My legs spread wide, I dipped a finger between my swollen labia, drawing out the sweet nectar within. I rubbed my wet finger against my clitoris, pinching, teasing, rubbing, bringing myself closer and closer to release. Slowly I dipped into the folds of my pussy, allowing the flow of sexual energy to subside before taking off once again.

The tension grew, and I spread my legs wider. Sweat trickled in the valley between my tingling breasts, and I leaned my head back and rubbed myself vigorously, letting that special sexual electricity flow within me.

Muscles clenched, breath held, I was swept up by a deeply penetrating orgasm. My pelvis bucked, my legs kicked, my stomach muscles knotted and released. It went on and on, this explosion of sexual energy deep within my core. Gradually it subsided, my passion gently gliding ever downward from one pleasurable plateau to another, relaxing, calming, until finally I stretched out on the bed, completely at peace and a little bit sleepy.

Haven’t you noticed these days how masturbation, in all its many forms, is becoming a favorite activity for the sexually adventurous rather than just a cure for the sexually frustrated? You have to admit it’s great fun. The ability to set your own tempo, pressure, and placement of fingers or hands almost always insures a first rate orgasm.

I’ve been masturbating ever since I became sexually aware but, unlike most people, I enjoy masturbating most when I’m sharing the passion with a partner. Rare is the individual, it seems, who can sit with their partner and masturbate into oblivion.

Masturbation is, of course, the most private of private acts, and it took some practice before I felt really comfortable sharing it with someone else. But once I got into it, I found it most fulfilling. Nothing comes close to the act of jerking off while watching your partner do the same.

I am a very sexual woman, always have been. But I’m a career woman and need to concentrate on my work before I can make any serious commitments. While I don’t want a regular love in my life at the present, I don’t want to be without sexual fulfillment altogether.

One night I was at a party held in celebration of a friend’s publishing debut. The room was packed wall to wall with an array of literary folks, many of whom were unattached men. The energy was abundant, the scent of high summer was in the air, and the music was pounding rhythmically, erotically.

There was one man who especially caught my eye. Dark, wild eyed and longhaired, he had the look that sends my heart racing. After spending an hour trading surreptitious glances, I shored up my courage and approached him.

We talked and danced and had a wonderful time. Then he asked me back to his place. I said no. Not that I wasn’t tempted. He told me he was attracted to me and wanted to make love with me. And he said it in a creamy smooth voice and with much sensitivity, behind which I sensed a sexual volcano ready to erupt.

During our conversation, I let my gaze linger on what I considered a gorgeous specimen of masculine hunkiness. He embodied the ultimate sex symbol for me and I’m not afraid to admit it. The fact of the matter is, I didn’t want to talk to this guy. I didn’t even want to know his name. I simply wanted to experience sexual energy in his presence.

He wasn’t any more subtle than I was. His eyes feasted on the shape of my thinly veiled breasts and rested on the delicate curve of my tiny waist and the promise of a small ass beneath my flowing skirt.

During all this I was trying to figure out how to enjoy passionate sex with this guy but not go home with him. I didn’t want all the entanglements that could result. In fact, I didn’t want to fuck him. I was just filled with sexual energy that needed release.

I came up with the almost comical idea of going into the bathroom with him, tearing my clothes off and masturbating while he watched. Crazy, I know, but the imagination will play untidy tricks under stressful conditions. So after he asked me to his place and I said no, I unabashedly blurted out, “But we might be able to find a quiet place here.” He laughed and said, “We might at that. But I don’t have any protection.”

I was truly grateful, for both his honesty and his concern. I was also incredibly nervous, for I was about to experience the wonder of all wonders, real wish fulfillment.

We moved through the house, looking into closets, entryways and bedrooms, but not until we passed a bathroom did we find a place that was secluded. I motioned to my newfound to follow me in. he did, and we locked the door and immediately went for it.

To put it mildly, we ravaged each other. I unbuttoned my blouse and offered him my full breasts. He held them in his hands and sucked hungrily, pulling my hardened nipples into his mouth, massaging my soft flesh in his hands. Our already heightened sexual impulses went crazy with the added excitement of getting it on with only a closed door between us and about a hundred other people.

I tugged at his belt and had his pants down in no time. Wrapping my hands around his hard flesh, I wondered what it would feel like inside me. At the same time I felt movement under my dress my panties being pulled down, then hands groping my ass and thighs and finally, gently, fingertips on my vagina.

I glanced at the bathroom counter and saw a bottle of moisturizer. Squirting some into my hands, I gave my partner a quick, vigorous rubdown. His cock felt so good in my hands. Hard, meaty, filled with expectation.

At that point someone knocked on the door. “Just a second!” I cried. Relief had to come, and it had to come fast. “Come on,” I whispered as I slid down to the floor. I lifted my skirt, spread my legs and started to masturbate like crazy.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered as he too slid to the floor. He pulled his pants completely off, wrapped his hands around his hard cock and started pumping away.

Neither one of us could help but laugh while we masturbated. It was a totally outrageous thing to be doing with a total stranger. But obviously we were both having a great time. I feasted my eyes on his hard cock while I rubbed my clit. I’d never seen a man jerk off before, and there was something incredibly exciting about it. His cock looked so big and hard in his strong hand.

I looked into his eyes and saw him staring at my breasts. I pushed them together with my arms while I continued to rub myself and watched as his eyes grew larger and his pumping action increased.

The sexual energy in that little bathroom was intense, and before long I felt myself on the verge of coming. I spread my legs even wider and really got into it. I dug into myself with unleashed fury, my juices flowing, my pelvis beginning to undulate as the pleasure increased. Across from me my partner had one hand on his cock and the other massaging his balls, his legs stretched out in front of him, beads of perspiration forming on his forehead.

Our eyes locked as we both came. I felt my body heave as I stared into his dark eyes. His face twisted and contorted as he neared climax. I looked down and watched as a long stream of semen flew out of his cock and landed all over his bell and ran down his hands. I exploded at the sight of his released pleasure. My legs bucked, my pelvis contracted and I forced myself to keep all screams down to a whispered cry of ecstasy.

Moments later there was another knock on the door, and we both snapped out of a post orgasmic reverie. We looked at each other in embarrassment, as if we had suddenly appeared in the bathroom with our genitals exposed and no idea of how we’d gotten there!

Minutes later we were back at the party. I saw him only once later that evening, just before he was ready to go. He smiled at me from across the room and gave me a little wave. Then he was gone.

I wasn’t sorry to see him leave. It was one of those lifetime experiences that can only happen with the dark, wild eyed, longhaired men of your dreams. In fact, I was relieved that he didn’t try and make a big thing out of it. The sexual release was certainly welcome, though. It’s one thing to masturbate by yourself. There’s certainly a level of sexual release and fulfillment there. But masturbating with someone added a whole new dimension to the experience, moving it form a solitary pleasure to an intensely powerful shared experience.

Once I had a taste of this, I wanted more. Naturally you can’t go out onto the street and ask someone if they’d like to beat off with you, although the notion did cross my mind. But I felt certain that within my wide range of friends, I must have one or two who were open enough to share the thrill of getting off together.

My next experience with shared masturbation happened quite organically. One of my best girlfriends was feeling bored and lonely one weeknight, so I invited her over to visit. Tammy is one of the liveliest women I know. Always full of fun and adventure. Well, I shouldn’t have been surprised when she came over with a handful of x rated videos. According to her, if she couldn’t get the real thing, at least she could watch.

To be honest, this was a first for both of us. I’d glanced at men’s magazines, just out of curiosity, but I’d never taken the time to see a hardcore movie. Not because I’m a prude about it, but because the idea of watching all that hot sex and not having any release was just too difficult to face.

We made some popcorn and sat down for an evening at the movies, so to speak. No plot, no theme, no story. Just lots of steaming hot sex scenes. Tammy and I watched in complete silence as we saw one couple after another engage in some of the most passionate lovemaking imaginable.

“There’s something to this,” Tammy joked as we watched a man pull down his briefs to reveal an enormous, throbbing hunk of meat. “Perhaps one day I’ll get it firsthand again.” We both laughed kind of self consciously and continued staring at the screen, completely engrossed in the uninhibited sex play staged for our benefit.

My pulse rate increased with every passing minute, and the ache between my legs became increasingly difficult to ignore. When we were given a close up of a man driving his thick cock deep in a woman’s wet pussy, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. I turned to Tammy and in a hoarse whisper said, “Do you mind if I masturbate?”

“I’ll join you,” she answered, and before we knew it we had our jeans and panties off and were rubbing our pussies with complete abandon.

I watched the video for a while as I rubbed my natural lubrication all over my clitoris. When the man on the screen drove his cock into his lover, I drove my fingers into my vagina. The deeper he went, the deeper I went into my pussy.

What a feeling! No man had ever gone this deep into me before. The sensitivity of the flesh inside me sent spasms of pleasure through my body, making me cry out. I looked over at Tammy and saw that she was watching me, and before I knew it, she was driving her fingers deep inside herself.

We sat there on the couch, two horny girls splayed and driving our hands deep into our pussies. Tammy closed her eyes to the world and fell into oblivion. I slowly drew my fingers out drenched in my thick, milky lubrication, and a musky aroma filled my nostrils.

I pulled off my top because I wanted to be completely naked. Then I turned my attention back to the video and watched as a woman began to lick another woman’s pussy. I imagined the hot sensation of her tongue on my cunt, and my fingers gently glided up and down my engorged pussy lips, lightly over the nub of my clitoris and around the soft skin of the insides of my thighs.

Tammy was doing the same, watching not the video but me! I asked her to take her shirt off and felt a glow of delight as she exposed her large breasts, her dark nipples hard and erect. We were lost in a fog of lust, watching each other as we rubbed our pussies vigorously. Tammy had one leg crossed over the arm of the couch and the other leg flung wide, giving me a good look at her pussy. It seemed so fleshy, so hot.

Turning my attention back to the screen, I watched as a man took his lover from behind, reaching around her waist to rub her clitoris as he drove into her. With my left hand I drove my fingers into my pussy, bringing the tips of my fingers up against the top of the inside of my vagina. With my right hand I rubbed my clit with everything I had. What a sensations! I couldn’t sit still. My body squirmed as I continued to drive myself to the brink of oblivion.

Tammy looked over at me and mimicked my actions. Before long we were both squirming on the couch, our moans and sighs filling the apartment as we skidded over the top into orgasm. Our legs shook, our cries peaked. Tammy pounded her foot against the floor as she came. I laid my head back and felt a surge of orgasmic power sweep through my body from my head to my toes.

I continued rubbing my clit, feeling one blast of sexual release after another slam into my clit, move through my vagina into my belly and then shoot up my spine to the very top of my head. I was overwhelmed by the sheer power of it all until finally, drenched in sweat, I came to rest.

I turned to Tammy, who was in the final moments of a long, drawn out orgasm, her body looking so radiant in the glow of sexual release. I turned to the video screen and watched a woman take her lover’s cock deep in her mouth. Would this never end? I wondered.

