Dream Girl Janis

Like most guys I get lots of practice masturbating. While its not quite an everyday occurrence for me it certainly happens 3-4 times a week. Sometimes its to a porn DVD and sometimes its Internet porn. Other times my inspiration is someone or some situation that is a fantasy. But when I'm really horny I go back to one of my favorite memories, thinking of Janis always gets up and gets me off.

I met Janis my last year, that was year five, of college at USC. At 5"4" her body seemed to fit my 5"10" frame perfectly. She was easy to pick up and move around. When she was on top her shoulder length red hair swayed back and forth across her face but her 34C tits where right they for me. Doggy style was incredible I seemed to cover her body and was able to wrap my arms completely around her giving me easy access to her pussy and tits. And at 5"4" she was always just a bend away from performing oral sex. She was truly a delight in every position.

Like a true dream girl Janis was much more than a hot body. Her model-like features and well-spoken nature made her a perfect media type. In fact she was studying broadcast journalism. But it wasn't even her good looks that gave her such potential it was an inquisitive and often skeptical mind. All this combined with an adventurous attitude, she even took me to a nude beach one day, made her a great girlfriend.

Our first two months together included all the great get-to-know-you sex. We were definitely a can't keep their hands off of each other type of couple. Then came the night that took us to a new sexual place. Ironically it didn't really involve the typical hot sex.

It was at the end of the fall semester and I had two finals the next day. And since I'd spent so much time fucking Janis I really needed to study. She completely understood. While I studied Janis watched TV, she considered it part of her media studies, and drank wine. Occasionally, during commercial breaks, she would give me a kiss and a neck rub but respecting my studies she generally left me alone.

About 1a.m. she went to bed and I continued to study for another hour or so until my brain started to shut down. At that time I needed my body to shut down too. As I got into bed next to Janis I realized that a great orgasm would be sure-fire way to relax and get to sleep but I didn't want to have a full on session. Since she was half asleep it was out of the question anyway.

She did wake up enough to ask me how it went and to give me a good night kiss. As she started to turn back over she noticed her kiss had given me a hard-on. Well it really didn't take much but there it was at full attention. It was when she told me that I'd better do something about that thing that I realized she wasn't going to be of any help. But when she told me she wanted to watch I didn't hesitate to start stroking it.

The sight of my hand sliding over my cock brought Janis back to life. But instead of providing a wet pussy or a warm mouth she started to do a play-by-play description. It was like I was a story on the late night news. She started to ask questions about how I did it, how often, and what I thought about when I did it. When she scooted right next to me I thought she was going to finally take me cock in her hands but she gently held my balls as she encouraged me to cum. And cum I did all over myself. After a clean-up and a kiss good night I fell asleep.

The next day I felt like a champ. My mind was sharp and my body relaxed. I breezed through my tests and couldn't wait to she Janis that night I thought I'd turn the tables on her.

When she came her I was cooking dinner and told her I had a special night planned for us. I told her to take a bath and get ready for a nice meal. Then to tease her I told her she was going to be my fantasy girl for the night.

At dinner I hardly tasted the food. Me senses were all visual. Janis' green eyes and beautiful smile kept me completely happy. That along with her white t-shirt. It's amazing how sexy a plain white t-shirt can be when there's no bra to hide erect nipples on a set of 34C's. If she had only know I had a full blown erection the whole time we probably never would have finished eating. I managed to avoid any sexual innuendos right up until desert.

When I asked her if she was ready for desert and to be my fantasy girl her deep breath and breathy sigh told me it was going to be a wild night. When I presented her with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries she probably that we were going to have a food fantasy. When she saw my cock bulging through my shorts I don't think she really cared what the fantasy was.

Moving into the bedroom I lit several candles put on some music and opened a bottle of scented massage oil. I didn't even have to ask her, in a blink of an eye she shed her cloths and rested her head on the pillow. She assumed the back-rub position and I dribbled the oil down her back right to her crack. A soft moan escaped when my hands passed her shoulders and caressed the base of her neck.

There's just something so incredibly sexy about knowing your girlfriend is yours for the taking at any moment. It would have been so easy to lift up her hips and slide my cock in her but it was even sexier to wait and build the passion.

