Jessica Alba: the first woman I properly masturbated to
It's Jessica Alba's birthday, and I'd like to have a little #faprospective. She's the first woman I ever properly masturbated to. Sure, I'd gotten an erection to Britney Spears dancing when I was years younger. And when I watched Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" music video, and saw her taut belly twisting and gyrating and reflecting light off its muscles, I rubbed my penis through my pants and felt something nice stirring...but with Jessica Alba, I actually took my naked penis out and started rubbing its surfaces, toying with its length and the little parts, and trying to see if I could get the "nice little buzz" to get stronger and stronger, which it did. So yeah, I masturbated to Jessica Alba, and she was my first "proper" masturbation. Specifically, the blue bikini photos from Into the Blue.
Oh, slide those bikini bottoms down your taut hips, Jess. Let them slip off. Hnngghhh.
I was just starting puberty then, and I had only just begun to learn how to play with my dick. Every day I'd rub it a little, this nice spot under the tip. It was this little band of skin like a banjo-string that ran from the end of the pee-hole to somewhere lower down on the tip, the side facing away from me.
Rubbing it in circles caused deep swells of erotic pleasure. Rubbing across it produced sharp, sweet feelings of sexual sweetness. I would look at bikini-clad Jessica while I rubbed that spot and enjoyed the throbs and twinges of sexual pleasure, and my eyes would crawl over her tight, toned half-naked body, and her shiny tummy.
Or her stiff nipples forming dents in her wet outfits. Her boobs weren't too big, but I loved looking at them anyway! Imagine that! I was being turned on by boobs that weren't super big! I continued rubbing during each session, and a pregnant, pleasant swell accumulated along the head of my dick. I often felt a strange, "needy" sensation like wanting to pee, but a nicer, more ticklish sensation. Sometimes my dick would "buck" with sharp rocking waves of pleasure, and these pleasure-intensive "bucks" would get closer and closer together as I continued rubbing and massaging "the spot."
But I never let myself finish because ... well, I thought the pleasure would make me scream loud enough to alert everyone. I had read about orgasm. Apparently it was the nicest and most powerful feeling of pleasure, and I knew that if I felt it for the first time in my life, I would let out loud uncontrollable sounds. I didn't want anyone else to know. I was young, I was going through puberty, and I was playing with my privates to a half-naked, sensual woman who was posing in a skimpy swimsuit. Nobody needed to know. This was my secret.
Each day, the newspaper would have a poster of Into the Blue. Sometimes in color, like on weekends! I'd bring that paper to my room, lock the door, and kick off my pants and pull down the waistband of my underpants, my penis already stiff, the bare glans swelling up.
I would start rubbing that special spot under my tip while looking at Jessica's tight, lithe body. I later found out that this was the frenulum, a very erogenous zone.
I soon figured out a different way to stimulate "the spot." What I would do was, I'd stand up, with my pants either off or puddled around my ankles...
...and I'd tug my shirt down so that my erection was flattened beneath it. My fingers would pinch the T-shirt at the root of my cock. The fabric would form a nice and gentle pressure on the sensitive underside of my dick.
Then I'd slowly release my fingers, and let the tight fabric slip up, gliding against the tip of my cock with delicious slowness.
The light T-shirt would press my frenulum taut and, as it released and went sliding up, it would send a constant wave of pleasure through me. Sometimes there were rippling vibrations. It also buzzed the fleshy tip of my glans, a sharp, "sugary-feeling" pleasure of its own that was rather distinct from the pleasure I got rubbing the spot. Running both areas at once caused these two pleasure sensations to "play in sync."
Ohh Jessica...let me dab it on your mouth. Yes, baby.
Yes, OOHHHHHH...
Gawd yes YES!
So went my daily masturbation sessions, sometimes in the daytime and always at night. At night I imagined Jessica peeling off her wet bikini and walking towards me, naked, but I didn't need much fantasy. Enjoying the pleasure was enough.
During the day, she would look hungrily at me, seemingly becoming more and more naked as the buzzing pleasure filled my brain.
Each day, I got closer and closer to what felt like the point of no return. I wanted to just keep going, but the pleasure felt too good.
Each day I crept a little bit closer to the point of orgasm. Sometimes I felt my balls churn. I could feel stuff pushing its way along the tubes down south, and I wondered if it was the semen the textbooks spoke of. It felt interesting, and sometimes ached in a strange way, but it felt...nice.
Once I remember kneeling on the floor, pumping my cock to bikini-clad Jessica on the poster, and getting so lost in the pleasure that I rocketed past the orgasmic point.
Suddenly I felt more pleasure than I'd experienced shoot into my cock, and with my heart hammering my hand flew off my dick, hoping this wasn't it...the pleasure was rapidly intensifying. Images, thoughts, urges flashed through my mind, which I hadn't put there: Jessica naked, Jessica gripping my penis, Jessica rubbing my hard organ against her slick tummy, Jessica pushing her wet vulva against me, Jessica kissing me and telling me to come for her...I held my breath, expecting white glue to start spurting out at any moment, probably splashing with loud wet smacks on the poster.
I clenched up, my hips bucked and tipped forward, my pelvic muscles tightened. My dick went harder than ever, almost vibrating at the tip. Tight pleasure tingled and gripped the tip, but nothing came out. Just phantom feelings of something "exiting" my cock. It felt like a nice, phantom thread of vapours being pulled out of my pee-hole, and it was the sweetest feeling ever, not an ounce of pain except for the ache of my hard cock twitching and flexing muscles I'd never used. Sexsexsexsexsex was all I could think of.
I felt rapid pumping contractions in places I didn't know existed in my dick, and squeezy flutters that felt sexy, sexual, and NICE. I realised I still felt aroused and hadn't triggered the refractory period.
I spammed this cheat code a dozen times before going faint. Each time I was sure that the sludgy white come would dribble out, I could even feel something creeping up my pee-hole...but nothing did. All I had was the pleasure, which seemed to scrunch and intensify more than ever each time I got to the end...then it was like bouncing off a hard wall, oh so sweet. Oh so nice.
Oh, Jess...
These photos of her, by Andrew Eccles, really made me horny. All the tummyporn fantasies were going haywire.
Jessica. Jessica, oh Jessica...JESSICA.
Ohhhh, Jessica! Ohhh SPLAT SPLATT SPLATT
To this day, blue bikinis are an erotic trigger for me.
