Connie - Fourth Instalment
Category: Female Solo (F)
Submitted by: Connie Age: 37 Gender: Female
[ This is a version of Connie's fourth story that didn't make it on Solo Touch. You can find her revised version here: http://www.solotouch.com/contri.php?story=16705 ]
Thanks to all of you that took the time to send comments to me in response to my first three contributions. I was pleased and flattered with your positive feedback. I responded back to you in the "Specific Contribution" comments section of Solo Touch. I have left comments there in both June and July. You can always check there for any return comments I have sent. I did leave a more detailed description of myself (physical appearance) in the June comment secton when I responded to a comment "Maxine" sent to me. Your very positive feedback has encouraged me to submit one more contribution regarding my masturbation history. You can trust that all my contributions are true and factual. I hope not to disappoint...
Hi again,
I realised in re-reading my previous three contributions that I have not shared much information regarding the adult "Connie." I'm not even sure that anyone reading these contributions would be interested in that information. I gave serious thought to divulging some further personal details about who I am and decided to fill in a few of the blanks.
I am a thirty-seven-year-old female. My work career is in IT. That's right, my day job is being a computer nerd, surprised? My work is challenging and for the most part I enjoy my job. Normal everyday complaints, of course, don't we all?
I have been torn about relating the following information about myself, but decided that those of you who have taken the time to stick with me through my first three contributions would have a little more sense of who I am if I share the following. It is also relevant to the content of this story a little later on. Deep breath, Connie...
In my sophomore year of college, I met and fell in love with the man that would become the "love of my life." He was four years older than me and literally swept me off my feet. He was from the city and very different from the high school boys I had known, and the college guys I had been around. He was handsome, muscular, intelligent, kind, and a very caring person. When we first met he would always kid me that my "shapely" ass is what first caught his attention. That and the fact that I had a strong resemblance to his favorite singer/actress at that time (think, the lead actress in the movie "Grease" from the 70's.)
He was 23 at the time and I would have been 19. He was much more worldly and experienced than I, in so many ways. However, he took the time to establish a friendship with me that gradually developed into a deep love. We were true soul mates. He did not pressure me for a physical relationship at the beginning. I respected that about him.(Actually, I was ready to jump his bones, at hello!) Just prior to meeting me, a relationship he had been in for over two years had endly badly. He was very cautious in becoming too serious, too soon, in our relationship. His failed relationship and the fact that I was four years younger gave him pause to rush too fast into this new relationship.
Perhaps four to five months into our relationship we did "Get Physical." (That's a pun. Those of you in your 30's on up should get it!) I am not going to expand too much on our physical relationship except to say it was "fantastic! He was the perfect lover in every way. He taught me so much on giving and receiving sexual pleasure. His fetish, if you will, was female masturbation. Imagine that! We shared a masturbation passion that was incorporated in many different ways in our love life.
I married this man shortly after graduating from college. I was 21 at the time, he was 25. We had the best marriage you could imagine. One huge disappointment for both of us was that we were unable to have our own children (very long story.) So it was just the two of us and we made it work. We were married for almost 14 years (very deep breath, Connie) when my husband was tragically killed in a car accident a little over two years ago. It's understating it when I say I was totally devastated. I loved this man more than life itself. The days, weeks, and months after this happened were the darkest days of my life. With much love and support from family and friends I slowly healed. I have consoled myself often with the thought that I had something very special for almost 14 years that some people have never experienced for even one day. I am surrounded by an extended family, (many of them from my late husbands' side,) and a few very close friends. The pain of his loss has subsided but the scars inside remain and occasionally get scratched. Please, no sympathy necessary. I thought long and hard before sharing this information. Didn't know what you were getting into when you started reading this, did you? Now that I have shared that, I shall move forward. Hopefully, in a much brighter and erotic manner.
Shortly after the above happened I found myself in a situation I had not been in for many years. Even with the emotional turmoil I was in, as a result of the loss of my husband, my sexual desires resurfaced. I had had, a frequent, varied, and satisfying sexual relationship with my husband for many years. All of a sudden I was alone. What to do? I once again began my solitary "self-pleasuring." Oh yes, I had continued to masturbate while I was married, but more often than not it would be with my husband present. I could drive him crazy with my masturbation "shows." Something special, something different. He loved to watch Connie "playing with herself" and I enthusiastically complied with his requests. I could be an absolute "slut" performing for him. I would also tell him masturbation "stories" as I stroked his cock (it was a nice size and thick, thank you.) It was highly stimulating to me to tell him the most erotic true stories of my masturbation experiences and see how hard, far, and how many "ropes of cum," I could make him expel from the head of his cock at the "climax" of my stories.
Yes, he heard the versions of the content of my previous contributions to Solo touch. I miss that. Perhaps that is a big part of the reason why I have been submitting my stories here. Just in case there is anyone wondering, yes, I do get aroused as I write. Recalling the experiences as I write, can get me quite "drenched." I delay my self-gratification as I write. When I complete my contribution I will treat myself to a very satisfying solo session. Let me reflect on that...I write true sex stories about myself and then masturbate to them. I may be a candidate for therapy! Anyway, it would be nice to know that someone out there is also masturbating to a very intense orgasm upon finishing my story. That would be akin to mutual masturbation, yes? Back to that thought, later...
One evening, a couple of months into my resumed solo sessions I was sitting at my home computer and I stumbled across the Solo Touch website. I began to peruse some of the contributions and I was hooked. Much of the erotica on the Internet is "porn gargage" in my estimation. I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of many of the stories posted here. I do feel some of the contributions are a bit far fetched and exaggerated (do all men truly have eight inch to ten inch penises?) However, overall I enjoy many of the stories and a select few can have an extremely arousing effect on me. I especially scan for contributions that are female solo, male solo, first orgasms, with my favorites being mutual female masturbation experiences. No surprise there, huh, if you have read my previous contributions. The reason I have submitted my own masturbation stories was to reciprocate the gratification I have experienced many times on my visits to this site. Hopefully, I have accomplished that in some small manner.
