10 comments/ 74249 views/ 2 favorites Morning Masturbation By: lilnymph28 It's a Saturday morning, cloudy and grey. As I slowly wake up, I can hear the rain thudding against the roof and windows. I wish I could fall back asleep and re-enter my dream world, an encounter that has left my pussy aching and moist, where you were teasing me and making me beg for my orgasm. I can almost feel your fingers running over my body, teasing my nipples before they run down my sides, making me quiver and shake with need. I squeeze my thighs together and let out an involuntary moan at the pleasure that brings. My pussy is wide awake, even if the rest of me isn't. I stretch my arm out for you, but you aren't there, and your side of the bed has grown cold. Gradually, I open my sleep encrusted eyes, rubbing them lightly to wake myself up. Lying on the table is a note from you.... "Ran to the store, home soon, be good, baby... kisses." I sigh, knowing my pussy will have to wait. I wish you would hurry and come back to bed to take care of my needy cunt. I curl up in the blankets thinking of all the ways I wish to be spending this morning. They all have to do with you. Touching you, feeling myself wrapped in your arms, licking the sweat off your chest. My thoughts start to take over. If you were only here with me, I would show you how much I cherish you. I would lick your body all over, teasing your nipples, and stomach, spending time sucking your belly button, and trailing down to your cock. I would lick the shaft up and down, give you butterfly kisses all along it, and then I would suck it all into my mouth, down into my throat, til you gave me your cum. I realize that I am running my fingers lightly over my breasts. My nipples are getting hard, and I am breathing deeper. I close my eyes, and let one hand slide down to my wet pussy. It's dripping now, fueled by my dirty mind and wandering hands. I run my fingers up and down my lips, spreading the moisture. God, I am so wet. I ache for your touch. If only you were there, if only it was your hands instead of my own that were rubbing me and making me ache. "God, you are such a needy little slut this morning, aren't you?" Your voice jars me from my fantasy world, and my eyes snap open. I was so involved in my dreams, I didn't hear the door open. I look at you, damp with rain, with your clothes plastered to your body. My fingers are still over my pussy, evidence of excitement coating them. "Good morning baby. I was thinking of you," I say laughingly. "So I see. Don't stop on my account... I want to watch you make yourself cum." I smile at you, and bite my lower lip as I resume playing with myself. You watch, your eyes glued to my pussy, as you strip off your own clothes. Watching me has made you hard, and you stand over me, stroking your cock. Knowing you are aroused is making me drip and ache for you even more. I raise one hand to my mouth, sucking my own juices off of it. It tastes so good, tangy and sweet at the same time, and I moan around my finger. "You like that, don't you? You like the taste of your own pussy." "Yes, I love it," I whisper, "but I like it better when I taste it on your cock." "Not now... right now, I want to watch you cum." I moan in frustration and need, and bring my hand back down to my pussy. I spread myself open with one hand, rubbing my exposed clit with the pad of my finger. It won't be long before I come. You're stroking your cock faster now. I love the sound your hands make as you work yourself along with me. I can see the pre-cum glistening at the tip as I stare at your rock hard dick. I need it inside me so badly, and as I continue to work my clit with one hand, I slam 2 fingers inside my hole. "That's it baby, fuck yourself for me. Show me how bad you need to cum." I'm moaning constantly now, pressing my hips up so that my fingers hit me just right inside while I rub my clit harder. I look into your eyes, and the look on your face as you watch me pushes me over the edge. "Oh my god, baby, I'm cumming!" I scream, as my juices pour over my hand. I keep fucking myself through my orgasm, twisting in pleasure on the bed. "That's it baby, cum for me!" you shout, "I'm gonna cum too! Here it is!" And your cock shoots out a ribbon of cum, spraying my breasts and belly. I lie there, catching my breath, with my legs spread and my hands still trapped between them. You smile at me and grab your discarded t-shirt. "Good morning, baby," you whisper tenderly, as you lean over and kiss me. "Let me help you clean that up." Gently, you use your soaked t-shirt to wipe your cum from my body. Once I'm clean, you lift me up, and pull me to the bathroom, where you lead me into the shower. I smile to myself, knowing the weekend is just beginning, thinking of all the fun we're about to have with each other. Morning Masturbation Here it is 7:00AM, I'm lying in bed with my six inch hard on, which you can't see (nor feel) as it is concealed under the covers. Meanwhile you're sitting at the computer in the corner of our bedroom. I give myself a few obligatory strokes. And yes, I want to fuck, but you're mind is elsewhere, off in the distance of some far away land (so much for computer games). I squeeze my thighs tightly against my balls, just to make myself extend even more. You pay no attention to me whatsoever, so I decide to be brazen and just be content lying here stroking my cock. I start off slowly enough, just teasing myself as it may