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Fascination With Male Masturbation

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Fascination With Male Masturbation
I've literally spent hours reading these masturbation stories. I get very horny reading them and always have to get myself off afterwards.
I am a 51-year-old female who frequently masturbates. I think masturbation is something that just happens to us, like scratching an itch. We get sexual urges at a young age and our hands automatically reach down to those body parts that are "itching" and twinging and we rub. It happens quite naturally before we even know what is happening.
I had my first orgasm at a very young age, maybe 9 or 10. I used to climb up the clothesline poles and hang upside down from the crossbar. I started noticing that I got this strange feeling when I was climbing on those poles and swinging around that crossbar. The feeling kept getting stronger and stronger, until one day whole body started pulsating, I started shaking, and I got so weak I had to let go of the crossbar and fall to the ground. I went in to tell my mother what happened. She just laughed and said "you'll be ok".
I discovered boys when I was about 12 or 13 and I would lay in bed at night and think about a certain boy that I liked. My body would get that same funny feeling, and soon my hands were reaching down to my crotch, where I started pushing on my pubic bone, trying to relieve the aching feeling. I would roll over on my tummy and rub my pubic bone against my mattress. I loved kissing and making out with boys. The first boys I kissed would press their hard dicks against me and I would rub my pelvic area back and forth against their erections. The first boy I did this with that I could actually go on a car date with would pull me down in the seat of his car and then climb on top of me and rub himself against me until he came in his pants. It wasn't long before I could cum like this, too. After a few months, we started unzipping his pants and I would play with his dick and make him cum. Then we took my pants off and he would lay on top of me and rub his dick on me until we both came. We were afraid to have actual intercourse and get pregnant, but we both found extreme pleasure in having sex like this.
Later on, in my twenties, I got into a very bad marriage and was divorced after 5 years. One of my boss's partners was a tall, handsome Italian man who was married but had a reputation for being unfaithful to his wife. One day he called me and asked me to meet him for dinner that evening where he would sign some papers I needed from him for the business. I dressed up real nice and met him. He was also dressed very nice and we enjoyed a wonderful dinner together. After a couple of hours, he started talking about his wife and how he had hurt her so much by being unfaithful to her. He said he loved her and they planned to keep their marriage together, but she no longer slept with him because of her anger at him. (I still think this is true, even though I know it is one of the oldest lines in the book). Then he started talking to me about my marriage and how he had watched me during those 5 years and felt so sorry for me because he knew how terrible I was being treated. I started to cry and when he put his arms around me, I just melted into him. He asked me if I would go with him to a motel room and I said yes. This was the beginning of an intense 3-year affair and we continued to see each other once every year or two for 20 years thereafter.
It also was the beginning of my fascination with male masturbation. He masturbated several times a day and would often call me during the day at work to tell me he was thinking about me and jacking off. When we were together, he would fuck me until I came (he knew just how to do it) and then he would get on his knees and jack off somewhere on my body. Sometimes in his car, he would have me lay down and show him my exposed pussy. He would finger it and then jack himself off. I wonder to this day why the only way he could cum was by jacking off. Ever since then, my fantasy has been to watch men jacking off. Thinking about a man...any man...jacking off makes me horny and I use this fantasy when I masturbate. I would give anything to catch some man jacking off and watch him while he is not aware that I am watching.
About a year ago the most wonderful thing happened. My family was all out in my back yard as we had invited everyone over for a barbecue. My phone rang and when I answered it there was complete silence. I listened for awhile because I thought I heard something but I wasn't sure. I hung up the phone and started walking back outside when the phone rang again. This time, the sound was a little louder, and soon I realized it was the rhythmic sound of a hand pumping a lubricated penis. The sound became louder, and soon I could hear the man's hand slapping against his body as his jacking off became more urgent. I stayed on the phone and listened, but he hung up. When I hung up my phone, my knees were weak and I was shaking with excitement. I went into my bathroom, sat on my toilet, and rubbed my clit until I came. I came fast and hard. All I could think of was that I hoped this man called back again. A couple of days later, my wishes were granted. I listened as the man first slowly, then faster jerked his penis until he was about to cum, but he hung up before it happened. I was so disappointed. Finally, one day he called while I was alone. As soon as I realized it was him, I pulled down my underwear and laid down on my couch and started rubbing my clit as I listened to him jerking away. I started groaning, and then he asked me if I was playing with myself. I said yes and then I gasped, groaned and let him listen to me cum on the phone. As soon as he heard this, he too came loudly and long. Since then, we have masturbated many times together over the phone. He loves it when I put the phone down to my crotch so he can listen to my finger sliding in and out of my wet pussy. This brings him to the brink of orgasm. We also have talked and learned a little about each other. We are both happily married and agree we don't want to do anything to mess up our marriages. He is 31 and I am 51, but he doesn't seem to mind the age difference. He gave me his phone number, but I usually don't call him. I did use the number to look up where he lives, which is only a couple of miles from me. A few times he was outside when I drove by, so I was able to see what he looks like. He's tall, dark and very handsome. He says he would like to see me, but I don't think he has yet, unless he has secretly driven by and gotten a look at me too. I look very young for my age, and I don't think he'd be disappointed.
Well, now I've told my story. I think I will go back and read a little more about the men's masturbation experiences, and then I'll lay back and rub my clit to a beautiful orgasm.



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