For those of you that have read my previous contributions you already realize I can be long-winded. If something can be told in ten words, I will use a hundred to get to the point. My thoughts are that if anyone wants to skip over certain portions or details, that is their choice. I attempt to cater to those who prefer to become immersed in the finest small details of an experience.
In pondering what direction I wanted to go with this contribution I considered many different personal experiences. I am nearly twenty-five years removed from "My First Time." If my math is accurate, and I think it is, in one manner or another I have experienced thousands of orgasms in my life. My goodness. Obviously, a good percentage of these orgasms have been self-induced. There are only so many ways to describe the throes of an orgasm. I think the eroticism of an experience has much to do with the setting or what initiated the self-pleasuring. Would you agree? I do have a specific experience I will get to in just a little while but I thought, first, I would rewind and go back to the teenage Connie and share a little more...
High School Boyfriend:
In my junior and senior years of high school I had a "high school sweetheart." It was a fairly typical high school boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. We did experiment sexually but did not go pass third base. For the record, my older sister became pregnant in her second year of college and although I did consider "going all the way" with my high school boyfriend I was frightened to death of the same fate befalling me. No oral sex, either. Back in the early 80's that was still reserved for a more serious relationship than I had with my high school boyfriend. I will say, however, with some tips from my two high school girlfriends, and as a dairy farmers' daughter, with experience "milking" cows, I became quite adept at pleasuring him with a "wicked" hand job. (I'm serious about the "milking" cows...tug...pull...gently...a littler firmer...repeat.) For any of you male readers out there, if you've never been stroked by a dairy farmers' daughter you have missed out on a very special treat! Sorry, I couldn't resist.
My Teenage Masturbation Pattern:
In my "Third Instalment" I alluded to a pattern of masturbating two to three times per week on a normal basis. In reflecting back on that I realized that there were exceptions to that. A few? Many? Let's think about that...
Teenage boys are always thought of as having the raging hormones. I don't think girls are too far behind the boys when it comes to the active hormones at that age. Between the time I was thirteen and seventeen, although I had settled into my "two to three times" a week pattern, it was not unusual for some small daily event to occur that would set off a "twitching" between my legs that would beg for some special attention. I'll share a couple of examples...
The Gynecologist Visit:
I recall my first visit to the gynaecologist when I was about 15. If I recall my period had been irregular for a couple of months and my mother made an appointment to have me checked out. I was quite apprehensive. No one had ever "examined" me down there! I will admit to also being a wee bit excited...just think...a man probing my private parts, (my girlfriends had given me a heads-up.) The visit itself was uneventful. (Sorry, I wish I could tell you some depraved story of being ravished by the doctor...nope, didn't happen.) When we arrived, I went into the examining room after a short wait. My mother remained in the outer office. The doctor was a non-descript middle-aged man, balding, and slightly paunchy. There was also a nurse present. Perhaps thirty-something and quite pretty. I laid on the sheet covered table, had my breasts examined and then into the stirrups. I was nervous and not at all sexually excited. The doctor put on the plastic gloves, examined me inside, did the metal device thing, and completed the examination. Everything was okay. I left with my mother...
It wasn't until that evening in bed that my fertile teenage girls' mind kicked into high sexual gear. I pictured the doctor being a handsome movie actor (I can't remember who.) I was on the examining table again. While probing me with the plastic gloves, what if he would have started to slide his fingers in and out of me in a sexual manner? What if he would have massaged my clit with his other hand? What if the nurse would have joined in? Perhaps, by massaging my erect nub as the doctor fingered me.... The possibilities were endless! As I laid in my bed my pussy was on fire!!! I began to furiously rub my clit. Self foreplay was not necessary this night! I cut to the chase, if you will. Within a couple of minutes of manipulating myself, my first orgasm overtook my body, and caught me by surprise. I don't think I had previously "cum" that quickly when I played with myself. Several intense spasms and I ceased my finger play. In just a minute or two I realized I was not satiated as usual. (At that time in my life, one orgasm per session was my norm.) I started to rub myself again. Within two to three minutes I had a second orgasm and the spasms literally lifted my body off the bed. My god...what's this all about? I rested for perhaps five minutes thinking I was done. However, my pussy was still throbbing and demanding additional attention. The third time I rubbed a bit slower, as I was very sensitive from my two prior orgasms. Could I coax one more orgasm out of myself? If I could, it would be the first time I had three orgasms in one session. This time it took several minutes, but yes, I was close again and then going over the edge...uuuugggghhhh...several very hard spasms before my body shuddered one last time and I lay still. I was drenched in sweat. What a powerful aphrodisiac the mind can be.
The Back Woods and Rusty:
If you have read my previous contributions you already know I was raised on a dairy farm. There were 350 acres of land on our farm. About 150 yards behind our farmhouse was an enclosed wooded area with a stream running through it. In the middle of this wooded area was a tree surrounded clearing, about 50 feet square. The mostly dirt ground in this clearing was covered with twigs and fallen foliage from the trees above. There was a large rock at the edge that was big enough for me to sit on or against. In the summer months this was a refuge of sorts for me. The mornings were the time for my assigned chores, which left the afternoons open to wander around the farm. Most afternoons in the summer I would head back to this clearing. I would either walk back or trot back on Rusty, the brown and white pinto horse my parents had allowed me to have when I was fifteen. Rusty had been my birthday present that year...