Clearly, sharing the joys of masturbation with another person is worth looking into. The pleasure I get out of watching someone explode in sexual orgasm is matched only by the feeling of coming in front of them using my own fingers, my own techniques to get off. Of course, none of this is a substitute for having a lover in your life. But if having a regular lover isn’t in your future for a while, sharing masturbation with a friend of either sex is certainly a sensational option.

When I do choose to bring a man into my life, I’ll have just one more sexual venue to share with him. Not only will we make love in all the variations we can conjure, but we’ll also sit across from each other, our legs spread wide, our fingers and hands active, our eyes locked, as we watch each other tumble into the abyss of shared masturbation.

There’s little in the way of sexual pleasure that Miriam and I haven’t experienced in nine years of marriage. Some of the things we’ve tried, like oral and anal sex, have become regular items on our lovemaking menu, whereas others, like bondage and spanking, are “specials” indulged in less frequently but with equally satisfying results. Still, what turns us on more than anything else, what very often serves as a delicious appetizer to the main course, is simple masturbation, with Miriam the performer and me an enthralled audience of one.

Now, you may think that watching a woman you’ve known intimately for nine years play with herself is no big deal, but you don’t know my wife. Miriam has always enjoyed getting herself off (she tells me that she masturbates at least once every day, usually in the afternoon while watching one of her favorite soaps) and to have me present while she performs enhances her pleasure a hundredfold.

It was back when we were dating that I first watched Miriam masturbate. She insisted on remaining a virgin until we tied the knot, and aside from kissing and the occasional feel of her tits, she refused me all sexual contact. But she would play with herself for me, and I can still see her in a disheveled sprawl on the back seat of my car, her pretty face flushed as she fingered herself to orgasm. I, in the front seat, would be carefully stroking my cock, determined to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

Actually, only two things have changed since those days. First, we no longer masturbate in a car, except on long drives when Miriam, little devil that she is, lifts her skirt, takes down her panties and commences playing with herself while I try desperately to keep my eyes on the road. Second, I no longer touch my cock while watching my wife masturbate only at the end, when she is ready to come, do I start the rapid stroking that results in our coming together. Other times, she’ll want me to stick my cock inside one of her holes when she’s ready to explode.

Last night Miriam was in a real horny state and put on a particularly arousing show. As usual, I removed all of my clothes and settled into the comfortable armchair in the corner of the bedroom. Miriam, having stripped down to a pair of powder blue bikini style underpants, took note of my already swelling cock and said, “Well now, talk about giving a girl inspiration. Let’s see if we can’t make him thicker and longer than he’s ever been.”

With that, my wife began fondling her pert breasts, squeezing those tempting, grapefruit sized globes of flesh and running a finger around and over the pointy pink nipples. Pinching her nipples, she emitted a small sigh of pleasure. Keeping one hand at her breasts, she slid the other one down along her flat tummy to her pantied crotch, cupping it lovingly. “God, I’m really hot tonight, hon,” she said. “And wet. Can you see the large wet spot on my panties?”

Actually, I couldn’t, but just hearing my wife tell me about it caused me to grip the armrests a bit tighter. With my cock on the rise, I watched Miriam begin stroking her pussy through her underpants, her sighs of pleasure like music to my ears. “Mmm…that feels so nice,” she cooed. I told Miriam she looked especially lovely, and she opened her eyes and thanked me with a warm smile.

Now, still fondling her tits with her left hand, she snaked her right hand down inside her pants and resumed a slow motion stroking of her pussy. Seeing the bulge her hand made in the skimpy panties was exciting, as was he sensual squirming of her hips on the bed and the dreamy expression on her pretty face. “Take you pants off, baby,” I said in a voice thickening with lust.

“So soon? All right.” Miriam lifted her hips up off the bed as she worked the flimsy panties down around her hips and then sat up to peel them down her legs to her feet. On her back again and with the panties dangling on one foot, she kicked out her leg, sending the wisp of material sailing through the air. No sooner had the panties landed on her vanity than she was back caressing herself, this time using two hands on her aroused pussy. “Ooh, it’s just pouring out of me, hon,” she cooed. “I’m making a big puddle on the bed.”

I swallowed hard, my eyes remaining glued to my wife as she now started fingering her clit while slowly pumping two fingers of her other hand in her lubricious love hole. As always, she was taking her time, teasing herself, padding the pleasure for both of us. “I’ll bet I could get my whole hand inside tonight,” she said, working a third finger into her dripping cunt.

After a few minutes Miriam changed position, rolling over onto her stomach and then lifting herself up into a crouch. With her head resting on the pillow, her face toward me and her lovely little bottom sticking up in the air, she reached back between her legs and resumed the teasing of her cunt. “Baby, that’s so beautiful,” I said. “Look what you’ve done to my cock.”

Miriam opened her eyes and smiled, obviously pleased if not surprised to find my cock fully erect and throbbing in readiness. In truth, it was so hard it hurt. I had reached that point in my wife’s performance when the urge to touch myself was almost unbearable, and yet in the frustration there was the tingling promise of ecstasy.

Miriam took her fingers from her juicy pussy and put them in her mouth, licking them clean. She did this several times and then, getting up on her knees, reached into her nightstand drawer and took out her slim dildo, her largest vibrator and a tube of KY jelly. These were the props for her grand finale.

I watched intently as she coated the slim dildo with the colorless lubricant. “You know where this is going, right?” she said, smiling over at me. “It’s going to hide for a little while in a very dark, warm place.” Tossing the tube of jelly aside, Miriam got back into the submissive crouch and then, reaching around behind her, laced the head of the dildo at her asshole. My eyes stayed riveted to her uptilted bottom as she slowly and carefully began working the dildo into her rear hole. Penetration was easy enough, and soon only an inch or so of the dildo remained visible, the rest having been imbedded in her back passage. The sight of her cute little asshole stretched tightly around the look alike cock caused my cock to twitch.

Now, with the dildo protruding from her upraised ass, Miriam took the vibrator and began running it up, down and rapidly around her pussy. Then she worked the vibrator into her furry hole a little at a time, her damp face showing the pleasure of the penetration. When most of the instrument was inside her cunt, she switched it on and began working it in and out.

She was moaning now, sighing rapturously, her grip on reality lessening with each passing second. She was slipping away from me, floating on a cloud of pleasure. Realizing that she would be coming very soon, I pushed myself up out of the chair and, with my cock bobbing, stepped quickly to the bed. “Go ahead, baby,” I almost shouted. “Come for me. I’m ready. I’m waiting for you.”

Through eyes glazed with lust, I looked down at my wife, who was grunting and groaning into the pillow just as she did when I fucked her from behind. The vibrator was humming in her pussy and the slim dildo was still lodged in her bottom. What a sight!

“The dildo!” my wife exclaimed suddenly. “Take it out of my ass.” The moment it had been removed, she spun over onto her back. One hand continued pumping the vibrator in her pussy while one finger of the other furiously rubbed her clit. And then, seconds later, she was coming. “Now, baby!” she cried out. “Now!”

My right hand flew to my hot cock. No sooner had my wet fingers curled around the blood engorged member than it started gushing, jets of come streaming out in an arc and splashing down on my wife’s contracting pussy. I thought for sure that I’d fall down, so rubbery were my legs, but I managed to stay on my feet until the last glob of come had flown from my cock. Breathing heavily, I dropped onto the bed.

When Miriam had calmed down, she eased the vibrator from her drenched cunt and let it drop between her legs. Then she ran her fingers through the semen on her stomach, smearing it all over. She scooped up some on one finger and brought it to her mouth, licking it clean as she smiled at me.

Miriam has asked me to end this letter by asking other female readers of Variations to write in about their masturbatory techniques. She’d also like to know if their men get as much of a thrill out of watching them masturbate as I do watching her.

Mr. L.E., Minnesota

A letter in a recent issue from a lady who likes to watch men jerk off prompted me to write. I have noticed over the last few years that the majority of women I meet really enjoy watching a man jack off and get a real thrill out of watching him come.

As a handsome, eligible bachelor, I have dated dozens of women, and my biggest sexual thrill is masturbating in front of them. It’s always amazing to see how much women love this. In my younger days when I’d go out with a woman, my only goal was to get her into bed. Now when I meet an attractive woman, I want to steal off to someplace private, slip out of my pants and masturbate for her.

A typical experience happened about two weeks ago when I met a tall, lovely woman at a local bar. After a while the subject turned to sex. As we discussed some of our fantasies and preferences, I indicated that I was a nudist and wore clothes as little as possible, hardly ever around the house. I was still too embarrassed to admit my real desire. Later, as the bar was about to close, she invited me to her apartment.

We arrived at her apartment, and as she mixed the drinks, I turned on the stereo, dimmed the lights and lit some candles for a little romantic effect. Sylvia sat next to me on the couch and we returned to our sexual discussion. She said she was interested in my advocacy of nudism. One thing led to another, and eventually I asked her if she would mind if I took off my clothes in order to be more comfortable. To my complete surprise, she told me to please do so. I wasted no time removing all of my clothes and was not embarrassed at all to sit there stark naked next to her. Of course I had a throbbing hard on, which she complimented. That was music to my ears. I told her how hot and horny I was and asked her if she’d mind if I took matters into my own hands. Sylvia told me to go right ahead, that she would absolutely love to watch.

I settled back on the couch and started stroking my rod, incredibly turned on by the fact that she was watching the show with obvious delight. She started whispering encouragement, telling me how beautiful my hard cock looked. “Stroke that cock,” she urged. “Stroke that big, hard dick of yours. I want to see you shoot come all over!”

In a few moments I shot a huge geyser of come all over my hand, the couch and my stomach. Sylvia told me that watching a man jack off had been something she’d fantasized about. She got a towel and wiped me off, and as I was getting dressed to leave, she told me to please drop by anytime.

Whenever a sexy lady walks down the street, I know most guys are saying to themselves, “Boy, I’d sure like to fuck her.” But not me. I say, “Boy, I’d sure like her to watch me jack off.”

Mr. (Name and address withheld)

All my sex life, masturbation has been an important part of my erotic repertoire. And while I developed into a healthy devotee of sex in all its wonderful forms anal, oral and plain, old fashioned sex I often used masturbation to enhance my love life and heighten the sensual aspect of intimacy.

In spite of my fairly broad experience, however, it wasn’t until I was practically certified as a social worker that I got to see a penis being masturbated and shooting its creamy white ejaculate into the air.

I can still vividly recall this first memorable experience, which occurred late one night in the dormitory bathroom. Even as young adults, for women, masturbation was still a semi shameful activity to be secretly indulged in only when there were no men available for more adult pleasures. I had occasionally fondled a cock to stiffen it for other games, but I had never actually seen one ejaculating its semen.

Now, it was four thirty in the morning. I had been up all night studying for boards. Our sexually sophisticated co ed housing had shower rooms with carefully specified hours for their use by men and women, and in theory the time from midnight on belonged to the men. But, I reasoned, at four thirty who would possibly be using them? So I wrapped myself in a towel and strolled barefoot into the tiled facilities for an illicit shower. Yawning sleepily, I had nearly stepped into the large communal stall at the far end of the room when I realized that it was already occupied by a handsome young man standing in a cascade of steaming water, blissfully pounding his thick, pulsing erection.