As I rubbed the tension of the day out of her back I started to present my fantasy. I told her how much I appreciated her last night. I shared how much love I felt when she recognized my need for orgasm and participated in my masturbation. Then I turned her over. Straddling her stomach I poured more drops of oil on her chest, her nipples and on my hard cock. It was now time to completely unveil my desire.

As I rubbed the massage oil into her tits I started to tell her how I'd never masturbated in front of anyone before and how completely turned on I was by it. Then I stroked my cock to get it fully oiled and started to rub it, as if it were a massage stick, all over her. It was a beautiful site to see the tip of my cock rubbing her nipples to full erection. Over one breast and down between them and up and over again my cock went. Combined with a traditional stroke or two I was in heaven. Now was the time to tell her exactly what I wanted. It was time for her to masturbate for me.

Sliding down until my balls rested on her belly I asked her about how she masturbated. I wanted to hear the same details I'd given her the night before, how often, what techniques and most importantly, what her masturbation fantasies were. With one hand stroking m cock and the other squeezing her tits I waited for her answer.

What happened next was a complete shock. I'd never know Janis to be at a loss for words but no words came out. I wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or just too deep into the massage but all I heard was breathing. So like a detective I began a line of questioning.

"Well you do masturbate don't you?" I asked.

"Yes," was her quite reply.

"How often?"

"Once in a while."

"Once a day? Once a week?"

"Once in a while."

"Do you use a vibrator?"

"Sometimes."

"Masturbate to porn?"

"Once, a long time ago."

"Masturbate if front of someone?"

"Once a long time ago."

Well I was getting information but it was like pulling teeth. I needed to enhance the situation. I moved off her stomach and settled in-between her legs. I pulled up her legs and put my knees on the outsides of her butt. It was the classic missionary position except I didn't put my cock in her. Instead I lowered myself onto her and my cock settled between her open pussy lips I started a fucking-like motion but this time my cock was sliding over her pussy and clit.

"When did you masturbate last? I asked.

"A couple of days ago." She said perking up a little.

"And what did you fantasize about?"

I wasn't ready for her perfect answer but when she said, "You." I leaned down and gave her a long deep kiss.

Sitting back up I looked into her eyes and took her hands in mine. I put them on my chest and started to move them down my body. When they got to my cock I stopped them and pulled them down so that they pulled my cock tightly over her pussy. With a slow hip movement I started fucking her hands and her clit.

"I want to see you masturbate," I said as I detailed my fantasy. "I want to know your fantasies. I want to know what you think about when you touch yourself."

"I want you to masturbate," she said.

"No I want you to masturbate and to tell me what you think about."

With that I withdrew my cock from between her hands and placed her fingers on clit. With a slow circling motion she started to fulfill my fantasy.

"What do you think about?" I pressed.

"You, you big jerk-off," was her slightly sarcastic reply. "I think about you masturbating for me. It makes me so hot to think that you're thinking of me while your stroking yourself." Now masturbating like I'd imagined she asked, rather told me, "Jerk-off with me."

"Tell me your fantasy in, every detail," was my last request. I inched back a little to make sure a had a full view of her pussy as I started stroking my cock in earnest.

She went on to tell me that my masturbation was her fantasy. She wanted to see me do it. She wanted to know what got me excited and what my masturbation fantasies were. Then she said she wanted to be my jerk-off girl. She wanted to be my right hand. She wanted to jerk me off when ever I wanted. She said she needed to know exactly how I did it. She wanted me to leave my masturbating to her.

Another surprise. She came before me and she came big time. That didn't stop her from masturbating. She begged me to stroke my cock for her. She wanted me to cum on her. And did I ever. Instead of a body covered in massage oil she had a body drenched in cum. I couldn't believe how she rubbed it over herself. Like a magic lotion she rubbed it into her tits like a boy feeling his first boob. Then she reached down to milk the last drop of my cum onto her clit. With a furious pace she rubbed her cum coved clit to another smashing orgasm.