It was quiet, peaceful, and private back in this clearing. I was an obsessive reader of all types of books, and would take the current book I was reading with me, and a light blanket to sit on in front of the large rock. I would lean my back against the rock and spend a couple of hours consuming the words of my book, lost in another world, and, yes, on some occasions, during that time frame, if the "twitching" between my legs would capture my attention, I would take care of my "little guy in the boat." I had no fear of being caught. My mother and father were the only other ones on the farm and they never ventured down there in the afternoon. If my mother wanted me, I would hear her yelling from way back at the farmhouse. On the occasions when I indulged in my self-pleasuring I would typically lay on the ground, with my head against the large rock, and commence my "business." Sometimes, I would simply unbutton and unzip the shorts I was wearing, slip my right hand under my panties and have a go at myself. Occasionally, I would remove my shorts and panties, set them aside, and "frig" away. I enjoyed some of my most delicious orgasms here. One afternoon I had an especially memorable orgasm on my way down to the clearing. Shall I say I got side tracked? Yes...it was unplanned...
I mentioned above that my parents had bought my Pinto horse Rusty for me for my fifteenth birthday. I had begged them endlessly from the time I was a young girl to have a horse. Hey, I lived on a farm, almost all farms had one or two horses and I wanted one of my own. I was a farm girl and I'm not apologizing. They compromised with me. The deal was, if I could save up half the money for a horse, when I was fifteen, they would kick in the other half, and I would have my horse. I "earned" my weekly allowance by completing my assigned chores around the farm, and for several years saved a couple of dollars a week to someday have the money to have my horse. My dream was realized on my fifteenth birthday. If memory serves me right, Rusty cost $400.00. My parents kicked in $200.00, I matched a like amount, and I had my horse. I was thrilled...
We purchased Rusty from a neighboring farmer. He was a dark brown and white pinto horse. Not a real large horse, just the right size for a teenage girl. My father pitched in with a saddle for Rusty, taught me how to ride, and I was good to go. I became adept quickly at riding Rusty. I mentioned somewhere previously that I was a bit of a tomboy at that age and learning to ride a horse was a piece of cake for me. With all the acres of land we lived on, there was plenty of space to roam, as I would trot Rusty around the farm...
It was not too long after I began to ride Rusty that I noticed the bouncing movement of the saddle against my female nether region as we trotted along. At first I didn't pay that much attention, it was just part of the ride. However, one day, after I had mounted the saddle and started my trip down to the wooded clearing, I decided to spend a little more time trotting the horse around the land, at a little faster pace, before going to the clearing. I tugged on his bridle and Rusty began to trot a bit faster. I was wearing a light tee shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Almost immediately after commencing the faster trot I became aware of the bouncing, undulating motion of the saddle against my genitals. It felt good. I tugged harder on the bridle and Rusty trotted a little faster. It began to feel better between my legs. The middle seam of my blue jeans was encased snuggly against the slit of my pussy. I think it may have been three or four days since I had "self-pleasured" myself. Without a single sexual thought having entered my mind, I realized I had become horny...
My sexual imagination kicked into gear. What if the saddle I was mounted on was a cute boy from school? What if the horn of the saddle was his hard penis? Would that be an option? It wasn't a conscious decision I made...but Connie knew this was an opportunity to treat herself to an unanticipated orgasm...
I leaned forward, further into the saddle (penis?) I jerked harder on the bridle reins. Rusty increased the speed of his trot. I pressed my jean covered pussy more firmly against the saddle horn. I could feel my "juices," underneath my jeans and panties seeping into the material of my jeans. That would surely leave a wet spot...
I was going to "ride" this out to my orgasm. I was intent on making the penis/horn spurt it's copious white fluid into me at the same time as my spasms occurred. (Yes, I was aware a boy "shot" when he orgasmed.) How many minutes passed once I started my "penis ride?" I don't know. My head was dropped down, my hips and my ass bouncing furiously on the saddle. I pretended the soft inner folds of my pussy were milking my fantasy cock in a mutually satisfying manner. Connie wanted to please her "penis!"...
No delayed self-gratification this time. From the moment I decided to induce my orgasm in this manner I was totally focused on getting there. I pressed harder against the saddle. I bucked my ass and my hips. "That's right, fuck me hard, oh, come on, you can fuck me harder than that, that's it, that's how I want it." My teenage sexual thoughts could be absolutely depraved!...
I sensed the imminence of my orgasm. Those few seconds right before that first spasm occurs was upon me. You know what I mean...don't you? I leaned forward. I pressed myself as tight as I could against the penis/horn. The saddle horns' agitating vibration having a magical sexual effect on my hardened clit tucked against the seam of my jeans. The first spasm escaped my body...yesssss...I pretended the penis I was riding spurted it's first shot at the same time...our spasms were in unison...my second spasm...the second penis spurt...my third spasm...another shot of white fluid spurting inside of me. And another...and another...and another. One very, very satisfying orgasm.
As the last spasm subsided I tugged gently on the bridle reins and slowed Rusty down and brought him to a gentle halt. Was he aware of what his "depraved" rider had just done? I don't know. Was that a devious smile I detected on his face? Nah, couldn't be, could it? I stopped at the entrance to the wooded clearing. I dismounted Rusty and tied him to a nearby tree. I felt weak from my "session" and my legs were wobbly. I slowly entered the clearing and sat down against the large rock. I glanced down at the crotch area of my jeans and noticed I had soaked thought the material. There was a large dark wet spot visible, as a result of my unexpected sexual ride. I closed my eyes and napped.
(Note to Webmaster: I hope I didn't cross any lines above. It was the saddle and not Rusty I was self-indulging with. I know the rules.)
I did repeat the above experience other times in the next couple of years. Not often, but occasionally. It was different and I tried to keep it as a special treat.
Fast forwarding a few years, both the female mounted on top, and the "doggy style" position for intercourse would become my two favorites. With the "doggy style" position, being my favorite. I would lay on my stomach with my husband mounted from behind, his cock buried deep inside. He would hold my hips on either side to brace himself. My back mid-section would be raised just enough to allow me the space to slip my right arm underneath myself and fondle my clitoris. (I have always needed clitoral stimulation to achieve my climaxes, even during intercourse.) He would plunge into me slowly at first and then increase the speed of his strokes. He told me he love the way my ass would wiggle and rub against his lower stomach. It turned him on immensely to watch the rhythm of my arm movement as I manipulated my clit, only my wrist and hand hidden from his view. I would encourage him on..."That's it honey, fuck me just like that, you know how I like it, give me all of your cock, rub your stomach against my ass, you know what my fingers are doing, don't you?" I would talk so "naughty" to him until he would reach his peak and go over the edge. I would delay my orgasm until I felt the first pulsation from his cock that would trigger both his warm male juice spurting inside of me, and my own orgasm. "All of it, I want every last drop of it, sweetie" I would demand of him. He never disappointed me. The inside walls of my pussy coaxing each spurt from him as my fingers extracted those exquisite contractions from my clitoris. MMMMM...it was so good.
