Erotic Mastrubation stories
A large collection of sex stories about mastrubation and toys.
Poking my ass out, I reached between my thighs with one hand and spread my puffy lips open. I had never played with my ass before; never wanted to, but here I stood with cunt cream dribbling from my dark pink slit and my finger pushing past my sphincter. Seconds later, I felt a splash of warm fluid cover my ass cheek, and then ooze a path down the back of my thigh. My balls would be slapping your pussy, as I stretched your hole so wide that it would still be open,” he said, between moans. I had enough sense to put my phone on speaker, so I could hear him, before I set it on the bed, close to my ass.
We had just discovered the controls for the jacuzzi jets and were playing around with them when the phone rang and Janine's brother came to the screen door with it in hand, telling her it was for her. I remember standing there, riding these waves of pleasure while Janine asked me if I wanted to go to the movies after dinner, and her mom told me it'd be ready in 15 minutes or so. He said that I usually left the butterfly on low when I was in front of people, and so it was easy to conceal the little orgasms. Even when you know it can happen at any time, it's still pretty intense stimulation to have a vibrator directly on your clit.
“Your breasts are perfect I would love to rub and lick them, squeeze your hard nipples until you scream” she started to fidget but told me to continue. “My pussy is so wet I really need to touch you, bite and slap your full firm bum I want to hear you beg me to fuck you.” She started to move closer to me and whispered in my ear. I desperately wanted to suck her nipples to lick her pussy but I couldn’t I could only talk. I want to watch you masturbating.” With that thought I climaxed trying to act as normal as possible so no one noticed which was very difficult. She took his huge cock in her mouth and started to suck hard.
Phil immediately looked down at my pussy, which was barely hidden by my panties. He reached for his hardening cock and began to rub the foreskin as I slipped two fingers into my pussy. I was moaning deeply; Phil was groaning feverishly, his eyes focused on my pussy. Phil was tugging himself faster and faster, the intense look of pleasure marked in his manly features. Phil was holding his legs out in front of him stiffly, stroking himself and groaning deeply. Phil staggered to his feet as I sat upright, holding my head back as he tugged his foreskin back and forth. I walked out of the library, with my head held high, the cum still streaked down the front of my dress.
But she continued to talk into the receiver, just like she had so many times before with him, toying with the phone cord, wrapping it around her fingers and kind of stroking it across her breasts while staring intently at him. Her hands began to slowly explore her body, in perfect imitation of his thoughts, down over her breasts, stopping only to gently squeeze her nipples, as she knew he would. Her head turned towards him and their eyes met as her fingers gently parted the soft folds in search of the tiny button that would release her passions. Her hand alternately caressed and kneaded her breasts, her body twisted and turned on the bed, eyes moving from his cock to his face, locking for an instant with his.
The drive home seems long, but your mind wonders back to the email you just read. You climb into the shower and feel the warmth hit your body. You run your hands over your shoulders as the water massages your back. You can feel the warm water run across your body, as he gently breathes by your left ear. Lowering his hands onto your stomach, you feel the warm water release and run between your legs. The warm water runs across your body, coating your wet pussy and down your leg. You grab onto the shower curtain as your body shakes. Your sensitive body shakes as the water drips across it.
Sitting at the gate waiting for our flight to take off, I lay dry and bored in her panties. It just takes more effort for me to get her motivated enough to stand, crawl over the seats, walk up the aisle and enter the bathroom. Tick-tock… Waiting for the airplane to reach its flying height always feels like purgatory. So, like on every other flight, I occupy my time by carefully planning our bathroom escape route. I’m finally able to release a pulse from where I lay dormant between her legs. IV and I are equally aroused as she threads her way down the bumpy aisle, into the aft bathroom and locks the door with hands that we each know want to go elsewhere…
In the small pool of light that spilled out from my room onto the unlit landing, I saw a shortish, pretty blonde girl of about twenty two, with large brown eyes, a small mouth, and a pale complexion, wearing something light coloured, that was long and shapeless, and standing with a paper cup in her hand. I remember I looked into the attractive face the words had just come from, took in the soft brown eyes, the nervous smile that played around the edges of her pale pink lips, and the long straight blonde hair that framed it all so captivatingly, and couldn't think of anything sensible to say.
