My husband, who’s sort of a masturbation junkie, thinks this is a great story and said I should post it. He is the only person who knows about this and says it still turns him on. I am sort of embarrassed by it, but I need to get this burden off of my chest.
I never masturbated till I was in college. One afternoon, thinking I was alone for a couple of hours, I got naked and slipped into bed in the dorm to do this new thing that I found so great. No one could touch me like I could. My fingers could wander in and out of the moist valley between my legs, rustling my lips in just that certain way nobody knew how to. I could make it a roller-coaster ride of pleasure and teasing agony. Tip toeing from my bulging clit to my soon dripping wet lips and hole. I was touching myself for fifteen or twenty minutes, and by now I was writhing and contorting with pleasure, my toes curling and back arching. It was all I could do at times not to scream out in shear ecstasy, when my roommate came in. She asked what I was doing in bed, and when she saw my clothes on a chair nearby, she asked if I was masturbating. I said no, but she knew better and pulled back the blanket.
She took off her clothes, at that moment I don’t know if it was my heightened state or arousal but her body in was the most perfect thing I had ever seen as the afternoon light glowed off her perky erect b sized tits and wrapped down along her taught stomach and the nice v shape her hips and pelvis made as they plunged into her tight upswept vaginal slit. She got into bed next to me, and said we should do it together. We did. She ran her tongue over my breasts while I touched myself, it was amazing nothing a man would do or understand. She was always gentle never sucking like a child but tender and teasing, running her tongue around my nipple pausing long enough for her cooler breathe to tease and cool the saliva on my nipple. It was amazing, and then she asked me to touch her. I ran my fingers along the center of her chest and down the fit athletic center line of her smooth toned stomach. I paused at her belly button and made one quick loop around. With the flat palm of my hand I rubbed her hip bones and ran my fingers along the v shape of her lower torso, then tickling her thighs feeling her quiver with anticipation under my fingertips. We both had orgasms, over and over, and then she pulled the blanket up and rested together. Our naked toned bodies entwined, I felt no feeling of love towards her but at that moment I have never closer to another human being in my life. She understood all of my sexual desires; she had been inside of me and knew what I wanted more than I did myself.
As we were putting on our clothes, she mentioned that a friend of hers down the hall liked to do it, too, so we could make it a threesome. For the next few months, once or twice a week, the three of us would meet in our room, get naked and masturbate. It was fun for awhile, even after we started masturbating each other. The third girl seemed to be a little more aggressive at times. The way she used her fingers to fuck me rather than explore me like my roommate was invigorating at times but seemed to remind me of my boyfriend. Cumbersome and clumsy, trying to make me come instead of enjoy the fun and excitement of the moment we were having together. Soon they suggested we do oral on each other, which I tried but did not like. I had never been the kind of person who enjoyed someone’s mouth on my vagina. My roommate seemed to be driven over the edge by it at times. I realized her and her friend had been doing this for a lot longer than I had. I stopped and watched them once. Watched as one slowly kissed up the others flinching tensing thighs. With every nibble I could see the excitement and indulgence building in my roommates face. Her back came off the sheets heaving those perfect little Hershey kiss shaped white breast forward, accentuating their shape making them seem almost fake. Something drawn out of some mans wildest fantasy but here and now for us to enjoy. As she got to her vagina she slowed and kissed the tight outer skin that hid my roommates engorged lips from our view. Her vagina was so clean literally a small pink slit from the outside. By now you could seem the moistening excitement pulsing its way forth as her friend slowly ran her flat tongue along the entire slit. Lingering only around the little pink lump that was her clit, from bottom to top she slowly licked each time spending more and more time exploring her hole and circling her now swollen clit with her tongue. This continued for 10 or 12 minutes until my roommate back arched, fingers stressed white from clutching the sheets finally squealed gasped and collapsed to the bed legs still twitching from the strong of the orgasm. Next, they brought toys. I did not like that either, using toys on each other. The toys seemed so impersonal. They took the bond I felt out of it even more.
Near semester break, I told my roommate that I liked it when we just got together, touched each other gently and made ourselves cum, but it was getting more than I wanted. She said she understood and admitted what I thought was the case: that she and the other girl wanted a full time relationship. We switched roommates for the next semester, and I have only masturbated by myself or with men since.
This one i actually wrote completely myself guys:thumbup