I just re-read the above and I hope I have not crossed any lines. I did get a bit carried away. Yes, I am a talker when engaging in sex. Kind of picked it up through the years. Also, I am a "moaner" and at times a bit of a "screamer". I will moan at the point of the first spasm of my orgasm. The moan starting from deep inside the pit of my stomach till it escapes my lips. Moaning can be nice, don't you think?
I have conveyed to you previously that if you saw me in person I'm most certain you would never guess that I am the female writing these stories. I do have a wholesome, All-American gal kind of look. In fact over the years I have been aware of men almost being too polite or displaying guarded male behavior when they are around me. My late husband also noticed that. No, I don't try to be coy or overly cute when I am around men. I am a nice woman and try to conduct myself in a manner that is friendly but not flirty. I hope I said that right. My point being that I have smiled to myself many, many time through the years with the impression that I believe people have of me. If they ever knew what I can be like in the privacy of my bedroom, they would be astonished. As I said previously, you just never know about people!
I just realized as I've read what I've written above, that I got carried away with my personal information, and what were going to be just a couple of "appetizer" experiences before I got to the "main course" of this contribution. I've all ready gone on much longer than I intended, when I started, and I cannot possibly do justice to an experience I planned to share when I first began to type this. So I am going to stop at this time with both a request...and a promise.
As I recall and write about the experiences I have submitted thus far I spend an hour or two in the evening over several days. It is important to me to write as accurate and erotic as possible. These are true experiences with literally no embellishment on my part. I do have the type of mind that retains the smallest details of life experiences. I've always been that way. I don't masturbate as I type. I've always been puzzled when a writer will state, "I'm masturbating as I type." I don't have the dexterity to accomplish that. Also, it could be quite messy, no? I do become aroused as I type, but delay any "playing" at that point...
When I have finished and submitted my contribution I will retire to my bedroom and treat myself to a satisfying "solo session." I have commenced a habit since my first contribution not to masturbate to orgasm until I have completed and submitted my current experience. Four or five evenings may go by as I delay my self-gratification. I'll tease myself a little over these days. Perhaps, even take myself to the "edge," but not allow myself to tumble into those sweet spasms. On the evening I complete my submission I treat myself to that postponed orgasm...a very intense orgasm, as a result of having teased myself to the edge in the previous days, and the delayed gratification.
I then will not indulge myself again until my contribution appears on the Solo Touch site. That will be about seven days. (Seven long days!) In the interim I will have sexually "toyed" with myself, but not to completion.
On the day my contribution appears my mind will shift into high sexual gear. I will fantasize throughout the day of someone out there reading my contribution. A male or a female...middle-aged, young or old...married or single...perhaps a couple reading together. My fondest fantasy is that I have touched a sexual chord in the reader. A setting, a phrase, perhaps just a single word that I have written, sparks a twinge of lust that needs to be attended to. A female reader becoming moist between her thighs...a male reader becoming engorged and hard. Whoever it may be, aroused to the point that he/she must put out the "fire down below."
On the day that this contribution appears, I will be distracted during the day, with the thoughts I just wrote above. Focusing on my job will be difficult. I will be aware of that "twinge" between my own thighs throughout the day. When I get home in the early evening I will read my contribution, pretending I am one of you out there seeing it for the first time. I will become aroused with that thought. I will retire to my bedroom around 10 PM in the evening (Eastern Time.) I will lay in my bed alone, and very much like my experience in "My First Time" I will start and complete a "self-pleasuring" experience. My fantasy, as I pleasure myself, will be that someone will have joined me at that same time. A female rubbing herself to her own orgasm...A male stroking his penis to ejaculation. Mutual masturbation, if you will allow me...
When I reach and go over the edge, my bended knees will quiver and my thighs will jerk involuntarily in and out. My toes will curl outward in rhythm to my spasms. My eyes will be tightly shut. My mouth partially opened with moans of sexual delight escaping from deep within my body. My ass will tighten and lift off the bed with each wave of my orgasm. I will ride it out with you. I promise. Won't you please join me? I hope that is not too much to ask in return for my contributions. As I inhale the aroma of my juices, and lick my fingers afterwards, it would be so nice to know someone joined me. I miss sharing my orgasms with someone...
I have a small favor to ask of you, and a promise to all who have stayed with me to this point. If you happen to comply with my request above, would you let me know? A quick note in the comment section, or a very short contribution in the story section conveying your experience, would suffice. It doesn't have to be long or wordy. I so much miss the tangible interaction of pleasing someone else sexually. I have not yet pursued a relationship since my husbands' death. My choice. Please again, no need for any sympathy. I have a well-adjusted, full, and content life. I do miss the physical part of a loving relationship.
I will make a promise to you. If I receive your feedback that I have not worn out my welcome and you are interested in a future contribution from me, I would be delighted to continue on. I truly have enjoyed writing my stories. Actually, I started this contribution with the intent of writing about my first year in college...my experience with my first vibrator...a prudish dorm roommate who discovered my hidden vibrator...what I'm also sure she did with my vibrator!...how I became aware of Ms. Prudes' masturbation practices...how I reacted to that...and how I decided to let her catch me indulging myself sexually, quite by accident. I knew she knew about me, she didn't know I knew about her. It is an intriguing tale. I will make it erotic. It will be lengthy. It's up to you. You know how to contact me. Till next time...
