ng his cock as he came down the back of my throat.

Thinking back now it was quite silly really. But then, as i pictured all these things happening to me i couldnt handel it. I could feel a strange feeling in my clit. It was like nothing id ever felt before. I put my arm down under the covers and when i brought my fingers back up they were covered in clear glistening liquid. I dont know what made me do it but in a split second i decided to lick it. It tasted sweet. It made the feelings in my vagina even stroner.

I layed on my back and closed my eyes. I put my hands down under the covers again and began to touch myself. I ran my hand up and down my clit, then left to right. Then up and down. It felt so good. Amazing feelings overcame my body. It felt so amazing. Like nothing else in the world. Then i took my other hand and stuck a finger inside me. I was tight as i was a virgin but it felt good. More of the clear liquid came out. I started to finger harder. My hole got wider so i stuck another finger in and started to finger fuck myself hard and fast.

There i was. Lying on my bed rubbing my clit with one hand and ramming myself with the other. It was amazing. I felt possesed by the pleasure. Like i couldnt have stopped even if i wanted to. More and more of the liquid gushed out of me as i let out a slow low moan. I dont know why i did it. It was like my body was possesed.

Then something happened that i didnt expect. I started getting a strange feeling in my legs. It felt so good. I started to move both my hands faster and faster. The feeling got stronger. It rose from my legs into my stomach and then into my vagina.

My body exploded with pleasure as i jerked on the bed. It was so amazing. I wanted to stop but i couldnt. I was panting and sweating. I stopped. Both my hands soaking. I turned over and went to sleep, happy about my new experiance and knowing that id be doing it again tomorrow...

having that feeling. It was like a pressure building on my penis.It was just like some liquid coming in my penis.

I began to fuck faster my fingers and at the same time kissed my upper arm imagining it was a girl.

Then after sometime a wonderful feeling came(not ejaculating but before it)

It paralyzed whole body. I felt my backs having a numb feeling or something which i cannot describe.

Then i cummed. It was too amazing. It was just like forcing some liquid out of my penis. My body began to shake and i stiil finger fucked my penis and more cum came and my penis turned to a semi-hard one.

That night was wonderful. Now i have done it many times it still does not bore even i haven't fucked a girl.

 

sat at my desk with a raging hard on. she had just gone back into the other room so i pulled my stiff cock out from my joggers and started to wank myself but heard her returning back to the office so i quickly put myself away and sat at my desk untill she went back to the back room. this time i followed her and made an excuse for looking at some paperwork and messed up a few things to keep her in there while i went back to the office. as soon as i was out of sight i pulled my cock out and started wanking like crazy and i was just about ready to stop wanking before i shot my load when she walked in on me without making a sound and stood there asking what the hell i was doing. i was so embarresed by this and tried to appologise but she was having none of it and started going on about the youth of today (i'm 37 ) having no shame, and with that she grabbed my cock much to my supprise with all her shouting then she was jerking me off in vigourous strokes untill she could feel my cum rising then cupped her hand and caught my cum as it exploded from my pulsing cock, then raised her hand to my mouth and pushed hard against my face making me taste and swallow my own cum. i was not impressed with this but i couldnt complain she then walked away and no more was said and went home at the end of the day. she has since used this against me on several occasions and now she regularly does this same ritual to me on a regular basis and i now enjoy eating my own cum i have managed to fuck her once aswell and to be fair it wasnt a bad fuck considering her age but she made me eat her cunt after that aswell and now every time i have a wank i like to eat my cum. my wife dont know this but im trying my best to let her know but she is a bit of a prude so when i get round to letting her know then ther will be another story.

really thought I was alone).

I was married soon after, and I did not stop jerking, but I slowed down to about once a week. , until a few months ago.  I had to out of town for a few weeks for work, and the first days I was good, on the second I bought an adult magazine to help ease the mood. About later I bought a bra, some stockings, a pack of thongs, and a bottle of vodka. After about ½ the bottle I called one of those mommy phone play lines.

I wore panties under my cloths the next day. When I had finished for the day, I went to and adult book store. I looked around and noticed that they had a preview room. I had never been in one and the girl behind the counter said it cost $10 to go to the back or $5 for a half hour in one the private booths. I gave her $5, she said door #4 , that my 30 minutes would start when the movie did, and when my time was up she was going to open the door “finished or not”.

I went into the booth and closed the door; there was a screen in front a roll of paper towels on the wall to my left with a small hole. On the right there was a small bench, and another hole. The lights dimmed and the screen came to life, It was a good seen but my mind was on the time limit, that’s when I heard the moaning from the booth next door. At first I tried to Ignore it, but curiosity got the better of me, I looked though the peep hole and saw a man playing with himself, I watched  a few seconds, and soon my was pulling my own rod. Then it dawned on me, “The other hole!” I turned to look and I could make out that some was indeed watching. My eyes returned to the blow job on the screen, and I soon popped my lode.

My life has not been the same since. I now live for the pleasure derived from my pants, I jerk whenever the mood strikes; I am no longer in control.

ndane, lie-on-your-back-and-play sort of stuff. Making a decision, he pulled off his clothes, leaving them arranged in such a way that he could put them back on in 5 seconds flat if the need arose. He wandered around the house for a bit, completely naked. When his wanderings took him past a mirror, he paused to admire himself. While he wasn't the fitest or slimest guy around, he still thought he was quite okay. And not that he was gay, but his eyes kept roving down low, to his sort-of-small and very hard cock, and his largish but firm butt.

Some rather interesting thoughts crossed his mind. He checked again that there was no risk of being interrupted, then crept into his parent's bedroom. Looking around, he noted his parent's drawers, and suspected he might find the sort of clothes there that he was thinking of, and a big pile of unsorted clean washing. He suspected that if he was to take clothes from there, they would be easier to put back without his parents noticing.

