From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mutual Masturbation (FM, mast, sm)
Date: 25 May 1996 00:27:09 GMT

			     Masturbation
			 Mutual Masturbation

	Female masturbation is one of the great male fantasies. Though
marriage brought hiatus to myself pleasuring it did not put an end to
my fantasies-female masturbation still fascinated me. So, when our
marital sex games began to pall, I boldly suggested to my wife that
she try her hand at it for me to see.Being fully into Equal Rights,
Susan announced she would show me how she masturbated only if I showed
her how I did it.

	"Ladies first," I insisted, old chauvinist that I am. Susan
sat on a yellow canvas chair, one leg up and, to feed my own
fantasies, panties on.

	With two fingers she caressed a pink shallow nipple, gently
pinching, pulling and rubbing it until it stood rosy red and stiff. At
the same time, the other hand rubbed the I crotch of her panties, her
middle finger going deeper and deeper into the center crease, pushing
the silk in until it began to darken with her dampness.

	"As a girl I always used to masturbate with my panties on,"
Susan explained. "I pulled the cloth against my clitoris and inner
lips while keeping my thighs tightly shut. I learned this technique
from another girl - we used to do it together in the dorm." Later she
learned other techniques, without panties but with handy smooth
objects such as the handle of her hair brush. "My hairbrush handles
were always goopy," she laughed. "The cat loved to lick them."

	I handed Susan a hairbrush and, slipping off her panties, she
demonstrated how in her post-graduate years she used to get off. This
time, she gradually slipped the smooth plastic handle between her
dripping labia until it sank all the way in, then pushed it in and
out.

	With the other hand she massaged her clitoris which, as her
excitement began to mount, bobbed its little head in and out in the
most fantastic manner. Until then I believed what the sexologists
said, that the glans clitoris, when excited, disappeared like a thief
in the night into its tent - not Susan's.

	By now my own excitement began to mount. Shedding my shorts, I
took my bobbing penis in my right hand (some men prefer their left)
and, the way I did to my phantom, I began the slow manipulation of my
stiff organ's satiny skin until the glans ballooned up to the size of
an overripe plum.

	Sensing Susan's approaching orgasm I moved closer and
quickened my own strokes to match hers.

	Then Susan started to moan. I moved my working fist faster,
pressing the head with thumb above and forefinger on the trigger below
the cleft - a surefire way to climax on cue. The art of my ejaculation
hit Susan right on the button just as she too orgasmed, viscosity
sinking into the thick black fiber of her bush and mingling with her
own gurgling juices below.

	Our excitement continued even after orgasm and led to our
mutually masturbating each other for another simultaneous climax.
Mutual masturbation, I came to learn, is the best way to get to know
not only your own body but your partner's as well. I became familiar
with where to touch, what pressure to use, how to increase my strokes
and, among other delights, the vicissitudes of the elusive clitoris
and the even more mysterious tunnel of love.

	Similarly, Susan learned from my body, stroking me with a
pleasure no machine or artificial aid can give or receive. Eat your
heart out AccuIac. Mutual masturbation, in those times when sex was
not desirable or possible, helped our marriage and improved our love
life immeasurably. My lifetime of self-pleasuring had found a partner
in life-and love.

			     Masturbation
			   S&M Masturbation

	Lately I have been dealing with some repressed feelings about
S&M. I deal with these feelings honestly and unashamedly when I
masturbate, which is almost always when my husband is at work and my
nine-month-old baby is asleep.

	First, I remove all my clothes and stand in front of the
full-length mirror on my closet door. Then I turn the mirror so that
its magnifying side is facing me. Now, I get out my slut bucket so I
may pee on myself. I do this very slowly. At the end I fill up my slut
glass (as you know sluts love pee).

	I feel so dirty and think about what someone would think if
they saw me (note: I always do it downstairs in the guest room where I
keep my denigrating toys. Also, I open all the shades (the windows are
facing the street). For someone to see me all they would have to do is
look. I'm a slut and need to act this way.

	Now I start talking to the reflection the mirror, telling
myself how wicked I am, how much I look like a slut. I continue
denigrating myself. belittling my appearance and my rising desire as I
think of touching my nipples and finger my moistening pussy.