Take care,
Connie :-)
[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]
Submitted by: Connie Age: 37 Gender: Female
[ This is a version of Connie's fourth story that didn't make it on Solo Touch. You can find her revised version here: http://www.solotouch.com/contri.php?story=16705 ]
Thanks to all of you that took the time to send comments to me in response to my first three contributions. I was pleased and flattered with your positive feedback. I responded back to you in the "Specific Contribution" comments section of Solo Touch. I have left comments there in both June and July. You can always check there for any return comments I have sent. I did leave a more detailed description of myself (physical appearance) in the June comment secton when I responded to a comment "Maxine" sent to me. Your very positive feedback has encouraged me to submit one more contribution regarding my masturbation history. You can trust that all my contributions are true and factual. I hope not to disappoint...
Hi again,
I realised in re-reading my previous three contributions that I have not shared much information regarding the adult "Connie." I'm not even sure that anyone reading these contributions would be interested in that information. I gave serious thought to divulging some further personal details about who I am and decided to fill in a few of the blanks.
I am a thirty-seven-year-old female. My work career is in IT. That's right, my day job is being a computer nerd, surprised? My work is challenging and for the most part I enjoy my job. Normal everyday complaints, of course, don't we all?
I have been torn about relating the following information about myself, but decided that those of you who have taken the time to stick with me through my first three contributions would have a little more sense of who I am if I share the following. It is also relevant to the content of this story a little later on. Deep breath, Connie...
In my sophomore year of college, I met and fell in love with the man that would become the "love of my life." He was four years older than me and literally swept me off my feet. He was from the city and very different from the high school boys I had known, and the college guys I had been around. He was handsome, muscular, intelligent, kind, and a very caring person. When we first met he would always kid me that my "shapely" ass is what first caught his attention. That and the fact that I had a strong resemblance to his favorite singer/actress at that time (think, the lead actress in the movie "Grease" from the 70's.)
He was 23 at the time and I would have been 19. He was much more worldly and experienced than I, in so many ways. However, he took the time to establish a friendship with me that gradually developed into a deep love. We were true soul mates. He did not pressure me for a physical relationship at the beginning. I respected that about him.(Actually, I was ready to jump his bones, at hello!) Just prior to meeting me, a relationship he had been in for over two years had endly badly. He was very cautious in becoming too serious, too soon, in our relationship. His failed relationship and the fact that I was four years younger gave him pause to rush too fast into this new relationship.
Perhaps four to five months into our relationship we did "Get Physical." (That's a pun. Those of you in your 30's on up should get it!) I am not going to expand too much on our physical relationship except to say it was "fantastic! He was the perfect lover in every way. He taught me so much on giving and receiving sexual pleasure. His fetish, if you will, was female masturbation. Imagine that! We shared a masturbation passion that was incorporated in many different ways in our love life.
I married this man shortly after graduating from college. I was 21 at the time, he was 25. We had the best marriage you could imagine. One huge disappointment for both of us was that we were unable to have our own children (very long story.) So it was just the two of us and we made it work. We were married for almost 14 years (very deep breath, Connie) when my husband was tragically killed in a car accident a little over two years ago. It's understating it when I say I was totally devastated. I loved this man more than life itself. The days, weeks, and months after this happened were the darkest days of my life. With much love and support from family and friends I slowly healed. I have consoled myself often with the thought that I had something very special for almost 14 years that some people have never experienced for even one day. I am surrounded by an extended family, (many of them from my late husbands' side,) and a few very close friends. The pain of his loss has subsided but the scars inside remain and occasionally get scratched. Please, no sympathy necessary. I thought long and hard before sharing this information. Didn't know what you were getting into when you started reading this, did you? Now that I have shared that, I shall move forward. Hopefully, in a much brighter and erotic manner.
Shortly after the above happened I found myself in a situation I had not been in for many years. Even with the emotional turmoil I was in, as a result of the loss of my husband, my sexual desires resurfaced. I had had, a frequent, varied, and satisfying sexual relationship with my husband for many years. All of a sudden I was alone. What to do? I once again began my solitary "self-pleasuring." Oh yes, I had continued to masturbate while I was married, but more often than not it would be with my husband present. I could drive him crazy with my masturbation "shows." Something special, something different. He loved to watch Connie "playing with herself" and I enthusiastically complied with his requests. I could be an absolute "slut" performing for him. I would also tell him masturbation "stories" as I stroked his cock (it was a nice size and thick, thank you.) It was highly stimulating to me to tell him the most erotic true stories of my masturbation experiences and see how hard, far, and how many "ropes of cum," I could make him expel from the head of his cock at the "climax" of my stories.
Yes, he heard the versions of the content of my previous contributions to Solo touch. I miss that. Perhaps that is a big part of the reason why I have been submitting my stories here. Just in case there is anyone wondering, yes, I do get aroused as I write. Recalling the experiences as I write, can get me quite "drenched." I delay my self-gratification as I write. When I complete my contribution I will treat myself to a very satisfying solo session. Let me reflect on that...I write true sex stories about myself and then masturbate to them. I may be a candidate for therapy! Anyway, it would be nice to know that someone out there is also masturbating to a very intense orgasm upon finishing my story. That would be akin to mutual masturbation, yes? Back to that thought, later...
One evening, a couple of months into my resumed solo sessions I was sitting at my home computer and I stumbled across the Solo Touch website. I began to peruse some of the contributions and I was hooked. Much of the erotica on the Internet is "porn gargage" in my estimation. I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of many of the stories posted here. I do feel some of the contributions are a bit far fetched and exaggerated (do all men truly have eight inch to ten inch penises?) However, overall I enjoy many of the stories and a select few can have an extremely arousing effect on me. I especially scan for contributions that are female solo, male solo, first orgasms, with my favorites being mutual female masturbation experiences. No surprise there, huh, if you have read my previous contributions. The reason I have submitted my own masturbation stories was to reciprocate the gratification I have experienced many times on my visits to this site. Hopefully, I have accomplished that in some small manner.