I gasped silently and backed into a corner before he saw me. I recognized him instantly as one of the college’s star tennis players. His tanned body was lithe and hard, and his handsome blond head was thrown back in ecstasy beneath the torrent of water as his soapy hand moved rapidly up and down the long white shaft of his erect cock. For a wild moment I actually thought of joining him in the shower and fixing my mouth around that beautiful plum colored cockhead, but curiosity kept me back.

I slipped a hand beneath my towel and began to finger my throbbing clitoris as I watched him near his climax. As his back arched and his hips thrust forward, he groaned loudly and a pearly stream of come suddenly shot from his straining cock. I stared in fascination as his throbbing penis continued to arc jet after jet of creamy semen across the shower stall. It was incredibly exciting. My own orgasm followed moments later as my fingers worked furiously on my wet cunt. I fell back against the tiled wall as my pussy spasmed time after time with an intensity I had seldom before experienced.

That was my introduction to male masturbation. Now, ten years later, masturbation in one form or another is a favorite part of the love my partners and I share with one another.

The first of my lovers after moving to Los Angeles was Jonathan, a young bank trainee. Beneath his rather formal manners and gray suits, he was actually a rather merry soul, but with considerable inhibitions. It was weeks before we made love with the lights on, and several weeks after that before he could be induced to lick my pussy. Once initiated, however, he was an enthusiastic partner, devoted to all the games involving fucking and sucking that we could invent.

Like me, Jonathan was young and horny, and his cock inevitably stiffened as soon as we stepped out of our clothes and our tongues met. Any attempt to masturbate him, therefore, was quickly brushed aside as he moved on to what he considered the main course. One rainy Sunday afternoon, though, I decided that I was finally going to watch his beautiful cock spurt its load of luscious cream.

We had made slow, languorous love, moving in and out of a sixty nine several times, finally coming together as Jonathan fucked me from behind. We remained motionless until I felt his cock slowly grow limp within me, then I dashed off to the bathroom for a brief shower. When I returned, Jonathan was stretched out naked on the bed reading the Sunday paper. His long limp cock lay lazily over one thigh, while his balls dangled loosely between his outstretched legs.

“Just keep reading the funnies, lover,” I said as I snuggled against him, my glossy black hair falling onto his hard, flat belly. My face rested on his warm abdomen just inches above his pubic hair, his quiescent cock near my lips. Instead of sucking it into my mouth, as I would normally have done, I lifted it delicately between my fingers, delighting in the soft, silky texture of the supple flesh. His bell shaped cockhead was smooth and pink, just the color of my tongue, and a last creamy drop of come had oozed from its small opening. I licked off the come, then began to gently move my fingers up and down his soft shaft, tugging his foreskin forward until most of his cockhead disappeared, then pulling it back along the shaft until the entire penis was taut and shiny.

In spite of the fact that Jonathan had come only minutes before, I could see his cock gradually thickening between my fingers and could feel the increased heft as he grew excited.

“Mmm, that’s so good,” he murmured, dropping the paper to the floor and lifting his hips in order to raise his cockhead to my lips. But I pulled my head back and continued jacking him off, placing two fingers on the sensitive ridge of flesh just beneath the back of his cockhead, my thumb on the front of his shaft. As my hand moved faster and faster along his penis, his cock grew harder and thicker, and soon his glistening red cockhead was taut and shiny as a drum.

My tongue flicked out to give a quick lick to the gleaming head, then I moved quickly around on the bed so that I was kneeling beside Jonathan, as if we were going to sixty nine. Instead of straddling his head, however, I reached down to pull his hand up to my damp pussy and press it against my tender pussy lips. “Play with my cunt,” I instructed. “Make me come with your fingers while I jack you off.”

Jonathan muttered in surprise, but then I felt his fingers slip between my thighs and slither into the tight wet flesh of my cunt, while his thumb sought he hard little nubbin of my clitoris.

“That’s wonderful,” I murmured as I wriggled my pussy sensuously against his hand. Hefting his rigid cock in my hand, I began to masturbate him in earnest. Jonathan’s fingers dug deeper into my slippery cunt, moving in and out and circling and pressing inside me, fucking me skillfully. My movements along his shaft grew faster, until my hand adopted a steady rhythm.

“Your mouth,” he groaned suddenly, thrusting his throbbing cockhead imperiously toward my face. But I had other things in mind for this gentleman.

I kept my lips resolutely shut, my eyes focused unblinkingly on the tip of the swollen cockhead as it seemed to swell even larger. Its small hole dilated, and the first burst of hot sperm shot straight at my face. That instantly triggered my own climax, and my cunt spasmed around Jonathan’s fingers as I watched streams of creamy semen squirt powerfully from his penis to land on my cheeks and chin. As my orgasm finally subsided, I bent down and lapped hungrily at the puddle of warm sperm that dripped from my face onto his still heaving abdomen.

Whereas Jonathan and I were in a relationship for nearly three years, Marty was only a sometime lover. He was a wiry little dynamo in his mid forties, a workaholic real estate executive to whom sex was just another engagement to shoehorn into a twenty hour workday. But since Marty could only spare a limited amount of his precious time for sex, the wilder and kinkier it was the better.

A favorite pastime of ours was to indulge in two pleasures at once: eating and masturbating. An elegant Beverly Hills restaurant with long tablecloths covering the sides of the tables was the usual setting. I’d never wear panties, so beneath my skirt my pussy would be completely naked.

We would always move our chairs closer together so that we could sit side by side, more appropriate to our sexual needs. Casually I’d reach beneath the table and begin stroking my lover’s crotch, teasing him to a full erection. Softly I would whisper dirty thoughts into is ear, telling him how badly I needed to be fucked, how sopping wet my cunt was.

Gently I would guide his hand between my legs and help him slide his fingers into the depths of my eager pussy. Before long we would be stroking each other to blissful orgasm while seeming to gaze about the restaurant. Afterwards, Marty would lick his fingers clean of my tasty juices, and I would wipe his hefty load of come into the wet flesh between my thighs. Nothing like an orgasm before the main course!

Not only did Marty hardly have time for sex, sometimes his wheeling and dealing left him so exhausted that he had difficulty achieving an erection. The second time this happened we were in the bedroom of my Santa Monica apartment. I knelt in front of him and sucked his cock until my tongue and jaws were aching I cuddled beside him and gently masturbated his limp, unresponsive penis until my arms were exhausted.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed dolefully, falling back on the bed. “Tonight just isn’t the night for me. I’ll eat your pussy and we’ll “

“Oh no, lover, I don’t give up that easily. Look,” I said, fondling his soft cock and hard little balls, “who knows more about your cock and what it likes than your own hand? If I can’t get it up, you better.”

Marty looked startled, then grinned. “Why not? I always did fantasize about jacking off in front of a bunch of beautiful girls.”

“And me in front of a horny stud.”

He sat against the headboard while I arranged two pillows at the foot of the bed. I lay against them with my legs draped over Marty’s thighs, my moist cunt contentedly displayed across from his cock and balls. “Show time,” I said, grinning lewdly.

Marty ran his tongue over his lips and began to masturbate slowly, one hand cupped around his balls, the other tugging daintily at the foreskin of his light brown cock. I had emptied my bedside drawer of its contents of goodies and pushed a large white vibrator into my vagina. His eyes fixed on my cunt as I activated the vibrating dildo and began moving it in and out of my pussy. I groaned softly and pulled my labia apart with my other hand, exposing my hard little clitoris. I stroked it gently with my middle finger, my own fascinated gaze glued to Marty’s hand moving up and down on his gorgeous cock, just beyond my own pleasure show. A sudden rapid orgasm caught me totally by surprise, leaving my arms and breasts flushed and covered with goose pimples.

“Very sexy,” he murmured, his eyes shifting from his stiffening cock to the glistening wet flesh of my still spasming cunt.

“I see something big coming up,” I grinned, encouraging him in his efforts. “And just to help you out, and maybe me…”

With the vibrator still sticking in me, I lifted a foot long double dong a flesh colored flexible dildo with a realistic cockhead on each end and waved it at Marty. Then I got on my knees, moistened one end of the dildo with my mouth, and slid it slowly past the tight sphincter of my anus. I was now wonderfully, totally penetrated. The vibrator buzzed deliciously in my cunt on the other side of the thin membrane that separated my two channels, and my hips thrust rhythmically as I felt another orgasm approaching. I pushed the long thin cock deeper into my ass and moaned loudly.

Marty’s cock was completely stiff now, and his hand was flashing up and down its shaft. His eyes were glazed his chest was rising and falling rapidly. “I’m gonna come,” he moaned.

I dabbed saliva on my fingers, then quickly transferred it to the exposed cockhead on the end of the dildo that stuffed my ass. I wriggled forward a few inches against Marty’s outspread legs and jammed the slick cockhead against his waiting anus.

His eyes widened in astonishment as the slippery pink dildo slid easily into his ass. His hips strained upward, and an enormous flash of come shot out of his cock and splattered against his stomach. As I avidly watched the creamy semen squirting from his penis, my own orgasm overwhelmed me. I delivered a muted cry, fell back and let myself be carried away by passionate waves of love.

I met Devon on a Santa Monica beach. If he had a job, I never learned what it was. If he wasn’t flexing his muscles beneath the scorching sun, he was pumping iron at the gym. He wasn’t as developed as the muscle bound characters you see in the bodybuilding magazines, but he was certainly on his way. He had a charming, boyish smile and a gentle, easy going temperament. He came on like a big, friendly puppy, and taken with his charming ways, I accompanied his from the beach to his tiny apartment, where we fucked furiously for the rest of the day.

I’ve often heard that those enormous, muscle bound physical culturists inevitably have tiny, underdeveloped cocks. In Devon’s case this was a fallacy. Dangling between his bulging thighs was the longest cock I have ever seen and a pair of balls that hung loosely in a sac like a prize bull’s.

Like most of his breed, however, Devon was single mindedly devoted to his beautiful body, and never tired of admiring it in the mirrors that lined his cramped apartment. He was unabashedly proud of his beautifully large penis, and made no objection at all when his lady friends heaped lavish praise upon it. He could have spent an entire afternoon standing before his full length image in the closet mirrors, staring in fascination at his rippling muscles and at his heavily veined cock moving in and out of my adoring mouth. Fortunately for Devon, I loved kneeling before him and watching myself in the mirror sucking his glorious cock, but forty minutes and two ejaculations deep into my throat was more than my knees could stand.

“Devon,” I said on my third visit to his apartment, as his rock hard penis nuzzled my lips, “I love your cock, but there must be more to life than my kneeling and sucking you off all day.”

He grinned down at me with engaging innocence and scooped me up in his mighty arms as if I were a feather. For a while we fucked standing up, my legs wrapped around his hips as I slid up and down on his incredible cock. Finally we tumbled to the bed. Devon knelt above me, his penis buried deep in my cunt. Twisting away from him, I reached for my handbag and pulled out a vibrator with a soft ball on one end. “Plug this in for me, lover, and then I’ll tell you about your beautiful cock.”

