Mutual Masturbation Beats Penetration

Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: Romulus Age: 56 Gender: Male

I apologize for including penetration acts in a mutual masturbation account, but I hope that this will help you understand why I prefer being jacked off by a woman.

My whole life seems to have been about masturbation (I'll save my stories about my dry orgasms, my first ejaculation, and my early experiences with my female second cousin,for another day).

By the start of grade 10, I was jerking off several times every day. I would awaken to my father's alarm at 5 am. I always woke with a rigid "morning glory", and I would have to masturbate before I could even get out of bed.

I would leave home at 8 am to walk to school. I spent most of the day with a hard-on, and it was difficult to concentrate in class when my head was full of erotic thoughts of breasts wanting stroking and cunts wanting licking. In those days, you had to stand up when you answered the teacher's question. I would keep an open book on my desk during class, and turn it on end as I stood up to hide my erection.

Some days I would go to the boys washroom in the middle of a class period and relieve myself by jerking off. I would usually hear other boys in the stalls doing the same thing! Most days I just hurried home at 3:30 and disappeared to the basement to "play with my model trains". My mom would be making dinner and I would be on my knees on a cushion on the basement floor, my pants and underpants pulled down, one hand massaging my ball sack and the other stroking my cock.
I soon noticed that the longer I made myself wait to cum,the farther I could shoot my jizz across the concrete floor. Some days I would cum two or three times before dinner.

In our house, you had to have a bath every night before bed. I would get on my knees in the water and soap up my dick and balls. Then I would stroke myself with my rough washcloth until I shot into the bathwater. I'd get dried, put on my pyjamas, go to bed, and, before I fell asleep, I'd jerk off into a couple of tissues.

I swore it made my cock grow. By the start of Grade 12 I had become an inch and a half longer when erect.

I also had my driver's licence by then, and I was allowed to have the family car to go to school dances and church youth group events. I had my first serious girlfriend that year. Heather was in Grade 13 and had experience. We went to a church dance and, as I was driving her home afterwards, she asked me to park in the dark, far back corner of the parking lot of the building she lived in with her parents.

Within five minutes, she had undone her bra, and my eager hands were up the front of her sweater. She unzipped her slacks and shoved my hand down the inside of her underpants, holding my wrist to give guidance.

I began rubbing her clit as she began rubbing my hard-on thru my pants. I asked her to unzip me and take it out, but she said she couldn't, she was saving herself for marriage. She said that feeling me big and hard would help her cum. Hearing that, I exploded in my underpants. She kept stroking me as her own orgasm wracked her body, and I came again. We had a few dates that ended like that, then she got interested in somebody else, and she was always "busy" when I called her for a date.

The autumn that I left home for university, I was desperate to get laid. I dated a succession of girls from towns with names that I had to look up on a roadmap. I was in an amateur theatre group and a girl who was in second year arts kept finding excuses to talk to me.

One Sunday afternoon, Barbara came up to my room and shortly we were naked in my single bed. I was doing all my usual "charm" things to her. She had perky tits the size of grapefruits. She said I was the first "boy" who had really bothered to get her ready for sex. She kept jerking my prick hard and I suddenly felt like I was going to cum. I rolled on top of her and just as we were trying to "put it in" I deposited a full wad of cum in her pubic hair. She didn't even say anything, she just got up and got dressed and left. I could actually see her first-floor window from my second-floor room, and half an hour later I saw some guy climbing in her open window as she stood naked in her room. She never acknowledged me again.

The next year I transferred to a different college, closer to my parents' home. I reconnected with a girl, Ruthie, whom I hadn't seen since I was 15, and we did a lot of heavy petting in her dorm room. She said she was saving herself for marriage, but we ended every date with her cumming by my hand down the front of her underpants. She wouldn't touch me, inside or outside my pants. I would go home with a huge hard-on and sore balls after every date and jerk off into tissues.

Then I moved into a boarding house to be closer to class and, through one of the guys in that house, I met a girl who had already graduated and had a job and a car. Ann and I dated a few weeks. One weekend her parents drove up north to open up their summer cottage.