	I go to my toys and get my slut block and slut dildo out.These
are both covered with sandpaper. Sluts are always sore and used. Also
I get out my slut bra; this is very small. I have large tits and very
large nipples (my nipples became large since I have been doing this.)
I put on the bra. It has a hole in the end of it. My nipple is forced
out to its maximum.

	Now to get myself ready. First I take the slut block to my
nipple, being sure to get every bit of it but not touching it with my
fingers. (I'm still standing in front of the window.)

	Next I use the slut dildo on my clit and lips. When I'm done
I'm so hot and sore.

	Next I go to my slut toys and get my nipple stretchers. These
are two pieces of small wire with slip knots at the nipple end and at
the other a ring. I put these on and attach weight to them.

	(How much weight? If I've been a good slut and not touched
myself, not much. If I have touched myself a lot, then much weight
must be attached. today I touched my nipple with my fingers. (It hurt
so and I was so hot.) I put 1.5lbs on each nipple. This really hurt
but got me so hot.

	I put on my slut panties; these are very tight and hurt when I
walk walk.

	Now I get dressed: full skirt and loose shirt and coat. I get
ready to go to the store and to do some house cleaning when I get
home. During this time I'm so hot that sometimes I must touch my
pussy. If I do I pay later! Today, I was so hot from writing this and
the weights, I touched my pussy three times.

	I got home and did my housework, then went into the slut room
and undressed. I took off everything except my bra and weights.

	Since I was bad, nipple punishment was next. Jumping jacks,
these really hurt badly, twenty-five of them. Is was so very hot. I
love it when my nipples hurt. I remove the wire; my nipples are
really long now.

	I remove the bra and look at my slut body again. Cupping both
breasts, I lift them up to my mouth and start biting the nipples,
first one and then the other. I bite hard, deriving pleasure from the
pain, but, before long, I ache to bring my hands back down to my
throbbing cunt.

	To keep fleeting pain at my breasts, I take two slut pins (two
clothespins with thumb tacks taped to the inside) and nap them onto my
nipples. By this time I'm so excited that I know an orgasm is
imminent, but I refuse to let myself come, telling the reflection in
the mirror that I'm a worthless slut undeserving of such pleasure.

	After much more time spent teasing myself, building up to
orgasm and then stopping short of it, I move on trembly legs over to
my bed and lie down, positioning myself in such a way that I can view
my pussy in the full-length mirror near the foot of the bed. Now I tie
my ankles to the bedposts, using strips of leather cut from an old
jacket; of my husband's. Then I'm able to lick my cunt and suck on my
clit. I get the slut glass and pour some of my piss on my pussy. I
lick and suck it off, getting hotter but not coming.

	I do this until the glass is empty, not spilling a drop. Now I
get a strip of leather, to spank my pussy because I have a slut pussy.
I do this rather hard, until very sore, still wishing to come.

	Now I get the slut dildo and work on my asshole until raw.

	Now I can clearly view my masturbation in the mirror. I start
licking and fingering my vagina. My nipples are really hurting now and
I start begging myself to remove the clips, but another voice tells me
that I am a filthy little whore who deserves the pain. This continue
for a while with my hands, lips and tongue working wildly at my
crotch, until I finally decide I deserve deserve to come.

	I slip a large dildo into my sore used ass and then give
myself over to pleasure, my lips sucking and tongue thrusting rapidly
inside my cunt while I pull the vibrator out of my ass. To add to the
pleasure, I tighten my rectal muscles and I try to "suck" the vibrator
back into my ass while I'm withdrawing it.

	I always have one shattering orgasm followed by several others
not quite as strong but as as welcome. Then I lick my pussy clean and
clean my dildo with my mouth and know I will always be a slut. Then I
lie back and savor the feel of my hole contracting and relaxing.

	I hope that in the very near future, I will be able to share
my S&M fantasies with my husband and not have to rely solely on
masturbation for satisfaction. My marriage is a good one, but it
would be heaven on earth if I could get my husband to help me develop
this facet of my sexual personality.