Devon arched his eyebrows in puzzlement, but was pleased when he plugged it in and watched its soft pink head vibrating like crazy against my pink clitoris, throbbing between my spread eagled legs.

“Come up here, lover,” I moaned, “where I can see you.” Grinning, he straddled my head with his rock hard thighs. His even harder cock thrust out of his thatch of light blond pubic hair.

“Beautiful cock,” I murmured with total sincerity, turning the power on my vibrator up to high. “Jack it off for me, lover, let me see you put both hands around it.” Devon pulled both hands back toward his belly so that the bell shaped head stretched taut and shiny. “It’s bright and shiny,” I breathed. “It’s just the right size for fucking my mouth, for fucking my cunt, for shooting its come all over my face. Move your hands along your cock, back and forth that’s it, jack it off, just like that. Put your balls on my mouth oh, they’re so warm and heavy, full of come, full of sperm. I want to suck them but they’re too big…”

I could feel my orgasm approaching as the dildo vibrated madly against my super sensitive clit, and I dug two fingers deep into the hungry flesh of my cunt. “Jack it off!” I cried, thrashing beneath his dangling balls and throbbing cock. “Come on my face! Show me how much come you can shoot on my face!”

Devon groaned loudly and his eyes glazed over with lust. He moved back slightly so that he could push the tip of his straining cock down to my face. One hand was in blurry motion along his penis the other clutched his enormous testicles. I could see the slit in his cockhead as the first incredible burst of warm semen came splashing against my upper lip. “Come,” I moaned, lost now in the grip of my own orgasm.

As we recovered from our dreamy state of erotic bliss, Devon’s semi hard cock dropped just enough to nuzzle against my come covered lips. I raised a limp hand to touch the thick puddle of warm come that dripped from my face. I kissed his still throbbing cockhead lovingly. “If you think that was good,” he promised huskily, “just wait until you watch me jacking off with a dildo up my ass.”

I have just the dildo, I thought happily.

Masturbation is one of life’s most underrated pleasures. I discovered not long ago, however, that it is a lot more fun when you do it with someone you love. This is often difficult for many people to do, because no matter how liberated we may be about other sexual matters, masturbation seems by definition to be something we do alone, in secret. I had trouble overcoming this prejudice. I wasn’t actively hiding the fact that I enjoyed masturbating, and I didn’t try to pretend I didn’t do it I just believe that everything belongs in its proper place, and that masturbation is private. So I was rather lukewarm about my wife’s initial request that she be allowed to watch.

Nora did not insist. As time went on, however, she made it clear that her interest wasn’t just curiosity. She said that the thought of me fondling myself turned her on. She could imagine me doing it, she said, all naked and hard and oiled up, stroking myself to orgasm. In fact, she said, she frequently fantasized about me masturbating while she masturbated. It was, she promised, a guaranteed turn on.

The more she described how excited this made her, the more I wanted us to watch each other make ourselves come. She even offered to help. She asked me whether I looked at pictures of women or read erotic books when I did it I admitted that I did both.

“Perfect,” she said. She could take care of the details. It was, she explained, simply a matter of her slipping into something hot and sexy, reading something erotic to me and then leaning back to watch me do the deed. All I had to do was behave as I normally did, just as though she were a stranger who had mysteriously appeared to watch. This last did the trick for me, and I agreed to go ahead.

I went to the bedroom and undressed. My cock was getting hard. In a moment Nora came in. she was wearing heels, stockings, a garter belt, crotchless panties and a bra that stopped just underneath her erect nipples. I had no idea she even owned underwear like that. She had a book under her arm. She pulled a straight backed chair around so that I could see all of her and sat down, crossing her legs. She opened her book and began to read. The book was a Victorian underground classic about bondage and discipline among London’s upper classes. It was deliciously arousing and my wife read it well, lingering over the detailed descriptions of the many humiliations a wealthy young nobleman put his mistress through. As the story got steamier, I got more and more turned on. I spread an ample amount of oil on my hands and began to touch myself. As I did, I noticed that my wife was looking up from time to time as she read and watching me over the top of her book.

As I listened to Nora read, my eyes slid over her curvy body, over her propped up breasts, her flat stomach and her partially revealed crotch. Meanwhile, using just my fingertips, I lightly traced the outline of my erection. It curved against my belly and twitched and quivered when I lightly brushed the tender area under the head. It was stretched to its fullest and pulsing thickly. As Nora read on, I fully encircled I with my slippery fingers. I raised it, aiming it at the ceiling, and began to pump.

My wife managed to continue reading, her eyes darting from me to the book and back again. I got rock hard as she stole glances at what I was doing. I wanted to fuck her right there, while she read, pretending to be disinterested. Soon I was arching my back in pleasure. Finally she stopped reading altogether, put the book down and simply stared openly at me, at my slowly moving hand, at my rigid cock. She uncrossed her legs, placed her hands on her knees and spread her knees, showing herself completely. I was cupping my balls with one hand and stroking myself faster with the other, and as she watched, a smile slowly spread over her face. She delicately moistened her lips with the tip of her pink tongue her eyes were focused on my cock, which, in that instant, began to spurt come.

I gripped myself tightly in pleasure. I heard Nora sigh happily as she watched me enjoy my intense orgasm. She got up from her chair and came over to the bed. She knelt down and kissed me. Afterward she thanked me with kisses and promised something even better for a future rendezvous.

We talked it over and decided that since she had had such a good time watching me, perhaps I might enjoy watching her. I admitted that despite my earlier doubts, having her watch me had been a real turn on. I agreed that it might be fun if we were to switch roles. And when I told her how much I wanted her to touch herself while I was jerking off, she agreed that it would be even more fun if we watched each other build to climax. She thought it was such a great idea that she wanted to pursue it that very evening. So after dinner we met on the couch in the living room.

I had put on one of her favorite vides to set the mood. Nora was wearing one of her best outfits, a white bodysuit that is cut very high in the leg and very narrow in the crotch. Its pale fabric reveals her nipples and pubic hair as dark shadows. I was wearing something chosen by her just for the occasion, a tight G string of thing flesh colored nylon that barely contains me and reveals, as she likes to put it, “every line and ridge.” We had some chilled wine and plenty of warm oil standing by. We had also agreed that we could say anything, including talking dirty or asking for some particular action, but that we were to keep our hands off each other no matter what. With that, I pushed PLAY.

We watched the movie it was very sexy in a slow, drawn out way: suggestive but not graphic. The performers were young, hard and lean. I became aroused at once, and within minutes I could see, out of the corner of my eye, that my wife had shifted position. She was now lying back in the corner of a couch, one leg outstretched, the other up on the back of the couch and her hands running along the curved undersides of her thighs. I turned away from the movie, focusing instead on my wife she began to describe the action on the screen. I shifted so that I was lying in the opposite corner of the couch and imitating exactly her position, a mirror image of Nora.

At first she just stroked her thighs as she spoke. Her hands then circled higher and higher and approached her mound. She began to tug at the leg openings of the bodysuit, pulling them higher and higher, which left just a tight, narrow band that barely covered her and left her clearly outlined. Finally she reached down and began to run one finger along the center seam, working the fabric deeper into her and deeper until her plump lips, flushed coral, bulged out around the white, wet material. With one hand massaging her breasts, she began to insert the ring and middle fingers of one hand past the fabric and into her pussy.

Watching my wife make love to herself was an erotic fantasy come true. I had seen pictures of the same thing in magazines, had seen it in x rated movies as well this, however, was something special, one of the all time great turn ons. In some ways it was more exciting than actually fucking her or having her suck me. For a while, I simply lay back and marveled at the erotic inventiveness of my wife’s mind, but I found that not only was I unable to keep from touching myself, but she began to demand it. And so, with my eyes and consciousness totally focused on what she was doing, I began to imitate her, stroke for stroke.

At first I just fondled myself through the nylon pouch. It was thin and tight, and it held me compactly, almost lovingly. I held myself with both hands and stroked myself through the material. I put all four fingers of my right hand together and placed them over my covered hard on, a strangely erotic pledge of allegiance. I started to move my hand north to south, up and down, faster and faster, holding my erection right against my pelvis. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm approaching, like the distant whistle of a train a mile away. I started to increase the speed of this action, my right hand going as fast as I could make it go. But when I felt myself coming, I stopped. Nora gasped and renewed her own efforts. I reached over and poured a liberal amount of oil onto my fingers. I quickly transferred it to my cock, coating my member completely, then spreading the remainder down across my balls.

When I was thoroughly lubricated, I began to stroke myself in earnest, using long, slow motions that took my hand from base to tip and back again. As I watched my wife push her fingers into her cunt and wetly slide them in and out, I began to use harder, quicker motions. She watched intently as she rubbed her clitoris with her thumb. Using two fingers, she carefully parted her labia and gradually inserted her long middle finger, easing it enticingly inside herself. We were both moving fast now, our eyes glued to each other’s as we accelerated to a frenzy of heart stopping delight.

The movie was forgotten we had become lost in each other. Each of us fed on the sight of the other, forming an endless circle of lust. Movement matched movement pleasure matched wonderful pleasure.

Finally I began to come, and at the sight of the thick white fluid spurting from the head of my straining cock, Nora was set off as well, her face blushing brightly, the veins in her neck standing out sharply. Her hand was frozen in place now her thighs were clasped together tightly as her own orgasm crashed over her. Through it all, though it took some effort, we kept our eyes fixed on each other, neither of us wanting to miss the tiniest part of the other’s explosive orgasm.

The final step in our mastubatory odyssey was, of course, that we would touch each other simultaneously. We decided to make an evening of it, starting with supper. By prior agreement, we dined in loose robes, with nothing on underneath. They covered us completely, but there were many enticing flashes of sex during the meal. Afterward we took chilled wine upstairs and enjoyed a long, lingering shower together. Naturally we helped each other wash those hard to reach spots, and by the time we dried each other off, we were both highly aroused.

In the bedroom, we began our pleasure ritual, coating each other lightly with massage oil from head to foot, working the knots out of tired muscles and completing the process of relaxation. Finally we began to focus on each other’s body. While Nora lay on her stomach, I concentrated on her plump bottom, rubbing it and reaching down and between her legs, which she obligingly spread for me. I was on my knees at her side, and it was a simple matter for her to reach down with one hand and stroke my cock lightly as I worked. I confess that at this point it was all I could do to keep from spreading her legs further, kneeling between them and shoving my cock into her, but I kept to the program and continued the massage.

Nora turned over, and I transferred my attentions to her breasts, teasing them gently until they glistened with oil and her little nipples were as hard as diamonds. I worked my right hand lower, across her taut stomach, through her crisply curling pubic hair, to her pouting labia. She was hot and open, and my middle finger glided easily from her clitoris to her cleft and back again. She lay back and half closed her eyes, allowing this to continue for some time while fondling me with one hand. Then she decided to take action.

She sat up and pushed me, hard, back on the bed. I landed on my back and bounced, my stiff cock bouncing too. She moved in close, which brought her breasts into contact with my cock. This drove me crazy the soft skin of her breasts grazed my erection teasingly. At first, when I resumed stroking her, her breasts simply pillowed me while she ran sharp nails lightly along my belly. She licked her lips, her mouth dangerously close to the tip of my cock, but she only smiled at me and ran the tip of her tongue along my thigh. Tonight her hands were going to do the work.

