The Power Of Imagination

In my younger days I always masturbated in private even though I had a very strong relationship with my then girlfriend. I suppose I just found it easier to be on my own and there were always plenty of magazines available. Being young of course I was always horny and orgasms were nearly a daily occurrence, sometimes with my girlfriend, and sometimes on my own.

My girlfriend had a younger sister (Joan) who at 18, was emerging into the light both physically and sexually. As the months went by, we quite often went out socially as a kind of threesome, in many ways I was there to protect her from any unwanted attention and as a result she would often hug me and give me a little kiss goodnight when we left her home. Even though she was only nineteen Joan had moved into her Grandmother's house while she was convalescing following a recent operation. This meant that I normally made sure she got safely home if we were all out for the evening. One night, I had dropped my girlfriend off first as she was not feeling well and then travelled the short distance to drop Joan off. She invited me in for coffee as she often did. When I was in the kitchen putting on the kettle she said that she needed to change into her bedclothes as she really wanted an early night. When she returned she was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I noticed that her nipples were poking out. 

Joan had a lovely figure which I had always admired, long dark hair, small but nicely shaped breasts, a pert bottom together and a warm smile. If truth be known, I often found myself looking at her with a degree of attraction.

As I was pouring the water into the cups Joan said that she had gotten slightly burnt in the sun earlier and that her back was sore. She then turned her back to me and lifted her T-shirt up to show me and as I looked at her my cock twitched as her left breast was now clearly exposed. It was just perfect in size and her nipple was erect. With her back still to me, she asked me if it looked burnt. By now I could feel real pressure in my jeans as my cock was getting harder. When I said, "Just a little," she turned round and stared at me and smiled. Her next words took my breath away, "Most nights I lie in bed playing with myself at the thought of you and my sister having sex." At this, she noticed the extreme bulge in my jeans and smiled. After a little silence, she then told me that she loved her sister very much and that she would never betray her even though she was attracted to me. It was then I that I told her that I had often masturbated with her in my mind. She was surprised that I masturbated, but smiled when she mentioned I said it was to 'her'. 

By now I was so turned on by the situation that I was bursting out of my jeans, Joan looked down and saw the bulge. "We can't do anything together," she said, "but if you wait a few minutes I have something for you." With that she went into her bedroom and closed the door. After about six or seven minutes she came out of her room, her face was different and her shorts were loose. "Close your eyes now," she said, and as I did she was walking towards me. By now I was so erect it was hurting me, I knew she was directly in front of me now and I could hear her breathing heavily. "Open your mouth," she said, and as I did she pushed a finger inside. "This is to remind you of me the next time you masturbate,, this is the taste I love when I'm masturbating." 

I have never had a more erotic feeling in my life than the taste of Joan's juices from her finger, she had masturbated for me in her room and shared her most private gift with me. When I opened my eyes, Joan said it was time for me to go and that this would never happen again. She asked me not to tell her sister anything as she already felt terribly guilty. Even though I was in a state of extreme arousal, I told Joan that it would be our secret, but I had to also tell her that I would be going home and straight to bed to masturbate as my cock was now raging and I needed to cum. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek and whispered that she would be playing with herself for hours and would cum later to the thought of my orgasm.

True to her word, Joan never repeated, or indeed, mentioned that night ever again. Some months later I broke up with her sister and I never saw her again. 

Over the years, I often remember that night and on countless occasions when I'm masturbating I close my eyes and use my imagination to see her lying there naked on her bed, nipples erect, legs open and her hands roving and probing before she finally has her beautiful orgasm  - the true power of imagination is a gift which has served me well, and continues to do so......