Nirvana couldn't be any better than the place I was at. I wanted to merge our bodies and minds together into a never-ending dreamlike sleep and yet I didn't want to sleep ever again. That moment in a bottle would be the cure-all of all times.

Sometimes fate is our curse stealing our hopes and dreams. This time fate was my personal reward. Finals were over and we had the next week all to ourselves. When we woke the next day Janis told me of her plan for us to hibernate for a week. But instead of sleeping she was going to be my fantasy on-demand. My cock was her desire and she wanted to know everything about my masturbation life. There was going to be no fucking and no sucking just a week full of masturbation.

Just as I thought my wildest fantasy was about to come true I thought it was all a bad joke. Janis started to get dressed. Then she told me that since we weren't going to leave the apartment for a week we'd better go shopping. Pushing the cart around the grocery store I felt everyone was watching me. I knew they were trying to see if I had an erection because they knew I was about to begin a masturbation marathon. As we put the groceries in the car Janis had another surprise. After pledging my complete cooperation and honesty she took the wheel.

I would never have guessed where she took me. And I was almost embarrassed as hand-in-hand we entered the adult bookstore. She reminded me of my openness and honesty pledge and than said we were going to stock up on masturbation accessories. My first task was to pick out a new video. I had to describe what I looked for in a porn video. This included the types of girls, the types of sex, and what kinds of scenes made me cum.

When I told her I couldn't decide between an all girl video and a gang-bang one she said we'd get both. Dragging me to the counter she continued to take my fantasy to places I'd never dreamed of. I never knew such hot girls worked as clerks in adult bookstores but this one must have been a coed or a want-to-be porn star because she had innocent good looks but surrounded by porn she was oozing with sex appeal.

My jaw drooped when I heard Janis describing why we were there and asking for help.

"This is Kirk's week for masturbation. He's going to teach me everything about how and why he masturbates and we want to make sure we have all the necessary equipment," she gleefully explained to the clerk. "I'm sure you know a lot about male masturbation don't you?"

"Well I'm sure a lot of it goes on back in our video booths. I'll make sure you have everything you need," she replied with a wink.

"Kirk have you ever masturbated in a video booth before?" Janis asked.

It was one thing to do it but quite another to admit to it in front of your girlfriend and a complete stranger so when I said, "Yes" I surprised myself.

Leading down an aisle filled with sex toys the clerk described the benefits of edible lotions, vibrators, and butt plugs. She even tried to sell us a real plastic porn-star replica vagina. We passed on most of the toys but Janis did pick up a vibrator and a swingers magazine.

Then in another surprise Janis had another question for our clerk. She reached down and gave my cock a quick rub through my pants when my erection was evident she grabbed it and asked, "Do you think he's ready to start masturbating?"

I'm sure Janis didn't anticipate her response but when she noticed Janis's hard nipple she couldn't resist. Grabbing a handful of tit she said, "It looks like you are too."

It seemed like an endless cruel punishment for her to make me drive home. All the way she asked about masturbation in the car. I had to tell her that while it was an easier thing for a woman to do yes, I'd masturbated while driving before. But not in daylight on a busy street.

Putting away the groceries barely made my cock go down. After all it was about to be the focus of attention for the next week and it couldn't wait to get started. Then I received the day's instructions. Janis wanted me to masturbate all day like I was alone. I wasn't to ignore her altogether but as far as my masturbation was concerned she wanted to see me in my natural habitat, alone and horny.

Well with Janis there is certainly wasn't going to be masturbation as usual. I wondered what to do first. Should I watch one of my new videos or read the swinger's magazine? Should I try some lotion or not? Watching Janis put away the last of the groceries and stated to go through the bookstore goodies my answer came to me. Replaying how Janis had a hold of my cock when the clerk grabbed her tit almost brought me to climax. With a quick unzip and a few strokes I was ready to blow. Only my verbal announcement alerted Janis of the sperm arrival. She turned around just in time to see cum cover the kitchen floor.

With a kiss she handed me a paper towel. Even though I wasn't alone I still had to clean up after myself.

