar mid way, and an older gentleman seated at my end as I walked in. Beyond that, no one else was seated at the counter. Though there were several booths and tables, only one other group of people, two couples were seated in one of those, but again, closer to the door than towards the far end of the room where I now headed. I didn't see anyone else except for the bartender who was busily wiping down tables. He looked up as I came in and asked me what I wanted to drink. "Scotch and Soda," I requested. He nodded his head, finished wiping off the table and headed back around behind the bar, where I had just settled myself down. "You must be Larry." I turned around. She must have come from the ladies room, which I only then realized was just down the hall, that, or the phone booths. Perhaps she had been waiting for me, standing inside one of those. I supposed she had purposely placed herself in such a way that she'd be able to see me as I came in. It made sense, something that I would have certainly done had I been in her shoes. "Yes. Larry with a G." She smiled, offering me her hand. She neither offered me a name, nor did I ask her for one. She ordered a drink, which sent the bar tender back down to the far end of the bar in order to make it for her. I had time enough to study her. She had light brown, not quite blondish shoulder length hair. I guessed that she as in her early to mid forty's, and surprisingly quite attractive. I don't know why I had expected far less, certainly not dog meat, but I hadn't expected someone as attractive as she was, standing here next to me. As she turned to accept and pay for her own drink, I looked at her obvious braless clad breasts. She was wearing an expensive cashmere sweater. Two very prominent and very erect nipples were pressing outwards against the fabric. She turned back around, taking a sip of her drink facing me. "Are you hard yet?" she whispered. "Wow. Straight and to the point!" I thought. "No. Not yet, a little nervous I think." "Good," she said with a lusty grin interrupting me from continuing. "I prefer it that way." She moved closer to me, still standing but leaning her ass against the bar stool. The way she stood facing me, it was clearly evident that anyone else sitting in the bar would simply see two people seemingly engaged in conversation. Her hand reached out and began tracing lines and circles around the rapidly growing bulge in my pants. The first thing I thought was, "Shit. Why'd I wear beige slacks for hells sake?" Already a wet-spot was beginning to form around the area where my cock head was straining and pressing against the material. She purposely raked her fingernail over the spot repeatedly, which only increased the wetness and the circle of moisture it was creating. I sat there trying to act as casual as possible, sipping my drink, watching her sipping hers, all the while playing with me the whole time. "Take it out now," she urged. "Let me see it." Still easily shielded from anyone seeing us, I unzipped my fly. I had purposely not worn any underwear and my cock sprang easily, quickly into view. Her only movement was to half sit, half stand on the barstool. I watched as she planted one foot on the running bar. I had noticed she was wearing a very short, black, wrap around skirt. She lifted her leg ever so slightly while simultaneously, I watched her hand slide between the fold of her skirt in front and disappear somewhere beneath. Obviously she hadn't worn any underwear either. "Play with it for me," she instructed. "Squeeze it until you get some pre-cum oozing out of the end of your dick." It certainly didn't take long to accomplish that. I'd been leaking cum juice ever since she'd been teasing me with her finger. I managed to squeeze a nice big droplet of juice out for her. Almost immediately she removed her hand, swiped the droplet off the end of my cock, and immediately replaced her finger back beneath her skirt. "Hmm. Nice and slippery feeling," she purred. "That feels good!" I sat watching her playing with herself for a moment, all the while slowly stroking my own very hard, very erect cock. "Would you like me to do that for a minute?" she asked. "Oh yes!" I near hissed. "I've been dying for you to do that!" "Would you like to see, and even play with one of my titties while I do?" she asked again. But it wasn't necessary to have answered, standing as she was; she lifted up one side of her sweater baring the closest breast facing me. Only the bar tender could have seen her had he been behind the bar. But once again, he was at the far end of the room busing and cleaning off tables. Even the couple sitting at the bar could not have seen what we were doing. And as I quickly glanced at them, they were obviously too involved in their own conversation to be paying much attention to us anyway. Her areolas were incredibly large, light brown in color with incredibly thick tipped nipple's capping each one. I reached up and cupped her breast from beneath and slightly off to one side. Extending my index finger on it as I did so, I was able to reach it, slowly and lightly rubbing that hard little snippet of flesh in a slight circular motion. By this time her hand was playing a melody of erotic tunes on my throbbing shaft. She seemed to particularly like raking her finger nail across and beneath the flanged head of my dick. "Does that feel good?" she asked me "Oh yes baby. That feels really good!" "Does my tit feel good in your hand too?" "Yes. Do you like what my hand is doing to your tit, to your nipple?" I responded back playing along with this naughty erotic conversation we were having. "Oh yes. Very much. I love the way your finger is playing with my nipple. I wish it were playing with my clit exactly the same way," she moaned breathlessly. "Then let me do that to your clit baby. Let me rub it for you a little." Once again she smiled. Reluctantly, she released my cock, and this time sat down fully on the barstool. "Stand up. Move over next to me," she spoke softly indicating where I should stand. Even with my erection clearly sticking a mile out of my pants, I was protected from view by her position in front of me. I stood up, faced her easily slipping my hand up beneath her skirt. She was incredibly wet, my finger easily sliding inside, locating a second later that sweet bit of cunt flesh peeking so sensually at me from inside her slit. I heard her sharp in take of breath, heard her hold it and saw her bite her lower lip as I encircled her clitoris smoothly, lightly with my finger tip. I ran my finger down her wet slippery furrow, then felt her pussy lips sucking at it as I did. "Finger- fuck me!" she mewled. And again, I did so. "Faster!" I don't know how anyone could have not known what was going on now had they been looking at us. My mystery woman was now obviously leaning back, her legs spread obscenely wide, so much so that her skirt parted entirely, and I now could see as well as feel the insides of her pussy lips. "Rub my clit! Rub my clit!" I was sure most everyone had to have heard that. But I was so excited, so incredibly turned on at this point that I could have cared less if they'd all walked over and stood there watching us. I didn't even bother to look up to see if anyone had finally noticed what it was we were doing. I was staring down into one of the most beautiful cunts I had ever seen. There was a thin stripped, closely cropped patch of dark pubic hair just above her split. Her labia were thick, wonderfully full, and now I knew why they seemed to enclose over my fingers as I had run them up and down that gorgeous little groove of hers. A near milky white substance coated her lips, seemingly refreshing itself every time I slipped my finger inside her, and again withdrawing it. Her own feminine pre-cum oozed out of her opening, flowing down between her legs to pool in cum-puddles upon the bar-seat. My little cum-queen incarnate then leaned back fully against the bar, lifted her sweater and began to unabashedly play with her taut swollen nipples. I couldn't help but look up then. The older guy who had been at the end of the bar had obviously left. The couple at the bar and who had not been that far away from us now sat watching the two of us with lust filled eyes. Sheepishly and even a little foolishly, I continued finger-fucking her sweet throbbing pussy. I noticed the two couples that had been sitting together earlier. Both of the men were now actually and fully standing up next to their booth, though they had not made any attempt to approach any closer. One woman had turned in her seat and was now kneeling down hanging over the side of the backrest watching us brazenly, openly, though she made no attempt to move closer to where we were either. Her slow deep rolling moan brought me back to the immediate present. I looked down just in time to see a thin sliver of milky white juice suddenly squirt in an arching spray of orgasmic delight. A second squirt, even more forcefully so, escaped through her tiny slit and splashed against the front of my shirt, drenching it, leaving a splatter of oily like cum beads which ran down the front of my shirt, soaking it. With one hand clasping the bar counter, and the other holding onto the edge of the barstool, she lifted her ass upwards slightly and with one last thrusting hump against my impaled fingers, shook uncontrollably in this position for what seemed like several seconds before finally collapsing back down on the seat. It took her a few more moments to control her breathing once again. I had by this time managed to sit down upon my own bar stool. After all, we still had a very captive audience at this point, and I had been standing there finger-fucking this woman's cunt with my own rock hard cock sticking straight out of my pants for everyone to see. With more than just a little bit of nervousness, I felt my erection slowly begin to dwindle. I began to wonder if this had been a good idea after all, and thought momentarily about making a hasty retreat out of the bar before someone said or did anything that might cause problems. In the next instant however, all thought of that completely disappeared as once again that velvety hand encircled, encompassing my cock, stroking it and arousing it back to its previous state of rock-hard fullness. I heard the woman who was sitting at the bar next to us finally speak, "Make him cum honey. I definitely think it's his turn!" There was some minor snickering, even giggling from the group over in the corner, but again, I really didn't fucking care at this point. The hand that was pumping, flying up and down my shaft was sending tidal waves of extreme pleasure and ecstasy coursing through me. I felt my balls tighten and new that my shower of cum was about to erupt at any moment. "Yes baby!" I heard my companion urging me. "Shoot your cream on my tit's baby. Cover them in your spunk honey!" she actually yelled. Looking up, her big beautiful breasts were still bare. Her sweater was still bunched up above them, and her boobs sat there, wonderfully moving up and down, matching the rhythm of her up and down stroking motions as she jacked off my throbbing cock. It was too much for me. I groaned, loudly. I could have cared less who was watching or what anyone felt except for the incredible sensation as my orgasm exploded deep within my balls. I watched as the first ejaculate of sperm shot off with tremendous force to hit her breasts squarely, covering them in a thick syrupy stream of cum. The second ribbon of flying cum-cream was equally as hard in its intensity as the first. I watched it land somewhere over and above her left shoulder. "Oh my God!" I heard a woman's voice say from behind us. "Did you see that?" She was palming the remaining jettisons of cum, and I watched her capturing my cream in her hand, beginning to rub it upon her bare breasts. I have no idea how long I actually came. But it seemed to go on forever. I was oblivious to my surroundings, and to what was actually taking place at that point. The next thing I knew, the bar tender was once again standing next to us. I heard him place two fresh drinks on the counter. I looked up, he winked, smiled and went about wiping my cum from off the counter top. We somehow managed to collect ourselves, readjusting our clothing though my 'date' acted as though nothing had even happened. I began to babble something about a special 'tip', learning only that she didn't receive payment of any kind including gratuities, which was what kept things basically legal. There were apparently a whole lot of active volunteers that could be reached day or night for one of these Masturbatory Club member encounters. Emily had called her almost immediately after hanging up with me, knowing full well that I would enjoy my appointment completely. And I certainly had. I soon after left the bar, heading back to my hotel room. I wanted desperately to be with her again. But that was another rule that she told me about. No two people would ever, or could ever meet twice. If they were caught, she would never again be called or set up for an appointment with anyone else. Saddened by the fact that I would in all likelihood never see her again, I nevertheless, found myself whistling on my walk back to my room. It was then that I remembered. I needed to leave a very important wake up call for first thing in the morning. I ran. # Masturbation Club - Chapter Two By: Thesandman The alarm on the nightstand went off just moments before the phone rang. I reached over, turned on the light answering it. "Yes?" "Mr. Edwards? This is the wake up call you requested," the female voice said. "Thank you," I replied sleepily, replacing the phone in its cradle. "Wake up call indeed," I thought, rolling out of bed, scratching my groin on the way into the bathroom. Masturbation Club at the Lake Background. Alice held a Slumber Party attended by about 15 Girls. When the orders were delivered on a Saturday morning five of the girls including Alice stayed behind and tried out their toys. As a result they formed a club and this story is of their fifth meeting. Attention censors--The characters have not grown younger so they are all well over 18. ====================================== The previous story ended as follows. ------------------------------------ As we walked home Lana and I calmly discussed where all this was going. We agreed that we would work hard not to let the situation escalate. We did have families and reputations. We decided that she and I and possibly Jan could 'spin off' if need be and go our own way. I asked also. "Hey Lana, what was with the BJ you were giving my fingers." "Nothing I guess. I love giving oral and I guess for a moment I was trying to make your fingers cum." I invited Lana in but she declined saying that she felt the need for a real cock in her pussy about now. Since I felt the same way we kissed goodnight and watched other to our respective doors. So ended week five. PS-- My real cock felt very good. Since the club was started I would feed Brad tid-bits of my activities when I needed to push him and his beautiful cock to new heights of passion and maximum output. (If you catch my drift.) ====================================== THE WEEKEND. After much discussion and some ground rules having been established we finally climbed into Gail's oversized SUV for the two hour trip to the cabin. It was Friday about noon we all having voted for the extra day. I didn't really become a reality to me until we arrived at the secluded cabin. We were six for the weekend our newest member, Ann, having been invited to all our joy. She was about 50 but was a very sexy lady with a mischievous manner about her. The cabin was obviously first class but was designed to be a guys hunting and fishing hide a way. It basically was one big room plus an oversized bathroom. There were six single beds plus two hide a beds. We each brought food which we deposited in the kitchen and our carryall which we tossed on which ever bed we claimed. We didn't bring much clothing as I planned to spend most of the weekend naked. Gail had several cartons. One she said was reserved to be opened Saturday afternoon. Another she opened and spread out the new items. There were three of each. We read the package teasers and they read as follows. 1. 7th Heaven Vibe We call this one 7th heaven for a reason. Powerful probe with silicone sleeve with clitoral tickler. It has 7 levels of vibration, pulsation and escalation Plug-in jack for charging or extra power. Glow in the dark one touch activation. 2. Back by popular demand. Experience Flipper's multi-speed, vibrating jelly covered bullet. The beak-like snout will give you wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. 3. Mr. Dependable. A 7" long, thick jelly dong with suction cup on base. No batteries, no wires. Pitch your rubber ducky and make Mr. Dependable your favorite bath time toy. There was also larger box which we were informed that contained a strap on harness and several attachments and a 'double ender' with a vibrator on both ends no less. We all looked at Alice as Gail asked. "What's with the lesbian stuff? "I know that. But these two things don't require skin to skin contact. I brought them along strictly for anyone who might be interested." "OK. You're off that hook." Said I. "But what's in the big box?" "That's something that I know you will all love. But it's for a grand finale tomorrow." "I also brought something else." With that she opened a bag and spilled out several bottles and tubes of exotic lotions and ointments. As my mind began to seriously consider the various possibilities this collection of toys, lotions and ointments, and sexy females allowed for I was a mass of horny sensations. I looked around at the others and I could see a couple of far off stares and knew that I was not alone in my feelings. At that moment I knew that this was going to become a weekend to remember. We spent about 15 minutes getting everything in order and then drinks in hand set about exploring the property. Apparently Gail's Grandfather In Law had owned this property as part of a large dairy farm. After a flood control dam was built and a lake created it left him with a large and valuable Lake front property. Over the years when he felt the need for funds he sold off a piece. Fortunately his earnings had been well invested. So when he still owned thirty or so acres he split that into three. He kept one piece and gave his only grandson and his only granddaughter each a piece. One grandson was Gail's husband Gerry who had built this cabin near the water. There were about eight acres of trees surrounding the cabin. Obviously it made for almost total privacy. There were two boats plus a Jacuzzi which was enclosed inside of a large Gazebo build near the water. There was also a tennis court and areas set aside for various outside sports. The lake bottom was sandy and made a large water play area and a sandy beach for sunning ones self. As we took the tour we began to know our newest member. She soon told of having belonged to a similar club several years before while a Navy Wife. She explained that it helped keep the girls marriage vows intact while their husbands were at sea. (See Navy Wives Club) The tour convinced us all of the total privacy offered by the location and soon we were all naked. We grabbed towels and headed for the water. As might be expected this group of horny women with a history of intimacy the swim session soon developed into frolic. Also as might be expected the frolic was used as an excuse to explore the bodies of others in the group. Ann was immediately involved and gave as good as she got. I could attest to the fact that her body was as well constructed as the best of us. After about fifteen minutes Janet said to us all. You guys can stay if you want but I intend to go back and try out some of the new goodies. With that she picked up her towel and began drying herself as she walked to the cabin. Within a minute or so we were all following. I looked over the display and was immediately attracted to a bottle labeled 'Passion Fruit - an edible and warming body massage lotion. A message on the package said. "You and your partner will enjoy trying to hold on to the other's slippery body parts as you and they are warmed by the lotion." That did it for me. I opened the bottle and immediately coated each breast with the oil. It began warming them right away and my nipples got most of the heat. I tried pinching my nipples and the oil was so slippery that I couldn't get a good grip. Next I massaged some into my mons and then between it's lips. Again the effect was almost immediate. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed the sensation and I was caught by surprise as I heard. "May I try that? From the look on your face it must be pretty good." I thought I recognized the voice as Ann's but I didn't open my eyes but simply held out the bottle for her to enjoy. After a few minutes I again heard the voice say. "Now I see why the expression on your face. This stuff is wonderful." I opened my eyes and sure enough it was Ann standing about a foot away with a far away exotic look on her face. She was trying to grip a nipple with her left hand and her right was massaging her slit with three fingers. "I think that you're about to come in just about a minute." I said to Ann. She just nodded and kept going and I continued to watch. Sure enough in just about a minute her body began to tremble. She seemed unable to support herself and she glanced around seeking support. Janet was directly in back of her and obviously in a similar state. They backed up to each other and gave support to the other as they each came to their own mutual but separate orgasm. It was a beautiful sight. They finished and I was calm enough to select a toy from those available. I chose 'Flipper'. He looked like a fun toy. Just for added interest after I checked the batteries I lathered him liberally with lotion. He slipped into me without effort and brought a warmth to my cunt that I had never felt before. I turned him on full and had to fight to keep myself from an instant orgasm. His snout was producing extra special sensations to my clit and the lotion had both clit and cunt nicely heated. About then I detected a whiff of my favorite perfume. The scent of female arousal. As I let that enter my conscious mind I also began to hear the sound of vibrators buzzing and of little moans and other orgasm sounds. I looked around and there were five other females in various states of pre orgasm, orgasm or post orgasm enjoyment. It was a beautiful sight that would, if photographed would be an instant best seller. It was enough to overcome my resistance. I gave my body permission to orgasm and it instantly responded. And a wonderful response it was. Right up there ranking high where so many had been since we started this club. CLAP-CLAP - I heard the sound come from somewhere. "OK ladies. That's enough for now. It's supper time." It was Gail speaking. Eventually were got our minds on supper and we milled around and carried on some as we put together something which resembled supper. After supper it was still light but getting cooler as we sat around the Jacuzzi which was near the water and inside of a nicely sized Gazebo. We were all still naked now being warmed by heat the hot water emitted. Gail read the temperature. "104 she said. Perfect. Who is going to join me and we'll check out the jets." She entered slowly letting her body adjust to the temperature of the water. I followed and was soon settled in enjoying the heat and the pulsing water and the closeness of the five other bodies. Soon there was a lot of sexual activity going on which was concealed by the bubbles and the darkening sky. For example I had my left hand on Lana's thigh and my right on Janet's and each of them had a hand on me. Ann was to Janets right and Alice was to Lana's left and Gail was in between Ann and Alice. Gail looked as if something was tickling her clit. I was not sure if it was a water jet, her fingers, her neighbors finger or some combination. Actually I really didn't care. Earlier I had heard Janet ask Ann if she would partner with her if the double dildo and the strap on were brought out. Ann had agreed but commented that maybe they might want to experiment with more than one partner. "Interesting." I thought and for the moment I was struck with disappointment at the fact that I did not have a sister to share my love with. At that moment Ann looked at me and saw that I had heard the her last comment and gave me a wink. I winked back and it occurred to me that maybe we had entered into a contract. A tremor passed through me as thoughts flashed by in my mind of the types of possible encounters between us girls. I recalled some subtle but real exchanges and that produced mental images that were exciting to say the least. I have to admit that over the last several weeks that my lesbian hormones which I thought had petered out from lack of fulfillment were beginning to demand attention again. The thought of a direct sexual encounter with any of the various girls present was very exciting to me. The three of the most interest at that moment were of course Lana and Jan and as of today Ann. Suddenly Jan squeezed my thigh and I looked to my left to see what was happening and I saw Jan's face take of a slight blush and her eyes become slightly glazed. "Something's happening to her pussy." I said to myself. I had seen her face take on that exact look many times during our masturbation sessions. It was a face of a lady in orgasm. I looked beyond her at Ann who again winked at me. I knew that it was she who was doing pleasurable things to Jan their activity hidden by the bubbles. About then I heard another familiar sound and I knew that Alice was also having an orgasm. I looked and sure enough her body was moving as if she was fucking one of the water bubble jets. A few minutes later Lana apparently got into the same rhythm and she came also but less obviously than Alice. I knew because I could feel her bodies react through my hand. I began to gently squeeze her thigh in time with her bodies reaction. The timer picked that moment to turn off the bubble maker and everyone took that as a sign that it was time to go inside. We were soon drying ourselves as we quietly and chastely walked to the house. It was cool and we all quickly found need of some kind of a warming garment. Janet had brought some Fish House Punch which always broke down any tendency toward shyness and soon we had each picked out a new toy to evaluate. This time I felt the need for a good fuck and I grabbed Mr. Dependable. There were two of each toy and Jan took the second MR. Dependable. She laid back on the floor and began doing herself with long but slow strokes. I was anxious for a better view and I took mine over and used the suction cup base to stick it to the floor directly in front of Jan. I kneeled over it bent forward with one hand supporting me and the other holding my precious dildo. I aimed it at my cunt and they found each other. I then slowly lowered myself until it slid easily deep inside of me. How good it felt. Hard. Very hard. I leaned forward and repositioned myself until it would touch my clit on every stroke. Then I was fucking it. I was fucking it hard until my first orgasm overwhelmed me. Then I allowed myself to relax and to do what I had moved to this particular spot to do. I wanted to watch Jan close up. I wanted to watch her toy slide in and then slide back out glistening with her juices. Meanwhile I began to hear and smell the eroticism of six horny broads who were satisfying themselves to their hearts content. As usual if one could capture, preserve, and market that scent it would sell for hundreds per ounce. I was close enough that I could see each little ripple of the skin and fold of Jan's pussy as her dildo slid in and our of her juicy cunt. I could smell her juices and my own movements on my dildo speeded up. I humped it and each time it filled me I felt each of it's ridges and valleys. My cunt was gripping it so tight I was concerned that the suction cup would let go before I exploded into orgasm. But it did hold and I did explode into orgasm. It was marvelous to watch Jan's body react as she watched my orgasm. I saw the twitches and the little contractions increase and her juices leak around her dildo. Then her ass started to lift from the floor. Just a little at first. Then with increasing frequency and each time a bit higher. From around the room I could hear the squishing of pleasure instruments sliding in and out of sopping wet pussies. I could hear from a couple in addition the thump of a hand meeting crotch as the stroke bottomed. I could hear the little moans and gasps of pleasure and on occasion the uh-uh-uh as an orgasm struck with it's indescribable pleasure. I could smell too, smell the odor that I loved more than the odor of any food, the odor of a female body in lust. Somehow my face had found it's way between Jan's knees. I noticed the nearness and began to kiss the inside of her left knee as she approached her orgasm. Then it penetrated my dull senses what I was doing and how close I was to licking her pussy. That sent me back off into my own world of orgasm after which I was finished for the night. Later I found my way into one of the beds and later still I awoke in near total darkness to feel myself being covered with a light blanket. Someone, I think that it was Ann, blew gently into my ear and whispered. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow." I had what a man would call a 'wet dream' when I awoke I was soaking wet as was my sheet even though I had no cum to ejaculate. Then I settled down to awake with quiet chatter all around and the smell of a cooking breakfast in the air. I did my morning ablutions and finished with a shower and joined the group at the buffet set up on the kitchen counter. After about 15 minutes of idle chapter Gail wrapped a glass with her spoon for attention and said. "First I want to thank everyone for the wonderful day I had yesterday and last night. If anyone didn't suffer a whole bunch of great orgasms it's 'shame on them'." We all applauded and she went on. "I propose that we use the morning to let our pussies recover and to tour the lake. Perhaps if you have not already it will also provided a chance to choose partners for the double stuff should you decide to open that box. Or maybe I should say 'Open your box for that' ha-ha. "How about a tour, then lunch, then swim and jacuzzi then sex at about 3:00 PM?" We all signaled our approval and began cleaning up. Soon we were touring the lake in the 22 foot pontoon boat which had been tied to the dock. We toured the lake for about 2 hours stopping to gas up and pick up some cold drinks. Then Gail found her way to a cove almost hidden by two small islands. She beached the boat and then told us why she had stopped there. "The whole bottom is sandy and it's only waist high most places. It's a great spot to skinny dip." "It's a great place for sex too." Those words came from Ann. "I've been here before, long ago. We were with another couple and we anchored our house boat her. We had a great time, all of us." "More, more." Several of us cried out together. "No. I've pretty much said all I plan to say except that everyone pretty much enjoyed everyone else before the trip ended." (See NAVY WIVES CLUB CHANGE'S COURSE.) Ann refused to say more and soon we were all naked and frolicking in the water. We were copping feels and wrestling with each other even more than usual. There were several erotic moments. One for example came when Gail and I started some horse play which ended with her behind me and holding my boobs, one in each hand. I simply relaxed and we sank down under the water where our bodies were concealed. Gail continued to play with my nipples which grew hard as she blew in my ear. I reached behind me between our bodies and began to finger Gail's clit. Hard to tell where that would have gone until Ann and Alice attacked us. Ann whispered her apology saying that she thought that we were becoming too obvious and that Alice seemed like she might be upset with us. Soon after we got back aboard and cruised slowly back to the dock with me wondering just what might happen later if we did break out what might be thought of as Lesbian toys. I also considered how far in that direction I was willing to go today. Actually I already knew 'how far' if it came to that. What I was really wondering was 'with whom' it would be. I was pretty sure that it would not be Alice. But insofar as the other three were concerned I would happily 'be with' any or all. We made ourselves a delicious lunch and then partook of the Jacuzzi which this time seemed to make us all sleepy. At least it did me. I curled up on my bed with a light blanket and napped for about two hours. I guess I was building a reserve for what ever was to come. I awoke slowly and I found myself wet and horny and ready for whatever might develop. While still in that half awake stage I heard various remarks and light laughter. Various erotic pictures of what might be going on flashed through my muddled brain. That only increased the wetness and my horny state. When I was fully awake I found that I was in the midst of what might be called orgy preparations. There was punch made. There were toys laid out neatly. The double ender and the strap-on were absent but there was something new. Masturbation Club at the Lake It took a minute to figure out what it was. When I finally figured out what it was a thrill shot through me almost causing an instant orgasm. I walked over to it and carefully inspected it and found it to be exactly what I thought it was. I looked at Alice and said. "I don't care how much it costs, order me one." What it was might be described as a English Saddle. It was mounted on four legs. It was equipped with a very erect and about a third of the way back at a slight backward angle. It had what might be called handlebars and attached to them a control box. I didn't know it then but there was also a remote control which would give someone else control as you rode. Alice first demonstrated the various vibration speeds. The she made it rotate in several different patterns. Then last but not least she made it thrust. It had three different thrust patterns. Finally she showed us that there were six different choices of penis attachments. Needless to say we all walked around it and touched and felt and played with the control and made all sorts of bawdy remarks. Meanwhile each of us was putting our name in contention to be first. We learned that this was the first model and was called Mark 1. It would soon be obsolete and was not for sale. Mark 2 was to have the capability to fuck from different angles and imitate doggie style or missionary style. They were working on an ejaculation ability. Price to be announced. We all speculated as to what we thought the price would be. We all also made outrageous statements as to how much we would pay for it. Alice then offered up the info that the whispered price being bandied around among the sales staff was $995. We all agreed that it seemed like about the right price and then I think we all began calculating in our own minds how we could afford one. The only one of us rich enough to afford one at this moment was obviously Gail. We all looked at Gail as she said. "If the Mark 2 will come order me one. I'll allow the club to use him as long as Mark lives at my house." "OK." Said Alice. "Any volunteers for the first ride." We all volunteered. Then Gail produced a deck of playing cards. "How about we draw? High card or low card first?" We agreed on the obvious. The high card. I drew a Jack of clubs which placed me second behind Lana. Then it was decided that since the machine was obviously brand new and untried that Alice, having supplied it, deserved to take it's virginity. In that same vain we elected Gail to have 'sloppy seconds' a position she happily accepted. Alice walked over to examine the attachments and quickly close one that she said closely matched her husband in size and shape. Alice attached it to the machine and watched and felt the penis with her hand as she ran the controls through their full range of options. By then I could see fluid running down her thigh. That got me hot and I headed to the other table to find my friend from yesterday. Mr. Dependable. I was just beginning to let him begin to probe my cunt when Alice carefully positioned herself on the saddle. She wiggled around as she tried various settings. From my perspective I could not tell exactly what actions that she was trying. To be honest since I was enjoying the ministrations of Mr. Dependable who was now deep inside of me and producing very erotic sensations I really wasn't much interested. I was well on my way to my first orgasm of the session when Ann and Lana and Jan lay down near me. Gail meanwhile was close to Alice studying what was going on and casually masturbating herself with her fingers as she did. Alice seemed to be proceeding slowly and she and Gail were paying little attention to us when Ann began to speak. "This is a great weekend. Years ago I belonged to a club of Navy Wives. That was before vibrators but we had loads of fun together. My husband and I and another couple spent almost three days on a houseboat on this very lake and most of it in that same cove we were at this morning." She continued. "The guys masturbated with us at first. Soon we got past masturbation and tried all the various combinations of two, three and four that we could dream up. I still get wet when something reminds me of it." I felt the need to clarify her statement. "Do you mean that you swapped?" "Yes." "Do you mean that you and the other wife did the lesbian stuff?" "Yes." "Do you mean that you made threesomes?" "Yes." "How about the guys. Did they do each other?" "Yes. But under slight duress. We made them do oral together before we girls would perform for them. They didn't argue much. It was fun to watch." By then, between Ann's story and humping the dildo I was in the midst of a series of smaller orgasms which I've heard described as 'rolling orgasms'. Jan popped in to the conversation saying. "Ann and I are both bi. In my case only with her. But we'd love for you two to join us." Just then Jan had to stop as her pelvis began to jerk in that familiar ritual of her orgasm. It was a beautiful sight and I was very turned on by her suggestion. "I'm game." I managed to mutter in between comings. "But not today." "Me toooooooooo." said Lana. But it was soft and hard to hear as she was coming as she said it. "Time!" shouted Gail. Interrupting us. "Your ten minutes is up Alice dear. My turn." I watched as Alice separated herself from the machine. She needed a little help and it was obvious that the machine had fucked her thoroughly and well. I could hardly wait. Lesbianism was something to think about next week. Today was reserved for my session with Mark. Now Gail stepped over to Mark and made ready to mount him. First though she bent and sniffed at the dildo that Alice had been using and smiled. It was still fully extended but was turned off. Mark was about chair height or maybe a little higher the extending across the front. Gail stepped over the saddle and positioned herself over the still extended dildo which was still wet with Alice's juices. She slowly lowered herself wiggling her butt while taking the dildo deep into her cunt until she was firmly seated in the saddle. It was so exciting to watch that my own juices were running down my crack. Gail took the control in her hand and made a selection. I could hear a slight buzz as apparently her first selection had to do with the vibrators. She soon bent her head back showing her obvious enjoyment of whatever sensation she had programmed into Mark. After a few minutes she made a change I'm not sure what but this time she let it do it's thing until she came. She repeated that pattern several times. First making a change and then savoring it until she came. Finally she got to the control that made the dildo stroke in and out of her. It was obvious that this was happening as she got into the rhythm with it just as if she were being fucked for real. It was obvious too that it was giving her great joy. She came quickly and then adjusted the control I assumed for a faster stroke. After three or more orgasms someone called time and it was Lana's turn. By now the dildo and the saddle were sopping wet and Lana picked another dildo and wiped the saddle before beginning. Like Alice she retracted it and started from there. Meanwhile I washed Mr. Dependable and then peed and cleaned myself up as I awaited my turn. As I reentered the room Alice and Gail were walking toward the Jacuzzi holding hands. I had an idea that they would spend the night in the same bed. Lana was adjusting the control as I moved closer to her. She was humping back and forth over the dildo which seemingly was making it's longest strokes and at near maximum speed. Lana seemed to be in continuous orgasm. Her head was back and her eyes glazed and her mouth hanging open through which she was gasping. Her eyes came around to me and my presence registered. "Join me Barb. Please. There's room behind me." There was room behind her and I climbed aboard. I was tight against her with my rock hard nipples boring holes in her back. I could feel the interaction between Lana and the stroking dildo. It was all very erotic. I first placed my hands on her waist but that didn't seem close enough. Then I wrapped my arms around her interlocking them at about belly button height. Lana removed her hands from the handlebars and took my hands in hers and placed my hands one on each breast. Then she took the handlebars again and left my hands where they were. I couldn't help but begin to pinch her nipples but before I got carried away time was called. Now it was my turn. Jan and Ann helped Lana off and I did much as Gail had done. I simply impaled myself with the dildo and began to check out the controls. The controls were clearly marked so I first turned on the vibrators. There were three in the dildo. One at the base, one in the middle and one in the tip. I turned them on one at a time and ran each through it's entire speed range. Each of course produced it's own sensation and each at high speed brought me close to orgasm before I shut it down. Then I got brazen and turned all three on together at maximum speed. That produced an immediate orgasm which continued until I turned them back off. Even then my orgasm continued for another full minute or so. I didn't have much interest in the rotating programs so I turned next to the thrusting control. By then juices were flooding from me and the dildo felt wonderful inside of me as I adjusted the stroke for it fullest length but kept the speed slow. Just as I had watched the other's do I couldn't help but make my pelvis move Soon it was moving in long slow ellipsis which produced the maximum sensations. As I squeezed it along the entire length of my womanhood I produced sensations which I had seldom felt before. It was a totally enjoyable experience and one which I wanted to continue forever. No quick orgasm here. I wanted to gallop off into the sunset with my cunt riding this instrument of pleasure. But that was not to be. My time was limited and I soon turned up the speed and rode my new found lover to several glorious orgasms. ============================ Well my friends I will stop here--This will end the Masturbation Club series--You can imaging the weekend and you can imagine where this group will go from here. Imagine if you will riding Mark with another hand on the control. If I write again under this byline it will be these same characters but in a new relationship. Masturbation Club - Spin Off ============================== To those familiar with the Masturbation Club Series you will know how these ladies happened to get together. To the others of you this story will stand alone. Meanwhile guys, no oversize dickeys or tits or anal and/or BSDM. We are all 18+. ============================== There were six girls in that club whose names were Barb (me), Alice, Gail, Jan, Lana and Ann. Jan and Ann were sisters. Well actually they were more than sisters but that has very little to do with this story. It is it's own story. We are all members of a ladies masturbation club which had started off a short time ago with five members. Ann had been the sixth member and just last week two more had been recruited. They have accepted but had not attended as yet. That club meets once a week. Two members, Alice and Gail had taken to having private meetings. We four, Ann, Lana, Jan and me (Barb) have also taken to our own private meetings. This is the story of the first meeting of we four. It was a Saturday afternoon in September. The guys and the kids were off to the State Fair. We sat around in Ann's newly acquired Jacuzzi and playing toe games and sipping Gin Fizzes. The purpose was to decide if we four should break away and set up a separate club. We had all become aquatinted with Literotica over the last couple of months. This after Ann meanwhile had written two accounts of her Navy Wives Club experiences. I had read them both the previous day and they had made me very, very, horny. "Can I be honest girls?" I asked. "I see a lesbian component developing here. Jan and Ann in spite of being sisters have apparently done it together, I have had some kind of a little bi play with each of you. To my great pleasure I might add. So?" "Are you saying that you want to turn this into a bi sexual girls club?" Asked Lana. "Or are you simply saying that you are ready for a girl on girl relationship with one or all of us. Which by the way I am. Ready that is." "If I may." Said Ann. "Having been there in almost this exact situation let me make a suggestion. Let's agree that between us four there will be no secrets and no animosity regarding sexual activity. "That does not mean that you can't say no." Ann continued. We had a group of four. My late husband and another couple and it worked very well. A few times we were joined by one or two other couples. We were all members of the Navy Wives club which started as a Masturbation club. They had formed their own foursome but the girls were part of our girls club. The only thing that was verboten was anal which was no problem for any of us. Oral pleasures were probably the most common act but by no means our only activity. Except for a period when some of us were off the pill." "Tell us more." this from Lana. "No never mind that's for some other time." Jan interrupted to say "No. Now that we have started to talk let's continue. Me? Yes I've made love with Ann. I would love to go further down that road with both you and Barb. So there, that's where I stand." It was time for my two cents worth so I spoke up. "OK here's my position. First I do want to keep the masturbation club going. I love it and get horny every time I think of it. "While we've been diddling ourselves I have had some limited contacts with other members. Each was an erotic addition to the action. Each was a lovely experience and I loved every minute. I hope that will continue. "I also would love it if we four get together on occasion to masturbate and to see if anything else develops. I doubt that there is anything that might be offered by anyone here that is too far out for me to seriously consider." "What about spouses?" This from Jan. "Me? I'd let any of the spouses have a piece of me." Offered Lana. "Slow down girls." Cautioned Ann. "Let's take it one step at a time. How about we set up a loose schedule to meet here. Like Gail I can set us up this room. It has and outside door and it will be for us four for whatever sexual use any of us four have need of it. Exception being if Bill and I are having a party. To which you all will most likely will already have been invited. So the agreement was struck. Ann would give us each a key. Later after we went into the house and Ann said. "There's something else I want to show you. Bill suggested and then built it. It's almost finished so everyone get naked and follow me." What she had was a huge shower much like Gail's but not nearly as expensive. But there were four shower heads and plenty of soap and hot water. Who could resist. Soon were all in and passing the soap around and soaping any body part that came close. It was very arousing. "Then Ann made another suggestion. "Since we seem to all be in agreement how about we each thoroughly kiss the others before we quit the shower. I needed no second invitation. I turned to my right as Ann who was in that place turned to her left. We pressed our wet slippery bodies together and kissed open mouthed with tongues and wandering hands. All to soon we broke apart and I turned to my left to find Jan. She like me was trembling in excitement as she pulled me tightly against her. Lana had left her in a high state of arousal. As we kissed and moved our wet bodies against each other she forced her hand between our bodies. Forced is much to strong a word as the instant I discerned her intention my body pulled away from her's. Almost instantly her two longest fingers were inside my cunt and her thumb was doing exciting things to my clit. I heard movement behind me. I sensed rather than saw Lana and Ann holding each other and kissing as they stepped out into the big room beyond. I had no doubt that I would find them each with their head between the other's legs when I left the shower. Meanwhile I was rapidly approaching my own orgasm. By then I was doing my best to do to Jan as she was doing so well to me. At that moment the idea of heads between legs suddenly seemed like a great idea. After that thought there was no doubt that Janet and I were going to do the big 'IT' and do it very soon now. I turned off the water. We grabbed a couple of towels and exited. Then we fell onto a double wide lounge that was close by. Ann and Lana were a tangle of arms and legs and were totally engaged with each other. Jan and I were soon in a similar state. My left thigh was under her waist. The front of her upper right thigh was tight against my pussy. My right thigh was similarly positioned against her wetness and my right leg was around Jan's back with my heel against her waist. We were kissing and tonguing and sucking lips and ears and enjoying every second of it. We each started to hump our pussy against the thigh of the other and it was not too long until we had each other close to orgasm. We were riding each others thigh and our pussies were sprewing juices and making the other's thigh slick. Little by little we were riding higher and higher on the others thigh and our crotches were coming closer and closer. Then I noticed that somehow we had turned sideways and my sopping wet pussy was on Jan's inner thigh and not the top of her thigh. Now Jan's pussy was starting to lightly touch mine as we each stroked the other's inner thigh. Then it hit me. We were almost scissors fucking. At least that's what it was called in a porno flick I had seen, There two girls with their legs in between the other's much as ours were rubbing their wide open pussy flat against the other's wide open pussy as they gyrated each other to orgasm. Interestingly enough I had at the time been so totally excited by the image that I watched it several times masturbating to it each time. Then the rented video had been returned and I had somehow forgotten it until now. Now I wanted to experience that which had so excited me. I deliberately moved my body toward that objective. Jan was at first puzzled and then she quickly understood and her efforts began to coordinate with mine. Then it happened. Each of our pussies flattened out against the others and my pussy could feel every detail of her pussy. Our juices mingled as we rode each other and held each other with hands and wrists interlocked. We laughed in our passion as our bodies made weird sucking sounds as our cunts compressed together and then released. It was a sensation that I had never experienced. Jan began to orgasm almost immediately. I could feel her cunt's reverberations through my pussy. My body couldn't help but follow her's as it came too. It was exciting and different but it took a lot of effort to maintain that position. We became exhausted quickly. Janet stopped and placed a hand on each side of my head and positioned her lips an inch or so from mine. Then she spoke. "I want my tongue in your pussy when you come next. Please?" I nodded and we untangled ourselves and turned around until we were in the traditional sixty nine position. As we were doing that I looked around for Ann and Lana. They too were in the throes of lesbian passion, each on their sides, each with their head between the others thighs. I could see lots of movement from both of them. Mostly it was crotch against the others face. There was lots of squishing and moans of excitement and endearing words. This was rapidly developing into an afternoon to be long remembered by all of us. I was nearly into position when I felt Jan's head wiggle it's way between my thighs and I felt her tongue begin lapping my pussy. Then she sucked my clit along with the surrounding softness into her mouth and began rapidly tonguing it. I came from that almost instantly. I began to do to Jan whatever she was doing to me. I let her lead and I became a good follower. She apparently did those things to me that she liked having done to her. Each change of position or activity produced almost immediate orgasm in Jan and for the most part one in me also. Suddenly I was startled with a voice saying. "Break it up you two. Come on not we have something that we want to try." As Jan and I separated Ann and Lana began to push Jan and I here and there into different positions. Still being in my erotic daze I didn't try to make sense of it but went along for the ride. What a ride it turned out to be. Then before I realized what was happening it was happening. I found Ann's head between my thighs and mine between those of Lana. Lana was happily lapping Jan who in turn was pleasuring Ann. What a sight and sound and of course erotic odor came from us four on that bed. As we performed our first ever DAISY CHAIN. I should have said Female Daisy Chain. There are such things as a Male Daisy Chain and also Mixed Sex Daisy Chain as I was to find out before many weeks went by. As I enjoyed the inevitable orgasms it occurred to me that a line had been crossed. It also occurred to me that I could never cross back to the other side. That evening my darling husband enjoyed the heightened sexuality resulting from my earlier activities. I enjoyed his quick and frequent orgasms and copious amount of cum he was producing as I spun him this tale. Mid-afternoon of our next meeting day I received a call from Gail. "Make sure your pussy is ready for a real workout tonight. Mark II arrived today and he's a beauty. He will give it to you Missionary style, doggy style, or you on top and he will come on command. Prepare yourself." An that folks is another story. Masturbation Club: The Seminar Author's note: Though this isn't a continuation of "The Masturbation Club" series I did quite some time ago, it does include the same characters as first introduced in that series. I hope you still enjoy this stand-alone story. # David and Nancy had been looking forward to the annual workshop for months now. Once a year the official membership of 'The Masturbation Club', got together with specific workshops designed for the general public. Notices had been sent out for those who had participated as clients as well as for those who might have heard, but who had not as yet participated in the club. David himself had been asked to serve as an instructor along with Jackie in the oral workshop as he'd already been voted as being the best male expert in that particular area, as had been Jackie his female counterpart. The schedule of classes and events were designed to allow everyone in attendance to participate in the vast majority of them over a weeklong course. And even though David felt like many of them wouldn't necessarily help him, or teach him anything new, he like many others still enjoyed the experience if for nothing else than the simple thrill and excitement of participating. He was also pleased that he'd been on the committee for selecting a site and in helping to make the necessary arrangements and accommodations for what had now been confirmed as well over a hundred active participants. With the help of some well-to-do friends and contacts, David had secured a fairly exclusive lodge a short distance away from Park City Utah, that would ensure their privacy as well as provide everyone with the kind of atmosphere conducive for letting down one's inhibitions. Especially for those who would be attending for the very first time, and who had no real concept of what they might expect from such an exciting seminar as this one always was. For the actual members themselves, David had procured each of them a luxurious suite above those available for those who'd be arriving as invited guests. He was also looking forward to the first two days of the seminar, before it actually began when he along with the rest of the designated instructors and members would have a chance to go over last minute details, scheduling, as well as enjoying a first night cocktail party that kicked the week-long festivities off, promising as always to be one wild affair. Another thing that both David as well as Nancy were looking forward to, was in reestablishing friendships and acquaintances with so many members of the club whom they had not seen in quite some time now. "You did say that John and Amy would be here?" Nancy had asked him excitedly as she finished unpacking already laying out her elegant evening gown for the formal cocktail party that evening. David had already seen the 'confirmations list' and assured her they would be. Aside for a very few handful of actual members, well over ninety percent would in fact be in attendance. And for those who David actually knew well, all of them would be, making it even more exciting for he and Nancy as they both looked forward to spending some intimate time with their closest of friends. "Yes, I saw their names on the confirmed list," he assured her, seeing her smile knowing full-well that Nancy was already reminiscing about John's humongous prick. Although the cocktail party would indeed be a formal affair, Nancy knew better than to worry about wearing much beneath her dress, as by the end of the evening, she along with everyone else would be dancing naked together as part of the festivities. Even after that, everyone would wear very little beyond custom made robes designed and created for each of the participants in attendance. And only so to allow them to shuffle back and forth between buildings, or their lodgings for those who felt uncomfortable walking around in the nude all day, though there would still be many who would do so. Even the pool as well as the outside hot-tub were designated as 'no clothing allowed' areas, allowing first timers a chance to relax and meet one another in a relatively uninhibited setting designed to purposely put everyone on equal footing. Only during the actual served meals would anyone be expected and required to dress, but even then all were invited to wear clothing that would be as provocative or as sexy as possible in appearance. "God Nancy, you look incredible!" David commented. She had chosen a form-fitting, black silk floor-length evening gown that was slit well high upon her thigh, revealing a good deal of her long shapely legs as she seemingly floated across the floor. In addition to that, an intricate lace mesh bodice that was titillatingly see-thru, allowed her magnificent breasts to peek flirtatiously through the material, still without giving everything away. It was all she would be wearing, but it was enough. "Why thank you," she said turning giving her husband a more thorough, appreciative look as she caught her own reflection in the mirror, smiling. As she did, she spotted the black gift-wrapped box sitting on the dresser drawer. One of which had been placed in every guest's room filled with a number of novelty items, as well as a number of things that Nancy herself couldn't make any sense out of. There was also an instruction sheet explaining when each of the items was to be brought along to a particular function or event, where the reason or purpose of it would be better explained. The first of which had been included just for the arriving members for that evening. David helped to carefully attach the most elegant baby-pink rose to his wife's dress, while she in turn attached an equally small delicate white rose to his lapel. "What are these for?" she asked admiring the beautifully shaped rose. "It tells you at which table you'll start out the evening at," he informed her. "For dinner anyway. After that, as the night progresses, I don't think it will really matter much where you sit," he said grinning. "Like on someone's face perhaps?" Nancy teased. "No doubt we'll see quite a bit of that before the evenings over with," he agreed. Nancy glanced at her watch. "I guess we should probably head on down to the main ballroom, everyone should begin arriving soon now," she suggested excitedly. David slid into his white dinner jacket escorting Nancy out of their room towards the elevators just as John and Amy stepped out of their own fancy suite joining them. Nancy grinned in relieved welcome upon noting that John was wearing the same colored rose as she was. "Guess we'll be dinner partners this evening," she commented. John smiled back kissing Nancy on the cheek in welcomed greeting. "And not just that either!" he added with a lusty grin, but most likely partners for another specific activity shortly after dinner," he told her knowingly. "Oh? And what's that?" she asked taking his proffered arm as they approached the elevators together. John merely grinned. "You'll see soon enough," he said still smiling, looking back over his shoulder towards David and Amy who were now walking a short distance behind them also arm in arm with one another. David had already noticed that Amy wasn't wearing the same colored rose that he was, and though slightly disappointed to discover that, he still looked forward to enjoying the company of whomever he'd be sharing dinner with. "Perhaps later you and I will have a chance to get reacquainted with one another," he told Amy hopefully. "Oh, I'm sure we will!" Amy responded, reaching down and giving David's cock an affectionate squeeze just as they stepped into the elevator joining Nancy and John who stood holding the door open for them. "Going down?" John asked playfully. "God...I hope so!" Amy teased back all the while looking into David's eyes. "I certainly do hope so!" The four of them soon checked in at one of the banquet tables, locating the specific tables they'd been assigned by the color of roses they were all wearing. Interestingly, it was obvious that spouses were seated and situated about as far a part from one another as possible. "I think that's so we can all let our hair down a little, and feel a bit freer to interact with our other guests!" Amy stated. "Intimately perhaps," she added with a sly smile. "I think you're right my dear," John said giving Amy's breast an affectionate squeeze. Amy had worn an equally attractive looking evening gown. Bright red with sparkling red sequins that seemed to catch the refracting light from the overhead system causing her to sparkle whenever she moved. Her dress was cut low enough in front to offer up a perfect view of most of her full rounded breasts, which she had purposely dusted with some sort of additional sparkling lotion so that even her chest seemed to radiate an erotic brilliance all its own. "Well? Shall we?" John stated already beginning to lead Nancy towards their table. Nancy looked over her shoulder back towards David blowing him a kiss. "Have fun honey, see you a bit later. Oh...and don't do anything I wouldn't do," she said giggling. David could only laugh at that as he escorted Amy inside the room towards her own separate table from his. "See you later too I guess," he commented helping Amy into her seat. "Count on it," she grinned, turning just enough that her left breast peeked brazenly towards him, her nipple smiling with what appeared to be a small diamond piercing that sparkled even more brilliantly beneath the lighting than her entire dress did. It took everything David had to look away from that inviting nipple. "Go ahead David, give it a kiss, it's waiting for you," she told him. So he did. # David was elated to discover that Emily would be his membership partner for dinner. With each table designed to seat eight, Emily, David and two client-couples would be seated with them, as would be the case for everyone there. He was quickly introduced to Bob and Susan along with a very young looking couple who he wondered briefly if they were even old enough to be attending. Obviously they must have been as everyone had been screened thoroughly. And though both women were certainly attractive enough, it was Emily herself that David most certainly, and most fondly remembered. David leaned over giving her what he had intended to be a brief "how the hell are you" kiss, stunned when Emily placed her hand behind his head ensuring that he lingered there far longer than had been his original intention. David wasn't sure if she was putting on some kind of a show for the 'guests', but at any rate, he enjoyed the semi-brief, but certainly passionate kiss. "Hello David, it's been a while," she said huskily, weakening his knees as she spoke, which she always seemed to do whenever he heard that sultry southern accent of hers. "I'd also like you to meet Tom and Beverly. They're newly weds, and believe it or not, have come to join us on what is the second week of their honeymoon!" "Interesting," David thought silently as he turned shaking each of their hands in greeting. Beverly blushed as she took his hand. Young looking as she might have been, her naïveté, made her all the more interesting as they spoke briefly with one another. Not to mention her rather modest, yet form fitting evening attire. Beverly would normally be considered 'petite' had it not been for her rather large size breasts, that though perhaps considered normal sized on any other woman's frame, on her...they looked enormous. An obviousness that was difficult to conceal, though by wearing a high-necked dark blue gown, she was making some attempt at trying to do so. Susan was a bit of a looker in her own way. Not exactly model material, but she was certainly tall enough standing well over six feet with reddish blonde hair that fell way past her waist. Though she had small breasts, they were round firm and perky. She wore a simple "V" cut gown that took that enticing "V" shape all the way down to her waist. Whenever she turned, one of those perky pink breasts would reveal itself, each capped with an equally pink tipped nipple. She did a lot of turning whenever she spoke to anyone, which told David she was very well aware of the show she was putting on. "So who'd Nancy end up sitting with?" Emily asked. "John," David answered simply though adding a knowing smile. Emily laughed. "I'm sure she appreciated that. As I recall, the last time I remember seeing Nancy at the members party, she was making an effort to actually try and deep-throat him wasn't she?" David nodded his head, barely aware that the couples sitting with them could hear every bit of the conversation that was taking place. He glanced briefly towards Bob, noticing a bemused expression on the man's face. Susan was listening intently herself, though she appeared to be wiggling around in her seat a bit more than usual. Emily noticed the movement as well and began to laugh. "I see you're the lucky one!" she announced. "What?" Susan asked. David had nearly asked the same thing, not quite understanding until Emily explained. "They rigged one of the chairs at every table. You just happen to be the one that got one of those very special chairs." David still didn't quite understand what was going on here, throwing Emily a confused look. "Susan is sitting on a vibrating chair," she explained finally. "It's very subtle, hardly even noticeable at first. But after a while, it tends to cause one to begin to feel certain little stirrings," she added with a wide-open smile. "Ah, that certainly explains it then," Susan stated settling back a bit more comfortably. "I was starting to think it was just me after all this stimulating conversation!" Emily had scooted over a bit closer to David. He'd opened his dinner napkin in preparation for placing it in his lap when Emily reached over grabbing it away from him. "Here, let me do that for you," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. David certainly wasn't about to object. After all, with Emily he'd learned to expect just about anything. Sure enough, as she placed the napkin he felt her deft fingers reach for, casually unzipping his slacks. Emily had a knack for making any situation erotic and sensual as hell. David couldn't ever remember his zipper on this particular pair of slacks ever making any noise. But then again, it wasn't exactly something he had paid any particular attention to either. But as Emily slowly began to run the zipper down, it made an almost too obvious noise, which everyone at the table was easily able to overhear. David glanced up once again, saw poor Beverly's face blushing beet red, noticing that even Tom seemed a bit shy by what he was hearing. All David could do was sit there grinning like a horny teenager, which is pretty much what he actually felt like. "Hmmm, you certainly are nice and hard," Emily, announced for everyone's benefit. Poor Tom nearly choked on his glass of wine quickly setting it back down on the table. Bob on the other hand had begun to get into the spirit of things. "I have to say, I'm finding myself in that same situation as well," he announced proudly. "Oh? Let me see!" Emily stated swinging about in her chair quickly facing Bob. In a second, the sound of his zipper being pulled down informed everyone that he too was now receiving the same kind of sensual stimulation her hand had briefly given to David. "Hmmm, yes you are, now...we need to see what we can do about Tom here!" she licked her lips glancing over towards him. Now he was blushing nearly as furiously as his new wife was. "Ah, that's quite all right. I'm just fine here!" he near stammered, swallowing hard before quickly downing most of his wine. Emily gave him a seductive pout. "Sorry Tom, but do you remember the agreement everyone signed prior to their attending this weekend?" He looked at her worriedly. Whether he had or hadn't actually read everything was of no consequence, and frankly, David was a bit curious as to where Emily was going with this. "Ah sure...yes!" he finally answered, wondering as he did if by not following specific instructions, he would be in fact asked to leave with no refund coming. "Well, under the terms..." Emily began, "It states specifically that any of the instructors can ask the participants to perform simple tasks in an effort to overcome their inhibitions so that the week can be a more productive one. Do you recall reading that?" He was thinking. But then again so was David. He didn't recall reading anything like that, and realized that Emily was bluffing. It was a damn good bluff. Tom was shaking his head yes though still smiling worriedly. "Good!" she answered him back. "Because one of the things we like to have everyone do is get to know one another intimately without going too overboard. So...since I happen to be sitting too far away from you..." Emily turned facing towards Susan. "Susan? I'd like you to unzip Tom's pants and remove his cock if you would please!" Now it was Susan's turn to grin. "No problem, as long as it's ok with you," she said looking directly towards Beverly who appeared about as speechless and dumbfounded as anyone had ever seen before. At least she nodded her head yes. "And Beverly?" Emily continued. "Scoot a little closer to David here. His cock's already been freed, but begging for some attention. I think this would be a nice way for everyone to get a bit more familiar with one another while we're waiting for our salads to arrive." Beverly's face couldn't possibly get any redder than it was, but it did. Even so, she scooted her chair closer to David's, her hand was shaking so badly that when he felt it tentatively wrap itself around his prick, she could have gotten David off without even moving it. "And ladies?" Emily started in again. "Just before the arrival of dessert, it will be our turn!" David thought Beverly was going to faint. # Somehow they all managed to make it through dinner with periodic in between cock strokings. David had to secretly admire Emily. Over time, even Beverly seemed to be getting more and more comfortable with the eroticness of the situation. Her face still red, but now more so from the excitement of actually enjoying the periodic fondling of David's prick between succulent bites of Salmon, Lobster and juicy thick steaks. By the time they had cleared away the dinner dishes and had begun serving dessert, Susan was literally rocking back and forth within her chair. The subtle vibrations that had been going on not quite so subtle any more, at least for her anyway as she was now enjoying the constant titillating pleasures. In fact, nearly every table in the room seemed to have some kind of activity taking place. Though the most outlandish, most notable of all was one of the women at a table not too far from where David and everyone else was sitting. This woman had been coaxed into disrobing entirely, which she had done, and was now the centerpiece for dessert as everyone at that particular table had spooned the arrival of their own desserts upon her nude form and were now gleefully devouring them off her. "No way," Beverly stated anxiously, though her hand had once again found David's prick all on its own. She was almost greedily pumping it up and down much to his delight. "Girls? I think its time for dessert!" Emily announced. By the looks of things, Susan already was. She had tossed her head back in her chair, eyes closed, her tongue running back and forth wildly over her lips. "Ah Tom? I think Susan there would appreciate a little help." David watched as Tom glanced very briefly towards his wife, but he knew damn well she was still jacking David's cock off beneath the table. Sliding his chair over closer towards Susan, she grinned hotly at him, actually lifting one leg, laying it atop the table much to everyone's amusement, especially Emily's. Masturbation Club: The Seminar "That's the ticket!" she exclaimed excitedly, placing herself in a very similar position now as Bob slid his chair over next to hers. Emily began hiking her formal evening gown up so as to better accommodate his caressing hands and fingers looking over towards Beverly. "Would you care to join us?" she asked her. David was surprised. Letting go of his prick, Beverly actually stood. The dress she was wearing so tight and cumbersome that it would have been virtually impossible for her to hike it up around her ass. Instead, she reached behind unzipping it, letting it fall casually to the floor where she now stood totally naked before several pairs of admiring eyes. "My, my. Look at the freshly made butterfly just having shed her cocoon!" Emily appreciatively spoke. Beverly wasn't the only one who was heated beyond reason. All about the room several couples had begun to unabashedly fondle one another. Many already naked with men and women, women and women, and even a few men together already fondling and caressing one another openly. David had expected Beverly to join the two other women at the table positioning herself exactly as they were. Instead, she hopped up onto the table sitting in front of him. "It says in the brochure that you're the male instructor for the oral sex class," she questioned. "Is that true? I signed up for that one," she admitted before giving him a chance to answer her. "I wouldn't mind a little crash course right now!" she near demanded, inching herself closer towards the edge of the table, reaching down and unashamedly spreading her pussy lips a part. David sat mesmerized, literally staring at the pink little pearl of her sex as she exposed it to his view. "Lick me," she whispered excitedly. "Please David...lick me, I've never had anyone ever do that to me!" Nervously David glanced over to where Tom was sitting. And whether he actually realized what his wife had just asked him to do was significant, she'd said it softly enough that he knew he'd not heard her. Still, to actually go down on her since he'd obviously not even done so himself was a slight worry to him as David began leaning over towards her in order to do just that. "Now THAT'S my idea of dessert!" Susan exclaimed, all but knocking poor Tom over as she stood shimmying out of her dress. Within seconds, she too had climbed onto the table facing Tom just as Beverly had done facing David. Even David had had to look up briefly hearing that. The profound expression of uncertainty etched so deeply in the poor man's face as Susan suddenly reached out cupping his head firmly within her hands, pulling his face directly towards her heated pussy. Tom had no choice but to take the plunge and learn to sink or swim. Within minutes he was swimming freely and appeared to be truly enjoying it, as was Susan by the loud audible noises she began making. "Well, I guess that settles it!" Emily added. "Bob? You ready for some heavy-duty pussy eating?" He didn't need to be asked twice. With all three women now sitting on the table, and each of the guys sitting before them dining on the most delicious desserts imaginable, it wasn't long before others within the room began to copy them as women soon began removing their clothing, scrambling a top their own tables to experience the pleasurable joy's that were being performed at David's table. It didn't take long for Susan; she was so fucking worked up anyway! And though Tom may have been a pussy-amateur as it were, he obviously did it well enough to push Susan quickly over the edge. "Oh fuck!" she blurted out loud enough to cause a few snickers to explode about the room. Soon after she screamed in a long drawn out high-pitched wail of such intensity, that snickers quickly died down to heated moans and groans that apparently triggered numerous cunnilingual explosions about the room. One of which, David could have sworn was Nancy's own guttural cry of ecstasy, so familiar was he with that particular deep-throated moan of hers that he'd heard so often himself. David had just taken Beverly's sweet little hard clit inside his mouth, chewing it ever so gently when she began bucking against him like a woman gone mad. For a moment, he feared she might topple the table over as already one glass had fallen, breaking in the process. Far too gone to stop however, even had David wanted to, he began flailing at her clit with a madness of his own. David's tongue became a whirlwind of vibrating flesh as he stabbed at her clit as lightly as a feather, yet as quickly as it was physically possible for him to do. Poor Beverly arched her back, lifting her ass up and away from the table. David used her motion to slip his hands beneath her ass for support, lifting her up, holding her suspended as she was while he once again recaptured her pleasure nubbin, drew it in between his lips and sucked it for all it was worth. Beverly exploded. Literally! A 'squirter' though David wasn't even sure she knew she was, Beverly's cunt began to jettison small little streams of sweet tasting female nectar that he began to hungrily devour. Humping herself against his face, Beverly was thrashing wildly back and forth now, small whimpers of pleasure constantly escaping with each continued spurt of her nectar against him. As Beverly slowly began to take back control of herself, David pulled away, his face drenched, soaked as was his now near-ruined dinner jacket and shirt. It was the appearance of Emily, Bob, Susan and Tom amongst many others from nearby tables who he now realized was standing around watching all this that actually embarrassed him. More so, when several began clapping in honest wonder and appreciation for the wild spectacle the two of them had just finished performing. "You did sign me up for his class too didn't you honey?" Tom asked his wife a moment later. "Bet your sweet ass I did baby," she said dreamily. "And if you're half as good at doing it as he is...I'll be the best fucking wife you'll ever have!" # By now, most everyone was up and mingling about if they weren't busily engaged with someone. Wiping the honeydew from his face, David tucked 'Mr. Ever-ready' back inside his slacks. "I think I'll go over and see how the wife's doing!" he told Emily, who was still enjoying a rather nice pussy-licking herself. "Gotcha!" she said with a wink. "And David? Make sure you save some of that for me ok?" "No problem baby." He wasn't at all surprised to find Nancy sitting in John's lap, his cock buried deeply to the hilt inside his wife's pussy. The expression on her face was intense; she was only moments away from orgasm, if not the second, possibly her third even as he approached. "Hi honey...enjoying yourself?" "Oh God yes!" she moaned opening her eyes. "Come over here and suck one of my tits!" she all but demanded. "Hurry David! Hurry! I'm almost there!" Having heard that, one of the other guys at their table had obviously been introduced to his wife intimately earlier. As David leaned over to capture one of her hard erect nipples, this other guy did the same to her right breast. "Hi...I'm David. Nancy's husband," David stated sucking her nipple into his mouth. "Nice to meet you. Name's Andrew," he said smiling around her other tit. David noticed that his hand was down between his wife's legs petting her pussy, fingering her clit as John's massive erection continued to slip in and out of her wet-juicy fuck tunnel. One of the things David dearly loved was hearing the sounds of all that wet-juicy fuck noise that's his wife's pussy so easily managed to produce. Hearing John's cock as it plunged inside her, the sound of her dripping pussy sucking at his shaft, then making this nearly obscene 'popping' sound as he withdrew was enough to wake the dead. Especially a semi-dead cock, which his wasn't, as he had yet to even experience one orgasm this evening! Hearing that same familiar low guttural groan he'd heard earlier convinced him this wasn't his wife's first orgasm of the evening. "Oh fuck John! John!" she wailed, then groaned as she thrashed wildly up and down John's cock. "Come for me baby!" she urged. "Let me see that fucker squirt!" She was barely coming down from her own orgasm when John reached around her, removing his cock from her pussy. "Here it is...all for you!" he exclaimed proudly. And with that, a geyser of sperm exploded from the tip of the man's massive cock head, shooting with such force and velocity that Nancy didn't even need to lean over in any attempt to capture any of his essence with her mouth. The first three spurtings reached her face easily, though the first crash-landed against the side of her head before she had a chance to reposition herself for the next two fountains, which she amazingly did manage to capture in mid-air. David had stood up in order to enjoy the 'show' as it were. As John had always produced more flying copious amounts of cum than any three men combined! David's long neglected erection was pressing painfully against the front of his slacks as he stood there watching Nancy now milking the last vestiges of John's still pouring fluid. "Would you like some help with that?" "Hey!" David said recognizing, but not remembering the woman who he now saw standing next to him. "Janice," she said smiling seductively. "The woman at the bar, remember?" "Hell yes!" he said happily. "That's right...you never did give me your name did you?" "Not that I recall, but even if I might have, it wouldn't have been my real one anyway. Now...about that hard-on you're sporting!" Unlike before, anything and everything was permissible as long as there was mutual consent of course. One of the very few, but very strict rules of the club. Janice knelt down on the floor before David, easily unzipping his fly once again, fishing out his rock-hard erection. Slipping it inside of her mouth, David felt his knees buckle as he used the edge of the dining table to steady himself with. "Oh God!" David moaned pleasurably as the tip of her tongue began skating across the surface of his prick. He noticed that Nancy was watching, along with several others at the table including John. "God, just watching her do that is making me horny all over again!" Nancy exclaimed. "Haven't you even cum yet honey?" she asked David. "Not fucking yet!" he said grimacing, though the hoped for anticipated orgasm was due any moment now, especially the way Janice's talented mouth was working it. "Shit that's good!" he exclaimed audibly. "And to think, you're not the one helping me teach the oral sex class!" he added. Janice laughed with her mouth full of David's cock. "No, but I certainly signed up for it!" She stated teasing his prick with her tongue and lips. "Now...relax and give me all that sweet cum juice!" Moments later, David was doing just that as he leaned back gripping the edge of the table as his prick began to squirt copious built-up, needed to be released fountains of sperm. "Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! Give it to me baby!" Janice was squealing pleasurably as David continued to pour semen down her throat as well as all over her face. Janice rubbed his cock back and forth across her lips feeling the warm essence cascade against her like a shower. "Can I help?" David looked up to see his wife kneeling down before him now as Janice handed off the baton of his prick to her. Still licking the shaft however as Nancy held it, gently pumping the last traces of his milky-white fluid, licking the tip of his prick, stabbing her tongue into the tiny eye-slit of his prick for whatever possibly remained. # A short time later it was announced that dancing would commence. Everyone was invited to disrobe, several large racks on rollers had been provided for all the guests to hang up their clothing on. The lights dimmed as music began playing. "This is one of my favorite things to do at the beginning of these things," Emily announced having slipped along side David and Nancy as they stood waiting patiently to begin. "It's a great way to get to meet everyone and really get the week off to a wonderful start!" she added excitedly. "I think things have already gotten off to a great start!" David replied as Emily's hand sought him out, bringing his re-aroused prick back to a semi-full cock stand. Emily smiled without speaking, then stepped out towards the dance floor leading him there by the cock as several others began doing the same. David looked over his shoulder as Nancy waved at him, turning a moment later to introduce herself to one of the other guests where she too then placed her hand around the man's cock and led him on to the dance floor just as Emily had done. The music was slow, sensual. Moments after stepping out onto the floor, Emily placed David's hand upon her heated mound. He felt his fingers melt into her sex as she placed one hand around his neck leaning her head onto his shoulder groaning pleasurably. Her free hand continuing to gently stroke and fondle his blood-engorged penis as they swayed slowly back and forth on the dance floor. All about them now packed tightly together in a throng of swaying flesh, couples danced. Hands, fingers busily caressing to the soft beat of the music beneath the soothing soft lights. When the song ended, Emily reluctantly released David's cock giving it a momentary affectionate squeeze. "Don't forget David, I want some of this soon!" she said giggling. Then before he could even answer, Emily turned already locating a new partner directly behind her as he watched her hand introduce itself to the new hard pulsating phallus. David pivoted on his feet, feeling soft hands encircle him from behind, a pair of hard firm breasts, nipples erect stabbing into the flesh of his back. "How do you do?" David said smiling to his still yet as unseen new partner. "Name's David," he told her. "Bobbie!" came the response from a voice that was as soft as silk. "God I am so damn excited to be here!" she added finally stepping around David so he could actually see who it was that was now playing with his cock. She was beautiful too! Her hair was long, braided, falling well down to the middle of her back. Though dark, a hint of a red sheen showing through gave her a sultry appearance unlike any he'd seen. Additionally, she was tall. Taller than most including Emily as she stood a good six or seven inches taller than David with large well rounded breasts that presented themselves to him as she stepped in front of him. Without even bothering to ask, David leaned forward drawing one of her firm erect nipples between his lips sucking it. He felt her hands slip down his back taking a firm hold of his ass cheeks audibly sighing her pleasure as she did. "Don't forget to say hello to the other one too!" she continued to sigh. David quickly did just that, tickling her firmness with his tongue. "Hello!" he said lapping at her hard nubbin of flesh, then allowed his hand to drop between her legs where she stepped allowing his finger to slide smoothly and easily up her already dripping furrow. "Hmmm, please David...make me cum before the song ends!" she implored him wantonly. He had easily found her clitoris, as it was unusually large. Pinching it between two fingers, David massaged her pleasure center, rolling it like the small marble it was. "Oh yes! Fuck yes!" Bobbie groaned into his shoulder, biting him nearly to the point of pain. In addition to her teeth sinking into his flesh, Bobbie's long sharp fingernails dug into the firmness of his ass, nearly causing him to yelp out in sweet agonized torture as she held on to him, humping her pussy frantically in rhythmic determination. The song was nearing its end, but David knew with a great deal of certainty that even if it did, the 'dance' he was currently sharing with Bobbie wouldn't be over. Not until he'd dipped her into the throes of orgasm anyway. "God I'm close!" she moaned loudly, thrusting her hips wildly now as she undulated against his hand, finally releasing his ass to cup both of her own breasts tweaking her nipples. "Almost! Oh fuck...I'm almost there David!" she exclaimed. David looked into her face, saw her eyes were closed, her mouth beginning to clench, her face grimace as she hovered just on the edge, teetering on the razor thin line of ecstasy just as the song ended. There was a brief moment of silence when the song did end, just as Bobbie tumbled into orgasmic bliss. "Oh David! Oh my God David! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Bobbie screamed at that very moment, causing one or two obvious snickers along with some laughter. Then from what was obviously at the far end of the dance floor, the most familiar voice of them all. "That's my husband all right!" Nancy said with a brief chuckle, "Leave it to him to know just how to finish a song!" she said laughing, causing several others around them both to do the same. David felt Bobbie shudder for long moments as her climax ebbed and flowed through her, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his finger as he continued to massage her passage. Careful now to stay away from her far too sensitive clit as she had had to use her own hand to gently guide his away from that particular area even as she soared into heavenly bliss. All night long David enjoyed the pleasures of caressing several women, the joy of so many wet silken passages as his fingers explored more succulent quim than he'd known in his entire life-time! And likewise, he'd had his prick fondled in so many ways, with so many differing sensations. Some soft and gentle, others bordering on madness. He'd had his prick twisted, touched, pulled upon and stroked in so many different ways that it had by now began to ache painfully, though the orgasm he'd managed to stave off certainly hadn't helped. Glancing at his watch, David saw that it was already nearing midnight. As Emily had confided with him earlier, he knew the highlight of the evening must be drawing near. With an early breakfast in the morning, along with the start of most classes, his in particular, he knew that everyone would be anxious and in need of sleep. Almost immediately, the lights flickered momentarily then went out entirely as a bright spotlight lit the center stage. David wasn't at all surprised to see both Emily as well as John step into the bright circle of light. "Welcomed guests!" John began hushing the crowd. "For those of you who've attended these workshops before, you know that the next and last dance of the night is most looked forward to. For many reasons," he said smiling, allowing a brief splattering of applause and whistles to die down before beginning again. "And for those of you who may be joining us for the first time, we invite you to join in, in what we lovingly call our version of the "bunny hop-fuck dance!" he exclaimed amongst additional cheers and catcalling. As if on cue, Emily turned so that her back was facing towards John where she bent over, allowing him to slip into her from behind. No sooner had he done so, than another female who'd obviously participated before, quickly stepped in behind John, throwing her arms around his waist, one hand cupping his balls as she too leaned forward, allowing a second man to then enter her from behind in much the same way that John had impaled Emily. One by one, couples quickly moved to find a position in the rapidly growing line, holding on to one another, all now joined as cocks rested impatiently inside the waiting cunts of their female partners. Though one or two couples had reversed the situation as a few women had brought along strap-ons, some with male partners, and others with female partners. But each now linked in the elongated line of anticipatory flesh as everyone waited for the familiar tune to the 'Bunny Hop' to begin. David was extremely pleased to find himself standing behind Beverly who had rushed forward taking his hand before anyone else could. "I'm surprised you decided to do this!" he'd told her as she led him forward. "Oh hell David, after everything I've experienced tonight, I wouldn't miss doing this for the world! Especially with you!" she added, her bashfulness suddenly a thing of the past as the lusty look she cast his way spoke volumes as to the metamorphosis that had obviously taken place since the evening began. Masturbation Club: The Seminar David had no idea how far back his wife was, though he knew she would be somewhere within the long writhing line of "Bunny Hoppers" that extended now outside the double-wide doors into the garden area. Finally the song began, and David grinned as Beverly took her first three "Bunny Fucks" as they were called before jumping forward with David hanging on for dear life, as was everyone else. Unlike the 'traditional' Bunny-Hop of course, the dance had been revised slightly to better accommodate the particular couplings, along with so many participants. Rather than the women jumping back, they simply grinded themselves against the men. When it came time to 'hop' forward, rather than everyone calling out "hop-hop-hop!" everyone yelled, "fuck-fuck-fuck!" instead. The sound of so many people yelling out "fuck" at once, was not only funny, but it had the somewhat bizarre effect of making the dance far more erotic than one might have thought. Even as simplified as the dance now was, inevitably there were more than a few that fell giggling away from the line, along with many who after several 'fuck-hops', could no longer maintain their place in line either. Eventually the very long line became a convoluted grouping of much shorter lines that began intertwining like a room full of horny snakes. Here and there couples simply broke a part, fucking unabashedly, no longer content to adhere to the ongoing song and music. Others having already climaxed along the way, stepped out merely watching now as the dance continued, though it no longer resembled as much of a dance, as an all out orgy. Which by design, the dance was basically intended to create. Beverly had come at least once already, now working on her second when David felt his own powerful orgasm begin to tighten his balls, threatening to erupt any moment within the honey slick cavern of her pussy. Grabbing Bev's ass, he held on firmly enough that she was forced to release the guy she'd been holding onto. Knowing as David did that, that he was close to his own orgasm, it triggered her own. Her pussy gushed in rapturous release, bathing his prick warmly with her female fluids, her pussy tightening as though threatening to expel his already expanding cock. David shoved, shoved as deeply into her as he could, felt the pleasurable eruption as his sperm began filling that hot, wet cavity. He felt four, five, then six incredible pulsating ropes of sperm leave his cock, imagining each one splashing against the cervix of her womb so deeply impaled within her as he was. "Oh my God David!" Beverly called out, thrusting back against him. "Yes! Yes! Fill my pussy with your cum baby, fill my pussy with your cum!" David grinned beatifically, he already had. Several couples merely collapsed wherever they fell. Others continued screwing though the frenzy of the dance had played itself out. Most, began leaving in small groups heading back to their rooms in order to get as much sleep as possible, though the excitement of the evening promised additional pleasures ahead for those who were somehow still not satiated by the evenings affair. "You about ready to call it a night?" Nancy asked coming up from behind David before he was even aware she was there. "Fuck yes," he said wearily. "Damn good thing I have a few hours after breakfast before my class begins. That...and a couple of those little blue pills if I should need them," he added. Nancy took his arm beginning to lead him out of the ballroom after they'd finished dressing. "I seriously doubt you're going to need to take any of those," she said teasingly. "With all that new, fresh pussy to look at and lick tomorrow, I doubt you'll have any problems at all!" she assured him. David smiled. Nancy was probably right. And good old Mr. Ever-ready throbbed as though nodding its already growing head in agreement. Tomorrow promised to be a very exciting, very pleasurable day. # It wasn't the sound of the alarm that woke him. No, the wake up call David was given was the feel of his wife's lips lovingly arousing him. "Hey!" he spoke sleepily. "You forget? I have a class this morning!" he said struggling to sit up, though without any real effort to do so. "I didn't forget, thought you could use a head start, something to get you in the mood, enthusiastic," Nancy stated continuing to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock. "Well, you're certainly doing that!" David moaned agreeably. "Though with all that new wet pussy to lick, I doubt you'd really need any help becoming aroused," Nancy teased continuing to run her tongue up and down the now super hard shaft of his prick. "Oh come on honey, its sort of like being a doctor. Like being a gynecologist in a way. I really am there to instruct a class, show the guys some proper techniques, and inform the women of what their men should be doing so they can better instruct them as well!" David offered by way of explanation. "Yeah, right!" Nancy giggled wrapping her lips fully; firmly around the head of his prick giving it a hard pull until it 'popped' from her mouth with a deliciously wicked sound. "God I love that! Remind me to tell Janice she needs to teach that one," David moaned pleasurably. "For that matter, maybe you should be teaching the class with me instead of her!" "Now David, you know damn well that you enjoy Janice's blow-jobs, probably even better than mine. She is pretty good at it, and from what I've heard, she licks pussy pretty damn well too! Maybe even better than you do!" she added half-seriously. David frowned. "You planning on taking the class yourself?" Nancy laughed. "Well, if I do...it will be one of those private sessions being offered," she continued to tease. David swallowed. He'd already booked two such sessions himself, and he'd not even begun teaching the course yet! Reluctantly, Nancy finally released David's prick rolling out of bed heading for the bathroom. "Want to join me in the shower?" she asked wickedly. David was tempted, but he knew full-well that if he followed his wife in there, they'd most likely miss breakfast altogether, and even more likely, he'd find himself late for his first class. "Better not," he called out behind her just as she disappeared into the bathroom. "I know you too well," he added half under his breath. But Nancy had heard him anyway. "Suit yourself, but I thought you might enjoy seeing me getting off with the shower massage!" she managed to state just before closing the bathroom door. "Fuck!" David exclaimed, his cock still throbbing with obvious arousal. And had it not been for the urge to pee, he might have given in to the temptation. Instead, he waited until he heard the sound of the shower running before slipping inside the bathroom, urinating, then devilishly flushing the toilet. "Hey!" "Sorry!" David laughed quickly stepping back out of the room. "You deserved that though!" he said silently to himself, once again tempted to peek into the shower and see if his wife really was using the shower massage to get herself off with. David quickly dressed, waiting patiently for Nancy to finish showering and do the same. They arrived mid-way through the serving of breakfast anyway, though glad to see that John, Amy and Emily had saved them seats at their table. "Morning everyone!" Nancy spoke seating herself next to John, which didn't surprise David in the least as he immediately reached over giving one of Nancy's breasts an affectionate caress. "I see you're scheduled for my class this morning," Amy spoke. "You're teaching a class?" David questioned. He hadn't see Amy's name on the instructors list. "Last minute decision," she offered taking a bite of scrambled eggs. "Amy does those adult toy parties," Emily said joining in, as Amy wasn't about to say more with her mouth full at the moment. "We thought it might be a great addition to offer up another course in the use of various toys and novelties." David laughed looking over towards his wife. "No wonder!" he exclaimed. "Hell, Nancy's got enough vibrators and dildo's to start up a business of her own!" Nancy pouted. "Now David, you know damn good and well with you gone two weeks of the month away on business, that I need something new and interesting to entertain myself with." "You mean besides our next door neighbors?" he questioned with a smile. Nancy blushed. "Well, there is that!" she admitted. "But Amy was telling me about this brand-new vibrator that's just come into the market. And hearing from her how nice it feels, and all the wonderful things it does...I just had to see and experience it for myself!" "What a surprise!" David quipped. "It's a wonder that men are even needed any more!" he said teasingly looking over towards Amy. "You might be right David," Amy responded. "In a few more years, they're apt to invent the perfect Male Robot. Someone that doesn't make demands or expect anything other than to fulfill his requirements in pleasuring a woman." David looked at her worriedly. "God, I hope not!" Everyone laughed. "Don't worry David, a real live male will always be needed. Unless they find a way to duplicate that sweet tasting sperm you guys produce that is," Emily added. "As for myself...I have always gotten a kick out of watching a guys cock explode, seeing the look on a man's face when he does. So unless they can perfect that in a robot, I'm afraid I'll still need the real thing once in a while at least." David leaned over kissing Emily fully on the mouth. "Thank God there's still a few women out there who realize they still need a real man!" "Oh, I might need a real man once in a while, but I'm looking forward to Amy's course myself!" she added taking the joy out of David's smug smile. "Then again...as nicely as David licks pussy, that's something else that I doubt even a robot could be taught to emulate." David felt his smile broaden at Amy's compliment. "I hope you'll be attending my class some time this week yourself!" he winked. "Not your class, but I do plan on scheduling a private session," she told him licking her lips. "And soon too!" # David arrived several minutes before he and Janice's class was to begin. Janice had just finished placing several large, very comfortable looking pillows upon the cushioned floor. But it wasn't the pillows David was gawking at, at the moment. Janice had chosen to wear a very sheer black lace nightgown that did little if anything to conceal what was beneath. "Wow, you look damn good this morning!" "Thank you," she smiled in return. "Thought it might help to arouse the more nervous males who'll be attending our class this morning," she told him. "Nothing worse than wasting a lot of time trying to get a guys prick hard when he's feeling self-conscious, or nervous at having his dick sucked in front of a bunch of people." "Never had that problem myself!" David said proudly. "You're not like most guys either David!" Janice quipped looking towards the already growing bulge in his pants. "Which reminds me," she said. "You probably should put something on a little more sexy than a sports shirt and slacks. You look too stiff as it is, and I don't mean in a good way either!" she said smiling down towards his still growing erection. "Yeah, thought of that myself," he said sitting down the small bag he'd brought along with him. "I brought along a silky kimono. Not only does it feel and look nice, but it's damn easy to get in and out of when I need to," he added. "I'll bet," Janice said with a grin. "Too bad you didn't come earlier, we could have warmed one another up," Janice added dropping her hand down between her legs. "I'll remember that for next time," David replied feeling his erection beginning to harden as he stood watching her. "By the way, just how many do we have for this first class anyway?" Janice continued to finger herself as she spoke. "Three couples, three single males and two single females. Or at least I think the females are single, they could be another couple I suppose." "Only eleven? I thought we'd have a lot more than that for the classes," David said in disappointment. "Only for the first one. Perhaps it was too early given the party last night. Tomorrow afternoon's class is booked solid. We'll have over thirty for that one!" "Oh God!" David thought to himself. "Fifteen different pussies to lick!" "Personally, I'm glad we have a smaller class. We can pay more attention to each individual that way." "Well you have a point there," David mused as he began dressing. Though he was still smiling at the thought of fifteen different cunts to lick and play with. "You have a gynecologist Janice?" David asked. "Sure. Why do you ask?" Janice wondered. "Ah, nothing. Never mind. Just something that came up earlier this morning. Long story." Janice was about to press him, when people began to arrive. "Make yourselves comfortable," she spoke directing them towards the piles of cushions and pillows on the floor. "We'll get started as soon as everyone's here, and as soon as everyone's comfortable enough to begin." Janice turned back towards David. "You want to start off? Or you want me to?" "Be my guest," he relented. "I'll follow your lead." They waited just a few minutes more until everyone who was scheduled to attend, had. Once everyone was comfortably positioned amongst the pillows and cushions on the floor, Janice stepped forward introducing herself and David. "Good morning everyone, my name is Janice, and the gentleman standing next to me is David. We'll be your oral instructors over the next two hours. This class is intended to be not only informative, but hopefully fun as well." Janice allowed a few nervous snickers to die down before continuing. "Now then, does anyone here have a problem with me partnering you up with someone else other than who you came here with?" David noticed that only one couple appeared anxious about that, but no one really objected. "Good! The reason I asked that question, because it's been my experience that when you're with someone other than who you're most familiar with, you tend to be a little more open to suggestions and recommendations. Especially when it's someone you've never been with before. And this class that David and I will be instructing, is designed to break down the barriers and inhibitions along with correcting a few bad habits that some of you may have. Now then, a few last questions before we begin. Who here has never performed or experienced oral sex before? And is there anyone who doesn't want to be paired with a member of the opposite sex?" Only one woman raised her hand, and then only after a bit more prompting to be honest about it. "That's ok, nothing to be ashamed or nervous about...ah, which is something else we should probably do before the class officially begins, is to introduce yourselves. So...you are?" "Sherry," the young single nervous woman spoke. Not sure if she was to include her last name or not. "Just Sherry is fine," Janice indicated realizing her uncertainty. "We're all here on a first name basis only. No formality, and no reason to reveal everything about ourselves to anyone else here either. Anonymity is first and foremost a concern of the club. But so is your reason for being here. And that is to learn, have fun, and improve your sex lives!" Janice began re-pairing everyone, telling David that she would see to Sherry herself during the course of the class as she'd indicated that she'd prefer being instructed by another woman. With several extra men available, she would also see to working with them, forming a smaller more intimate group. "You're just looking forward to having four people taking turns licking your pussy!" David whispered to her, causing her to smile. "Damn straight!" she whispered back. "Which is one of the reasons I agreed to do this class in the first place!" she answered honestly. Most everyone had worn their custom robes as had been recommended in the brochure for this particular class. Both David and Janice were glad to see that everyone seemed very comfortable and amiable to the new pairings between couples. "Now then...to the introductions," Janice started. "And we're going to do this in such a way as to have some fun at the same time," she added mysteriously. "Ok ladies, I want you to reach over and place your hand around your partner's cock," Janice said easily, receiving a few nervous murmurings as well as numerous giggles. But both David and Janice were pleased to see the women doing so as hands traveled up and beneath the robes the men were wearing. Janice positioned herself amongst her small little group quickly locating the cocks of two men sitting on either side of her. "Nice to meet you..." "James," one man answered grinning and blushing at her. "Peter," the other answered with a nervous chuckle. Janice shook their cocks "hello" before moving on to the third male of her little group, reaching inside his robe to greet him. "Oh my," she exclaimed suddenly leering. "He's a BIG one!" she announced to everyone in the room causing another round of snickering and laughter. "It would seem that John's got some real competition here!" she added, though most probably didn't know what she was referring to. David had to laugh at that as well. "Probably a good thing Nancy isn't in this class, though I'm sure once I tell her, she'll make a real effort to meet you herself," David Paused waiting for the man to finally introduce himself. "Larry," the man finally answered as Janice continued introducing herself to his obviously large prick. One by one, all the men finished introducing themselves much to their obvious delight. "Ok ladies, now it's your turn!" Janice informed them. The guys were far more eager to meet the women, hands suddenly disappearing beneath the robes they were wearing. "I know we've already met," Janice stated as she settled down next to Sherry, but I'd still like to get to know you officially," she announced slipping her finger inside the almost too tight warm wet passage of Sherry's pussy. She was pleased to hear a quick intake of shocked breath from her companion. "Oh!" Sherry moaned loudly enough for everyone to hear, blushing profusely a moment afterwards. Janice gave Sherry's sweet quim a few more gentle finger strokings before reluctantly pulling away. Janice stood once again joining David's side. "For the first half hour of the class, David will instruct the men on the proper way of orally pleasuring a woman. David?" "Thanks Janice," David said stepping into the semi-circle of students patiently waiting for things to begin. "Men? What I want you all to do is to imagine a flower garden, already prepared and waiting for the tiny seeds to be planted. Imagine if you will, a soft warm mound of good topsoil, moist...yet warm ready for planting." Once again there were a few brief snickers and giggles. David continued. "What I want you to do, is imagine running the tip of your finger up through the delicate soil, creating a shallow furrow. Not pressing too deeply, nor too firmly either. Just a nice slow light touch leaving an impression. That, is what I expect each of you to do with your tongues to your partner in a few moments here. And when you reach the tiny little seed at the apex of that soft moist furrow, I also want you to imagine pushing it into the soil as gently as in creating that furrow to begin with. I will first demonstrate to each of the women here exactly what I mean. It will then be their job to let each of you guys know if the sensation is exactly as I did it or not. Ladies? Now isn't the time to be bashful. Which is one of the reasons we haven't paired you with your original partners. So, feel free to instruct, advise, and inform the partner you are with if they do it too hard or too soft, too slow or too fast ok?" David waited to ensure everyone understood his instructions. "Good...lets begin then!" Masturbation Club: The Seminar David quickly positioned himself upon the floor in front of the blue-eyed blonde who'd introduced herself as Angel. David gently eased the bottom of her bathrobe out of the way, hearing a slight intake of breath as he exposed her neatly trimmed pussy, also blonde much to his delight. Placing his tongue in just the way he'd instructed that he would, David slowly allowed the bare tip to create the furrow he'd imagined himself. He drew his tongue ever-so-slowly up her already moistened slit, moments later easily locating the seedling of pleasure, which he tenderly pressed with the tip of his tongue, planting it firmly in the soil of her desire. He performed the same movement several times before sitting back and instructing Angel's partner to take up his place. David then moved on to Georgia a fiery redhead with enormous breasts. Taking a quick glance back towards where Angel was laying, he was pleased to see a profound expression of pleasure etched upon the woman's face. "Remember Angel, it's not your intent to experience an orgasm just yet. So if things are progressing a bit quicker than they should be at the moment, you need to tell Peter that he needs to slow down some ok?" Angel barely managed an answer. "Oh, but it feels so fucking good!" she frankly admitted again to a smattering of laughter. "And so it may, but just imagine how much better it will feel when you've allowed the tease of the tongue to bring you to that point slowly," David cautioned. Eager, Georgia had already lifted her robe sufficiently out of the way, reaching down to spread her lips a part with her fingers. "I'm glad to see you're excited Georgia, but let me create the furrow with my own tongue first before you begin smoothing over the dirt there shall we?" he teased her. Georgia removed her fingers, allowing the folds of her succulent pussy to close more tightly upon one another. "That's it...now, just lay back, relax, and concentrate on the planting of your seed," he instructed. Soon after he moved on towards Julie, a full-figured brunette with enormous breasts. Rather than merely lifting the hem of her robe off to one side or the other, she'd undone the sash, exposing herself entirely to his appreciative view. "Would you mind pulling on my nipples a little while you do that?" she asked. David grinned, "Not quite yet...let the tease itself awaken the desire in your nipples Julie. When the time is right, we'll include that little additional bit of stimulation." Julie frowned, but then quickly grinned as David proceeded to delicately draw his tongue almost magically up the glistening wet furrow of her split. "Hmmm, this one's recently been well-watered!" he joked, giving her hardened clit an additional pat with his tongue before beginning the process all over again for several additional 'plantings'. "Oh my God!" Julie moaned. "I really could cum just like this!" she said reaching out her hands in a feeble attempt to capture David's head, keeping it there between her legs. "Sorry baby...but we still have a lot of techniques to teach and enjoy here. But I promise you, when it IS time to cum, you will...and gloriously so. Trust me!" he said winking at her. David included Janice as he moved away from Julie, simply because he wanted to taste the sweetness of her pussy just as much as everyone else's. And even Janice had suggested that he should as she could then better describe to the men who would be practicing on her, the techniques as David was so masterfully teaching them. When he had finished, he glanced briefly towards Sherry without saying anything. "Oh hell, why not?" she stated much to everyone's surprise. "I am here to learn after all," she admitted openly. "And who knows? I might enjoy a man's tongue inside my pussy just as much as a woman's!" she stated matter of factly. Pleased, David spent an extra bit of time running his tongue up and down the rapidly moistening furrow of Sherry's split. Soon she was moaning pleasurably as David continued to create his furrows, planting her seed until she was beginning to move against him in anticipation of the next caress of her hardened clit. Only when she was aroused beyond even her own expectations did David withdraw, sitting up once again. "How's everyone doing?" he asked. "Ladies? I don't hear a lot of instruction going on!" he challenged them. "I'm not sure I want to give any!" Georgia admitted. "What he's doing feels just fine as it is!" she nearly yelled as Larry cheated, drawing her tender clit between his lips, sucking it. "Now, now Larry!" David cautioned, "You're getting ahead of the class. Though we are about to move on to the direct stimulation of the clit itself." Moving back to reposition himself before Angel who now undid her robe entirely struggling out of it entirely until she lay completely nude and comfortably within the pillows. "Do we get to have our nipple's played with yet?" she asked already beginning to caress herself. "Not yet...next round," David promised as he once again nestled himself comfortably between her now outstretched legs. "Another thing that many of you may or may not already know. Sometimes the positioning of a woman's legs can create variations in sensation, as well as stimulate the mind for both as far as the erotic-vulgarity of a woman being so openly displayed while oral sex is being performed. For example..." David then placed each of Angel's feet upon his shoulders, forcing her to bend at the knee, rolling her pubic mound upwards ever so slightly in the process. "As you can see, this also creates a much better angle for pleasuring a woman with your tongue, less tiring for the guys," David paused knowingly, "allowing also a much better freedom of movement." Many had stood in order to get a better 'birds' eye-view as David placed Angel perfectly, exposing the lips of her pussy even more invitingly than they'd been before. "Now we move on to the butterfly caress, adding to that the slow delicate draw of planting the furrow," he told them all. "And be sure to mix things up a little. There's nothing worse than the same sensation being repeated over and over again. At first it may feel good to the woman you're with. But I can assure you gentlemen, that continuing to do the same thing over and over again gets boring. And I'm not speaking for you. But for the ladies. How many of you have begun to perform orally on your partner, feeling their initial excitement, only to suddenly feel an explicable decline in their enthusiasm?" Many acknowledged that they had in deed. "Variation is the key," David spoke. "That...and communication. Let your partner tell you what feels good. Believe me, when it's time to change technique or speed, if the woman you are with is comfortable enough, and knows they won't be bruising any male egos, you'll both find the experience even more pleasurable and exciting than ever before! This is also where I like the women to more actively participate. And the reason for that is, by having her...or in this case by having Angel spread her pussy-lips a part for me, she accomplishes two things. One, she will now experience the subtle eroticness of being an exhibitionist, to which some degree, we all are. By exposing herself, she is also submitting to the man she is with, another subtle sensation that may be experienced by both. So Angel? If you would please?" David wasn't at all surprised to see Angel tightly closing her eyes, leaning even further back within the cushions as she tentatively reached down, spreading her soft pink lips a part with her fingers. Many women did, even with an audience standing around watching them. "Good!" David commented appreciatively. "See how beautifully she exposes her own clit gentlemen? She knows what feels good in doing that without stretching herself so openly so as to be uncomfortable or cause discomfort. And as all of you can see, her precious pearl is sufficiently exposed that I can now use the butterfly technique upon it, allowing her to expose either more, or less of her clit as the sensations demand." David proceeded to show everyone what he meant, flicking his tongue out at the hard tiny nubbin of exposed flesh, doing so both rapidly, as well as slowly, yet barely skimming and touching the surface of her flesh. "The idea is not to rub a woman's clit so firmly, or so fast that it becomes too sensitive!" he admonished everyone. "Don't forget to listen! She'll tell you if she's ready to feel a firmer more direct flick of your tongue, or even a faster or slower one. And again, variation, variation, variation! Even we men when we sit and jerk ourselves off vary in the length of strokes, or even the grip of our own cocks as we masturbate. And so it is for our tongues gentlemen. Let the differences in non-repeated sensations be your guide, and let the woman whose pussy you're licking, guide you. If you do that, I promise that she will return the favor ten fold!" David snickered himself with a wide-open grin. David made his way around the room demonstrating the new technique as well as the combinations of both techniques he had now taught and shown everyone. Julie of course had eagerly placed her feet on David's shoulders, her rather large clit throbbing expectantly as David performed the rapid butterfly caress against her. Her juices flowed almost continuously, as she began to rotate her pussy against his fluttering tongue, once again attempting to capture his head between her legs as she hovered on the edge of climax. "Soon enough," he whispered to her, giving her clit one last precious gentle suck before removing his drenched face from her cunt. "Now then...we can add some nipple play for those who like and enjoy that, as well as several differing techniques for tongue-fucking her pussy, as well as clit-sucking her too. Again, firmness, speed, as well as what it is you're doing that she likes the best is the key to an intensely satisfying orgasm. Ladies? Everyone ready to cum yet?" Not one indicated they weren't ready, especially Julie who now appeared to explode the moment anyone's tongue even came close to her. "I think...I'll start off with Julie first this time," David announced, fully intending to keep his promise to her. "You ready honey?" David asked mouthing her clit, pulling it gently between his lips. Julie came. And not too unexpectedly either. But he continued to gently roll the pinky-sized nubbin of her pleasure center around inside his mouth until he felt her once again straining for release, climbing the mountain of ecstasy where he waited for her, before pushing her over the edge with the rapid flick of his tongue into a second even more powerful climax. "Oh fuck me!" Julie wailed excitedly, loudly...much to the delight of everyone there. # Over the next thirty minutes, many of the women experienced multiple, hard-felt orgasms. Including Sherry who'd not only climaxed on Janice's tongue, but even more surprisingly on David's, twice! After a twenty-minute break so that everyone could recuperate, as well as practice if they wanted to with the partners of 'their' choice, Janice reconvened the class, with each of the guys already aroused and eager with lustful anticipation. David had half expected Sherry to leave as the primary reason for her being there had cum and gone. But to his surprise, as well as Janice's, she decided to stay provided that David was willing to be her partner. "As long as you're sure," he told her. "Don't feel like you have to do anything you don't want to. That would detract from the whole purpose of this," he reminded her. "No really, I want to. It might very well be the only time I ever do, but unless I do, I'll never really know for sure now will I?" she admitted to herself as well as to David. Janice now began to teach in much the same way David had done previously. She went into a great deal of detail, giving everyone a blow-by-blow description of what was actually involved in giving a man an erotically thrilling blow-job. "But what if you don't want them cumming in your mouth?" Georgia asked. "Personally, I happen to love the taste of a man's semen. Some women do, some don't. I think it certainly enhances the male orgasm if the woman he's with is willing to do that for him, but...there are things you can still do if you're not so inclined. For those of you who either don't wish to allow your partner to cum in your mouth, especially under the circumstances, we have provided you with flavored, as well as non-flavored condoms!" "Yech!" Julie spoke up saying. "I'm like you Janice, I love the feel of a man's cream shooting into my mouth, but even if I didn't, I'm not sure that still wouldn't be preferable to sucking someone off through a condom!" "Actually, it's not nearly as bad as one might think," Janice told everyone. "And it certainly does make it all the more pleasurable for the male, even if one is used! Plus...as I will now show you, putting one on can be an exciting part of your oral pleasure! David?" David stood next to Janice as she placed a rolled condom inside her mouth, letting everyone see how she did it. In the next instant, she drew David's hard stiff cock inside her mouth, easily unrolling the condom over it. "Now then...see how easy that is? Though I'd suggest for most of you, to use the condom only when your partner is nearing climax. That way, the sensitivity of the oral pleasuring will be much more intensified. The climax will certainly speak for itself," she added smiling. David reached down in order to remove the condom that Janice had just slipped onto his prick with her mouth. "Would you mind David?" Sherry asked staying his hand. "Of course not!" he told her, letting her guide him back over towards the cushions where Janice now began instructing the women in various pleasuring techniques of both mouth and tongue, including as David had informed her, that 'popping' technique that he so loved his wife doing. For her very first blow-job, and quite possibly her last, David had to give Sherry credit for what she lacked in experience and technique, she more than made up in enthusiasm, much to his surprise as well as Janice's as she came over to further help Sherry improve the mouthing she was currently performing on David's prick. "Not quite so much head-bobbing," she told her. "It really isn't necessary. Let your lips tantalize and pleasure, not quite so much 'face-fucking' she added demurely. David soon felt the boiling release of his orgasm only moments away now. And though Sherry would probably never be considered as one of the best cock-suckers he'd ever known, for a first time, especially for someone whose tastes didn't necessarily go in that direction, she was doing a damn fine job! Melting back into the cushions, he allowed the pleasuring sensation to build. Nearly there, he was surprised when Sherry stopped suddenly. Opening his eyes, about to sit up and ask her if anything was wrong, he watched, stupefied as she reached over stripping off the condom entirely. "If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do all of it!" she announced determinedly. With his cock now free of the condom, Sherry soon took him back into her mouth, her lips becoming a vacuum as she pulled the seed from his soul, his orgasm wrenching his spirit inside out as he filled her mouth with his creamy nectar. She was sitting up smiling at him when he came down from the throes of his orgasm. "Well?" "Well hell...you sure you're not into guys?" David asked her. She grinned again. "I don't know...maybe. Guess we'll see!" she admitted smiling as she licked her lips. # It had been a long day. Rather than going down for dinner, David had requested room service instead, settling in to watch the evening news prior to retiring to bed. Nancy had opted for cocktails with dinner, and as David guessed, perhaps a quickie with John as she'd been salivating over his cock ever since their arrival. He grinned, wondering just how long it would take her to discover that there was another man attending the seminar, "Larry" he remembered, who had an even bigger prick than John did. Though he was tired, he was also looking forward to his class tomorrow afternoon. It would be twice as large as the one taught today, and as Janice and Nancy had both teased him about, plenty of fresh pussy to look forward to licking. He had in fact fallen asleep when he felt Nancy slip into bed beside him. Sleepily, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it read 1:30 a.m. "You asleep?" Nancy questioned softly in the event that he still was. "Almost," he groggily responded. "How was your class?" Nancy asked. "Good. I think there will be a few happier men and women out there to be honest with you. At least one in particular," he added to himself smiling. "How'd it go with you?" Nancy giggled in the darkness. "It was fun, Amy's a great instructor. In fact, she's promised to come visit us after we get home so I can schedule one of her adult toy parties. I think that would be a gas don't you?" David murmured a response, already feeling himself slipping back off towards sleep. "Glad you had a good time honey." "Oh I did, and plan to do so again," she sighed contentedly. Moments later David heard the soft purring hum of a vibrator. Rolling over, he switched on the lamp sitting on the nightstand. "Thought you were tired," Nancy lay grinning, running the bright purple interesting looking toy up and down her slit. "Ok, maybe not so tired," she added seeing his cock already beginning to lengthen. "I can always take a long nap," he told her reaching over to begin licking one of her magnificent breasts. Nancy laughed. "You might need to," she moaned reaching down taking a firm affectionate hold on his prick. # This time it was Nancy who slept in. And though it had been a long night without much sleep, David found himself more excited than tired. Slipping out of bed so as not to wake his wife, he showered, dressed, heading downstairs for breakfast. Almost immediately he ran into Julie and a girlfriend of hers, Cindy. "Would you care to join us?" Julie asked. "Sure! Why not?" David smiled remembering how hard she had climaxed against his face. "This is a friend of mine, Cindy," Julie said introducing them. "Nice to meet you," David responded shaking her hand. "And how come you weren't in my class yesterday?" he half-joked with her. "I'm scheduled for this afternoon's class," she responded. "Especially after hearing how much fun it was from Julie! I'm really looking forward to it," Cindy licked her lips softly as she spoke. "Well I'd have to say, I am too." Cindy was an attractive looking blonde with hazel blue eyes and white sparkling teeth. Her smile was magnificent making him want to lean over and kiss her immediately though he refrained from doing so. "So, what's on your agenda for today?" Julie asked, "aside from teaching the class again," she added. David hadn't really thought about it, figuring to relax out by the pool, perhaps take that nap he knew he'd be needing prior to instructing that afternoon's class. "Not really sure," he admitted. "Thought I might just wander around, peek my head in a few workshops and see what looks interesting." He paused still looking towards the two women, feeling his early morning arousal awaken. "So...what's on your agenda after breakfast?" he finally asked after too much silence had passed between them. Julie and Cindy looked at one another, grinning. "Well, Cindy's quite the little exhibitionist, in her mind anyway." "Julie!" Cindy shot. "Well it's true! Isn't that why you signed up for this class so you could finally experience something you've always thought about doing?" Cindy was blushing. "I haven't just thought about it, you know that," she added defensively. Masturbation Club: The Seminar "Flashing your boobs to people on a bus, or acting coy in a fast-food restaurant as you spread your legs for some stranger to see your pussy isn't exactly what I meant," Julie teased. "Come on Cindy, you've told me before that your real desire and fantasy has been having someone watch you actually get off!" "I wouldn't mind seeing that myself," David grinned looking towards Cindy. "Well, then come with us!" Julie told him. "Please David, it would make it all the more exciting, for both of us," Julie turned looking towards her friend. "Wouldn't it Cindy?" she pressed. Cindy nodded her head. David had seen most if not the entire curriculum for the week's workshops. He knew from that just exactly what was entailed from each of those courses. "You do know that others will be pleasuring themselves while they watch you don't you?" he asked Cindy. Again, she nodded her head. "Would you be?" she blushed. David laughed. "Maybe, depends on how much you get into it yourself," he quipped. "If you do a good job, really enjoy yourself and don't hold anything back, then yes, I'd have to say I probably would." Julie was also smiling. "Are we allowed to touch anyone else besides ourselves?" she asked hopefully. "Not sure, but I don't see that that would be a problem, unless of course you're the one standing or sitting center stage. Then perhaps it might be," he admittedly wondered aloud. Their breakfast soon arrived, famished after a long night of sexual delights, David dug in to his stack of pancakes. "Would you care for some syrup?" Julie asked. "Yes...please," expecting to see her pass him the warmed pitcher of maple syrup. Instead, he watched as Julie slipped her hand beneath the table down between her legs, moments later lifting her finger back up towards him. "Obviously, I'm very, very horny," she quipped. "Hmm, I can see that," David leaned, licking the sweet honey syrup from off her fingertip. Reaching for the actual pitcher of syrup, David poured a little over his stack of cakes, then dipped his own finger into excess sweetness on the side of his plate. To Julie's surprise, David slipped his own hand down beneath the table, where Julie met him, spreading her legs. He easily found her hard throbbing clit, smearing the dab of syrup upon it, swirling it around smoothly with his fingertip until she was groaning pleasurably. "Enjoying your breakfast?" the waitress asked as she freshened everyone's coffee. "Oh fuck...I'll say!" Julie moaned loud enough for those sitting next to them to look over curiously. "Show her!" David said sternly, "What?" "You heard me, show her what it is you're really enjoying!" Even the waitress appeared slightly confused, though they'd all been informed well before hand what they might expect during the week, and had been given an extra incentive as payment for knowing that. She scooted her chair backwards just a little, David moving with her when she did keeping his hand and fingers firmly embedded within the moist folds of her cunt. "Now, finger yourself," he told her while the much more interested waitress continued looking on. Julie did. Slipping her finger even more deeply inside her pussy, she began fucking herself, slapping her clit with the palm of her hand loud enough that everyone sitting near by knew exactly what it was that she was doing. "Holy shit Julie!" Cindy exclaimed, surprised to see this level of real exhibitionism being displayed by her girlfriend. Julie continued to pummel her pussy until the obvious ecstasy of her climax took her. Shuddering joyously, unabashedly, Julie came with her eyes tightly shut, face grimacing in rapturous pleasure. Her low deep-throated elongated moan suddenly quieting the room as everyone within earshot sat listening. As she calmed, collecting herself, a soft round of applause filled the air from those close enough to have known and fully understood just what exactly had taken place. "Thank you, I really enjoyed that!" The waitress found herself saying, suddenly aware she was still holding the side of hash browns that Cindy had ordered. "Ah, let me get you a fresh warm side," she realized turning to leave. Cindy caught her attention. "Never mind kiddo, I'm not quite as hungry as I was. Now...I'm just fucking horny!" she laughed, causing the waitress to laugh as well mouthing the words "me too" as she departed back towards the kitchen area. They soon after finished their breakfast. And though he had in fact planned to return to his room, check on his wife, then head down to the pool for a swim and a nap, David found himself anxiously looking forward to the exhibitionist workshop where the three of them were now headed. They'd arrived a few minutes late, so the class had already started. As David was well aware, "Long John" as he was affectionately known amongst the club members, was the one instructing today's class. As David and the two women entered, John smiled in surprise, happy to see David for one, but for another, taking a quick furtive glance at his two companions. But even more interestingly than that, John stood center stage, his massive penis firmly erect as he stood nonchalantly stroking it, all the while telling everyone what was to be expected of today's participants. "Good old John," David leaned over whispering in Cindy's ear. "Always one to enjoy showing off the goodies." Cindy could barely manage a response, her eyes glued to the massive erect organ that even both of John's hands couldn't completely conceal as he continued to stand stroking it much to the delight of the women sitting there. "I'm not surprised," she said breathlessly. "My God! He's got a big prick doesn't he?" "Ask my wife how it feels inside her," David continued to whisper with a gentle laugh. "She's...she's...fucked that?" Cindy asked loud enough to disrupt the class momentarily, causing more than a few curious murmurings at her comment. "Sorry John," David apologized leading the girls over towards their seats. "Please...continue!" Fact was, John hadn't missed a beat of his hand as he stood stroking his prick, giving David an appreciative nod. "For those who've just joined us," we were talking about the two types of exhibitionist, the passive, and the aggressive. Both of which we will be learning and demonstrating in today's class." "As I've already mentioned, the 'passive' exhibitionist will expose themselves, or perform some sort of erotic act at the command or urging of another. The 'aggressive', will do so usually on their own, without prompting, merely for the sole purpose of their own enjoyment, and not so much of their partners though there may actually be a partner present to witness the act itself." John finally released his prick indicating towards a brown haired woman sitting on the front row. "What we will do is alternate between men and women so that everyone has an equal opportunity to enjoy watching our exhibitionists. In addition, each of you will participate in both the passive, as well as the aggressive form, beginning with the latter first. In that way, you can at least become comfortable with yourself, and what you are doing before someone else assumes control over the act, and begins instructing you as to what it is they want to see and have you do. Crystal? If you're ready then?" John asked leading her up onto the small platform stage by the hand. It took her a few moments to collect herself enough to undo the sash on her custom robe, letting it fall to the floor surrounding her feet. Eyes tightly closed, she stood merely caressing her breasts, though so subtly that it was hard to tell she even was, looking more like her intent was to cover herself as opposed to exposing herself, though her pussy certainly stood boldly to everyone's view. Finally, perhaps as her own excitement level rose, she began to fondle and caress her breasts with far more movement. Though small breasted, David noted that she had incredibly thick elongated nipples that continued to harden as she stood playing with them, tweaking them with her finger tips. David had always enjoyed seeing a woman do that anyway, but especially when she pulled on them stretching them out and away from her breast. Not too surprisingly David had felt his prick beginning to harden beneath the robe that he too had been wearing. Looking off to this right where he sat sandwiched between Julie and Cindy, he wasn't at all surprised to find Julie had already parted her own robe, and sat unashamedly stroking herself as she watched the young woman on stage continue to fondle her own breasts. "Wow, this really is arousing David!" she leaned over whispering to him. "And the fact that I'm getting turned on watching a woman too!" she added with a devilish grin. With a time limit so as to ensure everyone had equal time, John prompted Crystal that she was nearing the 'passive' portion of her particular session and would need to mentally prepare herself for it. Dropping one hand down between her legs, she parted them slightly allowing the middle finger of her right hand to slip inside her wet passage. She continued to finger herself, eyes still closed, but it was quickly becoming obvious that she was beginning to actually enjoy the experience. "Ok, David? Would you like to play the roll as Crystal's passive partner? And instruct her as to what you would like to have and see her do for us?" "Glad to John!" David said enthusiastically. "First, Crystal? I'd like for you to open your eyes," he told her. She did so, looking in David's direction. "Good, now then...continue to focus directly on me unless I tell you to do otherwise." Crystal smiled nervously as she waited for David's additional instructions. "Now, if you would please, take some of your pussy juice and apply it to each one of your nipples for us." Crystal quickly did so, alternating between each of her breasts as she dug for the proffered abundance of female nectar with her fingers, then smearing it across each of her very hard, very long extended nipples. "Now, do that again, but this time, use two fingers inside your pussy, and then suck them nice and clean for us," he continued to instruct her. She hesitated only briefly before doing so, repeating the motion several times until David was satisfied with her performance. "Very good Crystal, now then...spank your pussy for us, softly and slowly at first...but I want to see you actually spanking it." For several erotic minutes, David continued to tell Crystal what to do, patiently waiting for her to do it until it was soon evident she was actually on the verge of experiencing a climax. "Thank you David!" John said stepping back up on stage. "Sorry Crystal, I know you'd have enjoyed cumming, but as I indicated at the start, we'd prefer it if everyone saved their actual orgasms until the very end of the class. And as I promised, if each of you would do that, you'll see why. Ok, Marshal? I think you're next!" he said pointing to a very dark-skinned very athletically built man. "And ladies? Who amongst you would like to play the roll of his passive partner when it comes time?" Several pairs of hands immediately shot into the air, including both Julies as well as Cindy's. "And you are?" John asked pointing towards Julie. She gave John her name, then as she'd already seen, she knew that she was to wait until John told her it was time for her to give Marshal his exhibitionistic instructions. "God...is this going to be fun!" she mused. It became quickly apparent that Marshal wasn't a novice to this, quickly enjoying himself much to the delight of his captive audience. And as such, John cut his time a little shorter. "Ok, Julie? Why don't you go ahead and have Marshal here perform according to the way you'd like to see!" Julie actually stood as though needing to in order to better instruct him. Her robe fell back to her seat where she allowed it to remain, becoming much the exhibitionist herself as she began. Though not quite as nicely endowed, as John was, Marshal none-the-less had a magnificent prick of his own. "What I'd like is to see you use both hands and rub it back and forth as though you were attempting to start a fire, you know...like the boy scouts do." Julie received a few surprised laughs at her suggestion, but Marshal grinned at her, applying a generous helping of lubricant that had been provided for anyone's use. "Like this?" he asked beginning to use both hands rapidly up and down his cock just as though he really was trying to make sparks. "Oh yeah! Just like that!" Julie groaned, her hand suddenly disappearing down between her legs as she stood fingering herself while continuing to watch Marshal fire-sticking his prick. Even David had to admit, hearing Julie coax Marshal through several variations, all the while watching her continue to finger-fuck her own pussy as she did to be extremely arousing. And as he also noticed, many in the audience had long ago lost all their own inhibitions, now openly caressing themselves, or their partners sitting next to them. When Julie and Marshal were at last invited to retake their seats, Julie was hovering on the verge of orgasm, with David reminding her to behave and quit playing with her pussy. "Well I've got to play with something!" she announced, "so it might as well be you then!" she all but demanded, undoing the belt on David's robe releasing his also very hard erect prick from the confines of the material. "Ok, Cindy? I believe it's now your turn on stage," John prompted her. He quickly selected one of the other gentlemen to perform as her partner when it came time, and soon both David as well as Julie sat enjoying Cindy's performance as she far more quickly than some of the others, began stroking and playing with herself in what could only be described as the more sensual act of exhibitionism of the entire day. Before everyone even realized it, the class was nearing an end. At the end of the last remaining individual, John once again took center stage. "Ok, thanks everyone for participating. And now, as promised, I would like to invite each of you to join me here on stage." With nearly thirty people in attendance, it became quite a scene, as everyone stood naked as well as obviously aroused. "What I would like each of you to do, is to begin masturbating. Feel free to mingle of course, watching one another as you do. And this time, please feel free to climax, and we would urge you to do so as loudly and as completely as possible!" John added with a chuckle. Within moments, everyone including David as well as Julie and Cindy stood touching themselves, turning in slow revolving circles so as to better enjoy the wide variety of cocks and pussies being touched and stimulated. Loud moans and groans began to emulate throughout the throng as one by one, men and women began to experience orgasm, doing so for one another, as well as enjoying the erotic ecstasy of actually climaxing before such an aroused audience. Even David had to candidly admit to himself that seeing so many men and women masturbating themselves, and in a few cases one another, to be one of the most thrilling and exciting experiences he'd ever witnessed. "Oh God David! Make me cum baby! Make me cum!" Julie near screamed, taking his hand, shoving it against her pussy where he'd barely inserted his finger before feeling her soaked sex clench all but entrapping him as she came, crying out in unbelievable pleasure. Seeing and hearing her do that, brought David to the very brink himself. Much to his delight and surprise however, Cindy stepped behind him, her hands quickly locating his prick where she began stroking it with perfect rapidity, ensuring his momentary eruption. "Oh yeah...yeah! Just like that baby! Just like that! Milk that fucker! Make me cum!" Not to be neglected, Julie knelt down on the floor before him, and though this might not have been the intention of the class, many others had succumbed to more than simply masturbating themselves or one another. Several had now engaged in various acts of intercourse, or the oral pleasuring of one another, including John who had two sets of lips furiously tonguing his more than spacious cock. "Give it to me baby!" Julie urged slipping her mouth over the end of David's prick as Cindy continued to expertly stroke his shaft bringing him nearer and nearer towards his pleasure. "Save some for me!" Cindy said worriedly. "Don't worry, I'll let you know," David promised her attempting with all his strength and willpower to delay the inevitable. "Ok honey, you'd better join your friend there, because I'm about to flood her mouth with about a gallon of cum!" Cindy had barely made it around front joining her friend when David felt the first jettison of cream explode from the head of his prick. Reluctantly, though taking the first full spurt for herself, Julie withdrew David's cock from between her lips, now sharing it with her friend as she continued to lick the shaft, letting Cindy mouth the head of his cock, catching the second, near equally forceful streamer of cum into her mouth. They then shared the third, fourth and several successive eruptions though each naturally began to diminish in volume until they were each lapping at the residue that had merely drooled from the tip of David's still juicing penis. With every ounce of strength he had left, David finally managed to scramble away from what had now turned into an all out orgy. "So much for the swim and a nap!" he exclaimed breathlessly making it out to the hallway. Julie and Cindy both had slipped below the waves of writhing flesh that now seemed to merge together as one. For a moment, a brief moment, David considered returning back inside the room. # By the time David finally returned to his suite, he was exhausted. The second class had gone particularly well even though there had been twice as many attending it than the day before. But the highlight had been a petite, longhaired brunette who had sat on his face while demonstrating several pleasurable positions. When she came, it was as though someone had turned on a faucet! Renee' had soaked his face with several female squirtings that had come unexpectedly, but delightedly so. And had he known that she frequently did this, he'd have purposely shown several of the others what to expect and how to more sensually savor the moment. As it was however, he drank from her gushing fountain ensuring her bliss was beyond any she had ever experienced before. Almost immediately David spotted an in-house message blinking on the phone. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he dialed the service number to pick up his message. "Hey honey!" Nancy's voice began. "I hope your class went well today, but even more importantly, I hope you're not too exhausted!" she paused with a cute little laugh. "We've been invited up to John and Amy's suite around eight this evening. A few others will be there too of course, but we thought it might be fun to get together and have a little fun ourselves this evening. So like I said, I hope you're not too tired. And even if you are...just pop one of those little blue pills for me because I think between Amy and I, and whoever else is going to be there, you're going to need it!" David glanced at his watch, it was just past five which would give him time enough to shower, and perhaps catch a brief nap which he felt he was sorely going to need at the pace he'd been going, little blue pills or no. He had no doubt that whatever, or wherever his wife was at the moment, she was already warming herself up. She'd made no mention of meeting him for dinner, only at John and Amy's suite later on. And though he was indeed tired, the thought of licking as well as fucking Amy's sweet tasting pussy was something he'd been looking forward to ever since his arrival. David felt his prick actually twitch at the thought even though he'd already had four orgasms so far today. And no doubt with the type of parties John and Amy were known for, he'd have at least two or three in addition to that before the night was over. Masturbation Club: The Seminar "Fuck the shower!" he thought a moment later, then crawled into bed setting the alarm. # David had fallen asleep almost the moment his head hit the pillow. He woke at the sound of the too early alarm going off, though having given himself plenty of time to finally shower before arriving at John and Amy's suite shortly after eight o'clock. By the time he arrived, the party was already off to a good start. Pleased to see not only John and Amy, but Emily as well as Janice, "Larry" as David laughed had been invited as well, no surprise as almost immediately he spotted Nancy and Julie along with Cindy busily taking turns licking and sucking the lucky man's cock. "Well, I see we're outnumbered here!" David laughed discarding his bathrobe as the only thing he'd put on for the short ride on the elevator up to their suite. "About time you arrived!" John grinned as he stood over Emily and Janice who at the moment were engaged in a sixty-nine with one another on the floor. "How about joining me?" John leered once again looking down towards the two women who were almost too caught up in licking one another to even notice David had arrived. "No way! He's mine!" Amy called out as she entered the room with a freshly opened bottle of wine. "I've been waiting all day to feel David's tongue on my clit John, so you're on your own with those two...for a while away," she added suddenly taking an interesting in watching the two of them going down on one another. "Let me at least say hello to my wife first!" David smiled walking towards her. Larry was currently sitting on the couch with Julie on one side, Cindy on the other holding onto, and playing with his prick while Nancy stood in front him, bent over at the moment sucking it. "Hi honey! I'm home!" David laughed as he slid his cock easily inside his wife's more than wet pussy giving her several quick deep thrusts. "Hmm, hi David!" Nancy moaned around Larry's cock, "glad you could make it baby!" He was tempted to remain where he was, the feel of his wife's pussy so warmly wrapped around his shaft as he continued to slowly ease it in and out of her tight fitting glove. "Hey you!" Amy declared reminding David that she was seriously waiting for him. Spinning, he saw her seated on the couch behind where he stood, legs spread, heels planted down on the couch she was sitting on. She sat with fingers spreading her labia a part, the twinkle of her moistened clit beckoning to him like a tiny star. "Oh fuck, I'll fuck you later honey!" David stated slipping out of his wife as she groaned in sadness at the sudden departure. Moments later David was on his knees paying homage to Amy's slick split. There was no need to create any furrows, plant any seeds. Her garden was already well watered with plenty of seedlings waiting to sprout. He began flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue, reaching up to begin doing the same to each of her hard erect nipples with his fingers. As he did, David was barely aware that suddenly his cock was being mouthed in the gentlest of ways. He looked down, pausing momentarily from tonguing Amy's cunt. "Hi Cindy!" he said excitedly as she'd crawled between his legs now nursing on the tip of his prick, her hands already caressing his balls. By way of an answer, she merely drew the length of him between her lips, sucking him even more firmly as he went back to licking the silvery star that shimmered in the universe between Amy's legs. With Emily on top, John now straddled her back, easing his enormous prick inside her split as Janice continued to gently chew and tease her clit. Janice welcomed John's cock, giving it an affectionate lick as he began sliding a goodly portion of the thick veined monster inside Emily's more than happy pussy before returning to lap at the abundance of female juice that was now beginning to run in rivulets of pre-cummed pleasure. "Oh yeah! Fuck me John! Fuck my cunt!" Emily groaned out into Janice's pussy without lifting her head. John was only too happy to oblige her, driving not all, but nearly most of his mammoth cock deep inside the recess of her hungry quim. Impatient, Julie had finally managed to wrestle Larry's cock away from Nancy. Standing, though leaning against the couch, he had managed to get a great deal of his very impressive looking member inside Julie's horny cunt. Not to be left out however, Nancy slid in front of where Julie leaned, sucking her breasts as well as toying with her clit as Larry began thrusting shallow quick strokes in and out of Julie's fiery hot pussy. "Oh my God he's big!" Julie cried out rapturously. "This has got to be the biggest fucking dick I have ever had inside me!" Larry chuckled. "Baby...not all of it's even inside you, yet!" he added knowingly, causing Julie to feel a catch in her throat as she swallowed, trying to imagine, but falling far short of being able to. David felt Amy's pussy suddenly clench, spasticating as she cried out deliriously, one orgasm after another enveloping her completely. The feel of Cindy's lips now furiously pulling on his prick nearly caused him to jettison his first climatic spunk throw of the evening, but he held back fighting tenuously to the urge to give in and do so anyway. Finally, he broke away from Amy as well as Cindy to sit down on the couch in an attempt to regain control over his very hard throbbing penis. David had noticed a strap-on vibrating dildo sitting off to one side of the coffee table after he had first come in. "Amy? Now it's your turn to do something for me," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah? What?" she asked expecting the worst, and actually looking forward to it. "I want to see you fuck Cindy, with that!" he pointed. Amy followed his gaze, smiling the moment she saw the toy. "No problem, I've been wanting to fuck someone with that all evening, though admittedly, I was curious if you'd like to try it?" she half-teased. David choked, ah...no, a fingers just about all I can manage," he replied honestly. "But if you want to ass-fuck someone with that, then Emily's probably the one to give that a try!" he suggested. Emily however was still in the throes of her own cuntillary pleasure as John stood behind her, straddling her ass, his massive penis buried half in to her exposed pussy as he continued to pump himself in and out of her as Janice held onto Emily's clit with her lips, now sucking it as the thunderous orgasm began, literally turning Emily inside out. "God, she really knows how to have an orgasm doesn't she?" Amy admitted as she began putting on the harness before inserting the vibrating dildo. "I don't think I've heard or seen anyone cum as hard or as loudly as Emily does." David laughed, "You haven't been around my wife much then, especially when she has one up her pussy, and another up her ass and climaxes. Fuck...you don't know loud when she cums that way!" Nancy had been listening to David's comments, finally extricating herself from between Julie's legs now taking an interest as Amy prepared to give Cindy's own cunt a thorough workout. "You know what I'd really like to try," she began hotly. "Having you up my ass honey, while Amy here fuck's my cunt with that thing!" "God, I admit, I'd enjoy seeing that myself!" Cindy stated, letting Nancy know she was more than willing to defer her own pleasure for the moment, simply in order to see Nancy getting fucked by Amy's toy in one orifice, and David's cock in the other. "Count me in too!" John exclaimed, "but give me a second more here, I'm almost there!" he grimaced, his face screwing up as the pleasure quickly reached the peek. "Let us see you cum honey!" Amy pleaded. "Most everyone here has never seen that prick of yours when it really explodes!" she claimed looking towards the others as they nodded their heads in agreement. Most had heard of John's almost unnatural ability to throw what was more like coils of cum-ropes instead of just a few ribboned milky threads. "Oh yeah! And this is going to be a really good one too!" he advised everyone already beginning to remove his cock from Emily's now spent twat as she collapsed in a heap on the floor, though rolling away from Janice so she could enjoy and watch the show. Janice too sat up expectantly, her eyes along with everyone else's now focused on John's vein-bulged cock as it shook and spasimed. "Here...it...fucking...cums!" he screamed joyously. David wasn't at all surprised to see the first voluminous eruption of cum sky-rocket from the head of John's prick to arch easily three or four feet into the air before falling in a thick ribbon of spunk to splash against Emily's breasts. Almost immediately, Cindy, then Julie dove to the floor beside her where John somehow miraculously held off the second jettison of his cream, aiming it now more purposely, jacking out the next thick streamer to catch Julie full in the face, near blanketing one cheek entirely before hosing down one of Cindy's breasts. "Me! Me!" Amy called out kneeling down before her husband. "Only toss it down my throat!" she urged. Once again John was only too happy to oblige his wife, placing the head mere inches away from her wide-open mouth as he pumped his prick again, loosing yet another gyserous fountain of cum-cream that near filled her waiting mouth as the voluminous discharge exploded almost eerily from the mushroomed head of his pulsating prick. "Any left for me?" Nancy almost pouted beginning to approach. "Hell yes!" John smiled, "But stay right there," he told her. "I think I've got one more really good one left," he charged freezing Nancy in place. Pointing for a brief moment as though taking aim, he again cocked his prick giving it a couple of hard firm pulls, jacking it, then tightened his ass cheeks as though somehow further able to propel the streamer of cum. Amazingly, it appeared even more forceful than any of the others, crossing the distance of the room between where he stood, and where Nancy did a good six feet or more away. His screaming discharge flew from the head of his prick like a thunderbolt, a long thin streamer of flying jisim that caught Nancy squarely between the breasts, running a connected line of sticky gooey cum to attach itself there, falling almost perfectly against her chest, down to her naval before finally wadding up in a near perfect circle to cover the thin strip of pubic hair as though it had been placed there by a painter. "God damn John!" Larry admitted to himself as much as to everyone else. "I might have a slightly bigger cock than you do, but nobody, and I mean nobody can come like you do!" he honestly admired even as John continued to stand, still milking out traces of his semen into Julie's waiting mouth as she sat kneeling beneath him. "Speaking of which," Nancy stated returning back to Larry's still hard prick. "I still haven't seen you cum yet, and I think it's time that you gave me some of that," she said taking hold of his aching cock, wrapping her lips lovingly around the slightly thicker head than even John's cock had shown to have. Moments later, Larry was pouring his sweet cream down Nancy's throat much to her delight as well as everyone else's. "Looks like you're up David!" Emily announced walking over towards him. "So then...where would you like to give it to me?" she asked already knowing his answer. "I've been fantasizing about this all day," he admitted. "I want to pop my rocks deep inside that lovely velvet ass of yours," he told her even as she placed herself purposely on all fours, knowing full well that was exactly where she knew he'd tell her he wanted to. "Go for it baby! Fuck my sweet delicious ass then! And let me feel all that warm creamy juice pouring into it when you do!" she added lustily. David eased the head of his dick inside her tight passage, savoring the feel of her warmth, the heat of her inner walls as his cock began to slide inch by precious inch inside her. "That's it, slowly baby...don't shoot it off too soon, I know you want to, but I need you to fuck me, hard and fast before you do first!" he pleaded with him. "Just don't wear yourself out David!" Nancy laughed half-warning him. Remember, after you've had a chance to recover, you're going to be fucking me like that while Amy use's that toy of hers on me too!" Just imagining that was more than enough. "Fuck! Sorry Emily, but I gotta cum!" David cried out, feeling the first magnificent spurt begin to travel up the length of his shaft. "Then screw me David! Hard! Fuck my cunt hard damn you!" she cried out as David began to thrust deeply into her, his fingers digging into the fleshy cheeks of her ass nearly drawing blood in the process. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he wailed as the cream exploded from his prick filling her ass entirely. Exhausted for the moment, Amy retired to the bar to fix everyone something to drink. "I'm still horny!" Julie exclaimed. "Mind if Cindy and I try out that double vibrating dildo you showed us?" she asked. "Not at all! Be my guest!" Amy cried out from across the room. "I've actually been wanting to see how it works myself, but it would be damn fun to watch too! And...with a little luck, maybe it will rouse the three worn out amigo's over there!" she said pointing at the three men, all of who sat limp-dicked, though their facial expressions spoke otherwise. "Yeah, that might be damn exciting to watch!" Larry admitted, already beginning to fondle his flaccid member. Without any need or reason to lube up the long double-ended toy, Julie placed herself on the floor first, inserting the device as Cindy quickly moved into position across from her, their legs tangling over and under one another's. "Here, let me help with that!" Nancy said moving over to kneel by the two women. "You can help with a lot more than that if you want to!" Julie grinned, giving one of Nancy's breasts an affectionate caress. "I was planning on it," Nancy smiled back as she began inserting the other end of the toy inside Cindy's pussy. "How's that feel?" she asked as she took a much closer look to see just exactly how much of it Cindy had managed to take inside herself. Emily soon knelt on the other side across from Nancy. "Doesn't Julie have great nipples?" she commented, pulling on them. "Yes she does!" Janice added moving over to capture one of them between her lips. "You'd better hurry on over here Amy!" she called out. "We're going to need you here to play with some clitty's while we're sucking these tits!" she vulgarly explained. Cindy and Julie began to undulate upon the floor, though the toy was doing much of the work itself, rotating, vibrating as well as moving in and out of it's flexible sheath, making a very nice, though very slow fucking motion. "This thing go any faster?" Julie inquired, obviously impatient and well beyond the simple teasing the toy was currently giving her. Amy laughed. "Hell Julie, this thing as five speeds! But I think it will be fun to try them all one at a time so I can get a better understanding how this thing works so I can better sell it at my parties!" "Well go to number two at least then!" Julie urged fucking her cunt more rapidly than the toy was currently doing in some effort to further enhance the stimulation. "And someone, for God's sakes, pull on my nipples!" Emily loved pulling on a woman's nipples, probably better than anyone. She began stretching them upwards, twisting them though doing so gently with just enough pressure to keep it pleasurable, and not painful. "Oh shit yes! That's perfect Em, simply perfect!" she moaned, still rolling her ass from side to side pressing against the toy as it continued to worm in and out of her pussy. "That's nice Amy...but I'd still like to feel a lot more!" she pleaded. "How about you Cindy? You ready for another increase?" All Cindy could do was moan. Nancy was gently stroking her clit with the tip of her finger, spreading her pussy lips a part, using the free-flow of juice that began to pool there to further tease and stimulate her highly sensitive nubbin of pleasure. "God this is fucking hot!" Larry finally exclaimed unable to remain silent, though he along with John and David had been equally mesmerized watching the throng of women all touching and caressing one another before them on the floor. "Come on you dead-heads!" Julie suddenly called out to them. "Get over here and start stroking those pricks. I want to watch you make them hard while I get off on this thing!" she demanded. As one, John, David and Larry stood, walking over to form a semi-circle around the women, each one now purposely fisting his cock, enjoying the sensation of masturbating themselves while enjoying the lewd view of luscious naked flesh wantonly writhing upon the floor below them. "What if we come?" Larry asked curiously. "Then cum you fucker!" Julie cried out as Amy once again increased the intensity of the vibrating, now far more rapidly fucking, rotating toy. "I hope you fucking do too!" she cried out pleasurably. "And squirt it all over my body when you do!" "I gotta try this myself!" Nancy exclaimed, seeing the pure unadulterated pleasure now etched in both Cindy's as well as Julie's face as the women fought to maintain their sanity. "Getting close?" Amy questioned as she bent to lick, then draw one of Cindy's marble hard nipples between her lips. "Shit yes!" Cindy cried out even before Julie could. "Well don't yet!" Amy warned, I want to see how the highest setting feels, so let me know," Amy added finally switching the almost bouncing toy up to the highest setting. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" Julie began crying out over and over again. "Oh my God! I'm going to fucking...EXPLODE!" she screamed out with a near ear-piercing wail that took everyone by total and complete surprise. But it wasn't even that so much, as the sudden shocking release of female cum-cream that began squirting out of her pussy as though someone had hidden a large-sized water-canon somewhere inside her cunt. "Oh fuck yeah!" Larry cried out in wonder, watching the female ejaculate pouring forth in rich abundance as Julie's pussy continued to contract, hold, then seemingly expel a semi-milky white spray of female cum cream over and over and over again. Cindy soon joined her, crying out with sheer bliss as her own orgasm overcame her, causing her to reach down manually ripping the toy from out of her pussy do to the sheer intensity of it's pulsating purring madness. David had stood watching, as had John and Larry. But to his amazement, Larry's cock ballooned, he fisted it crying out, directing a rather decent cascade of sperm that fell near perfectly upon Julie's pussy, where she continued to hump herself deliriously against the toy, seemingly enjoying not multiple orgasms, but what almost appeared to be one incredibly long, long climax instead. Once again stepping away to sit back down on the couch, Larry did so as Emily moved in, tonguing Julie's still quivering pussy, beginning to lick up the goblets of Larry's cream that had splashed and splattered against her near bare pussy. "God I love eating this stuff!" she exclaimed happily, searching for and finding every streamer or droplet of Larry's prick cream that she could find. "You want to add to this?" Emily asked David hopefully. He was tempted, but finally quit fisting his own cock as had John. "Sorry Em, but I'm saving this one for the wife!" he said winking at her. "And after seeing this, I'm sure she's more than ready to experience a double-fucking right about now aren't you babe?" he asked turning towards her. He laughed, Nancy was already placing herself upon the floor in eager anticipation. "Come on Amy...time to fuck me you horny bitch!" she called out to her. "And fill my ass with that cock of yours too baby!" Masturbation Club: The Seminar Amy put on the harness and dildo, sliding beneath Nancy who quickly impaled herself on the thick stiff toy. "Oh!" she sighed pleasurably as the soft flexible prick filled her completely. She moved slowly allowing her pussy to better accommodate the shaft until her juices were coating it with her slick lubrications. "Ok honey, time to feel that cock of yours up my ass!" she exclaimed hotly. David first coated his prick with an abundance of KY jelly, taking a liberal amount of it with his finger, applying it to his wife's tight puckered ring. When she was well lubricated, he placed the tip of his prick at her opening, easing himself in until he felt her sphincter relax, accepting him before slipping even more of his length and girth inside. "Damn that feels nice!" "Yes, it does!" David responded barely moving, merely enjoying the feel and sensation of his wife's lovely ass sucking him in. "You ready for me to turn this thing on?" Amy asked anxiously. "Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! Go for it!" Most everyone had now crowded around to watch including Larry who'd managed to already recover as he ambled over looking down. Cindy stood by his side, her hand already reaching out to fondle his reawakened prick. Likewise, Emily stood beside John, fondling his massive cock and balls as was Julie who stood taking turns with her slowly stroking his member up and down with her hand, sharing the process with Emily who now began fingering her own pussy as they all continued looking on. Not to be left out, Janice knelt on the floor cupping and massaging both Nancy's breasts as well as Amy's, taking turns alternating between the two women as she pleasured their respective nipples, toying with them as the double-coupling began in Ernst. "God I wish I could do that!" John exclaimed. There was something to be said about having a prick that was simply too big, and though it had its advantages, it certainly had its disadvantages too. "How's that ass of hers feel anyway?" he asked lustily as Emily and Julie began frigging his prick up and down far more quickly as their own desires continued to grow. "Fucking great!" David looked up smiling, grinding his prick fully and deeply inside his wife's ass now as he rested himself against her upturned ass, straddling her balls deep with the sensation of the vibrating toy stimulating his own cock as Amy continued thrusting into Nancy beneath them. "You know Julie, what I'd like to do sometime is titty-fuck that wet juicy pussy of yours!" Julie grinned at Emily. "How about now?" she asked. "You go girl!" she added releasing John's prick, quickly placing herself down on the floor in close proximity to where David was. Emily let go of John's cock joining her. Suddenly John found himself standing alone, his rock hard cock sticking out in front of him like a javelin. "Come here John!" Cindy purred. "I'd be happy to take care of the both of you!" Curious, John stepped over to where Cindy and Larry were standing. Taking John's prick in her free hand, Cindy then knelt down on the floor between them. Placing the heads of each of the men's pricks together, Cindy began sucking and lapping at the two of them simultaneously. At first, Larry flinched as he realized her intentions. "Don't worry Larry, I promise...John's cock won't bite. Though maybe I will!" she added with an evil sneer. Larry relaxed as his prick came into contact with John's, but with Cindy's mouth teasing them both, he soon found the erotic sensation beyond what he could have possibly imagined. Emily had placed herself at an angle between Julie's wide-stretched legs. Holding one of her firm pliant breasts within her hand, she slowly used it to stroke up and down the sweet wet furrow of Julie's cunt. "Hmm, you like that?" Emily moaned. "You like the feel of my hard naughty nipple fucking your clit? You like the feel of my breast pressing against the lips of your pussy?" she continued to taunt. "Oh yes! Yes! That feels so fucking nice!" Julie purred as the sensation of Emily's firm breast continued to stroke the lips of her cunt, dancing against the hard swollen knob of her clit as Emily's nipple continued to tease pressing against it. "Fuck that's hot!" David exclaimed looking over, still slowly stroking in and out of his wife's velvet soft ass passage. "How's your pussy feeling baby?" he asked his wife who seemed to be in some other dimension of time at the moment. "What? Oh yes...good honey, feels good. Now shut up and just fuck me while I enjoy this!" she admonished him. "Janice? Why don't you come over here and let me suck that pussy of yours while Emily does this," Julie coaxed, urging Janice to come over and join them. She did so quickly, happy to finally have a tongue spearing her clit which Julie began doing almost immediately as Emily continued to rub her breast against Julie's quim, ever increasing the speed and friction as she did so, using Julie's wet succulent juices to smear additional pleasure and ecstasy against her being thumped upon clit. As far as Cindy was concerned, she'd gone all but mad with her own devilish devices. David watched in abject fascination as Cindy pulled, twisted often slapping the men's hard tools against one another before pulling one, then the other into her mouth sucking it furiously. "Holy shit!" Larry exclaimed more than once. "You can say that again!" John said calmly, sipping his drink as he watched the various spectacles taking place before him, occasionally glancing down to enjoy the erotic sensual pleasure that Cindy's wildness was bringing he and Larry. "She's gonna make me cum!" Julie announced a few moments later. Emily giggled. "Well after you do, you can do me like this then!" she told her. "I've always wanted to try this myself!" Julie did climax then, thrashing wildly against Emily's breast as Janice fell away from Julie's face to actually watch, interested as well in the soporific dalliance taking place. It was too much for Nancy to maintain her own sanity, turning to watch as Julie continued humping herself against Emily's milky-soft breasts. "Oh God! I'm cumming too!" she screamed. The exquisite sensation of Amy's fucking toy rotating and purring deep inside her passage as David's prick likewise stroked counter to that inside her ass. Feeling his own wife's explosion, David felt the cum-butter churn inside his shaft, loosing in a spearing white-hot fire of bliss as he began filling her ass with his cream. Julie and Emily had by now switched places, as had Janice. As Julie enjoyed the sensation of tit-fucking Emily's pussy, emulating as much as Emily had taught her, Janice was nearing the throes of her own orgasm at the expert tunneling of Emily's tongue. Cindy continued to jackhammer the two cocks she held in each hand, still moving back and forth between them, gnawing at the sensitive heads of their pricks as she strove towards forcing the release of their sperm against her face. "Come on you two cock-suckers!" she screamed at them. "Give it to me! Give me your fucking juice!" Larry stepped forward. The excitement of all he had witnessed and heard triggering yet another orgasm. Cindy now aware of the impending release turned his prick directly against her face, still coaxing him, urging him on to jettison his spunk against her. "That's it baby, squirt on me! Cover my face with your cream baby, give it to me!" Which is what Larry then did. Cindy continued to roll and rub Larry's spurting member against her cheek, feeling the hot liquid semen as it splashed against her in copious amounts, flicking her tongue at the spongy head, devouring his sperm as it continued to flow from his prick tip. "Somebody fuck me!" Cindy bellowed in delirious need seconds later. "I need to be fucked! And now!" John lifted her easily, raising her high into the air where he all but slammed himself into her as she settled perfectly, somehow gracefully upon the steel-like lance angled between his legs. The swift thrusting spearing of his prick inside her cunt, knocking at the door of her womb triggered the most powerful orgasm Cindy had ever known or felt before. She screamed once, passing out falling limp into John's arms as he continued thrusting inside her, feeling his own climax explode deeply against her cervix as he bathed her in yet another shower of cum. Long moments later, all was silent except for the heavy breathing of so many trying to recuperate, trying to regain some semblance of reason, harsh breaths only then returning to normal. "Ok you assholes! What about me?" Amy finally asked. # The seminar and workshops had been an arousing success with plans already in the works for next year. "You are planning on coming again aren't you?" Emily asked as she walked out to the limousines standing by to take everyone to the airport. David turned giving her a kiss. "I wouldn't miss it for the world!" he assured her. "And by the way, you're still planning on coming out for a visit this summer yes?" he reminded her. "Nancy and I have got some friends and neighbors we'd like you to meet." "I'm looking forward to it," she confirmed. "But I wanted to ask if it was all right if I brought my sister along with me when I came," Emily asked. "Sure! Hell Em, I didn't even know you had a sister." Emily grinned. "She's my twin sister, we look identical, even act identical in more ways than you could ever imagine." Which is exactly what David found himself doing as he thought of the possibilities. # End Masturbation Club It was way early yet. Robert with a W wasn't due to meet Mr. & Mrs. Limousine ride for well over an hour. Surprisingly, after the past evenings incredible experience, I hadn't found myself lacking in enthusiasm at all. Half expecting to be thoroughly, exhausted, satiated after my first experience, I was surprised when Mr. Morning Hard On went from being just that, to Mr. Ever-ready, my cock's evil twin. Mr. Ever-ready went back to Mr. Morning erection, which barely allowed me the ability to take a very needful piss. But the scalding hot shower, which quickly followed, relaxed everything back to a much more tolerable and normal state. As I stood under the pulsating spray, I began to wonder if what I had suddenly gotten myself into was such a good idea. After all, I had NO clue as to who these people were, not to mention the aspect of something getting entirely out of hand in which I would have no control over, was curiously troubling. Last night had definitely been somewhere along those lines. If the bar hadn't been as nearly deserted as it had been, and the few people inside not so inclined to participate or join in either, it could have ended up being pretty serious. All things considered, it turned out just right, and was pretty damned erotic, as I stood there beneath the hot spray thinking about it, my prick lurching as though in agreement with me. I made a mental note to be more specific about my requests in the future, asking a few more pertinent questions before agreeing to meet anyone else. After all, I still had three more appointments already paid for after Mr. and Mrs. Limousine of course, but I didn't want to put myself in any more uncertain situations either. I had already cleared my entire morning; whatever happened today wouldn't interfere with my real work or my other responsibilities. And although only an hour had been set aside for this morning's adventure, after last night, I knew anything was possible. Once again my prick stiffened in eager anticipation. "Down boy, lets not get a head of ourselves," I said speaking to it. "Who knows? Maybe we won't like these people? And then what?" My prick nodded happily however, having already decided that whatever lay ahead of us, he was more than willing and happy to go along with. I finished dressing, once again opting for wearing no underwear in the event of a hasty retreat, or more importantly, easier access, and went down to the coffee shop to have breakfast and await their arrival. As I had expected, the limo pulled up in front of the hotel at seven sharp. I immediately noticed the dark tinted windows, knowing without any doubt that as there was no way anyone could see inside. The driver met me almost immediately at the door as I walked up introducing myself. I'd already been informed that it would be the driver, and not whoever sat inside waiting for me that I would confirm my identity with. "I am Robert...with a W," I told him nervously. The Chauffeur acknowledged me with the briefest of smiles, promptly opening the door. I immediately stepped inside, taking the opposite seat across from where my un-as-yet-met companions sat looking and smiling at me. I noticed in that brief instant that we were completely sealed off from the driver's area up front. The sliding panel already in place, baring anyone from the front seat to be able to look into the expansive, elegantly furnished area of the limousine. I felt the car as it pulled away from the curb back out onto the street without any directions being given to the Chauffeur from the strangers still quietly sitting across from me. "You may call us John and Amy. Those are not our real names of course, but I find it far more awkward in situations such as these if we don't at least have something we can call ourselves," The man said. I noticed he was ruggedly handsome, obviously in his late fifty's perhaps very early sixty's, with stark white hair, not grey, closely cropped and neatly styled. He had a deep dark rich tan, and was wearing Tennis shorts along with a matching white Polo shirt which set his tan off all the more. The woman I'd been introduced to as Amy was dressed in similar attire. Though not nearly as tan as John was, she had a near flawless and much younger looking complexion. I judged her as being perhaps five to ten years younger than John, and perhaps even younger had it not been for those dark brown eyes, which belied the maturity of her age. She possessed not a shred of silver or grayness to her hair like John did, nor did she show the lines of middle age that one would normally have expected to see. Their demeanor was almost aristocratic, initially making me feel ill at ease, and once again questioning my sanity at having agreed to do any of this. For several long uncomfortable moments, they remained quietly studying me, and I them. Finally, Amy spoke in a voice that was deep, dark and lustfully sensual, adding a demure smile that seemed almost playful as though being a cat just having caught a canary. "I am sure you were told during the interview, that John," she said emphasizing the name, "is here merely as a spectator, unless of course you find yourself comfortable enough that at some point he be invited to join us." I simply nodded my head in acknowledgement to that, smiling briefly, still somewhat nervously as I glanced his way. Sensing this perhaps, John slid over to the far side of the bench seat that he and Amy had been sharing. It gave if nothing else, the appearance of separation between the three of us, added with the good four to five feet of space between the seat I was sitting on and theirs. Amy immediately began removing her clothing. I watched as she quickly removed her Polo shirt, pulling it off over her head in one swift fluid motion. I watched it fall in a heap on the floor as she playfully tossed it in my direction. I'd expected her to remove the sports-bra she'd obviously been wearing, but instead, she lifted her ass ever so slightly from off the seat, slipping the short tennis skirt she was wearing, tossing it towards me where it fell perfectly on top of her shirt. Amy now sat wearing only the sports bra, and a pair of thin lacy sheer-white panties. She began caressing her breasts, cupping each gently, thumbing and toying with her already extended nipples. I watched with growing arousal and excitement as her nipple's continued to harden and began pressing firmly, distinctly against the tightly stretched, very smooth fabric of the bra she was wearing. Mr. Ever-ready began to take notice of what she was doing to herself, alerting me to his interest by throbbing enthusiastically inside my pants. I glanced only briefly over towards John, and found him as captivated by what she was doing to herself as I was. She continued fingering her nipple's for a moment more, rolling them through the fabric until they were so hard, so firm; I thought they would actually find some way to tear through it. To my delight as much as Johns, Amy finally discarded the bra altogether, adding it to the rapidly growing pile of discarded clothing below me. Amy's breasts were capped by rosy-pinked colored areola's, unlike any I had ever seen before on any woman. Her small to medium sized breasts were well rounded, but not in a perky teenage way that one might have expected to see. No, these were definitely mature breasts, comfortably resting against her rib cage. And though they might have failed the pencil test, it wouldn't have been by much, which I found even more alluring, more sensual as I found my eyes hungrily glued to them. Amy continued to caress herself, now actually pinching, pulling on those twin-marbled nubbins. I was amazed at how freely, so uninhibitedly she was while playing and caressing herself. Amy was truly enjoying this, enjoying me, my expressions as she unabashedly caressed her breasts, lifting them up, massaging and kneading her pliant flesh. Just barely able to lift either upwards towards her mouth, Amy's tongue snaked out, tickling the nipple, all the while looking over towards me, almost smiling. "Am I getting you excited?" she asked unnecessarily glancing down towards the obvious bulge protruding inside my pants. Still looking at me, Amy slid her hand down towards the crotch of her panties. Pulling to one side the leading edge of her them, I watched one of her fingers disappear beneath the hem as she began lightly teasing and running a finger up and down her obviously wet slit. The crotch of them having already darkened with moisture as she began fingering her pussy, periodically lifting a finger to suck it, tasting her own juices. Moments later, Amy stretched the material of her silk panties even further off to one side, fully revealing the exquisite pink flesh of her lips. Again, she ran her finger smoothly up the near hairless furrow, pausing briefly at the shinny pink knob that protruded invitingly. She began to circle the surface of her clit with her finger, teasing it, licking her lips as though hungry to have a tongue flicking it instead. At that point, she stopped touching and playing with herself, allowing the lacy white panties to once again cover her moist wet pussy. "You don't get to see any more of me, until I get to see more of you," she said in that near hypnotic sensual voice of hers. In my mind, I had erased John. Even peripherally, I didn't notice him sitting there any more. I was so focused, so caught up in the mesmerizing display of Amy's self-teasing, that's all that mattered as I admirably continued staring at her exposed breasts. "Well?" Her question jumpstarted my reaction, I wanted very much to see more of that delicious looking pussy. I hurriedly reached down unzipping myself. "Don't just take it out," she breathed huskily, "Take your pants off. All the way off. I want to see your cock fully and completely...including your balls." I was suddenly glad I'd decided against wearing any underwear, which by the expression on Amy's face as I quickly struggled out of my pants, she was delighted to see as well. Stepping out of them, I kicked them over into the corner, now sitting in front of her my hand shyly concealing the fullness of my erection. "Spread your legs for me," she commanded. "And remove your hand, I want to see you...all of you," she said lustily. I quickly did as I was told, resting my hands down onto either side of the seat, spreading my legs apart though I felt somewhat self-couscous in having done so. "Hmm, I like a man who shaves his balls," she grinned once again licking her lips. "I like how they look, I like how smooth feeling they are when I suck them inside my mouth." My cock twitched. Amy giggled. "Do that again, make it move for me without using your hands," she prompted. Mr. Ever-ready was happy to oblige, throbbing excitedly, even giving her an additional treat as he expelled a tiny droplet of pre-cum that ran down the side of his head. "Very nice, again!" she prompted, her fingers moving back towards her crotch, once again slipping beneath the hem of her damp panties. Once again my cock twitched, another droplet of lube oozing out of tip to run down the other side of my cock head. Giddily, she laughed, fingering her pussy as I now heard for the first time the sounds of her succulent pussy becoming frothy-liquid with her finger teasings. "Ok, now gather up all that juice you've been creating and rub it around the head of your prick for me," she stated pulling her crotch off to one side so I could again see the depths of her split. I began doing that, enjoying the sensation of my own pearly juice as it coated the head of my cock with a pleasurable silky soft titillation that produced even more of the steadily increasing liquid. Before I was even aware of it, Amy moved off the seat, down onto the floor, crawling towards me on her hands and knees. Her cute firm breasts swaying as she slowly approached, looking every bit the tigress that I was beginning to suspect that she was. Without using her hands, she ever so lightly nipped, then licked the very tip of my swollen penis. Forcing a part Mr. Ever-ready's tiny little eye-slit, Amy tongue-fucked it for a moment gathering up the pearl drops that had begun forming in a much more steady stream. "Hmm." she groaned. "I love licking up pre-cum," she purred throatily. "Squeeze it for me," she stated, watching me as I did, watching my cock producing yet another sliver of near clear liquid fluid that dribbled out of the tiny eye-slit of my cock, running down and along side my shaft. For the first time, she actually touched me with her hand, milking my prick, enjoying the slick lubrication which she immediately began making noises with as she sat on the floor before me, jacking me off. "So, can John play with himself while he watches us? He really enjoys seeing me doing this," continuing to slowly pump my prick up and down with her hand. "And, it makes me even more excited when he can," she added suggestively. "Sure," I near drooled. "No Problem." And though I heard movement somewhere off in the corner, I was too focused on the pleasure that her dainty hand was bringing me. Amy wasn't just jacking my cock up and down; she was doing everything and more that I had often done to myself during one of my more lengthy masturbatory sessions. Amy alternated, first palming the head, then twisting the shaft with her other hand, slowly then quickly jacking the sensitive skin up and down. Forming a circle with her fingers, just easing them over the head as though sucking me with her lips. The juicy sounds she was making only added to the erotic atmosphere being created there inside the limo. Somehow I managed to pry my eyes open, glancing down towards her, wanting to see as well as feel the incredible job that her hand was giving me. When I did, I saw her looking directly into my eyes. She gave me two long slow strokes, then two quick ones, forcing me to catch my breath unexpectedly. "You like that huh?" she teased wickedly, doing it again before I could even answer. "Fuck yes," I finally groaned, watching her, feeling her hand as it traveled slowly up my shaft, once again squeezing the head before sliding back down my shaft with a palm full of fresh lubricant. She slow stroked me again, then quicker. I looked directly at her, grinning. Which is when she hand-slapped my prick, sending a pain-pleasured sting coursing through it. Catching me by complete and total surprise, I had neither expected it, nor anticipated it. And though it stung a little, it felt incredibly nice as her hand eased itself slowly back down my shaft where she soon cupped, fondling my balls. Lulling me into a false sense of security, she caressed my shaft, lightly teasing it still toying with my ball-sack, until seeing my eyes close. "Slap!" "Fuck!" I nearly screamed out that time as her hand once again slapped the hardness of my prick, once again causing that same stinging sensation that surprisingly felt even better that time than the first. She slapped my cock rapidly several times in quick succession, leaving it to throb angrily for several moments afterwards as she actually released it, standing up. I wondered then what she was up to as she balanced herself by placing the palms of her hands against the roof of the car. Her panties were totally and completely soaked. Her pussy had all but sucked in the fabric of her lace panties as they had near disappeared up inside her. Standing directly above me now, Amy lowered herself, rubbing her wet crotch up and down my super sensitive shaft. The smoothness of the material, coupled with her slippery moisture was exquisitely pleasurable. I fisted my prick, holding it steady for her as she slithered up and down against it. "John," she said. "Can you see his cock sliding up and down against my pussy?" For the first time since any of this began, I saw John as he came into view, coming over to sit down beside me on the bench seat. Only then did I realize that he too had removed his tennis shorts and underwear. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed in abject surprise. This guy was a Cock Adonis! Never before in my entire life had I seen a prick the size of this one before. It was huge! I had seen large pricks before, often enjoying an X-rated movie or two, but in all my life, I had not honestly ever seen a prick as big as his was. "Yes. He is pretty big isn't he?" Amy stated, saying the obvious. "I think that's an understatement! Just how big is it anyway?" I found myself actually asking her. For the first time in quite a while I actually heard John laugh. "You'd be surprised how many times I've heard that," he said grinning proudly. "It's nearly fourteen inches, but its four and a quarter inches in diameter as well." Even I had to admit I was impressed. As big around as my wrist, not to mention the incredible length, I couldn't imagine 'Amy' as she was calling herself being able to handle it. As though reading my mind, she spoke. " Obviously for a woman my size, and believe me, I've managed to accept a few sizeable cocks in my life time, John's is one that I've never been able to accommodate very comfortably. Which is one of the reasons we got involved with the 'Club' to begin with. Most of what we do is manual, aside from a little oral stimulation, which is still next to impossible to perform on him either. Whenever any of the women we get with see it, they at first drool over the size of it, quickly shunning from doing anything more than either playing with it, or simply knobbing the head. So don't feel so inadequate sitting here. Trust me, John often wishes that his prick was more normally sized! I had been sitting there feeling rather intimidated, my prick actually softening to some degree before Amy told me about John's obvious handicap in being so fucking large. "Now then, enough about John's cock...where were we anyway?" she stated suddenly removing her panties. I was surprised when after she'd removed them that she wrapped them about my prick, stroking me quickly back to a fuller hardness since I'd lost it momentarily while struggling through a bout of penis envy. Amy now crawled into the seat between John and I, tucking her legs beneath her as she all but lay her head in my lap, still using the soft silky, very wet panties she'd been wearing, to masturbate my cock with. Situated as she was, I reached down easily locating her pussy. Feeling my fingers searching her out, Amy opened her legs sufficiently to allow them to easily slip inside her. I was soon reveling in her heat and moisture as her cunt literally sucked at my probing digit as I continued to stroke her, while she in turn continued teasing and stroking me. Soon after Amy slid back off the seat until she was kneeling before me on the floor of the limo. Reluctantly, I allowed my finger to be pulled from her cunt as she repositioned herself. John also moved, coming around behind her where he placed his oversized prick across her ass laying slightly at an angle. With her left hand, Amy continued fondling and playing with me. With her right, she reached back behind herself in order to grasp John's Python-like prick. I noticed as she did that, her hand could not even come close to encircling it as she began massaging him, which is about all she really could do in that position. With her breasts so easily accessible now, I reached down taking one in each hand. I loved the sensation of rolling her taut nipples between my fingers, pulling and twisting on them gently while she continued doing things to my cock I didn't know had even been invented yet. "Hmm, that feels good," she cooed contentedly. "Pinch them harder, pull them away from my breasts and hold them there!" she urged me hotly. "Paybacks a bitch," I thought suddenly and delightedly. Masturbation Club I flicked her stiff nipple with my finger. Hard. I felt her flinch, but she simply moaned, stroking me even harder. Amy half-stood now, still crouching with John still kneeling behind, using his tree-trunk of a cock to slap against her ass with. "Pinch them again!" she screamed at me. So I did, harder this time, almost fearful that I was squeezing them too hard, yet as I did, Amy groaned deeply while the "slap, slap, slap," of John's prick beating against her ass echoed through the interior of the car. "Finger-fuck me!" she now urged me. "God...stick your finger inside my cunt and finger it!" she wailed deliriously. I impaled her roughly with two fingers, soon adding a third. With nearly my entire fist embedded inside her, I began slamming my hand nearly as hard as I could while she likewise stroked my cock, matching me thrust for thrust, jerk for jerk. Amy's cunt was free flowing at this point, the frothy cream she'd created appearing in abundance, and making the wettest, sloppiest sounds I had ever heard come from a woman's cunt before. In seconds, Amy was jerking and thrashing herself against me screaming wildly as she came. I wondered briefly if the Chauffer had heard that. He must have. Even back here the sound of Amy's scream was high pitched and ear-piercing. Slowly she calmed down, once again settling into her teasing, titillating manipulation of my more than ready to cum, needing to cum, pulsating prick. She began talking dirty to me, something I loved to hear a women do anyway. She told me how good my cock felt to her. How she loved the softness of my velvety cock-knob. "Do you like what I'm doing?" she asked. "Oh yes!" "How about this?" As she changed the pressure, the stroke, or the force of her grip on my cock. "Oh fuck yes," came the reply. "That feels really good, I'm getting close now!" I added. At that moment, John came around sitting down next to me. Kneeling between us, Amy began jacking our cocks off simultaneously. Obviously, she'd had plenty of practice having done this before. "You enjoying this John?" she asked lovingly. "You about ready to give me some of your delicious cum-cream too?" "Oh fuck yes!" he moaned glancing down at her still busy hand as my own climax neared closer and closer. "Tell me when baby," she said leering at him. "I want to catch each and every drop of your delicious cum juice!" "Now! Fucking now!" he cried out a second or so later. Amy quickly placed the fat angry head of John's cock at her mouth. I watched a flood of gushing sperm suddenly explode from his larger than life prick as Amy made some attempt at encompassing the head of his dick, an impossibility of course. The amount of spunk that John shot inside her mouth was astounding, certainly more than I had ever see any man's prick ever discharge before. The onrush of thick musky cream was too much for her to contain of course, dribbling down the corners of her mouth, falling on her breasts as well as her tummy as she continued to suck-stroking him to completion. Seeing this was too much for me to stand. I arched my back, uncaring wherever my flying cum was about to land or fall. Amy turned feeling the first spurt land against her breasts, watching with renewed interest as jettison after jettison of spunk landed in her hair, her breasts, face, and even some of which I watched land across John's own cock which Amy still continued softly milking the last traces of his own orgasmic delight. Exhausted, spent. I collapsed back onto the seat of the limousine. I felt more than saw Amy and John both gather up their clothing and move back to their side of the car. I opened my eyes just as John pressed the intercom. "Home James," he said. I laughed. I mean it was funny, but wasn't funny all at the same time. Maybe his name really was James for all I knew. "You'd better hurry up and get dressed," Amy smiled saying. "We'll be back at your hotel any moment now." I quickly redressed, barely finishing zipping up my zipper when suddenly the car came to a halt. Moments later, James stood holding open the door for me. If he knew what had been going on, he certainly didn't give any indication of it. His face was just as expressionless as it had been when I first saw him. "To the club now James," I heard John tell the Chauffer from inside the car. "To the Masturbation Club?" I asked myself as I headed up the steps to the hotel door. "I wonder if they play with Masturbation rackets." I said stupidly to myself. I didn't care though...I felt good. And was already looking forward to my next adventure. # Masturbation Club - Chapter Three By: Thesandman I didn't hear anything from Emily at the club for nearly two days. But I didn't mind that so much. It gave me a chance to catch up on some much-needed rest, and to finalize a few projects I'd been working on. I had just gotten back to the hotel, entered my room, and saw the message light flashing on the telephone next to my bed. I smiled listening to the message that had been left for me, and called Emily. "Masturbation Club, this is Emily." "Emily, this is David, I got your message," I began. "Oh hi David!" she said enthusiastically. "Sorry it's taken so long getting back to you, but I've been working on a couple of really good possibilities. And, I wanted to let you know that we've received some very positive comments with regards to your participation in the club. Although you're a 'new-bee' as we call our first time clients, I think I have a couple of really exciting options for you if your interested in hearing about them." I told her that I was pretty open to just about anything, but would definitely want to have a few more details before making a commitment. That, and I had one other question for her. "I don't mind telling you, I'm a little surprised that these encounters are only twenty bucks a pop," I said curiously. Emily laughed. "Yeah, we get asked that a lot. The reason being is, the charges are strictly to pay for administrative costs. None of the participants receive a dime for any of this. They're strictly in it for the fun and excitement, all volunteer. Which keeps things legal for one thing, and for another, since we're not using 'professionals', our membership consists of every day people, some influential yes, but people just like you and me." "Ok, that makes sense then I guess," I told her. "So...tell me about these other two options." "Well, I've got a husband and wife team," she began. "But they normally see only other husband and wives together. It just so happens that we've got a special situation that's developed with a businesswoman that's in town just for this evening. It's dinner, drinks, and then the four of you can take it from there if your interested. Our couple has agreed to meet with the two of you, even though you're not a married couple. I've already spoken to the other woman who would more or less be your date for the evening. She's fine with the set-up if you are." "Sounds good to me, I don't see a problem with that. In fact, it sounds like a lot of fun!" I admitted excitedly. "Good, I'll contact everyone and let them know it's a go," Emily said enthusiastically. "The second one I have for you to think about is a little more involved. And again, because you are new to our service, I normally wouldn't be making you this offer at this time. However, since you won't be in town much longer, and because we have received such a great response, I thought I'd offer it to you anyway." Emily explained to me that it involved a group of participating partners, and clients that were periodically contacted for larger group type activities. There was a very secretive access that was pretty involved in even getting inside the establishment where the special parties were arranged. Normally limited to Club Partners, and long time participating clients, she felt that offering this opportunity to me might also give me a chance to consider joining on as a life-time member, if after going I was still interested. Admittedly, after having listened to the finer details, I told her to go ahead a book me for the upcoming weekend. It was something to look forward to before wrapping things up here and heading back home again. In the meantime, I had a dinner engagement to go to this evening. I had a date, 'no date' partner who would basically only be there for the same reasons I would be. I didn't really know what to expect, but the idea of being with three strangers, all of who where going to be there for the same reasons as I was, was strangely appealing. I took a cab and arrived at a surprisingly exclusive downtown restaurant, which was located on the top floor of well-known hotel. I couldn't imagine much of anything being able to take place in a setting such as this, figuring that the dinner and drinks part would be more of a getting acquainted period of time before any activities actually took place. " Where ever that may be," I thought The Maitre d' quickly escorted me to my table. The husband and wife team were already there waiting. My companion however had not yet arrived, but I was early. "How do you do?" I said introducing myself. "My name is Arnold with a Q," still feeling a bit silly with this coded introduction I was asked to give them. I received a knowing smile from the foxy looking brunet who remained seated. Her husband however, stood in greeting shaking my hand as he introduced themselves. "You may call us Pete and Jackie," he announced. Clearly making it evident that these were not their real names. We'd been seated near a large window overlooking the city. I immediately noticed that though a few other tables held customers, no others had been seated anywhere's close to where we were. Pete saw my curious look as I glanced about the room, once again turning to face them smiling nervously. "You might be interested in knowing this as I don't know how much Emily has told you. But we have several very prominent, influential members associated with the club. As such, many of them have certain contacts with the various hotels, clubs and restaurants throughout the city. Whenever an adventure has been planned, certain arrangements are made, such as this one. In that way, we're given some assurance of privacy without necessarily detracting away from the excitement of the 'danger' from being in a public place." I nodded my head in understanding, feeling a little more comfortable. Obviously we'd been given special seating so as to enjoy our 'special' evening together, yet...there was the normal flow of regular customers to the restaurant that kept the excitement of meeting like this in public an ongoing thrill. Admittedly, it really was exciting wondering what if anything would take place in a setting such as this. I could only guess, but Pete and Jackie appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties. Pete had salt and peppered colored hair with only faint traces of silver coursing through it. He also had what my wife would call "Bedroom-eyes". I noticed as I shook his hand, that he had a slight bump on his nose. Obviously it had been broken at one time or another, but rather than detract from his rugged handsomeness, it seemed to add character to it, also accentuating his deep piercing blue eyes. When he'd stood, I realized he was slightly taller than I was, judging him to be slightly over six feet. Jackie, though she remained sitting, was a very alluring and darkly sensual looking woman. Her dark hair was cut short but attractively styled. The dress she was wearing was cut extremely low in a plunging 'V' neckline that gave hint of two very full soft rounded breasts. She had a near alabaster white complexion, which contrasted extremely well with her dark hair and the deep blue nearly black dress she was wearing. But it was her smile that was most captivating, even more alluring than her attire. "We're so glad that you were able to join us," she said, ending with that smile I had just fallen in love with. Pete had already ordered an expensive bottle of wine, asking me if I would like a glass. I did. As he poured the wine, Jackie caught my attention quite unexpectedly with a very frank question. "Are you comfortable enough to masturbate in front of strangers?" she asked simply, flashing me that fucking smile. I guess I shouldn't have been as shocked or as surprised as I was by her question. After all, that was one of the reasons we were all here in the first place. "Actually, I am pretty new to it," I responded a bit shyly. "Masturbating? Or meeting strangers to masturbate in front of?" she teased wickedly. At least the ice was broken. I laughed at her comment, feeling the tension immediately drain along with my nervousness. Especially when she shifted in her seat, nearly exposing one of those delicious looking breasts. Obviously they had done this sort of thing before. Jackie was certainly comfortable with herself, treating me almost immediately as though we'd been friends for a long time. Her boldness was not only refreshing, but her flirtatiousness was extremely erotic and very, very sensual. Once again, Jackie caught me off guard however. "In case you haven't noticed, I have been playing with myself ever since you arrived." Only then did I actually take notice of the fact that her hand had indeed remained under the table outside of my view. She lifted it a second later presenting it to her husband. I watched Pete briefly inhale the aroma that lingered on her fingers as he sniffed them, reminding me how he'd done similarly when first opening and checking out the wine. Only then did he delicately slip her extended middle finger between his lips, sucking it. "Hmmm. You taste particularly naughty tonight!" he complimented. "I am really looking forward to this evening!" he added looking over towards me. Jackie ran her tongue over her lips, winking at me. "Ah. Our other guest has arrived!" Pete exclaimed, turning both Jackie and mine attention back towards the entryway. Once again the Maitre 'd arrived. The red headed woman he'd escorted to our table smiled, thanked him, waiting momentarily for him to depart before introducing herself. I had already stood holding out her chair for her to sit down in. "I'm sorry I'm so late," she announced apologetically. "But my Taxi was late in picking me up!" More easily than I had done, she introduced herself as Sharon with a Y, nodding towards me as she accepted her seat making herself comfortable, extending her hand towards Pete who was also standing. I had to smile now being on the receiving end of such an introduction finding all this password, code stuff to be both exciting as well as exhilarating in a strange sort of way. No doubt about it, sitting here with three total strangers who obviously made a practice of getting together for the express purpose of masturbating together, especially under these pretenses, was like something out of an X-rated James Bond movie. Even as I introduced myself, I couldn't help saying what I said as I introduced myself to the fiery looking redhead. "Q. ", I said. "Arnold, with a Q." Everyone laughed at the more than obvious reference especially after quickly explaining how all this secret code name stuff sounded so funny whenever someone was required to introduce themselves. The woman who had called herself Sharon was petite. If she was an inch or two over five feet I would have been surprised. Sharon had ample breasts however especially for her small frame. As she removed the evening jacket she was wearing, I noticed almost immediately that she was braless. Sharon was wearing an elegantly styled golden-mesh top. I was delighted at both its simplicity, as well as the obvious courage it took wearing something quite so revealing out in public. Both of her perky small breasts peeked tantalizingly through the chain mail like material of the lightweight covering. Both nipples were prominent, hard almost chocolate brown in color, thereby highlighted even more significantly in contrast to the mesh that barely if at all, covered them. Sharon's thick mane of hair cascaded down on both sides of her perfectly sculptured face, teasingly resting atop both breasts. Her eyes were the lightest blue I had ever seen, with lips so full and sensual that I wanted to kiss them almost immediately. "This was going to be one hell of an evening!" I thought silently to myself. And as though to confirm that very point, Jackie then made a request of her husband. "Pete? Would you be so kind as to exchange places with our Mr. Q here for a moment? I want to play with his cock a little before dinner arrives." It was obvious to me, and perhaps everyone else, that Jackie was the one in charge here and would no doubt be directing the activities throughout the evening. Which was certainly fine by me. As Pete and I stood to switch places, Jackie turned towards Sharon. "And you, I am saving for desert!" she announced suggestively causing Sharon to smile just as wickedly back at her. "Good. I was hoping that you might. But only for desert?" "Fuck!" I thought to myself. This was better than I could have ever imagined. Jackie laughed. "With titties as pretty as yours are, I assure you, I plan on sampling both of them, and a lot...lot more!" Once again Sharon joined the banter giggling. "I wouldn't mind seeing your tits either!" she said reaching up to thumb each of her hard firm nipples. "Are they as sensitive as mine are?" she questioned. "Oh yes, very much so!" To my surprise, Jackie actually removed one of her breasts showing us all her beautiful well-rounded breast with incredibly large fat nipples. Easily within reach, Sharon extended her hand, fingering the hard nubbin of flesh momentarily causing Jackie to moan contentedly. "Hmm, that feels good. I can hardly wait to feel you sucking them too!" she added. Having exchanged places with Pete, I saw that we would have ample warning of anyone approaching our table. Obviously they had planned this particular seating arrangement for that very reason. Jackie now turned her attention back towards me. I noticed that her breast remained fully exposed, not having bothered to replace it back inside her dress. "Scoot over closer to me," she said. I did so, and moments later, felt her fingers deftly unzipping my fly. Although I had chosen to wear boxer shorts this time, freeing my erect cock from the confines of my pants and then my shorts was no major obstacle for her. "How is it?" Pete asked her. Once again, I was a little taken aback by the open and casual way Pete and Jackie conversed with one another about the naughty little activities taking place amongst us. "Very nice," she stated. Speaking to her husband almost like I wasn't even there or aware of what she was doing to me. Which was of course was far from the truth. "He has a nice hard cock," she went on explaining to everyone. And If I thought Jackie had an interestingly lusty smile on her face earlier, it was nothing in comparison to the one, which I now saw on Sharon's beautiful rosy-red flushed face. I couldn't see whatever it was that Pete was doing, but by Sharon's expression, she too was being petted in some way. She was near glassy-eyed as she sat watching, listening to Jackie's play-by-play commentary as she sat caressing my cock. "It's a good thing I took it out when I did. He's got juice leaking out of the top of his cock like a sieve!" Jackie played with me, squeezing my prick until she'd produced even more lubricant before palming the head of my cock with her hand. "Right now I'm using it to coat the crown of his cock with. It's nice and slippery, just the way yours gets Pete when I play with you this way. Can you hear this?" she questioned causing everyone to suddenly listen more closely to what it was she was doing. Masturbation Club Still jacking my cock, the sounds of my squishy, frothy juice was easily heard as she played with my prick, making as much noise as she possibly could in doing it. "I'm looking forward to doing that myself!" Sharon chimed in. "Oh yes, I'm sure Pete is too! I bet his poor hard cock is just aching to be played with right about now, Isn't it honey?" Jackie asked him. "You can fucking believe it!" Pete stated. "And I'm looking forward to finger-fucking the two of you simultaneously too!" he added. "Hmm," Sharon moaned with half closed eyes. "That sounds like fun. I'm looking forward to that. "And, I'm looking forward to feeling a cock in each one of my hands," she stated turning her attention back towards me. I had said very little if anything. The erotic banter-taking place back and forth amongst the three of them was extremely arousing. Not to mention the slow delicate hand strokes I was still receiving under the table. It was at that moment that I looked up and saw a waiter bringing our first dinner course. I expected Jackie to straighten up, moving away. Instead, she reached over, removing the dinner napkin, and promptly placed it in my lap over my swollen erection instead. She had stopped stroking me, but her hand remained firmly affixed to my cock, even as the waiter began setting our salad's down in front of us. She still affectionately squeezed it however, milking the head of my dick, which she held between two of her fingers. Once again I felt a pearl of juice escape from my cock, which she used to tweak the spongy head of my prick with. "Would you care for any pepper?" The waiter asked holding the pepper grinder near by. Sharon snickered while looking towards Jackie. "On this?" she said yanking the napkin away from my lap. "Heavens no! It might make me sneeze!" she said easily. The waiter nearly dropped the pepper grinder, then grinned at Jackie as she recovered my semi-dwindling erection. "Don't forget to come by the table before we go," Jackie said grinning at him. "I'll give you a nice little tip then," she said once again baring her breast. He grinned at her even wider than he had been. "Enjoy your salads. I'll return shortly with your dinners," he said walking away. I was about to comment on Jackie's little prank, though at the moment words failed me, when Jackie turned back towards Sharon. "Are you wearing any panties?" she asked her. "No. Why?" "Because I'd like you to finger yourself for us a little. Make your pussy as wet as possible so we can actually hear those juices." I was having trouble concentrating on my salad. Jackie's hand had gone back to stroking my prick while she actually began eating her first course. "Are you playing with it then?" Jackie asked her. "Oh my yes," she breathed. "I wish I could see it," she frowned. "But I am starting to hear it!" Fact was, we all could. Her movements were obvious enough. Sharon had placed one hand on the table, not even touching her food. The other was down between her legs, working her very wet slit with rapid fingerings of her pussy that had begun to make the most delicious erotic sounds. "Let Pete have a taste dear," she told her. I watched as Sharon lifted her hand to him as though he were to take it and kiss it in formal greeting. Once again, he took the moment to smell her aroma, gingerly licking the tips of her fingers instead of kissing the back of her hand as I had almost expected him to do. "Ah yes," he announced to everyone. "She has very sweet, very lovely tasting pussy juices." "Why thank you," Sharon replied coquettishly. "I'm looking forward to your enjoyment of them more fully." With the first course out of the way, once again we played musical chairs. I had no idea what the waiters might have been thinking. Every time one of them came back to take and replace our dinner ware, it seemed we had moved and rearranged our seating arrangements. It was an interesting thought, and I wondered if they suspected or even knew. One rather attractive waitress had in fact seemingly glanced down at one point when I knew that Sharon was busily playing with Pete's cock after Jackie and I had once again exchanged places with them. "Do you think she knows?" I asked somewhat worriedly. "Oh, I'm positive she does," Sharon stated. "I purposely kept Pete's cock out that last time so she could see what I was doing to it. I know she got an eyeful that last time!" "She nearly got just that!" Pete added playfully. "One or two more strokes of your hand there Sharon, and she most certainly would have!" We all laughed at Pete's remark, while waiting for the arrival of our dessert. "If you'll excuse us for a moment?" Jackie mentioned. "We're going to the little girls room. I want to play with my desert in there for a moment. We'll be right back." With that having been said, Sharon and Jackie stood as Pete and I held their chairs. Watching the two attractive women head off towards the bathroom, I turned back towards Pete. "So, where are we off too next? "We own a small boat near here," Pete answered. "I thought we'd spend the rest of the evening enjoying ourselves there. We can really get down to business then," he added with a mischievous smile. "I've nearly cum twice now as it is. And I'm ready to shoot a nice thick load all over Sharon's pretty cunt. Speaking of which, how are you doing anyway?" "You ever hear the term blue balls? Pete roared with laughter. "Well I've certainly got a pair. Jackie's been driving me nuts most of the evening. When she spooned some of those mashed potatoes into that napkin and used them to jerk me off with, I damn near gave her some gravy to go along with them!" Once again Pete laughed. "Yeah, she always has enjoyed playing with her food!" "Ah...they're coming back!" I informed him, spotting the women heading back our way. "Make sure you leave our pretty little waitress a nice tip," Jackie told Pete. "And the other waiters too. They've all been very attentive to us this evening and deserve something a little extra special." Pete picked up the check, which was another unexpected surprise, and we soon left the restaurant. It was a short quick drive down to the wharf where Pete said they birthed their boat. It was more like a miniature yacht however as we pulled up to the pier where it was docked. "Shit Pete, this isn't no boat, it's a fucking mansion on water!" I exclaimed. We quickly descended a short flight of stairs down in what could only be described as the largest bedroom I'd ever seen before aboard a ship, which this was. It was spaciously furnished with rich mahogany styled 'sea-going' furniture. A well stocked bar stood at one end of the room, a comfortably styled couch, and an enormously wide comfortable looking bed. "Everyone, please make yourselves comfortable," Jackie announced. And in keeping with her uninhibited true form and nature, she immediately began to peel off the low cut black evening gown she had been wearing. In seconds, she was completely naked. It'd been all she had been wearing all evening long. Stepping out of her dress, she moved over to help Sharon untie her gold meshed halter-top. "I've been dying to play with her titties all evening," Jackie stated doing just that. The moment Sharon's top came undone and slithered off her arms, Jackie quickly cupped both of Sharon's perky breasts and stood there caressing them. Both Pete and I removed our own clothing while watching the two women caressing and touching one another. By this time I was horny enough to feel totally comfortable standing here in my all-togethers with my prick full, hard, and still painfully aching. Pete followed his pointing prick over to the bar to fix us all drinks. I quickly sat down in the couch just a few short feet away from where the two girls stood, now fingering one another's cunts. Sharon was indeed a true redhead. Her neatly trimmed pubic patch was the exact same color as the hair on her head. I had wondered briefly about that. And now I knew. Jackie on the other hand had obviously completely shaved her pubic hair off. She was as bald as the day she'd been born. But then again, I liked a bare pussy too. "She's sopping wet!" Jackie announced gleefully. "You're really going to enjoy playing with this Pete," she told her husband. "Sharon has the sloppiest pussy I've ever had the pleasure of fingering!" Taking the drinks he'd just made, Pete handed one out to each of us taking a seat on the couch next to where I was sitting. Sharon came over to kneel down on the floor before him, and I watched as she fished an ice-cube out of her glass, and began running it up and down the length of his rigidly hard cock. "Feel good?" she questioned playfully. "Fucking cold is what it feels," Pete said gritting his teeth. "But yeah, it feels good too!" he added a second later. Jackie soon joined Sharon on the floor sitting next to her and began doing the same thing to me. The feel of cold ice against my heated prick was a mixture of pleasurable torture and exquisite pain. Pete leaned forward cupping and playing with Sharon's breasts as she continued teasing him with her hand as well as the rapidly melting ice-cube. Taking another sip of his drink, he captured a piece of ice from it, once again leaning forward, only this time he sucked one of Sharon's nipples into his mouth and began treating her to the same cold foreplay she'd been giving to him. "Oh yes! Suck my tits like he's doing with hers!" Jackie commanded me. "I want to feel that!" I quickly sat my drink down on a nearby table after mouthing an ice-cube. Jackie soon straddled my lap giving me easier access to her luscious breasts, where I began tonguing, teasing those incredibly hard nipples of her with the ice. I flicked them firmly yet slowly with my tongue. Periodically capturing one or the other with my lips and then gently sucking or chewing on her extended tit flesh which had the hoped for affect. Jackie was moaning pleasurably, reaching behind herself to fondle my prick, which now rested comfortably against the crack of her ass. Jackie began pumping and squeezing my cock with those expert strokes she'd perfected while I dined on the "twins" as she'd earlier referred to her breasts. As I did, I could hear the rapidly increased and excited breathing-taking place over where it became evident that Sharon was approaching the first of what would become many orgasms that evening. By now Sharon was standing with Pete having moved around behind her. He was cupping one breast toying with her nipples, while his other hand busily fingered her more than slippery cunt. "Oh my. Is she going to cum standing like that?" Jackie hoped. "I think so," Pete said grinning. "It sure feels like it, her pussy is pure liquid and she's quivering like mad!" "Are you Sharon?" Jackie pressed, "Are you going to cum soon for us? Are you going to flood Pete's hand with your juices so we can hear them and see them?" she urged her. "Finger-fuck me while we watch this," Jackie said climbing down off of my lap. Bending over, she presented her pussy to me. "Finger my twat from behind doggy-style while I suck on her tits!" Jackie told me. "And finger me slowly until she starts to cum, then ram your fingers inside me as hard as you can!" she instructed. Pete continued to rub Sharon's red-fur covered pussy as they stood there together. Pete now using both hands, one to spread a part Sharon's pussy lips, and the other to more directly twirl the sensitive surface of her fully exposed clit. "That's it! Oh yes.... that's it! Right there. Just like that. Don't stop...please don't stop!" Sharon moaned, grinding her ass back against Pete's massive erection. "Now!" Jackie yelled as we both realized Sharon was deep in the throes of orgasm; her face contorted changing colors as she momentarily sucked in her breath, holding it. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck it you bastard! Fuck me hard! Harder!" she continued screaming while I impaled her with a rapidity of my fingers that had become all but a blur. And as Sharon succumbed to her pleasures by Pete's stroking hand, Jackie's pussy juice began to make wonderfully loud erotic squishy-frothy sounds as I pummeled her cunt from behind. Jackie had reached beneath herself, frigging her clit while I continued to slip fully three fingers in and out of her split. Sharon had recovered sufficiently from her own climax to reach down and begin playing with Jackie's free-swinging tits. "Oh yes! Pinch them Sharon, pinch my fucking nipples! Tear my fucking nipples off if you want to! Twist the fuckers, hard...harder...harder!" she demanded. I felt Jackie's hot wet cunt suddenly constrict around my fingers. I felt the tightness inside her as her pussy clenched, released, clenched again followed by a wonderful flow of extra slippery lubrication as she came. "Oh fuck!" Jackie screamed out in pleasure as she rocked and bounced against my hand, Sharon as well as Pete now all but holding her up still playing with her tits. I slowed my fingering of her split, thinking her spent, but she turned her head back glaring at me. "Don't stop...for God's sake don't stop! I'm cumming again!" she pleaded. "Here, let me have a turn!" Sharon all but pushed me out of the way standing Jackie up fully, standing in front of her now, slipping her hand down between Jackie's legs. Pete joined her, taking a breast sucking it, inviting me to do the same with the other. "Suck her tit," he said smiling. "She really likes it when her tits are sucked while cumming." It didn't take long. In fact, I wasn't even sure she'd stopped climaxing before she was doing so again. Over and over she moaned, wailed, and cried out in ecstasy while Sharon fingered her split, sometimes slapping her mound with the palm of her hand while Pete and I nipped at her tits, licking, sucking and biting her nipples furiously. Added to that pleasure, Jackie had relocated each of our pricks, holding onto them as though to support herself. Her grip almost painful, but sending sure-fire signals of the pleasure she was obviously receiving. When at last she was finished, Jackie all but collapsed as her knees weakened. Pete surprised everyone by carrying Jackie easily over towards the bed, placing her down on it. She had a rapturous expression still etched into her face, as she slowly recovered from the series of orgasms that she'd just experienced. "I bet you boys are just about ready to bust a nut or two huh?" she finally spoke opening her eyes returning back to reality. I didn't know about Pete, but I knew I certainly was. My balls ached something terrible with the need to squirt what I felt was gallons and gallons of cum-cream. Once again Jackie took over as she slowly recovered her senses. "Sharon, climb up onto the bed next to me," she patted the bed showing her where. Sharon quickly did so, leaning over to share a quick yet passionate kiss. "Ok, bring those cocks over to us boys. 'Q' baby, get between my legs, Pete? You kneel down between Sharon's legs." Both Pete and I joined them on the bed doing as Jackie had instructed us to do. With my prick mere inches away from Jackie's exposed pussy, she took it in hand and began using it to masturbate herself with. Likewise, Sharon watched, taking Pete's and began doing the same with his. Positioned as we were, it was easy to fondle each of the girl's breasts, and I delighted myself in doing so while Pete likewise took turns with me as we again toyed with their sensitive nipples, alternating back and forth between them. "I don't think I'm going to last very long!" I stated honestly. The feel of Jackie's slick cunt licking my cock, her hand rapidly sliding it back and forth against t he nub of her clitoris was causing the all too familiar sensation of orgasm to rapidly approach. "Good!" Jackie said. "I don't want you too. I've been waiting all evening long to see you shoot your load! And I have something planned for it after you do. So you can come on me anytime you're ready to baby. I want ALL your cum-juice on my pussy just as soon as you can put it there!" Asked and answered I thought. I felt my nuts tighten, holding off that exquisite moment with every ounce of strength and willpower I had left, which wasn't much. If anything, Jackie increased the rapidity of flicking my prick back and forth against her split, urging me on vocally to shower her pussy with my cream. Sharon was coaxing Pete to do the same to hers now, only adding to the increase of pressure building inside my balls. At last, I caved into Jackie's manipulation of my prick, the first powerful explosion roaring up and out of my cock as it spurted a thunderous milky white ribbon of spunk that saturated her pussy lips. Jackie was screaming delightedly seeing the first of many such eruptions of my spunk as it cascaded all over her cunt. "That's it! That's it! Squirt it baby! Squirt that fuck-butter all over my pussy! Keep going...keep going, let me have it honey...give it to me!" "Fuck!" I yelled over and over, doing just that. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Her entire pussy was soon drenched in more cum than I had ever remembered producing at one time in my entire life. Rivers of cum cream began pooling up and running down her hairless slit. So much so in fact, that Jackie soon rested her finger there in an effort to keep it from escaping, damming it up with her fingers and hand. By the sounds of it, Pete was near his own orgasm too. His grunts, groans and heavy breathing told us all that he was about to join me in showering Sharon's quim with his own measure of white sauce. "Here it cums!" he informed everyone, though he rocked back slightly, thus forcing Sharon's grip on his prick to release, taking it himself in hand, jerking his own prick rapidly up and down, grimacing with obvious pleasure as his prick erupted. We all watched, seeing the tracers of flying cum-cream shoot into the air to fall in criss-crossing patterns all over Sharon's body, though Jackie once again instructed him to aim it primarily down towards her pussy. "Hold your cunt open for him!" Jackie told Sharon. "Give him something to aim at. I want to see all that white sticky juice hitting against your pussy!" Pete soon finished milking out the last few dribblings of cream from his prick, wiping it off against the mat of hair now sticky and covered almost completely with his spending. Sharon's fine thatch of bright red pussy hair looked almost as though it had been topped with whipping cream, an interesting desert as Jackie referred to it. "Hmm, I'd say you have a nice looking strawberry split there Sharon," Jackie said reaching over to swipe up a finger full of the delicacy. My cock had begun to soften at that point, and I collapsed back upon the bed. "Damn! That was good!" I exclaimed contentedly. "I don't think I've come that much before in my entire life!" ."I'm glad you did too, because as I mentioned earlier. I have plans for all this fun gooey stuff!" Jackie said sitting up. It was obvious that the girl's had already discussed this earlier in the bathroom. As Pete and I looked on, they began fingering one another, using the cream they found in abundance to pleasure themselves with. Seeing Jackie as she rubbed Pete's sticky juice into Sharon's pussy, spreading her lips, locating her clit then smearing his essence all over it was fascinating indeed. To my surprise, I felt my cock suddenly hardening again as I sat up watching this, desiring to get a better look. "By the way Pete, what time did you say our waitress would be joining us?" she asked. "Just as soon as she gets off work honey, which should be about an hour or so from now," he responded. My cock throbbed. Mr. Ever ready was living up to his name. Masturbation Club It was going to be a long... fun...enjoyable evening indeed! # Masturbation Club - Chapter Four By: Thesandman There is something to be said about the love of a good woman. It had been a very hard and most trying day. It didn't help that I was also exhausted from the wild evening with Pete, Jackie and Sharon. Not to mention the waitress from the restaurant who had joined us later on that night. All I wanted to do was get back to the hotel, shower, get something to eat and climb into bed for some much needed sleep. As the door to my room swung open, I looked up and saw my wife Anna standing in the room leaning against the bathroom door in a sexually suggestive pose. She was wearing a very sheer, floor length black negligee. I think my jaw dropped about two feet. She was absolutely beautiful. But the sight of actually seeing her was nothing less than a total shock. "What are you doing here?" Was all I could think of saying. The look I got in that brief moment was understandable. "Would you prefer I pack and go back to the airport?" "That's not what I meant, I'm just surprised to see you here, that's all." I quickly crossed the short distance to where she was standing, gathering her into my arms and kissed her. "How'd you get here? And why?" I added as a thought to myself afterwards. "I missed you," was her simple response. "It's been a long road trip for you, and for me. I had a couple of extra days vacation coming, so... I got on the Internet, looked up airfares, found an inexpensive flight, and the next thing I knew, I was winging my way here. Thought it would be a nice surprise!" she stated, still giving me a less than happy look at my initial response. Surprise it was. "That new?" I asked, deciding that it might be best to change the subject entirely, once again noticing the sheer black fabric, which did anything but to conceal her wonderfully sexy frame. With her short dark hair, alluring eyes, she looked like a vixen standing there. "Yes it is," she smiled, grateful that I had actually noticed. Truth was, I always did notice however. Anytime she ever bought anything new and modeled it for me, I always noticed, and always got aroused. Even as tired as I was now. My dick, Mr. Worn out and Exhausted, suddenly stirred to life beginning to raise his sleepy head. Within moments, his evil wicked twin, Mr. Ever-Ready was once again making an appearance. I grinned. "You need to take a shower first," Anna stated, pretending to plug her nose. It had been a long, hot tiring day as I already mentioned. And I knew if we were about to do the "nasty" that Mr. Ever Ready's close-friendly neighbor, Mr. Funky Balls, needed to get spruced up for the occasion. I stepped into the near scalding hot shower and quickly brought myself back to a much more enjoyable smelling level. I was still in a state of shock however at finding my wife waiting for me in my hotel room. But with the incredible sexual high I had been on the last few days, seeing her was an unexpected treat. Finding her on the bed when I came out of the bathroom was an even bigger treat. "Come fuck me darling," she said. Her legs were spread wide open as she lay upon her back beckoning towards me. Normally we both enjoyed a great deal of extended foreplay. But not tonight. As she sometimes did, and as I obviously enjoyed knowing, Anna had been warming herself up for a considerable period of time already. As I joined her there on the bed, she immediately took my cock in hand guiding it towards her pussy. "I need to feel you inside me," was all she said. "It's been too long!" As my cock slid inside that wonderfully wet heated cunt of hers, I thought, "It's nice to be home!" Later, much later in fact, I finally explained to her that as happy as I was to see her, it still wasn't a vacation for me. I had several clients to meet with along several appointments to keep. I'd be gone and away from the hotel for much of the time of my remaining stay. Anna knew this of course, informing me that she'd intended on merely relaxing with a good book down by the pool. We'd spend time in together when it was possible to fit it around "my" schedule, she'd said coquettishly. As I had an early morning breakfast meeting, I quickly dressed, gave one of those magnificent breasts of hers a friendly squeeze, along with giving her a kiss, and headed down stairs to catch my taxi. The meeting went longer than I had anticipated, but resulted in a major new client coming on board with the firm I worked for. There'd be a healthy little bonus in it for me too, and I was looking forward to telling Anna about it, definitely time for a celebration. "Sweet Jesus!" I suddenly said to myself. Thinking about Anna, I had almost forgot. Emily was still working on another appointment for me of a different kind. I could just see my wife answering the telephone, or picking up a message that Emily might have left for me. "How in the world would I be able to explain that?" I considered, looking about for a payphone. I found a payphone as quickly as I could, calling the number I had written down for the club, and called Emily. "Emily?" I asked as she answered the phone. "This is David..." I actually paused for a moment, flustered, confused and more than a little panicky. I had nearly added an alphabet letter to my name but couldn't seem to recall which one I would or should have used. "Stupid!" I responded into the receiver. "Excuse me? What?" Emily replied slightly taken aback. I laughed nervously, "Stupid with an S," I told her. "Sorry Emily, this is David Edwards calling. My mind was elsewhere there for a moment." Emily quickly recovered, "Oh! David! Yes. I was just getting ready to call you!" "Thank God!" I breathed into the phone. But Emily continued on as though she hadn't heard me. "I have a very, very special client for you tonight," she emphasized to me. "I don't think I can make or keep that appointment," I said interrupting her. "Something's come up." "Oh! But you must try!" she said somewhat worriedly. "You have no idea the difficulty I've had getting this one authorized and set up for you!" she exclaimed. This time she didn't let me interrupt her as she continued on even though I kept trying to say "but" into the phone as she spoke. "We receive from time to time, very special requests, by very special and influential people. Many of who are celebrities who go to extreme measures to remain anonymous. We received a very special request from someone you would no doubt recognize almost immediately. She requested someone who was new to the service, a little shy, but also enthusiastic. Almost immediately, I thought of you!" That did get my attention, and I paused trying to interrupt her, thinking. "I don't know," I stammered into the phone a moment later. "Damn! A celebrity!" I thought. "Maybe some famous singer, actress or movie-star even!" Mr. Don't fuck this one up, stirred inside my pants. "Could I pull this one off safely?" I mused. "Listen Emily, I think I can get away for a few hours this evening. But you need to do me a favor. Don't call my hotel room any more while I'm here. I'll call you to see if there's any changes, or any more appointments after this OK?" I could hear the smile in Emily's tone of voice over the phone. "No problem David," she sighed with relief. "I'm glad you can do this one for us, like I said, it's a very unique, very special request we've been given. And as I mentioned, I immediately thought of you. Now...there are some very special rules you'll need to adhere to and follow on this one. First, you'll be required to wear a blindfold the entire evening. A limousine will pick you up in front of your hotel at eight sharp. You'll need to wear it the moment you get in side. Secondly, though you'll be able to speak, you can't ask any questions regarding her identity or what it is she does for a living. She may speak, but if she does, she will disguise her voice. So please don't make any attempt to figure out who she is. If you do discover her true identity, I would caution you strongly to keep it to yourself. Any infraction of these terms would violate the agreement we have with her, and would of course terminate any future involvement in your participation with our Club. Can you agree to what I have told you?" Emily asked. I actually nodded my head over the phone. "David?" "Oh yes. Sorry," I said finally. "I agree." I was still a little stunned at the offer. I couldn't help but wonder what celebrity might actually be interested, or involved with this particular Club. "Well. To each his or her own!" I decided excitedly. After all, this was an opportunity I couldn't very well pass up. I hated lying to my wife. In fact it was something I honestly never did unless it was absolutely necessary. And under the circumstances, I felt this was unfortunately, one of those times. When I arrived back my room, I broke the news to Anna about the evening by first telling her I'd landed a major account and that it would result in a very healthy bonus for us. Then I told her in as apologetic way as possible that because of it, I'd need to be gone for the evening, meeting with some other VIP's on that account during some boring business dinner meeting with "Just the guys," Which I added for flavor. "Congratulations honey!" she exclaimed excitedly, giving me a big wonderful hug along with a sensual, very passionate kiss. I felt like a fucking jerk. Then Mr. Hard fucking cock reminded me I had to get ready. Anna told me she was going to order room service, curl up with a spicy novel, and settle in for the evening. She told me to wake her up whenever it was I got back, and if I wasn't too tired, that she'd have a nice surprise waiting for me. "If you only knew," I thought as I headed in to take a shower, feeling as guilty as ever, though my cock was certainly feeling otherwise. The limousine arrived promptly at eight. I thought briefly for a moment, wondering if 'James' might be the Chauffer once again. He wasn't. And of course, I introduced myself to this new gentleman as Robert with an S, using the coded signal for recognition that Emily had passed along to me. Actually, Robert had an ominous code name associated with it. And as I sat inside the limo with my blindfold on, I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with the whole situation. You see, Robert...or Bob for short was the pet name that Anna sometimes called my cock. She loved for me to 'bob' it about using only my muscle control making it move and dance for her whenever it was nice and hard. So going on this particular appointment to some unknown destination, wearing a blindfold to meet some mysterious woman, was suddenly losing all the build up and excitement it once had. I had even begun wondering if my mystery woman wasn't some old worn out hag from days gone by, but then remembered that Emily had assured me earlier that if I was to see her, I would definitely find her attractive indeed. It had been the only stipulation that I had made before agreeing to the encounter in the first place. I might not know who it was I was going to be fooling around with, but I at least wanted to know it would be someone good looking and attractive at the very least. I finally resigned myself to the situation, once again letting my cock do all my thinking for me, assuring me that everything would be ok. Although I had not been consciously keeping track of either the time or the direction we'd been headed, I realized as the car sped along, that there would have been no way to know where we were actually going. After a number of twisting turns I was utterly and completely lost. About all I knew, we had gotten onto the freeway at one point, having driven for a short distance before exiting off once again. In my mind, we were perhaps headed towards Coronado, a very exclusive section of town where I was aware that several well-known celebrities kept and maintained winter homes. Finally I felt the car turning into a brick driveway as the tires took on a decidedly different sound. Moments later the car stopped, the sound of the Chauffeurs door opening, closing, and then mine opening confirmed my arrival. I was escorted by someone who met us at the door of the car, taking over from the Chauffeur as they briefly acknowledged one another. I was once again reminded of the rules by a woman's voice who sternly told me to keep the blindfold I was wearing on at all times. She then lightly cupped my arm leading me towards what I discovered to be an elevator. We rode the elevator in silence until the sound of the doors opening alerted me that we'd arrived on our intended floor. Once again I was ushered down a long corridor, the blind-fold completely obscuring my vision keeping me bathed in total darkness. On the one hand, it was curiously exciting, on the other, I was extremely nervous, wondering just what the hell I had actually gotten myself into. My escort soon after knocked on the door, which opened seconds later. "This is Robert," my companion spoke to my unseen appointment, using my name, but not one of those weird coded initials to go along with it this time. I felt a hand gently reach out taking my arm, but no other conversation was given. Feeling myself led deeper into the room, I wondered what if anything I was to say or do at this point. That question however was answered for me. In the next instant, I felt a hand gently pulling down my zipper. I flinched at the surprising contact as her hand quickly snaked inside my pants easily locating my rapidly hardening cock. True to his word, Mr. Ever-Ready was there patiently waiting for her. Her hand was warm, soft and very, very friendly. "That was a good sign," I considered to myself. "At least her hands don't feel old," I found myself wondering. I heard a brief quick sigh of obvious pleasure as whoever she was; she appeared pleased with her discovery. Only then did she release me, her hands now reaching up to begin undoing my tie, unbuttoning my shirt. She seemed to enjoy undressing me, as next she helped me out of my jacket, then shirt, though replacing the tie she'd only loosened back around my neck. I felt her walk around behind me, anticipation as to what was going to happen next suddenly focusing my entire attention on her movements. Which is when I felt the press of her bare breasts against my back as she lightly began rubbing them against me. I felt it as she shivered, she was obviously excited, and I was becoming even more so myself. Something about this eerie erotic silence was catchy. I was really starting to get into this. I now felt her hands reaching around me as she fumbled briefly with my belt. I felt like a present slowly being unwrapped. And I guess in a way, I was. Stepping back around in front of me, she led me over to what appeared to be some sort of divan, or oversized chair. I felt her hand press against my chest, forcing me backwards where I quickly found myself sitting down. Next came my shoes, socks, and finally my pants, which she quickly and easily removed, discarding them to join the rest of my clothing. I sat now only in a pair of boxers and the tie she'd replaced around my neck. Wearing the boxers for the moment was hardly worth the effort as my cock had long ago discovered the opening in the fly, now standing fully erect peeking up through it. I felt her long soft hair caress my legs as she leaned over, planting a light delicate kiss on my prick, causing it to lurch, throbbing excitedly. Though I heard movement, I couldn't tell what it was that she was doing, as she stepped back, appearing to do nothing more than evaluate her gift. Once again I felt a little self-couscous, and though my prick hadn't softened, it was certainly thinking about it. Suddenly I heard a faint 'click'. The sound of a woman's voice startled me. It was obviously a recording however, and sounded faintly like Emily. "Please, remove your underwear, and then begin stroking yourself for me while I watch. I will tell you when I wish for you to stop," the woman's voice indicated. There was another faint 'click' as the tape recorder was stopped. Obviously, this had all been well choreographed, and planned for ahead of time. I did as I'd been asked however, pulling off my boxers until I sat there totally in the nude now, except for the ridicules tie she had left hanging around my neck. Unable to see, I could only fantasize, wondering what she looked like, more importantly, wondering what she was doing as I sat there playing with myself. Once again that silent question was answered as I heard soft moans coming from a short distance away. Whatever it was she was doing, she was enjoying it. Enjoying watching me pleasuring myself, which in a way was weirdly exciting. I don't know how long I sat there masturbating, but I was really starting to get into it, no longer wondering if I should, or shouldn't cum. I figured if she wanted me to stop before I did, she'd say so. And if she didn't, well then...it was her own piss-poor planning. "Stop!" I heard the tape-recorder suddenly state. I did so. And again there was a momentary pause of silence. Once again I heard movement as she crossed the room towards me. I felt her kneel on the floor, placing herself between my legs. In the next instant, she was wrapping her soft fleshy breasts around my cock and began stroking me with them. She'd oiled her tits, so they were slick and well lubricated, giving my prick a heavenly caress of tit-flesh that now made me start to actually worry about cumming too soon. Obviously aware of that possibility, she only tit-bated me for a few more moments before I felt her pushing me further back into the couch, climbing up into my lap. I now felt the tie around my neck being pulled, forcing my head forward where it came into contact with one of her breasts. Without any needed instruction, I quickly located her extended nipple with my mouth and began to greedily suck it, tonguing the hard nubbin of flesh repeatedly until again by the direction of her pull on the tie, I had switched, now paying homage to her other breast. "Now at least I have a better understanding about the tie," I thought to myself. It was certainly a unique way to non-verbally direct me as to what it was that she wanted me to do. Back and forth, I kissed, licked, sucked and nipped at those incredibly hard nipples. I'd boldly ventured touching them with my hands, receiving approval in having done so by eliciting a small mewling sound of pleasure as she sighed. Not enough to ascertain any type of identity from her of course, she was being very, very careful about doing that. Which in turn, made me begin to fantasize and wonder about her celebrity status. A thought that was now beginning to drive me crazy with in curiosity. I dared not peek through the blindfold though, even if I'd been able too. I clearly remembered Emily's strict warning to me, and made absolutely no effort whatsoever to peek around or through covering over my eyes. As I continued playing with her full breasts, I felt her hand reaching down into my lap where she quickly grasped my now aching penis. I felt her squeeze it, milking out some lubrication which she quickly applied to her breasts, particularly her nipples which I continued to toy with, now using my own pre-cum to further stimulate those magnificent feeling orbs with. Though she moaned from time to time, it was ever so softly, so controlled that I couldn't have guessed at her true identify even if I tried. Images of some of my 'fantasy' female stars began swimming through my head however, as far-fetched as I knew the possibility of any of them actually being here really was. Still...just knowing that it was "Someone", I thought, made the whole encounter magnificently erotic as well as sensual. Masturbation Club "God, what if it was Catherine Bell?" I considered, "Catherine with a C," I added as a silly afterthought. Or my other favorite Kathryn, "Kathryn with a Z-J!" I thought giving her both initials. The likelihood of either of course being highly doubtful such as it was. Still...I was becoming more and more aroused with the aspects of whoever it was that I was with, that she too was becoming just as excited as I was! I was surprised to hear the faint 'click' of the recorder. Obviously she had brought it over with her, placing it down somewhere nearby, but within easy reach. "Tell me what you'd like to feel me do to you're beautiful cock," the Emily-sounding voice asked. "Talk dirty to me, tell me what excites you, what pleases you," the voice continued, followed shortly by another 'click' as my mystery woman turned the recorder off. It took a moment for me to consider that. Still slightly abstracted by all these images dancing around inside my head for one thing, and for the other, as her hand continued to fondle my prick expertly it made it very difficult to fully concentrate. Finally however, a though came to mind. I'd always wanted to feel what it was like to have a woman masturbate my cock with her long soft silky hair. Anna's was short, so that particular little fetish was out of the question as far as she was concerned. "I'd like it if you used your hair to caress me with," I said huskily. I felt her slither off my lap, reluctantly wishing now that she hadn't as she'd taken those nice soft breasts away from me in doing so. When I felt her hair begin to wrap itself around my shaft, all thoughts of remorse quickly evaporated. "Oh God that feels good!" I moaned happily. She wrapped a goodly length of that soft silken hair about me, then captured it all within her hand, pumping my member slowly up and down until I felt I'd explode, fighting the urge to actually do so with every fiber of my being. "Oh yeah, stroke my prick!" I said remembering her words for me to talk dirty to her. Something I loved incorporating into whatever form of sex-play I enjoyed. "Now twist it, twist your hair around my dick and pull on it," I urged her, reveling in the sensation as she did so. "Oh fuck that's nice!" I nearly yelled out in ecstasy as she rewrapped my cock, repeating the entire process. When I began to realize that if she kept this up much longer, I'd be giving her my own version of seminal conditioner, I said the first words that popped into my head. "Let me feel your pussy!" She hesitated briefly, and then went back to stroking my cock with her hair. "Please!" I added on the verge. "I want to slip my fingers inside your cunt, play in your juices, and feel them coating my fingers!" I'd been milliseconds away from shampooing her hair. Thankfully, she stopped just in time, releasing my prick, standing before me. I felt her reach down taking my hand in hers, guiding it towards her cunt. When she did, I noticed almost immediately that her pussy was soft, smooth and bare! I'd been after my wife for years to shave hers. Not that I didn't enjoy the soft downy tuft of hair between her legs. But like anything, sometimes variety is the spice of life. Unfortunately, she'd refused, saying how much she hated it when it began growing in again. Now, caressing the baby-like smoothness of her skin, I felt my prick drool happily as with its minds eye, it saw the puffy outer lips, all swollen, glistening with her candy-juice. Something I of course could only imagine. I easily slid my finger inside her. She was wet, very, very wet. I began to finger-fuck her, slowly at first, just sliding my middle finger in and out of her pussy until she was meeting my insertions with a gyrating pelvical dance that ensured I was thumping her clit with the palm of my hand. She'd placed her hands on my shoulders for support, grinding herself away on me as I now added a second finger to the fray, further stimulating her as well as soliciting a renewed bath of additional cunt-candy as she slickened my fingers. I was so fucking horny at this point that I was fantasizing about all kinds of things, remembering how she, or at least how the 'recorder' had asked that I talk dirty to her. I decided to let it all hang out, and tell her exactly what else it was that I wanted to do...to her! "I want to finger-fuck your ass too. I want to finger your cunt, finger your ass, and suck your clit until you can't stand it anymore!" I openly admitted to her. And though I had actually never done that, realizing now that I had the opportunity to do so just seemed to heighten my own sexual desires. I was sort of in the drivers seat here for the moment, and I was going to fucking well take advantage of it while I could! All at once I felt her push against my chest, which effectively laid me flat out down on the couch I'd been sitting on. "So much for being in the drivers seat," I thought. Having done that, I felt her joining me as she straddled my waist. Her long hair once again brushing against my chest as she lowered her head to gently nip and lick the supersensitive knob of my pulsating cock. Mr. Fucking Wanted to Cum, had just regained its senses when he found himself getting licked all over forgetting all about remaining calm. I was just about ready to throw in the towel when I felt her climbing back into my lap where she rested that slick wet pussy against my shaft. I worried momentarily that she was about to place it inside her. One thing I did know, actual intercourse wasn't 'normally' allowed. I mean there wasn't any firm rule about it either, but Emily had once told me that everything short of actual fucking was pretty much OK. Only under rare and extreme circumstances did her clients or participants ever engage in actually fucking one another. And in my own case, I wasn't sure I'd comfortably be able to go that far either. "I can't," I whispered somewhat pleadingly. And then as if to alleviate my hesitation and concern, she pressed her cunt lips against my cock, placing the flat of her hand on my prick and began rubbing herself off this way. "Close...but no cigar," I said. Not even realizing. I'd spoken the words out loud. She stopped moving against me. "Sorry," I was thinking about something funny I once heard about the use of a cigar. I heard her laugh, catching me by surprise. It was sweet and sensual though she quickly muffled her mouth with her hand. Once again she pressed her pussy against my shaft, I felt her heat engulf me, felt her juices kissing and sucking my prick in a blanket of pure fem-creamy bliss. As her hand surrounded my cock, she began to move it up and down, back and forth between that velvety smooth split. Slowly, she gradually increased the tempo until she was frigging her clit-nub with the head of my prick so rapidly that I knew she would soon reach her pleasures. I felt her shudder softly, not quite stopping, but arching her back as she gave way to her orgasm. It was hard, intense as she continued pummeling her pussy with my cock, gradually easing the tempo until it beat ever so lightly against her as though using it to sooth herself. I wondered how difficult that must have been for her to do. To cum in silence. I never could. I was always so damn vocal and loud when I came. And I wondered how she would take or accept that when I finally did. And hopefully that would be soon too. My cock was aching for release, but somehow I felt there was more, much more. And I waited patiently to see what she was up to next when I again heard the familiar 'click' of the tape recorder. "What I want you to do now is lick my pussy. So lay down on the floor so I can more easily straddle your face. While you are doing that, I am going to suck your cock until I feel the cum draining down my throat." "Click" I didn't need any further prompting. It had been a long, long time since I'd had that done. And not that my wife wasn't good at giving head, she was. But she simply didn't like my actually cumming in her mouth for whatever reason. I quickly positioned myself on the floor as I'd been told. Seconds later I sensed, then felt, as either Penelope Cruz, or Halle Berry, or maybe even Whitney Houston nestled their beautiful wet pussy down over my face. As I dove into heaven, I began chasing her clit all over the place with my tongue. As I did, I felt my prick suddenly being swallowed by the most voracious pair of lips it had ever been my pleasure to feel wrapped around my dick. Sliding a finger inside, I began sampling portions of her cunt-candy, deciding at that very moment to begin slicking up another opening not too fucking far away. I had attempted this with my wife on numerous occasions, always getting a slap of the hand or a wiggle of her ass telling me no. As I began probing her cute little pucker-cup, I gently inserted my finger inside, easing it in slowly as I likewise began teasing her with another finger inside her pussy. As my lips surrounded her elusive clit, she surrendered to my manipulations, my finger burrowing fully into her ass where I now held her as though about to go bowling. Only in this instance, there was only one pin I was shooting for, and I currently found myself licking it. "Oh fuck!" she actually moaned, though too softly to register if it had been anyone I might even have vaguely recognized. But the fact I had caused her to actually utter a sound was some sort of achievement in my book. My only problem was, she was sucking my cock inside out and I was now having trouble concentrating. Mr. 