For those of you that have read my previous contributions you already realize I can be long-winded. If something can be told in ten words, I will use a hundred to get to the point. My thoughts are that if anyone wants to skip over certain portions or details, that is their choice. I attempt to cater to those who prefer to become immersed in the finest small details of an experience.
In pondering what direction I wanted to go with this contribution I considered many different personal experiences. I am nearly twenty-five years removed from "My First Time." If my math is accurate, and I think it is, in one manner or another I have experienced thousands of orgasms in my life. My goodness. Obviously, a good percentage of these orgasms have been self-induced. There are only so many ways to describe the throes of an orgasm. I think the eroticism of an experience has much to do with the setting or what initiated the self-pleasuring. Would you agree? I do have a specific experience I will get to in just a little while but I thought, first, I would rewind and go back to the teenage Connie and share a little more...
High School Boyfriend:
In my junior and senior years of high school I had a "high school sweetheart." It was a fairly typical high school boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. We did experiment sexually but did not go pass third base. For the record, my older sister became pregnant in her second year of college and although I did consider "going all the way" with my high school boyfriend I was frightened to death of the same fate befalling me. No oral sex, either. Back in the early 80's that was still reserved for a more serious relationship than I had with my high school boyfriend. I will say, however, with some tips from my two high school girlfriends, and as a dairy farmers' daughter, with experience "milking" cows, I became quite adept at pleasuring him with a "wicked" hand job. (I'm serious about the "milking" cows...tug...pull...gently...a littler firmer...repeat.) For any of you male readers out there, if you've never been stroked by a dairy farmers' daughter you have missed out on a very special treat! Sorry, I couldn't resist.
My Teenage Masturbation Pattern:
In my "Third Instalment" I alluded to a pattern of masturbating two to three times per week on a normal basis. In reflecting back on that I realized that there were exceptions to that. A few? Many? Let's think about that...
Teenage boys are always thought of as having the raging hormones. I don't think girls are too far behind the boys when it comes to the active hormones at that age. Between the time I was thirteen and seventeen, although I had settled into my "two to three times" a week pattern, it was not unusual for some small daily event to occur that would set off a "twitching" between my legs that would beg for some special attention. I'll share a couple of examples...
The Gynecologist Visit:
I recall my first visit to the gynaecologist when I was about 15. If I recall my period had been irregular for a couple of months and my mother made an appointment to have me checked out. I was quite apprehensive. No one had ever "examined" me down there! I will admit to also being a wee bit excited...just think...a man probing my private parts, (my girlfriends had given me a heads-up.) The visit itself was uneventful. (Sorry, I wish I could tell you some depraved story of being ravished by the doctor...nope, didn't happen.) When we arrived, I went into the examining room after a short wait. My mother remained in the outer office. The doctor was a non-descript middle-aged man, balding, and slightly paunchy. There was also a nurse present. Perhaps thirty-something and quite pretty. I laid on the sheet covered table, had my breasts examined and then into the stirrups. I was nervous and not at all sexually excited. The doctor put on the plastic gloves, examined me inside, did the metal device thing, and completed the examination. Everything was okay. I left with my mother...
It wasn't until that evening in bed that my fertile teenage girls' mind kicked into high sexual gear. I pictured the doctor being a handsome movie actor (I can't remember who.) I was on the examining table again. While probing me with the plastic gloves, what if he would have started to slide his fingers in and out of me in a sexual manner? What if he would have massaged my clit with his other hand? What if the nurse would have joined in? Perhaps, by massaging my erect nub as the doctor fingered me.... The possibilities were endless! As I laid in my bed my pussy was on fire!!! I began to furiously rub my clit. Self foreplay was not necessary this night! I cut to the chase, if you will. Within a couple of minutes of manipulating myself, my first orgasm overtook my body, and caught me by surprise. I don't think I had previously "cum" that quickly when I played with myself. Several intense spasms and I ceased my finger play. In just a minute or two I realized I was not satiated as usual. (At that time in my life, one orgasm per session was my norm.) I started to rub myself again. Within two to three minutes I had a second orgasm and the spasms literally lifted my body off the bed. My god...what's this all about? I rested for perhaps five minutes thinking I was done. However, my pussy was still throbbing and demanding additional attention. The third time I rubbed a bit slower, as I was very sensitive from my two prior orgasms. Could I coax one more orgasm out of myself? If I could, it would be the first time I had three orgasms in one session. This time it took several minutes, but yes, I was close again and then going over the edge...uuuugggghhhh...several very hard spasms before my body shuddered one last time and I lay still. I was drenched in sweat. What a powerful aphrodisiac the mind can be.
The Back Woods and Rusty:
If you have read my previous contributions you already know I was raised on a dairy farm. There were 350 acres of land on our farm. About 150 yards behind our farmhouse was an enclosed wooded area with a stream running through it. In the middle of this wooded area was a tree surrounded clearing, about 50 feet square. The mostly dirt ground in this clearing was covered with twigs and fallen foliage from the trees above. There was a large rock at the edge that was big enough for me to sit on or against. In the summer months this was a refuge of sorts for me. The mornings were the time for my assigned chores, which left the afternoons open to wander around the farm. Most afternoons in the summer I would head back to this clearing. I would either walk back or trot back on Rusty, the brown and white pinto horse my parents had allowed me to have when I was fifteen. Rusty had been my birthday present that year...
It was quiet, peaceful, and private back in this clearing. I was an obsessive reader of all types of books, and would take the current book I was reading with me, and a light blanket to sit on in front of the large rock. I would lean my back against the rock and spend a couple of hours consuming the words of my book, lost in another world, and, yes, on some occasions, during that time frame, if the "twitching" between my legs would capture my attention, I would take care of my "little guy in the boat." I had no fear of being caught. My mother and father were the only other ones on the farm and they never ventured down there in the afternoon. If my mother wanted me, I would hear her yelling from way back at the farmhouse. On the occasions when I indulged in my self-pleasuring I would typically lay on the ground, with my head against the large rock, and commence my "business." Sometimes, I would simply unbutton and unzip the shorts I was wearing, slip my right hand under my panties and have a go at myself. Occasionally, I would remove my shorts and panties, set them aside, and "frig" away. I enjoyed some of my most delicious orgasms here. One afternoon I had an especially memorable orgasm on my way down to the clearing. Shall I say I got side tracked? Yes...it was unplanned...