Nora held me lightly, about midway along the shaft, and began to brush the underside of the head across her nipples. They were erect and begging to be sucked and bitten. As she circled them with my cock, she watched me closely for my reaction. The expression on my face must have satisfied her she continued with what she was doing, alternately stroking me with her fingers and touching her nipples with the head of my cock. At the same time, I was having an effect on her, because she spread her legs apart and thrust her pussy against my fingers. The massage oil I had used had mingled with her own lubrication, and my fingers glided in and out of her, first up to her hard clitoris, then down and in. Each time I touched a sensitive point, she gasped with delight.

This could not continue for very long we were going to come. At Nora’s urgent request, I slid the middle fingers of each hand into her and held them there. With the heel of one hand, I maintained a rotating action against her clitoris. That was all she needed. With her thighs alternately clasping and releasing my hand and her hips bucking against me, she began to come in spasms while her cunt gripped my digging fingers. She began to moan and the hand on my cock worked faster. I exploded, streams of semen flying across her oil coated tits. She continued to slide my cock back and forth across her nipples, smearing them with come. Our orgasms crested, broke and finally subsided. She squeezed the last drops of fluid from me. When we slipped back into our robes, we agreed that the next step was best left unplanned. We fell asleep in each other’s loving arms.

I have been an avid aficionado of shared masturbation pleasures for a long time. The number of lady friends I have known that share my enjoyment in this arena can be counted on one hand. Our journeys and experimentation, however, have been intensely pleasurable.

Last year, I developed a casual friendship with a divorced lady who moved into the apartment across the court from me. Sally is nearly ten years my senior, and very attractive and sexy. We soon became “fuck friends,” and then, this past May, our friendship developed an entirely new facet.

I had arrived home late from work one evening, stressed out and in need of some relaxing diversion. It was about ten o’clock when I poured myself a tall drink and stretched out on the couch to watch some television. There was a show on called “Super Models of the World,” where some very beautiful women were competing for prizes and modeling contracts. The more I spectated, the hornier I became, and in a matter of minutes I decided that I required some nice, relaxing masturbation pleasures. I gathered some of my accoutrements and stripped off my clothes before stretching back out on the couch. My cock was already beginning to swell as I admired the sexy models. I wrapped my hand around my slowly expanding shaft and began to tenderly caress it. It didn’t take long before my cock was fully erect.

Scooping up a generous serving of Vaseline, I began to slowly smooth the slippery stuff over my pulsing penis and my aching balls. The sensation was delicious. Now I was ready for some prolonged, intense masturbation.

I must have been engaged like this for thirty or forty five minutes, lazily stroking, milking and massaging each pleasure packed inch of my cock and periodically sliding my hand down to cup my balls and squeeze them sensuously. The show I had been watching had ended, so I flipped to a pay channel that was playing an R rated flick. My happy masturbation resumed.

That’s when I was interrupted by a light knock at the door. I couldn’t imagine who would be coming by at this late hour as I hurriedly got into my robe. I was also quite pissed to be intruded on during my indulgence. I opened the door a crack and peered out to see my neighbor, Sally, standing there with a sheepish grin on her face. “I saw your light on and was wondering if you might want some company. I’m also all out of cigarettes.”

I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. How could I possibly invite her in? Before I had a chance to answer my own question, Sally pushed the door open a bit and peered inside. I knew she could plainly see the jar of Vaseline and the small vibrator on the coffee table next to the couch. My face was now awash with crimson.

Sally smiled devilishly and said, “I’ve interrupted your playtime, I see.” I forced a smile and motioned for her to come in. Then I noticed that Sally was eyeing the tent like protrusion from the front of my robe. “You know,” she said, “you really shouldn’t be embarrassed. And if you want to know a secret, I always fantasize about watching a man jerking off.”

I poured her a drink, offered a smoke and motioned for her to sit down on the chair opposite the couch. I was quivering with excitement as I stood before her, watching her as she watched me untie the robe and let it slip tot he floor. My cock twitched and swelled as I stood there, and I couldn’t keep from running my hand down to encircle the shaft, squeezing it lightly as it thickened in my hand. Sally whispered, “That looks so nice…show me more. I want to watch you beat your meat.”

I reclined on the couch and applied another helping of Vaseline, making my entire cock and balls a single throbbing unit of glistening erotic torment. Sally watched intently as I showed her how I wrapped my fist around my pulsing shaft and resumed the slow and lazy stroking of all seven inches. We were both entranced by the extreme eroticism of the moment and, as I watched her watching me, Sally began to caress herself. Her hands moved over her breasts, her thighs and over the damp crotch of her jeans.

We began talking to each other, telling each other how hot it makes us to watch, to be watched, to show and be shown, urging each other to partake fully in the voyeuristic pleasures we were sharing. Sally began undressing now, unbuttoning her blouse and jeans then sliding them off, her bra and panties coming with them in one easy sweep.

Sally placed each foot on the edge of he chair and spread her legs wide, revealing her wet cunt to my admiring gaze. One hand cupped and caressed her breasts while the other moved down to her sweet pussy, spreading her lips apart to reveal the swollen clit that she now massaged intently. I watched her take the vibrator off the table and slide it easily into her wet cunt. I had never watched a woman fuck herself with a vibrator, and the sight was making me reel with excitement.

I told Sally how hot she was making me. My hips were pumping back and forth now to the motion of my fist as it traveled over the entire length of my cock. And, ooooooh, my cock felt so incredibly good!

I watched Sally come intensely and then continue to fuck her gaping cunt. She seemed nearly crazy with lust, which made me feel equally lustful. She was getting ready to come again, a really hard come, I could tell. “Fuck your sweet, juicy pussy for me, baby,” I told her. “I want to watch you make yourself come for me again. I want to show you how hard you’re gonna make me come!” Our glazed eyes were fixed on each other in intense concentration.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” Sally kept moaning. “I’m going to come real hard now, and I want to watch you come for me too!”

I couldn’t hold back any longer and told her so. Gripping my engorged, purple cock firmly in my fist, I reached underneath myself and plunged the middle finger of my right hand into my tight little asshole, burrowing it in up to the knuckle. The effect was immediate as my sphincter contracted so tightly around my poking digit.

I let out a loud moan of blissful release. My hips pumped up into the air as my hand slid down the length of my slick, glistening cock, ramming against my balls. I could feel my asshole clenching on my probing finger as the flow of hot sperm traveled up my cock. I was nearly delirious from the intense pleasure I was experiencing. The first jet of seaming sperm shot out with terrific force, traveling through the air in a wide arc and splattering across my neck and face. Sally started coming with me, and together we filled the air with the sights, sounds, smells of erotic masturbation.

My entire body was focused on the intense orgasm that took control of my mind and body. As if reloading a cannon, my hand slid back up to the tip of my cock and my finger withdrew from my spasming sphincter. Then, in one fluid motion, the process repeated as I pumped my hips up off the couch and simultaneously pumped my fist back down to the base of my cock and plunged my finger deep in my scorching asshole. I squirted hard, harder than before, and sent a thick, sticky stream of semen spraying across my face and chest.

I had never felt so animalistic, so lustful in all my life. I had no inhibitions, no embarrassment. Having Sally watch me perform this act of self pleasuring was the hottest experience of my young life!

I continued to milk my spurting erection, moaning and writing as I watched Sally climaxing similarly as she watched me. Time felt as though it were standing still as I milked each jet of sperm out, showering myself with come until I had completely exhausted the reservoir of semen from my ball. Collapsing, I squeezed the few remaining dribbles of semen from my drained cock, my body shuddering from the exquisite intensity of it all. Sally came over to me and laid herself down on top of me, her soupy pussy squirming against my come soaked cock.

That was only the beginning of our shared masturbation. Since then we have experimented with numerous toys. Oh, how I love it when we masturbate on the couch together, coupled anally on our double dong dildo!

Mr. E.S., New Jersey

One lazy Saturday afternoon, after a beautiful evening of lovemaking and a good night’s rest, I was standing at the sink, shaving, when my wife came into the bathroom in her blue terrycloth robe. As is usual during this morning ritual, I was naked, with a towel across my shoulders. Vanna came up and stood right beside me. I could tell she was watching me, and it made me a little nervous.

Instead of saying anything, she leaned forward and put her arms around my hips the hug was warm and reassuring. I continued shaving, but now I felt my wife’s hand move down to my crotch. She closed her fingers warmly around my flaccid penis and began to squeeze it in a nice, slow rhythm.

Neither of us spoke. I concentrated on my task, trying to scrape away without cutting myself, but I was becoming more excited by the second. Soon I was fully erect, and Vanna’s fingers continued to milk me slowly and seductively. I removed the last remaining shaving cream from my face and stood there, leaning beside the washbasin, enjoying her practiced touch.

From her position behind me, she laid her cheek against my naked back and spoke to me in a near whisper. “I saw you yesterday…I watched you…playing with yourself. It got me very excited.” Her voice was soft and lovingly intimate and almost confessional. “I watched you…jerking off. I was amazed…and really turned on.”

A welter of emotions ran through me: love, embarrassment and, strangest of all, a rush of sexual hunger. Vanna continued speaking in that soft, confessional tone, but her fingers never deviated from their slow, maddening rhythm on my penis. “I was surprised…I didn’t know you played with yourself when you were alone. I thought I was the only one…sometimes…who liked to masturbate.”

Before I had time to deal with that surprising confession, Vanna took hold of my right hand and brought it over to my cock. She closed my fingers around the rigid shaft and with her own hand began to move my fist in that familiar, instinctual rhythm. I was wildly excited, and yet I felt vulnerable, naked, exposed in some new, profound way. Her voice was now almost inaudible. “Do it for me,” she breathed. “I want to see you jerk off, again…up close. I want to watch it spurt.” Still behind me, my wife turned me so that I faced the full length mirror. In the reflection I could see her face over my shoulder. We appeared as an odd, almost gothic like image, standing together before the glass: a naked man, his hand beautifully wrapped around his cock, masturbating slowly, while a beautiful woman in a floor length robe stood behind him, watching avidly. “Make yourself come…for me,” Vanna whispered. “Do it against the mirror.” She opened her robe and pressed herself up against me so that I could feel her warm breasts against my back, the hard little points of her nipples pressing against my skin.

I reached over to the sink and turned on the warm water. Sometimes I soap up my cock and balls for lubrication. And now I was fully into it. I wanted her to see, I wanted to show myself off, to spurt against the mirror. I opened my legs a bit and began to fondle my dangling testicles with my free hand. I closed my eyes and whispered to my beautiful wife, “I’m going to come for you. I’m going to show you how I jerk off. I want you to watch. I’m playing with my balls and it feels good.”

The mood was deepening, the sensations building. “I’m going to shoot all over the mirror…you’ll see how a man does it to himself. I’m jerking off…and you’re watching me.” And then it was upon me. I pumped frantically, crying out and shooting semen, as Vanna tightened her arms around my shoulders. My eyes closed and I could not see where she was looking at the last moment at my pumping hand and spurting cock or at the helpless convulsions of my face and torso.

