Why I Enjoy Masturbation
written by:
KathHal

In Defense of My Masturbation, One

Hmmm. Some surprises in my e-mail the past several weeks, chiefly from guys!

The subject, and I paraphrase the theme of a dozen or so messages: "Based on what you write, you enjoy a very active sex life, with frequent encounters with both men (including your virile husband) and women. Yet you also talk from time to time about how you 'jill off' -- your term for masturbation -- while sitting at your desk. Is masturbation an obsession for you, or just an sometime thing when you are bored? Would perhaps more fucking take you mind off constant jilling off?"

Well, to address the last point first: Candidly, fellow, I do not know how I would find time for "more fucking" if indeed that is what I needed, or wanted. Husband Hal alone gives me more sex than is enjoyed by most other women I know.

So, in this and succeeding posts, I shall give an overview of our sex lives, both with one another and folks with whom we enjoy sexual sharing. I guess the short answer to the "why do you jill off so often?" question is that I am one truly horny lady. And I also have been, and hopefully shall continue to be so until I am hauled off to the cemetery. Read on, and judge for yourself. And comments invited.

A typical day: We set the alarm for six o'clock, and Hal usually awakens with a high-standing erection. Given that we sleep naked, our hands roam hither and yon during the night, even when we are sleeping. Many times I come half-awake during the night to find that Hal is gently fingering my pussy -- in essence, the sort of caress that tells me, "I love you, I want to make you happy...." And when that happens my hand tends to seek out his cock for a fondle. And if he is not hard when I first touch him, a few strokes brings his prick out of slumber!

Anyway, the alarm clock. We roll over until we are facing one another, nude bodies rubbing against one another. Just as his cock is aroused, my pussy tends to be moist, so a few gentle strokes of his fingers has me ready to fuck. That we have spent six to eight hours cuddled together, nude, is in itself a form of foreplay, and a very effective form!

I wiggle around until Hal is in a position to slip his cock into my pussy, and I will roll over until I am atop him, in the female-superior mode that both of us like. A kiss, a fondle of my boobs, perhaps a gentle slap on my bottom -- not to hurt me, mind you, more of a "hello there!" tap. And away we go, me sitting upright, bare breasts bouncing hither and yon, that wonderful prick going in and out of my body. I simply LOVE riding his dick when it is in me!

....[This is a point where I COUILD pause and treat myself to one of those fore-mentioned jill-off breaks, but I shall continue writing. For the moment, anyway.]

A little marital secret: when we first began fucking, when we were still in college, I would often play the William Tell Overture on my I-Pod as I bounced up and down.....gitty up, horsey! I like being able to pull back so that only the crown of his penis is inside me, then make a hard lunge down on him, so that I can luxuriate in the joy of being penetrated over and over and over again.

OK, back to the morning fuck. Reality rears its unforgiving head, for we do have to go to work eventually. So, this initial fuck will last for perhaps 20 or 25 minutes, no more. I am blessed with being what a long-ago boy friend called a "a fast cum." Put my pussy anywhere near a stiff dick, or skilled fingers, or a probing tongue, and my orgasms are fast and frequent.....in essence, a perpetual state of "cum cum and cum again" while I am at sexual play.

There is one slight downside to such a tendency. Many men, once they realize that a woman is climaxing, will reflexively push themselves to ejaculate so that they can enjoy the sensation -- and a very welcome one, I must admit -- of "cumming together." But experience teaches other men, including Hal, is that when you are with a woman who is a perpetual cum, you can keep fucking indefinitely, and withhold ejaculation for as long as you wish and still enjoy cumming together.

In due course -- after perhaps eight to ten minutes of fucking -- Hal likes for me to turn so that he can take over the physical labor involved in good fucking -- his strong body pinning me to the mattress as his cock goes in and out of me. And yes, I love the sensation of being dominated. I have ALWAYS -- even before I met Hal -- preferred feeling that I am under the control of a man who is stronger than me, and who has the physical capacity of dominating me. And the best way for a woman to get into this mode is to throw up her legs and lock them around her lover and let your body rise up to meet his every thrust.-

So, after long minutes of good fucking, I feel my Hal's body tighten, and his thrusts are even harder, and wow wow wow we join in a super-climax -- one that makes my earlier cums feel like minor pops. Hal has the knack (ability?) to remain erect even after he ejaculates, and he likes to leave his prick embedded in me for a few more minutes, enjoying the sensation of what is a very wet fuck, given the amount of cum he deposits in me.

We kiss, we cuddle, we touch one another "down there" again, albeit we are both wet. And then off to the shower. Both of us will stop to pee, I might add. An aunt, my mother's younger sister, only a few years my senior, and my sexual mentor, once told me that a woman knows that she is really comfortable with a guy when she feels that it is OK to pee in front of him. And vice versa.

Should I feel embarrassed at sharing this particular moment? Oh, hell, Kath, go ahead! I will sit on the john, legs spread, and know that Hal is gazing down at my pussy as I let loose a flow of piss -- liquid coming from the pussy he has just finished fucking. I might grin at him; he knows that I am kinky enough to get a kick out of him watching me....

And when 'tis his turn, I stand and watch his take hold of his penis and direct his flow down into the bowl of the john -- splash splash splash! -- and I marvel at how a prick that was so large, so swollen, so hard, only a few ago can now be a flaccid piece of flesh!

Shower, and together, of course. When Hal soaps me, he started at the bottom of my groin, fingers in and around my cunnie, cleansing me of his cum. And then up to my breasts, and even after more than ten years of marriage he seems to get a special thrill out of caressing them! As I do from feeling his hands on me -- cupping each boob in turn, feeling my nipples harden against his palms.....yes yes yes! (Confession: I just paused to touch them myself....watch it girl, you are getting close to taking a jill off break...but not yet.)

My time. Hal's cock is still wet from the ample juices of my pussy, and his cum, and that is the first area my hands find. He loves it when my soap-slick fingers close around his shaft, and my "washing" is akin to giving him a loving hand job. And if his prick surges into full erection, so be it! On such occasions he will treat me to a brief rub of my pussy with his penis, a form of promise that "I shall return."

On weekends we often stay nude after showering, and another fuck ensues more times than not. But on work days, bah -- to the bedroom to dress, cereal and V8 juice for each of us, a hurried scan of the NYT and Washington Times for him, CNN updating the overnight news, me mentally berating the increasingly-inept Washington Post. and then a farewell (for now) hug and kiss at the door and away he goes.

'Tis now probably 7 or 7:15 A. M. Given that European markets have been open for several hours, and I have four clients in England, there are usually e-mails awaiting my professional attention. So, for the next few hours my mind is focused on making a living. But by late morning my attention returns to...you guessed it, my pussy! Which shall be discussed further in Part Twol

Kath