After that things started to turn into a normal day. Except I didn't watch any sports on TV and I didn't answer my phone. I also didn't wear any pants. For the next couple of hours it really was like Janis wasn't there. I sat on the couch watching porn with a remote in one hand and my cock in the other. Moving between rewind, fast-forward, and slow-motion, I looked for the perfect place to cum. Watching two girls kiss while another watched and masturbated had always been a fantasy of mine and this DVD had the perfect scene. When I saw a reflection of Janis standing behind the couch watching me the cum flew again. This time I let out a holler like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco.

If I expected a standing ovation I didn't get one. She was more like a reporter taking notes. She was the observer and her job was not to influence the outcome. She certainly didn't stop me from taking a nap.

When I awoke I was alone. A quick search of the apartment showed no signs of Janis. When I saw the bathroom door was closed I was relieved. When I approached it and heard a distinctive buzzing accompanied with a familiar gasp I was disappointed that I didn't get to watch but turned on by the affect the day was having on her.

When she came out I was already deeply into watching the gang-bang movie. This one had a special twist. The main girl was doing her best with a handful of guys. She was sucking and fucking for all she was worth. Guys were cumming all over her. It was a non-stop fuck fest. But for me the biggest turn on was the two girls that were watching the whole thing. The kept walking around trying to get the best view. All the while they were masturbating themselves and each other. I was a voyeur watching two voyeurs watching one girl and a bunch of guys.

All the while I knew there was a hot horny girl watching me watching the movie. I knew my cumming now would lead to her cummng later which would lead to me cummng again. What a happy endless loop.

This time I was going to be more authentic. With my erection waving in the air I pushed the pause button and walked into the kitchen to grab a paper towel. Sitting back down the action on screen returned and so did my stroking. This ejaculation was less potent and since it all went into the paper towel there was no mess.

As tempted as I was to nap again this time Janis spoke up and asked if I'd like some lunch. Sensing the need to give my penis a break I agreed. The lunch was not memorable but the conversation. She began asking me how my day was going as if she hadn't been there. I surprised myself by nonchalantly I provided her with all the details. Without embarrassment I told her I'd spent the morning masturbating and provided all the details. With a "That's nice dear. I'm glad you had a good time," she cleaned up the table and left me alone. Picking up the swinger's magazine I headed for the couch.

After a few minutes she joined me with a copy of Cosmopolitan in hand. She started to give me one of those compatibility quizzes and showing my pictures of near-naked models. When she asked what I was reading I described the details of the swinger's ads, what they looked like and what they wanted to do. Telling her it was making me so horny that I needed to masturbate she encouraged me do go ahead. I knew she wasn't reading the magazine anymore. But she kept her eyes hidden. As I was about to cum I casually said, "Honey."

Lowering the magazine to reply, "Yes dear," she saw my cock exploding cum all over my chest.

With a, "That's nice dear," she resumed pretending to read. I didn't have to pretend to be feel amazing.

As the day wore on I realized two things. The first was how much I wanted to touch Janis and the second was how liberating it was to have her see me masturbate. I knew she not only enjoyed watching me but I felt a sense of pride on her part that I could repeatedly get it up and get it off. After sunset she became much more inquisitive, almost nosy. She wanted to know my masturbation history, when I started, how often I did it, where I did it, and what I thought about.

These were details that I long since forgotten and didn't really care to much to remember. But I did recall one incident that I told her about. I bought a poster of a swimsuit model and put in on my bedroom wall. Looking at it made me so horny that I started jerking off. When I realized I was about to cum I look around for a handkerchief but all I saw was the plastic tube the poster had come in. I stuck my penis in it and a couple of strokes later I came.

Not remaining focused on the past she wanted to know all my current activity too. She really wanted to know the mental aspects of my masturbation. Seeing her interest in the smallest of details led me to give her yet another show. As I'd already cum several times I decided to make this one a long slow drawn-out affair. I made myself a drink put my new girl-girl DVD in back in the player, opened up the swinger's magazine, and placed a bottle of lotion on the coffee table. I even went into my bedroom and pulled out a couple of me old trusty magazines, one with pictures and the other with dirty stories.

