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In front of a Hungarian by the sea: Chronicle of a masturbation marathon by throbbing poet

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In front of a Hungarian by the sea: Chronicle of a masturbation marathon by throbbing poet by throbbingpoet@hotmail.com (throbbingpoet@hotmail.com)I am so erect and throbbing after reading some of the stories posted here that I can hardly type, I am so turned on.I am a chronic masturbator, who does it several times a day, and who loves nothing better than to be watched. I'd like to tell you of one fairly recent experience before I bring myself to another orgasm (my third of the day and it's not yet lunchtime…)I was on holiday on the Kenyan coast (I'm British) at a hotel that was pretty much empty. It was July last year, so it was low season as it was the equatorial equivalent of winter. I'd gone by myself just to get away from everyone for a week or so.Anyway, after a couple of days a Hungarian couple moved into the room next door. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and her name was Magda. They were a very friendly couple, on their honeymoon. I decided I had better be quieter while I masturbated (I'm very noisy in that respect) in case I could be overheard. But as I couldn't hear anything from them that night, and I figured they would be having sex a lot as it was their honeymoon, I concluded the walls were thicker than i had supposed.So I resumed masturbating as noisily as normally. As I was on holiday, I was doing it even more frequently than normally too.The next day, as I was speeding towards my second orgasm of the day, the door, which I had forgotten to lock, suddenly opened. There was Magda. I blushed scarlet and quickly pulled the sheet over me, but there was no way that she hadn't seen me in flagrante. She walked in, smiling a little. I said hi, my voice shaking noticeably. She chatted inconsequentially for a while, saying that Ivan, her fiancee, had gone shopping for a few hours and to use the Internet. Then she suddenly came out and said " I think you do that a lot ", pointing to where my hand rested over my penis, now shrouded by the sheet although still fully erect." What do you mean ? " I replied, blushing further. " We can hear you through the wall, " she replied . " I have never known someone masturbate so much ". I was mortified the walls were clearly not as think then but turned on too. I asked her why I had been unable to hear them, offering an explanation for my shameless behaviour. She explained that Ivan was not passionate and then added that she had never seen a man masturbate, but had always wanted to. " Ivan won't do that for me, " she said.I couldn't believe it, and asked her if she wanted me to do it for her. This time it was her turn to blush as she nodded.I pulled down the sheet and let my cock spring into view. She gasped, not at the size which is average but at the strands of precum oozing from my throbbing, circumcised helmet to my belly. I am 27, by the way, for anyone wondering at this stage. I have always had a lot of precum and think that may have something to do with why I am so horny all the time, and masturbate more, not less, than when I was a teenager.I grasped my penis and moved my hand up and down, moaning softly until I exploded into a noisy orgasm, shooting wave after wave of cum onto my chin, chest and belly.She was breathing heavily when I opened my eyes and had not moved. Madga was dressed in a strapless white top over a kanga ; the Swahili version of a lady's sarong. She looked stunning. I, on the other hand, was in a complete state, drenched with my own cum in front of an affianced near-stranger ! " Did you like that ? " I asked. She nodded, mutely.I reached for a towel to clean myself up but she stopped me. " Leave it " she whispered, adding " I want you to do it again. " That just sent my head spinning. My cock, which had only softened slightly, rose back to full erection. I said to her I would do it again, if she would masturbate with me. She refused, then said, laughingly, she would take off one item of clothing for every orgasm I had on front of her. " That's ridiculous , " I exclaimed. " That means I have to have four more orgasms before I even see you naked. Plus I've already come twice today. "She smiled, lifted her arms and seamlessly slid off her white top, revealing firm, medium sized breasts covered by a satiny white bra, through which her nipples protruded invitingly. She had such a flat, firm belly and her skin was so smooth and tanned, her brown hair so long and glossy that my stomach contracted in virtual anguish at the sight of her.I climbed onto my knees and moved towards the end of the bed, the cum, now cold, dripping off me onto the sheets. She was now only a few feet away, leaning against the dresser. I sank back on my knees and started stroking myself again, quickly overcoming the pleasure ache I could feel in my shaft. Her eyes flicked between mine or my hand and I could see her tremble. I was totally lost in the eroticness and unexpected depravity of this late morning. Pleasure coursed through me as I neared climax. I rose up slightly, freezing before bursting into a second incredibly intense orgasm. Although my cum was less voluminous it was still intensely fired, the first burst hitting me just right of my lip. Magda came towards me, brushing the wetness with the palm of her hand, smearing it across my cheek . She then raised her hand wordlessly to her mouth, flicking her tongue across her cum stained hand before loosening the kanga. It dropped to the floor, revealing matching white panties made of a silken material that was so fine it looked like it had been spun by fairies. She turned around to give me a good look at her exquisite posterior , gravity defying like her 22-year-old breasts. Turning again , she leaned back on her dresser and spread her legs. My eyes widened as I