When I finally opened my eyes, I could see the thick rivulets of white sperm gliding down the glass as the last spasms of orgasm shook my body. I turned and we embraced, kissing deeply, passionately. It had been an unbelievable kind of emotional breakthrough. I felt a total, uncanny sense of release. Taking Vanna’s hand, I rushed her into the bedroom. I threw back the covers, and we lay down together. I began stroking her breasts as our mouths met in a delicious kiss.

I reached down between her legs and discovered that she was marvelously open and wet. “It really turned you on? Watching me jerk off?” She nodded in silent assent and gently moved her cunt against my hand. I held my fingers steady and felt the slow, rhythmic pressure of her hips she was like a sleek and beautiful panther in heat, trying to rub herself off against my hand. But then I withdrew suddenly and sat up. “It’s your turn,” I said. “You have to do it to yourself. I want to watch you masturbate now.”

In an instant, as if she had been waiting for my request, Vanna slid her right hand down between her spread thighs. While she probed and stroked herself, she brought her left hand to her mouth and moistened her fingertips with saliva. After this preparation, she began to play with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. I watched, fascinated.

It seemed that words inflamed both of us, so I decided to speak to her, softly, while she excited herself. “You look beautiful doing that…playing with yourself…rubbing your clit and pulling on your nipples…I love watching you…knowing you’re masturbating for me. Do it like that. Put your fingers inside your cunt while you stroke your clit. I can smell you, your excitement. Your pussy is fragrant, and I want to lick it…but I won’t. You’ll have to make yourself come while I sit here and watch.”

Vanna whimpered softly, but the rhythm of her fingers quickened. “You’re going to make yourself come for me,” I continued. “I’m going to watch your face and your fingers and your breasts and your cunt. Stroke it like that. Rub it. Make yourself come.” Her fingers moved quickly, delicately, and she plucked at her hardened nipples. She offered a maddeningly erotic sight as she did so, tensing and moving her beautiful thighs. I gave her no respite. “You’re going to come. Do it for me. Rub it. Stroke it. Your legs are spread and you’re jerking off like a dirty little slut.”

And at that she began a high, singing wail. Spasm after spasm racked her body. Her fingers moved in a blur as she stroked herself up to and through a shattering climax. I waited an instant before I fell on her and pressed my cock up into her quivering vagina. We fucked wildly until I spurted and she felt the wave of a second orgasm wash over her.

Since that time, masturbation has become a particularly erotic element in our lovemaking. Once when Vanna was sitting on the living room couch, I asked her to pull up her skirt and masturbate while I watched from across the room. All the lights were on, and though we’d closed the drapes, the scene still felt like one of “naughty” exposure. Masturbating while half dressed exposing only one’s genitals and stroking hand creates an even more sensual, erotic mood.

Vanna once asked me to take out my cock and masturbate while we drove along in the car, and I’ve even used a thin rubber probe in my anus and jerked off while she watched, again with all the lights on. What an amazing turn on that night was! The strange mix of embarrassment and a wild new exhibitionism has created a subtle eroticism that we have explored so many times. To masturbate alone, in private, is still fine, but Vanna and I have discovered that to masturbate before a beautiful lover’s avid gaze is one of life’s most erotic experiences.

Mr. O.B., Pennsylvania

I am a sexually active thirty year old male. Years ago I found out about Variations, and whenever I feel the need for extra release, I read about the adventures of your other readers. Usually I get so turned on that I stroke myself furiously until I come.

On occasion I have an entire evening to myself. I play something soft and gentle on the stereo. Candles flickering in the darkness are the only light. After heating some baby oil, I lie back, close my eyes and drift off into a favorite fantasy. Rather than get off hard and fast, I softly and slowly stroke my cock. From the base to the head, I slide my hand up and down, gently squeezing the shaft. The warm oil provides a wonderful feeling and helps to prolong the pleasure to almost unbearable lengths of time. After about an hour of massaging my balls and pumping my cock, I reach the point of no return. My come shoots out in an incredible geyser of pleasure.

On a recent business trip, I discovered an interesting twist to a session of masturbation. After a long, hard day, I got back to my hotel room at about midnight. Unable to sleep and a little tense, I thought that a swim in the pool would help me to unwind. Realizing I had no swimsuit, I put on a pair of dark blue bikini underwear. I figured they could pass for a Speedo suit, and as it was very late, I doubted there would be anyone around to see me anyway. So I threw on some sweats, grabbed a towel and headed for the pool.

As I had hoped, the pool was deserted. I slipped into the water, did a few laps to loosen up my muscles, then just floated around, relaxing. The water was warm, the stars were twinkling overhead and I was feeling rather horny. Being naked in the outdoors has always been a real pleasure for me, and since no one had come around in the last half hour, I slipped off my underwear and tossed them onto the edge of the pool. The water, swirling around my cock and balls, felt fantastic. Before long my erection was at its peak. It felt so good that I found myself leaning back against the wall, where I began a slow, easy pumping action on my shaft. I couldn’t wait to come.

Just as I was building to an orgasm, I heard a sound. Looking up, I noticed that someone was coming through the door. Not wanting to be caught with my pants down, literally, I swam underwater to the end of the pool where my clothes were. When I surfaced, there she was. Standing directing above me was a woman with short, silky blonde hair and the most beautiful emerald green eyes. Smiling, she said, “Don’t get dressed because of me. I had the same idea.” And with that, she dove into the pool. When she came to the surface several feet away, I saw that she had taken her top off. She had small but nicely shaped breasts, and as the water lapped at her nipples, they became hard.

Startled by her sudden appearance eon the scene, I had lost my erection, but I got it back quickly watching her knead her tits. Every once in a while, she would tweak and pull on her nipples. I couldn’t help but stare at this beautiful girl as she fondled herself. Almost unconsciously, I slide my hand down between my legs, wrapped it around my cock and squeezed, trying to approximate the feeling of being sucked off.

There we were, not ten feet from each other, the tow of us working toward a common goal. Then she slipped underwater. Her hands reached out to hold me by the waist. Her face was now only inches away from my cock as I slowly stroked it. I wanted her to see me come, but she had to come back up for air. She slid up my body, rubbing her breasts along my skin the entire way.

“Hi, I’m Leigh,” she said. “Let’s see how long I can hold my breath.” Then she was sliding back down into the water. But before she submerged herself, she looked up at me with those big green eyes and smiled. Without using her hands, she gently sucked just the head of my cock into her mouth. I tried to relax and control myself, but it was so nice to have someone to suck me off. Her tongue swirled all around the shaft as she slid the entire length into her warm mouth.

As she began to back off my swollen member, I could feel my orgasm beginning, but suddenly she was rising up out of the water, gasping for air. I was so hot by now that as soon as she was standing again, my mouth was all over her pert little breasts. Licking every inch of those tits, I couldn’t help but suck each nipple into my warm mouth, flicking my tongue over them quickly. Leigh’s head was thrown back, her eyes were close and she was moaning softly.

Reaching down between her legs, I cupped her pussy. Heat was just emanating from it! With two fingers I began a slow, steady circular motion around her clit. She spread her legs wider, giving me full access to her warm and inviting pussy. I wanted so much to slide my throbbing cock into her, but as I started to reach into her bikini bottom she said, “Wait. The sauna is still hot. Why don’t we be by ourselves, together?” For a moment I didn’t understand what she was saying, but the look in her green eyes helped make everything clear. I grabbed Leigh by the hand and said, “Let’s go!” Off we went, running to the sauna, her breasts and my erection bouncing in the night air.

Once inside, Leigh locked the door. It was so warm and cozy in there. The only sound I could hear was the pounding of my heart. Leigh moved to one corner and, with her back to me, removed the bottom of her swimsuit. Such a cute, tight ass she had! She turned to face me, and I saw that she was indeed a true blonde. Her pubic hair was soft and downy, and she kept it trimmed short. The lips were clearly visible and swollen with excitement.

Now, pleasuring a woman orally is one of my favorite activities. I love to spend hours slowly licking and teasing a warm, moist pussy, but as much as I wanted to taste Leigh’s essence, I told myself no. I was only going to watch this time.

Leigh reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of oil. She began to liberally apply the oil to her luscious breasts, massaging it in. before long she had one hand down between her legs and was slowly rubbing a finger along the length of her slit. I took the oil form her and poured some into my hands. I stretched out and began to rub it all over my stomach, then on the insides of my highs. I knew that if I touched my cock, it would be all over, so as I watched Leigh slowly sliding one finger in and out of herself, I lightly massaged my balls.

Soon Leigh had both hands down between her legs. She began to finger her clit with one hand while two fingers of the other pumped in her pussy. This was too much. While I fondled my balls with one hand, I wrapped the other around the shaft. With a slow, steady rhythm, I pumped my cock up and down, matching the movements of Leigh’s two fingers. It was almost as if we were fucking each other, without the benefit of touch. I looked up to find that she was staring directly at the action of my hands.

Being totally uninhibited with a perfect stranger was so thrilling! So as she looked on, I leaned back, spread my legs, closed my eyes and really got into it. I stroked myself with total abandon, one hand squeezing my balls, the other busy sliding up and down my shaft. Our action would go from hard and fast to slow and easy, the pleasure building up to an incredible level.

I could tell that Leigh was enjoying the show. She was breathing faster, and when I wrapped both hands around my dick and pumped, her groaning became nonstop. She was writhing in ecstasy. Her legs were splayed and she was furiously fucking herself with what looked to be her whole hand. Those beautiful green eyes told me that she was ready to come.

“Come with me,” she barked. She didn’t have to ask twice! Now I really began to jerk off. And before long I was at the point of no return. My legs tensed and I spread them wide and, with a groan, sent semen spurting out of my cock in a thick white stream. Leigh was on her back, hips raised, with one hand furiously fingering her slit while the other frantically rubbed her clit. Suddenly she arched her back and came, a groan escaping her slightly parted lips.

After a few minutes of calming down, we both looked at each other and laughed. What a sight we must have been! Two adults lost in a fever of lust, watching each other masturbate. I moved over to her and thanked her for understanding my need. We kissed deeply as our hands moved over each other’s body for one last enjoyable moment.

Now I’m back home, a happy and contented man. But every once in a while, I think about Leigh. And before long I’m in the bathroom, pants around my ankles, stroking myself to the memories of our time together. Who knows? Maybe one of these days I’ll meet someone else who appreciates the pleasure of mutual masturbation.

Mr. V.L., Oklahoma

Gripping the edge of the bed, I feel my sexual tension build, edging steadily toward he point of no return. Sweat begins to pool on my tummy, my back arches and a low animal moan escapes my lips. Every inch of my taut body is on fire from the loving caresses I have been receiving. I writhe toward hands that know a thousand ways to make me hot. As my cunt wraps around the familiar stroking fingers, I think of nothing else but the pleasures that are being bestowed. Stewart’s fingers are driving into my vagina with deep, forceful thrusts. Two fingers, then three: I feel stuffed to the brim, my clitoris red hot as he rubs it vigorously with his other hand.