be. Letting my hand glide effortlessly up and down my shaft. Slow but deliberate, from base to head and back again. I lie on my side, so even if you were to glance over my way, you wouldn't be able to tell what I was doing. I stop every so often to massage my balls (every guy likes their balls caressed...for those all females who didn't know). But it only takes a few seconds before I'm back to slowly sliding my hand up and down my now throbbing hard on. Now my mind is elsewhere, thinking about the load of cum building up in my balls, thinking of the joy of release. I pick up the pace ever so slightly. Stroking myself a little faster. A bead of pre-cum slowly dribbles down the underside of the head of my cock. I use it for what God intended it to be, a lubricant. I massage it into the area just below the head using my forefinger. It makes my cock jump with anticipation. I fantasize that it's your tongue doing the tickling. But being ever the guy who enjoys a good tease, I go back to pulling on my prick. My grip gets a little tighter, the speed a little faster. What guy doesn't like to cum? Out of the corner of my eye I see you shifting in your seat. I sense you're about to get up, so with much dismay I let go of my cock, and let it bob against the blanket. My hunch was correct, as you stand up and stretch (I get a great side view of your tits and ass thru the thinness of your night shirt). You nonchalantly ask me what I'm doing and I lie ever so slightly by replying "Nothing". And with that you stroll over to the bathroom and shut the door. Thankfully my cock didn't lose too much of it's firmness, as I reach under the blanket to pick up where I left off. Only this time my hand is moving faster than before. I keep a keen ear tuned to the bathroom door, waiting to hear the eventual flush of the toilet. Now I'm at the point where I'm practically coaxing the cum from my prick. I want release. Again I squeeze my thighs together. My balls are beginning to tense against my body. I know it won't be long now. Just then I hear the toilet flush and I instinctively let go of my prick, damn the bad luck. I'm disheartened, but still very, VERY horny. I feel another bead of pre-cum making it's a way down my shaft and it practically tickles. Excuses are running thru my mind as to how I would explain myself if by some slim chance you would join me in bed. My cock begins to wilt at the thought but strangely enough the door doesn't open. Rather my cock jumps for joy as I hear the water for the shower begin to run. I know I have at least ten minutes of uninterrupted bliss. I quickly push down the blanket, lie back, and take hold of my prick once more. In a matter of thirty seconds I am back to full hardness. This time I stroke myself more deliberately, for I know I'm going cum. Faster and faster I pump my fist up and down. With my free hand I begin squeezing my balls, almost as if trying to urge it's release of it's built up sperm. I slow down just long enough to squeeze some more pre-cum from its tip, once again using it to tickle the underside of my now throbbing cock. I watch myself, anticipating what the outcome would be. I slow down, just long enough to quickly look around, I needed somewhere to cum. I couldn't very well mess up the sheets. My breathing was heavy and quick. Fortunately I located a pair of my wife's panties on the floor. I quickly scooped them up, and laid back on my side. While one hand went back to my cock, the other spread the nylon bikini panties out before me. And as more pre-cum dribbled from my prick, I let it ooze onto the crotch of the panties. For whatever reason, I found the sight of this very stimulating. My grip intensified. The clock within my head was at five minutes and counting. I squeezed my thighs together just about in time with my strokes. My hand was now flying up and down my shaft. Closer and closer. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer. Seconds before I knew I would blow my load I slowed down. I wanted to tease myself just a bit more. I opened my legs and massaged my balls some more. I squeezed them, I pushed them together and then I did one at a time. I rubbed them with the palm of my hand. And finally once again I gripped both of them together with my fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze. Meanwhile, it's kind of funny to see your cock actually bob and throb with your heartbeat, but that's exactly what was happening. I took hold of my cock once more and squeezed out the last bit of pre-cum. From there I went back to full fledge masturbation. Time was of the essence now. If I was to find any relief, it would have to be soon. I took my fore finger, middle finger and thumb and began masturbating just the head of my cock. The pre-cum helped make it a bit easier. I was inching ever so close now. I looked down at myself again. Aching for release I took hold of my cock once more. With a full grip, I began moving my hand up and down. Lying on my side once again, my right hand pushing and pulling on my cock. I felt my balls tighten a bit more as I squeezed them with my thighs. I looked at the beige colored bikini panties laid out before me, lining up my shot(s) if you will. My breathing was rather heavy and quick now. Time was of the essence now. My hand flew up and down my cock now, at lightening quick speed. Fore finger and thumb wrapped around the head, with the rest wrapped around my shaft. Suddenly I reached the