'Are you gonna let me cum now?' was urging me to give in, and I was half-tempted to grant him his wish. She was doing things to my cock that I didn't know a person could do. As we literally tortured one another there on the floor, it became more or less a race to see who was going to cause whom to cum first. And being that she had a definite advantage at this point, I was rapidly losing ground as my prick was threatening divorce if I soon didn't give in. Surprisingly, she did. I felt her tense, felt her ass tighten about my finger, as well as the one I was still busily fucking her pussy with when she exploded. Suddenly her pussy gushed an abundance of sweet tasting nectar that literally drenched my face. My moment of victory was short-lived however as my cock now having a mind of its own, decided to join her in the blissful ecstasy she was still feeling. I felt my jisim balloon from somewhere inside my soul where it escaped in one long drawn out continuous stream, or so it seemed anyway, as her hungry mouth consumed each and every drop of nectar I could produce. Which under the circumstances was considerable! Moments later, even as I continued to splurge whatever it was I had left inside her mouth, all the while still licking, still tickling her clit with my tongue, she finally rolled off, forcing me away. An eternity went by. Slowly, I began to sense her presence lying near me still, her breathing only then recovering as she moved back to touch me, her hand gently caressing my now flaccid satiated member. "No way!" I thought to myself. Mr. Cock had once again returned to the Mild Mannered Cock Kent, no longer able to leap tall buildings....or tight cunts in a single bound. Then slowly....ever so slowly I felt my cock 'bob' and twitch. Reawakening once again. I felt her climb over atop me, felt the heat of her pussy lips just surround the fleshy meat of my staff, and slowly she slid her self down onto me. Home again. With one motion I tore the mask off of my face. I might be staring into the depths of hell itself, but I had to know! "Anna?" She was sitting astride of me, my cock buried deeply inside her cunt. She had long hair, a wig I realized. "Just what the hell is going on I asked? How...what the..." Is about all I could manage to stammer out. Only then did she finally tell me the story. She did, as she usually did, go about straightening up things inside the hotel room I had been staying in. She had proceeded to hang up one of my jackets when she noticed an interesting 'sex'-paper folded up inside one of my pockets. She had taken it out with the curiosity of flipping through it later when she noticed that I had circled a particular advertisement for Masturbation Club. Curious, she had called the number; spoken with Emily about the service and what it offered. At that point, somewhere along the way, she then told Emily who she was. One thing led to another, and it was Emily who calmed her down from being angry or upset with me, and even went so far as to suggest setting up this whole little scenario, more for her enjoyment and pleasure than in mine really. After all, I was there to do whatever it was that she wanted to have done. Before long, the two of them had concocted the whole plan, and Emily immediately went about setting things up. She'd even gotten from Anna at her suggestion the code name of 'Bob' and then Robert. S was for 'surprise', which indeed this had been. Only then did I realize, that here I was, lying in my own bed in my own hotel room. The Chauffer had done nothing more than drive around for a while, and bring me right back here. Emily had arranged everything, including the taped conversation that she and my wife had so perfectly planned out together. "Very tricky," I said. "You're pretty damn sneaky you know that?" "Oh? And you're not? Running around town masturbating in front of perfect strangers? You don't call that pretty sneaky?" "You got me there," I said sheepishly. "But...I wasn't going to fuck anyone but you!" I added as though that really counted for anything. Though initially, maybe it did. "No, I've got you here," she said. And her hand once again wrapped itself around my rapidly responding penis. "I think I'm going to have to change its name from Mr. Ever Ready to Mr. Insatiable," I said speaking to myself. "What?" "Oh nothing...just thinking out loud." "By the way, speaking of which. Just who did you imagining being here with tonight anyway?" My wife asked. "Why you darling. I was thinking of you!" # Masturbation Club - Chapter Five By: Thesandman I was truly exhausted. Anna and I had fucked and sucked one another nearly all night long. By the time it was beginning so show some light outside, we'd fallen asleep. The sound of the phone ringing didn't fit in with the nice little dream I was having. After several rings, I finally woke fumbling for the phone. "Yeah?" I said grumpily finally speaking into the mouthpiece. "David? This is Emily. Is everything all right?" It took a moment longer to register Emily's voice, but more importantly, why she was even calling me. "Oh, Hi Emily. Yes. Everything is fine; I'm just a little tired is all. We were up pretty late." "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she asked worriedly. "Oh...definitely a good thing. I must say, the two of you certainly gave me the surprise of my life," I said with a little more alertness, actually sitting up in bed now. Lying next to me, Anna finally stirred, her nude body only partially concealed by the top sheet of the bed. One breast exposed as though peeking out at me to say, "Good morning darling, I had a wonderful time last night". "Who's on the phone?" she whispered to me. "Emily," I said placing my hand over the receiver. Anna sat up with a very mischievous look on her face. "Tell Emily thank you." I laughed, speaking back into the phone. "Anna says to tell you 'thank you' Emily. And so do I." Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, she'd been a little concerned that things wouldn't turn out quite as well as they had. "So, can I still count on you for Saturday?" "Saturday?" I was still in a little bit of a daze, not fully awake. And then it hit me. "Oh my God! I'd forgotten. Saturday!" I thought. The special, 'by invitation only' party that Emily had mentioned to me earlier. "Ah, no actually. We haven't discussed it. I'm not even sure that under the circumstances..." I never had the chance to finish. Suddenly Anna took the phone away from me. "Hey Em, Anna. Any problem if we both show up? No? No, no problem with that either, I'm sure I can find something to wear." There were a few minutes of silence as Anna sat listening to whatever it was that Emily was discussing with her. I could only shake my head in wonder. They were chatting away like old friends. I was about to get up out of bed and take a pee when Anna reached over and began fondling my dick. "Oh yes, he's still here. I'm playing with his prick at the moment, so he won't be going anywhere just yet." Anna laughed at something Emily said looking towards me. "Why thank you Em," she said using the familiar abbreviated word for Emily's name now. "I wouldn't miss it for the world! Ok, we'll see you later then!" she said finally hanging up. Once again she smiled. "What?" "You'd didn't think you were going to go all by yourself did you?" she asked squeezing my dick, and not in a friendly way. "Actually, I wasn't really planning on going," I lied. Which was a dumb thing considering. "David!" "Ok, ok," I said giving in as she threatened to strangle poor Mr. Limp dick. "Now, you'd better get up and put something on. Room service will be here any minute now!" "Good, I'm starved," I said rolling out of bed. "Ah David?" "Yes?" "I ordered a 'special' room service. Or actually Emily did. Though I did ask for a pot of coffee. So, get dressed in something you can wear out on the balcony. I'll bring you out a cup of coffee after he gets here." "He?" I asked bewildered. "Yes, he. Now come on, get a move on, I need to straighten up a little bit, I don't want to look like I'm all fucked out when he arrives!" "He?" I asked myself again silently as I threw on a bathrobe. "He?" Anna eventually came out of the bathroom once she'd made herself presentable. Although by 'presentable', as she'd called it, included wearing a chiffon see-through white night gown that did little if anything to hide her luscious curves. She'd no sooner stepped from the room when we heard a knock on the door, followed by: "Room Service!" Anna grinned. "He's here. Now come on David, be a good boy and go sit out on the deck. I'll bring you some coffee before things get too busy," she added. I stood out on the deck peering around the curtain as my wife headed towards the door to answer it. Seconds later, she reappeared leading a very tall, dark, bronze-skinned guy who was pushing a breakfast cart into the room behind her. Anna quickly located the ticket that came along with the breakfast, signing it. "That's Andrea, with a Y," she added handing it to him. I almost laughed from my place of concealment. Saying it was one thing, hearing someone else giving the code was something else. "I'll be right back, I need to take this out to my husband," Anna said picking up the pot of coffee along with a cup and saucer. "Make yourself comfortable," she added slyly. "If you'd like, he can watch. I don't have a problem with that," Our room-service guy said. "Oh that's ok, he can stay where he is," Anna said turning briefly towards him. "This is for me anyway, and I don't want him distracting me, which I'm sure he would if he were to join us." Anna passed me the pot of coffee along with the dishes. "Now, behave yourself. I don't care if you peek through the curtains, but this is something Emily set up for me, and I have every intention of enjoying it," she warned. "Fuck me!" I said holding the coffee. Anna winked, "Maybe after he leaves. I should be good and horny by then," giving me a brief kiss before disappearing back inside the room. Still peering between the curtains, I followed her as she walked over towards the bronze-skinned Adonis that had taken a seat. What I noticed almost immediately was that he'd taken Anna's suggestion literally. He was naked, already stroking his massive cock. He might not have been quite as large as John was, but the guy had a big thick-looking black cock. I had to admit, it was weirdly interesting to see her kneeling down in front of him, watching her place both hands about his prick and begin playing with it. Masturbation Club Standing as I was, Mr. Ever-Ready poked his head out of my bathrobe in order to have a look too. I gave him a reassuring pet, stroking him contentedly while we watched. "My God you're big!" Anna exclaimed. "I've never seen a cock quite this size before!" she exclaimed happily. "You haven't seen John's yet!" I thought silently to myself. Nevertheless, seeing Anna enthusiastically pumping this guys massive prick up and down was thoroughly entertaining. As I followed along, I soon began stroking my own cock in tempo with the way she was doing his. "Let me see your tits." Happy to oblige, Anna pulled her nightgown up over her head, tossing it aside. Now she was as naked as he was. I always had felt that my wife had a nice pair of breasts, and enjoyed it whenever she felt bold enough to actually show them off. "Now, take my cock and rub your nipples with it," he instructed, which of course, she immediately began doing. I felt Mr. Ever-Ready drool, quickly wiping his face, though using the slick lubricant to better sooth him with. "Ah yeah, that's it, now...stand up, bend over the chair so I can see your pussy," he stated, helping her up off the floor as he did. Anna positioned herself over the arm of the chair, her sweet fleshy ass beckoning to him as he walked around, standing behind her. I thought momentarily that he was actually going to fuck her. Not something we'd ever talked about, nor would I have minded actually seeing that. But my immediate concern was for the fact I wasn't sure she'd be able to handle something quite that big. What he did do was slap her ass several times with his enormous erection, something I heard easily, even from where I was standing. Stepping back, he slipped the middle finger of his hand inside the wet furrow of my wife's cunt, toying with her briefly until she was slick with her juices. Only then did he begin finger-fucking her steadily, causing her magnificent breasts to swing to and froe as he did. "Oh shit!" I said silently to myself. I really loved seeing that. I loved boobs anyway, but I really loved it whenever they jiggled or moved about, like they were now. As he continued thrusting his finger in and out of my wife's pussy, her tits were gyrating wildly, and I saw her glance briefly in my direction, knowing full well how much I must have been enjoying this. Which I was of course, as my hand was now flying up and down the length of my shaft in eager anticipation of seeing my wife cum like this. "You gonna cum for me cunt?" he asked obscenely. I was slightly taken aback by his vulgarity. Normally, Anna wasn't one for talking dirty, but the fact she answered almost immediately told me that part of his was for my benefit as well as her own. "Only if you finger my twat harder you prick!" she shot back. "That, and pinch my tits you fucking bastard!" she wailed. Reaching forward, he captured one of her breasts in his meaty hand, quickly locating one of her hard extended nipples. I saw him pull on it, stretching it firmly await from the rest of her breast, causing her to cry out in a painful pleasure. "You like that huh bitch?" he asked her again. "You like my fingers inside that wet juicy cunt? I bet you'd enjoy this big black dick inside that pussy of yours too wouldn't you?" "Yes!" she cried out. "Yes what?" "Fuck yes!" she responded. "That's better you fucking cunt!" he retorted. "Oh God, don't stop! Don't stop! I'm almost there!" she cried out a second or two later. With her tits swinging wildly, her ass slapping back against his hand as he continued to skewer her with his finger, I watched my wife explode into a most satisfying, very intense orgasm. Only when she'd become too sensitive for him to continue, did she stand up forcing his hand out of her pussy. "Was that about what you had in mind?" he asked, far more gentlemanly. "Oh yes, thank you. It was perfect," she replied just as sweetly. "Now then, I want to see you cum. How would you like me to do that for you?" she offered. He was grinning wickedly. "If you wouldn't mind laying down, I'd like to have you lick and play with my balls while stroking my cock," he told her. Anna quickly positioned herself down on the floor just as he'd asked. Squatting over her face, something I'd never thought of ever doing myself, he placed himself perfectly allowing my wife to easily lick his balls while holding onto his stiff, hard erection with her hands. "Hmm, 'things to do list'," I thought to myself making a mental note. Anna began jerking his prick in quick steady pumps of her hand, soon switching to a hand-over-hand sort of a jerk-off that the guy obviously liked. To my surprise, Anna periodically swiped some of her female cum-cream from between her own legs to further lubricate the lengthy shaft with, further urging him on to cum, as well as tonguing his balls in a way that I'd never felt her ever do to me before. But then again, I seemed to recall last night where Anna had surprised me with a lot of things she normally hadn't enjoyed doing before either. Every time I had seen that freshly shaven pussy of hers, I'd found myself getting excited all over again. "I'm gonna shoot!" he announced, quickly drawing my attention back to where the two of them were playing. I watched as he stood over my wife, now yanking the skin of his own prick back and forth in rapid succession. "I wanna cum on your tits!" he announced, moving closer as Anna now knelt before him, pressing her breasts together folding them over the bulbous head of his prick. "Shoot it baby!" she urged. "Spill your spunk all over my titties!" she stated excitedly. "Come on! Come on! Come on, give it to me!" "Argh!" he garbled, tossing his head back, closing his eyes just as the head of his prick seemed to mushroom, then explode in a white frothy mixture of very thick, very rich looking cum-cream. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he cried out over and over, his prick squirting wildly with each pronouncement of the word. In seconds, my wife's breasts were covered with his thick gooey semen. Still holding them together, the valley of tit-flesh she'd created had been made into a small lake of cum. Finally releasing her breasts, his jisim fell like a waterfall, showering her stomach, splattering against her bare pussy. Seeing that, I felt the first pleasurable release of my own orgasmic eruption as I quickly placed the coffee cup I'd been given over the head of my prick. As there was nowhere else at the moment to allow my cum to fly freely without making an unnecessary mess, I simply used what I had on hand at the moment to accomplish that with. By now, the guy was already dressing preparing to leave. Anna thanked him once again, also asking him to "Please thank Emily for me too!" she'd added with a quick kiss to his mouth, having to stand on tiptoes in order to accomplish it. Once he'd left, Anna headed back in my direction. Mr. Ever-Ready still managed to poke his head in through the door before I did. "Well? Did you enjoy that?" Anna asked. "You always have wanted to see me with another guy haven't you?" she questioned me honestly. "Yes I did...didn't you?" I asked back. "Oh yes, very much so. Now, if you'd like, and if you can," she hesitated looking down at my not quite fully hard prick. "What say we go in and shower off together, and then I'll treat you to another one of those blowjobs you seem to so enjoy getting."? Only then did she actually notice I was standing there holding my coffee cup. "What? Didn't you have any coffee?" she asked. "No...only cream," I answered, seeing the confused expression on her face. "What?" "Never mind," I said placing the cup down on the delivery tray. "Lets go take that shower." # Emily had told Anna that she'd call us back later on in the day with all the final details. Having the rest of the day to ourselves, I cancelled my final appointments and made arrangements to come back in two weeks and pick up where I'd left off. Anna and I decided to 'rest-up' for Saturday, after all we'd definitely need to build up a little stamina, and spend some time recovering from our own wild erotic sessions together. Later on that afternoon, Emily called us back with the details, and once again informed us both of some very specific and important rules. "This is a very private, very exclusive party," she told us both. "Normally, it's held just for the actual club members, and a very selected few of our frequently returning clients. And though you are relatively newcomers, I am one of the few allowed to extend an invitation to whoever I'd like. And as I briefly mentioned to David earlier, I wanted to extend that invitation to him, and of course now you," she said speaking to Anna. "Well, we're both very excited about coming," Anna told her grinning at me. "I'm delighted to hear that. Now then, there are only one or two simple rules that unfortunately you must follow and be made aware of. One, once you have arrived you may very well find yourselves being touched frequently by many of the people in attendance. This is a very important requirement that you must be comfortable with, and made aware of. Anyone can touch or feel any part of another person's body whenever, and wherever they want to. If you're not comfortable with that, then there is no point in my continuing on. Anna didn't even bother checking with me before answering. "We'll have no problem with that," she told Emily. Even I could hear Emily's relieved chuckle over the phone. "I know David wouldn't have a problem with that, I just wasn't sure about you," she added still giggling. "What else?" "The other is actually easier to follow and understand. Anyone can still say 'no' to any sex-act they are asked or invited to participate in. So don't feel like by your attending this function, that you will be forced into any situation you're not comfortable with. However...there are specific areas or rooms, that should you enter, you are giving your permission by having done so to any others who are within this same area or section of the estate. If, by entering one of these areas or rooms, seeing what may or may not be going on, you again find yourselves uncomfortable, you will not be permitted to stay and merely watch as an interested spectator. Those members who are participating would find it rude, and become very resentful. Can you also agree to those conditions?" Emily asked. This time Anna laughed. "Well, speaking for myself, I admittedly am a bit new to all of this, so will ensure that I am indeed ok before stepping into any of those situations. As for David, I'm not aware of much that would freak him out, aside from one or two things that come to mind, but he's a big boy. So I'll let him cross any of those bridges by himself, if and when he comes to them." I could tell by the relief in Emily's voice that she was glad we were still planning on going as Anna held the phone so that both of us could hear. "Oh by the way, it doesn't matter what you wear to the party," she added. "You'll be required to remove all your clothing upon your arrival. You won't even be permitted into the main house until you are naked. So be prepared for that. Most women in fact wear nothing more than a coat and shoes. And only shoes and socks may remain as accepted attire during your stay. You may leave whenever you wish, but I can't stress strongly enough that if you do leave early, you may not be invited back if even one member of the club is opposed to your returning. It's one of the reasons that new clients are rarely if ever invited to participate." Emily finished by telling us that we'd again be picked up in front of the hotel by one of their limousines by eight o'clock sharp. We'd also be required to wear blindfolds during the entire ride over to the secret location where the party was being held. That, and to expect that a few members might prefer wearing masks once made aware of the 'guest' list, in the event they preferred keeping their identities a secret. "Well then," Emily finished. "I guess we'll see you there then!" "You will be there yourself then?" I asked her. "Of course! I never miss one these Parties!" Now I really was excited to go. Seeing Emily was something I hadn't really considered until now. I had no sooner hung up the phone, than Anna informed me we needed to go shopping. "Shopping? What the hell for?" "I'd don't have anything to wear!" she scolded me. "But we won't be wearing anything," I emphasized, reminding her. She gave me a look that said everything. "I didn't bring a coat with me that I can wear," she stated glaringly. "And besides, at the very least, I can buy a new pair of sexy looking shoes!" So much for relaxing the rest of the day, we had shopping to do. # It was ten minutes to eight as we headed down to the lobby inside the elevator. Anna was wearing a lightweight, floor-length coat with pearl heels that had cost me a small fortune. Fact was, her shoes were the last thing I was thinking about. That she was naked beneath her coat had me struggling to conceal the bulge threatening to burst through my pants. "I wish I could get away with just wearing a coat," I stated. She laughed. "I know. You'd look pretty silly with your bare legs sticking out of the bottom of your raincoat. I don't think you'd make it past the lobby to the car before someone arrested you for being a flasher or something. Besides," she added. "If you weren't at least partially dressed on the ride over, you'd be tempted to want to fool around in the limo. I know you. You've always wanted to do that." I figured now was not the time to tell her. Mr. Ever-Ready really was excited. Anna had ensured that he was all primped and pampered too. She'd had me shave and powder my balls, ensuring that Mr. Ever-Ready's next-door neighbor, Mr. Funky Balls, wouldn't be in attendance. "Nervous?" "A little," she said. "This is a big step for me you know," she added taking my arm. "You've always been far more open-minded than I've been, so doing any of this has been a bit of a change for me to get used to." I kissed her. "Listen, I know we're both aware of the 'rules' that Emily told us about. But maybe, we should establish a few rules of our own before we get there." "Oh? Such as?" "Well, I think that neither one of us should do anything without first ensuring we're ok with it for one. So if either one of us is uncomfortable with anything, then I think we both agree we don't do it. No matter what. That way, later on we can't accuse one another of being forced into doing anything just because the other person wanted to. Agreed?" "Ok, I can accept that. But here's another one. Once we have agreed, and said something was ok, then neither of us can be expected to suddenly change our minds at the last second either. That also wouldn't be fair. If we agreed some cute blonde-headed woman could suck your cock..." "Brunette" I said interrupting her. "What?" "Brunette, I'm partial to brunette's." Anna gave me a playful push. "Whatever. I really am trying to be serious here!" "Ok. I'm sorry. You were saying?" "Once we agree..." Anna said daring me to interrupt her, "That it's ok for either one of us to do something, the other one of us can't suddenly change their mind about it. AND...we can't come back at one another later on for that either. Also agreed?" I nodded my head just as the elevator doors opened. Anna took my arm once again, and we strolled through the lobby together on our way outside. The thrill of knowing she was naked as the day she was born beneath the coat she was wearing had me rock-solid hard, a condition I could neither hide, nor find that I really cared too. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice except for one older woman who appearing startled at first, merely smiled, winking at me as she passed. "This is going to be a great evening," I said as we pushed our way though the revolving doors, where we both saw our limousine waiting for us. "And," Anna whispered as we approached the car. "I have another surprise for you later too!" she announced suddenly, knowing full well that I couldn't press her for any details at the moment. Our Chauffer greeted us at the curb, "Mr. And Mrs.?" "Q," I said easily, chuckling to myself. Tonight, we'd be simply initials unless we became comfortable enough to reveal our true names. Our Chauffer nodded his head in acknowledgement, opening the car door for us. Stepping inside, we were immediately greeted by a rather well endowed blonde, along with a salt and pepper-haired looking gentleman about my age. "Good evening, this is my wife Angel, and my name is Ash. We'll be your escorts for the drive over to the estate." "Ash? That's an unusual name," Anna said. "Do they call you that because of your hair?" she asked. Ash chuckled. "No actually, I've gone by that name all my life. Ash is short for Ashton. A bit pompous sounding if I do say so myself," he said leering at my wife. "So, you're using your true names?" I asked in surprise. "Most do," the blonde stated jumping in. "Well at least at these parties anyway. But some of the others have gone by their coded names for so long, they've just sort of stuck. Ash and I are recently joined members. This is only our second time coming to one of these events." I smiled back at the blonde as she sat there grinning at me. "The purpose of this as of course you already are aware of, is to ensure the anonymity of our hosts. As such, I'm afraid I must ask you to put on these blindfolds once we get on the freeway. It's for your protection as well as our hosts as I hope you understand." Ash handed each one of us a black hooded cloth. It might seem a little unnerving to you to have to do this, so hopefully, we can make you both feel more at ease during the ride over, which should take us approximately forty-five minutes or so. Now then, can I fix either one of you a drink before we access the highway?" I accepted a scotch, neat. And Anna had her usual glass of white wine. We chatted amiably with Angel and Ash until we took the turn off heading up towards the freeway ramp. "I'm afraid you will have to put on your hoods now," Ash stated apologetically. "For only another thirty minutes or so," he added with some assurance. Doing as we'd been requested, we dawned our hoods, sitting silently side by side in the car together, alone with our thoughts, and feeling perhaps a bit out of our league here. Or at least I was anyway, until I heard movement, followed by a hand that I knew wasn't my wife's pulling down my zipper. "As my husband mentioned earlier, we're also here to see to it that you're both relaxed, as well as excited by the time we arrive." Angel easily extracted my cock, as I hadn't worn any underwear. After all, what was the point? "Hmm, you're already nice and hard. Been looking forward to this?" she asked teasingly. I could hear Ash whispering similar things to my wife, making me realize that he was no doubt prepping her as well. The wide bench seat was certainly big enough to accommodate the four of us together, which is what they had obviously come over to do sitting down on either side of us. "Oh yes, she has a beautiful pussy, don't you think Angel?" Ash stated speaking to his wife. "Oh my yes! It's lovely, especially so clean-shaven as hers is. Which is one of the reasons I prefer keeping mine that way myself." I felt Angel take my hand, placing it down into her lap. She'd also been wearing a coat when we'd entered. She certainly wasn't wearing it now. "I don't think its nearly as smooth as your wife's is...but do you like it?" she asked, petting herself with my hand, guiding me on, in, and around about her bare pussy. Masturbation Day My name is Susan. I am 27 years old. This is my first post and I know some of you will think I’m pretty strange after you have read my story. My husband, John, has been after me to post some of our adventures. So here goes. We both love to masturbate; we do it all the time. We masturbate each other, we do ourselves and sometimes John will encourage me to jack off a stranger while he watches. Occasionally we will designate a certain day as “Masturbation Day.” On Masturbation Day we both get off in public or semi-public places, usually several times for me. I just love it. Monday of this week was our most recent Masturbation Day. John drives me to work every morning and on Monday we both wore clothing appropriate for the day. For me it was a long dress that buttons up the front with silky white panties and no bra. John wore loose fitting slacks with a baggy sweater that would hang loose over his crotch. We have about a twenty-five minutes drive to work. In the car, I started the fun by unbuttoning my skirt to just above my panties. John watched as I began to rub my cunt through my panties. I normally get wet quickly but in the car with others driving nearby I was soaked almost immediately. As John watched me get myself ready to cum he said, “Give me your panties.” He loves to stoke himself with my panties and it’s a good place for him to shoot his cum and not get himself too messy. I raised my bottom off the car seat and pulled them off. John pulled up his sweater and unzipped himself. He pulled out his cock and draped my panties over his shaft. I reclined my seat, spread my legs and began to work on my clit with my right hand. John’s eyes flashed between the sight of me rubbing myself and his lap were his hand was now pumping his cock at a good pace. Yes, he did also watch the road. I spread my legs a little further so that I could insert two fingers of my left and finger myself as I rubbed my clit in little circles. I can always tell how excited John is my the amount of pre-come on his cock. He was obviously very excited because there was a spot of pre-come soaking through my panties where it stretched over the head of his cock. He was really stroking himself now and it was clear he was about to get off. I figured I’d help him over the edge. “When I get to work I’m going to finger myself at my desk all day baby, how does that sound?” John moaned and quickened the pace of his hand on his shaft. My panties were a blur as he used them to jack his cock off. “Will you get yourself off in the lunch room too?” “Yes, at least once and probably twice,” I replied knowing full well that I would. “Will you use your fingers or your hairbrush,” he asked. I knew where John was headed. “Neither,” I replied, “I’’m going to use the small vibrator I carry in my purse.” “Do you think anybody will see you baby?” John asked. He was very close to cumming now. “I’m going to let Mr. Adkins watch again, just like last week.” That finished him off; he began to squirt his cum into my panties while letting out a loud moan. My own climax was not far behind as my two fingers made a wonderful wet squishy sound as I pumped them in and out of my cunt. He kept my panties, promising to fill them with his cum over the course of the day. I had been at work about twenty minutes when John called from his office. He could tell by my breathing that I was distracted. “Do you have your fingers up your cunt already?” “Oh God yes,” I replied softly, “Mr. Adkins just left my desk and I’m sure he could tell what I was doing. I’m so hot and wet baby - this feels so good.” John told me to make sure Mr. Adkins saw my next climax. “John, would it be all right if I jack him off, he was so hard when he left my desk.” “Only if you call me back and give me all the details so I can get myself off at my desk,” John said. I came again as I promised him I would describe the jack off session in detail. I told him would call back with a report in an hour. I don’t know for sure but I’ll bet John had his cock out and had began to work on himself as we hung up. I went to Mr. Adkins office and knocked on his door. I told him I needed to discuss a project with him. He said he was busy know but invited me to lunch where we could talk at length. I think Mr. Adkins knew what I had in mind and he wanted to get out of the office. Mr. Adkins took me to a very nice restaurant - white linen tablecloths and semi-circular booths. Both of which served our purposes. When we were seated Mr. Adkins asked me directly, “Were you fingering yourself at your desk this morning when I stopped by?” I was taken aback and could only look up into his eyes and nod yes. “Did you cum?” Again, I nodded yes. “How many times have you cum so far today? He asked. “You saw the second time when you were at my desk,” I answered. “You’re really into masturbation, aren’t you?” he asked. “I love to do myself. But I’m the hottest when I get off in with other people around, where I might get caught - pretty disgusting, huh?” “Do you think you could cum here in the restaurant while I watch?” I knew I could because I had done it dozens of times before with John but I wanted to be a little coy. “Would it turn you on to watch me finger myself in public?” I asked. His answer was unspoken - he looked to his lap and removed his napkin. His cock was bulging against the crotch of his pants and a small spot of pre-come had leaked through. It was time to turn the tables a bit. “Could you take your cock out and cum with me?” I asked. He didn’t answer but slowly put his hand in his lap and slid his zipper down. I watched as he carefully reached in his pants and pulled out a very hard cock and covered it with his napkin. He watched as I unbuttoned my dress in preparation to finger myself for the third time that day. “Could you also open the top of your dress so I can see your breasts and nipples?” I did as he asked. I adjusted the top of my dress and bent forward a little so he could see into my dress. I said, “Can you see how hard my nipples are?” He only sighed. “Will looking at my breasts partially exposed here in the restaurant help you cum,” I teased. Again he could only softly sigh. I looked around the darkened restaurant and realized we were seated in a prefect place for our mutual masturbation. I slouched down a bit on the seat and spread my legs. With my dress now half open it was easy for my hand to gain access to my cunt. Mr. Adkins watched closely as I inserted two fingers and began to slowly pump myself. “Do you like watching me masturbate?” I asked. “Yes, very very much,” he said as he checked to make sure nobody was watching. He moved the napkin that has been covering his cock. His pe-come was now obvious and he used it to lubricate himself. I watched as he began to move his foreskin up and down his shaft. I was incredibly hot. There was something so exciting seeing this man I work with with his cock sticking out of his pants, dripping pre-come in a public place. I could feel my climax approaching. I knew it would be good and I also knew I had to concentrate on not moving or moaning too much. I began to finger myself in earnest. I was too hot to go slow. I needed to cum for this man. “I’m almost there,” I said as I began to push my fingers in deeper and faster. “Cum for me, please,” he said. I spread my legs wide open and shoved my fingers in as far as they would go. As I looked down at my cunt I was excited by how lewd the scene was. Here I was slouched down in the booth, my legs spread, fingering myself as Mr. Adkins watched and encouraged me to cum for him. That pushed me over the edge and I began to cum - I was cumming for Mr. Adkins. God, it was so powerful and it seemed to last for minutes. When I recovered I said, “Did you like watching me masturbate for you?” “Yes, it was so sexy, I could even hear your juices as your fingers pumped in and out.” “Your turn. Can you cum for me now, I want to watch you shoot,” I asked. “I will, but will you talk to me as I pump myself?” he asked. Again the coy one, I asked, “What do you want me to talk about?” He said, “Just answer some questions for me.” “What do you want to know?” I whispered. “Do you finger yourself at work every day?” “Yes” “More than once each day?” “Usually twice, sometimes more.” “With your fingers?” “Yes with my fingers, but I also use the handle of my hairbrush and sometimes a small vibrator I carry in my purse” I answered without hesitation. “Do you masturbate at your desk?” he continued his questions. “Yes, but also in the break room and the ladies room. Sometimes I don’t wear panties, other times I take them off in the ladies room. When I’m really hot and can’t wait, I just pull the crotch of my panties to one side and finger myself.” I watched as he milked more pre-come from the head of his cock and used it to further lubricate the sensitive underside of his shaft. “Once I came seven times in the office.” “That so sexy,” he whispered, “Does your husband know?” “Yes, he encourages me to do it and then tell him about it at home at night as I jack him off.” He gave up any pretense of covering his cock which was now fully uncovered. Again he worked his pre-come from the head of his cock to his shaft as I watched. “In fact, my husband told me to let you watch me today. As I remember he shoot his load just a I said I would.” “Oh God, really?” “Yes, he said I could jack you off if I wanted.” More soft moans from him. “Would you like me to finished you off, Mr. Adkins.” He looked in my eyes. He didn’t need to answer - it was obvious he wanted me to stroke him. He turned slightly towards me to make his cock available for me to pump. I put my hand in his lap and circled his shaft with my fingers. I knew he had been leaking pre-come but I was surprised to find out just how much. I gave his cock a few stokes - it was dripping with his juices. I knew by the way he stiffened at my touch that I would have to carefully control my pace in order to prolong our adventure. I began to steadily masturbate him, being careful to control his excitement. I also took a quick look around the restaurant to make sure my public masturbation of this man was going unnoticed. With my other hand I adjusted my blouse and asked Mr. Adkins if he could see what he needed to enhance his excitement. “Oh yes, your nipples are so hard. I love the way your breasts bounce ever so slightly as you pump me!” I stopped my stroking and repeated the milking of pre-come from the head of his cock. He was really flowing. I used my fingertips to rub his juice on the ridge on the underside of his shaft just as I had watched him do. I t was clear he wouldn’t last much longer. “Do you want me to make you cum now?” I asked. “Yeees” he hissed. I looked around the restaurant and decided this was a good time to finish him off. There was nobody near our table. I began to masturbate his cock faster. “It’’s OK, nobody is watching, just let yourself go,” I whispered. The sound of my hand stroking his well lubricated shaft was obvious to both of us. As I looked into his eyes I pulled my blouse open fully exposing my left breast. His eyes alternated between my eyes which were urging him on and my exposed breast which was jiggling in time to my pumping. “Shoot your cum for me!” I begged. That set him off and his whole body stiffened and he began a soft moan. As I watched, his cock began to spurt. I was hoping to aim his cock and control where his load landed. The first long string of cum landed on my dress just below my exposed breast. He was spurting so hard and my hand was jacking him so fast that it was impossible to control the mess - so I just let it go and pumped him faster. His sperm was flying all over both of us. My husband cums a lot but Mr. Adkins was in another league. I was able to milk spurt after spurt of cum from his jerking cock. My hand was coated with his cum when he began to subside. We spent a few minutes rearranging ourselves and doing the best we could to clean up his sperm. On the way back to the office I reclined the seat of his car, spread my legs and let Mr. Adkins finger me to another climax. John got all the details when I called him from the office. He had a nice cum while jacking himself at his desk - he shot off in my panties again. I showed John this story before I posted it. He printed a copy and plans to take it to work tomorrow. He said he will read it as he jacks off at his desk. If you like my story maybe you can print off a copy and take it to work as well and have your own “Masturbation Day.” Masturbation Day Revisited I was going to late. John (my husband) would be waiting. I wasn't too worried. I had some very hot experiences to relate to him. Today had been another "Masturbation Day." As I drove home from work I added it up in my head. I had fingered myself to several orgasms that day. I had jacked off three cocks (two of them twice) and watched three guys jack themselves off before my friend stepped in to finish them off. As I drove I was working on number eight. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, the crotch of my panties pulled to one side and I was working two fingers slowly in and out of my cunt. I had lubricated my fingers with Astroglide that I keep in the glove box. I started to pump myself a little faster as I recalled my adventures that day. **** Timmy was the office "gopher." A nice kid, about nineteen. I had told my husband that it was just a matter of time before I masturbated Timmy at work. He was excited at the prospect. I had arrived at work early in order to finish a project I had been working on. I was the only one in the office. It wasn't long before I slipped off my panties and began to rub my pussy. I figured I could get myself off at least twice before my co-workers arrived. Our office is a large open room with work stations separated by dividers that are chest high. After checking to insure that I was alone, I spread my legs, leaned back in my chair and began to tease my clit with little circular motions. I used my other hand to push my sweater up and my bra cup down so that I could caress the nipple of my left breast. It wasn't long before I was ready to cum. I started to pump my middle two fingers in and out to finish myself off. Just then I noticed a reflection in the window across the isle from my cubicle. It was Timmy making his rounds to deliver the morning mail. There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity. I figured I had about thirty seconds before he would pass by my desk. I rearranged myself to make sure he would get the picture. There would be nothing subtle about this. I pulled my sweater up over my tits and made sure that both of my breasts were out of their "C" cups. I pulled my skirt up to may waist and propped my very spread legs up on my desk. With one hand rubbing my clit. I again slid two fingers deep into my pussy and began to work them in and out. To say that Timmy was shocked to see me masturbating so openly is an understatement. He started to say something but I cut him off. "Be quite and come closer. Just watch me cum," I said. "OK" was all he could manage as he stood in front of me. I turned just a little in my chair so that he had a better view of my fingers as I fucked myself. "Does this turn you on, Timmy?" I asked. I was obvious that it did because his cock was already tenting the front of his slacks. "God, yes Susan, I've gotten off so many times thinking about you! But to actually see you finger yourself is so awesome." "Why don't you pull your cock out and stoke yourself for me while I cum," I suggested. Timmy wasted no time in fishing his cock out of the fly of his pants. I often fantasize about which hand a particular guy jacks off with and how he stokes himself. I had Timmy figured for a lefty and I guessed he would use his entire fist to pump himself. I was partially right. He used his left hand but circled his cock with his thumb and his first two fingers and began to give himself fast tiny strokes making sure to stimulate the ridge on the underside of his shaft. His eyes alternated between my crotch and his. I love a man who likes to watch himself stoke. In a matter of seconds he had precum on the head of his cock. In a few seconds more I could hear the sound of him jacking his well lubricated cock. It's a sound I absolutely love. "Don't cum Timmy, not yet. I'm just about there. Watch me finish myself off for you! My fingers were a blur as I lifted my bottom off the seat to allow my pumping fingers to penetrate deeper. I started to cum. Timmy could just moan and bucked up against my fingers. God, it was so good. When I calmed down Timmy was still stroking his cock. "Would you like me to help get you off Timmy?" "Oh yes," he moaned, "please." I stood up letting my skirt fall back into place but I made sure my tits were still exposed. I maneuvered him well into my cubicle and faced him. I took his hand off his cock and placed it on my breast. He cupped the underside of my breast and seemed to"weigh" it with his hand. As he caressed my nipple, he left a trail of precome that had been coating his hand. I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke him. I let him fondle my breasts and I worked his cock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement in the office. It was Mary, a friend and confident. Mary shared the cubicle next to mine. Timmy saw her too and started to move away. I didn't let go of his cock. "Timmy, its OK. Mary has seen me do this before. And I've seen her finger herself in her cubicle. We cover for each other." Mary walked up, surveyed the scene and said, "I knew you'd jack Timmy off sooner or later. Am I too late to watch?" "I was just about to make him squirt. I want to concentrate on finishing him . . . keep a lookout for us," I said and I began to move my hand up and down on Timmy's cock. Mary tried to watch us while at the same time keeping an eye out for others. Mary whined, "Susan, I can't see. Turn him around facing me, get behind him and give him a "reach around." I had seen Mary give a stranger in a bar a "reach around" and I knew what she wanted to see. I moved Tommy so that he was facing Mary and stood behind him and grabbed his cock and began to stoke him fairly fast. "Is this OK Timmy?" I asked. "Am I stroking you cock the way your like?" He only could nodded his head in agreement. I guessed he was about a minute from cumming. I jacked him faster. Mary sounded the alarm that someone was coming into the office. I didn't look up. I simply stared pumping him faster. She said it was Mrs. Frank the office manager. "Don't stop Susan, you can finish him before she gets here. Hurry, jack his cock faster." I decided to give Timmy some verbal encouragement to help him get off as quickly as possible. "Timmy, cum for me. Shoot your cum all over my office. Let it squirt. I want to see you shoot." Timmy's body stiffened and he began to shot his cum. God, what a load! The first spirts went all over. Some even landed on Mary's dress a good three feet away. His final spurts covered my hand. I didn't properly milk Timmy's cock. There just wasn't time. Timmy backed out of my cubicle and headed away from Mrs. Frank while trying to get his cock back in his pants. Mary went to her cubicle and I settled down to work. About ten minutes later Mary asked me to cover for her and headed towards the Ladies Room. I was pretty sure she was going to get herself off after watching me jack off Timmy. When she returned Mary leaned into my cubicle and said with sly smile, "Before you ask, yes I got off - twice!" **** My second handjob of the day was Mr. Adkins, my boss. I have been masturbating him almost daily for the last several months. My phone rang. It was Mr. Adkins. "Susan, can you come to my office. I need to see you." Then he added our code phrase that meant he wanted me to jack him off. "I have something I want you to see." I stopped in the Ladies Room on the way to Mr. Adkins' office. Once in the stall I quickly slipped off my panties and put them in my purse. I know its sounds strange to have taken my purse but I had a surprise in it for Mr. Adkins. At home I sometime use a "fleshy" masturbation sleeve on my husband. I had brought it to work because I thought Mr. Adkins might enjoy it. I knocked on his door. He told me to come in. When he saw it was me he smiled and asked me to lock the door. He was sitting at his desk - looking very proper and professional. As I approached the side of his desk he rolled his chair back. His suit pants were unzipped and his cock was sticking straight up and he was slowly stroking himself. His hand was slick with his pre-come so he must have been working his cock for quite a while. "I have a surprise for you," I said as I opened my purse and took out the masturbation sleeve. From the state of his breathing and the amount of precome leaking from his cock I knew this wouldn't take long. "Can I use this on your cock, my husband really loves the way it makes him shoot?" I asked. He moaned a "yes" and I asked him for the Astroglide he kept in is desk drawer. He handed it to me and I applied a liberal amount to the sleeve. I knelt by his desk and slipped the masturbation sleeve over his cock. I worked it down over his cock so that just the head protruded from the sleeve. He was actually panting as I begun to jack him with the sleeve. With my other hand I grabbed my panties form my purse so that I could catch his cum. He was more than ready. He actually came on the fourth stoke and I had to be fast and agile to catch it all in may panties because he was thrusting himself up off his chair so violently. He just kept saying over and over again "Oh Susan, Oh Susan." When he had calmed down I asked him if he would mind if I fingered myself before I went back to my cubicle. "I need to cum sooo bad," I said urgently. Mr. Adkins offered me the use of his couch. I quickly moved to the couch and as I sat down I pulled my skit up to my waist. I knew from our past experiences that he loved to watch me masturbate so when I spread my legs I made sure he could see my pussy. I began to rub my clit with one hand and finger my hole with the other. Mr. Adkins got up from his desk and sat on the coffee table so he could have a better view of my fingers working on my cunt. His cock was still out of his pants and it looked so lewd as he walked across the office. I asked him, "Do you think you cane cum again - cum as I finger fuck myself in front of you?" He responded, "I'm sure going to try." He got the masturbation sleeve which was still full of his cum and the Astroglide and fit it over his cock. I began to pump my two fingers in and out of my wet cunt in time with his stroking of his shaft. I bent my knees and put my feet up on the edge of the sofa. I was spread in an obscene position. I also pulled up my sweater and let Mr. Adkins have a good view of my push up bra. He has told me he loves to see my full breasts in the cups of my bra. He was making good progress in working his shaft up to full erection. However, I know he like to talk dirty as we masturbate so I said, "Mr. Adkins, yours was the third cock I've jacked today." "Oh God Susan, who else did you masturbate?" "Well, I did my husband in the car on the way to work . . . and . . . . ." "And what Susan, tell me." "Well . . . . I jacked off Timmy in my cubicle earlier this morning. He caught me masturbating and I just had to give the poor boy some relief. He was so hot after watching me cum." Mr. Adkins began to pump himself towards his climax when he heard this. I knew he would cum again but I asked him, "Does it turn you on to know that I love to jack off cocks. That I do it at work. That I finger myself every chance I get. Would you like to watch me masturbate Timmy? You could call us into your office this afternoon and I could stroke you both off as you took turns fingering me." We both began to cum at the thought. Mr. Adkins positioned the head of his cock near my pumping fingers and shot his cum out the end of the sleeve all over my fingers and pussy. His hot cum spurting on me made my climax even more powerful. **** Mary and I went out to lunch together. We were on a mission. Mary wanted some cock so we went to the XXX Bookstore and Arcade a short cab ride from the office. We have done this many times before on our lunch hour and they know us at the store. We usually check out the masturbation devices and then each take a video booth to finger ourselves. The owner likes us coming in as gives us free tokens. The only problem is that there are no "glory holes" in the booths. Mary made sure the men in the store saw us and walked towards the darkened hallway where the video booths were. I followed behind her. I couldn't believe how brazen Mary was. She walked part way down the hall, leaned against a wall of one of the booths, hiked up her skit and began to thrust her fingers into he wet pussy. I stood to the side and just watched. Ten seconds later three men were gathered around her watching. Almost in unison three zippers went down and three hard cocks appeared wrapped in stroking fists. Another man stood next to me watching the group masturbation. Soon his cock was out of his pants as well and he began to pump himself slowly as he watched Mary and her partners masturbate. It was obvious that one of the men was getting close. Mary kept fingering herself but reached out and replaced his hand with her own and began to pump him furiously. He lasted all of five seconds before he began to pump his sperm all over. She released him and grabbed another guy's cock just in time to finish him off. It was at that point that Mary came all over her fingers. In fact she almost slumped to the floor but one of the men who had cum supported her. Mary then used both of her hands to jack the last of the three men. He had the largest cock of the three from what I could tell. His cock was obviously well lubricated because I could hear the sounds of her jacking him. The man standing next to me turned and offered his cock to me as he pumped it. I considered finishing him off. After all, it was an official Masturbation Day (according to my husband), he wasn't bad looking and the poor guy really needed release - he was so hard. Besides, I knew my husband would really get off hearing that I jacked off a man whose name I didn't know and who simply offered me his cock to masturbate. I grabbed his cock and moved him next to the guy Mary was jacking off and began to pump him. Mary giggled as she saw me jacking his cock and said, "I thought you were only going to watch?" "Well, I was but you know me and a cock that needs stroking. What can I say?" The guy Mary was stroking was the next to shoot and did he cum! His knees buckled and Mary had to sink down with him to be able to milk the last of his cum from his twitching cock. My guy came with a loud moan but not much cum. He must have recently gotten himself off before I jacked him. We left the bookstore/arcade and hailed a taxi. I sat directly behind the driver and while Mary kept him occupied with idle chit chat I was able to finger myself to a nice climax. He might have suspected something when I came because I let out a fairly loud moan. **** When I got back to mu cubicle there was a message to call Mr. Adkins. He simply said the code phrase, "I need to show you something." When I entered his office Mr. Adkins and Timmy were sitting opposite ends of the couch. I knew immediately that Mr. Adkins had taken me at my word and I was going to be asked to jack them both off. I sat between them and pulled up my sweater to let them know I was more than willing. They each lowered one of my bra cups so that they had access to my tits. I spread my legs to also offer them easy access to my cunt. They took turns fingering my pussy as I worked to unzip them and free their cocks. Both were quite hard. I wanted to get off first so that I could concentrate on their cocks so I suggested that Mr. Adkins work my clit and told Timmy to pump me with his two middle fingers. I leaned back and let them pleasure me. I took about five minutes and I was thrashing around on the couch in a massive climax. "OK guys, your turn," I said as I knelt on the floor between them. With a cock in each, I began to jack them both. I could tell Timmy was ready to cum right away so I slowed down a little and worked to get Mr. Adkins to the same state of arousal. Wasn't far behind Tommy and soon I had them both on the brink of cumming. I aimed one cock at each breast and they began to shoot their sperm all over my tits. Mr. Adkins didn't shoot much cum this time but Timmy really soaked me. I made sure to milk the last drops from each of them before I stood up to straighten my self. I left them sitting on the couch, exhausted with their cocks hanging out of their pants. **** When I walked in the house John was sitting on the couch reading some stories he had printed from the internet. He was clearly enjoying them - had a spot of precome on his shorts. "John, I've been very bad today, Honey." I unzipped his shorts and took he cock out and began to stoke him slowly. "Tell me about it, he said. I began to recount the day as I gave my husband a handjob - he didn't last very long. Masturbation Diaries: Backyard View I both love and hate my early morning jog. On the one hand it keeps me in shape, but on the other I have to get up at 4:30 in the morning to get the run in before work. Of course, there are often perks other than my fitness...my route is often seeded with comely young women, most of whom are invariably clad in tight, skimpy running shorts and even tighter t-tops, that leave very little to the imagination. Often by the time I get home I am more than ready for my shower and a good yank on the stiff shaft. This one morning was typical. I tried to keep an even pace on another early run keeping health and conditioning arguments as good motivators but still hoping I'd see a cute female or two. As I rounded a bend in my route, my wish came true. I saw a woman fast walking ahead of me. She was wearing a black t-shirt that even from a distance was at least a size too small and a pair of similarly tight gray running shorts. As I approached her I glanced down to watch the cute, round cheeks of this woman's backside bounce to and fro with every step she took. The closer I got the more I thought dark naughty things. I knew if I lingered much longer it would have been very stalker-like of me, so I picked up my pace again and proceeded to pass her. The pretty woman gave me a look and damn if it wasn't a sweet little smile. I also quickly ascertained she couldn't have been much beyond her early twenties. Damn, I thought, I was old enough to be her father. But that still didn't stop me from getting a good look at her chest. My eyes had to have bulged out rather obviously as I stared down on two of the fullest and roundest breasts ever, and to top them both off, two very stiff much protruding nipples. I nearly tripped as I took the next step. I was not surprised to feel my cock hardening, but by the time I made the next bend in the road. Okay, that morning I didn't wear underwear or a jock strap...good or bad idea I didn't know which. But I jogged back to the house, having enjoyed another morning run on the road in the dark. Still breathing hard I walked up my driveway and around the side of the house making my way to the deck stairs. The run combined with the humid summer morning caused me to sweat soak my t-shirt. Taking a deep breath as I made it to the top step, I pulled it off and wiped my face. As I shook the shirt out and flung it across the deck railing I saw a light come on in one of the bedrooms in the house behind us. I could see the somewhat open curtains and saw a woman pull a top of some sort over her head. Now I knew the wife and also the older college aged daughter that lived there. I couldn't tell which one it was in the shadows, the wife or the daughter as I remembered they looked a lot alike, but I knew whoever it was, she was walking around behind those curtains with nothing on up top! I must have stood there for another five minutes or so looking into the window, through the partially parted curtains, just in case I might get more of a peek. Wishful thinking maybe, but in those blissful moments I enjoyed the warm feelings of a newly growing erection. Patience can sometimes be your best friend as the woman walked in front of the window again. She was closer to the window this time, but backlit so I still couldn't make out who it was. But when she turned this time I could see the very distinct outline of those delightful female mounds blossoming out from her chest. I had seen both mom and daughter in some tight tops before, but now here one set of those breasts was bared in the shadows. I wasn't sure exactly who it was, but for sure it was a woman! Then she stood upright and closer to the window, although the face was still shadowed, those wonderful breasts were in full view. It was one of those timeless moments. The sight of two magnificently bared breasts burned themselves into my brain. I knew I should've backed away. My mind kept telling me I was married, but the hard-on in my shorts was screaming, 'Who cares!' Just as I had decided to go I looked back to see her raise her hands and begin to run her hands across her body, down her sides, over her stomach and gently brush her breasts. She was teasing me without knowing she was. And doing a damn good job of it! My heart began beating faster and I could feel the same quickening pulses in my cock. I suddenly was convinced I wasn't going anywhere for awhile longer. I marveled at how I seemed to be able to feel what she was feeling, how her soft, warm skin felt against my fingers, how silky her breasts felt as my hands wandered over them and her budding nipples as they slipped between my fingers. This peeping was very much getting to me so I took firm hold of my cock through my shorts. Just as I was getting a real good feeling going the shadowy woman finally turned the other way and the light hit her face...it was Kate, the Mrs! I'd known Kate for almost two years, when she and her family had moved in behind us. We weren't exactly good friends or anything, but we talked every time we met out back or on the occasion when we'd pass one another on the jogging trail. On those occasions we'd exchange 'Good Mornings' and then continue on our separate ways, me smiling all the way back home. Kate is a beautiful woman and I was transfixed noticing the smile across her face at that moment. It was hard to believe after so many fantasy visions of Kate I was here with there staring at her nearly nude body. My cock was throbbing in my hand. I quickly looked up and down the row of houses on either side of mine to make sure no one was around and then proceeded to remove my shorts, leaving me only in my socks and running shoes. I looked back in the window to watch Kate reach for a bottle from her dresser. She poured some of its contents into her hand then moving toward the bed, she sat and began rubbing down her leg. I keenly imagined how soft her skin was, but watching her rub lotion all over one leg then the other, I could only imagine how much softer they would be afterward. Again, she grabbed the bottle of lotion and poured more into her hand. This time, she started at her navel, rubbing in circles all over her midriff. She worked her way up until she massaged each breast, her hands working in the creamy lotion that would make her skin ever more moist and soft. By the time she was through, even from the distance between us I could her nipples were hard and erect. They were huge! It was impossible not to allow my eyes to feast on her breasts, now fully on display, proud and awesome standing up on her chest, but when she stood my sight settled on a stark white pair of panties that were so sexy in their simplicity. Although her tantalizing breasts had demanded my divided attention, now it was indeed divided evenly as I moved head up and down in wonder as I examined the extra large nipples as well as the triangle of material between her thighs. When she abruptly turned her back to the window I saw her satin covered bottom and the sexy crack extending over the top of her low slung panties. With my long-time panty fetish I would have done most anything to get my hands on that warm pair of undies. But then she surprised me to no end when she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her underwear and shoved them down! I felt my cock swell in my fist as those white panties slid down her thighs. She was fully naked now in the soft light and when she turned back to face the window between her legs I saw she had a very neatly trimmed triangle of light colored pubic hair. I could see her! All of her! And she was doing this for me! Of course I knew she wasn't, but in the erotic trance I was in I felt she was...just for me. My sexy neighbor's bared pussy was there on display and I was looking right at it with hard cock in hand! I made slow smooth strokes along its length as Kate took a brush in her hand and stroked her long light brown hair back from her face. I should have gone, I know. I could go inside and finish myself off as I often did, in the shower. It was going to be a huge mistake standing there when the sun came up over the horizon in the next few minutes. Hell, someone might be on the phone already calling the police. But at the moment all I heard was the erratic sound of my own heavy breathing. Abruptly Kate turned away from the window once again and bent over. I watched in awe as she displayed her backside to my view. I could make out the whole of her luscious sex glistening below the twin curves of her ass cheeks. Yes, glistening! Damn, if she wasn't aroused herself! She remained in that position for a long lingering moment. What was she doing? 'Who cares!' my throbbing cock screamed at me again. I couldn't resist running my hand over the full smooth length of my fully hard cock imagining my positioning the head between those wonderful cheeks of Kate's, ready for smooth moist entry. I smiled at the invitation in front of me and closed my eyes as I fantasized taking her hips in my hands and sliding my cock up and down between her cheeks as it twitched and throbbed at the prospect of entering her pussy. I hunched my hips as if to position myself to enter her, feeling her writhe at my touch. I spit in my palm, took hold of my hard cock again and pushed the swollen head through my fist...between her wet pink lips and deep into her searing hot pussy. Kate was tight, slick and hot, just how I knew she would be. Feeling the sweetness of her envelop me it began to charge my whole body for the coming explosion. I ran my hand over the skin on her back and thrust faster and harder. Still holding onto the railing in front of me I pictured her turning her head around and saying, "Fuck me hard, Don. Give it to me, I need you now." Her voice was in my head and gave rise to the urgency and my reaction was to thrust fast and deep into her. My hips hammered against the vertical slats in the deck, my thighs slapping against her exposed cheeks. My one hand rested on the deck railing as my hips thrust rapidly up and back, my hard cock swishing smoothly in and out through my fist. With each stroke I expelled a deep raspy breath as I literally felt myself filling Kate's pussy again and again. As the speed of my thrusts increased I felt my balls steadily swinging with every motion. I lifted up on my toes, my hand making sloppy wet noises as I fantasized pounding my sexy neighbor's wet pussy. I could hear a voice in my head, as if it was Kate's...'Cum for me baby'. Before I could answer I gave an extra hard thrust and gave out the first grunt of my approaching climax. I held tightly to the wooden railing and pumped my hips as if pounding a final deep stroke into Kate's slick pussy. I heard the encouraging voice in my head again...'Cum baby!'