My parents thought I was spending the weekend in the city, but she took me to her parents' house where she lived, and then took her clothes off. I had a raging hard-on before my clothes hit the floor. She sat on the edge of her bed, which was really high. She stroked me a couple of times and tried to guide me into her, but I shot fat ropes of jizz all over her large breasts and her bed.

We laid down on the bed and necked for awhile. As soon as I started to get hard again we tried the same position. She guided me into her and I got about an inch in when I ejaculated with her hand still stroking me. I pulled out and noticed blood on my cock. She said it was her first time.

We showered together, ate a pizza from the freezer, and left for a party at 8pm. We left the party around 1 am, went to her place, and fell naked into her bed, exhausted.

Around dawn, she woke me up by stroking my cock. I opened my eyes and saw she was frigging her slit with her other hand. Then she started rubbing the head of my cock between her legs. I rolled on top of her, my cock slipped between her well-lubricated pussy lips, and she arched her back and came even before I did -- which didn't take long.

The following Tuesday she went to her doctor and got on the pill. We still had sex, but we didn't do "penetration" because we thought it would be stupid to get pregant while we were waiting for the pill to take effect. Ann and I got married 3 months later.

The sex was pretty good for the first two years while I was still in college. When I graduated and got a job, we started to taper off. Back in those days, women had to "take a rest" from the pill every few years. We used condoms and she stopped having orgasms. She would always be asking me "did you cum yet?"

She was always worrying that the condom would break. She wanted me to cum after as few strokes as possible. She kept making me pull out so she could check the condom. Eventually, I could cum on the fourth or fifth stroke. We always did it in an upright position so that she could have control. She said the missionary position prevented her from making sure that I pulled out.

We had a wide vanity cabinet in the bathroom. She would sit on the side of the counter that didn't have the sink, and this position placed her vagina at just the right height that I could get my cock head between her lips while I stood on the floor. If I didn't pull out when she told me, she juste wiggled her bum backward on the countertop and I would slip out. Eventually, we stopped having penetration sex.

She would sometimes give me a handjob. In the morning, she had to get up earlier than I to get to work on time. She would sit on the toilet in the ensuite bathroom and masturbate, I could hear the squish-squish sound if the house was quiet. If I heard her, I would jerk off into a pair of her soft white cotton underpants at the same time.

One Friday evening, Ann was working afternoon shift. I was at home when the phone rang; it was Ruthie. She asked me to come and see her. She said that she had really missed me the past three years and that our friendship shouldn't have ended with my marriage to Ann. I was there in half an hour.

She rented the upper floor of a house. She met me at the door in a white terry bathrobe and I followed her up the stairs with my hand reaching up to her wet, slick inner thigh. She led me into her bedroom and lay down on the bed, her robe now open, one hand rubbing her glistening vulva. She said she wanted me to make love to her. I asked her if she was on the pill, and she said no, we should just take a chance.

I undressed in the fading light and lay down beside Ruthie. I couldn't figure out why I wasn't getting a hard-on. I had never seen her naked before, and she was much better looking naked than I expected. She had small, dark nipples like movie stars and pert breasts. And she was obviously hot for me.

I entwined my fingers with hers in her pussy. She was warm and very wet, very slippery. My fingers probed her opening. She moaned, her back arched. My hand was soaked with her juices. I moved it to my cock and spread her lubrication over my flaccid member as I began to stroke myself. Her tongue probed my lips and mouth. Finally, I started to get hard.

She wrapped her hand around my half-erect member, and I began to probe her slit with my fingers again. My cock got harder, then began to fail me. I removed her hand, pressing it into her vulva, and she began to frig herself. I moved my own hand back to my failing member and began to stroke myself. I again began to get hard, then suddenly I ejaculated onto her leg.

She sat up, turned the bedside light on, peered at her leg, and said "yech!". I reached for a tissue and cleaned her off. We lay there for a while, hugging and kissing. I promised to come back the next Friday night to visit her again. I dressed and left to pick up Ann after she finished work.