point of no return, as I gritted my teeth the first spurt jettisoned out of my prick, landing about two feet past its intended target. In succession the other five spurts landed more so on the panties. With the few remaining dribbles rubbed squarely on to the crotch for good measure. I continued a slow stroke to be sure I was totally empty. I was admiring my handiwork when it was then that I heard the shower shut off. I quickly scooped up the panties, wet cum and all, then proceeded to wipe up the remaining cum and/or rub it into the sheets. I immediately shoved the panties under the bed (hidden by my shoes), and covered the wet spot with the blanket. I put on my underwear from the night before (to catch any remaining dribbles...I still had to take my shower). I turned on TV with the guise of watching ESPN. By the time she came out of the bathroom I was laying there as cool as a cucumber. I just smiled to myself knowing what transpired not two minutes earlier. "Not too bad for an OLD guy I thought to myself. Fifty-three and I can still cum like a teenager (I just don't get an erection as quickly as what I used to afterwards)". I guess there are some advantages to being a late bloomer. If truth be known, I still jerk off about four times a week. And I still have sex with my wife at least twice a week! I guess that little boy in me refuses to grow up. Then again, I don't think there's a woman in the world who can make a man feel as good as what his own hand does. Morning Masturbation I LOVE the shower. I love everything about it. I love the way my body feels when the hot water beats down on my bare skin; how I become red all over because of the temperature. I love the slick, sudsy bubbles that flow over my breasts, legs, belly and cunt as I move my hand all over to wash and caress myself. The shower is my secret naughty place to play. When I'm in the shower I feel free to explore every part of who I am with no worries about being watched (although I like that too, but that's another story), no worries about getting dirty or messy, so I do whatever comes to mind. I love to pee on myself; I love the incredible dirty release that comes with it. I know why so many people do it: it feels good and wrong. One of my very favorite things to do in the shower is masturbate with the shower hose. Most mornings I wake up so horny, I jump into the shower, turn on the hot steamy water and in no time my clit begins to fill and throb with the rhythm of the water beating down on my sudsy body. As I rub my pussy with warm bubbles, I flick my pulsing clit and moan in pleasure. I slide both of my hands up over my tummy feeling every curve on my soft body. I run my hands over my big tits, squeezing my hard nipples to say good morning, and then go back down to touch my clit again; it's begging for more. I wrap my hands around, washing my ass making sure to pay attention to my sweet little asshole. I circle my fingers around, rubbing inside, tugging and stretching it while my pussy pulses. I take down the showerhead to wash off the soap, taking time get every bubble and caress every part of me. Then the real fun begins; I unscrew the hose, tossing aside the shower head, the water throbs in a straight line, like a long hard cock begging to get inside me. My pussy drips, wet and ready for an orgasm. I slowly point the long hard stream on my clit and flick at it with the water, imagining that my pussy is being shot with hot cum over and over again. I crouch down letting the water have all of my pussy. Flicking faster and harder, I moan in pleasure rocking and bucking up and down, riding the water stream. I do everything I can to hold back my sweet orgasm, but my pussy feels like it is going to burst; I let go, fucking my clit, thrusting wildly, I purr loudly, "Oooohhhhhhh fuuuuccckkk" and cum. But it's not over yet; I am not done. I shove the hose up my hungry ass, filling it full of water. My pussy, tired from my amazing orgasm, throbs again, excited at the prospect of another fuck. The water fills my belly to the point of bursting; a tear runs down my cheek. It feels so fucking amazing; hot, full, painful and wrong. I slide my free hand to my pussy and plunge my fingers deep inside, groping my G-spot, loving that yummy spongy bundle inside my pussy that gives me an orgasm like no other. I scream out "uuhhhhhh" as the water gushes back out of my ass spraying the walls, making me feel like I am going to cum again from the relief alone. I fill myself up over and over, spraying the walls with hot water. I lay down in the shower, alternating between shoving the hose up my pink asshole and pounding my clit again. I fill up my ass one last time, holding the water inside my belly, tears streaming down my face from the pain and pleasure, wanting so badly to let it out, I fuck myself again. My pussy swollen and full, I shove the hose inside, finding my G-spot, shooting the water on that bundle of pleasure until I can't hold it anymore. I shoot the water I've been holding out of my ass as I am cumming from the water pulsing inside me. The hose falls to the side of the tub as I collapse, exhausted from the amazing orgasms I just gave myself. I get out of the tub, dry off, get ready and go to work and no one ever knows the dirty little secret of how I clean myself. Morning Masturbation Just a quick morning orgasm that I thought I'd share! * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (7 min/mp3) * * * * *