could see the moistness that had darkened the perfect white. She looked wetter than anyone I had ever seen. I leaned forward. " Can I touch, " I breathed. " A little ", she replied. " But don't forget you have work to do ".I gave myself 10 minutes, lightly fingering her through her panties, feeling them become increasingly drenched, as I recovered again to full erection. This time she made me stand up, back to the wall, as she sat on the edge of the sheets, wet in several places with my cum. To make things easier I was now beginning to ache a little I dipped my fingers into a pot of Men's Cream (a lubricant specially designed for masturbation just to show you how professional I am) and gently coated myself in the stuff. This seemed to turn her on even more and I begged her to touch herself, but she refused. The cum from previous ejaculations was now running down my legs and dripping on the floor as I started to stroke myself for a third time in front of her. My moans mingled with the squelching sound of the Man's Cream. I used both hands alternately, passing my penis between them , slowly building myself to orgasm, stopping now and then to draw the moment out. When I eventually came, one gob splattered against the belly, but the rest just oozed down my shaft and onto my hand, both glistening with the Men's Cream. My legs buckled from another amazing orgasm (how many could I Have?) and I sank weekly onto the floor. The Men's Cream had oiled me across my upper legs, bum, belly and hands. I was coated in a mixture of lubricant and the fruit of three orgasms. I had never felt so dirty or so wonderful.I laughed jerkily as I recovered and tottered back to the bed. " Can I clean myself up, just a bit ", I said. " No, we made a deal and anyway I thought an Englishman was a man of his word, " she replied. She beckoned me over. " Take off my bra ," she said. I leaned into her, my cock still half erect pressing against her belly and unhooked her from the back. I stepped away. Now her belly and chest just below her breasts glistened too. I took off her bra and moaned as I saw her breasts. Firm milky and with nipples that stood out like ripe cherries. I buried my head between them and again reached between her legs to caress her soaking pussy through the filmy material which was so heavy with moisture it seemed to be trying to tear itself away from those pert, pink lips whose outline could be seen pressing against those glorious panties.I went back on all fours on the bed and brought myself back to erection, coating my penis as before with men's cream. This time Magda caressed her breasts as she watched, occasionally touching her clitoris through the panties and then, with an effort, holding back before going to far. I had a vibrator for men, known as a masturbator, under the blanket and coated the inside of it with Men's cream. Back on all fours, with one hand holding the vibrator I eased myself into it with a long squelch. I turned on the battery and it hummed as I pumped backwards and forwards. Magda seemed transfixed. I pumped myself to my fourth orgasm in front of her, and fifth in just three hours, moaning loudly. The masturbator is great and feels like I am in a real pussy. I came fairly quickly, I guess anticipating what was going to happen next. The cum spurted out onto the sheets and again dribbled down onto my soaked legs. I was sore now, but my appetite had not waned.Magda smiled again and came towards me. " Do you want to do it, or shall I ". I pulled her towards me and onto the bed, sliding between her legs. " I think before you are allowed to touch yourself, I should make sure you are wet enough. " She laughed. I had never seen a girl so wet in my life. I put my head between her legs and flicked my tongue across her clit through the panties. She was so wet that her juices had leaked out onto her upper thighs and down to her bottom. I pulled my head back, and pulled. She raised her beautiful ass and I slid the panties down till she was naked. Oh God ! Perfectly trimmed pubes and lips so pink and so perfect they must have been fashioned by angels ! Her clit peaked from its hood and I leaned forward to lick it. But she pulled me back. " No, that it restricted area for Ivan " she said. " But I will touch it for you. But first you put on my panties. "I nodded, numbly, pulling them up. My cock peeked over the top, again creeping upwards. Now Magda's own juices were mixing with mine. She lay back, a divine creature now coated with sperm, pussy juice and men's cream. I moved between her legs, kneeling and pulled the panties down to midway down my thighs as far as they would go.With one hand caressing her breasts the other began to run backwards and forwards over her clit. Magda was moaning too now. She stopped, buried a finger inside herself and then planted it inside her mouth, licking it with her tongue and sucking. With one hand on her sticky thigh I began to masturbate again. She returned to her clit, her soft moans driving me wild. The moans got louder until eventually, with a cry, her pussy and even stomach began spasming rhythmically, again and again, as she exploded in orgasm. Moments later I was there again and, with one finger on her pussy I came across the bottom of one of her breasts and stomach.I collapsed on her, exhausted, drained and aching pleasurably. Our juices mingled with each others, and mixed in with sweat and lubricant. When we stood up we just looked at each other. It was as though we had been in a porn film. We were both drenched. The sheets were soaked and there were globs of sperm on the floor and bed. I could see it trickling down her and even her hair was sticky with it.She went to the shower and emerged a few minutes later. " I won't kiss you, " she said to me ; " I've had enough sperm for one day. But I just wanted to say thank you ".And with that, she opened the door and left. Right, the precum is oozing again. Let me go and sort myself out !