. My whole body tensed and the extreme pleasure that hit me just before the first ejaculation had me open my eyes for one last look at my sexy neighbor. Only what I saw was an empty window, no Kate. Although I felt a sudden disappointment that my naked inspiration had left my view, the earlier image had already brought me far enough. I no longer controlled my thrusts, my body simply moved as it needed to complete the orgasm. I lost myself in the mesmerizing sensuality of the early morning moment and my unsuspecting sex partner. Finally, the first of my cum shot out and sailed between the deck slats and out into the backyard. The second spurt was accompanied by an uncontrolled loud grunt. The volume and speed of these eruptions were incredible. I shot spurt after spurt of white, translucent cum out into the dawn air, the streamers vaulting out quietly to the grass below. As the spurts continued I slid in and out of my clenched fist, prolonging my pleasure, as I envisioned Kate looking back at me with a big smile, 'That's my baby'. The intensity of the moment didn't recede until I had stumbled back a step and after the sixth or maybe seventh spurt had splattered out onto the deck. I reached out and held onto the railing as my hips thrust involuntarily one last time, an almost symbolic gesture that had me giving my unsuspecting lover a last thrust of my lust as well as indicating my climax was finally over. Gradually everything became lucid again, as something like normal feeling started to return to my legs. I came back into the moment and looked back over to the window and saw Kate was back into view. She opened a dresser drawer and withdrew something. As she bent over again I watched her put on a fresh pair of panties. I could see her heavy breasts swing down and undulate as if they had a life of their own. She stepped into the panties and pulled them up over her delicious buttocks. As she stood there in just a pair of white cotton panties I could make out the dark shadow of her pubic hair. At the same moment I felt a little more of my cum leak from the tip of my cock and smeared over my fingers. Suddenly I heard voices and a door downstairs in her house opened. The light from inside almost blinded me for a moment. When I finally focused, I saw Kim, the older daughter standing there. "Mom, I'm going to go for a ride. Be back!" I watched the girl traipse out in her shorts and t-shirt, a full twin of her Mom, right down to the long light brown hair. She went to the far side of their patio and got her bike. I watched as she hopped on and spun off around the house. It was only after she disappeared that I realized I was still squeezing my cock. If she only knew what I had just done while watching her naked mother! No sooner than I had taken another sated breath than I heard the latch on the sliding glass doors behind me. I grabbed my shorts and frantically struggled to pull them back on. I straightened up just as my wife came walking out. "Have a good run, dear?" "Uh, yeah, it was good." I smiled then looked down at the deck. There were the telltale silvery white puddles of my cum off to my left. Would she recognize them for what they were? Would she guess that our neighbor had been my erotic inspiration? Masturbation Diaries: Beach Shower The longest I've ever gone without a good cum since I've started masturbating all these years is probably only a little over a week and that was only because of having just had a vasectomy. On the other hand the most I've cum in one day is I believe six times. That was while on summer vacation with the family, just a few years ago. That summer we had gone on vacation with my extended family, thes as usual. We rented a house right on the beach in the North Carolina Outer Banks for a week as we had for several years. I did share most of those cums with my beautiful wife, although not all of them. I have no idea how many I had all week, but I do remember that one special day very vividly. But, I really must give you the whole story here. In that memorable day of multiple cums one of them didn't start from the enticement from my lovely wife. That particular one began with some exceptional exhilaration from someone else...my sister...only she never knew it. Jaime and I have become good friends over the years and she has the greatest sense of humor. She also has a dirty side to that humor and is always telling sexual jokes around me and I have never been shy to make them right back to her. Okay every guy has sexual thoughts about all kinds of women in his lifetime. But although I'd found myself wondering what Jaime looked like naked more than once over the years, she and are still relatives. I never entertained any serious thoughts of sex with my sis. I had never even thought of masturbating to the thought of her. That all was to change that one summer. Before going to the beach Jamie had lost a few pounds and was pretty toned due to a new workout program. She was very proud of her new look and that year she went from wearing her one piece swimsuits back to wearing bikinis. As I said I had never really thought of her in a seriously sexual way before, but I found myself checking her out whenever I thought I could get away with it that week. She had walked around the day before my eventful day in one particularly little bikini. Later in the evening she covered it with a billowy t-shirt, but I still could picture her lovely body all that night. Then the morning of that infamous day my wife and I made love before we left our bed. A couple of hours later I was surprised with a quickie handjob down in the laundry room before we headed to the beach. Later that morning, with the whole family down on the sand, I eyed Jamie wearing another of her very revealing bikinis. When she broke out the suntan lotion I swore she was using as much sensual motion as she could to rub it onto her upper body and cleavage. Her breasts aren't as large and round as my wife's but they sure looked enticing that day in that skimpy sexy suit. As she spread more lotion on her stomach and her fingers touched her bikini bottom I immediately found myself fantasizing she was taking them off so she could get an all over tan. My heart was pounding ridiculously fast in my chest at that point. I couldn't believe I really did want to see more...so much so I actually felt an erection coming on! I squeezed my thighs together as Jamie finished covering herself with lotion and stretched out on her beach blanket, her brown hair fell half across her face and neck. Her tanned skin glistened with the mixture of tanning oil and perspiration. I was close enough to actually see the drops of sweat running down her ribs and the sides of her breasts. After awhile she repositioned herself on her blanket and this time she gave me an in-between view of her legs. As she laid there the naughtiest thoughts of sex swirled through my brain. For the first time since I'd known her, I had the most irresistible urge to see her, not just in her sexy new bikini, but completely naked. I felt my cock twitch as it continued to grow. I also felt the guilt rise in me and that caused me to quickly look over at Mary Ann. She was engrossed in her beach novel. She and her Mom both were. So I greedily glanced back down at Jamie. I nearly lost it when I did. For now she was laying back with her legs still pointing toward me, but now they were spread apart rather provocatively. I found myself looking directly at her thinly covered sex. If I didn't know better as tightly as that bikini bottom fit her sex and nearly detailed the indentation of her nether lips, I'd swear she must have been shaved bare. I still don't know how I made it off that beach without giving myself away. I know I squeezed the heck out of my hard-on trying to keep it under control. But eventually we all did head back to the beach house and I was sure no one was the wiser. When it was my turn for the outdoor shower it didn't take me long to revisit the erotic view of my sis in the mind. As I lathered up my body in that wooden enclosure at the top of the driveway next to the house, I found myself getting a massive hard-on once again. I was as much as alone now, only the relaxing wash of the warm water and the streaks of sunlight reflecting off my shiny body. Needless to say I was well on my way into my masturbatory fantasy of Jaime, when... "Mary Ann?" A voice called out. It was Jamie just outside the shower. I immediately stopped stroking myself. "Mary Ann?" Jamie called out again as she walked around the other side of the shower stall. Obviously she wanted to talk to my wife but I could hardly ignore her, she knew someone was in the shower. Besides she couldn't tell what I was doing other than standing in the shower presumably just bathing. "It's the husband." I replied. "Oh, sorry!" Her voice stopped just outside the door side of the shower. I could tell she was facing the shower as I leaned down and could see her bare toes pointed in my direction. "No problem." I assured her. "I thought Mary Ann was down here already." "Well, nope just me." I said at the same time I realized I was still holding my semi-hard cock as while we talked. Only it was getting hard again just thinking about me standing naked in front of my sister in her hot bikini. I suddenly had the urge to watch her face as I shot my load for her. Instead I wickedly decided if I couldn't do it for real the next best thing would be to do it on the other side of a beach shower wall. There stood my new found sex symbol, my sister Jamie, just a couple of feet away and I was stroking for her. I wondered if she could hear my sudsy cock squishing in my hand. She knew I was naked and I knew she knew I was naked. There was such incredible sexual tension for me I actually wanted to open the door and show her my hard cock. That could have gotten me in more trouble than I ever wanted to get into. I just pretended she was looking through the thin gaps in the boards of the shower peeking at me. I spread my legs a bit and went to town grabbing by balls with one hand and stroked with the other. I was at it not even a minute when all of a sudden there was a knock on the wooden door. I nearly jumped a foot. "You okay in there?" It was Mary Ann! The next thing I know the door opens. My wife just smiled at me and said, "Working hard, I see." Worried I'd been caught but trying to play it off, "Hard is the operative word," I replied. "I do see that, too." She looked down again and nibbled her lip. She always looks so sexy doing that. "Are you going to come in? You make an attractive doorstop, but..." Before I could complete that thought Mary Ann stepped into the shower and the solid wood door closed behind her. "Are you close to cumming or did you just start?" she asked rather seriously, which surprised me. "Just get over here and take your suit off," I said too breathlessly. "Hmmm, desperate, then you must be close already." She said but she still complied with my simple but, yes, desperate request. She pulled the thin straps off her shoulders freeing each wonderful breast in turn before she slipped the one-piece entirely off her body. "Now what?" she asked, standing in front of me naked. "Come over here, please." I asked more patiently and politely this time. She took the couple of steps toward me and I put both arms around her and her close. My erection propped itself up between us. I kissed her and cupped one of her breasts in my hand, tweaking her nipple as my tongue slithered over hers. She shivered and her teeth clenched down on my extended tongue. I pressed into her more with my full erection against her belly. Soon we were kissing and groping each other in passion. I was obviously still excited from my fantasy of Jamie. I just tried not to think about what she would do if she knew it was Jamie that had initially brought about that hard-on between us. She ground herself against my cock as we started kissing one another wildly, our tongues entwined, both of us moaning. I couldn't believe we were just downstairs from the rest of her family making out like teenagers. Our tongues continued to wrestle in and out of each others mouth as our hands rubbed up and down our wet, slippery skin. I loved watching the water run down her back and into the crack of her ass. After a few of minutes this passionate play I let my hand slip between her legs. She approvingly spread her thighs for me. I dipped a finger into her slit. It was instantly and liberally coated with her warm slippery juices. "Oohhh... you're wet!" I said appreciatively, pulling my hand up to my lips and sucking the slick, sweet substance from my fingers. "I think I've been moist down there all day." She ran her fingers over the matted pubes. "All I could think about, with my suit riding up my crack all afternoon on the beach in front of all those attractive men, was how much I wanted to have sex. How much I really needed sex. I know we did it a couple times today already but I want more." "I want more, too, more of you dear." With that, I began exploring her with my finger again, probing delicately between her slick folds. I started to masturbate her steadily, as I often do during our lovemaking. Her arousal was obvious as she moaned and writhed on my fingers. My middle finger slid around until it made contact with her clit. She seemed to crave having her clit touched. With her anxiously panting, I stroked her directly, steadily and ever more rapidly. Our eyes met and we shared a look of mutual need. Without looking down she felt for me and let her palm rest over the swollen head of my cock. My hips trembled and I let out a loud gasp. We played on for a little while longer until she abruptly leaned away from me. "This is a little uncomfortable standing here," Mary Ann said and with that she stepped back and sat herself down on the hardwood bench at the other end of the shower stall. She leaned back and propped both feet up on the edge of the wet bench... spreading her thighs and exposing that delicious womanly sex entirely to my view. I could still see by the glistening reflections off the pretty pink she was as soaked inside as she was out. The sunlight shone in the shower stall through the thin gaps in the boards and illuminated her beautiful body. I just stared in total awe. "Do you like the view?" I heard her ask through my trance. I could only nod yes as I took hold of my still hard cock. "Yes, go ahead; I want to see you stroke your hard cock." Her voice got raspy as she looked at me. "Jerk that cock for me!" And she did watch me, very intently as I stroked my long shaft. "You know you have a really nice thick cock. I see it more often than you think, that big thing, in your pants." As she spoke she spread her thighs wider and scooted her bottom forward on the wood bench, then she began to rub herself. "Are you going to do it right here?" I think I must have said a couple of octaves higher than normal I was so shocked at what I was seeing. "Yeah...I think I will. Wanna watch me, too?" "Hell yeah!" I could not believe this. I saw my wife's eyes close and her expression slowly turned from innocent bliss to intense pleasure. There was my wife, naked, propped up on the shower bench, her fingers gliding through her slick pussy lips and around her reddish bead of a clit. I stood there watching and we masturbated for each other. I found myself speeding up my own manual stimulation. But she called up to me, "Make it feel good, Donnie. Keep jerking that big cock of yours, I want you to shoot a big load for me." She kept talking dirty to me as I felt the cum building up in my balls. "Does it feel good?" "It feels so good staring at the amazing body of yours. I'm gonna cum real soon." She used one hand to open her pussy lips wide and with one finger she played with her clit. But this time she went slowly, first making wide circles around the hood, then smaller ones. Her erect clit stuck up so prominently. I could hear her breath quicken as she pushed two fingers back in, forcing out more hot liquid, making the seat under her pool with her juices. She rode her fingers like I've only known her to do my hard cock, faster and faster, the motion of her own hips getting her off. Then she abruptly pinched her clit, pulling is outward, moaning more loudly now. She looked into my eyes, "I'm close, so close. Do you want to see me cum?" I just nod my head, completely unable to speak as my knees bent and I stroked still faster. She pressed her hand down onto her sex, with one finger still vigorously massaging her clit. Her whole body rocked back and forth on that damp wooden bench. By now her lips were swollen and soaked. Her cheeks had been flushed, but now they turned crimson with her full arousal. Her eyes fluttered shut and she seemed to try and hold her body motionless, but she quivered with the effort. I could tell she was going down that familiar route. She was definitely nearing orgasm and in my own passion I stepped forward bridging the gap between us. That startled her for just a second. "Donnie!" she cried out, panting. "Go right ahead, my dear." I said, starting to pant, myself, "go ahead and cum for me." But now my rock hard cock was being pumped just inches from her hot little slit. She went crazy at this point and started whimpering and moaning and thrusting her pussy up towards my pumping fist. Suddenly I could feel her fingers moving with lightning speed across her clit, because the hand I had wrapped around my cock was against her hand. This touching one another without really touching was too much for either of us. Mary Ann started rubbing her nipples as she clutched her pussy and started bucking her pussy up against me. My eyes went from her face to looking at me jacking myself off back down to her hand working like crazy on her beautiful pussy. I was being turned on to a whole new experience of watching. Suddenly she moaned really loud and her legs shook. "Now! I'm cumming...now!" Her eyes closed as her hand was going so fast up and down on her clit that it was a blur. I stopped pumping my cock for those precious few seconds so she could sufficiently grind her slit and our knuckles rubbed together as she threw her head back in orgasm. She took in a sharp breath and then a little squeak escaped from her lips as she came with a big extended groan and for the first time in my life I watched a series of the most wonderful contractions, accompanied by panting and sighing of the most fantastic kind. I knew she was cumming and cumming hard. Actually the first orgasm must have been followed almost immediately by a second or maybe it was just one big one with a little lull in the middle. In either case, she grunted almost obscenely for several seconds as she rode out her climax. It was obviously an exceptionally strong orgasm for her and a very exciting one to witness. It was incredible. A gasp of breath and she relaxed as her fingers slowly continued stroking her drenched pussy. Mary Ann bit her lip and looked back up at me. "Are you almost ready to cum?" She asked. But before I could reply she leaned forward, her face inches from my cock and suddenly spit a mouthful of saliva right onto my cockhead. "There work that in, I want to see your cock nice and shiny, stroke it for me. Stroke it!" Her added warm saliva had my hand ever more slippery and sliding up and down my shaft, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" With my hand stroking ever faster, her saliva dripped down on to my balls. But when she reached up and started to tickle my balls, that did it! I started groaning myself and before long I began to pump my hips and my cock jerked upwards propelling my cum out, sending it flying over my wife's head. Then suddenly it spasmed violently upward again, sending another blast of cum in the air splattering on her face and neck. She alternated between huge giggles and exclaiming, "Wow! Wow!" My wife's mouth was wide open, her eyes fixated on my straining cock as the cum continued to spurt out. "Oh my!" Mary Ann squealed as I continued to pump my cock and the cum kept squirting out. More shots of thick white cum sprayed out and landed on her stomach. As my ejaculations waned, Mary Ann leaned up, cum streaked across her face and hair and down over her naked body. I was mesmerized. We stared at each other for a moment, her body limp and positively glowing. A smile crept across her lips. "You didn't imagine I would ever do that in front of you now did you?" My answer was to take her by the hand and pull her up and hold her tight as my cum squished between us all over our bare skin. "Nicest vacation thrill I ever got." Then I kissed her again. After another moment she pulled away and said, "I thoroughly enjoyed my cum, my dear. And you were amazing! Where did you get all that cum? You already came two times today." she said. "It's because you turn me on so much. It's your fault I came this much." I tensed and bit my lip knowing full well she didn't know two things. First, I had actually cum three times already that day, another time right after lunch as I had hung back while everyone else had gone to the beach and had read some hot stories on Lit off my laptop. Second, if she only knew this last cum had initially been generated by her lovely sister. She laughed as she wiped the cum off of her skin. "I think I need another shower now." She said that as her fingers played with the wetness and my sticky mess on her stomach and down through her pubes. I do love my wife dearly, but after that week at the beach just thinking about my sister in those bikinis still turns me on. Many times I have seen my sis-in-law since and every time I wonder what she would look like naked. And yes, I will admit more than a time or two since that beach week I've jacked off thinking of her. Okay, and once I even masturbated to my greatest fantasy, being with two sexy women. That fantasy is now all about my wife and Jamie. That really turns me on! My cock gets the hardest and the quickest every time I even start to think about being in bed with the two of them. Masturbation Diaries: Caught! I was alone this summer Saturday morning. My wife was out shopping with a friend while I caught up on some work cleaning out the store room in the garage. It was a very useful place to store crap, but all too handy and I finally realized I could hardly get into it let alone find what I needed like my golf clubs or softball gear. The space needed an overhaul. After getting up late, eating more of a brunch than breakfast and getting dressed in shorts and a t-shirt I took a big breath and jumped right on in. I started with the empty boxes, large and small, collected over the last several years. You know what I'm talking about, all those electronics gadget boxes and such that you'll never use again, but you keep just in case. Soon piles of 'keep', 'organize' and 'throw out' began to grow. After a couple of hours, after making decent headway and sweating profusely, I was ready for a short break. I went over to the refrigerator in the back of the garage and got a beer. I chugged down about half of it before I took another breath. Pulling up my t-shirt I wiped the rolling sweat from my face and looked over at the short stack of broken down boxes. I realized it would be a big recycling pick up for the guys that week. I drank down the last of the first beer and reached in for a second bottle taking it back to the store room with me. It was getting hotter by the minute in that enclosure. I swilled down another couple good slugs of beer then whipped off my shirt, wiped my face with it again and continued to work in just my shorts and old jogging shoes. As I tossed another box out toward the door I missed and it rebounded back against the tool stand which rattled one of my old shovels and it fell over slamming against the cabinet hard enough to pop open the nearest compartment door. No sooner than the door opened than something familiar fell out onto the concrete floor. A pair of my wife's panties. Well, I guess I need to explain here. As you know by now if you've read more of my 'Diaries' I'm a fairly healthy and prolific masturbator. Although I'm sure I'm not the only husband that has used his wife's underwear to play a little, I may be one of the few that takes them down to the garage clandestinely to rub out a good cum. Well, I had forgotten I'd left that pair of yellow panties in the cabinet a couple of weeks ago. I had brought them down to do my solo thing, but before I could get started a neighbor had come by and we ended up chatting for so long I was totally out of the mood. Plus by then my wife had found another chore for me upstairs. Anyway, I had forgotten I'd stashed them there very abruptly before I was discovered with them. When I picked up the dainty underwear, the touch of the silky material on my fingers immediately sent a tingle up my arm and through my body...coming to light a heated spark right between my legs. The image of my wife, Mary Ann and the last time I saw her wearing those yellow undies flashed across my mind. It was a month or so ago, a date night, when we had gone out for dinner and a movie. After we got home, we didn't make it upstairs but undressed right in the living room. I remember rubbing my nose over that yellow silky material as she lay on the couch and then I nibbled her though them before I finally took them off and we made love. Well, there I stood just inside the doorway of the store room, the open garage door on the other side of that door. It was the only thing between me, the driveway and our neighborhood beyond. I could feel the obvious hard-on stretching down my shorts. The horny masturbator was back! I knew it wasn't the best time and place, but with a quick look out the door and then down at the serious tent made in my shorts by the boner I had...my mind was in only one place. I reached for the waistband of my shorts, took a deep breath and shoved them down to my knees. The images of that passionate night last month and my lovely naked wife filtered through my mind as I started to stroke my nearly fully erect manhood with her pretty yellow panties. A warm shiver took over my mostly naked body as I stroked my shaft slowly, up and down. Suddenly I thought I heard something outside the garage. I stopped, my hand squeezing the soft panties around my hard cock as I leaned out to look and listen. Nothing. The neighborhood was sunny and quiet. I took a deep breath and eased back, closed my eyes and went back to a smooth stroking rhythm. It felt so good and I knew I was going to get close fairly quickly. As I remembered how wonderful that date night was again and how we ended up cumming together...I was about to cum again... "Oh my gosh!" I heard the shrill voice. My eyes shot open and I found my wife standing there with a look of shock on her face. My breathing stopped and so nearly did my heart. "Mary Ann!" My wife looked down at my crotch and lifted a hand to her mouth then backed away. "Oh my...wha-what are you doing in there?" Mary Ann gasped, her gaze alternating between the hard-on in my fist and I'm sure my beet-red face. I had been caught nearly cum-handed. There was no instant explanation. I stood there naked with my cock in one hand and her panties in the other. "What were you doing?" She asked again. "Were, were you...oh my gosh..." "No, nothing, honest!" I stammered, staring off above her head. "Don't lie, I saw you. You were playing with yourself, weren't you?" I didn't know what to do. How was I going to get out of this? I took a step back further into the store room, her panties clutched over my crotch and my shorts now at my ankles. "Were you really in there jerking off? And with my panties no less." "Yes," I finally answered weakly. "So this is what you do while I'm out shopping?" My wife said, only now I saw the smirk on her face. She looked from my face down to my still mostly hard cock, shaking her head, like she couldn't believe what she was seeing but at the same time seemed to be enjoying having caught me in a most compromising position. "Well what have you got to say for yourself?" I went through the usual stages, despair that I had been caught, fright as to what would happen next and finally what would she think of me using her panties to masturbate with. She stood there scowling, legs staunch and slightly apart, arms crossed in front of her. "Well were you at least thinking about me while you were doing it?" "Yes," I said perfectly honestly. "But how can I be sure you weren't thinking of some young hot thing instead?" "Believe me. I'm sorry...I was just..." I was feeling self-conscious, naturally, still naked and in front of her with no denying what I'd been up to. "You're not getting off that easy...literally!" She chuckled then looked down at my crotch again. "It looks like he's still plenty eager. Did I catch you before you could squirt? Take away the panties and let me see all of him." My cock was still near a full erection, sticking straight out in front of me. Even I had to chuckle at my predicament by then. We both started turning red as we went into hysterics. When we had both caught our breath Mary Ann took a step toward me. "I'm going to be nice about this," said Mary Ann. "You're going to finish what you started. But I get to watch." "You can't be for real?" "I'm afraid I am." "What about just letting me off with a warning or something?" I pleaded. Mary Ann shook her head. "The damage is already done. Backing out is no longer an option." "But, I can't..." I stammered. "Don't interrupt. I'm explaining the rules. You can play with your thing wrapped in my panties, but I get to control when you're going to cum." My cock actually twitched at her words. "But before you interrupted me I was close to cumming. I was almost ready to erupt. I may not be able to control it." "Here's what we're going to do," said my wife. "You're going to tug that naughty thing of yours and I'm going to stand here and watch you do it. If you get close to cumming, you're going to stop and ask if it's time. If I say no, you have to stop touching it until you've relaxed and ponder what you got caught doing here today. Cum before I give you the okay and I'll put getting into my pants out of bounds for a month. Got that?" I stood there in sheer amazement at what I was hearing. I didn't know whether to be relieved or more anxious still. "Got it?" She asked again. "Got it." I said and did as I was told. I slowly lowered my hands and glanced at my wife as she stood there in the doorway her arms crossed over her chest staring at me. "Now, take it back in your hand and my panties. I am going to watch you play with yourself. Do it." She as much as ordered. I gripped my manhood with my empty hand and began a slow stroke. A generous drop of clear per-cum oozed out the tip right off. "I'm afraid it won't be much of a show," I paused looking to her for any reaction. "I really was so close before it won't take much to get me there again. If it means anything I was doing it as I thought about the last time I took these panties off you." I held up the dainty yellow underwear. "I'm glad you were thinking of me," Mary Ann smiled at first and then quickly dissolved it back to a more serious expression. "But I guess I'll get what I get. Wouldn't be the first time you popped off on me so quick." Now her expression became a devilish smirk. That quip hurt, but knowing I had done this to myself I stared at the floor as I held my penis. Then I heard Mary Ann say, "Go ahead jack off with my panties." She nodded at them in my other hand. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. I slowly raised my eyes to her look her in the face again, I'm sure a pleading look plastered across mine. She repeated the order, "Go on jack off." "But..." "Damn it, Don, it's not like it's the first time you've done it in front of me. Remember you even jacked off for me on our first date, before we knew it was our first date." That actually elicited a smile from me as I had a flashback to the erotic encounter we'd had back in college in the campus library. Another surge of excitement flowed from my groin out through the renewed swollen again head of my cock. I finally raised my other hand and wrapped the cool pair of panties around it, then started stroking more fervently. As I thought, I was quick to get back to the point of being ready to cum. "Dear, I need to cum, please." I looked out at my wife, who still held her pose, her arms still across her chest. She just shook her head. I groaned and immediately stopped my stroking. After a few full and heavy breaths I slowly grasped my hard shaft and went back to more slowly rub her soft panties up and down its length. Every time I came close to the brink of cumming, I'd ask 'Is it time?'. Each time she'd say a simple 'Not yet'. It successively got harder and harder to stop my impending orgasm. I had to buckle my knees and squeeze the base of my cock extra hard to stem the flow. And of course my wife didn't help matters any. After about the fourth interruption Mary Ann stepped closer and leaned in until she breathed on my face before whispering, "What's the matter? Is it starting to hurt? Are you thinking I may not let you cum after all?" I let out a very strained groan as I squeezed that much harder on the root of my manhood. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. "I can't...I can't stop from cumming!" "Well you'd better stop, or I'll make it three months you won't get any of this," and with that she actually stood there in our garage and ran her palm between her legs. She rubbed there a few seconds and looked at me with the hottest look I'd seen in years. "I think I like this little game." "You're enjoying this entirely too much," I said breathing hard. She burst out laughing. "I am aren't I?" So here I was aroused beyond my immediate peril of having been caught and her face was radiantly happy looking down at my steel hard penis. "This is so humiliating!" I called out. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." Mary Ann laughed heartily again. I was getting even more turned on and ever more desperate than ever to cum. "Look at your thing," she said, reaching down with one hand and lightly tickling the shaft and head with her fingers. "It's so sexy, isn't it?" Before I could even try to respond, Mary Ann abruptly stepped back and turned to face out toward the driveway. "Oh hi Molly," I heard my wife say. "Hi Mary Ann," I then heard our next door neighbor's voice just outside the garage. I about fell back into my golf clubs as I stumbled away from the door while trying to cover myself. "Where's your husband?!" asked Molly. There was a silence and then I heard, "Oh, uh, he's tied up doing something." I was leaning back against the cabinet, trying not to move or make any noise as to give myself away. The whole time I still had Mary Ann's panties gripped around my cock, pre-cum drooling down over them. "I just wanted to remind him he promised to come by today and install my knobs." Molly added sounding as if she was right on the other side of the door about then. "Your what?" I heard a chuckle catch in my wife's throat. "My knobs, my new kitchen cabinet knobs." Mary Ann cleared her throat, "Oh those. Uh, yes, I'll remind him." "You know, Mary Ann, your husband is a good man. He is so good with his hands." I heard Mary Ann about choke, "Uh, yes he is, isn't he." "If he wasn't already married to you I might have to think about flirting my way into those hands." I heard Molly give a nervous little laugh. Something about that comment made me forget all about being caught and I found myself stroking my hard cock while both women stood on the other side of that door. I rubbed slowly at first. The panties were no longer that cool softness, but were rather warm sliding up and down my stiff shaft as my own body heat had thoroughly warmed them. It felt so good! "Well, I'll be sure to remind Don about your knobs." I heard Mary Ann say and then saw her step back into my view, at least far enough that I could see her backside on this side of the open door. That pretty sight only stoked my fire; I flexed my knees and started stroking my cock that much faster. "See ya then." I heard Molly's voice as it faded down the driveway. About then Mary Ann turned and looked at me. I was stroking in earnest now. "Hmm, did almost getting caught again make you even more horny?" She walked closer and stood just outside the doorway now. "I, I'm not going to stop...this time." I stammered as I stroked still faster. "I'm gonna cum." "Mmmm, but I didn't tell you that you could, my dear." "I...don't care. I...have...to...cum." I more groaned than spoke as I stroked. "I'm almost sorry to say you are making me extremely horny, doing that now." Then with those words, I watched as my lovely wife slid her hand back between her legs and rubbed down the crotch seam of her shorts. I'm not sure I could have stroked any faster at that point, but my knees flexed just a bit more and my hips joined the game and began to jut forward, thrusting my hard cock further through my fist and into the almost thoroughly pre-cum dampened panties. I heard Mary Ann let out a whispered moan as her lower lip curled under and her eyes squinted as she looked directly at what I was doing to her yellow underwear. I lowered my eyes back down from her beautiful face to her hand stroking the crotch of her shorts wondering just how damp the panties she had on were. The aching tightness of my balls clenched yet tighter, my climax building quickly. I started stroking for all I was worth. "Yes, yes!" said Mary Ann, "Go you little pervert, go!" I no longer cared I was standing naked in front of my wife, in the open door of our storage room, only that door between me and the neighbors. I just wanted to cum! I needed to cum! "Come on," she said with a seductive, mock-pleading tone, "oh, baby don't you want to cum? Hmmm?" I'm sure Mary Ann intended it to be a rhetorical question as she knew from my scrunched up face, my heavy breathing and the pace at which I was jacking off for her I was almost there. "You're gonna cum so good aren't you," she taunted, caressing her own crotch ever faster and tighter. "Yeah...you know you can't resist...the pleasure is growing inside of you, you feel it building up." I was stroking so fast now, I lost my grip on her panties and they fell to the concrete floor in a whisper. But I didn't stop. If anything I rubbed more smoothly up and down my pre-cum coated shaft. Mary Ann could see that I was there. She actually laughed as she reached out her free hand and held it just under my cock head. "Here give me some of that hot man-cum." No sooner than she'd said that and her warm palm touched my cock head than I lost it. The first thick, very thrilling blast of my hot cum flew out toward my lovely wife overshooting her open hand. I immediately rose up on my tip toes, thrust my hips forward and my cock exploded with blast after blast of cum, shooting heated white streams out in front of me. "Oh my gosh!" Mary Ann squealed as the splatters landed on her top, her shorts, down on her tennis shoes and even on her little white socks. I collapsed to my knees, still slowly stroking my softening cock as my orgasm subsided. Mary Ann giggled as the last of my cum dribbled out onto the concrete floor. "You better now?" "Oh, yes," I said with a smile, breathing hard. She leaned back and grinned. "No more masturbating in the store room, okay?" "Cross my heart," I said, making the symbolic gesture over my left breast smearing a little of the cum from my finger on my skin. "From here on out, I'm a good boy." "I'll say no more then." With that she clapped her hands together. "Only I'm not done with you yet. But what happens the rest of the evening is between you and me, two very consenting adults. I have a need my masturbating won't satisfy." She grinned a new lusty grin as she ran her hand between her legs and along the seam of her shorts again. "Shall we go inside so you can take care of me now?" She held out her hand. I took it and stepped out of the store room. Mary Ann stopped suddenly and turned to me. "Don. I still love you." Then she gave me gentle kiss on the cheek. "And I love you, too." We proceeded to make love the rest of the night in our bed. Masturbation Diaries: College Dance To most people I appear shy in public, although friendly and caring. What most people don't know is that hidden behind the quiet exterior is a sex addict. I can't get enough of it! Some days I cannot stop thinking about my cock. Maybe I'm not totally obsessed with it but at least twenty times a day I do think about my cock. I think about what it looks like, what it feels like between my legs, in my briefs or in my boxers. I think about even more how it feels when I get to stroke it. I have been masturbating for most of my life and for as long as I can remember I have been jacking off at least once every day if not more. Now, as a happily married guy for over 28 years I still have to admit to enjoying some of my most intense orgasms solo. I still usually do it a minimum of four or five times a week; on good weeks almost daily. I don't think my wife has any problems with my masturbating, but it's something we've never talked about. Although for several years while the kids were still at home it was difficult to find enough privacy for a good, intense masturbation session, it has always continued to be a wonderful part of my sex life. Nowadays I am able to look forward to those times and plan more on how to have a great time with my cock! Though I've actually never kept a true diary on my masturbatory exploits, I thought I'd reminisce a bit and share just how important masturbation has always been to me... I think the homecoming dance began at eight o'clock but we didn't get there until a little before nine. My college freshman girlfriend had taken a little longer to ready than planned so we got a late start and the restaurant we went to was slow. But all that was made up by the sight of Samantha that night. I knew she had a great body, with an absolutely fantastically shaped bottom that I still tend to daydream about to this day. On this particular night she wore a soft satin, floral patterned full length dress. It wasn't skin tight, but it was extremely clingy and you could certainly see all her wonderful features. Now you have to understand right off, her gown was one of most incredibly beautiful and sexy dresses I had ever seen on any girl. Well, we danced a couple fast dances, talked and had a lot fun that night just being together. Finally, I led her on to the dance floor for our first slow dance. We held each other very awkwardly at first. Soon, though, I was closer than I'd ever been to this girl and I was thrilled to see the serene smile on her face. For the next hour or so, I did not care about anything other than having her close to me, feeling her warm body through that smooth dress and having her soft dirty blonde hair brush against my face. Later while we were dancing another particularly slow and quiet number I held her exceptionally tight and could feel the warmth between us. I ran my hand down her back and before I realized it my palm was cupping the upper slope of her right butt cheek. Suddenly it hit me...I had not felt a break of any kind under that clingy dress of hers. She wasn't wearing any underwear! 'Little College Donnie' immediately stirred more than he had already been in my dress pants. Throughout the evening as we continued to dance and talk I kept coming back to the thought of her being bare down there under her gown. But to my young horny college freshman credit, I kept myself in check. It was after a visit to the ladies room, when Samantha returned that I noticed her perky hard nipples were clearly obvious in that shimmering dress. I stole several looks at her breasts to see her nipples were very noticeably protruding. Samantha looked right at me one of those times. Catching my gaze, she panned down quickly. When she looked back at me she had this sly knowing grin on her lips and gleam in her eyes. Moments later we were back out on the dance floor Eventually there was another slow number and we went back out to the dance floor. I looked at her and kind of grinned but awkwardly pulled her into my arms. By this time a bunch of sexual tension had already built up inside me. Feeling her young body in my arms was electric. It was the most erotic I'd felt in my young life and I was most definitely aroused, but still trying hard to control it. I could tell her breathing was a bit labored and I thought I saw her face was flushed. I stroked her neck gently and ruffled her hair, before I tipped her chin up and gave her a kiss. She kissed me back and pulled me even closer. I knew she had to feel my stiff young sex poking into her tummy. I think I actually took a breath and let out a groan of pain and excitement. She was shaking as my body pressed into that gorgeous floral dress she wore, but I also felt myself oozing a fair bit of pre-cum between us, too. I was wondering how I was going to continue dancing without it being noticeable. I threw my fate to the winds and started dancing even closer. It was very, very good, and Samantha was very close and very, very warm. She smelled so good, too. And I was thoroughly hard. I could feel myself my self getting even more excited. I felt myself getting closer to what might be a spontaneous ejaculation just knowing that she was seeing my reaction and the now total soaking that was all over my balls, head, and shaft. As she moved with me her pelvis inched closer to my hard shaft. I thought, unless I changed my thoughts, I was going to shoot a load right there on the dance floor and really feel like an idiot. She knew I must have been reacting to her by now. As her hands moved around my pubic bone, she brushed by my erection, around my balls, then under to inside my thigh. I thought I was going to explode! But it was then the band finished the song and I took a big breath as she eased away from me. While she applauded the band, I adjusted my cock in my pants, hoping to make it less obvious. She glanced back at me and grinned. Her green eyes nearly melted me. My cock was so hard it hurt. There I stood with my hand in my pocket still trying to adjust myself. "Well now, did I have anything to do with that?" Samantha nodded downward. My not so subtle attempts to hide my hard-on had obviously been in vain. "I feel responsible for getting you that way," she added before I could open my mouth. "I, um...well," I finally stuttered, "you are, you know, awful sexy tonight...and..." Samantha took a step closer and reached out to stroke the bulge in my pants. "No, I didn't know that, but thank you. And I know I'm not obligated to help out a horny boy," she said in a slightly lower and more seductive voice, "but I wouldn't mind help you out with this." She stroked my cock through my pants. I thought I was going to rip through the zipper in my pants! "I can't let you go anywhere like that. It's got to hurt. Let's go sit back down." Before I knew what we were really doing, she as much as led me and 'Little College Donnie' back to a table on the far edge of the room. We sat and she continued to stroke me through my pants. "I need to see what poor shape he is in," and with that she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. In a flash she had pulled my cock out from my briefs. I let out a heavy sigh of relief as my young manhood was freed from its tight confines and stretched up from my crotch nice and tall. Samantha grinned. "So doesn't that does feel better now?" Then she proceeded to wrap her hand around my cock and began to slowly rub her palm up and down the underside. I sucked in another deep breath and thrust my hips up to meet her hand. "Donnie," she said, "how often do you do this sort of thing to yourself?" Her voice asked a little too sarcastically. "I bet you like to do it in the dark, in the dorm with the lights off, over one of those hot centerfold models don't you." Finally, other than a few grunts and nods of my head I was able to communicate, although with a rather noticeable breathy strain to my voice. "Yes, I jack off in the dark middle of the night a lot, sometimes even when my roommate is on the upper bunk and he doesn't know." Samantha's fingers kept up their movement. "I've seen you looking at my ass and my boobs. What do you think?" "What?" Again I knew I wasn't subtle about my leering lustfully at her tonight, but to have it thrown in my face shocked me. "What do you think? Are they as hot as those models in your magazines?" "Yeah," I managed to say between holding my breath trying to suppress a louder groan. "I already told you that you look sexy. You're hot, Samantha." At that she suddenly released my hard-on and sat back in her chair. I sucked in a deeper breath and held it at being left hanging all of a sudden. "Maybe I should just let you go to the bathroom and take care of yourself." She looked me hard in the eyes. "Nah, they might see you on the way to the bathroom and know exactly what you are going there to do," she said as she crossed her arms up under her breasts both elevating her beautiful assets and tightening the gown across her extremely hard nipples. "Am I hot enough for you to keep sitting there and jacking off for me now?" "What?" I know my face showed more than shock. My jaw dropped I'm sure. But as I watched her eyes move back down to the throbbing shaft between my legs it was like she was willing my hand to go there. "Oh hell," I groaned aloud. Nobody was paying the slightest bit of attention to us. They all were into themselves or one another. I had my palm around my cock and stroking before I could comprehend where this was going. I got into a nice smooth rhythm and literally did not have the sense to know we were still at the dance. I was totally focused on Samantha. As far as I was concerned at that moment it was just her and I in the room. For Samantha's part, she got very quiet as she watched me. I did notice her breathing at a faster rate as I could see the outline of erect nipples through her dress moving up and down as her chest heaved. I continued to slowly stroke myself. Then Samantha abruptly interjected. "Would you rather be jacking off over your girls, instead of doing this to me, Donnie?" "Uh huh, I mean, no!" I gasped a little too loudly. "Does that make you feel really good, stroking yourself, Donnie?" Sam continued. "Will you think only about me and cum for me? Will you cum and say my name as you do?" I was in no position to argue and had no urge to let go of myself. "Yes," I managed to say. "Please." "Please what, Donnie?" Samantha looked me in the eyes, deliberately, lasciviously, as my hand rubbed the length of my cock "Do need a little help with this?" She nodded down to my crotch. "He is just so enormous and so very hard, isn't he?" All I could do was nod and grunt at this point. She sat up in her chair and leaned forward. Her gown gaped at the bosom allowing me to see most of her boobs. "There you go," she said. "Get a good look. You want to, don't you?" "Yeah, yes I do," I muttered, "and they look even better than I imagined." "Flattery will get you everywhere," she said as she leaned in a little further and her cleavage presented itself in its full glory. Her right breast was almost about to spill out the top of the gown. I could see the slightest darker color of her nipple. I worked on my penis earnestly. I pushed my hips out to the edge of my chair and started stroking my erection up and down. I would speed up and slow down, finally wrapping my full hand around my cock. It was dizzyingly good. The sensations were incredible. I looked at Samantha and to say she was enjoying herself too was an understatement. The way she almost studied my cock and the smile she had on her face was a turn on in itself. I had never had a girl take such interest in my 'Little Donnie'. "Does that feel good?" she teased. "You like that?" "Oh yes," I said. "Oh yeah. This is so incredible, it's like a fantasy come true." I managed to gasp, even though I knew that the combination of my stroking, her hot looks and her voice all were about to finish me off. "I like to imagine that I'm a porn star sometimes," she said as she leaned over a little more still. I could feel her breath on the head of my cock and it warmly flowed hitting every nerve in it. "I like to imagine that I'm the one boys jerk off over. I imagine them pulling their cocks out and jerking off to me. Oh and all that cum!" I groaned and felt myself swell even more in my hand. "I would love to know how it feels and how it looks when you cum..." And man did I want to cum for her! I reached under my balls and aggressively began to massage them as I started pumping myself faster, my other hand sliding up and down my now pre-cum slickened shaft. My hips bucked into my fist as I sped up looking between those gorgeous boobs and that lovely smiling face of Samantha's. "Let me have your cum," she said. "I want it, I want you to shoot all over me, I want to make you cum and make you feel good." Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide. I gasped and quickly I reached the point of no return. Samantha leaned in toward me some more and I came instantly. The first spurt flew up and smeared across the side of the tablecloth, the next splattered up her arm. I know I was huffing and puffing as I came and came. "Yes, shoot it for me, make yourself feel good, yes," she purred, smiling. "Look at all that cum." I kept pulling on my hard cock until I felt the last stream of cum running out of me, running down over my hand as Samantha continued to breathe over. I don't know what my face looked like at that moment but Samantha was elated, it was in her smiling face. I looked down at where she was staring to where I still had my cock in hand. My hand and my cock head were shining with my cum. Samantha reached across the table and took a couple of napkins and wiped herself off. Still smiling from ear to ear she tossed them into my lap. "Here, you better clean yourself up." She sat back and adjusted her gown back up around her bosom then looked me in the eye. "And hurry, I need to cum bad myself. But unlike you just did I want a little help if you know what I mean." With that she let her tongue slip out between her lips and wiggled it around as she winked at me. I knew exactly what she meant as my own tongue tingled and swelled at the thought. I cleaned up quick and we stole away from the dance to have our own party. Masturbation Diaries: Daily Commute To most people I appear shy in public, although friendly and caring. What most people don't know is that hidden behind the quiet exterior is a sex addict. I can't get enough of it! Some days I cannot stop thinking about my cock. Maybe I'm not totally obsessed with it but at least twenty times a day I do think about my cock. I think about what it looks like, what it feels like between my legs, in my briefs or in my boxers. I think about even more how it feels when I get to stroke it. I have been masturbating for most of my life and for as long as I can remember I have been jacking off at least once every day if not more. Now, as a happily married guy for over 28 years I still have to admit to enjoying some of my most intense orgasms solo. I still usually do it a minimum of four or five times a week; on good weeks almost daily. I don't think my wife has any problems with my masturbating, but it's something we've never talked about. Although for several years while the kids were still at home it was difficult to find enough privacy for a good, intense masturbation session, it has always continued to be a wonderful part of my sex life. Nowadays I am able to look forward to those times and plan more on how to have a great time with my cock! Though I've actually never kept a true diary on my masturbatory exploits, I thought I'd reminisce a bit and share just how important masturbation has always been to me... My boner had not totally shrunk away by the time I got to my car. I was still totally horny with an almost electric charge in my body. As I backed out of the driveway I'd wished I had finished what I had started that morning. I should have never sat and read all those hot Lit stories and not taken care of myself before I left the house. My erection was keeping itself known as it formed a nice bulge between my legs. I had to try my best to ignore it, hoping it would go away before I got to work. And I thought it surely would have as I have a forty-five minute to an hour commute on a good day. On that day I had driven for twenty minutes before the traffic ground to a halt. As I sat there behind the wheel I soon heard on the car radio a five-car accident had occurred three miles down the highway and to expect serious delays until the accident was cleared. So there I was stuck in traffic, slowly creeping forward every now and again, but not really getting anywhere. By this time each stop and start actually made my morning horniness worse and I instinctively pressed my legs together to try and quell the feeling. Of course, it only made me even more aroused. As we crept along, I continually had one hand or the other in my crotch, playing with my not unsurprisingly half hard manhood. I drive a SUV so I sit higher up than some of the cars on either side of me. But even from my vantage point I couldn't see what other drivers were doing below the tops of their steering wheels. So, I assumed they couldn't see below mine. I found myself quickly coming around to a lingering sexy idea as I took a quick glance down at my bulging dress slacks. My hard-on was being contained in a limited space and just had to be released or repositioned. Once again, we crept forward in the line of traffic. I laughed at myself and actually whispered, "I can't with all of these people around." I simultaneously reiterated to my conscience that nobody would see. It's not as if they anyone was paying attention anyway. With another check of the traffic and keeping my eyes on the road, I loosened my belt and opened up my pants. I glanced down and although I was still fully covered by my underwear, I could see the outline of my hard cock. I took a deep breath, looked back out to the road and line of cars in front of me before I reached in and rubbed myself a few times. I had the largest bulge ever in my briefs. I was so turned on and I couldn't stand it! And I didn't. With the next full stop in the flow of traffic and my foot securely on the brake, I reached in further and with much difficulty finally was able to pull my manhood out. I slid my hand down over the bared tip and instantly felt a tingle go through my entire body. The car in front of me moved forward and I came back to reality for a moment to ease up on the brake and to roll ahead several feet before we stopped once again. No sooner had my foot pressed fully on the brake than I took back hold of my erection. The feeling was truly wonderful. I began to squeeze harder and harder and I could see the tip of my penis get larger as I did. It swelled and the skin got shiny and almost purple staring up at me from my lap. Man, did it feel good! I stroked it gently, with just the tips of my fingers and glanced back down in time to see a rivulet of pre-cum leak from the little opening of my very hard cock. I breathed a little heavier as I continued to stroke myself. The traffic may have been slow going but it was so thrilling to play with my cock and think of what I was doing all the while wondering if anybody around me knew it. What an erotic rush! As I looked back out at the traffic I could see a few women in their cars around me and it was no problem to include them in my thoughts while playing with myself. With one hand on the wheel I wet the thumb and two fingers of the other and gently rubbed myself until I was almost on the verge of cumming, but I stopped somehow. I spent the next ten minutes squeezing and giving my cock hardly noticeable strokes until my balls seemed ready to burst. Pre-cum leaked out all over my fingers allowing me to fully slick up the full mushroom head of my manhood. Now it was truly shining, as that one watery eye looked up at me. As I continued to slowly stroke myself we crept forward little by little still in the traffic jam. It was exciting to be playing with myself knowing that at any moment somebody, maybe a cute female in a bigger vehicle could pass by and check me out. Actually, I probably would have swerved off the shoulder in embarrassment had that happened. But then again the feelings were so great I more likely may have been in no position to stop what I was doing. That was when I looked out my driver's side window. And there she was! The beautiful woman I had been hoping to roll up beside me to provide the added inspiration I wanted. She was in an open top red convertible. How much more could my wish have come true? Well, how about just how beautiful she was! Her long dark brown hair blew back in the breeze of the morning and her dress bared her shoulders providing a generous amount of tanned skin to tantalize me with. I even found myself easing up in my seat to look further into her car. My heart raced and my cock pulsed in my hand when I saw the dress she wore was also a short one. From my angle I could see a mostly bared left thigh of my brunette beauty. In this position, my cock head rubbed the lower part of the steering wheel. I looked down and saw I had smeared a generous amount of pre-cum across the leather. When I eased slowly back down in my seat I remained connected through a thin line of clear pre-cum. I grinned as I played another funny in my mind about my cock taking over the driving chores for a few minutes. It was driving me at the moment! I thought of my beautiful commuting buddy again and stole another quick glance at her before looking back at the road ahead. Luckily it was quick as I nearly ran up the bumper of the tiny compact car in front of me. I grabbed the steering wheel and with both hands gripping tightly I slammed on my brakes. First I looked down and saw the pre-cum connection to my steering wheel had been broken. Although my hard-on had not been affected as it still remained as hard as ever and even continued to drool out the tiny little hole. When I returned my eyes back to my left I realized my hot brunette fantasy had drawn up even with me when we both had stopped. This time though she looked up and bright smiled emerged from under her sunglasses. I found my erection standing straight and tall when I put my hand back around it as my eyes remained fixed on her. I started stroking while she still looked up at me. I knew she couldn't see anything below my window, however, I wasn't sure what she could see on my face. I could feel my heart was pounding away as I glanced over into her car. I could see well enough that she blushed before she looked away. But to my joy she looked back at me, giggling. I was so turned on I could have cum right then, but I let go of my hard cock. As much as I wanted to cum so badly I also wanted this to last. It just felt so very good. I put an arm over the steering wheel and rested my chin on my forearm, looking very nonchalant as I began slowly stroking myself once more. I knew the woman was still looking at me from time to time, but she couldn't see my cock, she could however see my face. I did everything I could to keep a straight face not wanting to get caught, when I thought about that possibility though it only turned me on even more. My heart raced even faster as I glanced over into her car and my balls tingled. I knew I had to cum. When I looked back at her she was making a sign this time, putting her head onto her hand and laughing. I figured she must have thought I was nodding off rather than doing what I was really doing. I shook my head and grinned at her letting her know I was okay, even though I knew I was actually ready to burst as I found myself stroking a hard pre-cum slicked cock for her. She looked away for only a second before to my joy she looked back at me, giggling again. That smile was so amazingly sexy. Although I had tried to go slow in order to enjoy the fabulous sensations I shortly reached the point of no return and knew I was going to cum finally. But my options for not making a big mess were few. I could cum all over my hands and pants and arrive at work in an embarrassing mess or I could pull over, feigning a car problem then jack off in safety and comfort on the shoulder of the highway. The latter option abruptly became unavailable as the traffic stopped and I was in the middle lane. No way to get to the side of the road. My impending orgasm would not wait. Still looking down at her, I tried to control my face, not knowing how successful I was. It may have been the sudden rough pull on my throbbing hard cock or the sight of her gorgeous smiling face again but I fell right over the edge. I leaned back in the seat and started to pump as if the world was to end in the next few seconds. Then it happened. Without me needing to stroke it again, I started to have one! I could feel the cum rise up and shoot out the head of my swollen cock. I stared my brunette commuting friend straight in the eye, well, in her cute sunglasses as I shot my hot semen and she had no clue. I had to do my best not to show it in my face. It was a powerful orgasm as it just kept coming. I had not taken a breath in several seconds and I inhaled deeply as I squeezed my cock hard. I could feel every ridge and every elevated pulse as the cum dripped over my hand and down my stiff cock. All the frustration of the morning commute was gone as I opened my eyes and looked back out my driver's side window. I found my sexy brunette friend had pulled forward leaving me alone with cum dripping down over my fist. As I looked back down I also became aware of the true volume of semen my climax had produced. It was all over the steering wheel. It dripped down over the front edge of the seat, where between my dress shoes on the floor mat it had already begun to form little whitish puddles. I smiled even wider when I saw my cock had shot off with enough intensity to land one nice white stripe between the '80' and 100' mile per hour marks on my speedometer. The real good news was I didn't see any on my dress pants or shirt. At that point I remembered I had my sports bag on the back seat and there was a towel in it. As I reached back and grabbed the towel I noticed my brunette girl was back beside me. I looked down and saw her give me a wry smile and a shrug of those bare shoulders. I shrugged back wondering if she had indeed seen my cock let alone all my cum shoot up out of it. Had I lifted my hips a little too high in my orgasmic pleasure? I looked up and saw my face in the mirror. I was the one totally blushing now. 'Honk!' The car behind me blew an impatient horn. I needed to move forward with traffic. As I did I worked to get my pants zipped back up as I pressed the accelerator and then the brake again. I looked in my rear view mirror once more and saw a smile on my face that honestly reflected back I'd just had one of the best self-orgasms ever. And when I looked one last time back at my fantasy inspiring woman I saw her giggling and waving as she pulled on ahead. I wonder if I'm the only horny guy that has found the great new pastime...getting off on commuting! As that was not the last time I've had a wonderful cum in my car on the way to or home from work. Masturbation Diaries: Dressing Room Awhile back I went on a business trip but ended up at my destination with a soaked suitcase. I was told, first my luggage didn't make the second leg of my flight and after it was loaded onto a subsequent flight that aircraft had a bomb scare and all the luggage had been laid out on the tarmac for a search by dogs. Well, in the meantime a storm slammed the airport and everything was drenched. By the time I got my suitcase around dinnertime it had already started to mildew inside. So that evening I decided I'd upgrade my wardrobe on the reimbursement I'd be getting from the airlines and insurance and went to the mall to an upper end men's clothing store. I strode into the store wearing the only dry pair of pants, khakis, and shirt I had to my name there in that far away city. I figured I pick up a couple pairs of dress slacks, a pair of jeans and another pair of khakis, along with shirts and underwear. I usually bought the latter at a discount store, but thought what the hell, may as well get some good stuff for once. The old body as well as the family jewels deserved it. I fairly quickly found a couple of polo shirts and dress shirts with ties before heading to the jeans. I found a couple of pair of those in different styles to try on before moving on to the dress slacks. After searching through the racks I discovered I was going to have a problem finding something I liked in my size. I did find one pair but kept sifting through the rack for a couple more. I could away with not wearing a suit but I need to wear a decent shirt, pants and tie when meeting with my client. "Can I help you, sir?" A soft feminine voice called from behind me. I turned with all the shirts and pants in my arms and know I embarrassed myself for before I could say a word as my manly instincts had me give this woman a once over first. My eyes scanned her up and down and I quickly noticed how the simple little dark blue dress she wore hugged her shape very nicely. She indeed was very nicely shaped from top to bottom. "I uh, I think you'll have to. I can't find any more dress pants in my size, that I like anyway," I spoke with a slight falter in my voice, looking at her chest and the generous cleavage she displayed, before shifting my gaze back to her face. That's when she stepped back and gave me a look over. As her eyes scanned me up and down it gave me another chance to admire her. This time I was taken by those sexy dark rimmed glasses framing a very beautiful face. The glasses hung down slightly on her cute nose and only added to the erotic persona I was getting coming from the total package I not so subtly ogled. "Are you a 34, 32?" She spoke up suddenly. My appreciative smirk turned up to a surprising, nervous glance, "Exactly, but how did you..." "Just good eyesight," she cut me off and reached for the one pair of dress slacks I had in my hand. She took them and held them up showing me the tag obviously displaying the size. "Do you have any particular style in mind?" I chuckled at her humor before looking back at the rack, "Well something like this in dark blue or brown would be nice." I said pulling a couple pairs out for examples. "I think we may have some in the back in a shipment that came in today," she said handing me back the slacks and then turning to walk away. "Come with me and I'll show you where the dressing room is so you can try those on while I look in our new stock." "I do appreciate it. It's been a long day, especially since my clothes were ruined getting here." "Just doing my job, sir, but I am sorry to hear that. Here," She said pointing in through the entryway to the dressing rooms. "It's late so you pretty much have the place to yourself for now, pick any one and don't rush, I'm in no hurry." "Thank you." "I'll be right back in a jiff with what I can find," she said and turned to walk away, as she did the pen that was tucked behind her ear dropped to the carpeted floor. As she casually bent over to pick it up, my eyes bulged as I saw that taut backside of hers staring up at me. I swore I could see her panty line under that clinging dress and it must have been a low riding thong she was wearing as it was well down the curve of her bottom. I found myself responding to the naughty thoughts I'd had earlier of her as my lips stretched into a smile that I knew if she'd turned around at that very second she would have looked right into a purely lecherous face. I quickly changed my expression as well as held the pants I had in my hand low down in front of me to hide my other expression of lust. Then she did look back briefly, that sexy sight of her stunning brown eyes looking over her glasses, before straightening up and continuing on toward the back of the store. Those eyes and that smile had almost been enough to make me melt...or make me cum in my khakis! I swallowed hard and licked my lips before turning and making my way to the nearest dressing room cubicle, my aroused manhood leading the way. Once in the little cubicle I sat the shirts and pants on the bench, took off my shoes and then my khakis, which I hung on a wall hook. I tried on the first pair of jeans and could tell as soon as I slid the pants up my hairy legs and over my tighty-whitey briefs they were going to be way too snug in the crotch and thighs. They were something I may have worn back in the day, as 'skinny jeans', when I actually was still skinny. As I lowered those too tight jeans I looked up at myself in the full-length mirror and saw the view of a bulge in my briefs. At first I smiled, but then chided myself for getting carried away with the thoughts of the woman that was being kind enough to help me so late and with me going lust crazy over her. But as I thought more about her, the thought of that snug fitting dress and that very endowed cleavage of hers, and oh that tight backside! I watched in the mirror as the bulge in my white briefs grew. Knock -- knock -- knock! "Room occupied!" The words flew out of my mouth as I jumped and fell back against the mirror. "Sir, it's me," I recognized the voice, "I've got the other pairs of pants you want." Bringing myself quickly back to reality and my feet back flat on the floor, I told myself I better be careful or this innocent woman would become aware of my aroused condition. "Just a second, uh, let me, uh get decent." I know my voice sounded very nervous and it was...I was. I hurried and pulled those jeans back up, even though it was a struggle not only being as tight as they were, but trying to button and zip them over the bulge I had going made it doubly difficult. I could have taken the time to change back out of them, but I wasn't going to have to make her wait out there and think more about what was going on in that little room. When everything was back in place I took a quick glance in the mirror and could see the prominent package in those tight jeans staring back at me. I knew it would be staring out at her once I opened that door. So I tugged down on my shirt, but it only covered the upper half of the denim bugle. So I picked up one of the new dress shirts, still in its package, and held it in front me as I finally opened the dressing room door. The pretty sales lady stood just outside the door. "Here you go sir," she said holding up a couple more pairs of pants. I leaned out and took them with my free hand, still shielding down below my belt with the shirt in the other. "Thank you." "Oh, do you want me to replace that shirt?" she asked as she reached out and took hold of the end of the packaged shirt hanging over my crotch. "No!" I said a little too abruptly I'm sure and pulled the shirt back out of her hand. It hit back against the bugle I maintained and I grimaced at the slight pain. "Uh, I, uh was just going to try it on when you knocked. Thanks though." She took a step back, looking at my face then down in the direction of the shirt. I swore she could see right through to the arousal hidden behind it as her eyes bore through her glasses. But she just smiled back up at me, glancing sexily over the rims, or at least to me she was. "Okay, I'll leave to let you try things on and check back with you in a few." "Thank you, thank you very much." With that she shut the door for me as I had my hands full. As soon as the door closed I turned and leaned back against it, panting. While that whole exchange only lasted several seconds, I had plenty enough time to go from having a decent boner to being almost caught and embarrassed to getting an even bigger reaction over that sexy woman. I looked in the mirror and could actually see the denim bulging larger in those tight jeans. I tossed the shirt back over on the bench and moved my hand down to my crotch to give it a little squeeze. "Be patient," I whispered, "we'll be back at the hotel soon and I'll take care of you then." I took that tight pair of jeans off and tried on the next pair. They were a perfect fit as they hugged my crotch and ass, without being tight enough to strangle the 'boys' inside...even with a bit of a hard-on going still. As I unbuttoned those... "Sir? Do you have everything you need?" The sales lady said through the door. I only flinched this time, but found myself squeezing my thighs together for some reason which caused a bit of pain in my crotch. I tensed and practically bit my tongue to keep from letting out a grunt or groan. "I'm going to start closing out the register, but please do not rush that will take a while. Can I help you with anything else?" She spoke again. At the sound of her sweet voice coming through the dressing room door a wicked smile washed across my face as I stared into the mirror. "Uh, the zipper on these jeans is stuck. Could you give me a hand?" Then there was a silent pause on her side of the door. I realized I may have screwed up and muttered back, "I'm kidding, really, I'm very sorry." "Not a problem sir. It's late and you have had a rough day. Again, take your time. I'll just wait out on the floor, but yell if you need anything else, please." Okay, I dashed past an awkward situation there. So as I bit my lower lip and unzipped it turned out the zipper on that pair of jeans did stick, but only a little, as it finally gave. As I finished unzipping them though a very distinct feeling came over me. I was not only aroused by the sales woman but there was the added something of being in a semi-public place, a mostly safe cubicle, but still in an open store. Looking up at myself in the mirror I realized the combination of the two was turning the bugle in my briefs into a full out hard-on. I have to say I've always had this latent fantasy of doing it in a dressing room, but I'd never acted on it in all my decades of jacking off. I never had gone into a dressing room aroused though and knew it would take too long to do it, to the point of being obvious. But I was plenty horny this time and I knew I had to take advantage of it. I knew at that point I wouldn't leave that dressing room without getting off. So I could not ignore my demanding cock any longer. I shoved the tight jeans down my thighs and reached into my briefs to pull out my hardening cock and in no time it was at complete attention. But as I looked back up at my reflection in the mirror, it was if I was watching another man doing what I was doing. I became a voyeur to my own masturbation. I took a tentative moment to glance over at the door and then back into the mirror, watching myself carefully as I pushed my briefs down so that the man in the mirror could be a voyeur too and get a good look at my erect cock. In one firm stroke up the shaft it became wet at the tip and I watched my reflection as I rubbed the moisture around my crown with one finger. Then I took myself full in hand, wrapped my fingers around my thick shaft and started slowly stroking up and down, watching my twin do the same as he had grabbed a fistful of his boner and started jerking off watching me back. I marveled at how hard I was and with the erotic sensation so great I wondered why in all my years of masturbating in less discreet places I'd not done it in a dressing room before. I spat into my hand and rubbed it all over my cock head before I slid my hand down to give my thick shaft a good squeeze. The sight of playing with myself was hot enough, but standing there with my hard cock sticking out knowing what I was getting ready to do it in semi-public made it even hotter. I turned sideways and so did the man in the mirror. We gave one another a good view of our lengthy cocks. It really was like I was watching another horny man jerking off his hard cock. "May I join you?" I asked my counterpart. "By all means," he responded back. Then I closed my eyes and over the next couple of minutes my mind became like a slide show on my laptop, providing periodic flashes of the sales woman. I fantasized about unzipping her blue dress as far as it would go, exposing her bare back down to the top of her thong panties. She stood there as I put my hands to her soft neck and slowly slid the dress away from her gently sloped shoulders allowing the dress to fall to the floor of the small cubicle. She stood there naked except for her panties and her sexy glasses and the pen tucked behind her ear, looking at me in the mirror. I looked at the reflection of her chest and saw she needed no bra as her breasts were so perfectly rounded and very firm. I was so hard for her, and them, as my hard-on rubbed up against that skimpy lace thong of hers. Abruptly she turned around to face me her firm breasts before me. I ran my face down between them as I moved my hands to her waist and lowered her panties as I dropped to my knees, pulling off her lacy undies as I went. I gently kissed her pussy once it was open for my view...of course it was totally bare (what else would it have been in my fantasy!). I could feel her moist excitement on my lips as she put her hands on my head and pulled me closer. I in turn pushed my tongue deep into her and she let out a deep moan and pulled me in still tighter. I licked her up and down, finding her clit and flicking it with my tongue and at that her hands slapped back against the mirror (my one hand did keeping me upright!) needing something to keep herself upright as her legs began shaking. In no time her whole body shook and she let out a series of moans and groans while the entire time my mouth became soaked with her love juices (I've always wanted to make love to a squirter!). I blinked my eyes open as I felt my balls aching and looked down into the glass to see my cock tip drooling heavily with pre-cum. It dangled all shiny and silvery, swaying so erotically in that mirror view. The other horny man in the glass, my twin, was drooling the same way as he jerked off. I leaned my head back and continued to watch, enjoying the sight and incredible feeling of what was happening. As I stroked my hard cock, I closed my eyes again... The sexy lady was now sucking the drooling head of my erect manhood as she proceeded to slide all seven and a half inches of me into her mouth, her lips burying into my pubes. She deep throated me again and again, cupping my balls in her palm as she did so (I've never been deep-throated in real life, but I certainly imagine it being absolutely incredible!). I could have stood there all night stroking my manhood fantasizing about that sexy woman sucking away on my cock, but I knew I needed to go ahead and cum then get back out or things would appear very suspicious very soon. So what did I do? I looked down at the big hard cock in my hand and then closed my eyes, finding myself seeing into my fantasy woman's eyes as she looked up at me and I told her, "I want to do your pussy." She looked up at me, over the top of her glasses again, and with a loud wet pop, she came off my hard cock and replied, "Oh yes! I want you to do me!" With that she stood up, turned around and put her palms on the mirror while jutting her hips out offering me her delicious backside. "Do me hard!" Standing behind her I grabbed my cock and rubbed the slick head down between her upturned butt cheeks, down to her wet hot pussy. I could feel her pink lips opening against my very swollen head. In one push I sank my entire length into her. Her pussy was so hot the sensation caused a shiver to run through my cock and up my back. I moaned at the feel of deep penetration, of my hard cock sinking all the way into her...through my spit covered fist. I thrust furiously into her tight pussy (we men can have it all in fantasy can't we...wet, loose pussy one minute and all tight like a virgin the next!). I had to grab a clothes hook with my other hand to keep myself standing as my legs felt like they would buckle. I braced myself and pounded away, giving my fist...my hot, sexy sales lady the screwing of her life...as she pushed back into me with that full round backside with each thrust. "Oh yes! I'm gonna cum!" I heard myself gasp. "Yeah baby, I want you to cum. Cum in me!" I heard her say back, in my head. I pushed my cock into her with all the force I could muster, again and again. My back arched as my hips edged toward the mirror as I continued thrusting my swollen aching cock into my fist. "Come on baby, do me. Do me harder!" I heard her call to me. I could feel the real pressure building in my balls and I wanted to scream out so badly. With all my strength, I held back as I squeezed my shaft to hold off just another moment longer so as to savor the moment, but... It was too late, it came! "Oh yeah!" I groaned out loud. "Oh yessss!" The sweet release came. I pushed my pelvis against her ass, driving in my cock hard, as my cum squirted out of that little hole, deep into her waiting pussy. I let out another deep moan as I felt the heated shudder of her body and thrust my hips a few more times... At that I opened my eyes and girt my teeth and saw my twin do the same, preparing for the orgasm to hit. I watched while the other man's face contorted with pleasure as his hand ran up and down that wet cock. I was doing the same, as my body twitched. I was totally lost in the lust of the erotic scene! I felt the tingle run down my body and to my cock and balls as I arched my back further in final anticipation. My whole body shook with the force of it. I was so sexed up I was astonished at the force of the first shot as it flew out in front of me. It splashed hard against the mirror and splattered out across the glass. I watched through squinted eyes as the next powerful eruptions of sticky white fluid flew from the tip of my cock and through the air, splashing against the glass. I couldn't help groaning out loud as I shot my huge load and as I breathed rapidly and deep I wasn't sure how loud I was really being. Had I called out in my fantasy or in real life? If the sales lady had heard me groan I was in big trouble. If she'd ever heard a man make noises when he's cumming, she'd have to have known what had just happened. If the cops came busting down the door I would know! All I could do was squeeze my cock and pull the last drops of cum from it, letting it drip out that tiny hole, down over the head and dribble over my knuckles still wrapped tightly around my shaft. Satisfied, I leaned back against the opposite wall. We were both spent. I looked up into the other man's smiling eyes and whispered, "I wonder what our sexy sales lady would think of us?" We both laughed and shook our heads. Then as my breathing calmed and I regained my composure I saw the all too real mess on the mirror. What was I thinking? I surveyed the scene...cum was streaked down the mirror, was all on the carpet, and more dribbled down from the end of my dwindling cock. Masturbation Diaries: Dressing Room I saw the frown on my face. The cum! Look at all the cum! What was I going to do about all the cum on the mirror and on the floor? What was I to do about the mess? I asked myself these questions as I watched one particularly thick glob of my silvery-white cum drool slowly down the glass in front of me. I remembered I did have my trusty handkerchief I always carried with me. But before I could get a hold of my khakis and get a hand into the pocket I had to clean off my fingers first. I did think briefly about wiping it on the jeans I still had around my knees, since I was going to buy them anyway, but thought better of it as I would have to hand them to the sales lady. What was I going to say? 'Oh, yes, well I couldn't help myself and creamed my jeans over you.' Instead I licked the cum off my fingers before I took the jeans off and then picked up the khakis I'd worn into the dressing room and put them on. I grabbed the handkerchief from my back pocket and proceeded to wipe what I could from the glass. I got most of it, but the smears were still plenty evident. Just as I felt my heart beating for a totally different reason, like being scared shitless...I saw on the shelf behind me a canister of disinfectant hand wipes. I couldn't believe my luck! The recent germ and flu scare had actually come back to benefit me. I ripped out a couple of them and proceeded to wipe the mirror off more. The wipes did a pretty decent job, though they weren't made for cleaning glass, it did remove the more obvious streaks and smears. Only where cum had been the thickest and stickiest did it still leave a visible foggy residue. If you didn't look too closely you wouldn't notice the streaked lines for what they were. I finished dressing putting my very satisfied manhood back into my khakis in a sort of daze, still totally amazed as to what had actually transpired. I then sat down on the bench and looked at myself in the mirror again as I tied my shoes. I actually smiled at that man in the mirror and whispered, "It has been a great trip to the mall after a very frustrating and long day, my friend." My twin smiled back broadly. I didn't bother trying on the other pairs of pants or go looking for another pair of khakis. I took all I had, shirts and pants, in an arm load and made my exit from the changing room. I was still somewhat afraid the cute sales lady would go in and see the remaining cum smears on the mirror, so I hurried out before she met me in the dressing area. "Wonderful," my pretty sales lady said as she came up to me onto on the floor and took the clothes from me, "lets ring you out then. Come with me up to the register." "Of course," I said trying to be very nonchalant walking behind her as I followed her to the counter. I sighed a breath of relief knowing she must not have heard me doing my thing after all, but as she got to her register she paused just before walking around the counter, long enough to give me another good look at that taut, round backside in that exceptionally clingy dress. She was so hot! I blinked and looked away not wanting to get caught looking and also luckily for me my gaze turned to the rack of underwear. "Oh, wait I need to pick up a few pairs of briefs, uh, underwear and t-shirts." "Sure, I'll start scanning these in. Just bring them up when you're ready." I grabbed a package of each in my size and put them on the counter. Normally I'd have felt uncomfortable buying underwear from a female sales lady, but at that point I was grateful not to have been caught 'cum handed' as it were and just wanted to get out of there and back to my hotel room. I handed her my credit card, she did her thing and handed it back. Before I knew it she was handing me the bag with my purchases as she said, "Thank you for your business. It was a pleasure serving you tonight." I know I got that wicked smile going once again, "No it was my pleasure, a real pleasure. Thank you." If she had only known what a pleasure it really had been. If she had only known I had jacked off over here again when I got back to my hotel bed and then still again in the shower the next morning! Masturbation Diaries: Home Center To most people I appear shy in public, although friendly and caring. What most people don't know is that hidden behind the quiet exterior is a sex addict. I can't get enough of it! Some days I cannot stop thinking about my cock. Maybe I'm not totally obsessed with it but at least twenty times a day I do think about my cock. I think about what it looks like, what it feels like between my legs, in my briefs or in my boxers. I think about even more how it feels when I get to stroke it. I have been masturbating for most of my life and for as long as I can remember I have been jacking off at least once every day if not more. Now, as a happily married guy for over 28 years I still have to admit to enjoying some of my most intense orgasms solo. I still usually do it a minimum of four or five times a week; on good weeks almost daily. I don't think my wife has any problems with my masturbating, but it's something we've never talked about. Although for several years while the kids were still at home it was difficult to find enough privacy for a good, intense masturbation session, it has always continued to be a wonderful part of my sex life. Nowadays I am able to look forward to those times and plan more on how to have a great time with my cock! Though I've actually never kept a true diary on my masturbatory exploits, I thought I'd reminisce a bit and share just how important masturbation has always been to me... My wife had gone to visit her folks for the weekend but I stayed behind to get some work done around the house. Not surprisingly I woke up Saturday morning feeling rather horny, but my loving partner was not there to share with me in the satisfaction. I knew that if I gave into the urge to go it solo I'd be down at my computer reading Lit stories and looking at porn half the morning. I knew my perverted self all too well. I'm usually a lightweight of a guy when it comes to sexual arousal anyway, but for some reason I was totally horned out right from the moment I opened my eyes. But I also had chores to do which included needing to mow the grass. In hindsight, what I did next might have triggered the most erotic extended solo session of my life. Since it was going to be an exceptionally hot day I decided to skip the underwear and just wear the pair of athletic shorts I had slept in Friday night. Hanging loose provided some extra comfort and a lot less sweat build up in the crotch area. I didn't go commando often outside the house, but since my wife wouldn't be around to notice and I didn't expect to see anyone up close while doing yard work, it worked for me. I've always enjoyed doing yard work. When I was young I used to cut a lot of grass around the neighborhood as my summer job. I used an old manual rotary push mower back then. It actually cut grass rather well. However, I have graduated to an eight horse power, self-propelled version that almost cuts the grass for you. Yes, it has power! Uh-uh! That morning though I felt a whole different kind of power coming from that lawn machine. I got the lawnmower out of the shed and started it up. After I had finished the front yard which was mainly in the shade under our two large pine trees, I decided to take my shirt off so it wouldn't get drenched in sweat when I went out to the backyard where there was very little shade. It was a good excuse to work on my tan, too. So there I was walking along with my mower wearing my thin shorts and the usual old pair of running shoes I wore for doing yard work. About a half-hour into following my gas-powered mower around, I got bogged down in some thicker grass. I had to push a bit harder and when I did my pelvis pressed into the handle. It was like an instant electric shock went through my groin. The extreme vibration in the handle really shook me, but in a good way. The vibrations went straight to my penis hanging loose under my shorts. I soon found myself letting the handle make contact with my pelvis intentionally. Every so often I held it there just long enough to let it reverberate from the root of my manhood down to the shaking length of the shaft. It felt ever better with each strip of grass I cut. I hadn't been three or four more swipes across the backyard when I knew I was getting aroused from a combination of the vibrating lawn mower handle and the lingering horny feelings that began in bed that morning. I found myself semi-hard in a matter of minutes as my manhood bounced against my damp thigh. Continuing to cut the grass, I tried to think of other things, but the vibrations of the lawnmower could not be ignored. My lengthening and swelling erection was making it tough to push the mower. I had barely finished the backyard, sweating it out in the heat and vibrating my manhood off, when I knew I was ready to take care of other business. I trotted the mower back to the shed and before I turned to go back out and to the house I looked down to see a huge tent in my shorts. I should have gone on inside the house for some privacy but I made it no further than the shed door. My cock was huge and throbbing, it would not relax. I didn't want to walk back around the house to the garage like that not knowing which of my neighbors might be out and about by then. I also didn't want to wait. I quickly decided to free it and let my cum fly right there in the shed. I dropped my shorts and noticed pre-cum all over my thighs. I leaned back with a smile on my face and started stroking my ever-hardening cock. The door of the shed faces the backyard and not the road so I didn't risk getting caught by anyone driving by. I decided to leave it open and stroke myself off in the fresh air. All I could think of was how this was something so new and fun. I didn't need an image of my wife or even a hot story on Lit to get me off this time as I was just reverberating from the sensation I had been feeling that whole hour or so of mowing. I stood there and pushed my hard-on through my sweaty fist. Instantly waves of pleasure swept through my body and I got dizzy. My cock strained to find release. I could feel the orgasm building from deep in my balls... "Donnie?" A voice shattered my tranquil moment. I nearly yanked my cock from my body as I jumped and pulled too hard on the up stroke. "Donnie? You in there?" I recognized my neighbor's voice. It was Jean who lives next door. She's a forty-something year-old, divorced school teacher. I cut her grass and do other odd jobs for her around her house. Whenever she needs help with anything she always calls me. I never complain as she is a pleasant woman to be around and she can bake some mean chocolate chip cookies. Oh yes, she's very pleasant on the eyes, too, which doesn't hurt. Needless to say, I scrambled to pull my shorts back up and quickly turned to the back of the shed just before she came to the door. "Hi Donnie, I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother you..." She said to my bare sweaty back. "No, no. Hi Jean." I interrupted her as I pressed my groin into my wooden work bench. "Uh, hot morning, huh?" "Yes, and much too hot to be doing yard work." She replied and I looked back in time to catch her giving my backside a glance. I grinned inside and out as I also saw her standing on the doorstep of my shed wearing a very short red skirt and a tight white top. At that I instantly tensed again and my cock bulged back down the leg of my shorts. I had not had any real sexual attraction to Jean before that day, although I had noticed her very womanly figure on more than one occasion. That morning I could definitely see what an excellent curvy body she had. In my aroused state I was admiring it much more. Her firm, large breasts pushed against the thin white material and I could even make out her nipples standing up some. As horny as I was at that moment I almost caught myself wanting to say 'the hell with it' and spin around, pull out my cock and just start stroking it in front of her. That wasn't going to happen, but keep in mind as Jean was talking I was only hearing half of what she was saying. I was too busy trying to hide the excitement in my fully extended seven and a half inch circumcised cock from her. I fumbled around with a couple of things on my work bench as if I was deep into working on something. If she only knew it was a hell of a hard-on I was working on! "I didn't really have any particular reason to interrupt you this morning. I just came over before I went to play tennis and thank you for cutting my lawn last week. Oh and for fixing my screen door, too. I forgot to tell you when I saw you out the other night," she said. "Uh, no problem." I replied and eased into the work bench a little further. "The way it's supposed to rain this week I may have to get back to it by the middle of the week." "Oh, Don, you are such a good neighbor." Jean said and took a step toward me. She reached out and her fingers brushed my left forearm. "Really, thank you." I held my breath and tensed so much my body pressed too hard into the bench. It was actually painful for my erect member pressed hard between it and my thigh. But it may also have been a good thing as it stemmed any possible flow of something unexpected. "Sure." I somehow spit out. "Glad to do it." I couldn't look back at her right then as I was sure I'd ease back and the cum I was holding back would stream all down my leg. She did say a few more things that I don't really remember, until I heard... "Okay, I'm off. Tell Mary Ann hi for me." I did finally look back in time to see her walk out of my shed and give me a little wave as she headed off through my backyard to her house. That was way too close! That scare was surprisingly enough to distract my thoughts from sex back to my chores. As much as I knew it could wait I knew my yard chores were not over. I still had the trimming to do. I looked back down and found my penis had comfortably deflated enough not to be a hindrance or a spectacle for the rest of the neighbors. So I pulled the yard trimmer off the wall and reached for the orange electrical cord. It was then I remembered I had used up all the plastic trimmer cord on Jean's yard last week. I had planned on buying some during the week but outright forgot. That meant a trip to my favorite home center. I wasn't about to shower and then come back and get sweaty all over again. It was the home center, not like I was going shopping at the mall. It was a man's store, sweat and dirt was at home at the home improvement store. So I put my dry t-shirt back on and grabbed my keys that hung in the lock on the shed door. By the time I pulled into the parking lot I felt as if I had finally lost the urge to scratch that erotic itch between my legs. That was until I turned off my engine and spotted a young woman getting out of her car just ahead of me. She came around the front of her car, went to her passenger door and got out a big box. As she came back around she made eye contact with me through my windshield and she smiled. Let me stop here and make a very masculine observation...spring brings out the best in women and their attire. It is always a visual treat early in the spring season as so many women leave their drab winter clothing behind and dress for the warmer new season. They seem to be liberated by the opportunity to wear softer, lighter clothing. I'm very sure many of them may even realize the effect their skimpier spring wardrobe has on us men. Well, this particularly lovely woman had on a very short pair of shorts and a halter top. She also had very perky breasts and must not have been wearing a bra as they were bouncing all over the place over top of the box she was carrying. I found myself instantly turned on as she walked past the front of my car. It was almost unbelievable as quickly as I rose to the occasion. My hand fell to my crotch and I squeezed my swelling member through my shorts. I couldn't believe I was sitting there in the middle of my favorite store's parking lot getting a hard-on. Of course, I wasn't wearing underwear and I had been hard half the morning without having done anything to relieve it. What did I expect? Before I consciously knew what I was doing I had my hand up the leg opening of my shorts and stroking as I watched the pretty woman carry her box across that parking lot. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she walked on and I ogled her tight shorts snuggly carrying her sashaying bottom. My heart raced. Then, THUD! A car door slammed. I looked over to see another car had pulled up and parked beside me on my driver's side. I immediately stopped stroking myself as I looked into the car and saw another woman. She didn't acknowledge me as the first younger woman had. But my heart raced still more wondering if she had any idea what I had been doing in my car. But for the second time that morning the shock was enough to defuse the erotic chemistry in my body. It also made me realize I couldn't relax and enjoy myself in the middle of a busy parking lot. I had to safely get inside the store, get what I needed and with any luck at all not be noticed for how horny I was then get back home to take care of it in private. I'd get my trimmer line, get home to my bedroom and jack off like crazy then get on with the day and the rest of my chores. My hard-on dwindled as fast as it had swelled. I smoothed my shorts down and got out of my car. There were a lot of customers around the home center that Saturday. A great spring day to get work done for a lot of other folks I saw. I tried to put the sexual thoughts of the morning out of my mind, but as I walked through the store and back to the garden center, my heart was still beating a bit too fast. On that particular spring Saturday all I could notice were the women shopping in this bastion of testosterone. I wasn't actually getting hard at that point but I could feel my penis dangling noticeably between my legs under my shorts. Even though I wasn't fully aroused physically I couldn't remember the last time I felt so desperate for an orgasm! I finally found the trimmer line in aisle four of the outdoor garden center. Only there was an array of different brands and styles of line. As I perused my choices I heard a voice behind me ask... "Hello. Can I help you with your selection?" I turned around and there was a young woman, athletic looking and maybe college age, with her baby blue eyes looking up at me. "Uh, no I think I've got it. Thank you." I replied and swallowed hard. Besides her piercing eyes she my eye from the deep tan she had. She must have gotten a jump on the season in a tanning bed and it sure looked very nice on her. She was wearing a denim skirt under her orange store smock. The skirt rested several inches above her knees and I caught myself staring at her long slender brown legs. "If I can be of any help, please let me know." The young woman added. I did return my gaze to her pretty blue eyes long enough to say, "Yes, thank you, I will." Then I found myself staring at her equally gorgeous backside as she walked by. She was so sweet wanting to help me and all, but unless she was willing to lift up her skirt and expose herself to me, I don't think she could have at that moment. I was going out of my mind I was so horny! The pretty brunette walked a few steps away where I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she squatted down to arrange something on a lower shelf. I stood there half looking through the selection of trimmer line and half looking down still admiring this young woman. Then... Damn! Had that girl read my mind? My eyes bulged when I realized I could see up under her skirt! Her panties were white. I nearly fell into the shelf before me when she suddenly but casually scratched her inner thigh as she rearranged some boxes. My erection came back with a fury! I was so turned on and glad I was leaning forward against the shelves by then. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as I only feigned trying to find the right size trimmer line. I knew if the woman had looked up at me she would have seen the hungry look on my face. At that very second she shifted in her squat, which only gave me an even better view! I could see a distinct line where her undies creased up her womanly sex. I could swear I saw some dark pubic hairs escape the elastic to curl enticingly into view. Her bush must have been untrimmed as the dark patch shaded through her white under pants. I used to joke that visiting a hardware store was almost as good as having sex for most men. I had never actually had a hard-on in that store, but right then my imagination was taking me places I'd never been in public before. By then I had a raging hard-on and had banged it into the metal shelf several times. I grimaced at the slight pain and wanted to stick my hand down there to adjust myself but I also didn't want to be obvious about it. I had finally come to a dilemma on my horniest of Saturday mornings: 'Do I stay there and continue to discreetly look up this pretty young woman's skirt, probably getting caught if I did or take a deep breath and go on about doing what I came here to do so I could get my yard work completed?' Part of the question was answered for me. My friendly neighborhood home center sales clerk abruptly got up and walked down the aisle and out of sight. I stood there for another couple of minutes trying to focus on my selection, but the more I tried to ignore the erection that had returned with a throbbing vengeance the more my loose shorts rubbed against my hard-on making me more and more aroused. That wasn't good because it was impossible to hide an erection in those thin shorts. There was no way for me to walk back into the store or out through the busy garden center exit without being seen. What I really wanted to do was sneak away and relieve my aching cock! I chose a package of trimmer line and held it down in front of me as I walked toward the register. But as soon as I rounded the end of the aisle I stopped in my tracks. The package in my hand swung back and hit my hard-on. I winced at both the sudden pain and the realization that I was not leaving this store right away. The line at the register was at least ten people deep! There was no way I was going to stand in that line and be able to hide a raging hard-on. And it was not going away this time. As I was pondering my fate and pushing my erection down, someone came up behind me. "Excuse me." Came the soft voice. "Uh, sorry," I replied and turned to the side, once again bumping the trimmer line package against my shorts and hardened cock underneath. Another wince, but also another eyeful, as this woman was also wearing very short skirt. What was it with these women and their short skirts today! It really was a young man's spring dream. And now this older man's too. This woman, although not as nicely tanned as the young sales clerk, had a pair of legs with very defined calf muscles and a very taut looking butt. She was a woman that obviously worked out a lot. She walked by me and sat down in a chair in one of the outdoor furniture displays a few feet away. By then I'm sure if anyone was to pay attention to me I'd have looked pretty stupid as I just stood there at the end of the aisle with a package of line trimmer poised in front of my crotch. But I was surely confused on what my next move was to be. If I took my intended purchase or my 'shield' and put it back on the shelf I'd have nothing to cover the very obvious tent in my shorts. I also wasn't going to grab myself and walk out passed all these people. I thought maybe if I stood there a couple of more minutes the extreme horny condition would subside. That was not going to happen. For as I looked ahead of me I saw the woman in the short skirt was still sitting there opposite me. I also noticed more as she uncrossed her legs and talked to her boyfriend or husband. My eyes had to have bulged out of my head as I swore I saw...well, saw nothing. Masturbation Diaries: Home Center No underwear. This time it was my hard-on that flexed up to hit the package I was holding at my crotch. It was telling me I was not going to make it out of that store without taking care of another business with my own hands. At that point my mind raced faster than my heart. I looked beside the outdoor furniture and saw a display of garden sheds. That gave me an idea. I took the few steps over to them, the trimmer line package in front of me and opened the door of the closest shed. I first peered inside as if I was shopping for one then hustled inside and pulled the door mostly closed behind me. I knew I was in no way totally hidden as I could hear people walking by, talking, outside the shed, but I just didn't care at that point. I was so horny I was trembling. With my heart racing still faster, I reached into my shorts and started rubbing my cock as fast as I could. The faster I went, the more I had to suppress the moans I wanted to let out. That was when I heard the voice of the lady that wore no underwear talking to someone again. "So what do you think? Don't I look sexy sitting in this chair?" I knew she wasn't asking me, but I looked through the crack between the doors and my voyeur's eye fell immediately to the gap that led to a dark hollow between her thighs. As I held the package of trim line in one hand I stroked my extremely hard cock with the other. All I could focus on was that shadowed bare pussy mound. I was so desperate to cum. There was no way out, my cock was begging to cum, and I couldn't control myself. The thought of any of those people and mostly that woman sitting across the way having an idea what I was doing actually pushed me over the edge. I had one last thought of trying to make a mad dash for the restrooms instead, but before I could finish that train of thought I felt a warm tingling surge. I choked back a deep groan. I could feel the orgasm wind up and my cock started to spasm. The first jetting stream landed on a plastic price placard almost waist high. It splattered all over it. Then contraction after powerful contraction surged through my groin and each successive ejaculation fell lower and lower on the metal shed wall. I shot what seemed like endless amounts of white jism until the last couple of spurts splashed on the floor between my legs. Breathless, I took stock of my situation. I let go of my cock and my shorts fell back in place. I could feel the remnants of my hot, sticky wetness wet the blue material over my right thigh. But I also felt the tension in my body had been released and my breathing calmed. What a cum! Somehow I made it out of that shed and to the cashier to pay for the trimmer line that I had never let go of in all my orgasmic delight. As I approached the register I found the young store clerk I had met earlier smiling that cute smile at me once again. "Did you find what you needed, sir?" "Uh, yes. Yes I did as a matter of fact." I smiled back as I placed the trimmer line on the counter. If she only knew I really had found what I needed. To this day I don't know how I made it out of that store without anyone being the wiser. Of course, I wonder if any one later found the evidence of my pleasure inside that shed. I masturbated later that night to the thought of the young, sexy store clerk finding my abundantly splattered man cum. Masturbation Diaries: Hotel Foray The late night desk clerk I guessed was in her early to late thirties or maybe early forties. We smiled at one another other as she went on about her business to check me in. She had pretty brown eyes, was not slim, but had nice round perky breasts and a perfectly full rounded backside. I got a good glimpse of the latter when she turned around and leaned over the desk behind her to reach for a pen. "I have you in Room 912, Mr. Jenkins." Her slim fingers handed me over my hotel room card key. "Thank you, uh," I looked down at her gold embossed name tag, "Charlotte." "My pleasure, sir." She replied with a wanton smile. It was late when I got up to my room. My plane was late coming in and the layover was short to connect another early flight out to my actual business destination. After I got in the room I had intended to take a shower but, after stripping to my briefs, I remembered I needed to still read a paper for work the next day. It would only take a few minutes so I sat down at the desk. Before I could get too far along though, the hotel phone rang. I rose from the desk chair and went over to the nightstand across the room to answer it. "Hello?" I called into the handset. "Good evening, sir. This is Charlotte at the front desk." "Oh yes, hello Charlotte." Instantly the image of the night desk clerks womanly figure came to the forefront of my mind. "I'm calling to make sure you found everything to your satisfaction." Her soft, almost deep voice came through the receiver. I just had to say it, "Very fine, but if you need to make a check on the room, you may want to wait a bit as I was just about to take a shower." I heard the lighthearted, almost sexy chuckle at my lame crack before she said, "If there is anything, anything at all that I can do to make your stay more comfortable, please do not hesitate to call me." I was stunned. Not that I had gotten such a warm welcome, but because I could feel that familiar hardening in my briefs just listening to this woman talk over the phone. My eyes on focused down on the bulge that had grown between my legs. "Uh, I sure will, uh Charlotte. Thank you very much." I think I bit my lip after that hoping she didn't sense a change in my tone of voice. "Thank you, sir. And again do not hesitate to call if there is anything I can do for you." I swear this last came with a very breathy tone in her voice. I heard the line go dead. I stood there feeling stunned at the thoughts I was having, not to mention the one pleasurable feeling in my snug briefs. As soon as I hung up the hotel phone, I returned to my thought of hopping in the shower. But now it was to do more than just wash off the grime of the trip as I had originally planned. I had a rising condition to take care of. As I walked into the bathroom and shed my briefs I looked into the bathroom mirror and saw the prominent erection between my legs... My cock was indeed begging for attention. Deciding I would go ahead and masturbate anyway, I thought I'd relax and enjoy it so I walked back out into the room. I went straight over and shut the drapes to ensure total privacy. And as I was heading back to the bed to have some solo fun, I suddenly had a really naughty idea. I know more of you are like me than not and walk around your own house nude frequently, at least when no one else is home. But suddenly I imagined a whole hotel full of people walking around in there cozy rooms away from home completely naked. The thought of dozens of nude women in this high rise hotel just on the other side of all those doors had my manhood literally bobbing up and down to my increasing heart beat. Why not masturbate somewhere more exciting? No one knew me there, or would ever see me again. This hotel stop was just a layover. I've jerked off in a hotel room more times than I can ever try to recount. But I'd never been horny enough or brave enough to do it anywhere but in my room. That night I wanted to do something more daring than just lay back on my back and jack off that extremely horny cock of mine. I wanted to open that hotel room door I was only a few feet from, walk out into the hallway, and make love to each one of those doors that had had a lovely unsuspecting lady I was suddenly fantasizing about behind it. I went to my suitcase and pulled out my pair of sleep pants, a thin, black pair of drawstring pants. I pulled them on, forced my hard-on into them and tied them around my waist low and loose. Of course, they did nothing to suppress or hide my nearly full erection, but at least I was covered. The next thing I knew I was I sticking my head out into the corridor to see if there was any sign of other people on my floor. I focused on the doors I could see from mine and wondered which one of them had the sexiest nude woman on the other side. I could not believe how I felt, how intensely the erotic feelings overwhelmed my thoughts. I was going crazy within while trying to maintain some sense of composure on the outside. I looked around to see if anyone else was coming down either end of the corridor. That said, in my horny state I don't think I really gave consideration to getting caught that night in the hotel and wearing nothing but my thin sleep pants and no shirt or shoes, I walked outside my room. As I walked down the corridor a ways it came to me that it was the middle of the week, plus it was very late at night so the hallways shouldn't be very active. I didn't run into anyone right away but the excitement of the possibility was unbelievable. Soon I got that extreme horny feeling thinking of who was naked and what they might be doing behind all those closed doors I was passing. I walked on down the hall by more rooms holding myself under my pants. I spent the next five minutes wandering around the floor in a horny daze. I was never so excited to walk around in a hotel. When I reached the other end of the corridor and the stairs I headed up to the next floor. I walked the entire tenth floor at a nice leisurely pace still cautiously palming my cock under my sleep pants. Then I heard a door open behind me. I looked back and a young woman poked her head out. I caught my breath as she first looked the opposite way down the corridor before finally looking in my direction. We made eye contact. I smiled at her and she returned the gesture. She looked for a few more seconds then ducked back into her room. I was certain I would cum right in front of her my hands pressed so hard into my hard-on under my pants. My heart was pounding and I was flush with excitement. But I also knew I'd just die if someone were to get a glimpse of me in all my glory. Even so I ratcheted up my excitement I went on down the hall and got in the elevator. I got really daring and pulled my pants down just after the doors closed. I started jacking myself off in earnest. It felt so good and the tickling in my cockhead was so intense. The mirrored elevator afforded many different views and it made me feel as if others were watching me. But I was alone and suddenly hoped no one would surprise me in this elevator halfway to the top floor. I almost blew my load right there with the excitement of the possibility of the elevator doors opening and a woman stepping in only to see me playing with myself. Of course, what happened then? The elevator stopped. It had stopped only three more floors up. It was a few seconds before the elevator doors opened but it was enough time for me to pull up my pants. I quickly tucked my cock back into my pants as the realization of the seriousness of getting caught in public came racing back to my rationale mind. About then the doors opened and an older woman was standing there. I got a long stare and I should not have been surprised. Here was a guy, in an elevator, with no shirt on, only a pair of sleep pants that he was conspicuously holding his hands in front of, smiling. She hesitated but still stepped on in. She did stay in the far corner away from me. I stood there almost holding my breath until we reached the next floor up and the door opened again. This time a much older man got on. I felt too awkward by then and had had enough already, so just before the doors closed I stuck my hand between them and forced them open again. I looked over at the woman and smiled at her. "I forgot this is actually my floor." I said before I literally jumped out and stood with my back to the elevator until the doors closed again. I think it was only then I started breathing normally. I turned and walked toward the end of the corridor all the while a bit scared from that encounter on the elevator. Only I was still very sexually aroused. I knew this because when I looked down I saw my hard-on leading the way. I walked on still faster until I final hit the crash bar on the stairway door. As soon as I was in the stairwell I grabbed myself and started making my way down the few floors I had come up in my horniness. I needed to get back to my room and enjoy some fierce jacking off until I could cum all over everything in the room and myself. I got to my floor and opened the door out onto the bright light of the quiet corridor. I looked to see if anyone was coming from their rooms or the elevator. But as I took a few more steps out into the hall and around a corner, I stopped short. I looked up to see a surveillance camera pointed right down at me. It was then I realized all the floors had them. That was when I had the naughtiest thought of the night. After making one last check down the corridor I took the few steps backward into the stairwell. There were no cameras to be seen anywhere. So I proceeded to pull my manhood out. I had pre-cum all over palm when I did. I pushed my sleep pants down until they just barely hung on my knees. Mostly exposed like that, there would be no doubt if someone saw me as to what I was doing there in the hallway. At first all I wanted to do was get it over with quickly and cum. But since no one was around I allowed myself to keep a nice rhythm going stroking my fist up and down slick hard cock. It was then that I saw myself in the mirror on the wall across the hall. I was naked, well, mostly naked and it suddenly felt natural. As I watched myself in the mirror I began stroking faster. Every nerve in my body seemed to tingle as I enjoyed the feeling of being naked and exposed. I even reached up and pinched my nipple with one hand while I slid my fingers up and down my shaft. I was literally dripping pre-cum. I stood there with my eyes on the mirror my naked image looking back at me. This time my face was flushed. I could feel that tingling in my balls as I watched my reflection. I was getting close to climaxing by then, but my fear of ejaculating out in the open held me up. I was so excited and yet something was stopping me from going over the edge. I thought about trying to make a mad dash for my room but my desire for release was strong and it was difficult to slow down. By now I was panting pretty good and squirming around more and more. Since I had a hard time slowing down I stroked shallowly but eventually my desire to cum became so strong that my fear of ejaculating subsided and I began to stroke the full length of my shaft in the hope of triggering my orgasm. I was deep into it and nearly oblivious to anything else, until... I heard the elevator doors open. I was so close to cumming I couldn't move and just stood there holding my hard cock. I looked up and saw someone walk from the elevator. It was a woman. Luckily she turned and walked the other way. She quickly came to a stop a little ways down the corridor. Still holding my erect manhood I leaned further into the hallway to get a better view. I alternated between looking at her and looking into the mirror at my hand masturbating my hard shaft. I only kept getting hotter and hotter. I saw a clear drop of pre-cum slowly build in my slit and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I reached orgasm. This kind of frightened me for some reason. I'm not sure why but by my ejaculating there and then would be proof positive that I had brought myself to orgasm in public. I had never caused myself to cum anywhere that could possibly be in front of anyone and the idea made me feel more exposed than I already was. I stood there checking this woman out as my hand slipped up and around my swollen mushroomed cockhead and squeezed still more firmly. I felt another huge drip of pre-cum. I cupped most of it in my hand and used it to start stroking myself in earnest. I was trembling but part of me was overwhelmed with lust and at that moment I knew I had to finish what I'd started. I started thrusting my hips, my cock slipping back and forth in the now wet palm of my hand. I even began to pull and pinch my nipple even more vigorously this time, much harder than I normally did, but it felt so good! I watched as she went to put her card key into the electronic box on the door. But as she tried it slipped from her fingers and fell quietly to the carpet. She bent to pick it up and...my, oh my, was I treated to the most gorgeous backside ever! I know my jaw dropped as my manhood swelled still further in my hand. But no sooner had I admired her tight bottom in that snug skirt than I realized she had straightened up and looked right back in my direction. She must have heard me! I jumped back out of sight. Now there I stood just down the corridor from a pretty woman and I didn't know if she was looking my way or worse walking toward me as I crouched there mostly nude and stroking a very hard cock. I kept stroking away even though I was nearly frozen in fear. But it was like I was in an erotic trance and couldn't will myself to move let alone run away. Just then I heard a cell phone go off. Then I heard a voice. "It's me! What's up?" It had to have been my beautiful stranger. I listened. She spoke again to her silent caller, "You what?" There was a long pause. "You actually jacked off all over my pants? That is so fucking gross and nasty. You should be ashamed of yourself, Dan." Geez! She was talking to her husband, her boyfriend, her lover, a horny guy obviously. For some reason that was the erotic catalyst I needed and suddenly I was at the point of no return. I started stroking faster as I flexed my knees. I could feel my orgasm start deep inside and as it finally swept over me. I literally bit my lower lip to keep from crying out as the most intense feeling of pleasure engulfed me. I changed to long smooth stokes, arched my back as the initial surge plumed out the end of my cock head, and watched it splatter down thick and heavy onto the hotel carpet making an audible plop as it did. I shot a second longer white rope of cum further out into the corridor. Then one after another the ejaculations seemed like they came and came forever, though I'm sure it was probably only several seconds. I flicked the last drops of my cum on the floor then leaned there against the wall in a sweat thinking about what had just happened. "You pervert, go clean yourself up." I heard the woman's voice and then heard the card key going into the slot followed by her hotel room door open then close. I smiled and actually giggled out loud as my fingers traced along my wilting penis knowing I'd never felt so completely and unabashedly sexual. After another minute or so I became nervous and quickly made my way back into the stairwell and pulled my drawstring sleep pants back up. When I was all straightened out I quickly walked the long corridor back to my hotel room. I couldn't get to sleep for sometime after that, I had been so turned on by the events of the evening. I couldn't stop thinking about my public adventure and was aroused again as I lay in my king-sized hotel bed. So much so, I jumped up, got the hotel provided lotion out of the bathroom and jacked off to the fresh memory of my foray into near exhibitionism, this time thinking of my very friendly night hotel clerk, Charlotte, behind her desk with her skirt lifted above her waist and her fingers in her pussy as she watched me cumming like a mad man on the security monitor! Masturbation Diaries: Library Study I twiddled the pencil between my fingers trying very hard to concentrate on studying. Only one more day of exams and then the weekend! But I had two of the biggest exams left, Physics and Statistics. Only one problem, I was horny again! I say again, because I had already had a good cum just a couple hours before back in my dorm room. I don't know why but the times when I was stressed were when I got the horniest. Besides, I was twenty and a guy...at college and around good looking girls in their tightest and skimpiest attire! What else was does a guy think of at that age right? I was nearly worn out from three days of exams already, but still had probably the toughest of the bunch left. That was why I was grinding out a late study shift at the university library. But I was not being very diligent to my studies. I was sitting there at a table hoping for any kind of distraction. With great luck every so often I was treated to a nice view of the library assistant, who was also a basketball cheerleader, a very cute blonde. She came around to replace books on the nearby shelves. At one point I looked up to watch as she had to reach to place a book on an upper shelf. That stretch had her blouse riding up just enough for me to see an inch or so of her very flat and tanned midriff along with the sight of her shorts pulling tighter against her firm little behind. After one such stretch and reach she lowered back to her feet and immediately turned to face me. I lost my breath and blushed. She made eye contact smiled. I smiled back. She then took her library cart and went on around to the next aisle. I breathed again. I also began to have a very delightful little daydream about her as I fingered through my notes. This girl was tall, with legs that seemed to go on forever. She also had a very prominent bosom. Boobs! Huge, hot boobs! Yes, I was twenty and a college junior... My fantasy daydream and the stirring it aroused in my shorts would have to wait though as I needed to get focused on my studying. I loved math but Statistics was beyond any math I'd taken before. It was kicking my butt. So I lowered my head and read away. And that's where my head was buried when I sensed someone else walk by. I didn't look up right away, that is until I smelled a familiar perfume. When I did look I saw this girl walk to a table a couple of rows over from mine and dump an armload of books on top. It was Mary Ann. Mary Ann was slim and athletic. She was also the most gorgeous girl I knew. She was about five foot seven with auburn hair that was that night pulled back and held by a jeweled band. She had been in several of my dreams, okay my fantasies, all semester since we started taking the same Literature class. I had only really seen her in class and she was always dressed extra nice, dresses or slacks. Tonight she was much more casual, dressed in a worn denim skirt and a cotton blouse which made her look even cuter than ever. Mary Ann and I had literally bumped into one another the third day of the semester as we both hurried to the classroom. Her books went all down the stairs. During my profuse apologies while retrieving her books I had got a nice close up look at those wonderful long legs of hers. I even got an illicit peek up her skirt as she squatted down on the step above me. I so remember the prettiest bright yellow panties she wore that day. They were the thinnest, most translucent imaginable. So much so, I swore I had even seen the swell of her sexual mound with the dark shadow of her thick pubic hair. Mmm-mmm-mmm... Needless to say that visual fueled many a stimulating night over the next few weeks. I sat there at the library table and shivered a very warm shiver. I had wished I had the nerve to ask her out. There I was a junior and I'd never gone out with any girl seriously actually. I hadn't dated all that much in high school even though I was a jock in wrestling and volleyball. My few college dates were mostly set ups, in groups and although most of the girls were nice, I was mostly just being friendly and definitely lacked the gumption to go any further. So now there she was no more than twenty or so feet away and I still didn't have the nerve to even wave or say hello. I put my hand on my forehead and went back to my Physics notes. It must have been about a half hour later when I tried to swallow and realized I my mouth was dry. I needed a drink, so I made my way to the water fountain near the front desk. I got my few sips of water and after wiping my chin I walked past the desk this time taking a look at the coed cheerleader-cum-librarian sitting there. We exchanged smiles again, but as I remember now I didn't give her the once over as I had done earlier. Instead I had another girl on my mind as I walked back to my study table. Before I made it around the first bookcase I looked over toward Mary Ann and found she wasn't at her table, although her books still were. She must have gone to the bathroom I thought. Reaching the end of stacks I made the turn back toward my table when I ran smack into my prettiest coed. "Oooff" I huffed, with the wind temporarily knocked out of me. "Ohhh!" Mary Ann more squealed in reaction to her bouncing off my chest. I reached out and caught her, but one of my hands accidentally touched her breast in doing so. "Ooo!" She gasped as she steadied herself. "Sorry, sorry...I, uh...I just grabbed the first thing I could, I mean..." Okay I was thoroughly embarrassed. I also expected a serious scowl and rebuke, but instead she sort of grinned as she straightened her blouse. "I'm sorry." I said again as sincerely as possible but grinned myself as I gazed at her chest. Her nipples poking through her top! "It's okay...don't worry about it." "I really am sorry." "Forget about it." She smiled up at me and then I swear she winked! I blushed a deep crimson. For several seconds she stood there before me at less than arms length. It gave me the time to really look at her...and I immediately fell in love! Mary Ann was beautiful. She had the prettiest face and most gorgeous green eyes. Her mouth was just perfect and it was actually was smiling as she looked up at me. She finally bent down to gather her things and in the stooping down to retrieve her papers and books her skirt rode up in back. I knelt down to help and when I did I immediately had a flashback to the incident a couple of months earlier. I know my head dipped a bit lower hoping upon hope to get another sneak peek between her legs and discover what color of sexy panties she was wearing this time. No such luck. Mary Ann was all too lady-like this time and kept her knees together denying my lecherous viewing. I tried to speak, say anything, but as usual I was as shy as a guy could get. "Well, maybe I'll run into you again some time." She grinned, stood and walked on by me. "I hope so," I whispered as she headed back down the aisle. I stood there for too long a moment I know watching Mary Ann walk away, her hips swaying, the muscles in her calves, thighs, and backside flexing and relaxing. What a gorgeous sight! I looked around real quick to see if anyone had caught me ogling. That part of the library was not completely deserted, but the three students there sat quietly talking, in a corner table off to the left. None of them paid any attention to me. By the time I got back to my own desk my heart beat and breathing had calmed some. As I sat I looked over and found Mary Ann slumped forward on the wooden table top, her head cradled sideways in her arm, the ponytail dangling down the side of her head. She was twisting her lovely hair through her fingers. Then I looked down a little farther...although it wasn't all that hot in the library her blouse was unbuttoned fairly low. The shadowed valley between her tawny fleshed breasts was daringly revealed. I hadn't noticed that earlier. Hard to believe I would have missed a sexy sight like that. Had she undone them after I'd bumped into her? Someone walked by my table about then, my heart skipped a beat and I immediately looked back down guiltily to my textbook. I tried to focus on studying I swear, but it wasn't long before I was daydreaming about those breasts and the rest of Mary Ann. Only now I imagined her without a blouse at all. I was sure her breasts were big, round and soft, with the largest nipples. In my mind, I sucked each of those lusciously erect nipples into my mouth one at a time. My hand slid to the crotch of my shorts and I squeezed my already stiffening penis. A noise, the sound of a scraping chair leg, caught my attention and I looked back ahead and found Mary Ann had scooted her chair up closer to the table. I glanced underneath the table and although it was still a little shadowy, I could certainly see well enough to see her knees were primly together. Just as well, I thought, I'd probably have sexual overload and truly not be able to study the rest of the evening if I had seen anything more than that. But I had no more than finished the thought when she lifted her legs, kicked off her sandals, and put her feet on the little cross bar under the seat of her wooden chair. Her knees came up too and opened a little in that pose. I still couldn't see any more than before in the shadows under the table, but it didn't stop me from taking my daydream a little further. Having had seen her in that short skirt months ago and then the one tonight I pictured myself slipping a hand under it...of course she wasn't wear panties in my fantasy. I felt a renewed swell in my manhood so I gave it another good squeeze. Mary Ann was still looking down at her textbook and she seemed very intent on her studies. Then it was if she had heard me talking about her! Abruptly she leaned back from the table and her knees parted further. I was instantly treated to the smoothness of her thighs right up to...they were blue! She had on a pair of satiny blue panties! I had a full view of her panty-clad vulva under her denim skirt. I could hardly keep myself from chewing off my pencil eraser with the pleasure I felt at catching such a flash of heavenly delight! Before I knew it I was rubbing myself in as best I could through the material of my shorts and boxers. I know a moan escaped me as I was taken aback by the unexpected scene unfolding before me. Although I was conscious enough to take a quick scan around to see if anyone was watching me watching this beauty sitting like a sexy vision only several feet away, I couldn't avert my eyes more than a couple seconds. My mind raced. What the hell was I doing staring at a girl like that? But still my hand, through my shorts, cupped my balls. I could feel their warmth and I fondled them while I closed my eyes and thought of Mary Ann naked now. Her breasts were out for me, her skirt pulled up and her panties down around her ankles, all for me. I could feel my balls squirming in their sac as I played with them. After a moment, I opened my eyes and looked over at my fantasy girl. My hand froze on my balls. Mary Ann was looking up from her book and right at me! I held my breath. Only I didn't see any shock or surprise register on her face. Then in a sigh of relief I realized she wasn't looking at me. She was deep in thought as she stared in my direction but more passed me in a very studious fog. Maybe she was trying to come up with some detail to whatever subject she was working on. In any case it was such a sexy look. Her lips were somewhat pursed almost as if she was kissing someone, or something...my hard-on surged a bit as I was sure I could feel those moist lips touching me down there. My hand was still cupping my balls so I gave them another teasing squeeze before I ran my fingers up along my growing length. Mary Ann finally turned her eyes back to the book in front of her and I just quietly, admiringly watched her as she read. That in itself was so sexy, a coed as beautiful as she, looking so smart, looking so hot! This was my dream girls of all dream girls. Although part of my head told me I certainly should be studying, too, I found my gaze lowering back under her table, under her short skirt, to where she revealed those oh so sexy blue panties to me. I just knew in my fantasy she was doing this for me and me only. Mary Ann wanted me to see her panties, she wanted me to get off over her and her sexy panties; my fantasy was building fast! My hand on was still on my crotch, but now my palm was rubbing up over my hard-on as only my fingers continued to tickle my balls. The swelling in both was attaining a level of discomfort confined in my boxers and shorts as they were. I had to end this torture! I needed to stroke myself off. But even that far end of the library was not the best place for such a thing. So started thinking about making my way to the bathroom and enjoy a good jerk. (Just so you know it wouldn't have been the first time I'd done it there!) As I arranged myself in my shorts enough to not be too conspicuous when I stood I looked over for a few last seconds of fantasy inducing glances at Mary Ann. I gasped and dropped my pencil at the suddenness of what I saw now as my eyes locked on her under the table. She had shifted her hips back in the chair. I hadn't thought it possible to get any harder than I was, but my erection went from stone to steel right then. I nearly lost my breath and the last vestiges of my decorum as I saw a hand led by a long delicate finger slide down between her legs. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Her fingertip skimmed down over the shiny blue satin of her panties. I could hear my own raspy breath as that finger roamed in ever smaller circles across her sex. Just watching her scratch her nail across the smooth material was enough to transmit warm shivers through me. I only wondered what it was doing for her. I dropped my pencil and that hand gripped the arm of my chair and I moaned. I wondered if she knew I or anyone else on this side of the room could see her doing what she was doing. Was this just my fantasy gone wild in my head? Did she want me to catch her rubbing herself? I only wish I knew what she was feeling. In the meantime, I had become so aroused there was no way I could stand up with out being very obvious. I began to rub myself through my shorts in true earnest as I watched her finger trail a little higher and saw the pressure she was applying by the dent it was making in her panties. Her finger moved faster, back and forth in tiny circles. I was so surprised, so hypnotized by what I was seeing. I could also make out the effect all this was having on her as a wetted darkening blotch began to form on the blue material. I stroked my cock through my shorts with even more vigor. I could feel the leaking in my own underwear by that point. I knew it was a mistake to keep playing with myself right there in the library, but I couldn't have made it to the bathroom as my hard cock would have been pointing the way for all to see! No, I had to stay. Besides I couldn't give up watching the magnificently erotic spectacle continue to unfold before me! I sucked in a deep breath as I gave my raging hard-on a good squeeze and could feel the pre-cum trickle out and smear over my boxers. I actually feared for a moment Mary Ann would hear my moan and stop pleasuring herself, but she was too far away. She was all too into what she was doing under her own study table. Mary Ann kept stroking her panties and after every few strokes she would press her finger into herself; the blue panties easing into her sex and then becoming ever more dampened. Mary Ann sat there with her knees spread wide and her hand playing between them the whole while the cool composed upper half of her belied what I was witnessing. I found myself, stroking my throbbing erection in near time to the strokes of her finger. It was if the head of my cock was stroking her panties. Of course, if it actually had been I would have been smearing pre-cum all across them, as I could feel it seeping out onto my boxers. I began to debate with myself knowing I had to be hallucinating because my mind had never before conjured up so enchanting a vision, even in my most erotic wet dreams. Mary Ann wriggled and squirmed in her chair, her thighs moved gently back and forth. I watched as her hand left her lap area and one of her fingers went to her mouth. With her eyes closed she sucked slowly on the lone finger. She stopped squirming for those few seconds and it seemed that she was in a very peaceful and happy state. I assumed she must have pleased herself enough for the moment. But then her eyes popped open, she removed her finger from her mouth and lowered it swiftly to her panties again. She began to butterfly her thighs in and out now and she rubbed her now wetted finger all over her the crotch of her underwear. She was earnestly masturbating now. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen! I don't know who was enjoying themselves more as I had obviously gotten so caught up in this fantasy I so needed to go really play with myself. I needed to take my hard cock out and stroke for all I was worth! On the other hand, I couldn't just stop and get up then. I would have been more than embarrassed walking in front of someone to include the cute the library assistant at that point. But my cock was aching unbearably and I couldn't stand it anymore! I thought my cock would burst through my shorts so I unzipped and let my erection poke out and stand straight up. The minute I grabbed the long hard shaft and squeezed a breathy moan escaped my lips. I was past caring who might catch me. With my cock sticking up through the fly of my boxers and shorts, I stared hard at my fantasy girl as I stroked myself. I saw Mary Ann close her eyes and the next few seconds seemed to last forever. It was like watching a series of high-definition digital photographs click by in front of my eyes. She began to move differently and her body stiffened. She was reaching a climax and I was just a few feet away watching it all! It was more than I could take and I let loose right there. I watched Mary Ann shudder and spasm as I shot my hot creamy load. My body shook with each jet of cum that spurted out onto the front edge of the library table. Again and again, each streak of cum splattered against the table until I thought I'd never stop cumming. I closed my eyes at the height of my pleasure and literally saw stars. It was incredible! For a long moment trying to figure out what had just happened. I tried to enjoy the afterglow of the incredible experience as I feigned staring down at my textbook. I had never seen anything like that before, a girl masturbating right before my eyes. As I sat there with cum dripping off my hand and off the side of the study table I looked back over at Mary Ann, only to find her sitting all prim and proper, her chin cradled in the palm of her hand studying away. How unfair is it that women can cum and not leave such a mess as us guys do? I pondered that for only a second as I was still feeling good from my own orgasm. I took a huge breath and shoved my manhood back into my shorts, my warm cum smearing a little on my boxers. With cum still on my hand and the table and floor beneath I looked around for something to clean up with. The best I could do was some notebook paper, so I as quietly as possible I ripped out a couple of sheets. I more dabbed and smeared than cleaned up my mess. I balled up the papers and stashed them in my book bag. A few minutes went by, and the scrapping of a chair against the tile floor caught my attention once again. I looked up and caught Mary Ann looking at her watch this time. She got a strange look on her face and then she hurriedly gathered all her notes and books together and stuffed them in her book bag. She was up and walking quickly toward the front door in no time. Masturbation Diaries: Library Study At first I felt more than a little disappointed that I didn't get even a nod of acknowledgement before she left. But then I reasoned it was just as well, as her not noticing me meant she surely hadn't seen what I had done moments earlier. I had sure noticed what she had done! I also had already planned to take that very erotic scene back with me to my dorm room to play over and over in my mind as I stroked my hard cock, cumming just as long and intensely as I had done for her there in the university library. With those thoughts rushing around in my head it was no wonder I was feeling myself getting aroused again. I wasn't getting anymore studying done at that point I knew. And I sure wasn't going to take a chance and pull my cock out and do it there in the library again. I needed to get back to my room and enjoy lying back and getting off in private this time. So I packed up, left the library myself. The walk back to my dorm room was non-eventful other than I couldn't keep from thinking of the beautiful Mary Ann. Her smile could light up night the sky on that campus I was certain. She was so beautiful...and I also had a second picture to savor of her...the picture under that short skirt of hers. The college youthfulness in me allowed the arousal to return in full measure as I walked along campus, my hard boner leading the way. As soon as I got back to my room I was going to jack off again! No sooner was I back in my room than I pulled my shorts down and my cock sprang up. I grabbed it in my fist and closed my eyes thinking back to earlier in the evening and the beautiful sight of Mary Ann. The image my mind first raced back to was her sitting at that library table, but now I saw her seductively pulling her blue panties aside this time revealing the most perfect pussy. Hers would be absolutely perfect I just knew it! As I stood there just inside the room, my strokes were picking up as I thought of her playing with herself, too. My cock was raging hard and I was totally swept away with the fantasy of Mary Ann. I was going to cum already, when... There was a knock on my door! I about leapt across the room and my heart about jumped out of my chest. I still held my hard cock, but stood there motionless and totally quiet. I could feel my heartbeat pulsing through my erection. Another knock! Whoever it was needed to go away so I could finish what I'd started. Then... "Don!" I heard the voice clearly through the door. "Don, I know you're in there. I need to talk to you." Damn! It was Mary Ann! I couldn't answer the door, especially not for her and not in the condition I was in. "Don, please open the door." Only another part of me didn't want to let her go. I took a step forward and wobbled for a second as the blood rushed from the little head back to the big head. I tugged my shorts back up and stuffed my slowly dwindling erection back into them. I took a couple of deep breaths and turned back toward the door. Pulling it open, I found Mary Ann standing there in the hallway. She stepped in and leaned against the door frame. She looked up at me, the look in her eyes tearing at my heart. "Hi Don." "Mary Ann?" I barely choked out her name. "I know. You're surprised to see me, but..." She looked passed me into my room. "Uh, can I come in?" My head immediately turned and guiltily looked back at my room. Other than the book bag slung on the floor with the remnants of my earlier cum still in it there was no evidence of my most recent solo escapade. I turned back to the beautiful girl, "Oh. Yeah, yes...sure." I backed away, holding the door open. She stepped inside and I caught that wonderful aroma again as she walked by me. "Uh, what are you doing here?" I asked. She walked to the middle of my dorm room and paused. She abruptly spun on the balls of her feet in her sandals and looked up at me. "I know you like to look at me," she said. What? I started to protest but she held up a hand. "Really, it's ok," she said. "I like it. It's nice to feel attractive." She reached out and took my hand. "I just want you to know that if you ever want to do more than look, I wouldn't mind that, too." I must have looked utterly shocked. "Um, I, um, well, thank you, I guess." I felt my shorts bulging again as I blushed. Mary Ann smiled. "Well, I see you like that idea." I saw her nodding downward. "I know I liked what I saw earlier tonight." My eyes widened and my mouth hung open. What did she see? She went on. "I assume most boys don't like girls to know they masturbate." "What?" Words or the one word finally came blurting out of my mouth. How did she know? I saw her, but she couldn't have seen me. No way! She couldn't have! "Well, I don't care about any of that. Whatever you like to do to yourself is just fine with me, believe me." All I could do was nod and stare at her without really seeing her. I wanted to slip by her, get into bed and bury my head under the covers. "So Don, I can see how nervous you knowing I know about your masturbation, but I assure you I won't tell anyone. Not a single person, I promise." She seemed sincere, but I'm sure my face still showed shock, because she continued, "No, Don. I really mean it." Her voice became a whisper, "It'll be our secret, our totally private little secret." She leaned forward and touched my arm. That single light touch sent a tingle up my arm and throughout my entire body. I surprised even myself when I felt the sensation settle in my crotch and the very significant hard-on that was still there surged. She leaned in closer and whispered, "In fact, I'm glad I know some of your private pleasures. It's actually rather exciting." All the while I stared, dumbfounded, at her. She looked up at me, nibbled her lower lip very seductively and gave me an even more seductive wink. Then she lifted up on her tiptoes, tilted her head back a little and parted her lips. The tips of her breasts through her blouse pressed forward and touched my chest. The feeling was more electric than her fingers that were now holding my arm. Then she was in my arms. I so naturally wrapped them tightly around her, pulling her firmly to my body. I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew she was kissing me. I couldn't believe I was kissing Mary Ann, let alone in my dorm room! My skin tingled all over. It was the best feeling ever. She opened her mouth a bit wider and her tongue slipped over mine. Our kiss was long and hard and so very wet! At first I had been more in shock when she divulged she had caught me playing with myself back in the library, but when I found myself holding her all that other stuff was suddenly behind me. I was tightly embracing this girl. I was drunk and dizzy with desire. I panted as I slowly dragged my hands up her back. Mary Ann seemed totally unfazed. She was quite calm and collected when she broke our kiss and asked, "Would you take off your clothes and masturbate again for me, Don?" "But Mary Ann..." I stammered as I released her and stood back. The earlier embarrassment came rushing back. She continued, "I really want you to." Still recovering my wits, all I could do was nod a feeble protest, but she reached up and brushed my cheek, "I've never had a boy jack off in front of me, but after what I saw tonight I really want you to. So please do it for me. Please for me." She looked at me intensely with those gorgeous green eyes. I'd never had a girl come on to me so strongly and never ever ask what she was asking. But I also had never felt so incredibly aroused. My cock was hard! I mean really, really hard. At the same time though my heart was leaping into my throat, something I had never felt before when aroused so. Mary Ann stood back and looked down at my crotch. "Look, I think he's eager." "But..." I was still in denial no matter what was straining out my shorts. That beautiful girl leaned up and gave me a few pecking kisses all over my face and neck and then licked her tongue in my left ear before whispering... "So show me," she said. "Show you what?" "Silly, show me how you do it." My eyes grew as wide as ever. I couldn't believe she was asking me to masturbate in front of her. Was she serious? But I didn't dare ask her to repeat herself. If she wasn't messing with me she might change her mind and I would lose the chance to fulfill my fantasy, my fantasy of being with her. "Okay," I answered simply. "Then I think we need to undo these." As I lost myself in her beauty, she unzipped and pulled my shorts and boxers down. My cock sprang free and stood up between us. "Mmm, it looks even better up close," Mary Ann said reaching out and running her fingertip over the head of my cock and smearing the pre-cum around. I sucked in a sharp breath. "But I think now seeing him I want to be a part of this." "What part?" "I think you know." she giggled. "Really? I'm not sure I..." she put a hand to my mouth. "Yes, I know exactly what you need. And I know what I want." Mary Ann took her hand away and stepped back. She reached down, tugged at the bottom of her blouse and pulled it over her head and threw it on my bed. She then proceeded to pull my t-shirt up and off and tossed it on top of hers. "I've been waiting for weeks for you to ask me out," she said, running her fingertips down my chest and then out along the length of my cock. "I was sure you'd have asked me out after getting that peak of my panties that first week of class." My stupid grin of an expression gave me away. "Yes, I know you saw. I wanted you to see. I wanted you then, you know that? That is why I made sure you got a look up my skirt. Didn't you notice I was doing an awful lot of bending and stooping on those stairs? You think that was an accident? I wanted you to see my panties then just as I wanted you to see them tonight." She rubbed her palm up underneath my hard-on this time. "I was sitting there across from you thinking about you putting your hand under my skirt and down the front of my panties. I wanted to feel your fingers inside me. I was dripping wet." She breathed deeply and her breasts swelled in her bra. "I'm surprised you couldn't see how damp I was." A broad smile came across my lips. "What?" she asked. "I did see." "I knew it!" Mary Ann slapped my bare chest and almost seemed giddy at my confession. She also wrapped her fingers around my manhood and gave it a tug. "I knew you were watching me. I just didn't know how much you could really see." "How did you know I'd be at the library tonight?" Although I was nearly overcome with desire, I was still curious. I also wasn't sure if there was still sort of trick going on here. But Mary Ann smiled, lifted up on her tiptoes again and kissed me on the cheek. "I didn't. I've been at the library every night to study myself for exams. I wasn't even there looking for you tonight, but when I saw you sitting there at that desk I couldn't resist doing what I did. Don you turn me on so much, I couldn't help myself. I had to get your attention somehow." With that she snuggled her body into mine, her bra covered breasts were ever so warm against my chest and her even warmer hand stroked the length of my cock. I closed my eyes and took another huge breath before I could speak. "You know, when I saw you, okay you and your panties, it was like on the stairs all over again. And well..." I breathed deeply and threw my head back as she rubbed my cock head up over the smooth warm skin of her stomach, "...I couldn't help myself." "Hmmm, do you like a girl's hand on you?" She asked as her hand swept over my cockhead then swiveled around and stroked back down my length. "Or do you like your own hands better as you did back in the library?" "Ahhh..." I could only manage the grunt as I tried to regain enough control to speak. "Uh, your hand, uh, your hand feels a lot better." Looking down at my full erection so very hard in her hand, she asked, "Would you like to see what it feels like inside of me instead?" Her thumb and forefinger took a new grip on the tip of my cock and started rubbing firmly with small circular movements. Mary Ann drew in a long breath with a hiss and the tip of her tongue licked over her lips. "I know I want to feel it. So much so I couldn't stand to wait any longer so I came to find you." She lifted back up on her tiptoes and her lips moved back to mine this time. All the hesitancy I had remaining left me when she began kissing me hungrily. Her whole body was touching mine, my arms were around her and holding so close, I didn't want to chance her getting away. Finally, she broke our kiss and rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breath against my neck and it was so indescribably amazing a sensation. Before, only the sensations in my cock seemed to be anywhere close to that pleasurable, but with her in my arms I had found a totally new and truly amazing sensation. Her warmth warmed me inside and out. One of my hands was in her hair as my other ran down over her back and came to that snaps in her bra. "Go ahead, take it off." She whispered without looking up. I didn't hesitate and tried to unsnap it with one hand. Since I hadn't had much practice it didn't work so well. As she giggled, I lowered my other hand and finally got the clasps undone. No sooner than I had and Mary Ann lowered the shoulder straps and shimmied a bit until the bra fell between us, lying across my hard cock. She leaned into me again and I pulled her tighter still to my body. I felt the fullness of her breasts now, along with her very erect, very hard, very large nipples. My legs almost buckled beneath me with desire as my cock pressed into her belly. "Come on," Mary Ann suddenly broke our embrace and took my hand. "Let's go to bed." As much as I wanted to get a look at her breasts, I had to take time first to step out of my shorts and kick my boxers off my feet before I tripped. She led me to the side of my bed and stood me there briefly. I got my first serious gaze at those lovely, full, round breasts. I know my mouth watered as I stared hard at those extremely huge nipples. They were so gorgeous... Then she shoved me backwards. I fell flat on my back on top of our discarded shirts, my cock slapping against my stomach. Mary Ann moved up and stood between my legs. I saw her smile first. It was as beautiful and as seductive as her nearly nude body. But I did look down and take in her incredible bare breasts. They stood out from her chest, their fullness so ripe and inviting from that view below her. And those nipples! I had never seen nipples so large, and so perfectly shaped. They stood out from two of the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen on a woman, even in magazines. But suddenly my eyes were drawn still lower as I watched her fingers slip into the waistband of those blue panties at both hips. My already ragged breath was shortened more as the wispy black curls of her pubic triangle came into view. She uncovered them quickly, slipping her lacy panties down to her ankles. Her other clothes she just tossed aside, but the wet panties she twirled on her finger as she leaned over my naked body. "You want these?" she asked licking and pursing her lips. "Yes," I answered probably too quickly and too loudly. Her smile was luscious and her eyes were full of mischief. "Lay back then," she said. I did as I was told. She knelt over me, straddling my legs. I could see her pussy lips were parted and light glistened from her shiny pubic curls, she was so wet! "Close your eyes," she breathed more than spoke. I did and the next thing I know her wet panties were on my face. The smell of them made my head spin. It was a delicious mixture of some flowery perfume and the aroma of her delicious sex. I moved her underwear away and looked up into a beautiful smiling face. Her green eyes were full of lust as she leaned over lifted my chin and kissed me, darting her tongue between my lips. I caught the tip of it between my teeth and held it for a moment. We kissed and kissed. At last she pulled her greedy mouth away from mine and trailed kisses and tiny licks down my chest. Her firm breasts hung down and nipples were pink and pointed trailing down my bare skin to my stomach. As though she could read my mind she brought them lower and swayed herself back and forth, dragging those erect nipples across the long hard shaft of my manhood. Ahhhhhh! I was beyond feeling good! Mary Ann reached out with both hands, took hold of my twitching hard-on and pulled me earnestly, almost impatiently towards her. I was mesmerized at the sight of my cock being pulled up to such a sexy woman's beautiful pussy. Her hands felt so good wrapped around me as she positioned the head against her slick and swollen pussy lips. I felt a huge desire to simply thrust and be inside her but I managed to restrain myself. Then I felt her hands slide down my shaft and I looked up to see that sexy smile on her face, "Come on inside stud." With that encouragement, I slowly lifted up. She opened easily for me and I watched amazed as the fully swollen head of my cock disappeared into her. She felt so very warm and slick and enveloped me tightly as she now lowered herself down upon me until the tufts of our pubic hair nestled tightly up against one another. I felt every single inch of my manhood slide in her pussy. She let her hands slide up my chest as she settled down onto me taking that last long inch. My young manhood glided easily in and out of hot and wet womanhood. She met my eyes and smiled a playful smile. I plunged in and out, barely able to keep myself in check. I was making love to my dream girl! Mary Ann's body was even more sweet and beautiful than I could have ever imagined. With each stroke I pulled out as far as I dared and then pushed my entire length back inside her. I looked at Mary Ann's pretty face, her full breasts, and those very erect nipples, but it was hard to take my eyes away from the sight of my cock slipping in and out of her gorgeous pussy. I started to feel the climax rise as early as my first several strokes. I could not believe how good it felt! Okay, as if you hadn't figured out by this point, Mary Ann had just taken my virginity. Yep, I had never had my cock inside a woman before. Mary Ann's beauty and the tightness of her pussy quickly elevated my excitement. "Cum for me, baby," she whispered in a voice deeper and sexier than I'd recognized from her before. Mary Ann eclipsed every other sexy image of a woman I'd ever known and she became the sole source of my pleasure. I'd never seen anyone as sexy, never felt a woman's body so completely open or felt so good, and never imagined a climax could be quite so powerful. While Mary Ann's legs pressed her body up and down on me, urging me to thrust harder, faster, and deeper, her one hand between us started to make circular motions on her lower belly. I sped up my thrusts and felt my balls tighten. I grunted and on my next stroke hesitated as I was on the real verge of cumming. My back arched, but she held onto me as if encouraging me to ejaculate deep inside her. After another deep thrust and I exploded! "Aaagh," I gasped as she felt the rush of cum flood her pussy. I kept up the slow deep strokes, trying to prolong the exquisite orgasm as long as I could. I looked at the beautiful girl above me ad actually saw pleasure in her face, raw, sexy pleasure. Her hair was damp and her skin glistened from the heat of our mutual exertions. "Touch me," she asked gently. "Stay inside and touch me. I want to feel you there when I cum." I slide my hand down between us and swiftly found her clit. I continued to stroke myself in her pussy as I made some light circular motions around it and teased her clit, too. Masturbation Diaries: Library Study It didn't take long for her to climax. Leaning back on the bed her knees wide apart offering her sex to my full view, I could feel the first wave of pleasure sweep over her body. "Give it to me!" She yelled again, lifting herself off me for a second and the slamming back down onto me we bounced together, the headboard banging hard against the wall. I felt her body tensing. Her near screaming made me thrust harder and faster and my cock still hard within her. "Oh yesssss..." she breathed as her pussy muscles contracted around my cock, almost trying to pull me back in deeper as she came. Gasping and panting as she came back to earth. Her strong legs and arms wrapped around me as she lay on my body, my cock still deep in her warm wet pussy. She was gasping for air. I was wallowing in the afterglow of both our orgasms. "That...was...incredible. Thank you, Don...for...everything!" She lifted her head and kissed me on the cheek. "It was very incredible for me, too." I replied and pulled her tight to me. "Well," she paused looking up into my eyes, giving a little wince as she squeezed down on my hardness still inside of her, "if you think you can make the rest of my night as good as this has been..." she squeezed her hot pussy down on me again, "I'll stay the night if you'll have me." I brought my hand up to lightly touch her cheek and watched the features of my new lover soften. "Sounds like a plan to me." "I want more," Mary Ann whispered. "I want more of you." "Good." I said, wrapping my arms around her again. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather be with right now than you." She kissed me, "I can't think of anyone I'd rather be with than you, either." We made love again and she spent the night. It was early morning before we slowed down to soft caresses and our eyes closed holding one another. I knew right then I had found the girl of my dreams. She was so beautiful, sexy and smart. Laying in bed fully satisfied and smiling, there was no doubt in my mind this was the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. In fact, I married her two years later. Masturbation Diaries: Longer Orgasm When I became a lover of literature early in college I found it actually opened me up to being a lover of all types of writing to include erotica. But when I had discovered that genre I could frequently be found spending hours on end reading anything from sexy short stories on up to the truly erotic of the literary best. Add to all that, by my junior year in college I was also regularly masturbating at least twice a day and more often than not three or four times a day on those weekends if I had nothing else to do. Later in life with the advent of the computer I became more obsessed with reading and writing erotica. All that helped me better celebrate the joys of masturbation in which I still indulge every chance I get, most times while perusing or writing erotic stories. I've been married for 30 years now and both my wife and I realize the practice of masturbating is both important to marriage and our sex lives. We discovered our mutual love of self-pleasure early in our marriage, confessing we had both enjoyed doing it for some time. We even admitted to doing it while we dated, to the point we both masturbated ourselves to sleep some nights after a hot, but unconsummated, evening together. Now in our early fifties, while we do find it more than enjoyable to share our most intimate time making love in that sweetest of unions, we both still masturbate regularly. Whether using it as a warm-up to our lovemaking or for our own private pleasure, we feel this arrangement has kept us healthier in body and marriage. On my solo side, I usually still masturbate while writing my erotica. I take little breaks here and there to caress my erection and keep it throbbing throughout the evening as I type away on the PC or my laptop. I'm aware the building of sexual tension in my body makes for an inspiring zone for writing the most erotic scenes. Also, in the early years I used to think it was a waste to get a good hard-on and not have a good hot cum with it. However, in the last few years I've found ways to make my masturbating better. First, I discovered that when avoiding ejaculating long enough my next orgasm could be more intense and seem to last forever. An anticipated orgasm is pure sensation with spasms so intense it normally makes me want to rub harder and faster as I ejaculate. But I learned to avoid the harder and faster syndrome all the time and I came to enjoy and prolong the feelings letting my body build with them. I was able to recognize and accept even more intense feelings as I let them come and come and come...but I didn't actually cum before I stopped. I trained myself to get close to the edge, stay there longer, and extend the pure thrill of anticipating the orgasm. Then there was the second thing I discovered. I really get a huge kick out of seeing how far I can shoot my cum. After a really extended masturbation session it can be huge! I so love to stand and let the cum fly. After I've had a really good solosex orgasm it's really hot to see the streaks of cum all across the floor, or whatever I've shot across. Damn, if it doesn't want me to go at it again just seeing all that! The first time I entered into one of my extended sessions was a few years ago. I had been writing all evening, but for once hadn't actually pulled 'him' out. Instead it wasn't until sometime after midnight that I decided to take care of 'him'. My wife was already in bed asleep so I lay on the couch by my lonesome. Needless to say I had one healthy hard-on waiting for me when I took my shorts off. Not that I thought I was going to be able to resist stroking off a good one, but for once I didn't rush it. I lay back naked and started stroking my hard shaft, letting my mind focus on the delicious feelings spreading over my whole body. In no time I was ready to ejaculate. My body was so tense, my cock was so hard, my balls already tight and my breathing was coming almost in short gasps...the feeling was unbelievably intense! Then I stopped... At first I couldn't believe I was able to stop. But I let my body relax, let my cock relax. After a couple of minutes I resumed touching myself, very gently, until I built up to the point of wanting to cum again...then I stopped again. I looked down at my cock twitching involuntarily and it felt like cum had filled its whole length it was so thick. I was in a new zone as the orgasmic feelings coursed through my whole body. I felt my chest, my arms, my stomach and my legs radiate with intense tingling and all that energy flowed right back to my incredibly hard cock. I began stroking so very lightly and so slow but continuously. My breathing was deep. My mind focused only on my body and the yearning for pure self-gratification. I got to that very edge again...then stopped again. It was then my body had learned to accept the delicious intensity without exploding. I had attained a plateau that was a state of almost perpetual pleasure without going on over the edge. The knowing I could jump off the edge and cum with just a stroke or two was almost as good as doing it by then. There are no good words to describe the feeling at that point except that it's almost like numbness all over but at the same time I feel every little sensation, my skin just tinkles. My slippery throbbing cock is filled with an orgasmic energy that spreads back out through my belly out to the farthest reaches of my head, hands and feet. I only want to continue, to feel this, not stop and not let it be over. Stroke by stroke, there is nothing else. I often lose track of time, not knowing how long I've been going at it. I tease myself in the most intense way imaginable, spending an hour or so even stroking myself achingly close to ejaculation, just a stroke or so away from losing control. Moving back and forth more than half a dozen times in an hour, keeping myself in a highly-excited state is intensely pleasurable. Then I notice by the clock on the nightstand I've been going at it for twice that long, two hours! The majority of that time feels like a full-on mind-blowing orgasm. Finally, by then the pleasure is so intense and the inner urge so strong I decide to let myself go. In a matter of seconds the semen shoots out as if an internal volcano blows. The orgasm is amazing! The first two big shots fly past my head and I actually hear them hit the wooden end table behind me. The next shot hits the throw pillow beside my head and the next hits me on the lower cheek. By the time I'm done there are a number of slivery white streaks up across my body and pools of cum in my belly button and on my chest. I am drenched in semen and have still more oozing down my shaft and hand. Damn! I always ride my orgasms to the very end, gliding along and milking out every last drop of cum. If I've had a particularly long session, I find my cock retains a delightful swollen state for a while, just tingling with pure pleasure. That first night I just laid there catching my breath and enjoyed the buzz you get after an amazing orgasm like that. But it was soon time to wipe the cum off the table and pillow. I had to hit the shower myself, as there was simply too much cum on me to clean up with tissues or even a towel. My wife woke up and came in to ask what was going on. I confessed as to what I'd done and before I knew it she joined me in the shower. She and the shower massager proceeded to make love which produced two or three of the sweetest orgasms I'd ever seen her have solo. What a beautiful sight! Taking another perspective on that latter scene, I have always envied the idea that women could have multiple orgasms. My balls always seem so full of the good stuff and it seems to me I always have an unending supply of it so why couldn't I have them, too? I don't know if that night of mine and my wife's own extended pleasure inspired me but I soon found a technique which has been the greatest sexual discovery of my life. Last winter, when we had more than our share of snowstorms I worked from home for nearly a week and a half. I did actual work during the day along with shoveling snow every couple of hours. But I also spent time working on my erotic writing. Everyday I sat with my laptop and for awhile did true work, but I always found myself slipping back to my erotic story files and typed in a few passages. I think I must have been horny and hard nearly the entire time. I even rubbed myself through my jeans a lot feeling just how hard I was, but surprisingly I didn't jack off once from that first snowy Monday to the next. I still struggle to imagine I actually didn't masturbate for over a week. I don't think I'd ever gone that long since I'd learned to do it all those years ago. As things happened my wife had made it out that weekend to drive to her parents a couple hours away. Come Sunday though it had snowed another ten inches so she stayed and left me home alone. So come Monday morning after getting an early start to shoveling snow, I came back in to warm up and among other things added a bit more to my 'Masturbation Diaries' series. All of the conditions were just right. I had lots of time to myself, it was just before 10:00, the house was quiet and there was nothing in particular on my mind to worry about. It was just a blissfully peaceful morning as I sat back and stroked my poor long ignored cock. Damn if I wasn't hard as hell! Every so often I'd look at the clock and on several occasions it was as if the last ten or fifteen minutes had flown by in an instant. Stroking, massaging, switching hand positions, changing speed...I had the feeling much of the time I was surfing, no not on the internet, but like I was riding the crest of one huge wave of intense arousal after another, backing away and then heading out to another wave as it built...and built...and built...until the break at the shore quickly steered me back to calm waters. And so it went. Time passed, and I was lost in what I could only describe as erotic euphoria. I took another quick look at the clock...it was 12:05! I had enjoyed an uninterrupted edging session of over two hours already and as aroused as I continued to feel, I decided to challenge myself and see how much longer I could masturbate before cumming. I began to slowly tease the head of my cock which was by now slick down its entire length from my pre-cum. I slid my fingers underneath my drooling, swollen crown and teased it. After a few minutes of this I felt an ejaculation seriously starting to build...so I immediately stopped. I sat perfectly still letting the sensation subside. I tried to relax. After the sensation of needing to cum retreated, I began to tease it back again. Again, just as my ejaculation approached I backed off. I was so close to going over the edge right then! I had lost count of how many times I came to that edge, but the warm feeling itself was part of the pleasure. I looked up at the clock again and through my squinting eyes I saw it was 1:35. I had been masturbating for over three and a half hours! I put my hand gently around my throbbing cock and at that point I felt my balls get tight and my cum rising, I started furiously thrusting my hips up to meet each downward stroke of my fist, listening to my balls slap against the fleshy part of my hand. I kept up the rapid pace of my stroking and started doing that common unscrewing motion over my cockhead, flipping my thumb back and forth over the tip and massaging the underside of my penis. I suddenly got close to orgasm sooner than I wanted. I abruptly stopped, but as soon as I took my hands off, I felt the contractions, I feel it coming. I tried to relax all my muscles, but felt it working up through my incredibly hard cock. My thick shaft throbbed a couple times and began to dribble, still clear, still the pre-cum I was so full of. I got ready to stroke my fully swollen cockhead and then my hard cock, but I was already sighing at the sensitivity and pleasure I was feeling. Suddenly a full stream of perfectly clear pre-cum came out of my cock. I watched my thick shaft twitch in full anticipation of cumming. I sat back for a moment letting my hands run up and down my body which now seemed to be somehow more intensified. From within, I felt as if I was having a series of small orgasms as I tingled like a violent electric shock might feel if violent electric shocks felt good. It was like an entire skin-tight suit seemingly covered every inch of my body from the tingling top of my head to the tips of my fingers and toes. I felt sure the lightest touch anywhere would take me beyond any sensation I'd ever felt had before and I'd cum. Well, I was so horny by this time I stood and turned toward the mirror on the wall. As I stared at myself, I thought of all the filthy things my wife and I love to do...that was when everything let go. I hit that crescendo, my skin seriously tingled and my legs shook. The floodgates deep inside me opened up and my cock started to flop all over the place as an orgasmic spasm overtook it. I literally exploded, seeing stars before the first cumshot went about four feet in front of me and splashed violently against the mirror. My cock was still untouched as it pumped and jerked wildly on its own squirting cum all over the wall, the mirror and the carpet. My cock head was so purplish-red and staring up at me as I finally took a deep breath. Looking down at it, it was as if it was begging me to take it to another orgasm so I grabbed my still hard shaft as it gave its last squirts. Stroking itt smoothly I wondered if there was indeed anything left to come out. But I was still hard! I was still truly hard! At fifty-plus I was still hard! In a couple minutes of firm, smooth stroking I felt that imminent orgasm return. I was so lightheaded I just knew I was going to faint and fall over, but...I dropped to my knees and stroked away until that second sweet orgasm did hit. This one was as intense in an all over pleasurable experience even though I didn't ejaculate as much cum. What did come literally flowed in a thin steady stream out of my cock and down over my hand. When I had taken a few more deep breaths and opened my eyes I looked at the mirror, the wall and the carpet again. It was unbelievable how much cum I had in me after all. Yes, it had been a few days and yes I had teased myself beyond anything I had ever done before...but damn! The whole place was a mess! I had obviously built up a serious load of cum. I was pleasantly surprised by the amount a man my age could still produce. I felt exhilarated and exhausted at the same time. Nearly four hours of edging! The session left me so satisfied and delighted. To have achieved this sexual marathon just once in my life, I'll never forget it. So I'm still perpetually horny...but unlike being a frustrated college man, I'm now a mature lover that has found a secret stamina in masturbation that has transformed it extremely pleasurable advantages to making love with my wife. It's also been fantastic to have a spouse who understands my need for solo sex. I have been fortunate she's happily accommodated my almost obsessive interest in masturbation and edging. Although, now and then, she's told me I've been a bit too audible in the early morning hours before work getting a little too carried away! But, she understands my keen enjoyment in masturbating and knows it's not all separate from what she and I enjoy together. So if you enjoy pleasuring yourself, enjoy it to the maximum! And if you have a partner, think about sharing your love of masturbation with one another. Tell each other how you like to get yourself off. Then do it together! Masturbation Diaries: Morning Run To most people I appear shy in public, although friendly and caring. What most people don't know is that hidden behind the quiet exterior is a sex addict. I can't get enough of it! Some days I cannot stop thinking about my cock. Maybe I'm not totally obsessed with it but at least twenty times a day I do think about my cock. I think about what it looks like, what it feels like between my legs, in my briefs or in my boxers. I think about even more how it feels when I get to stroke it. I have been masturbating for most of my life and for as long as I can remember I have been jacking off at least once every day if not more. Now, as a happily married guy for over 28 years I still have to admit to enjoying some of my most intense orgasms solo. I still usually do it a minimum of four or five times a week; on good weeks almost daily. I don't think my wife has any problems with my masturbating, but it's something we've never talked about. Although for several years while the kids were still at home it was difficult to find enough privacy for a good, intense masturbation session, it has always continued to be a wonderful part of my sex life. Nowadays I am able to look forward to those times and plan more on how to have a great time with my cock! Though I've actually never kept a true diary on my masturbatory exploits, I thought I'd reminisce a bit and share just how important masturbation has always been to me... When I first bought them I meant for them to be indoor workout shorts. They were running shorts though, but they were so short and rather revealing. That morning at 5:00 though I put the shorts on. I usually wore briefs under my other more modest running shorts, usually the ones I'd worn to bed the night before. But since I'd slept nude that night I hadn't felt the need to put on a clean pair just to get them all sweaty. I smiled as I passed by the hall mirror and could see the outline of even my soft manhood under them. I set off on my morning run hanging loose underneath my thin blue shorts. It was summer and although it was very early it was still very hot. Because of the heat I took off my t-shirt early in my run more to wipe the sweat out off my face and keep it out of my eyes than anything else. The running paths were pretty empty that early in the morning except for a few seriously committed workout types and on some occasions a couple women getting there early exercise in before the rest of family arose. As I ran along, I started to pass a handful of walkers and other joggers. At one point I turned to see a young woman run by me, dressed in a pair of skimpy running shorts and a stretchy sports bra. I got a good, although quick, glimpse of her nipples through her top. While her breasts weren't too large, they were round and firm. It was then I noticed that my cock was starting to swell slightly as it rubbed back and forth loosely against the soft material. It's amazing how hard it is to concentrate, even on as simple a thing as putting one foot in front of the other, when you get aroused. Watching this woman started to become torture as I would watch her legs flex and the high-cut flap of her shorts catch a breeze and reveal her curvy, taut backside. From the feel of my manhood bouncing around in my shorts by then I knew I would be masturbating in the shower later. As I ran further I tried not to think about it. When I got halfway around my first lap, I found myself half hard already and noticeably wet through the fabric of my shorts. I indeed felt very sexy, but what I didn't realize right away was just how obvious it was to others. I slowed my pace to a jog as another woman came toward me, walking this time. She had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and a gorgeous face. She also had on a white spandex halter top that I could clearly see her nipples just as I had the younger woman earlier. As I got closer I smiled and said "Hi!" out of gentlemanly courtesy. She returned a "Hi!" before she glanced downward. Before we passed one another she looked backed up at me and grinned as her eyes locked with mine. We made eye contact for no more than perhaps a handful of seconds but it was long enough to let me know she'd seen my cock stiffly tenting out my shorts. I laughed at myself and jogged on with longer strides for a bit, trying to forget the erotic feelings. But I couldn't ignore the tingling between my legs and then the warm breeze washing across my nipples. They were hard as stone pebbles and the up and down motion of my cock within my shorts soon had me building a true hard-on. The bouncing around was about all I could stand but the thought of running down the road as exposed as I was turned me on beyond belief and I wanted that feeling to last. Then again I soon knew there would be no hiding my aroused condition at all if someone else came by. That thought actually was even more of a turn on and I found myself running at a faster pace still with my erection bouncing up and down. It was obvious even if I went another couple of miles my cock would not shrink back down on its own. I could already feel a huge wet spot of pre-cum forming. I rounded a curve in the path and jogged to the side toward some bushes. I looked down and saw my hard-on pushing out my blue shorts. It was so obvious I could even see the rim and mushroom flare of my cock head. And sure enough I was leaking all over my shorts. The wet spot was spreading before my eyes. I looked one way down the path and then the other and saw no one in either direction. My hard-on only seemed to continue to grow and throb in my shorts. So, I walked between the tall bushes and out of sight of the paved path and the road just beyond. I had no sooner made my way back there when I pulled up the right leg of my shorts and eased my leaking cock out. I rubbed my hand down it, spreading the wetness down the entire shaft. I then held it loosely and started massaging slowly up and down. I had never done anything like that before while out running, but I had also never felt so aroused outdoors either. As I stood there I grew more and more excited again. I knew I really needed the orgasm. I just pulled my shorts down and as they fell to my ankles I went at it right there behind the bushes. The natural warm breeze around me only added to the wonderful horny feeling that had enveloped me. Since there were high hedges all around this side of the jogging path I knew nobody could see in directly but it was also right next to a main road so there was traffic. Sounds of cars and an occasional runner or walker filtered by, but I actually found myself relishing the feeling I could be caught at any moment. The feeling of full freedom outdoors was purely exhilarating. I was as horny as I'd ever been as I slid my hand down my hard shaft and felt the warm pre-cum ooze out to meet the morning breeze as it washed over the wet head of my penis. I looked down at myself. My nipples were as hard as my cock. I took turns tweaking them as I stroked myself with one hand. The connection between my nipples and my cock was direct; the more I pulled on either of them the harder they all got. I'd played with myself outside before but never to completion, in other words, I'd never actually cum outdoors. But I decided I'd see what happened if I kept going. I half turned around presenting my hard-on to the street, just the bushes between it and any passing car. I could still see out the corner of my eyes, watching for movement to my left or right. I slowly stroked the length of my shaft and closed my eyes engrossed in the ecstasy of the moment. I listened to the sounds of the generous amount of pre-cum squishing between my fingers and my hand slapping my balls on each downward stroke. I switched back and forth between slow and fast stroking in order to keep from cumming, knowing the longer I held off the better the climax would be. It was then I began to think about the woman who had passed me earlier and who had smiled at me after assumedly getting a look at the hard-on in my shorts. I shivered as I thought about what my lovely running partner would be doing if she really was watching me in those bushes. I pictured her already having a hand down her jogging shorts, caressing herself as she watched me. I saw her in my mind pulling down her shorts and stepping out of them. Then she took them and tossed them at me hitting me in the face... At that moment I heard footsteps on the other side of the hedge row. I'd gone too far to stop playing with myself. I could feel my orgasm hitting me. All of a sudden down the jogging path walked that same attractive woman who had smiled at me and my obvious erection. My heart raced as my eyes quickly adjusted downward to view an extremely short pair of grey flannel shorts that fit her like a glove. You could tell she was either not wearing any panties or she had on thongs by the way the seam was tucked all the way up the crack of her ass. What an extreme turn on to know I was standing there with my hard cock in hand as she went by. Looking over my body again, if possible my nipples stood out even harder, the usual reaction just before an orgasm. I could see my stomach muscles tense as my knees bent but did not buckle. Suddenly my whole body shook and I let out a squelched yelp as my orgasm hit me. As I furiously stroked, arcs of cum started jetting out of my cock and thick ropes of cum landed in the bushes before me. I had to hold on to the nearest bush for support as my knees buckled. I wanted to scream out in ecstasy, but I knew I couldn't and let the woman on the other side of the bush or other early morning joggers know what I was doing. As the shakes started to roll over me, I finally I let out a long sigh until all the air had left my lungs and the soft glow of complete relaxation spread through my body. I stood there gasping for about a minute until I felt steady enough to stand on my own. The feeling was one of the most incredible I'd ever experienced. It was also a huge load I'd produced and I was proud of it. It was awesome to see after the morning I had been having. Just to see so much cum shoot out of my cock was fantastic but to see it all over the leaves in front of where I stood and the blobs and streaks of telltale thick, whitish moisture dripping off a few branches was almost another incredible high in itself. I could again feel the heat of the rising morning sun on my body at that point. My entire body was beaded with perspiration from my run and the recent exhilarating solo sexual escapade. The combination of the effort of even the abbreviated run, the hot sun, and the intensely draining orgasm almost made me want to lie down and nap right there. After biting my lip to keep from laughing at what I had just done I made it back into my shorts. I quickly left the shelter of the row of bushes. With my knees weak, I made it a ways down the jogging track with a genuine smile on my face. I walked the last stretch back to the house giving myself plenty of time to ponder the experience of the morning. My wife was there when I walked back in the house. "Did you have a good run?" Mary Ann asked. "I actually did." I grinned far too widely. "It was so quiet. I felt so much like one with nature this morning." Masturbation Diaries: My New Toy Now, as many a man can relate, even with a very receptive spouse you still need a bit of solo time now and then. I have been an avid masturbator for years and during that time I've done it so many ways and tried a variety of home-made masturbation devices. Some worked relatively well, while some were rather ridiculous in hindsight. Then I heard of the Fleshlight. The Fleshlight is basically a masturbation sleeve, a tube intended to recreate the feeling of a vagina made with a special pliable material. The Fleshlight sleeve comes in a plastic canister, shaped like a large flashlight (thus the play on the name...) that holds the generously silky-soft canal. The canal or tube has an opening shaped like a very bare, very pink pussy. The version of the Fleshlight I have is named the 'Stamina Training Unit' or STU for short. As the name implies the STU was developed to help you last longer, presumably when you are with a woman. It is designed to mimic the sensations of actual intercourse with the goal of extending the time and intensity of your sexual session. The STU's intenseness comes from the little rounded nubs that line the interior. They massage and caress the entire length of your shaft as you slide inside. Where the STU really shines is when it's time to finally orgasm. When you are about to cum your cock naturally swells and as it swells the nubs rub and caress your head even more making the experience incredibly more intense. Over time you can train yourself to resist the urge to rush to orgasm. With my STU I've found I can pinpoint exactly when my orgasm is close and adjust my pace or depth of penetration accordingly. Many times though I still find myself just going for it because it can be very hard to hold back. It feels that good! But let me give you a first-hand account of my initial 'Flight' as they call it with Fleshlight... I got my new Fleshlight about three months ago. It wasn't a coincidence my wife was away for a couple of days so I was alone and free to play with it. I hit the sex shop to make my purchase within an hour that afternoon she left! When I finally got it home I was almost shaking I was so horny and totally hard with anticipation. Once I had my STU out of the package I was dying to get in the saddle but I also wanted to be really hard and motivated on my maiden 'Flight'. So I went to Lit and read some incredibly hot masturbation stories while I rubbed for a bit until I was up to full my seven and a half inches. I jumped up out of my desk chair, stripped down the rest of the way and grabbed the little bottle of lube. I squirted some on the fake pink lips and down inside the canal. Then with my hard cock in hand I dribbled some of the clear liquid on my cock head, joining the usual generous amount of pre-cum already there. I slowly stroked some bare handed, enjoying my throbbing cock as I always do. Then with my clean hand I picked up the STU, sat back in my chair and held it over my greased up cock. Just touching the opening of the sleeve was incredibly erotic. It felt like I was playing with a real pussy. The perfectly molded lips and clit made it so very sexy. I was shaking so bad by that time I couldn't hold steady enough to get the pink lips lined up with my hard shaft. I sucked on my lower lip, focused hard and finally I was able to slip the opening halfway over my tip. I was amazed as I watched the pink sleeve stretch and spread, slipping over the very swollen head of my cock. Then slowly, very slowly I watched it slide on down a couple inches more. I truly expected some resistance, like many of my make-shift devices of the past, but instead the STU slid on down and my cock slipped right on into that fake pussy smooth as silk. I put my head back and sighed as the sleeve engulfed my cock. The feeling was sensational! I immediately felt the smooth pillow-like texture of the many little nubs massaging my penis. The inner canal with those rounded bumps felt so good. It was better than either of my hands had ever felt. I slid in until the soft lips of the artificial pussy pressed down into my pubes and my entire shaft was encased in the pinkness. I held it there for a moment, looking at the gold flashlight-shaped case in my hand then further down to where I saw those pretty pink fake pussy lips peaking at through my dark pubic curls. The sleeve was wrapped so tightly around what was throbbing and quivering inside. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the pleasure was all encompassing. Nothing else existed outside my happy cock and the tingles radiating throughout the rest of my body. With my eyes closed I heard myself moan aloud. After another moment of pause, I took a long deep breath and started to slide the sleeve slowly up and down. The sensations were nearly indescribable! The sleeve was so tight around my cock that literally every inch of my skin was being stimulated at the same time. The warmth, the wetness, the feel of softness surrounding my cock like I'd never felt before without a woman. It felt amazing! I couldn't believe it. My hand had never pleased me this well and it had had nearly forty years of practice. The STU had an especially profound effect on the head of my cock so much so I knew it wasn't going to be very long before I was blowing my load. All I could utter was... "Damn, yes!" As I mentioned, the STU bumps rub you on the way in, but the ridges really grab your penis on the way out. It's almost like little fingers tickling your penis in an unbelievably intense way. As I got closer to the point of no return, my cock naturally expanded and texture truly magnified the intensity. I started stroking it up and down, faster and faster. Soon I could feel my cock swell to its very fullest inside the 'pussy' and my balls seriously tightened up. I finally buried myself in as far as I could go and just held myself there. My body stretched out until I was prone in my chair, only my shoulders and the back of my thighs in contact with the leather. I couldn't move as the feeling of my impending climax was as intense as I'd ever felt. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I jettisoned the first of my cum. My cock pumped hot cum inside my virgin Fleshlight again and again. I shot so much man-cum it started oozing out the opening and all down over my balls, just like what happens when my wife rides me cowgirl-style and cum drips from her hot pussy. Damn it was intense! It was such an amazing orgasm. I stood up with the bottom of the Fleshlight pointing down and slid my cock out, so as not to lose any of my load from within. Then when I could stand without wobbling, I tipped it over onto the desk. Such a big load spilled out I couldn't believe it! That whole first experience had lasted no more than fifteen minutes, but it left me completely sated in a way my hand could only dream of. While no match for making love to my wife, my first experience with my Fleshlight made me an instant convert. I used the STU two more times over the course of that evening and night, with each session being just as good as the one before. Over the next few weeks I discovered the orgasms with my STU were absolutely in another league from jerking off with my hands. I also found that right before I'm about to climax I got that same exact excited pleasure I get when I'm about to cum inside my wife. Only with the STU it's like being able to have sex with my younger, tighter, but just as beautiful wife over and over and over again. I still remember that initial feeling of inserting my penis in the Fleshlight and how wonderful it was, so much so I literally had a flashback to when I had been with my wife for the first time. That feeling of entering her tight, virgin pussy came rushing back. Cumming in the Fleshlight is as close to making love with a woman as I think you can get. It's natural to want to cum inside it, instead of taking it out just as the shooting starts, which most of my home contraptions had been like. I just have to cum in my STU! And although sensitivity has always been an issue with me when I cum, I learned to just keep slamming away when cumming in this thing, so much so I have had orgasms so powerful I've nearly passed out. The STU gives one of the most intense orgasms I have ever felt outside of a real pussy. I've been masturbating with it regularly ever since I got it, and have enjoyed some amazing sessions. I only wish I had bought the thing ten years ago! Another thing about masturbating for me is that most times in the past I'd want to see myself cumming; to see the amount of my cum, the distance I could shoot it and for the sheer eroticism of seeing my cum all over me and everything else. But with my new Fleshlight I became sold on delivering my full load inside the warm, pliable, extremely satisfying sleeve. That is except for one night last week... I was home alone again, writing an erotic story for Lit and casually jacking off with my Fleshlight. I looked at the clock at one point and realized I'd been going at it for over an hour and a half. I wrote another paragraph or two and then decided to shut off the computer and go up to finish myself off in bed. I propped up some pillows and lay down. I cupped my balls, massaging and squeezing them as my cock quickly grew back to its full hardness. I then lubed up both my cock and the STU and lowered the 'head' down to let it 'lick' the tip of my cock. Then I rubbed the lips around the entire head, painting it a shiny clear coat of lube and my pre-cum... ...then as I looked into my wife's beautiful green eyes she slipped 'her' soft, warm lips around the head of my cock. She slowly sucked it into 'her' mouth and then deep-throated my entire seven-plus inches until I felt the tip against the back of 'her' throat. She slowly slid 'her' mouth back up my cock until just the head was lingering between her wet lips. I pushed my hips upward towards 'her' mouth and she took me in again, swallowing my whole shaft once more... I did this for a few more pleasurable minutes, fantasizing my wife was making love to my cock, which heightened my excitement, before I slipped the 'mouth' from my cock and gripped the stiff slick shaft in my hand. I reached over beside me for the clear plastic bottle and held my cock straight up with one hand while I flipped open the cap. I held it above my swollen cock head and squeezed out another generous amount of lubricant. The lube was initially cool on the tip, but it warmed as it spread down over my tall shaft. I swirled the liquid around the head with my palm which made me jut my hips up off the bed. I squeezed out a little more lube and spread it up and down my entire cock, before I turned the bottle over the mouth of the Fleshlight and let an extra generous amount stream down through the pink opening. I drizzled still more around the lips before flipping the cap closed and tossing bottle back on the bed. I eagerly, but patiently pointed the sleeve down over my cock, placing the sweet pink lips against my well-oiled tip... ...the head of my cock pressed harder against 'her' pussy and I could see and feel 'her' labia yield under the girth of my thick cock. I thrust forward into 'her' pussy dripping with 'her' juices. I could feel it dripping down over my balls. She slid up and down my cock in slow, deliberate motions. She sped up slightly as she felt my arousal increasing. Watching my cock sliding in and out of 'her' delicious pinkness I swore I could feel 'her' pussy getting hotter and wetter by the second... As I felt my balls get tight and my cum rising, I started furiously doing my Fleshlight, thrusting my hips up to meet each downward stroke and listening to my balls slap against the fleshy material. I stroked faster and faster, twitching and moaning there on the king-sized bed. I instinctively thrust and thrust with incredible fervor until my cock just couldn't take it anymore. Then for the first time since I'd had my STU I withdrew from the tight but slippery fake pussy. Now I usually shoot a decent-sized load anyway but the end-result of this orgasm was absolutely amazing. The first two big shots flew past my head and I heard them hit the headboard behind me. Two other shots hit the pillow beside my ear and another shot hit me on the lower cheek. I couldn't count the remaining ones, but when I'd finished, I saw I had drenched my chest and stomach in cum and more oozed down my shaft. I just lay there for several moments catching my breath while enjoying that buzz I get after an amazing orgasm! I laid the STU on the bed next to me; nothing remained on it as the mess was all over me and the bed. Finally, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a wad of tissues, then proceeded to wipe the cum off the headboard and pillows. But I had to hit the shower next as there was simply too much jizz all over me to clean up with flimsy tissue. Making the short walk to the bathroom and the tub, I had the hugest grin. I cleaned off me and the Fleshlight. Having taken my toy back to bed with me, I got off on the 'pink pussy' once more in the middle of the night. My Fleshlight STU has turned out to be the next best thing to being with and inside my wife. As I jack off on a regular basis, I've found it's an extraordinarily amazing way to get off solo. Believe me, a combination of a Fleshlight and an hour or two of dedicated edging can easily lead to one of the best orgasms of your life! And so it was just the night before last when I had the urge to edge myself into another incredible orgasm with my toy. While I would have liked nothing more than to spend hours edging my way to another earth shattering orgasm I simply didn't have the time. My wife was only out with her friends for a couple of hours. So I went to Lit to get inspired before heading upstairs to have a quickie with my STU in bed. And so I did...but in bed after almost an hour I became aware of movement at the bedroom door. When I looked up I was transfixed staring at my wife leaning against the doorframe, her arms folded across her chest. My hand didn't move and the Fleshlight hung to just the head of my cock. I stared into her eyes fearing what may happen next. Only she had no discernible expression on her face, not at first, until she seemed to grow a smile across her mouth. I was about to say something, when she put a finger to her lips ad making a 'shhh' sound. She looked me in the eyes and then down to my cock. Then I watched as she silently blew me a kiss, she smiled more broadly and said, "You are a very naughty boy." "You caught me," I stated the obvious. Staring down at my at my hard cock, which was still extended straight up just barely inside the STU, she added, "I didn't want give up my voyeuristic vantage point or I would have said something sooner." She took a few steps into the room closer to our bed and me. "I don't know why but that is the hottest thing I've seen in a while." It took me a moment to comprehend what she was saying, but I realized she wasn't pissed or showing any signs of even being perturbed with me. In fact, the smile on her face seemed to portend totally the opposite reaction. "When I first looked in here I'll admit I was shocked, but I made the split second decision to be just a watcher and let you enjoy yourself." Okay, in the last couple of weeks I had started thinking of ways to bring up my Fleshlight with my wife. Honesty has always been strong between us. For me, I had needed the right moment. In this case, she had found the moment accidentally. I felt a renewed wave of relief wash over me and a tingling in my still mostly hard cock as I held the Fleshlight on it. I stroked slowly sliding it back down my shaft and watched as my wife's eyes lowered with it. "That is so hot," she said softly, "Is it okay if I sit on the bed and watch?" "Uh, sure." What else could I say? My wife walked around and seated herself on the very edge of our bed, her hands resting in her lap as I slid my STU up and down slowly. I looked back into her eyes, waiting for her reaction to change for some reason. "So this doesn't bother you, me doing myself like this?" "Why should it? It's not like I don't know you masturbate when I'm not around. You know I do it, too, mostly in the shower of course, with my trusty shower massager." The whole time she spoke her eyes never left the Fleshlight in my hand, her eyes moving up and down with its smooth movement. But with her last statement I saw this different grin come over her face and her arm move. I glanced down and noticed her hand was pressed down on her skirt as her legs had spread some. "I guess we do have an 'open marriage' in a sense when it comes to our solo sex pursuits. Not like I'm cheating on you with another woman with this." I paused my stroking and leaned the Fleshlight in her direction. This time her eyes raised and met mine. "I don't know about that, but it could sure add a new dimension to our play time." She leaned in closer and gave me a peck on the cheek, then her hand came up to mine on the STU. "Besides, it brings you something new for when I'm not around or not in the mood. Then again I guess I just met our partner in that threesome fantasy you've always had." She chuckled and then I watched as she slid a finger between my cock and the almost realistic pink labia. My cock surged inside the tight canal as the fake pussy lips flexed just enough to allow her to slide her finger all the way up alongside my hard shaft. The feeling of her finger touching my cock was incredible enough, but the sight of her long slender finger up inside that 'pussy' with it, was almost too much to comprehend. My mind was all over the fantasy of her, me and, well... Now neither of us had ever strayed outside our marriage of over thirty years. Although I had been intrigued by the notion of sharing our relationship with another, or two, the opportunity never presented itself in all those years. But the uncertainty of the possibility with the teasing we shared about it all kept the fantasy around. But fantasy or not that night, I was so aroused by then I thought my cock was going to shoot up and out the other end of that pink sleeve! I naturally began to stroke up and down again, but before I could get even a couple good strokes in my wife put her hand on mine. "Let me," she said taking hold of the Fleshlight and moving my hands away. "You know, I may act like a guilty school girl on the outside," she paused to lick her lips, "but there is a searing hot wetness emanating from my grown woman vulva right now." The reference to her female anatomy had me glance downward and I found her skirt was pulled well up her thighs and her other hand had disappeared underneath. When I looked back into her face she seemed extremely self-conscious as my eyebrows slightly raised at her comment and her actions. But I was brought back in the moment when I felt the STU abruptly shoved back down the length of my hard shaft and the soft fake lips smashed hard into my pubes. My hands slapped to my sides on the sheet. My head fell back and a grunting groan came from my mouth. I could not believe how arousing it was with her on the bed next to me as she stroked my well-lubed cock with the Fleshlight. I literally felt it was the closest I would come to making love to someone else along with my wife...and that was so all right with me and so it surely seemed with her right then! As she started to pick up the pace I realized the lube I had applied earlier had begun to wear off. I reached over and picked up the little clear bottle to apply some more. "Wait!" My wife called out. "What?" "I might have something better than that artificial stuff," she said this as she removed the STU from my cock and leaned forward, opening her mouth wide. I watched totally amazed as her red lips descended over my rock hard shaft. I could feel her drooling on me immediately, but the next thing I know she was coating my entire cock with her very warm saliva. The warmth, the wetness and the pure eroticism of what she was doing overwhelmed me. Again it was amazing I didn't just pop off in an instant (...the STU had really done its job already!)! Masturbation Diaries: My New Toy She pulled back and used her tongue to slowly swirl around the head. Looking me in the eye, she stroked my cock in a twisting motion once more then opened her mouth and pressed her tongue flat against the underside of the engorged crown, licking up and down slowly. Before she left my manhood she literally drooled all over my shaft. She finally sat back lightly running her fingers up my shaft, smearing her spit all over the top. "I think you're ready again." With that she reached over and grabbed the Fleshlight. Holding me firmly in her right hand she held the toy in her left pointing the fake pussy lips at my cock head and began to ease it over me. The labia parted wide to take me back in. The initial cooler texture of the Fleshlight contrasted with my wife's hot mouth and saliva. But soon enough after a couple of long smooth strokes it was warm again. "Oh yeah," I groaned. "I think that does work even better...oh...man...yes!" I stared at the device in her hand as she slowly began to jack my cock. She stroked me with my Fleshlight and I looked up to see that lusty gleam in her eye I was all too familiar with. She was indeed getting off on this whole new experience. In fact, when I looked downward again I found her skirt was pulled up to her waist and her fingers were rubbing earnestly over her panties that by then were wet enough to stain most of the crotch. I gripped the sheets with my fists and humped my hips upward into the pink sleeve as she masturbated me. The heat spread throughout my body and I was embraced by it. I felt a totally primal urge as I sank deeper into 'her'. It was indeed her I felt I was driving my cock into. I stared at her face and imagined all those many times I'd made love to her and how badly I wanted to make her feel my whole cock, my whole manly self, buried hard and deep with her wet, hot pussy, but didn't want to hurt her. Now though I could thrust up into the STU with complete abandon and she reciprocated by shoving the sleeve down just as hard. I groaned and she moaned. I looked down again and found she had shoved the edge of her panties aside and had two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She was doing herself as fast as she was doing me, even as she picked up the pace with the masturbation sleeve. Watching that whole scene coupled with listening to my lover's heavy breathing and quiet moaning was all too much and I grunted out loud, "I'm gonna cum!" She looked directly into my eyes which only spurred me to plow my cock in and out of 'her' at an increasingly furious pace. "That's it baby, drive it into me." She called out in a husky voice. "Do it harder. You want to cum sooo bad, don't you?" "Yes! Yes!" I humped up into the STU and felt like I was going to drive it right out of her hand. I pumped up so hard and fast, my breath came in deep gasps. My wife's eyes looked down again and I followed them to where I saw her two fingers were shoved deep into her wet pussy and her thumb was doing a tap dance of sorts on her exposed clit. I could tell she was craving her own orgasm. I watched alternately her clit being attacked and then rubbed in quick, shallow circles as I also watched myself slam up into the 'pussy' she was holding. We were making love together and alone all at the same moment. The erotic thoughts and extreme sensations that passed through my brain and over my body finally could not be contained. "I'm cumming, I'm...ohhhh, yessss..." I let out a loud and extended groan as my whole body erupted in orgasm. I could feel my shaft pumping and throbbing in the tight sleeve as my cock loosed stream after stream of hot, thick cum. I opened my eyes long enough to see my wife had hers screwed shut, having gone to that place where a 'wave of bliss', as she calls it, so obviously washed over her. It was if I could feel the heat radiating upward from her wet pussy flooding her body and bursting with a sweet release. She took a deep breath but still held the Fleshlight in her other hand as I slammed my pelvis up toward it. Finally, just when I thought it would blissfully go on forever, a last spasm ran up through my cock and the last of my thick cum spewed out. My body convulsed and shivered before I fell back onto the bed, gasping for breath. I heard my lover let out a long held breath of her own and when I looked up this time our eyes met. Hers were as glassy and dreamy as I'd ever seen. But there was also that wonderful blissful smile across her lips, the one she gets when she has had a particularly satisfying climax. She slowly removed the sleeve from my cock, sliding it up and off. My still mostly hard shaft landed on my stomach with a soft slap. As I sat up my lube, saliva and cum slick penis had a silvery string drooling from the end still connected to the Fleshlight. My lover reached out and caught it, wrapping her hand around my shaft as she did. She leaned down and covered my cock with her mouth again. This time she took her time licking me clean. I bucked involuntarily as she tongued my over-sensitive cock head. She laughed around my cock knowing what she was doing to me. I then lay there panting as I watched her finally sit back on the bed and lick the remnants of my cum from her lips. She smiled rolled over onto my body sliding up over me. I could feel her big, hard nipples pressing into my chest like rounded pebbles even through her blouse. She was still fully aroused! As she got fully on top of me I wrapped one arm around her and held her tight, while I reached up to brush back her damp bangs with my other hand. Looking into her peaceful green eyes I simply said, "I love you so much, dear." "I know and I love you too." She cupped my cheek in her warm moist palm. We kissed for only a brief moment before she broke free form my embrace and squirmed her body on up until she was practically straddling my face. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist again, only this time I noticed her panties were gone. She looked down at me, "You want another treat?" She asked as she shimmied up further until her very wet, very kinked pubes smashed against my face. "Here's what you really want I hope, dear." She moaned as I kissed her pussy lips through the dark curls before slipping my tongue on up between them. She hummed above me and we both knew what was going to happen next. It was her turn. Just so you know, I know my Fleshlight will never be a replacement for the real deal, but damn it's been a great supplement! I had always dreamed of being that young stud my wife first married, lasting until she'd beg me to climax inside her after she had exhausted all the orgasms she could handle. My STU has become the way back. For her, she's found that it indeed has increased my stamina. Once she saw how long I could last again and she was able to get in a couple more orgasms she loved my penis anew and now considers me a middle-aged sexual superhero! Life is soooo good! Masturbation Diaries: Office View Rita Goodlow worked in the strategic plans department upstairs. For the last couple of weeks we had been on a team working a new project for our firm. She and I had always been very professional with one another from the first day although our office relationship soon became very friendly and okay, I admit I began a little mild flirting. She seemed to love the attention though. It was all harmless fun. But I'd be lying through my teeth if I said she wasn't sexually attractive to me. She never did anything that could be labeled as truly seductive and she didn't seem to be intentionally trying to arouse me. Only she was, she aroused me everyday. Okay, calming down a moment...as I said, recently I have been on a project that has called for a series of joint meetings with the other departments which has meant many more contacts and conversations with Rita. After the first everything was normal, all work and friendly banter. But after a little over a week of seeing her everyday, something changed in the way I looked at her. I had noticed before that she dressed very nicely, nothing overly provocative, just professional and nice. Of course, from the figure I could discern in those clothes, it would be hard to disguise how sexy she was unless she wore a cardboard box. Even then I'm not so sure she wouldn't make that sexy as all get out. For some reason as the days of the second week on the project went by I swore her voice started sounding more sexy and every little thing she did seemed to trigger some sort of sexual innuendo within my brain. The more we spent time together the more the subtle innuendoes seemed to become real to me. Now you have to understand, we were almost never left alone in an office or conference room, it was truly a team project. I guess a lot of guys wouldn't have thought twice about it, but things like this just didn't happen to me. She was gorgeous, but she was also a coworker. I knew all this had to be a product of me always having sex on the brain. It's not like women go around flashing me at the office or anything. And Rita wasn't, but I have been flashed purposely or not from women. Sometimes it's been pretty subtle and I'm sure not meant to be a flash. Like a woman wearing a fairly loose low cut blouse and then leaning over to talk to me. She may not be interested in making sure I get a good look down her front but it happens. And I seem to manage to make sure I fantasize that she does even if she doesn't. I had been working on a couple of erotic stories in the last several days, but none of them had to do with an office tryst. All I knew was I was getting turned on constantly and found myself being very self-conscious around Rita and trying to be very careful about what I said or did around her. Then yesterday Rita walks in wearing a silky, button-down blouse with the neckline open low enough to show off more than a hint of her gorgeous cleavage. Her bra must have been as sheer as the blouse as I could make out the contours of the rest of her breasts and even her nipples through them both. To top that off, or should I say bottom that off, she wore a very short skirt. A lot of bare leg flashed just from her walking down the hall. As she walked by she smiled and waved. "Hi Don." "Hi Rita. Looking lovely as usual today." She grinned. Rita, as always, wore little or no makeup. Even beyond the hot outfit she looked even sexier than usual, which was saying a lot. Despite my intent to not take her sexiness too seriously, I couldn't help but give her some of my sexual attention. For a moment my mind drifted off into a fantasy of her slowly stripping for me as I watched from my vantage point standing at the receptionist's counter. I thought back to what life was like when I was her age, and I had to admit to myself I was way too shy and nervous around women to ever have stood a chance with someone like her back then. I sighed and forced myself to stop thinking so deep and just enjoy her absently flirting with that sexy body while I had the chance. And I was getting more than ample opportunity for that right then, as she slightly bent over the copying machine. That incredibly round, tight ass of hers! At that very moment, watching her at the copier, I was totally aroused. But I wasn't going to go up and tell her it was her cute backside that had just given me a hard-on. I lowered the file folder I had in my hand and headed back to my own office. Luckily or not the boss came in right after I sat down and the whole mood changed. The sight of Rita's taut backside became a fleeting memory. After lunch we had another one of our joint department meetings. Being it was soon after lunch, I knew by experience it was going to be difficult to stay awake. Sitting in a stuffy conference room with a dozen other people as someone droned on up front was not conducive to a great time for me. Anyway, I obligatorily got to the conference room a few minutes early and took a chair at one end of the long table. Not long after I took my seat a few others came into the room and spaced themselves out in the several swivel chairs. Rita came in a moment later. That extra short skirt was the first thing I noticed. It really was short! She traipsed into the room in her high heels and under that tight white blouse her breasts bounced just enough to be oh so noticeable. Rita had never looked hotter! Much to my pleasure she sat down at the end of the conference table beside me. After getting her note pad and papers in order she pushed her chair back away from the table a little and swiveled toward me. "You ready for this long afternoon?" she asked. "I suppose. I just hope I don't fall asleep." "Make a deal with you, I'll bump you if you nod off, if you'll do the same for me." Rita said with a grin and a wink. There obviously wasn't anything sexual about her comment, but her naturally sultry voice combined with her sexy outfit and then the wink just made for a tinge of eroticism I could not ignore. Rita made me have those thoughts I knew I shouldn't have, especially if I was going to be sitting so close to her for the next three hours or so. My wandering mind was reeled in by the entrance of our boss. Everyone settled in their seats and he got started. Several minutes into the brief I turned to see if Rita was any more interested in the presentation than I was. She had rested her chin in the palm of her hand and was actually watching rather intently, seeming to be absorbed in what the boss was saying. She still had her chair turned toward me but had leaned back now. I glanced downward and realized I had a pretty good view of her long shapely legs. My mind went into overdrive and found myself hoping she would part her legs a little. I was sure as short as that skirt was I would have gotten my first ever panty shot at work! As I grinned and turned my attention back to the boss my mind stuck on the thought of Rita's panties and as to what color they might be. I grinned broadly and then bit down on my pen as I watched the next couple of slides flash across the screen up front. It was a few minutes later when I sensed Rita shift in her chair. I no sooner looked back and my eyes found her legs, as well as her thighs had moved apart some. I nonchalantly scratched my head, leaning it down just a little more as if looking at the notepad in front of me. But averting my eyes I looked her way. Although I couldn't see that far up her legs the fantasy of seeing a nice pair of silky panties flashed across my mind's eye. But when she swiveled in her chair just a little more, I did come to realize something else...she wasn't wearing pantyhose. Instead I saw she had on thigh-high stockings, with garters and all. I was getting a pretty good view of it all! I blinked twice I know before I turned my attention back to the discussion at the head of the table. I also gradually glanced around to see if anyone had caught me in my peeping. I didn't have to worry as everyone else but me seemed to be engrossed in the boss's brief. Such dedicated employees. I went back to paying attention myself for probably the next ten minutes, but then I caught Rita shifting in her seat again. I so wanted to turn and stare right back down again, but held back a moment until I could more subtly take a peek out of the corner of my eye. My first glance at her face confirmed she was still attentive to the discussion up front. I slightly adjusted in my own chair and turned my head just a little more until I was able to look down at her lap. The view had improved alright, the skirt had moved up enough so I could see past the tops of her stockings...I could also see the front edge of her underwear! I closed my eyes and opened them again. The sight was just before me. I could see the smooth white material of what looked like satin panties. I grinned inside, and out I'm sure, with the novel thought I could confirm now she did have panties on. I actually felt a little twinge of disappointment at that though, but when I realized I had a bit of a hard-on going seeing the slight image of her silvery white panties I knew I was being flashed, intentionally or not! I didn't really want to, but for the sake of my job and the need to calm the raging monster in my dress slacks, I turned my head back up front in an attempt to pay attention to what was going on in the meeting. I'm almost sorry to say it didn't work though. Instead, all I could think of was Rita's underwear and that I had actually answered the question I posed earlier this morning...'I wonder what color panties she is wearing?' I didn't have to guess anymore. I found myself glancing from the discussion at the head of the table and back to Rita, or more rightly Rita's lap. I soon had an erection that was killing me! I also had no idea what was going on in this meeting, but at the moment didn't really care. I couldn't pay attention to it now as I had to sneak another glance at my sexy coworker's crotch. If the last look hadn't been erotic enough, her legs were spread wider now and her hand was resting on her thigh. One of the conference room can lights shone nearly right down on the visible portion of her panties now. I was so enthralled at that very moment that I think I would have fallen to my knees and buried my face between her legs if she had asked me to. However, I'm sure getting caught pulling the panties off a coworker with my teeth would probably get me fired on the spot. "Rita, what do you think of the proposal?" I barely registered the boss's voice but was still in an erotically charged trance until as cool as you please my coworker sat up in her chair to provide an answer. "George, I'd say that gives us the flexibility we've been looking for with our client." Rita answered. Then for the next few minutes she joined a discussion that left her leaning up into the table and dissolving the naughty view she had shared with me. Well, that was probably the end of the sexy sights I thought as she further adjusted her skirt. I waited impatiently for her to sit back again so I could steal one more look at her lap and least those sexy stocking covered things, but it was not to be. An hour or so later and the meeting was over. Although I really couldn't say for sure what all was discussed in the real meeting, my meeting with Rita's underwear was surely a highlight of the day. But damn if I didn't still have somewhat of a hard-on with her sitting next to me! Rita stood and straightened her skirt. "That wasn't that bad. Didn't go the full three hours we thought it might. "No, I guess you're right." But as I sat there and she stood no more than two feet in front of me, her short skirt nearly in my face, I thought to myself... 'Yes, but I would have enjoyed a lot longer view of your sexy panties though'. Rita passed by me toward the door. I got ready to stand when I felt a nudge into my thigh by the hard-on I still had going on in my slacks. "Uh, I'll be right out. I uh, just thought of something and need to write it down before I forget it." I settled back into the conference room chair with a bit of a wince as my manhood bent in a way it really shouldn't. "Uh, why don't you go on ahead and I'll catch up with you later." "Okay, but you be sure to stop by and see me. I want to make sure we are in sync going forward with this latest proposal." Rita said and then turned toward the door. I couldn't help but fix my stare on her cute sashaying bottom as she walked away. Inevitably my cock surged and the additional swelling resulted in another wince and groan. But it was all worth it! Everyone had already filed out of the room by the time I tried to stand once again. My condition still had not fully subsided, but I got up anyway, adjusted myself in my boxers and as I made my way to the conference room door. I tried to stand up tall and act as if nothing had happened, but finally realized a good strategically placed notepad would do to cover the possibility of embarrassment with the rest of the staff. All I could think about as I walked back to my office was Rita back in her office playing with herself in those sexy panties. I'm sure she wasn't an intentional exhibitionist but I had enjoyed every second of it anyway. That was an amazingly gorgeous sight and I still had that picture vividly ingrained in my memory. When I was finally in my office, I closed my door and realized I was horny as hell with a hard-on that wouldn't go away. I was so horny that I knew I just had to get off. It was an insane idea, but I finally gave in and unzipped my pants and let my cock out. I started to take care of my problem when all of a sudden the phone rang. I almost pulled my manhood off I tugged so hard at the shocking interruption. But I took a breath and leaned up across my desk. "Hello." I said picking up the phone with my other hand. "It's me. So you really think it was one helluva a meeting huh?" It was Rita. "It was pretty dull to me. But seemed like you got into what the boss had to say." "I guess I was interested." I wanted to say...'I was interested, but not in the meeting, but I sure loved your nice pretty white satin panties and those sexy stockings. And, by the way I'm sitting with my hand on my totally hard cock for you!' "I thought I'd have time to get back with you, but I have another client on hold and it may take awhile. We can get together in the morning. No use you hanging around for me." Her sweet voice came over the phone line and all I could do was fantasize that her hand had gone to her lap. She had hiked her skirt up and now her panties were gone! She was showing me her bush ever so clearly with her fingers fluffing it up! "Uh, okay, I won't wait on you then." I did my best not to sound as if I was overheated in lust, but damn it took every ounce of strength to do so. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then, bye." With that the sweet sexy voice faded away. But I kept the receiver to my ear even after I heard the click of the line, as I started to stroke faster getting so into the show Rita unknowingly was putting on for me in my head. I saw her take a finger and very cutely crook it enough to slide it up her fur covered slit. She slowly moved it up and down until her pink wetness was exposed and then she took two fingers and spread her pussy lips so wide I could see the inner lips and her erect clit peaking out of its hood at the top. There this gorgeous woman was sitting at her desk like a good professional working woman only she just happened to have her legs as far apart as she could get them while she slipped a finger into herself and then slid that nice wet finger up to her clit and rub it. As I pumped my cock with my big fist I 'watched' Rita inserted another finger into herself and slowly pumped it in and out. I wrapped my left hand tighter around my cock and began to stroke up and down its length for all I was worth as I remotely heard the 'beep-beep-beep' of the broken line in my ear. But I was not going to stop even long enough to replace the phone, for by then I pictured Rita's luscious mouth and tongue running back and forth on the sensitive underside of my erect shaft. She was sucking hard and running it in and out of her mouth as fast as she could. My other hand was now her mouth and damn was it good! I was stroking it pretty fast now, too. The head was all swollen. I knew I couldn't last long and this could get messy. Fortunately I keep a box of tissues on my desk. I couldn't hold off any longer and felt my orgasm start. It was going to be a strong one. I could feel my cum rising up from my balls and shoot up the length of my shaft and finally up into her eager sucking mouth. My whole body shuddered and my knees got weak as I pumped load after load of my cum into her mouth. I remained quiet for the rest of my orgasm, which was just as well as there were voices outside my door about then. When I was finally done I let go of my balls and let my now partly limp cock slide through my hand and opened my eyes. There was cum all over the top of desk and dripping down the drawer front. I hadn't had an orgasm like that while masturbating in a very long time. Then the panic set in...What if my boss had come in right then and wanted to have me go somewhere with him? It would have been just a little embarrassing to stand up with my cock hanging out let alone having cum splattered everywhere for him to see. I replaced the receiver and then put my limp cock back in my pants. As I zipped up there was a knock at my door. "Don you still here?" I frantically grabbed a few tissues and tried to wipe up the mess. The door wasn't locked so I was sure she would come walking in any second. I can only assume she must have noticed the lights were out in my office and she thought she had missed me. Sure enough, I heard her heels clap away back down the hall. I finished tidying up and decided it was indeed late and I wasn't going to get much else done. I got to the door and something told me to wait and listen a minute. When I could hear nothing outside I opened the door and stepped out. I walked down the hall and headed for the front door. "Oh, hi Don." I heard a voice behind me. I turned and saw Rita. "I thought you had left for the day. I just went and got the key to your office from the secretary. I was going to drop this bundle off in your office. These are all the reports and other things you asked for yesterday. I finally got them all together." She walked to me, those long legs striding in a sexy swish under that sexy gray skirt. "Oh thanks." I said taking the thick file folder as she stood in front of me. "I was, uh, in the men's room when you came by I guess." I lied well I thought. "Okay. I'll just return the key to your office, then." She dangled it on one finger in front of my face. "You have a good night. See you in the morning." She pivoted on her high heel and now I got a rear view of the legs, the strong calves, and my oh my, the sexiest backside there ever was! After she was out of sight I breathed a sigh of relief. That was really close! If she had tried the knob on my office door she'd have found me there. If she had done that five minutes earlier she may have witnessed the mighty cum shower her sexy vision had produced. Damn! But the thing was at least I didn't get caught, that's what counted. The other thing was I had a damn good hard-on going again...Rita you are so inspiring! Masturbation Diaries: Open Upskirt I love golf. And by now you know I really love masturbating. This weekend I combined the two for one hell of a thrill! I've played golf for years and my love of the game led me to volunteering for a professional tournament or two that has come into the area. This year I was lucky enough to get on the U.S. Open volunteer staff. To say it was an event of a lifetime would be an understatement, what with being able to stand next to the likes of Jim Furyk, Lee Westwood, Bubba Watson and Sergio Garcia, then to have a short chat with my favorite golfer, 'Lefty' Phil Mickelson! My week had been made in those experiences alone. Over the weekend though another perk of the 'job' made itself very evident. In my position as a golf hole marshal I was presented with the view of some of the sexiest women I'd ever been privileged to see. It was not a tremendously hot week for golf, but it was warm and somewhat humid especially on the weekend. So the golf crowd dressed accordingly. Only I was not prepared for the distraction of so many beautiful women dressed so scantily in very tight shorts and golf shirts or even shorter skirts and revealing tops. Many more times than I could ever count my view of the crowd was blinded by the glimpsing of a pair of especially sexy tanned bare thighs or the very generous display of a full pair of pushed up breasts. Before I go any further I guess I should describe what my volunteer duties entailed so as to give you a better perspective on what and why I was able to view what I did and ultimately where that led me to one of the most thrilling and satisfying masturbation sessions I've ever experienced. As a marshal most of my job was to stand along a rope line that stretched across the length of a golf hole, in the rough (the taller cut of grass) several feet out from the fairway (the shorter cut of grass). The fairway is where most of the play takes place (except when a golfer hits an errant shot). So my job was to face the crowd and maintain order especially when the golfers were close by and ready to hit. So much of the time I'd just look into the groups of gathered fans, raise my hands, and utter 'Quiet Please!' The repetition of the act got a bit boring after the first couple of days, but again, being up close and personal with the golfers made it mostly worthwhile. But what really allowed me to get through my volunteer shift was playing a game of my own. Each time I'd turn to quiet the crowd I learned to scan those gathered near me to pick out the prettiest woman within my sights. Many a time I didn't catch view of a single female as the groups going by was mostly men. It was often enough though I'd catch sight of that one special lovely woman that would make my moment. From the number of luscious long legs extending from the shortest of short shorts or extremely short skirt to the nearly bared, tanned bosoms and deep cleavage (some even with big plump nipples on display) it kept my day filled with visual stimulation. On more than one of the nights by the time I got in my car after the long day I'd have my khaki shorts pulled down in the driver's seat and have a good jerk. But that wasn't the 'BIG' thrill of the week! None of those women and their assets under my lecherous peeks all week compared to the one I got Sunday afternoon. Here it was the final afternoon of the U.S. Open, one of the biggest golf tournaments ever. My heart was pumping from the get go as I was posted on the fairway of the 18th and final hole where the best of the best golfers in the world would pass to finish their week and some of them fulfill their dreams of a lifetime. In the case of one young man, Rory McIlroy, his achievement was almost assured for as good as he'd done the first three rounds; his victory was practically in hand. Little did I know when I got posted on the edge of the rope line halfway down the fairway Sunday that I would end up have something climactic in hand before his round was over. About four o'clock that afternoon a woman, a short-haired blonde maybe in early forties, wearing a strapless sundress and pink flip-flops came and parked herself right at the rope line just a few feet away from my posted spot. After about the third or fourth time turning to do my duty and quiet the crowd for the golfers I finally got a chance to get a good glimpse in front of me. The pretty woman's dress wasn't extremely short, but it was revealing enough to show off her very beautifully deep tanned legs up to about mid-thigh. She sat there, her legs stretched out, very bronzed and very smooth skin on display. Her tanned bare feet extended beyond the stretched rope line and although I was obliged to tell her to move them back there was no way I was going to do that. The bit of foot fetish I have in me wouldn't let that happen! Somewhere into the afternoon, after a few more twosomes of golfers had played through I turned to do my marshaling thing and found she had pulled her knees up and had scooted a bit further down the hill toward the rope line. She was now poised just barely within allowed limits although her sexy bare feet still extended past the artificially imposed line. At first all I saw was more leg as she hunched her arms over her knees where her skirt was barely pulled up to. But when I happened to take a couple of steps back and then turned to raise my hands to quiet the crowd for the thirty-thousandth time that week I got the view of the entire tournament. I swear I must have staggered at least somewhat when my gaze discovered the incredibly delicious sight just a few feet before me! Now you also have to understand from the position I stood at I was almost literally the only person that could see this wonderful sight so distinctly. The fans on either side of her could only see her skirt pulled to her knees and maybe, if they were lucky, her bare shins. The fairway was a good twenty-five yards across so the nearest marshal and fans on that side may have gotten a distant view of bare thigh. But from my view I could see so clearly the thinnest crotch of a pair of panties pulled ever so tightly across the two puffy pussy lips of this gorgeous woman. There was no doubt she shaved herself bare down there, the way that cameltoe pressed outward through the thin satiny material there were no shades of color, blonde or otherwise impeding the view of her delectable pussy. Through that almost ultra-sheer material I still couldn't really see the true pinkness underneath, but there was very little left to the imagination...very, very little. The sweaty manhood inside my pants had been given a few 'lifts' that day already what with other intriguing and sexy sights, but this sight exceeded all others. Before I knew it I had one hell of a boner going. Luckily I was facing the fairway and away from her and rest of the crowd. I had my hands down in front of my shorts and I could feel the hardness bugling outward. I was as horny as I'd ever been all week! But then came the moment of truth when the next pair of golfers walked down the middle of fairway to hit their approach shots into the 18th green. I had a job to do, but how was I going to hide my obvious condition, especially when I had to raise my hands way over my head. Hell, I was going to practically present myself to this woman sitting no more than a few feet in front of me! As I got ready to make the turn, I immediately had an idea...I feigned being overcome by the heat and humidity and fell to one knee before I raised my hands and called out, "Quiet Please!" I had found a way to defer to the boner in my shorts rather than put it on display for her and those nearby. I closed my eyes a second or two and hoped I could will it away. But instead I found at that new level of view I discovered how the thin strip of cloth sluiced between her taut cheeks and her bottom was totally exposed with her legs pulled up so tight. All that did was send more blood down to my already near fully erect manhood. What was I to do now? I tried to look away as the well-coiffed European golfer Robert Rock hit his approach shot. Not seeing it myself I knew it must have been good as the crowd, to include my very sexy lady friend, reacted with cheers and claps. Her clapping made her body shake, which only seemed to make her bottom scooch down a bit further, her ass cheeks being more exposed and her cameltoe being ever more visible. I swear I was going to cum that very instant kneeling on the grass in front of her! Now that both Rock and the bearded Lucas Glover began making their way to the green I could drop my hands and resume my post. Only there was no way I was going to stand with the raging hard-on pushing out my shorts. I continued to kneel there for a moment more knowing it would be at least a few minutes before the next twosome made it to my part of the fairway. I grabbed the bottle of water out of my little pack on the ground and swilled down what was left as I looked toward the green and tried to work the lust out of my mind and body. Only my weak body and eager cock took full control. My eyes darted subtly back toward my sexy tanned lady. She was engrossed in what was going on down with the golfers putting so she wasn't paying any attention at all to me. My focus immediately returned to what was under her skirt and what was so beautifully displayed for what I wanted to believe was just for me, her delicious pussy. Damn! It was then I swore I saw a small dark spot between those pink puffy lips. There was a distinct show of moisture seeping through her panties. Was she turned on by something? Was she hot for either Robert or Lucas and seeping her lust already? Finally when the two professional golfers putt out I couldn't stand it anymore I did a very unprofessional thing. I called over to the marshal standing just down form me and told him I was feeling really faint and I needed to take a break. We had so many other volunteers by then one less wouldn't matter, so I picked up my pack, turned on my planted knee before I stood and holding it and my empty water bottle down in front of my shorts I trotted across the fairway to the opposite side. As I made my way to the other rope line I remembered a spot I had taken refuge away from the heat a couple days earlier to eat my lunch. As my water bottle rubbed my erection each step I took, I also remembered thinking the spot could provide a nice place for a guy to spend a little time playing a little solo sex. I headed straight over to the one set of grandstands that sided the end of the 18th fairway and ducked under the green covering. As I made my way to the front side I retrieved the binoculars from my little carry bag. No sooner had I focused my sights across the fairway than I was able to easily find my upskirt fantasy woman. So there I was, maybe thirty yards from my fantasy woman with a line of sight through the underside of the bleachers and over the heads of the golf officials between us. She sat there enjoying the golfing show put on by the last four or five twosomes, none the wiser to my stroking my hard cock for her. Yes, my khakis were unzipped and my hard seven and a half inches was pointed right in her direction. I had one hand on the binoculars and the other making a good fist to thrust my hard cock through. I didn't even need any slimy spit to make it a smooth jerk as I had so much pre-cum built up already that smeared over my extra hard, extra ready cock. It was so incredible really. She sat there like she was my personal peep show and never lowered her legs or pulled the hem of her sundress down at all. I stroked and stroked, first feeling my cockhead running up and down over the thin crotch of her panties and feeling more and more her pussy juices soaking through. I knew I was with her only in my mind but I may as well have been really touching her the way I felt. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and I thrust into my fist, imaging that she had pulled her damp panties aside and I was having my way with her in the grassy rough of the 18th hole. Her 'hole' felt sooooo good! No sooner had I come to the point of no return than the crowd sent up a huge roar. The timing could not have been more perfect and as my woman of the moment jumped to her feet I joined her and the rest of the crowd screaming out loud...only I was calling out very hoarsely in my ultimate climax, bellowing as spurt after spurt, thick rope after thick rope shot out the tip of my hard, jerking cock. When I had come down from my extreme high, I looked over toward my fantasy woman and saw she had gone. I looked down at the green and saw the young Rory McIlrory waving his hat to the crowd that was still cheering. As it turned out I had cum just as he had made his final putt to become the champion of the 2011 U.S Open. To be honest I felt so much like a champion myself right then. Damn it had felt so good! I looked back over across the fairway again, but by this time the photographers had mobbed the area between us and I couldn't really see much. I do know that beautiful lady and the upskirt experience she afforded me on this championship Sunday afternoon will stick with me for a very long time. I zipped up my shorts and walked away, my cum still dripping from the metal rafters. Masturbation Diaries: Panty Raid! I'm just past 50 now and don't think I've lost the good shape I've always been in, even at this age, if I do say so myself. After passing that milestone I also haven't lost my extreme love of women's panties. No, I don't like to wear them, but I do indulge in the fantasy of thinking about getting a pair off a woman when I peek at them riding up over a jeans or up under a short skirt. I love them all, all kinds, shapes, colors and materials. Did you know there are a crazy number of panty varieties? In just bikinis, there are bikini briefs, bikini high cuts, string bikini, bikini thongs...on and on. I know right when that obsession started...in college. I have great memories of the girls in college wearing those sexy short snug mini-skirts to class. I would find something to drop on the floor, like my pencil or pen and stoop down to catch a look between the legs of an unsuspecting girl or two. The panties always looked so inviting. Of course, I got my share of 'beaver shots' too, but back then and probably just as much today seeing a nice bared pussy might be thrilling, but the flash of a thin, smooth panty up tight to an unseen pussy is so damn sexy and hot! But it really all started when I had been at college no more than a week and discovered the wonderful excitement and benefits of a panty raid! This newfound pastime sparked a whole new dimension to my methods of masturbation. I can remember that first time. Girls threw their panties out their windows at us. It was incredible! But it was hotter when I took that first pair back to my dorm room, shoved down my shorts and lay back in my bed. They were yellow with a little bow at the waistband. I rubbed and squeezed my cock with that soft pair of cotton panties. I can still distinctly see that drop of clear pre-cum ooze up through the material of the sexy underwear. Honestly, it was the first time anything female had ever touched my naked cock and balls. I had never been with a woman in any way up until my first year in college. But it wasn't long before I exploded the biggest load of cum I had ever shot with that sexy pair of underwear. It was, to that point, the most exciting experience of my life! Many more panty raids were held that first semester with the end result the same, back in my dorm room stroking away to some fantastic cums. The feel of soft underwear, whether cotton or silky satin, they all drove me wild. I would wrap the panties around my hard cock and jack off to my heart's content. Or sometimes, when I'd get more than a couple of pairs in a night I would lay the panties out nice and neat on my bed and pump my cock until I would cum all over them. I visualized girls in my college classes or women I saw during the day while jacking off with my pilfered panties. If we'd done an indoor raid and I saw the actual panty owner I would visualize her and spend hours in my room making myself cum over and over through the next several days. My appetite for panties seemed to have no end back then. The more panties I had the more I would masturbate. This habit lasted through my college years, even after having been with a real woman or two in bed. In fact the naughty habit lasted nearly until I got married. Needless to say, if I had kept that whole stash of panties, I could have had quite a collection of women's underwear by now. Another more recent and just as memorable experience came a few years later, after I had been married and was enjoying a satisfying sex life. That latent panty fetish of mine found a new outlet. Ann was our next door neighbor. She was a forty something year-old, divorced school-teacher. She was also one hell of a baker! She'd come over frequently with some of the most delicious home baked cookies. Ann was very friendly to my wife and me. We all did a lot for one another back then. I took care of her yard and did some other odd jobs around her place. She watched our little dog when we would go away for weekend trips. One time she asked whether we could watch her place. We were to water the plants, take in her mail and leave on a different light each night to keep away the would-be burglars. My wife did most of the chore but on Wednesday evening that week she had to go to a couple of meetings right after work and called to ask if I could take care of Ann's place for her. I had some writing I really wanted to get started on, but I knew it shouldn't take more than a half hour to take care of the business next door. So I got her house key and walked across our lawns. It wasn't the first time I had been in Ann's house, but when I walked in her front door it still impressed me how Ann had a really nice place, was so well organized. For some reason as I walked around the house watering Ann's plants I had the overwhelming urge to go upstairs. I had never been up there before and I really did wonder what her whole house looked like. I had no ulterior motives, not consciously at that point anyway. So ever so tentatively I found myself stealing up Ann's stairs. I less than boldly went up to her second floor and toward her bedroom. I moved around quietly even though I knew no one was around and wouldn't be until the weekend. As it turned out her three bedrooms were as neat and organized as the downstairs. Nothing seemed out of place. Even looking in her master bedroom there was not a single stray article clothing on the bed, the floor or anywhere. My eyes roamed around until they fell upon her chest of drawers. There was something slightly out of place. Something was visible sticking out of the second drawer. I found myself drawn toward it and before I knew it I was standing within two feet totally focused on the blue fabric smashed in the closed drawer. I knew what it was immediately. With shaky hands, and full well knowing this was so much an invasion of privacy, I opened the drawer. I had hit the jackpot; it was her panty drawer! My heart raced, but although I was quickly excited at what I had found there was a mature part of me that stopped and had to grin and nearly chuckle at what I saw. For as neat and organized as this woman always appeared to be, she had the most disorganized and shambles of an underwear drawer. Many of them were very expensive looking with very expensive brand names on the waistband labels I could read from my immediate vantage point. All of them were sexy and smooth looking regardless of the materials they were made of. I suddenly could imagine any of those on my sexy neighbor. I began to feel my hand around the drawer. My raced on saying...'Now that you are touching them with your hands, maybe you should do more.' I felt as if that cartoon good conscience/bad conscience was playing out in my head. But just as I started to get too nervous and feeling just too kinky to go on I looked upon that pair of baby blue panties I had seen sticking out of the drawer in the first place. Although I still felt more than a little self-conscious and my hands were shaking, my cock was also throbbing its ay into the picture from within my shorts. I knew that I had discovered something that I wasn't supposed to, but I couldn't resist the temptation. I carefully up the blue panties to see what type of they were. She wore my favorite, bikini panties! I nervously fondled the cotton panties. I slid a finger around the side of them and swore I felt her heat from that hot cleft every woman had between her legs. But this was Ann, our friend and neighbor! And although I had noticed Ann's good looks on more than occasion I had never entertained her in any of my fantasies. At that very moment though, as I fondled her dainty lingerie, I almost fainted with desire for her sexy body. By then, the craving for physical exploration was becoming unbearable. I didn't think I had to be too careful about it as all her undies were just sort of thrown into the drawer. They weren't folded or sorted in any way. I couldn't resist taking not just one more, but two more pairs of Ann's undies in my hands, a black satin panty and a really cute cotton bikini style with pastel polka dots. It was every panty lover's dream, holding a woman's panties in his hands, savoring the feel of the cool soft material. Time became all weird and I couldn't tell if my time in Ann's master bedroom was rushing by or slowing down. All I felt was total fascination with those blue, black and polka dot panties and the secret of my holding them in my hand. Now, a rationally prudent man would have simply retreated with his treasure, right? But not I, I was beyond being horny. I was like another person, like that oversexed horny college kid back on campus. I found myself unbuttoning my shorts and pushing them and my briefs down letting both fall to the floor at my ankles. Waves of desire flooded through my body as I instinctively bunched the three pairs of panties around my throbbing member. Damn, I'll never forget the sudden burning desire I had for Ann as I began to pump my hard shaft through those sexy panties. It felt so good as I continued to rub back and forth on my already hard shaft. The old familiar erotic sensations came flooding back to my body and my brain. But things were progressing way too fast. Although I knew it was wrong I still couldn't just walk away. Instead I turned around and laid all three pairs of panties on Ann's bed. As I licked my lips I reached down for the black satin pair and inspected them like a scientist would look at something very important in a test tube or slide. I did the same thing with the other two pairs. Each was special in itself, the softness and the design, and finally the cut to the point I could imagine they would fit not only on Ann's hips and backside, but also snug up between her thighs. My hard-on bounded up to hit my forearm as I held the polka dot panties in my left hand. I immediately looked toward the bedroom door as if expecting someone to come in and catch me in this illicit act. But in deference to my hard cock I also slowly wrapped that pair of polka dot cotton bikini panties around the middle of the shaft. I caressed my cock, which of course was fully stiff by now, through the fabric of her cool soft panties. I was getting bolder by the minute and grabbed up the other two pairs. I started to jack off slowly with the one pair, while tickling my balls with the other two. As I did so, I looked up at myself in Ann's mirrored vanity. There I was naked from the waist down a big throbbing seven-inch hard-on and not one, but three pairs of my sexy neighbor's panties in my hands. For the first time in a very long time I was touching the wonderful soft fabric of another woman's panties other than my wife's. That sight alone, with Ann's panties wrapped around my hard cock, could have easily brought me to a quick and tremendous climax, but I wanted it to last. And I could. I was not longer that capricious and overly excited college kid. I was a middle aged man who could control his ability to cum and spend more time enjoying myself. And so I did as I slowed down and sat on the edge of the bed with my balls hanging down. I wrapped my hand around my cock at the head and with the other loosely wrapped the first pair of panties around top of it. I started moving both hands up and down. I stroked very slowly to try to make myself last. As heavenly as it felt to have this woman's soft panties in my hand and rubbing up and down my manhood, I knew there was more I wanted as my heart pounded like a jack hammer, which I could feel both in my chest and the hard throbbing rod in my hands. It was incredibly erotic to know I had stood next to the woman that wore those panties not even thinking anything sexual about her then. But there I sat feeling her panties snug against my manhood. It was then I told myself, 'You do know what the crotch of these panties have been in contact with, don't you?' With that, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back thinking of Ann enjoying herself as she moved her hand on her pussy in her panties as I looked on... I Suddenly the door to the master bath swung and there Ann stood. She was wearing the cotton polka dot panties. She looked at me and walked over to the bed. "I see the way you look at my panties. Would you like to have them, Donnie? C'mon, admit it. You'd love to have my panties." I was entranced with her using that phrase in my head...'my panties'. "But first I should model them for you and get them all wet for you." I stammered something senseless as I watched my neighbor before me. She began to play on an erect nipple with one hand and to rub her panty-covered pussy with the other. She masturbated in front of me. She opened her legs only inches from me, her knees slightly bent, as she moved her hand to one side. I stared at the nearly drenched crotch of her panties! With her eyes closed and her fingers pressing on her mound again she rubbed herself in earnest. At one