Author's note: Though this night and weekend took place years ago, the memory is as fresh as this morning, and I'm relating it to you exactly as it happened. If you enjoy reading it as much as I am writing it (I've masturbated many times as I'm writing, and expect to 'do it' again and again!) Please let me know especially if it provides inspiration for your own masturbation sessions.
I lay there in a daze, elated by what had happened; as overjoyed as I was by watching myself cum so frantically and profusely (it seemed to just keep flowing out of me, and I wanted so badly to be able bend down and take the head of it in my mouth... I've dreamed about doing that in just the last year or two, several times -- it's good!)
I knew that the next time I came; it would be into the now slightly used watermelon lying beside me! I'd not yet caught my breath entirely, but I felt myself swelling and stirring at the thought, and lovingly curled my fingers around myself again.
This time, I opened the lesbian fuckbook to get myself going, and it didn't take long at all. Watching and hearing a woman masturbate (when she's unaware that anyone is watching,)
and women with women have always been my hottest buttons; in the last year or so, watching shemales jerking and cumming, and cumming while getting fucked (preferably by another shemale)
is coming up a very close third place! Fueled by what I was reading and, naturally, the girl-on-girl pictures in the magazines I'd bought I was full and hard, jutting stiffly upward into my amorous fingers again.
Without losing my place in the book, I rolled over and entered my ever-willing lady lover again, fucking her slow and easy, luxuriating in each thrusting, curling, grinding, undulating movement of my hips and buttocks pushing me in and up close against her again and again... god, it felt good!
The heroine in the book I was reading -- a young single woman who had become infatuated with an older married lesbian -- had agreed during a torrid session in bed with her to let her lover's husband ass-fuck her, and was just getting 'forced entry' there from him from behind as she lay in her lady-lover's arms, getting a vigorous finger-fucking from her at the same time. The explicit details of her 'first time' anal got me really hot and hard; the tension in my belly began to churn with that sense of urgency I love so much, and, fantasizing that it was I who was fucking the young virgin ass, laid the book down, reached down to hold my lover's ass with both hands and watched my hard, slippery dick sliding in and out.
My 'lover's' ass was not tight enough to be virgin, but was still snug enough -- in spite of the beating it had taken earlier -- to feel really good to my stiff dick! I began to breathe harder and faster, to fuck her harder and faster, and, rejoicing in the unlimited freedom of being totally alone to express my feelings, to moan and whimper and whisper breathlessly to my dick as I watched it, hypnotized, ravishing the young lesbian's open ass ... The sensation of imminent, flooding release filled and overwhelmed my belly and my senses.
I threw my head back and, with wave after wave of chill bumps sweeping over me, closed my eyes surrendered helplessly to losing control, continuing to thrust (somewhat spastically, as my body bucked and shook beneath the force of the spasms and contractions,)
sensuously and voluptuously into my willing, waiting mistress, pouring myself out into and onto her all through (and even after, it was so good!) the glorious splendor and wonder and warm, free-flowing wetness of wailing, sobbing utterly shameless and unrestrained, joyously self-inflicted ejaculation.
At last, I pulled out and rolled over onto my back, my legs apart, and lay for a while, enjoying the warm after-glow while catching my breath. In the languor of sated satisfaction, I turned my head to look at the clock, and smiled again -- it was a few minutes after eleven, and I was having the time of my life! Thus far, my plan was succeeding beyond my wildest imagination! The watermelon was turning out to exceed even the most favored report I'd heard, and, though I'd lost count at fourteen mini-orgasms during my first session, there'd been many more, so that I knew I'd gone way beyond my goal. And just I'd enjoyed two of the most intense orgasm/ejaculations I'd ever experienced!