I thought about Ruthie all the next week. I bought condoms and contraceptive foam. I showed her the contents of the bag as soon as I got there Friday night. She undressed and pulled back the covers of her bed, letting them fall at the end of the bed. She lay down on her back on the bare bed and said she wanted me to take her virginity.

I undressed and began to stroke my cock as I looked at her laying there, eagerly waiting for me to mount her. I filled the clear plastic applicator with foam, pressed it into her vagina, and pushed the plunger. I withdrew it from her and placed it on her bedside table.

I returned to stroking my member, tearing a condom wrapper open with my teeth. I began to unroll the rubber onto my dick, and suddenly I felt frantic. As I continued to unroll it onto my shaft, I could see my cum filling the end of the condom, feel my spasms as my body took over command. With a trembling voice I whimpered, "I've over-stimulated myself, I just came into the rubber!".

She sat up, hugged me, and pulled me over to lay beside her. She kissed me and reached down, pulling on the condom covering my nearly-flaccid cock. I looked down just in time to see her tug the condom off me and press it into her vulva, then push it up inside herself, then masturbate herself with the used rubber which was leaking its contents onto her bedsheet. She moaned, her body jerking in spasms as she came.

The next week was hot and sticky-humid. She drew a cool bath in her large tub and we slipped into the water together. Much cooler after half an hour, we dried each other and retired to her bed. She lay down first, and I then lay with my head near her knees. I gently probed her vaginal lips with my tongue. In the 15 years I had known her, I had never touched her this way. It soon became obvious that she adored this attention.

Her hand that had been stroking my penis directed my proud member to her lips, and her tongue took over. I doubted she had much if any experience in this, but she sucked me with relish. I was concentrating my tongue on her pleasure bud when I suddenly realized that I was ejaculating into her mouth. Abruptly, she stopped what she was doing and fled into the bathroom. I heard her spitting, then retching, then brushing her teeth.

I came up behind her at the sink, reaching round to cup her breasts, hugged her, and apologized for cumming in her mouth. As she finished brushing her teeth, I knelt on the bath mat, and with my hands on her butt cheeks, buried my face in her thick dark bush, pressing my tongue between her labia. I probed her clitoris with my tongue, but she pulled away, saying she no longer felt sexy.

She returned to the bedroom. I followed her, apologizing profusely. She sat on the edge of the bed and slowly regained her composure. I had been pacing the room and felt my cum running down thru the hair on my leg. I reached down, squeezed my cock from base to head, and spread the cum over my glans. I felt my cock stir with tentative excitement, and began to stroke myself.

Seeing this, Ruthie said, "I want you to cum inside me." She lay back on the bed, and began to finger herself. Seeing this, I immediately came to full erectness. Still grasping and stroking myself, I knelt on the bed, pressing my knees one at a time between hers, moving her legs apart. I lowered myself onto her body,my hand guiding my cockhead to her heavenly opening.

As I began to enter her, feeling a resistance, I wrapped my hands under her back onto her shoulders and pulled my body upward along hers. I felt a sharp pain as my cock entered her channel, she gasped, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Despite the pain I thrust a few short strokes, blowing my load into her tight pussy. Instantly the path became easier, and my cock slipped up into her another inch. She winced and cried out. I throbbed, shooting five or six more hot spurts into her cunt. I kissed her, and, as I took my mouth away, she gasped. I shuddered, then I pulled back out of her and knelt beside her on the bed. She smiled thru the tears and thanked me for "being her first".

We never had penetration sex again. She had achieved what she wanted. We moved on to pleasuring each other with the best of cunnilingus, blowjobs, and handwork. Twenty-eight years later we are still the best of friends and lovers. She is still unmarried but lives with a male co-worker. My first marriage ended. I remarried, and, after a dozen years moved on again, this time to a woman obsessed with full penetration sex. But Ruthie and I still play the best mouthmusic to each other. And hope to "til death do us part".

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]