I mentioned above that my parents had bought my Pinto horse Rusty for me for my fifteenth birthday. I had begged them endlessly from the time I was a young girl to have a horse. Hey, I lived on a farm, almost all farms had one or two horses and I wanted one of my own. I was a farm girl and I'm not apologizing. They compromised with me. The deal was, if I could save up half the money for a horse, when I was fifteen, they would kick in the other half, and I would have my horse. I "earned" my weekly allowance by completing my assigned chores around the farm, and for several years saved a couple of dollars a week to someday have the money to have my horse. My dream was realized on my fifteenth birthday. If memory serves me right, Rusty cost $400.00. My parents kicked in $200.00, I matched a like amount, and I had my horse. I was thrilled...
We purchased Rusty from a neighboring farmer. He was a dark brown and white pinto horse. Not a real large horse, just the right size for a teenage girl. My father pitched in with a saddle for Rusty, taught me how to ride, and I was good to go. I became adept quickly at riding Rusty. I mentioned somewhere previously that I was a bit of a tomboy at that age and learning to ride a horse was a piece of cake for me. With all the acres of land we lived on, there was plenty of space to roam, as I would trot Rusty around the farm...
It was not too long after I began to ride Rusty that I noticed the bouncing movement of the saddle against my female nether region as we trotted along. At first I didn't pay that much attention, it was just part of the ride. However, one day, after I had mounted the saddle and started my trip down to the wooded clearing, I decided to spend a little more time trotting the horse around the land, at a little faster pace, before going to the clearing. I tugged on his bridle and Rusty began to trot a bit faster. I was wearing a light tee shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Almost immediately after commencing the faster trot I became aware of the bouncing, undulating motion of the saddle against my genitals. It felt good. I tugged harder on the bridle and Rusty trotted a little faster. It began to feel better between my legs. The middle seam of my blue jeans was encased snuggly against the slit of my pussy. I think it may have been three or four days since I had "self-pleasured" myself. Without a single sexual thought having entered my mind, I realized I had become horny...
My sexual imagination kicked into gear. What if the saddle I was mounted on was a cute boy from school? What if the horn of the saddle was his hard penis? Would that be an option? It wasn't a conscious decision I made...but Connie knew this was an opportunity to treat herself to an unanticipated orgasm...
I leaned forward, further into the saddle (penis?) I jerked harder on the bridle reins. Rusty increased the speed of his trot. I pressed my jean covered pussy more firmly against the saddle horn. I could feel my "juices," underneath my jeans and panties seeping into the material of my jeans. That would surely leave a wet spot...
I was going to "ride" this out to my orgasm. I was intent on making the penis/horn spurt it's copious white fluid into me at the same time as my spasms occurred. (Yes, I was aware a boy "shot" when he orgasmed.) How many minutes passed once I started my "penis ride?" I don't know. My head was dropped down, my hips and my ass bouncing furiously on the saddle. I pretended the soft inner folds of my pussy were milking my fantasy cock in a mutually satisfying manner. Connie wanted to please her "penis!"...
No delayed self-gratification this time. From the moment I decided to induce my orgasm in this manner I was totally focused on getting there. I pressed harder against the saddle. I bucked my ass and my hips. "That's right, fuck me hard, oh, come on, you can fuck me harder than that, that's it, that's how I want it." My teenage sexual thoughts could be absolutely depraved!...
I sensed the imminence of my orgasm. Those few seconds right before that first spasm occurs was upon me. You know what I mean...don't you? I leaned forward. I pressed myself as tight as I could against the penis/horn. The saddle horns' agitating vibration having a magical sexual effect on my hardened clit tucked against the seam of my jeans. The first spasm escaped my body...yesssss...I pretended the penis I was riding spurted it's first shot at the same time...our spasms were in unison...my second spasm...the second penis spurt...my third spasm...another shot of white fluid spurting inside of me. And another...and another...and another. One very, very satisfying orgasm.
As the last spasm subsided I tugged gently on the bridle reins and slowed Rusty down and brought him to a gentle halt. Was he aware of what his "depraved" rider had just done? I don't know. Was that a devious smile I detected on his face? Nah, couldn't be, could it? I stopped at the entrance to the wooded clearing. I dismounted Rusty and tied him to a nearby tree. I felt weak from my "session" and my legs were wobbly. I slowly entered the clearing and sat down against the large rock. I glanced down at the crotch area of my jeans and noticed I had soaked thought the material. There was a large dark wet spot visible, as a result of my unexpected sexual ride. I closed my eyes and napped.
(Note to Webmaster: I hope I didn't cross any lines above. It was the saddle and not Rusty I was self-indulging with. I know the rules.)
I did repeat the above experience other times in the next couple of years. Not often, but occasionally. It was different and I tried to keep it as a special treat.
Fast forwarding a few years, both the female mounted on top, and the "doggy style" position for intercourse would become my two favorites. With the "doggy style" position, being my favorite. I would lay on my stomach with my husband mounted from behind, his cock buried deep inside. He would hold my hips on either side to brace himself. My back mid-section would be raised just enough to allow me the space to slip my right arm underneath myself and fondle my clitoris. (I have always needed clitoral stimulation to achieve my climaxes, even during intercourse.) He would plunge into me slowly at first and then increase the speed of his strokes. He told me he love the way my ass would wiggle and rub against his lower stomach. It turned him on immensely to watch the rhythm of my arm movement as I manipulated my clit, only my wrist and hand hidden from his view. I would encourage him on..."That's it honey, fuck me just like that, you know how I like it, give me all of your cock, rub your stomach against my ass, you know what my fingers are doing, don't you?" I would talk so "naughty" to him until he would reach his peak and go over the edge. I would delay my orgasm until I felt the first pulsation from his cock that would trigger both his warm male juice spurting inside of me, and my own orgasm. "All of it, I want every last drop of it, sweetie" I would demand of him. He never disappointed me. The inside walls of my pussy coaxing each spurt from him as my fingers extracted those exquisite contractions from my clitoris. MMMMM...it was so good.