For the first time since I'd climbed into bed, I got up, visited the little boys' room and went into the kitchen for a moment, walking around in the house totally naked. Back in the bedroom, I gazed down at the sumptuous sex-feast still spread before me, but now, I took my lesbian book and a magazine to the sofa, where I sat down with my legs apart. I felt so wicked sitting there where the ladies of our church group had sat many times, wondering at the expression on their faces if they could but see me now! In the book, the matron's husband, after filling his wife's young same-sex lover's ass full of hot, creamy cum, got up and left the room and the house, just as he'd promised, as the two women went back into each other's waiting arms.
As I read about them kissing deeply, tongues tangling ardently with arms and legs entwined, touching and exploring soft, steamy, intimate places, I thought of one of the church ladies -- a voluptuous woman of about forty, and her daughter, a ravishing beauty of about twenty, single but still living at home. Of course, I'd fantasized and masturbated many times about ravishing each one of them in bed in her turn, but never -- until inspired by the lovers in my book -- together! I'd not yet touched myself, but the thought of mother and daughter in bed together, doing the things the women in my book were enjoying took my breath completely away; my cock went from a gentle swelling, rising condition as I was getting back in the mood to an instant, almost painful rock-hard erection.
My heart , mind and soul entered a zone of intense arousal, and I had neither the desire or ability to resist the urge to spread my legs as far apart as they would go and curl my fingers tightly around it and pull that warm, velvety sheath down hard, stretching it so tightly around my palpitating glans that it hurt! I was stunned beyond comprehension, I simply sat there, gasping heavily, my heart hammering wildly in my chest, my aching cock jutting and straining and reaching upward and outward thru the white-knuckled fist pressing into the furry mound at its base, every nerve and fiber and muscle of my body rigid in expectation.
Having helped her husband remodel their house, I knew it well, and had even been able some few times to furtively sniff the soiled panties of them both during that time, and so the visions crowding thru my feverish brain were enhanced for being able to picture them together in bed, first in the mother's, then in the daughter's bedroom! I knew that her husband worked all day, that she did not, and that their fair daughter attended classes at a local college a couple of hours each day, so that there was almost unlimited opportunity for them to enjoy each other -- to languish in their forbidden love and lust for hours on end, if they wanted!
Of its own volition, the hand still tightly clutching my petrified cock began to move up and down, and in my fantasy I could hear the soft sexy sounds of mother and daughter making sweet, incestuous love -- the breathless mewling and moaning into each other's mouth as they kissed so long and so deep, the whispered words of endearment and sighs of pleasure as one reached for a hot, honeyed secret place and the other moved so willingly to offer it. I laid my head back and gave myself up so very wantonly and shamelessly to own sinful openness and the luscious stroking servicing it, my eyes closed, my mouth open wide in silent and eloquent tribute to what was happening to me.
Almost none of my myriad of regular fantasies, though nurtured and refined thru countless sessions of unrepentant masturbation, had been conceived and brought to life 'on the couch' as this one had just been, and it was so much more erotic and provocative for being fresh in its infancy as I paid immediate tribute to it, giving free rein to the steamy visions crashing thru my feverish brain as I pumped myself unmercifully! The need and that sense of imminence to which I am so hopelessly addicted rose up from the depths of my churning, undulating belly with a swiftness and urgency that brought hot tears to my eyes and it never occurred to me to attempt to delay or restrain what was 'cumming.'
Hot tears of joy rolled down my cheeks as I continued to pummel myself; my soft, sexy grunting gradually grew loud and harsh, finally evolving into a ragged, strangled cry of anguished triumph; at this point, I usually pull my foreskin all the way back and clutch myself tightly as nature takes its course, but this time I kept pumping hard and fast, my anguished cry punctuated by loud, shameless sobs as one of the hottest, wettest ejaculations I've ever experienced came gushing up and pouring out the end of my thudding cock! The fireplace and mantle with its clock is situated directly across from the sofa -- the third ejaculation of my Masturbation Marathon, from my fingers' first curling around my hard, gluttonous cock to its warm, creamy cum flowing out over them, had taken just over five minutes! To be continued...
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