Being a masturbator for many years, I tried a lot and experienced a lot thanks to the patience of my pipisk and her good responsiveness to my sexual arousal. But one day the simple masturbation was not enough for me, and my thoughts began to come into my head more and more insistently to somehow diversify my pleasant “exercises” with my wondrous body. I understand that the goal was the same - get excited as soon as possible in order to get more pleasure and to finish brighter. That's all!

This time I planned for a long time (the whole week), what would you like to indulge in this plan? First, I stopped my daily onanisms, which I called "pumping" or simply "rocking." Mentally, I just said to myself: “I pump up my pie, pump up my pleasure, I’ll swing my dick,” and during the masturbation I often said: “Kach-kach”. This further excited me. After I suffered three days without a “swing”, my imagination got sharper and I, after some choice, decided that I should try to pump a note somewhere in nature. Best on the river, because there at the weekend you can still warm yourself contemplation half-naked ladies. So decided!

I barely waited (I already had to fasten myself so as not to touch my pipisk!) Saturday and having thought everything through well, I went to the city beach. I was dressed specially, namely, I did not have panties, and in old loose pants my right pocket had five centimeters split, so that I could feel my sexual comrade with my hand if I wanted to.

On the beach, I walked around the rows of tourists, choosing the eyes of pretty girls and pompous ladies. It was possible to think one thing about the tension of a member — not how to raise it, but to hide its exorbitant tension a little. With my right hand I kept my “stallion” somewhat, which allowed me to pass in front of women without much embarrassment. The head of this “device for onanism” kept rolling itself out of the skin covering it, and I really didn’t want to touch it. There is a pattern - the more often you touch the excited head, the faster you will finish. Not only did I not want to end quickly, but I, overwhelmed by shameful lust, had a dream: to continue these exciting games as long as possible. Yes, of course, in the end, sooner or later I will have to pour out from myself that liquid which in medicine is so ugly called sperm. I even liked the name that my friends gave to sperm, who at the age of six taught me to mess with my pipisk. They called her “ma! lofyu. I continue that I would like this to happen as late as possible. I was so pleased with that condition and feeling of some kind of sweet languor in the pie and in the whole body that I did not want to part with it. Not because I couldn’t pump my dick again and have fun, but because I just knew that after such a long abstinence, the orgasm will be so strong that I can do the masturbation on my dick in fifteen minutes, but get A sharp orgasm can only after some super exciting event. And where can I get it?

And yet I touched a member. It was hard to resist the temptation to caress him. They were always short and very light touches, although they were drawn to the opposite. In confused thoughts, so befuddled with lust, I wanted to roughly and sharply expose the head to the root in one motion, pull off the swollen skin, shake it with a piezo and then pump up and pump up wildly:

I swear, I held back as best I could! In the coastal bushes, turning into the woods, where I wandered (I think so that I can afford something) I unbuttoned my pants and brazenly pulled out a huge member: Horror! Only here, somehow restraining myself, I looked around! Immediately thought: you lose the conspiracy, and if someone watched you? Phew No one! I looked around again just in case: no one. I looked at the pisun. Yes, there is something to be proud of! Frightened by the fact that now finish, I carefully "covered" him and carefully laid in his pants.

I also walked past the tanning women, diligently looking out from them for the place where their sweet pisse is located. One pisya clearly outlined the hollow between the labia.And this led me (and you guess who else!) In a sweet delight.

I had a thought that it was time for me to look for a place where I can talk in private with a member. It was not easy to find that. However, after some time, I found a fallen tree in a secluded place, behind which I settled on the ground. It was quite comfortable, with my back I rested on a log like in the back of a sofa, I was almost imperceptible, and I could afford something. I did that. The passion in me grew to such an extent that I forgot about shame and caution. From time to time, looking around, trying not to be caught in my masturbation, I completely unzipped my trousers (and the top button and zipper, and finally threw my joint. red. Excited, swollen, but not perfected. From this, she looked somewhat wrinkled and, as it were, worn. Here's the word! ! In order to somehow have more “inspired! Twist”, I began to I imagined all kinds of needs in my imagination. Especially I was always inspired by the kind of tense clitoris. I imagined myself, and, oh, a miracle, the head finished off! , in which another portion of air is inflated, began to inflate more and more, and finally reached the limit of blatant bloatiness. by blood. At this point, I remembered the girl with panties, crashed into her sex gap. I began to imagine what her clitoris was, and what would happen to him when he got excited. Then I quietly switched to the fact that she, like me, sometimes pumps her body. Describe it for a long time, but in life all these thoughts fly by in a few seconds! Staring at the head of the pipisk, I already thought: “But how am I going to put koto skin on my head! should a swarm make onanizing movements now? ”This little thing was so divided that you couldn't even imagine it! However, the brain onanist works quickly. I, gently squeezing the head with my fingers, achieved some reduction in it due to the fact that the blood flowed somewhere, and quickly pulled the skin on the decreased tip of the penis. What a nice feeling! I almost finished! Nevertheless, I almost got ready, and now I can download the pussy! The head, as "Vanka-vstanka" quickly gained its previous size. Now the skin covering this most sensitive part of the penis has tightened to such a state that I was afraid, would it break? My gaze seemed somehow at once the whole excited member. I looked at it (also in order to stretch the act of my onanism!): From under the skin covering the head, I looked out of her part of a crimson-crimson color. She was fully prepared for "combat" actions. The pussy was so swollen that the skin covering it seemed like a thin whip, pierced by puffed-up bluish veins. On top of the lustful head stood out to! a clear transparent oily liquid. I knew it from overstimulation. To restrain was no longer able to. And I started. Slightly pulling the skin, I released a little head, and with one finger smeared that liquid, which I wrote about above. What a thrill! The pleasant sensations from this pierced me and stopped somewhere in the base of the pipisk. Of course, I could not refrain from doing this several times. In short, as long as I did not rub all the liquid into this “red bell”. I frankly admit that it was so nice that I wanted to continue in this way and achieve an orgasm: But! Let me remind you: there is nothing more enjoyable than waiting (this is the sweetest period) the pleasure of orgasm! I threw the pussy and tried to distract a little. ...