point, she opened her blue eyes, smiled at me, before she continued her assault on her clit through the thin material. I could see she was nearing climax as her body tensed. Her hips rose, pressing against her rapidly moving fingers. Without a sound, she came. Her body jerked several times until her hand slowed. When she opened her eyes, she smiled and said "Oh wait," and I watched her slip her cotton panties off her hips and down her legs. She tossed them up with her toe and then threw them over onto my lap, right on top of my raging hard-on..."now, that will give you something to fantasize about the next time you do your thing." ...I opened my eyes and blinked. I saw my reflection in the mirror again. I found myself rubbing and massaging my chest, one finger flicking at an erect nipple of my own. That tweak made my hard cock throb and twitch. A flow of pre-cum spilled out over the head down to soak the panties wrapped around the shaft. As I rubbed all up and down it my cum filled, dangling balls tingled within the caressing softness of the other two pairs of Ann's dainty panties. I was so close to exploding by then I thought I would pass out. But I was trying to prolong the state of my extreme excitement still more. But then...the point of no return came upon me. I began to stroke up and down the length of my shaft with one hand and squeezing my balls with the other. I became suspended in the moment without going into ejaculation. It was so strange because normally when I reach that point, ejaculation immediately follows. But this time I was suspended in the orgasm and I couldn't speak or do anything. It was so intense that I wondered if I would indeed pass out. I remained absolutely still and made every muscle in my body go as limp as possible. Then I could feel my insides tighten up just before I shot that first stream. I stayed completely still and let it fly. I had both my balls in my hand and was squeezing through the panties as I came. The feeling went from my balls through my entire stomach area. The bottoms of my feet even tingled. It was absolutely incredible! Man, did it fly! It was if a fountain of cum spewed upward in front of my face. I erupted again and again shooting my load up to my chest and down all over my stomach. After the first big squirts stopped the cum just flowed out as I kept pumping my cock. Then just as quickly as I had cum I was done. I lay back on the Ann's bed with my cock still in my hand. It wasn't long after that I came back to my senses and thought 'what the hell have I done?' I still held my now soft cock and I saw what had just transpired. Cum all over! Come on my balls, stomach, hand, and one long streak of translucent white across the bed beside me. It was then I really panicked when I saw my cum all over the black satin. That pair of underwear had taken the brunt of my mess. The other two pairs must have fallen before all the final excitement as I found them on the floor between my feet. I didn't anything else handy and they were a mess anyway so I cleaned myself up with the black satin undies. I wiped my cum off her bed comforter and left no visible marks. Then as I stood and got dressed I looked back down at the other two pair on the floor. What was I going to door with her underwear? What would she do if I walked out with and she could not find them later? Although I doubted if she could imagine that anyone, least of all someone like her upstanding next door neighbor would abscond with her pretty panties. All of this went through my mind at once until I realized only one pair was a mess. The other two were saved the assault of my voluminous onslaught of manly cum. So I carefully placed those two pairs back where I found them and quickly left the house the third cum-soaked pair stuffed in my pocket. I was scared at that point I went around back and reluctantly stuffed that pair deep into the trash before I went back home. One afternoon a couple of weeks later I walked out front and saw Ann next door in her front yard working in her flower bed. She was down on her hands and knees pulling weeds. As I was about to say good morning I glanced down and saw her underwear extending into view just above her shorts. They were that pair of polka dot panties, one of the pairs I had jacked off with up in her bedroom. I know I froze in place and my jaw must have been slack, because the next thing I know... "Don? You alright?" I looked down to see Ann smiling up at me. I sucked up the drool in my mouth. "Uh, yeah, hi, uh good morning, Ann." We exchanged more neighborly pleasantries, but for the life of me, I don't remember much else except my heart pounded in my ears the whole time as I wondered then and indeed for months thereafter, whether she had ever found and of my stray stuff on those polka dot panties or any others. It was quite a memorable experience to say the least. Ann traveled on regular basis for that next year. And my wife and I had the opportunity to house sit several more times. And yes, needless to say that gave me a chance at her lovely panties a few more pleasurable times. Masturbation Diaries: Shoe Store I was a shoe salesman once, in the summer between college semesters. I actually worked my way up to be one of the assistant managers after just the first month. My sales had been that good and with my accounting background from school I was able to handle the store books with ease. I think they also were hurting for employees and wanted to make sure I came back during the holidays and next summer. So hey, the extra pay was kickin' and as it turned out the other perks of the job weren't bad either. I had fitted dozens of women for shoes before I became aware of the vantage point I had helping them on and off with shoes. While sitting on that low stool in front of the ladies as they put their feet one at a time on the slanted surface between my knees I got a lot of nice views. From that position I realized it made it nearly impossible for me not to look up under their skirts if they were short enough. I didn't want to start ogling them like some damn teenager peeking into the girl's locker room...although I was still technically a teenager for a couple more months at the time. I also didn't want to peek up the one wrong skirt that could end up getting me fired. So most of the time, unless it was a woman that was just too gorgeous to resist I tried to keep my eyes on the customer's faces rather than between their legs except when I had to look down to measure a foot or fit a shoe. Still though, even then I found myself glancing down at the sexy calves presented me as I sat on my little stool. Of course, not all the sexy women opened her knees for me to see up their skirts, although a surprising number of them did. There were some memorable times that summer and one late afternoon I remember so well... The chain shoe store was in a small shopping strip, in a fully glass front building set off from the others. There was usually an assistant manager and at least one associate working in the store at all times. On this particular Tuesday things were slow so I gave the associate the rest of the shift off. Most weekday afternoons were slow and I knew I could handle any mini-rush that might have come up as unlikely as that was. As fate would have it, no sooner than the kid left than I had my mini-rush. Two couples and three separate women walked in within about ten minutes of one another. I did my thing and worked them on by one, measuring, answering questions and running the register. In less than an hour I must have sold eight pairs of shoes and even better about two hundred dollars worth of accessories, which is where shoe stores make most of their profit. By the time I had finished with the second couple only one other customer was left. As I stood at the counter ringing the couple out, I glanced over at the rather attractive woman up in front of the store as she looked at the selection along the far wall. "I'll be with you in a minute," I called to her. She didn't look back at me but nodded and raised her hand a bit acknowledging my words. I wrapped the couple's purchases and while I zipped the guy's credit card through the reader I glanced up again to see the woman up front bend down for a pair of shoes on the bottom shelf. As she did her very short skirt lifted up in back. I had only glanced at her for maybe two seconds, but with her bent over like that I swear I had been able to glimpse nearly up to her butt. With that distraction the credit card fumbled from my hand. I realized other than me no one else would have noticed as my only other customers were facing me chatting with one another. When the couple left my one last customer was continuing to browse. I took a deep breath, trying to get the previous sight of her out of my mind. Then I walked up front and approached the woman, "Can I help you?" "Not just now, thanks," she was a bit abrupt, but when she turned her my way and I got sight of a very beautiful face and bright smile, the brush off didn't bother me at all. She was gorgeous back and front. "Okay, I'll either be at the counter or at one of the displays in back. Just call out when you're ready." "Mmm-hmm." She had gone back to studying the heels. I let her be and went back to working on one of the new displays. I kept watching her out of the corner of my eye. As I worked the display I found myself paying more and more attention to her though. She had on a black short skirt which showed a lot of leg whether she bent over or not. When she happened to turn a little more my way I saw how nice and rather sexy she really did look. Her long straight black hair hung loose down over her shoulders. I could also tell under that tight blouse, although she wasn't well endowed, her breasts were very round and still big enough to be noticeable even as I ogled them from several feet away. As I covertly watched as she reached for another shoe on the display and held it up to look at it more closely. Then she bent over to place it on the floor next to her foot. When she did she bent over far enough so again I was treated to a pretty view of her skirt riding up to show her upper thighs. About then a guy walked past the front of the store and did a bit of a double-take. I presume he caught sight of a pair of shoes he liked as I was pretty sure he couldn't see the sexy woman in my store from that far away. Thankfully he kept walking. I could certainly forego a sale for more private time with this lady. When I looked back at my customer I found she was bent forward at the waist again and her skirt was lifted up a little more, enough to show me was wearing stockings. She was wearing a garter and stockings! I had never seen a woman wearing stockings before, panty hose yes, but not stockings. She eased over still further and I glimpsed the beginning of the smooth roundness of her shapely backside. It was still too far away and too shadowy under that skirt to see if she was maybe wearing a skimpy thong or whether nothing at all, but for sure I was seeing a lot of cheek. Either way my mind raced and my manhood grew down my thigh inside my boxers. I know I audibly gasped as I slid my hand down the front of my dress slacks and felt my arousal. But about then an older woman stopped to take a look in the window. I swear she looked straight at me. I know she had no way of knowing the condition I was in, but I still felt guilty and was sure it was written all over my face. Then she too walked on. Any other day I would have been disappointed to lose a another sale. To say this was a pure turn-on for me would be the biggest understatement of my young almost twenty years. Just the thought that this woman might get a sexual charge out of discreetly displaying herself was enough to get me hard. I watched as the woman moved between two display stands now, dangling two high-heeled shoes off her fingers, presumably her initial choices, as she continued to browse. "Yes!" the woman suddenly exclaimed. I was so turned-on and distracted I jumped in shock at her utterance. She picked up another pair of shoes, strapless four-inch heels. I took a huge breath and willed my partial erection to recede. It mostly worked, I wasn't tenting out anymore at least, so I walked down the aisle toward my customer. "Do I surmise that you have found what you are looking for?" I approached her from the side and had all the advantage seeing that cute butt jutting out behind her and the firm, although not sizable, but clearly discernable breasts thrust out front. She turned to me with that gorgeous smile again, only now I could see her big sparkling brown eyes. "I need a descent looking pair of evening heels and I think these are what I've been looking for!" She said with the excitement of a moment ago still in her voice. The atmosphere in my shoe store was electric at that moment. It was clear she was totally excited about finding the perfect pair of shoes and I was excited for her exciting me! "Uh, I'm glad. They are a new arrival actually." "Is there, any chance you have them in my size?" I so wanted to say, 'I have something in just the right size I know will fit you here in my boxers'. But instead, I said summoning my most helpful and professional salesman voice. "And do you know your size?" "A size eight," she said looking right into my eyes and smiled, hers very brown and very warm. "Okay, let me see what I've got. May I suggest you take a seat back here and I'll be back in a minute." I motioned to one of the benches behind her and went off to the store room in back. No sooner than I had gotten back amongst all the shoe racks than I put my hands out against one of them, took a deep breath and whispered to myself, "Damn she's hot!" With my hard-on still rubbing down against my thigh I went in search of her shoes. To save time and to appear thoughtful I usually brought out the size the customer asked for and a size up and down just in case. We had all three so I grabbed the boxes off the shelf and headed back out. I returned to floor only to find the woman not sitting up front on one of those benches, but rather on a bench closest to the stockroom door. I paused for a brief second coming out of the curtained doorway as I looked at her, okay I looked at her long lovely legs extending out under her short skirt. I closed my eyes, took another deep breath and willed my arousal to remain in check. "I brought three pairs, a half size up and down, just in case." I sat the boxes on the floor and pulled a stool in front of her then sat down. As I did I saw a smile in the woman's eyes again. Damn those eyes were stunningly brilliant. But as I straddled the stool, I realized it wasn't me she was smiling at, but rather the shoe box in my hand as I brought out the first shoe. "They look so delicious." She commented. As she spoke she lifted her right foot for me. I slipped off the black pump she wore and reached down gently lifting her foot at the ankle. I could immediately feel how silky smooth her foot bottom was even through her stockings. Now that was delicious! Did I mention besides being a panty-fetishist I am also a sucker for pretty toes? Even through the stockings they got to me. They were painted a very deep red, too. Damn! Abruptly she slithered down in the seat wriggling and squirming. "Ticklish?" I asked as I still professionally held her foot. "I'm terribly ticklish." She curled her toes and giggled softly. "I'll be more careful, but I can tell already these are going to look great on you." Even through my gradually rebuilding excitement I was still ever the salesman. I placed her foot in the first shoe and proceeded to see if it fit. At least that was what I was doing by rote, but in my mind and in actuality I was looking straight up her legs to her thighs. With one foot up and one on the floor, her legs were already slightly parted. All I could see were dark shadows though, no further up under her short skirt. I was disappointed, but I did have another shoe to fit. "Okay, let's get the left one on and see how they fit when you stand and walk in them." I reached out and took hold of her calf to lift her leg and slip her other black pump off. When I did, the electricity was still there and so obviously was her ticklishness. She giggled and squirmed on the bench again. As I fitted the shoe with my right hand, I let my left hand slide upwards until it was just below her knee. I glanced up her legs this time and saw she had opened them a little wider. I followed the nude colored stockings up underneath to her bare thighs. I could see the white garter strap hooked to the stocking pressed tightly against her soft flesh. Ever so slowly her knees spread apart further still. I licked my lips as I looked between her widening legs. As I've said I had more than one glance up a woman's skirt in my time on that job. No matter how hard they tried to be modest, they would usually have to open their legs at least once during the process, giving me a look at their upper thighs and on occasion a glance at a pair of panties, albeit a very brief glance. My jaw dropped now as I got much more than a panty peek. I could see her mound and the start of her bushy cleft! In all the several weeks I'd been fitting women for shoes other than several sexy bared thighs and a number of panty peeks I had never been pussy flashed! I didn't know if she knew what she was doing or if this was all just an innocent accident on her part. But it really didn't matter, I saw it and that mattered to me. As long as I figured I had ogled I looked up to see if I would get a smile or a frown from the woman. But to my surprise I found she was looking at the handbags on the rack next to the bench. Still kneeling there before her and holding a shoe up to her foot, I was trying hard to be professional while at the same time trying to get an even better look under skirt. As she adjusted her bottom on the seat again the very hairs on her mound came into view...the very thick, black, crinkly and curly hairs. Wow! I was really getting carried away. And my job would be on the line if I was discovered ogling this woman like this, at least on the premise she still wasn't flashing me on purpose! The one thing I knew for sure was she was going to be featured in some great masturbation fantasies for days to come. I finally got that shoe on and let her foot ease back to the floor. She closed her legs and I tried to act none the wiser to her exposure. She stood and immediately uttered, "Ooo, I think they are a bit tight." "Not a problem. That's why I brought out the other sizes." I reached for another shoe box. "Please, have a seat again and let's try this one on for size." I kept my position on the stool and this time when she put her foot on the ramp she gave her leg a little extra shake causing her skirt to ride up right off. I took the calf of her leg in my left hand and deftly removed her shoe with my right. Rather than fitting the new shoe right away I just held the heel of her foot in one hand and let the other slide up her leg to her knee. I was sure that any moment she would snatch her foot away and stand up in protest, but to my surprise when I looked up at her, her head was tilted back toward the handbags again. I carefully slipped the shoe off and replaced it with the same style but a half size larger. Ever-so-slowly I bent down to pick up the second, only now that I knew what I was looking for I stared with all my might at that junction between her legs. I could definitely see her pubic hair, so curly and thick. I swore I could see some pink through the thick bush, too. Repeating the process with this foot she wiggled her toes and giggled before I got the shoe on. When I did I pushed back the stool. "Why don't you walk around and check out their comfort now." She promptly stood up and smoothed her skirt down, then cocking the heels first to the left and then to the right she looked at them in the floor mirror as I admired the rest of her. It was surprising what a difference a couple inches of heel could do to a woman's legs. She did a short walk down the aisle and back. The heels indeed made her already sexy feet and legs look even more delicious. As she walked up and down the center of the store, checking herself out in the many small floor mirrors I was checking her out. The view only added to the erection in my pants. As she strutted back down the aisle it was as if she was walking a fashion show runway. "These look marvelous!" She almost shouted out. I grinned. "And how's the fit? Any pinching around the toes?" She looked down at me with a twinkle in her eye. "They feel just perfect. They're also the one last piece of apparel to make tonight's outfit perfect," and with that she ran her hands down her skirt again only this time she bunched it up a little. "Of course, the little black dress I bought is more like this length." She held her skirt well above her knees and maybe, just maybe barely a couple of inches before she exposed herself to me. As if I hadn't already seen what was under there already! "What do you think?" She asked. I didn't say anything, not at first anyway. I swear I was going to reach under that skirt and grab those hips of hers and pull her dark bush right to my face as I stooped there on one knee with my face barely a foot away from her. I was so caught up in the erotic moment that when she cocked her hip toward my face I about fell backwards onto the floor. I caught myself as she sat back down on the bench, crossed her legs and slowly slipped a shoe off her beautiful foot. "Mmm, these are simply delightful. Thank you so much." "The pleasure is all mine," I said as I watched her remove her other shoe and slid her hand up her long, shapely leg. Indeed the pleasure at that moment was all mine...and for the boner in my pants of course. I took the shoes from her and placed them back in the box. Luckily she stood first and perused the handbags she had been eyeing earlier. That gave me the out to stand and position the stack of boxes in front of me to hide the very obvious bulge extending down my slacks. I made it around the other side of the sales counter before she walked up. She had one of our latest handbags in her hand as she came up to the register. "I will take this also. Its too much for tonight's outfit, but I'm such a sucker for pretty purses, I just have to have this one." She smiled at me again and went to pull her credit card out of her wallet. I rang her out, while the whole time my hard-on banged against the counter. "There you go. And I hope you have a wonderful evening." I said handing over her shopping bag. "Oh I plan to." She came back and added a very telling wink. My erection swelled and pushed against the wooden counter once again. "You're very nice," she said. "Thank you." With that she turned and walked toward the front door. I stepped from around the counter finally and let not only my eyes but my cock watch her hips sway gently away as she left the store. I must have been holding my breath as I felt as if I was left breathless at that point. I shook my head and even with a huge hard-on still in my boxers I went to get the other shoes I'd brought out for her and took them to the restocking shelf in back. Then I made my way to out to the display I had been working on previously. For the next few minutes I tried to concentrate on work, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw that sexy woman and her panty-less pussy in my mind. I kept running my hand down across the ever-present hard-on I'd had since I'd first seen her, only now I couldn't will it to diminish. I was not going to be able to keep my hands off myself for much longer. I needed some relief soon! First checking that no one was coming in the front door, I ducked back into the stockroom. I pulled my cock out and started playing with myself while looking back out on to the floor through the curtained doorway. I leaned forward with a hand on the restocking shelf and the shoe boxes I had returned, my cock pointing at the pair of heels she had first tried on. There would be no stopping me now. Pictures of my sexy customer filled my head; her lovely face, her gorgeous body. I focused on the details. Then I fantasized she liked me looking up between her thighs from that point blank range on my little stool. My fingers touched the hem of her skirt, raising it and drifting my fingers over the smooth warmth of her thigh. My hand drew her skirt higher, my fingers brushing the first of her kinky dark curls. I breathed hard at the thought of her having walked around my store without underwear and now I could feel the hot slick wetness seeping over my fingers as I edged them further through her dense pubes until I was touching her pink pussy lips. Masturbation Diaries: Shoe Store At that point it was a considerable amount of pre-cum covering my fingers and in turn my long hard shaft. Only then I flashed to sensing her getting a bit breathless too and now she was fingering herself on that bench as I watched. She was not discreet in my fantasy, as she opened her legs wide, reaching down with one hand and sliding her middle finger up and down her wet slit while she tapped her clit with another. Waiting until the right moment, she penetrated herself with her long thin finger until it disappeared up into her body. That move pushed her fully aroused reddened clitoris out even more prominently. 'Damn, I'd like something bigger in here,' I heard her say in my head, her breath coming deeper and faster. 'Ooo, fill me up with that big cock.' In the next flash she was naked. She was also bent over that restocking shelf, my breathing drew shorter as I envisioned stroking my length through the crevasse between her thighs, probing and moving around in the sweet wet junction between her moist pink lips. Then those luscious lips swallowed my long, hard cock. I held her hips and plunged in and out voraciously as she hungrily, moaned and writhed in front of me. My cock was fully engorged and the swollen head was disappearing again and again between her lovely pussy lips. I let out a deep extended groan and my body literally shook as I came. I opened my eyes in time to see my spunk fly out onto 'her' shoes, along with shoe boxes to the left and the right, leaving shiny white trails across everything. For the next moment I leaned forward and rested my head against the shelf unit until I could catch my breath. When I finally zipped up I gazed down a moment to treat myself to one last vision of 'her' shoes there on the shelf in front of me as if they were her bushy vulva, glistening and gaping with my cum all over them. I couldn't help but envision my cum trickling down her inner thighs and down over her stockings as she walked to her car in the shoes she had just bought from me. Damn! I grinned from ear to ear as I squatted and picked up a rag on the lower shelf to try and clean up. I stashed 'her' shoes away in a place I would find them later so as to take them home to use again...as I thought of my sexy customer. Remember, I did the books. So there would be a bit of a write-off on the sales this week. By the time I cleaned up the next shift's assistant manager came walking into the back room. "So how were sales today?" "Good. Real good." I replied with a huge smirk on my face. Masturbation Diaries: Stolen Panty When I was in college it was always exciting to watch the beautiful girls all over campus. Each spring I stayed in a constant state of sexual arousal walking around and marveling at all the wonderful ladies showing themselves in their skimpier clothes in the warmer weather. Needless to say, I found myself masturbating at least a couple times a day every day. I also have a confession. I used to steal pairs of some of those coed's panties. The simple truth is I stole the first one before I had ever planned on doing it. It just kind of happened. I saw the opportunity and I did it. Let me set the stage for you here... We had two laundry rooms in our large dorm. Each of those rooms was on the first floor at either end of the big building and each had twelve washers and I believe eighteen dryers. At busy times like Sunday nights, the demand for machines was high. Also, many people left their laundry unattended because they had better things to do than just sit and wait for it. Only when you waited too long to retrieve you're clothes, you may come to find them removed from the dryer and piled on top of another machine or if you were lucky on a table. One of those Sunday nights I was studying for a test and did my laundry at the same time. I went back down to get my clothes. When I did I noticed that some girl's things had been removed from the dryer next to mine and placed on top of the machine. More than a little nervously I moved my hand over the small pile of girl's intimates and a pair of light yellow panties fell to the floor. I reached down to pick them up with my hand shaking like crazy. Honestly, I had no intention of stealing anything. I just wanted to see what those girls' panties looked like up close. When I touched them though I found they were still pleasantly warm. That's when the sudden and unplanned urge to steal a pair of girl's undies hit me. One pair of underwear surely would not be missed I thought. I glanced around the laundry room, saw that no one was near or looking in my direction so I took the new-looking yellow panties and stuffed them in the front pocket of my jeans. My heart was pounding and my knees were trembling as I made my way back to my dorm room with my own laundry and the secret contraband gently warming my thigh from inside my pocket. The whole walk back I was sure any moment a voice would call out behind me..."Hey that guy just stole my underwear!" But no alarm was raised and I made it safely back to my room. I shut the door and leaned my back against it, breathing deep but ragged. As my roommates were out for the evening I conveniently had the room to myself. I put down my laundry basket, got undressed quickly and pulled the skimpy yellow panties from my jeans then lay down on my bed. I put the panties around my quickly stiffening hard-on and. oh man, they were still so warm! As that exquisite warmth radiated up and down my full length, I tried to imagine which beautiful girl from my dorm they belonged to. I imagined one coed after another that I had fantasized over before. Only now I envisioned each one respectively wearing the yellow undies. I was as hard as ever! I stroked the soft material all over my erect, swollen penis. The feeling of the lacy cotton underwear moving up and down on my cock enjoined with the excitement of the illicit transgression I was committing was too much to bear and I felt my pleasure mounting quickly, too quickly, and with a strong body shudder, I ejaculated for what seemed like forever into the soft, warm material. By the time I had recovered, I heard someone outside the door and quickly pulled up my pants. I didn't know where to hide the cum-soaked panties so I just stuffed the panty under my mattress. After a few moments of silence I went to look out the door and didn't see anyone. I closed the door and this time leaned against it with a huge sated grin on my face. I finally went back to my desk and hit the textbooks for the rest of the evening, satisfied and refreshed. Because of the stress of exam week I suppose I actually forgot about the panties. But I did pull them out later and used them for another good jerk before finally stashing them in the trash. But I was hooked! That may have been the first pair of girls panties I had ever stolen, but it certainly wasn't the last. As over the course of the next several months I developed a routine of stealing a fresh pair of girl's panties every chance I got. The laundry rooms were the perfect place to score as girls were always starting their laundry and then get distracted, leaving their stuff sitting out forever. As my panty poaching went on I found a selection of ever racier and skimpier items. Each coed seemed to have her own intimate style and surprisingly some of those who were the most conservative on the outside, were the sexiest underneath. Yes, I did start matching some of the underwear to their owners, either by recognizing other clothes in the piles on the tables or actually seeing them load the dryer and leave, leaving me to my fetish of copping a pair or two. I remember one night there must have been a dozen girls doing their laundry. I had my choice of fresh batches of underwear in several of the dryers and piles on the tables. At one point when it was only me in the room I walked from one dryer to another and pulled out at least one pair of panties from each. Before I knew it I had a generous collection of thongs, bikini panties and plain white cotton panties. I had them tucked in my pockets or down the front of my pants. Just the idea of stealing panties was mentally intoxicating and so erotic. It was the erotic thoughts of the girls that had worn the panties that had me back in my dorm room using them to stroke my hard cock. That particular night I lay out the wadded up panties on my bed to admire all the different styles and prints. There were thirteen in all. The styles ranged from cotton whites to satiny thongs, from plain white to even a pair in zebra print! I got completely naked and laid down taking all of those soft sexy panties and rubbed them all over my body. I put a couple pairs around my hard cock and began to stroke slowly. Then I closed my eyes and began to fantasize I was making it with one girl or another in the dorm. I started moaning as the soft sexy material massaged my balls and stroked my cock. I had so come to love the sensation a panty teased orgasm brought on. I'd push and pull my cock with one panty covered hand, and gently squeeze my balls, covered with another. Eventually I moved my hand faster up and down my throbbing shaft and as my orgasm approached I knelt on the bed and aimed my cock at the pile of the remaining panties on my bed. I squeezed my balls a bit tighter and through squinted eyes I watched as spurt after spurt of white, thick, heavy cum streamed and splattered across all the panties. Oh so satisfying a night! Another late night I was extra horny again and went down to steal a pair of panties from an unsuspecting coed's laundry. When I got there though I didn't find any clothes sitting out on a machine or a table. I was rather dejected, but as I walked around past the dryers I had an idea. I opened one dryer and found it full of colorful garments. I could tell right away they belonged to a female and from the looks of things she did her laundry very rarely. There must have been three or four weeks of underwear and other intimate garments in there. Suddenly I had the feeling I was being watched. Glancing around, I saw I was indeed being watched. A girl had walked in and was looking at me as she emptied her dirty laundry into a washer. I knew her. It was Amy and she was in my English Lit class. As I stood there in front of the dryer, I peered back and found her looking at me sort of out of her side view. If I didn't know better I would have sworn she had figured out what I was doing. More than slightly concerned I moved away from the dryer and a bit closer toward the door. While I debated on whether to quietly flee... "Excuse me, do you want any help?" Amy had turned toward me. "Err, uh, what?" I replied awkwardly. "You were looking at the dryers. Do you need a dryer and not want to touch a girl's things?" What? I actually wanted to touch those 'girl's things'. Had she found me out and was just teasing me? "We all do it. I mean, take clothes out to make room ours. Here..." With that she walked over and went to a dryer just next to the one I had been staring at, opened the door and scooped out all the clothes. She turned and laid them on the table. "There you go. Now you don't have to feel bad about touching a girl's intimate things." "Uh, yeah, thanks." I stammered even more. "You're welcome. Besides these are my clothes anyway." She smiled up at me so cutely and then walked back to finish putting her other clothes in the washer. "There were not enough washers the first time I came down so I did my whites first." "Yeah, it gets crowded down here sometimes." I commented, still feeling awkward and not just a little bit guilty. But Amy was a very cute brunette. I'd definitely noticed her a lot in class. It didn't seem as if she had noticed me though, but she was friendly at least. But she wasn't aware that I didn't feel bad about touching a girl's 'intimate things'. On the contrary, touching was the least of what I did with a girl's underwear! As she stood there at the washer I had already been aroused from the thought of pinching another pair of sexy panties, but looking at her actually had me really going. She was such a hot girl! "Damn!" I heard the exclamation. I must have jumped a foot in the air as looked at Amy. "I forgot my laundry soap." She said and then turned to me. "Don, do you have any extra I can borrow?" My jaw opened silently as my hard-on pressed into the table between us. She did recognize me after all! "Uh, no, sorry." I uttered sounding like some stupid kid I thought to myself. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to go back up and get mine. Thanks anyway." With that she headed out of the room, but before she did I got an excellent view of her taut backside in that pair of faded denim shorts she wore so well. My cock swelled in my own shorts and pressed still harder into the side of the table. That made me look down, and lo and behold what should I find? There on top of the pile of Amy's laundry was a cute light green and cream colored cotton bikini-style pair of panties with a cute little satin flower and pink bow in the center. (Yes, even after all these years I can plainly still see every detail of those panties!) I held my breath and looked toward the door. No one was coming in. I knew I shouldn't, it was just too obvious, Amy having just been there. But that sexy pair being so conveniently on top of the pile was irresistible. I couldn't resist so I exhaled and then took a deep breath. Looking toward the door the whole time I reached out and pinched the dainty pair of underwear between two fingers and swiftly snatched it off the pile of clothes. I stood there with a raging hard-on still pressed into the table and the panties dangling at my side. I looked again at the door so sure that any second Amy would come walking back in and catch me with her 'intimate things' in my hand. I stood there stock still, barely breathing by then. Still no one came in. Finally, I balled the panties up and covertly stuffed them in my pocket. I swiftly walked around the table, out of the laundry room and down the hall to the elevators. About then the first elevator doors opened and out came Amy. "Oh, all done for now?" "Yes, uh, yes and thank you again." I said as she stepped past me with her bottle of liquid laundry soap in hand. "No problem. You're welcome." She gave me that cute smile again and walked back down the hall to the laundry room. It turned out to be the coolest feeling and made me so much harder to have her be that close and only I knew I had her pilfered panties in my pocket the whole time. Damn yes! I had my prize and I nearly couldn't wait until I got back to my room this time. I rubbed my cock through my shorts nearly the whole ride up in the elevator. Once in my dorm room I pulled Amy's underwear out of my pocket and unfolded them very carefully as if they were a fragile package. I felt my heart pounding hard as I looked down at the panties I had just stolen. I wondered what Amy would think of her missing panty being the object of a fellow classmate's masturbatory lust? I don't know, but my erection hurt in the confines my shorts. By pure instinct, I unzipped them and they dropped to my feet. It was time to masturbate. My cock was already throbbing. I was so horny just from looking at and touching those skimpy panties. I moved my hand toward my cock and let out a muffled kind of moan as I anticipated that first touch. Picking up the panties with my other hand I moved them to very, very lightly brush the underside of my cock. At that first contact, I rolled my eyes shut and put my head back, my mouth wide open. What a feeling! As luck would have it they were still warm so I spent a moment enjoying the thought of where these had been maybe as recently as that very day. I immediately imagined she had just peeled the sexy panties from her downy soft muff. I began picturing her giving herself a little rub down there. I saw the cute girl in my mind as she masturbated for me in that very underwear. Very slowly I began an easy, steady thrusting motion with my hips. Up and back, up and back my cock just barely touching the panties I could feel my hard-on grow even firmer and my balls tighten up. There was something completely different about this time around than the other panty jerk sessions I had had before. I mean, it was oh so extra good. Since she had practically given them to me I think it made experience much more erotic. I inhaled deeply, hoping by some strange, mystical power a part of her would become a part of me. Closer and closer I got high on the feel of her panties and the fantasy of her being there with me. My hips thrust forward and the panties slid down my hard length, further and faster. In no time I was just about at that point of no return. I narrowed my eyes and aimed my cock upward as if I was impaling Amy's deliciously wet pussy as she stood there before me. Within another few seconds I was so ready to cum. I proceeded to turn the crotch of the panties inside out and rubbed the head of my cock against the cottony crotch as I continued pumping my shaft with the other. I felt that familiar twitch in my balls. Looking down at the panties in my hand I focused on them, the crotch smeared with my pre-cum already. I envisioned I was rubbing up against what that thin piece of material did each time she wore them. A new immediate heat shot through my body and I exploded! I watched as the first spurt of my cum shot over its intended target and onto my desk, but each subsequent spurt landed directly into the crotch of Amy's panties, in my mind, it was her warm, wet waiting pussy. I fell to my knees and slowly stroked my cock some more until the last dribble of my cum oozed out onto the pretty satin flower on the underwear. I had never made my panty fetish so personal. I'm also not so sure I came on a pair of panties as much as I did that day. It was one hell of a cum to say the least. So much so I couldn't bear to part with those panties. I used them a couple more times to my pleasure and even clandestinely washed them after they got too full of cum and proceeded to use them a few more times after that. When I saw Amy in class the next week I was so self-conscious that she would know I had taken her panties. But it didn't stop me from getting another boner when she smiled back at me as I sat across from her. A few months later I finally stopped my stealthy passion. I halted my panty poaching after I overheard a girl tell her friends that some "asshole" had stolen her panties from the laundry room the day before and it left her with bras that didn't match anything else. My mind was working overtime as I knew I was obviously the 'asshole' as I had taken three pairs out of one dryer and had a good cum all over them. She went on and on about how pissed she was and how she even went commando a couple days as she needed to wear those unmatched bras but couldn't herself to wear a panty that didn't match. Although I had had some of my best masturbation ever with stolen panties I knew it was prudent to stop before my luck ran out and I got caught. So for all the college coeds who have occasionally lost or misplaced their panties while in the dorms, now you know that your underwear wasn't always 'eaten' by the dryer. They were likely stolen by some horny guy living down the hall from you who used them in ways you'd never expect or maybe care not to have known about. ------------------------------------ Local News Flash — A young man from the local college is facing jail time after being caught stealing women's undergarments from a dormitory laundry. It was a line-up unlike any other as police asked women in the coed dormitory to come identify their underwear on Friday. Investigators say so far they have had a limited number of victims come forward. "We're just hoping to have more potential victims identified and have them claim their intimate items," said a police spokesperson. "It will make our case much stronger." A female college freshman who lives in the high-rise dorm said she was doing her laundry last month when she came back to find she was missing a total of eight pairs of panties. She found out other residents in the complex had had similar disappearances, the spokesman said. But the clincher to the arrest was when the woman's more pricey panties started disappearing from the laundry room and she became her own detective. She reportedly rigged up a camera and caught her fellow student on tape stealing her and another woman's underwear. The alleged victim said her underwear had been disappearing for over two months according to the report..."I noticed underwear missing a little at a time. You don't notice until there's a bunch gone and you don't have enough to get you through the week. I caught him red-handed. He puts his hand in the dryer and then you see him stuff something down the front of his pants, and run over to the door." Deputies searched the man's dorm room and found a number of pairs of women's panties hidden under his mattress and in his desk drawer. In his wardrobe they found two boxes of underwear. "He had numerous undergarments of all shapes and sizes throughout his bedroom," the spokesman said. "No doubt there are many other victims and probably a lot of unreported thefts." It is suspected the perpetrator entered the dormitory laundry on numerous occasions, stole the panties from dryers and took them back to his dorm room and masturbated with them. Our source also states the man was swabbed for his DNA to see if it indeed it matches stains on the women's underwear found under his mattress. Footnote: A 26-year-old police officer was arrested for theft and suspended after he allegedly stole 25 pairs of the panties being held for evidence in the original investigation. The officer is suspected of stealing the underwear before turning them into the department. He reportedly first denied the charges, but changed his statement and admitted to stealing the women's panties after he also was caught on camera, this time at police headquarters. According to our source he was not caught stealing the panties but was caught on the video masturbating with them in one of the investigation rooms. A police spokesman commented his offenses were reprehensible and involved a "very serious breach of trust and a flagrant abuse of authority." A police psychologist was quoted as saying both men are two examples of a larger population of males that do the same thing, steal and ejaculate on women's underwear. She says it allows them a "sense of non-consenting sexual access." The one victim was separately quoted as saying about her panty assailants, "I hope they both get the help they need. Because apparently they need some." Masturbation Diaries: Wife Showers To most people I appear shy in public, although friendly and caring. What most people don't know is that hidden behind the quiet exterior is a sex addict. I can't get enough of it! Some days I cannot stop thinking about my cock. Maybe I'm not totally obsessed with it but at least twenty times a day I do think about my cock. I think about what it looks like, what it feels like between my legs, in my briefs or in my boxers. I think about even more how it feels when I get to stroke it. I have been masturbating for most of my life and for as long as I can remember I have been jacking off at least once every day if not more. Now, as a happily married guy for over 28 years I still have to admit to enjoying some of my most intense orgasms solo. I still usually do it a minimum of four or five times a week; on good weeks almost daily. I don't think my wife has any problems with my masturbating, but it's something we've never talked about. Although for several years while the kids were still at home it was difficult to find enough privacy for a good, intense masturbation session, it has always continued to be a wonderful part of my sex life. Nowadays I am able to look forward to those times and plan more on how to have a great time with my cock! Though I've actually never kept a true diary on my masturbatory exploits, I thought I'd reminisce a bit and share just how important masturbation has always been to me... I arrived back in town from a one week business trip. I had been able to get a little earlier flight and was able to get home about an hour before I had originally planned. I paid the taxi driver and picked up my bag and briefcase. Once inside the house I could hear the sound of the shower coming from our bedroom upstairs. I walked on up and along the hallway smiling the whole way figuring I'd sneak up on my wife. Maybe I could get a little peek before announcing I was home. I really had missed her tremendously the past week. When I got to our bedroom door I looked beyond and noticed the bathroom door was open slightly. I smiled ever broader as I knew that would make it easier to peer inside for a moment or two and watch my wife in the glass enclosed shower stall. I laid my bag on the bed then walked toward the bathroom. When I got to the door I slowly leaned in toward the three or four inch opening. I looked in and saw her reflection in the large mirror over the sinks. Okay, now surprise is far from the lone feeling I felt at that moment. Shock was somewhat of the reaction, but intense amazement at seeing her stark and real was more the emotion I could describe. There she was leaning back against the shower wall with the hand held shower massager right between her spread legs! I have long wondered whether my wife masturbated, but in our twenty-eight wonderful years together we never discussed the subject. I had not raised the question because I figured this was a very private thing for her and she was entitled to do it or not do it as she pleased. Our sex life had been better than ever and I had seen no need to upset a good thing. Although I have masturbated while fantasizing about Mary Ann pleasuring herself in front of me, I never once pictured her doing herself this way. So though I wasn't surprised my wife was totally naked in the shower, I intensely amazed to find my wife masturbating now, here in all her sexy glory, right before my eyes! I briefly thought of how when I masturbated in the shower, which I did often enough, I most often felt rushed and it usually wasn't as great. But one thing I could usually do is make more noise. Although I couldn't take my time I did enjoy it and usually my orgasms were filled with grunts and groans that tended to enhance the experience. Not having to worry about the noise I make is more of a turn-on. Of course, a closed door can muffle only so much noise! As my wife got more and more into what she was doing, her movements got stronger and more obvious. Her panting grew louder and was punctuated with soft little moans and sighs. Her voice was no more than a whisper, really, but in the bathroom it seemed like she was gasping loudly with excitement. Needless to say, by then I had unzipped, dropped my pants and briefs and was gently stroking as my wife pleasured herself unknowingly before me. I was careful, though, not too move too much. I still didn't want to give away the fact that I was peeping. I realized if I could see Mary Ann in the mirror she could just as easily look up and see my reflection in that same mirror. If she had, she would have seen clearly I was spying on her and if that was not bad enough, I was jacking off to the sight of her naked body and her secret erotic solo show. Yes, I realized it, but I really didn't care I was so horny at that point. As I stroked the hardest of hard-ons, I watched my wife lean back against the bath wall as she kept the shower massager pointed directly at her crotch, presumably continually buzzing her scrumptious clit. After about two more minutes, her face got a very concentrated look and she started rocking back and forth. She hunched over with her mouth wide open in a big 'O'. She stayed frozen in that position only hunching her cute hips forward easing her sex closer and closer to the steady spray between her legs. Mary Ann closed her eyes and her face radiated the growing sexual delight she was giving herself. I shared the intimacy as my cock swelled in my hand. Suddenly her movements changed. Mary Ann thrust her hips forward jerkily and strong. It was if she was stroking herself with the steady stream of water. Yet after only another minute of this obviously intense self-pleasuring, she stopped her thrusting and seemed to tense her entire body. In the next moment her whole body lurched and although she scrunched up her face as if to stifle a groan, it totally escaped her lips, "Unnnnnnnnnn!" That groan grew and grew to a high-pitched cry of ecstasy. I saw the panting rapture on my wife's beautiful face, watching in total fascination and sexual awe as she exploded in a series of jerking pelvic raptures. I clenched my teeth and dared not move my hand too far and bump the door inches in front of me. I know Mary Ann didn't expect me to be standing outside the door peeking through the gap in the door so trembling with excitement I tried to masturbate as quietly as I could while still taking in all her lust-filled exposure. It was all too much for me. As I watched her slick inner lips swell and part, I tensed and held my muscles tight as her throaty cries filled my ears. I slid down thrusting my hips upward mimicking sinking my cock deep in between those wet pink lips and on deeper into my lovely wife. I stared hard at those repeated jerks of her dark soaked crotch. She gasped again and again as one orgasm after another overtook her. I had never elicited this kind of reaction from her before with my hard cock, my fingers or my ever-eager tongue. But instead of making jealous, I joined her in her ecstasy. As she writhed in orgasm I rose up on my toes and went over the edge myself. I tried my best to be silent but as the first convulsion hit I gave a sharp intake of breath followed by a very audible sigh. I swear the first jet of my cum impacted the bathroom door and shook it just a little. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I kept squirting over and over and over again, feeling my cum shoot out, hearing it splash against my side of the door. When I opened my eyes, besides being drained and satisfied, I was totally stunned. I looked down and saw I had squirted all over the bathroom door. But what amazed me most was the amount. It honestly looked as though I had poured about a cupful of creamy white semen down the door! I guess I had missed my beautiful wife after all. For a few more moments I didn't move or make a sound. Then I heard a loud exhale and a very audible "Mmmmm," come from the bathroom. It was Mary Ann and she sounded so satisfied. Her climax must have been a good one. I watched her rinse her fingers and her legs off. That made me realize I still had some cleaning up of my own to do. I reached back in to my pants pocket and pulled out my handkerchief. I quickly dabbed up my mess the best I could holding on to the door handle so the bathroom door didn't move and give me away. All of a sudden the shower shut off and I froze. I stumbled back, awkwardly pulling up my briefs and pants at the same time. I backed out of the bedroom and straightened myself up. I threw my cum soaked handkerchief into the spare bathroom and then turned back around. I called out, "Dear, I'm home!" I walked back into our bedroom and on into the bathroom. It was almost comical that look of embarrassment on my wife's face as she still stood there in the shower stall. Of course she had no idea I had just watched her put on a spectacularly erotic one-woman show, but she was surely blushing. I held out a bath towel and I smiled as I leering looked up and down her beautiful naked body, "I'm sorry I didn't come home sooner and join you." Her face went beet red at that thought. I grinned a very devilish and very knowing grin. Masturbation Explored My husband has always wanted me to masturbate in front of him. I had explained to him I have always been very discrete about that kind of thing and I didn't think I could do that in front of him or anyone else for that matter. The subject wasn't brought up until a week later. My husband approached my masturbating problem one evening and said he had an idea. What if he watched thru a window while I played with myself? I hated disappointing my husband so I said I would try. We decided the next night would be a good night. This would happen after dark of course so the neighbors couldn't see my husband looking into our house. My husband told me he had left a tape in VCR in our room thinking it might be able to help my mood. He left the house and I went to take a shower first. When I walked into our bedroom I saw a box on the bed. I took the lid off the box and dropped my jaw. Inside was a red see thru lacy baby doll nighty. I have never worn anything like that before but had to admit it was pretty. I took it into the bathroom as I headed to take my shower. Thirty minutes later, I was clean and all dressed up in my new attire. I went to our window and opened the blinds enough that my husband could see in but not everyone else. I then sat on the edge of our queen size bed and started the tape. As the picture came to life I realized my husband had put in a porno tape hoping it would get my juices flowing enough to be able to carry out our plan. He was right. I have never been with another woman but watching these two go at each other started exciting me. I scooted to the middle of the bed propping two pillows behind my head so I could still see the TV. I could feel the dampness beginning between my legs. I started fondling my already erect nipples thru my gown. Making slow circles around each one and pinching enough to send a shock thru my body. I trailed one hand down my stomach to the dampness between my legs. I started massaging gently getting even more worked up as I kept watching the action on the tape. Spreading my legs wide, I slipped a finger inside my panties touching my lips. I began playing with them when I felt how wet I was. I started gently massaging my clit. I had never been so wet or aroused in my life. Seeing the women use vibrators on each other had me aching for something to be inside me. I leaned over to my nightstand and pulled out an 8 inch vibrator. I am sure my husband almost fainted at that point since he didn't know I owned one. I said I couldn't do this in front of people but I didn't mention what I did when I was alone. I turned it on and trailed it over an erect nipple before sliding it down my stomach to the ache I wanted to sooth. As it touched my clit, a shiver went thru me making my back arch. My pussy welcomed the feel of my vibrating toy. I slid it in and out slowly while massaging my clit. As the tension in my body grew I picked up the pace with my toy and in no time my hips were gyrating and coming off the bed as I got closer to getting off. I was so into the pleasure I was feeling, I had actually forgotten about my husband outside our window. I heard a faint thud against the glass and was reminded of the eyes that were watching me fuck myself. Suddenly, the thought of being watched was a turn on and made me want to do things I hadn't done before. I wanted to make sure my husband enjoyed my show. I upped the speed a notch on my vibrator and fingered my clit faster and faster until I could take no more. My hips came off the bed as I reached the peak of my climax and screamed out. My body fell back onto the bed leaving me trembling and out of breath. A few minutes went by before I caught my breath and quit trembling. I had just got off the bed when my husband entered the room with a look of lust and amazment. I gave him a wicked little smile as he made his way to me. He kissed me deeply and told me I had never excited him as much as I did tonight. He undressed me and laid me on the bed letting his hands roam over my body and stopping when his hand reached my still wet pussy. He started playing with me and my body came to life squirming at his touch. He got me off again with his fingers before getting on top and fucking me until we were both exhausted and fell asleep. When we woke up the next morning, still feeling the effects from the night before I let him watch as I played with myself and this time he stayed in the house. This has opened a whole new chapter in our sex lives. Masturbation Fantasy I've been getting a lot of requests asking me to post some new audio here at Literotica, so here you go. This file is a masturbation fantasy, complete with an orgasm. I hope you enjoy it. I'm blushing just thinking about the fact that I've put something so intimate as the sound of me coming out there for anonymous people to hear, so I'll post this quickly, before I change my mind. Happy Holidays! KR Silkenvoice * * * * * Click Here to listen. (10 min/mp3) * * * * * Masturbation for Two Our story opens with a phone conversation between Judy and Chrystal, two young girls who have been, as they say, BFFs since grade school. "So Chrystal, what are you and Jude going to do for his eighteenth birthday?" "I can't believe he's finally turning eighteen, he's such a boy, I feel like I've been eighteen for months now." "Come on Chrys, it only been two weeks." "Yeah but girls are so much more mature than boys it feels a lot longer than that. With my parents gone for the weekend I'm going to let Jude come over tonight for his birthday." "Are you gonna let him do it to ya for his b-day?" "As if, Judy Lynn Harris, you know me better than that, I'd never do it with a boy like Jude, besides I told him I was saving myself." What Chrystal didn't tell her boyfriend was she wasn't necessarily saying herself for marriage, just for a better boy than Jude. "What are you going to do when he gets all hot and bothered and tries to convince you to do It.?" "Oh I got that all figured out, I'm gonna tell him I want to watch him play with himself and when he shoots off he won't feel like it anymore." "Eu Chrystal that's disgusting, you going to watch him shoot his goo all over. Have you ever seen a boy do that? I watched my older brother do it one time and it just shoots out, you don't know when or where it's gonna go." "God that sounds hot, I wish I had an older brother, you are so lucky. Listen my mom's calling me. I'll call you tomorrow and tell you how it went. Bye." It felt good to Chrystal to be home alone and even though she had no plans of giving anything away to Jude, she still wanted to look hot for him. She filled the tub with steaming water and added a lot of her mother's favorite scented bath oil plus some bubble bath that she had. She stood naked before the full-length mirror trying to decide what she wanted to do with her little patch of pubic hair. She loved that she could shave it into different shapes but decided to leave the heart that she was wearing now because it looked hot. She studied her body in the mirror, yeah maybe she was a little chubby but she loved the way her tits looked and her friend Judy always told her she had a killer ass and besides if, she was so fat why was Jude drooling over her every day. No, she liked her extra weight cause it made her look sexy. She crawled into the steaming tub it was so hot but it felt good and she laid her head back on the pillow her mom installed and just relaxed. When she put her hand between her legs, she just teased herself, rubbing ever so softly. She let her finger open her slit slightly and traced the canal up to her clit. She hadn't planned to do anything but oh; it was throbbing so finally she rubbed just the tip with her nail. It was like an explosion of passion and she just had to, so she spread herself apart so her clitty was all exposed and then she took it in her fingers and rubbed until she came. She let go of her clit and had every intention of going back to bathing but the itch was still within her so she went back to work with her fingers only this time more slowly as the tension was gone she could enjoy it nice and slow. Chrystal lost track of how many orgasms she had until she noticed the tub water was now quite cool. She reluctantly got out of the tub and as she dried off with the big fluffy towel, she knew that no boy would ever be able to please her as well as her own two fingers. That night when Jude came over, she thought it cute that he was so nervous as for her she was cool and calm but of course, she knew that Jude wasn't getting any that night. As instructed, he brought pizza and although she kinda missed up his birthday cake, it leaned to one side and was a little flat; he still thanked her for it. The cake tasted all right and with the pizza and the Pepsi she had, it was an all right dinner. After they ate, she asked him if he wanted to go to her bedroom to make out. She almost laughed when she saw him try to hide his boner as they walked upstairs. Chrystal wanted to make sure Jude knew right away that they weren't going to do it but first she wanted to tease him a little more. "Jude you know I really like you and I wanted to give you something special for your birthday." She stopped talking and they began to make out, she noticed he was so excited she began to think he might go off before he even got it out of his pants. She stopped kissing him but she had to push him away with both hands to get him to stop, it was so funny he was panting like a puppy dog. "Jude you know we can't do it, I'm saving myself, but since it's your birthday I decided I'd let you play with yourself as I watched. Would you like that, I think it would be bitchen to watch as you did it, you can even cum if you want to." He told her no but she knew he didn't mean it and just to tease him a little more she made her nipples hard with her finger so they stuck out of her sweater, and that was all it took. It was so hot to watch him pull his pants down and she giggled when his boner popped out of his unders. He said he was embarrassed to be naked in front of her when she had all her clothes on but she said too bad and told him to start because she wanted to watch. When she talked with Judy the next day she told her that he shot off in about a half a minute and it went all over her dress. She said she got mad at him for going on her outfit but secretly she didn't mind. After she made him leave, she put her finger in his goo and tasted it and that was hot but she didn't tell Judy about that part. Masturbation Fun in the Office Elaine was a twenty-something brunette with two of the most gorgeous legs and feet I've ever seen. She often wore open-toed, sling-back low-heeled shoes, so I could see most of her delicious foot. She usually wore flesh-colored nylons which just showed off her amazing, muscular legs. Even though she wasn't tall, she may have been about 5'6", she still had legs better than most models. She always wore a nice business suit with a skirt and jacket. Her perky breasts looked great under her white blouses, and her amazing ass was done justice by the tight fitting skirts. She had wonderful hair—just like the kind in the shampoo commercials. She was born in England and had the sexiest accent. Even though she'd been in New York since she started college, she never lost a bit of her it. Elaine's weakest feature was her face with its pointy nose and slightly crooked teeth. But even then, she was so charming, and her body was so unbelievably sexy, that the slight imperfections were overlooked. Not that I was Mr. Universe or anything. I just graduated from junior college and was saving to go to a four-year college out of state. I was a doughy 20 year old who had only been with a few women—and when I started this job at this management consulting firm, I was in the middle of a long, painful dry-spell. It felt like a million years since I had sex and I was horny as hell. I never worked in a professional office before. I accepted this job as an administrative assistant in this mid-town Manhattan consulting firm without any idea of what the office culture was like. This was the middle of the "go-go" 80s, and everyone acted like they were in an Oliver Stone movie. They played the corporate role to the hilt. To my surprise, I found the women in power very sexy. I also loved all the incredibly sexy suits that showed off their legs. I was always looking down at them—sometimes I unknowingly ogled them. There were several women I couldn't control myself around. Elaine was one of them. My primary job was to assist people in Division C by hand delivering reports and inputting info into the system. Elaine worked in Division A, so I did not get to see her often. Once a month I had the privilege of delivering to Elaine a particular report. The entrance to Elaine's cube was hidden. She had a lot of privacy there. Late one Friday afternoon in June, I walked into Elaine's cube to deliver the report. I saw two things that froze me. First, I saw her shoes under her desk. She was in the process of changing from shoes to sneakers. She was sliding little white ankle socks over her bare left foot as I walked into her cube. (I could have sworn that she wore hose earlier in the day.) I sheepishly apologized. "Don't be silly," replied Elaine. "It's just feet!" Little did she know how I felt about her feet. She asked me to put the heavy report on her desk. As I did, I walked further into her cube and stood just in front of Elaine who was now putting her sneaker on. Directly in front of me was an open drawer—specifically the lower-right hand drawer. I could see into the drawer and thought I died. She kept a bag of panty-hose in there! Resting on top of the clear plastic bag was the pair she wore that day! My back was to Elaine, so she couldn't see me look down. I pretended that I didn't see. As I turned to go out of the cube, I asked her what her plans for the weekend were. She said that she was going to her boyfriend's house in New Jersey for the weekend. I replied, "That sounds like fun! I gotta work this weekend and I'm pissed." Elaine consoled me as she grabbed her purse, shut her drawer and left the office. I followed her out of her cube and wished her a great weekend. The next day I rolled into work at about noon. I hated coming in on Saturdays. Mid-town Manhattan is like a ghost-town, except when the tourists roll in during the late-afternoon. I worked on the 40th floor of a building near Rockefeller Center. Whenever I worked on Saturdays, I would often hang out in the CEO's office and admire the view. Unfortunately we were so far behind that I couldn't even do that. The project Division C worked on all spring was delayed. Revisions had to be made, and I had to make my share of them. Of course, they finished their part by late Friday afternoon, so I had to do mine on Saturday...all alone. I was grousing about being the only person in the office on such a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Then I started thinking about Elaine and how much fun she was probably having in Jersey. That led me to remember our conversation and how I saw her bare foot. I got a little excited just thinking about it. I could see her shoes under her desk and her drawer full of panty hose. I could see her leaving for the weekend. WAIT! I said aloud: "She grabbed her bag and closed her drawer; but she didn't lock it! She ran out of here without her shoes and without locking her drawer!" My dick went hard. My breath went short. Could I? Should I? I'd never messed with someone's panties or shoes before. I started walking around the office to make sure no one was around, losing my hard on in the process. I ended up at Elaine's cube. Sure enough, her shoes were still there. I picked up the dark-brown sling-blacks and held the right one to my nose. It mainly smelled of leather, but it had a slight sweaty smell to it. My dick started to twitch with excitement. My breath became short again. I slowly licked the inside of her shoe, pretending that I was licking her foot. I got excited and started licking more and more and harder and harder until I was devouring her shoe. My cock was bursting through my jeans. I dropped her shoes, stood up, undid my pants and let them fall to my ankles. I sat down with my naked ass on her cloth seat cover. It felt so good. I then reached over with my right hand and opened the lower right hand drawer. There they were! It was like finding treasure! I sat there for a moment with my dick twitching in the air. My mouth was both wide open and smiling at the same time. I saw the pair she wore yesterday and grabbed them. I leaned back in her chair and couldn't believe that I was holding Elaine's pantyhose in my hand! I sniffed the crotch which reminded me of sex. It was a little musty, yet almost sweet. With each deep breath, I became lightheaded. I was getting drunk off of her aroma. I then moved the fabric that covered her luscious legs over my nose until I got to one foot. I couldn't believe how aromatic it was. It was so much stronger than the shoes. It was sickly sweet. I then tasted the leathery-sweet nylon and found myself in heaven. The other pantyhose leg accidentally rubbed against my cock. It was like an electrical pulse ran through me. I actually moaned a little, like I was getting a blow job. I took the nylon leg rubbing on my cock and actually inserted my dick into the leg. I bunched the nylon over my cock until it made a tight covering over it. I took the first leg and put it up against my nose and started sniffing while my other hand worked my shaft through the nylon. I was actually jerking off in the office and I was using Elaine's pantyhose to do it! I was intoxicated by this idea, the smell of the nylon, and the feel of my dick in the other leg. I was sensually moaning—which I never do when I jerk off! Each sniff made me jerk faster which made me breathe in harder. After a few moments, I was furiously stroking! I could fee the heat from rubbing against the nylon. I could also feel me orgasm build. I thought about Elaine and how much I wanted to fuck her. I thought about how hot it would be to fuck her in her cube. I thought about her legs and feet and how much I wanted them. I was so hot thinking that my dick, nose, and mouth were in her pantyhose, the same pantyhose that held her feet, ass, and legs. I felt my orgasm build and build until I couldn't take it anymore. Not wanting to ruin her pantyhose and run the risk of getting caught, I whipped the hose off my dick. I grabbed it hard, and after just a few strokes I blew my huge load. Globs of it flew in the air landing on her desk and her shoes (which were still at my feet). The pantyhose were in my left hand. Only a little saliva on one foot and a little pre-cum on the other indicated that I'd done anything. I balled the pantyhose up and rubbed it on my face while I recovered from my orgasm. I put the hose down and got a few tissues off of her desk. I cleaned myself up and then I cleaned her desk up and I mostly cleaned her shoes up. I cleaned all the cum that could be seen. I left a little that had dribbled down to where the balls of her feet are. I wanted a few droplets to touch her feet. I then placed her shoes back the way I found them and I did the same for the hose. I disposed of the tissues in the men's room. Monday morning I saw Elaine in the office kitchen. She had on the shoes from under her desk, and it looked like she had the pantyhose I had fun with. She jokingly asked me if anything eventful happened while I worked alone on Saturday. While looking down at her feet and legs I said, "Nope! Nothing at all." Masturbation in the Woods I suppose all these stories start off describing who the main character is, so I guess that is where I'll start. This story is about me and a very strange afternoon I had, which I feel like sharing with those who have deviant minds such as myself. I suppose you'll be wanting to know what I look like. I am 19 and I am 5 ft 1, so I am quite small, but I guess you could say I am pretty curvy. That's why I have been going for afternoon jogs lately, I'd like to tone up a bit. So now we have that out the way I will move onto my story. This afternoon I was out for a jog and generally I like to run for about an hour. It was a typical hot Australian afternoon, so I was sweating. I also needed to pee. Badly. Considering I was about half way around my usual circuit and my house was about half an hour away in either direction I was getting a little panicky. I was running through suburbia and there was no where private I could hide, until I remembered that if I took a detour I would pass a scrap of undeveloped bushland with thick grass and tall gum trees that would hide me from view. So as I entered this bushland I realised that the grass wasn't as thick as I remembered because there hadn't been much rain lately. So I wandered around in the bush for a while searching for the perfect place to drop my daks. Eventually I came across a rather large area of grass with a clearing in the middle. I knew I had to be careful around here because a lot of kids ride their dirt bikes through the area, because there were some ant mounds and fallen logs to do jumps on. I have to admit I was pretty nervous because I can't say I pee in public often, or ever really. Anyway, I look around just to make sure no one can see me, and when the coast is clear I pull down my pants, baring my below area to a couple of birds in a tree a few metres away. Finally I can crouch down and release! It feels good. In fact, it feels very good, because once I finish I realise I can feel some grass tickling my clit. Now I have to admit, I have been single for a very long time, so I have had to make best friends with my right hand. To be honest with you I love to masturbate. I do it at least twice a day, but lately I haven't had the chance. So it didn't really take much to make me horny. And I was really excited about doing it out in the open. I have always loved exhibitionism, I love reading about it, and I especially love watching exhibitionism porn. But I have never been brave to masturbate in a public place! But still I found my hand creeping down, nestling between my moist pubes. I could feel a slight breeze on my pussy, which excited me even more because it made me realise I was outside in a pretty public place. A shiver ran through my body. I ran my middle finger up the moistness between my legs and began to circle my clit. Instantly it felt amazing. I was so wet already! It felt so good I put my hand up my shirt to play with my nipples. Now this absolutely drives me insane, and my body began to spasm with ecstasy. My frigging increased, around and around my clit. I removed my hands from my breasts which were now hanging free released from my bra, and the cool breeze on my nipples excited me even more. My hole ached to be filled. I dipped my other hand deep in between my legs. Still flicking my clit, only gently now, to draw it out longer, I pushed my fingers further into my vagina. I started pushing harder and harder to replace the penis that wasn't there. This just felt so amazing to feel pebbles under my arse and hear the birds sing while I was getting myself off. I lay down because my legs couldn't withstand crouching anymore because the pleasure was too great. I stopped for a second and took off my shirt and bra, because I wanted to feel truly naked, and to be honest, the idea of someone watching from the nearby road was making me so horny! I was so close to bringing myself off. I wish I had more hands so that I could touch myself all over, my breasts, my wet hole, my clit, my anus. Instead I pushed as much of my hand into my vagina as I could. It felt good. But all of a sudden, even in this ecstatic state of mind, I heard a twig crack. I knew someone was watching. But I didn't care! I wanted them to watch. Again I swirled around my clit, slowly at first, trying to make this last as long as possible. And I suppose I was also putting on a bit of a show. I didn't want to look who it was, I liked the idea of the watcher being anonymous. I couldn't help it, I was so bloody horny now that I was about to orgasm. I pushed my hands further into my body, frigging my clit as fast as I could. A long moan escaped my lips. I started gasping and twitching, and I knew this was going to be a spectacular orgasm. My body started having spasms, and wonderful waves of pleasure ran through my body. It felt so good. It felt like ages that my body twitched and my juices flowed. I lay there in the earth my fingers firmly shoved up my vagina with my legs waving in the air. Eventually, the wonderful orgasm subsided and I lay there spent and out of breath. My pussy was practically oozing. I don't think I have ever been so horny before. Then I remembered, I had an audience. I grabbed my t-shirt and covered my breasts and sat up. At first I couldn't see anyone, but then over in the distance I saw a little puppy dog. I laughed, thinking that exhibitionism doesn't count when it isn't people who are watching. So I got up and put my clothes on, less shy that what I was when I first entered the small clearing. As I looked over towards the puppy again my heart started racing. A man was standing there next to the dog. The corner of his mouth curled up, in a sort of smile. I could'nt speak. I was kind of scared too, as much the idea excited me 2 minutes ago. He kept staring at me, and eventually he spoke. All he said was; "nice show!" nodding his head up and down. My face was flushed, not only from the satisfied warmth spreading from my pussy, but from the sheer embarrassment that someone had actually watched me frig myself. Now that my horniness has disappeared and I was satisfied, I felt a small amount of shame inside me. I didn't want to stick around and talk to him about it, so all I could think to do was run! I don't think I have ever completed my jog that fast in my life! So basically that's it. I still get horny when I think about it actually. In fact I can feel my pussy swelling and becoming slippery. I might go have another go at it! I hope you enjoyed my story. Masturbation Interrupted Coming out of the bathroom you hear a moan, which seems to come from the bedroom. You push at the half-closed door and take in the scene within. I am lying face down in the middle of the bed, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt. My hips raised and my hand between my legs. From your vantage point you have a perfect view of my arse, bared by the rucked-up t-shirt. Another moan and my hips thrust down to meet the fingers stroking my pussy. That arse is very tempting and I am being so naughty, masturbating in the middle of the day. You walk towards the bed, making no effort to hide your presence. Smiling you raise you hand and land a stinging blow on my arse cheek. I squeal in surprise and try to turn over, but you are there, with your hand planted firmly on my back. I struggle, wriggling around, trying to escape, but that one hand holds me firm. "Let me go," my breath is coming fast, partially from the struggle, but also from excitement. "You're a naughty little slut and you must take your punishment." "But..." "Silence!" Your voice has changed, no longer playful and for once I bite my lip and swallow my words. Turning my head I try to look at you, plead with my eyes, but you are focused on my arse. Another hard blow makes me jump and my skin sting and tingle. Can you feel the heat beneath your hand? Then your palm cups my buttock and strokes it gently, soothing the hurt. I release my breath in a sigh, but my relief does not last long, as a serious of blows rains down on both cheeks. Varying in intensity, some are hard and firm, some lighter, almost playful. My bottom is bright red and tingling before you pause to examine your work. Although I have tried to stay quiet, each spank was met with a moan. Now I hold my breath waiting for the next strike. I feel your hand stroking my buttocks, your fingers slipping between my thighs. "You're so wet little slut." And I am. My pussy is soaked in juice. You raise your fingers to your lips and I hear you suck them clean, tasting me. "Stay right there." I turn my head to catch sight of you stripping off your clothes hurriedly, your cock hard and erect. Maybe my punishment won't be so bad after all. Then you are on the bed behind me, pushing me forwards into the pillows as your tongue drives into my pussy. Your hands gripping my already abused arse cheeks. I feel your tongue exploring the inner lips of my pussy, my clit, dipping into my pussy before licking up towards my arse hole. I squeal in protest and try to move away from your tongue, but my position makes that impossible, I am held tight. Your tongue flicks over the sensitive skin of my arse, circling it, probing it with the tip. My protests have turned to moans of pleasure. As your tongue breaches my arse hole your fingers thrust into my pussy and I shudder in response. Your tongue is replaced by a finger, then two. Thrusting in and out of me, making me moan and push my hips back to take more of them. "Oh you like that, don't you? You're such a greedy girl." The fingers are removed and I feel your cock at my pussy entrance. This is what I want, so much. One hard thrust and you are ball-deep inside my tight, wet pussy. My loud moan is muffled by the pillow, but I want more of this. A few more hard thrusts and you withdraw. I can hear you breathing heavily behind me. Grasping my hips you hold them tightly as I feel the tip of your cock press against my arse. "No, not that, no," the words rushing out of my mouth. I try to wriggle, but am held too tightly. You press forwards and again I try to move away. A hard slap to my cheek and I feel you push again. The tip of your cock forces its way in and I moan a little in pain. I must feel so tight gripping the tip of your cock. But you push forwards slowly, taking more and more of me. "Stop, please, stop," I beg. I feel so stretched and full and can't take more. You ignore my plea, rubbing my clit with your fingers as you intrude further. I'm moaning and pleading, but you don't stop until my arse is full of you. I feel your balls against my pussy and know that I am filled to the rim with you. At this moment you pause and let out a huge sigh, before slowly rocking backwards and forwards so that your cock moves inside me. I feel pain and yet so much pleasure, a burning sensation that is driving me wild. You start to thrust in and out, slowly at first, feeling how my arse re-claims your cock. Then the pace quickens and I feel your balls banging against me as you fuck my arse with hard, deep strokes. I'm not sure either of us has much control and I know that I will cum soon. I feel the clenching of my stomach, the tightening of my thigh muscles and a tingling in my pussy and then it's here, my body jerks as the climax hits and my pussy and arse contract. You can feel my orgasm and my arse squeezes around your cock so tightly, as with one last hard thrust you fill me with your cum, your fingers biting into my hips. You lean forwards and plant a kiss on my back before slowly withdrawing. My ravaged arse oozing cum as you do.