He checked his safety one last time, then he dug in the pile, finally pulling out one of his mom's bra's and a pair of panties. He examined them for a moment, espescially trying out how to fasten the bra. He thought about it for a moment, then picked up the panties. They were the really big sort that went up past his belly button.

He slipped into them slowly. They were a bit too big for him, but still close enough to fit him comfortably. He looked down, seeing himself in his mother's clothes. He picked up the bra, and slipped into it, fastening it at the front then turning it around, like he'd seen in one of the pornos he'd watched. slipping his arms through the straps, he noticed that the cups were half-filled.

He walked out of the room, to see himself in the mirror again. Not the most attractive thing he'd ever seen, but it still turned him on. He noticed his erection was starting to build. While his cock was only 5 inches long, when fully hard, and only a fraction of that when soft, it stood out rather obviously through the thin cotton fabric. He thought about playing with it, he hadn't had an erection this good in a long time, but he decided that this was only going to get better, and he shouldn't waste time.

Making his way back into his parent's bedroom, he looked through the pile of clothes again. He found one of his mother's skirts, with a purple floral design. Continuing looking through the pile, he found the matching shirt. Considering the gathered female clothing, he tried to think of what he was missing, when suddenly the idea hit him. He walked over to the set of drawers, he opened the top one, and was confronted with endless socks. He shut the drawer, and opened the next one. Aha, he thought, goldmine, as he was confronted with an entire draw full of panties, bras, and pantyhose.

He pulled one of the tightly rolled tan balls from the drawer. He unrolled it, and considered the tan pantyhose for a moment. He bunched up the legs on them, and then, sitting on his parents plush bed, pulled them on over the panties. The feeling of the pantyhose against his legs was amazing, making them feel silky soft and extremely sensetive. He stroked his thigh for a moment, then picked up the skirt, slipping ito it, then into the shirt. He felt his erection building again, and it was getting unbearable.

He looked into the clothes pile again, and pulled out a sock, wearing it like a condom under the panties to prevent any embarassing 'tell-tale' spills. Finally, he could contain himself no longer. He lay back on his mother's side of the bed, the slowly pulled the skirt up. He admired his legs for a moment, then slid the skirt down again, reaching his hand through the top of it, and through the top of the pantyhose and panties, taking firm hold of his cock.

Although the tight pantyhose had been holding it almost perfectly flat, he still had enough room to play. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, with his fingers running lengthways along it, and pushed it slowly far enough that his knob was in the palm of his hand. (He'd been using this method since the start of his masturbatory 'career', when his cock was so small and short that he couldn't grip it around) He squeezed tightly on his knob, enjoying the slight pain it caused, then ran his hand down his cock, and stroked his balls lightly.

Finally becoming sick of the restrictive pantyhose, he stood up, and walked to the nearest mirror. He slid them slowly, seductively, down his legs, and then stashed them in his room when they were off. He would have to roll them up later. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment longer, then slid the skirt up, and the front of the panties down. He slipped his cock out, and, removing the sock, held it in the familiar fist-grip. he began pumping his hand up and down, feeling one of the most amazing orgasms of his life start to build. Grabbing the sock right at the last minute, he let fly the biggest load of cum he ever had into the sock.

After it subsided, he looked around, and grateful that he hadn't been caught, slipped out of the skirt and shirt, stuffing them back inside the pile of clothes. He stood there, in his mother's underwear, with his slowly shrinking cock hanging out the front of the panties, and looked in the mirror again. His cock rehardened, then and there. Slipping out of the panties, and carefully unclipping the bra, he wondered what to do with them.

Becoming more bold than usual, perhapds due to his renewed erection, he hid the underwear in his bedroom cupboard, along with the still unrolled pantyhose. He walked back into his parent's bedroom, his cock waggling from side to side and hitting him in the legs as he walked. Looking around the room, he decided to look in the drawers again. Starting at the bottom this time, he immediately his the jackpot. Lying there infront of him was a one-peice women's bathing suit, his mother's. He pulled it out, and looked it over. It was a sedate blue affair, completely covering at the front, though it dropped down low at the back. Getting the happy little sock back, and wearing it again, he slipped into the bathing suit, and admired himself in the mirror.

Again he thought that even though he's not gay, his butt looked incredible in this, and wished that he had a camera. He slipped out of the bathing suit again, replacing it in the drawer exactly as it had been. He walked into the bathroom, and surveyed himself in the mirror again. He was quickly reconsidering his rigid non-gay status. He turned, and admired himself in the mirror. Suddenly, he noticed that his hands had been pulling his buttcheeks apart, as if driven by some subconsious urge.

He decided to give it a try, if only to get it out of his system. He picked up a bar of soap, and made his right thumb extra extra slippery. Moving his hand down slowly, and slid his soapy thumb into his anus, slowly. His eyes widened, surprised by a slight initial pain, then a naughty little smile found its way onto his face. Moving his thumb in and out, he found his erection building again. He grabbed hold of it with his left hand, while keeping his right hand busy behind. Moving his hands in sync, he imagined that he was going up inside himself. In no time at all, he ejectulated again, filling the bathroom sink with hot cum, and also covering his hand.

He pondered for a while, then licked his hand experimentally, and found he rather enjoyed the taste, at first. He rinsed his hand, and got rid of the cum in the sink, then slowly removed his thumb from inside him, and cleaned the soap and crap from it. All of a sudden, he heard the front door being unlocked. He ran back into his bedroom, getting dressed quickly and pausing so he wouldn't look so flustered from his recent exertions. He smiled as his brother walked in the front door, and made his way back to the computer. The greatest session of his life, and they were none the wiser.