I turned on the DVD and filled my hands with lotion. As I rubbed the lotion into my stomach, my thighs, and my penis I described in detail what I thought was stimulating about each of my masturbation aids. I admitted that lesbians per say weren't of any extra interest but it was just a matter of their being more girls. If one is good then three are better. I told her is was fun to see the ads of people who were engaging in group sex and that I enjoyed reading about other peoples experience and looking at hot naked women. Then I told her the thing that turned me on more than anything was watching my girlfriend play with herself.

She shook her head no and reminded me that she was just an observer. But when I saw her out of the corner of my eye pull her skirt up, pull her panties aside and start toying with her clit I pumped out another handful of lotion. Then she got up and moved next to me. Basically resting her chin on my hip she was just inches away from the action. She said she wanted a front row seat.

She also wanted me to give her a soundtrack of my thoughts and feelings. After a few minutes of stroking with my right hand I reached my left one down and put it on her ass. When I felt her hips rise I slide my fingers into her pussy. That did it for me. Even though you couldn't tell by looking at the amount of my cum this orgasm sent deep vibrations to every part of my body. It brought my day of masturbation to an end. We spent the rest of the night curled up on the couch watching TV. But really I didn't take long for me to drift off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and opened one eye. I got an eyeful. There was an unmistakable motion going on under the covers. I couldn't blame Janis for wanting an early morning orgasm. Shutting my eye I pretended to be asleep. Within a minute my erection betrayed me. Noticing something growing she whispered that she had another special day planned for me, but this time I wasn't going to masturbate.

My morning grooming barely reduced my erection. Anytime it started to shrink my thoughts turned to what she might have in store for me and it sprang right back to life. This week was about my masturbation so I wondered why she didn't want me to masturbate. The answer was soon at hand, her hand. She wanted me to teach her how I masturbated. She wanted to be the hand that rocked my masturbation world.

After about an hour of instruction in gripping, stroking, twisting, and alternating pace she gave me another big surprise. Stepping behind me she pressed her chest into my back. Then she grabbed my hands and put them on her ass. But the fun part was when she reached around and put her lessons to the test. Giving a hand job while sitting next to your boyfriend is one thing but she from behind she was able to mimic my motions. She was me masturbating myself.

The rest of the day she kept me pantless and anytime there was a hint of an erection. She used her newly acquired skills to get me off. She even set erection bait by playing with her tits as she watched the gang-bang movie. It was quite a treat to join her on the couch. I had an orgasm without moving a muscle, she moved it for me.

But by far the most memorable experience occurred in the evening. I didn't hear it ring so I was surprised when she handed me the phone. I didn't know who was on the other end but when the voice started telling me how she loved to play with her pussy I figured it out. Janis had called a phone sex line and was now jerking me off as I talked dirty to a stranger. I really forgot that it wasn't my hand around my cock. She sensed my arousal, probably from the tone of the conversation, and timed my ejaculation to match the phone girl's orgasm.

There was only one thing I needed to do and it didn't fit into our scenario. I insisted and she relented. I spent the rest of the night eating pussy.

The rest of the week was spent in a pretty normal fashion. We went out during the day to visit friends and went out drinking a couple of nights. But there was nothing normal about our time at home. My masturbation fantasy was here desire. Every time my cock sprung up she jerked me off. But now I got to touch her too. And every night when we went to bed she brought me to a full erection and straddled my hips. But instead of mounting my cock she used it to masturbate herself. As the tip of my cock worked its way over her clit like an electric metronome she told me stories of swingers, lesbians, and gang-bangs. After wiping my cum into her tits she took out a washcloth and cleaned us both us. My sleep was never more peaceful and my dreams never more sweet. My cock was greeted with joy every morning and I was milked dry every night.

There's only one thing about her memory that upsets me. When I graduated in the spring I was so focused on my new career that I moved to the east coast and I lost track of her. Years later I saw her doing a news story on a cable TV channel. She was still beautiful but alas married. My mind may have wanted to curse me for letting her go but my penis must have remembered.

I hit the mute button and heard her tell me how she loved to jerk me off while I watched porn DVDs. I felt her hand take hold of my cock and she jerked me off for old-times sake. I came before she faded into a commercial break. I closed my eyes and remembered the best week of my life.