I just re-read the above and I hope I have not crossed any lines. I did get a bit carried away. Yes, I am a talker when engaging in sex. Kind of picked it up through the years. Also, I am a "moaner" and at times a bit of a "screamer". I will moan at the point of the first spasm of my orgasm. The moan starting from deep inside the pit of my stomach till it escapes my lips. Moaning can be nice, don't you think?
I have conveyed to you previously that if you saw me in person I'm most certain you would never guess that I am the female writing these stories. I do have a wholesome, All-American gal kind of look. In fact over the years I have been aware of men almost being too polite or displaying guarded male behavior when they are around me. My late husband also noticed that. No, I don't try to be coy or overly cute when I am around men. I am a nice woman and try to conduct myself in a manner that is friendly but not flirty. I hope I said that right. My point being that I have smiled to myself many, many time through the years with the impression that I believe people have of me. If they ever knew what I can be like in the privacy of my bedroom, they would be astonished. As I said previously, you just never know about people!
I just realized as I've read what I've written above, that I got carried away with my personal information, and what were going to be just a couple of "appetizer" experiences before I got to the "main course" of this contribution. I've all ready gone on much longer than I intended, when I started, and I cannot possibly do justice to an experience I planned to share when I first began to type this. So I am going to stop at this time with both a request...and a promise.
As I recall and write about the experiences I have submitted thus far I spend an hour or two in the evening over several days. It is important to me to write as accurate and erotic as possible. These are true experiences with literally no embellishment on my part. I do have the type of mind that retains the smallest details of life experiences. I've always been that way. I don't masturbate as I type. I've always been puzzled when a writer will state, "I'm masturbating as I type." I don't have the dexterity to accomplish that. Also, it could be quite messy, no? I do become aroused as I type, but delay any "playing" at that point...
When I have finished and submitted my contribution I will retire to my bedroom and treat myself to a satisfying "solo session." I have commenced a habit since my first contribution not to masturbate to orgasm until I have completed and submitted my current experience. Four or five evenings may go by as I delay my self-gratification. I'll tease myself a little over these days. Perhaps, even take myself to the "edge," but not allow myself to tumble into those sweet spasms. On the evening I complete my submission I treat myself to that postponed orgasm...a very intense orgasm, as a result of having teased myself to the edge in the previous days, and the delayed gratification.
I then will not indulge myself again until my contribution appears on the Solo Touch site. That will be about seven days. (Seven long days!) In the interim I will have sexually "toyed" with myself, but not to completion.
On the day my contribution appears my mind will shift into high sexual gear. I will fantasize throughout the day of someone out there reading my contribution. A male or a female...middle-aged, young or old...married or single...perhaps a couple reading together. My fondest fantasy is that I have touched a sexual chord in the reader. A setting, a phrase, perhaps just a single word that I have written, sparks a twinge of lust that needs to be attended to. A female reader becoming moist between her thighs...a male reader becoming engorged and hard. Whoever it may be, aroused to the point that he/she must put out the "fire down below."
On the day that this contribution appears, I will be distracted during the day, with the thoughts I just wrote above. Focusing on my job will be difficult. I will be aware of that "twinge" between my own thighs throughout the day. When I get home in the early evening I will read my contribution, pretending I am one of you out there seeing it for the first time. I will become aroused with that thought. I will retire to my bedroom around 10 PM in the evening (Eastern Time.) I will lay in my bed alone, and very much like my experience in "My First Time" I will start and complete a "self-pleasuring" experience. My fantasy, as I pleasure myself, will be that someone will have joined me at that same time. A female rubbing herself to her own orgasm...A male stroking his penis to ejaculation. Mutual masturbation, if you will allow me...
When I reach and go over the edge, my bended knees will quiver and my thighs will jerk involuntarily in and out. My toes will curl outward in rhythm to my spasms. My eyes will be tightly shut. My mouth partially opened with moans of sexual delight escaping from deep within my body. My ass will tighten and lift off the bed with each wave of my orgasm. I will ride it out with you. I promise. Won't you please join me? I hope that is not too much to ask in return for my contributions. As I inhale the aroma of my juices, and lick my fingers afterwards, it would be so nice to know someone joined me. I miss sharing my orgasms with someone...
I have a small favor to ask of you, and a promise to all who have stayed with me to this point. If you happen to comply with my request above, would you let me know? A quick note in the comment section, or a very short contribution in the story section conveying your experience, would suffice. It doesn't have to be long or wordy. I so much miss the tangible interaction of pleasing someone else sexually. I have not yet pursued a relationship since my husbands' death. My choice. Please again, no need for any sympathy. I have a well-adjusted, full, and content life. I do miss the physical part of a loving relationship.
I will make a promise to you. If I receive your feedback that I have not worn out my welcome and you are interested in a future contribution from me, I would be delighted to continue on. I truly have enjoyed writing my stories. Actually, I started this contribution with the intent of writing about my first year in college...my experience with my first vibrator...a prudish dorm roommate who discovered my hidden vibrator...what I'm also sure she did with my vibrator!...how I became aware of Ms. Prudes' masturbation practices...how I reacted to that...and how I decided to let her catch me indulging myself sexually, quite by accident. I knew she knew about me, she didn't know I knew about her. It is an intriguing tale. I will make it erotic. It will be lengthy. It's up to you. You know how to contact me. Till next time...
Take care,
Connie :-)
[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]
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