I’m almost there, the desire for his cock increasing my need, my pleasure. He senses my impending explosion and goes at it with unleashed masculine energy, wildly finger fucking me as I spread my legs wide. I’m right at the edge, ready to explode. I can feel it coming, my body taut with expectancy, my mind a blank. Finally…my body bucks and kicks, my pelvis thrusts forward, and hot flashes of orgasmic release sweep through me as I come with wild abandon.

Now I feel myself floating into the dreamland of sexual release. Deep sighs, relaxing muscles and a short rest bring me back to earth. I feel fantastic, beautiful and feminine. Once I’ve regained my senses, I slick down my hands with some oil and give my partner the relief he’s been so patiently waiting for.

Stewart and I have been masturbating each other with some regularity for almost a year now. Although we have given each other intense sexual fulfillment, we have never actually had intercourse together. Of course, it helps that each of us has an occasional lover on the side, but between the two of us, it’s strictly a hands only affair.

You see, Stewart and I are old friends and I mean friends. We weren’t lovers early on, but we were always there for each other all through college, through the good times and the bad. At graduation we had an unspoken agreement not to part, so we moved to the Big Apple together and played roommates for a while. We found jobs as investment brokers at competing companies, and now, a year later, we enjoy separate apartments in the same neighborhood. It’s obvious to anyone that Stewart and I have been the best of buddies for many years.

Thankfully, our friendship survived the big city, mostly through lengthy late night phone conversations, each of us bemoaning our metropolitan woes. Most of our heartfelt complaints involved the opposite sex, or more accurately, the lack of any sex at all. I’ll admit that during those all too frequent times when I had no lover, I often fantasized about Stewart. The interesting thing is that, although these fantasies were vivid and sexually charged, they never did include intercourse, just plain old, mutually satisfying, old fashioned masturbation.

Masturbation? With a man? Why? Well, I once had a lover who used to get me off with his fingers, and the enjoyment of that particular sexual pleasure has never diminished. And, I guess, like a lot of women, I understand that intercourse can take a relationship to deeper emotional levels, levels I knew were probably inappropriate for Stewart and me. At any rate, we began our explorations into mutual masturbation at a time when we were both without partners and very horny. On a dinner date that sounded like a scene from Noel Coward, we gingerly negotiated our first special evening together.

At my place I lit some candles and poured some wine. After I lowered the lights, I turned on my gas fireplace and got some mellow music going. Finally I relaxed next to Stewart on the coach, a little bit nervous but excited about the prospect of getting some good sex back into my life. We sat quietly for a moment, just relaxing, staring into the flames. After what seemed like ages, Stewart turned to me and slowly began to unbutton my blouse.

“I’ve often wondered what you might look like under here,” he whispered as he single handedly unfastened my bra, a move that suggested Stewart might be very, very good. When my breasts were bared and Stewart let out a sigh of appreciation, I knew that he liked what he saw.

The feel of his warm hand gliding across my belly and gently fondling my breasts sent warm sensations of pleasure sweeping through my body. I relaxed entirely, sinking low into the couch, allowing myself the pleasure of enjoying every moment of my growing sexual arousal.

Stewart fondled my breasts for a long time, moving his palms along the bulging under curves of my breasts. He twirled his fingertips around the hardening nipples and massaged the soft flesh in his hands. When he leaned over and slipped one of my nipples deep into his mouth, sucking deep and slow, I had second thoughts as to whether I wanted to abstain from some serious fucking. I really hoped we could, though. The idea of getting each other off with our hands really turned me on. Direct manual manipulation can be so intense.

It wasn’t too long before Stewart guided me to the floor, had me lie on my back in front of the fire and began pulling my pants and undies off.

“Now you lie back and enjoy,” he said. “Just let your best friend take care of you.”

Thus began one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. He started out slowly enough, running his fingers all along the insides of my thighs, throwing fuel onto my growing passion. I spread my legs and stretched my arms out over my head as his fingertips grazed my pussy and ran through my dark bush. When he gently massaged the very upper part of my pussy, I practically melted into the carpet.

This was like a dream come true. Every move was slow, gentle, teasing and intense. All I had to do was lie back and enjoy. Best of all, this was on sexual experience I knew wasn’t going to be over soon.

Stewart was both generous and patient, giving me his full attention. For the longest time he just ran his fingertips up and down the crack of my pussy, every now and then slipping a finger ever so slightly inside and drawing out a bead of moisture. Every stroke was a delicious experience, and every time he let his fingers linger on my clitoris, massaging, circling, I felt my passion soar like a hawk.

Stewart knew I was more than ready for the next phase. First he slipped just one long finger into my pussy. It felt so good. Then two fingers, and the sensation of pleasure that filled me made me sigh. Then three, stuffing my pussy to the brim like a huge, hard cock. I arched my back and spread my legs ever wider, inviting him to explore the depths of my pussy.

He accepted this invitation, really going for it, fucking my pussy hard and deep with his fingers. At first he just plunged in again and again, nice, firm strokes, sinking his fingers deep. Then he got very creative, inventing moves that had my mind reeling and my body squirming on the floor. He drove deep and twirled his fingertips around and around my cervix, something no cock can do, sending spasms of pleasure to the very core of my being. The he ran his fingers along the roof of my pussy, his palm coming to land directly under my clitoris and massaging it from underneath with one hand while he attacked it vigorously from above with the other.

Some mind blower! My clit was getting stimulated like never before. Stewart’s moves were so intense, massaging me fast and deep. Every now and then he thrust his fingers into my pussy, caressing my clit with his other hand. Then he’d pull his plunging fingers back up under my clit and go at it again, rubbing vigorously, while I just lay there helplessly. My legs were wide open, my head thrown back, and I felt myself moving steadily toward an intense orgasm.

Stewart sensed my impending explosion, and he never let up. He stroked me with a firm, experienced touch, fucking me hard and deep with his fingers. Hen he pulled back the wet lips of my pussy, revealing my hooded clit, and directly stimulated it. I could hear the little sounds of my wet cunt as his fingers plunged and plunged.

Finally I reached that moment when you know you’re going to come and there’s no turning back. The pressure in my pussy and pelvis was so intense that my back arched high and a light sweat covered my body. Stewart whispered words of encouragement like “Go for it” and “Yeah, really let it come.”

Boy, did I ever! I exploded with one wave of pleasure after another, my body bucking wildly as Stewart continued plunging his fingers into my soaking pussy, never missing a beat. My pelvis rocked, my head twisted from side to side, and I think I might have screamed…I often do.

When it was over, and he last wave of pleasure had passed through me, I just lay there on the carpet feeling relaxed, relieved and a little bit drowsy. I think I dozed for a moment, but when I opened my eyes, Stewart was sitting there, smiling.

“Pretty good, huh?” he chuckled.

“Pretty good,” I mumbled. “In fact, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had without being fucked.”

We were silent for a moment as I regained my strength. Then I got up, went into the bathroom for a bottle of baby oil, returned to Stewart’s side and said, “Your turn.”

Stewart didn’t waste any time. He lay down in front of the fire and helped me pull his pants off. I’d seen Stewart in shorts before, and I knew he had an attractive, strong body, but I never could have guessed that his cock was so damn good looking. When we slipped his underwear off, I was pleasantly surprised to find a nice, firm shaft, hard as a rock and a little bit bigger than average. His red head just begged to be sucked.

But I didn’t. I returned, minute for minute, the pleasure Stewart had bestowed on me. I love to hold a good cock in my hands. And Stewart’s hard dick and hanging balls felt marvelous to touch, and I was really looking forward to working up his come and watching it fly.

I started out easily enough, slicking down my hands with a generous amount of oil, taking Stewart’s hard cock in both hands and rubbing it with long, slow strokes. His cock felt so wonderful, and I the sighs that escaped his lips told me that Stewart was enjoying his reward.

Up and down I moved, my hands gliding along the entire length of his long shaft and pumping him sure and steady with firm, strong strokes. Taking up a little bit more oil, I held his shaft carefully in one hand and ran the palm of my other hand across the top of his swollen cockhead. I cupped it, riding it around and around, then slid my hands slowly down his shaft. Massaging his balls in one hand, I pumped the base of his cock with the other. Stewart spread his legs wide, closed his eyes and looked as though he were enjoying every bit of my attentions.

I worked him slow at first, really getting into giving him a sensual delight I know every man loves but that few experience as much as they like. Every man love a good, backbreaking fuck, but they also like to lie back and enjoy the intensity of a skilled, leisurely handjob. You can do things with your hands that are impossible to do with your pussy, like simultaneously stroking his shaft and massaging his balls, or really digging into his cockhead with your fingertips.

I slowly increased the tempo and vigor of my handiwork, bringing Stewart’s passion to a boil and working up his come. My hands were moving faster now, sliding up and down his silky shaft as if I were riding him with my pussy. He really went wild when I rubbed my thumbs into his cockhead, digging in deep. His back arched, he cried out with pleasure and his breathing got deep and erratic. I knew I had him on the run, so I stroked him feverishly, pounding down on his cock while I jiggled his balls. When I placed his cockhead between my palms, I got this wild idea and rubbed his cock as though it were a ball of dough, stroking him hard and fast.

I worked him for a long time, loving every minute of it, exploring his sexuality like a pioneer in virgin territory. It wasn’t long before my efforts were rewarded. Stewart’s body tensed, and his face pinched up. His legs grew taut and his breathing got wild. In those last few moments, I pumped his shaft in one hand and worked his hanging balls but good.

At the moment right before he exploded, Stewart’s body seemed to relax entirely. I pumped him one or two more times, then watched in pleasure as semen flew out of his cockhead and landed on his neck and on the carpet around his head. I pumped some more, this time bringing a long string of come that shot out and splattered all over his chest and belly. A couple of more strokes and a final blob spurted out, dripping down the side of his cock and onto my hands. His come was warm and slick, and I rubbed it into his shaft, enjoying the feel of it.

Stewart and I relaxed, then cleaned up. We hung out together for a while, talking and finishing the wine, and then Stewart went home. Before he left, we made plans for our next date. We wanted to do this again…soon. The other thing we agreed on was that it would remain a hands only affair. No intercourse for us. If either one of us finds someone they really like, then best wishes and our arrangement will end. But between us it is just wonderful friendship and pure sexual release.

Sex without intercourse? Not your usual kind of love affair, and not easy to maintain, but Stewart and I love it. I’ll admit that there have been times when I’ve felt like junking our agreement and fucking Stewart’s brains out. But deep inside I think both of us want to keep this a special affair, one that will create special memories: for me, memories of the man with whom I shared a wonderful friendship and truly unique sexual pleasure.

It all started one morning when my wife, Rona, caught me masturbating. I was cocooned in the blankets, having the most delicious, erotic dream about her. Her beautiful, naked body was so real, so vivid, that I actually felt it undulating beneath me. Her pussy was just about to envelope my cock when I suddenly awoke, my eyes flying open and the sunlight hitting them. I turned over to embrace my lovely wife, hoping to reenact my dream, and felt just the bed pillows I realized then that Rona had already gotten up and that I could hear her busily preparing herself for a new day.

I was aroused, frustrated, and when I looked down and touched my cock very hard. Turning down the covers, I decided to take matters in hand.

Stroking my cock and imagining that my hand was Rona, I developed a steady rhythm. So I wasn’t paying any attention at all didn’t hear the shower being turned off, never heard her enter the bedroom but I did hear her say, “Hey, no fair. That’s mine.” I stopped what I was doing immediately and looked up at her, flustered, embarrassed, and feeling my face getting redder by the minute.

Although I love to masturbate, it has always been a private thing. I never played those games with the other guys at summer camp, never made jokes about it it was just a matter between me and my cock. I assumed that my wife masturbated and that she felt the same way.

Now there I was, on the bed with my cock as stiff as a pole. I asked Rona if she had something in mind. Just out of the shower, she stood wrapped in a towel, staring down at my cock. In response to my question, she glanced quickly at her watch. Then she smiled at me seductively. Rona let the towel drop slowly to the floor, revealing, by stages, her slightly damp, entirely delectable, body. She told me to go on with what I was doing, and she moved around to the foot of the bed, where we have a large trunk full of blankets. She climbed up on the trunk and knelt there, her knees spread wide, and stared at me hungrily. There was pure lust total, kinky, uninhibited sexual desire described in the curve of her lips and the gleam in her eye.

I was more than a little astonished by what was happening, as well as a good deal less hard because of it, so she began to offer encouragement. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, moistening them. She cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting them up and out for me, and rolled the nipples between her fingers until they were erect and firm. After a few moments, she let one hand stray across her belly and down between her legs, where she began to brush lightly at her bush with her fingernails.

Watching Rona touch herself like that, something I had never seen her do before, helped me deal with some of my own inhibitions, and soon my hand had returned to my cock, which had in turn regained its former state of arousal. I 62
began to stroke it slowly. My wife suggested I put some baby oil on it, which I did immediately, from the small bottle on the night table. The effect was electrifying. My hand was slick and hot, and the sounds it made were just like the sounds of fucking. I fondled my balls with my free hand and began to masturbate in earnest, my hand jerking up and down with increasing speed.

Through it all, Rona never took her eyes off my cock, nor her hands off her own body. As she watched me, she began to pinch her erect nipples, something I knew turned her on when I did it to her. With her other hand, she spread her cunt lips and stroked her clitoris. Slowly she inserted her long middle finger into herself, all the while flicking her clitoris with her thumb. Her hips began to move back and forth, thrusting, matching the rhythm of my hand. Then she began telling me what she was doing to herself. She described how it felt, and then she told me what she was watching me too and how much she enjoyed that. She said she loved watching my cock, all hard and shiny, and that she wanted to see my come shooting up in the air the way it shot into her.

My wife went on like that, saying all these erotic things while she fondled herself. The combination of her words and her actions sent me right over the edge. I squeezed my balls and thrust my hips into the air as gob after gob of thick come spurted from the engorged head of my cock, spattering on my belly and coating my cock and my hand, adding to the lubricant already there. Rona watched the whole thing mesmerized, her eyes fixed on my shooting cock and her hands still as she watched me come.

Finally I had milked the last drop of come from my flagging cock. As it grew limp in my fingers, my wife climbed onto the bed, leaned over me and gave me a kiss. “We’ll have to do that again, darling,” she pun ed. The only problem, she said, was that she couldn’t see my cock very well, what with my hand being in the way. “But we can take care of that next time.” With that, she got up, dressed quickly and left for work. After I recovered, which took a while, I did the same. I had an especially successful day, interrupted as it was by frequent recollections of the morning’s activity. I felt as though a whole new avenue of sexual endeavor lay before me, ready to be explored.

A few days later, my wife suggested we watch one of our favorite x rated movies. I readily agreed, since this invariably leads to great sex. We sat on the couch, I hit the “play” button and in no time we were in the middle of an extremely erotic scene involving two young women. As they danced together, undressed each other, then fell onto the bed in one another’s arms, my wife and I became increasingly aroused. She slipped out of her clothing and lay with her feet toward me and one hand resting on the arm of the couch. She asked me whether I could watch both her and the movie simultaneously, and I assured her that I could. Soon, however, what was happening on the screen began to pale in comparison with what was happening on the opposite end of the couch.

Rona began to fondle herself as she watched the movie. She started as usual, with her hands on her breasts brushing her nipples, rolling them between her fingertips, pinching them into pink rigidity. Then, as the scene in the movie got hotter, so did she. She began by rubbing her hands along her thighs, kneading the muscles, raking her skin with her nails. She squeezed her thighs together as she did this, rubbing them back and forth against each other in a way that aroused her further still. Her hands moved to her cleft, and she allowed her fingers to probe between her legs, which parted slowly in response until they were spread wide and her sex was fully open.

This whole time, I let my gaze wander back and forth between my wife and the movie. One of the young women was going down on the other. I had discarded the few clothes I had had on initially and was absently stroking my now rigid cock. The woman on the screen was spreading her cunt lips so that her friend could have easier access to her clit. At the same time, my wife was spreading her own lips wider as she took possession of her own pleasure bud. She slipped a long, scarlet nailed finger along either side of it and began to ease them back and forth. Her clitoris protruded invitingly, and I wanted to lean forward and suck it, but something told me that this was not the time. Right now I wanted to watch my wife make herself come. And she seemed to want the same thing. Her eyes were only for the movie, her hands only for herself as they glided over her flushed skin, seeking out the most sensitive, most responsive areas. Eventually, her free hand found its way underneath her to probe the shadowy cleft between her ripe buttocks, and I could just make out one finger slowly disappearing from view.

My urge to participate was becoming uncontrollable, but I was unsure of exactly what to do until I realized that not only were her breasts being neglected, but so was her cunt, which by now was oozing lubrication. I eased myself around until I was kneeling next to her. I took my cock in my hand and began brushing the head against the nipple of her left breast. Then I extended the middle finger of my other hand and slid it into her cunt. I thought that she would object to my intrusion, and I was pleasantly surprised when my wife suddenly began to tremble and surge against me in a violent orgasm. I decided that my finger was having its desired effect or perhaps it was my teasing her nipple. In any case, I continued with both activities until she shuddered to another orgasm.

All this time I had continued to fondle my cock. From time to time I transferred some of the juices that coated my left hand to my right, so that soon the shaft of my cock was glistening. This only served to make it easier to jerk off. Rona was no longer watching the movie and was focused intently on my cock. In addition, while she. continued to stroke her clit, her other hand was now running up and down the inside of one my thighs, and she paused now and then to trace lines of fire across my balls with her nails.

I continued to work my hand up and down my shaft as my wife raised her head and flicked her tongue at the dripping tip. Finally the orgasm had built up in me to the point where I could no longer control it. I gasped that I was going to come. Quickly, Rona gripped my balls in her fingers and squeezed them tightly, almost to the point of pain, and ordered me to let go of my cock. Just as the first jet of come erupted from the tip, I did as she asked and released my cock. Suddenly free, it jerked wildly up and down as each burst of come arched up and out and spattered against Rona’s breasts. It seemed as if it would go on forever, and neither of us could take our eyes off the sight until, finally, my cock, still half hard, tilted downward and the last bit of come dripped between my knees onto the couch. My wife released my balls and held my cock lovingly as she sucked it clean while, with our two hands, we brought her to her third and final orgasm.

After that we enjoyed several sessions of mutual masturbation, and we even employed our newfound pleasure to solve a problem that had bothered us for some time. The woman on top position is one that had never worked very well for us. Rona, however, was determined to make it enjoyable. She started out by coming to the dinner table one night in a black translucent nightgown and a black silk G string. The whole time we were eating, I devoured her with my eyes. When we were finished, we repaired to the bedroom, where she undressed me slowly. At that point she slid out of her nightgown, leaving on only the G string, and began to rub herself allover my body. She flicked the underside of my cock with her nipples, then stuffed them in my mouth.

As I sucked her nipples, she pinched mine until they were as hard as pencil erasers. Rona slowly slid one leg up between mine, pressing her hot cunt to my thigh. When she leaned against me, we both fell back on the bed. She sat astride my thighs and looked down at me. First she caressed my nipples some more, then lifted her hands to her own breasts. She squeezed them softly, sensuously running her palms over the soft, pale skin. My wife raised first one, then the other, to her mouth and sucked herself. Then she began to pinch her nipples between her fingertips, lightly at first, then harder.

After a while my wife gave her breasts a final squeeze and dropped her hands to my cock, which she began to stroke tenderly. I was already rigid from watching her, but she wanted me harder still. She then shifted her attention to her cunt. The silk G string was stretched taut across her, and she grasped the waistband and pulled it up, making the narrow strip of material cut deeply into her engorged flesh, which swelled on either side of it. She continued to pull it up, tighter, and tighter until the silk had all but disappeared between her plump cunt lips. Then she began to rock her hips, causing the material to rub against her clit. The silk began to get damp. When it was completely soaked, Rona untied the strings at her hips and pulled off the G string in such a way that the narrow back strap slid provocatively between her lips. She handed it to me, and I inhaled its rich scent. Rona, meanwhile, was fondling herself, spreading her lips with one hand and stroking her clit with her fingers. Gently she extended her middle finger and eased it into her cunt while her free hand returned to her breasts and began to squeeze and twist her nipples.

All this was having the desired effect on me. I was stiff as a bar of iron and wanted desperately to fuck her. When I told her so, she smiled, lifted herself up and removed her hand from her cunt. She quickly gripped my cock and slid it in where her finger had just been. With a twitch of her hips, she settled herself on me. Rona sighed, threw back her head and went on fondling herself. One hand continued to work at her breasts, while the other stroked her clit. I watched, fascinated.

My wife’s cunt lips were spread wide to receive me, and her clit was plainly visible and glistening with moisture. Sometimes she would stroke it directly sometimes she would place one finger on either side of it and work them up and down, leaving the clitoris itself untouched. Then she would raise herself slightly to stroke the exposed portion of my cock or in order to reach back and squeeze my balls. Her moisture coated fingers moved over her clitoris in small, circular motions. In this way she had a gut wrenching orgasm that caused her to throw her head back once again and moan with pleasure while her face grew flushed and the tendons in her neck stood out.

I, in the meantime, was thrusting wildly at her, my hips bucking and threatening to throw her from the saddle, but her cunt gripped me rhythmically as she came. She was fondling herself with both hands now, one in front, the other in back. She rocked her hips against the touch of her fingers and the feel of me buried inside her. Her breasts bounced provocatively with each thrust, and her nipples stood out, firm and hard. As my sexy wife began to come again, I exploded inside her, matching her surge for violent surge, filling her with come that immediately began dripping down my shaft to soak our mingled pubic hair. Rona managed to stay in place on top of me, her hands motionless but still touching her hot skin, until my cock finally grew limp and slipped from her grip. Giving me a quick kiss, she rolled over onto her back to lie beside me. Cuddling, we agreed that, in the future, we would continue to explore variations on the theme of masturbation. No doubt with happy results.