of course, we were both hard in seconds but I was more interested in seeing my new friends cock. It looked exactly the same as mine, fairly thick, about 7inches plus with a naked head. The girls started to wank us slowly and after the 3rd rubbish drink and 3 scotches I saw that he was losing precum, so I said to get going. We went to a couple more bars, no girls and I could see that he was really tipsy so said to get a taxi back to camp.
“Imagine that, shoving my lover into the body of that great thing just when Adam is turning the key to the front door!” Hannah enjoyed shouting out her thoughts into the open spaces of her grand house. And like a scorned child, Hannah charged up the stairs, two at a time, flying into her bedroom and throwing herself onto the bed, landing with her face in the pillow. He brushed his hand over the cool work surface and thought, ‘next time Annie.’ Each room on the lower floor was the same, clean, tidy and no sign of his wife. Annie took his cock and pushed him inside her, instantly filling her, their four hands were all over her exposed sex.
The elevator seemed to take forever, giving Mari time to think collectively about troubles at work, with kids, with relatives, … As the door slowly rolled open at the top floor, she sighed deeply, and had resolved she was going to put all those problems aside, and have a good time somehow. John retraced his steps with his hand down her spine, and this time kept going down the cleft in her cheeks until his fingers almost touched her sensitive parts. After a long time, or what seemed so to Mari, John lightened and slowed his touch, until he was using a single extended finger, running down from the small of her back down between her cheeks.
This thought redirected the blood in my body from one head to another and I soon found my hand sliding down my body and slowly into my pants. My dick was rising and my hand, which no longer seemed to be in my control began, to slowly slide up my shaft and as it reached the head I could feel the blood rushing away from the brain that gave me self-control and rushing to head that would could force my toes to curl and my entire body to spasm in agony and Ecstasy. As my hands got closer and closer to touching the only drenched piece of fabric that separated her body from the air my heart beat faster and faster.
As I undid my pants and began to stroke my firm member, I kept a watchful eye on the woman in the blue chair. As she held the wine glass in her right hand, her left began to rub the fabric of the chair arm. Slowly, the woman in the blue chair reached between her legs with one hand as the other hand played with her nipples. A moment later, I saw her reach down with both hands as her head arched back once again and a look of pleasure came across her face. With one hand working herself furiously, the other hand gripped the soft arm of the chair so hard you could no longer see the white tips of her nails as they dug into the fabric.
Let me love you right here on the beach, in the warm sunshine." Trailing kisses down her neck to her throat, shoulder and finally to her bare breast, I part my lips and gently suck the distended, brown nipple into my mouth. I raise my head from her breast and gaze at my gorgeous girl; lying nearly naked under the blue sky and blazing sun; tits bare to the world and glistening with oil and saliva; her naked tummy fluttering and quivering; sweat pouring off her pretty face, eyes tightly shut, her sweet lips murmuring wordlessly; her hands clawing and gripping the blanket beneath her; her hips pumping upward to grind her crotch into my hand; and her spasming pussy gulping at my fingers.
We both came to the conclusion that we really enjoyed spending time together and when I went away to college, I got my own apartment with a very private balcony where I could sunbathe in the nude anytime I wanted and not be caught or seen by anyone. We all came several times that Saturday when I can say for sure that the guys paid no attention to the game being televised, but they certainly paid a lot of pleasurable attention to us, our boobs and our pussies and in turn, we gals paid some very close and enjoyable attention to the guys’ wonderful cocks.
So if I got back to my apartment from Kristina’s after my parents came home from work, and I was wearing long pants and a shirt with a collar, there would be inevitable questions that I would have no reasonable answer for. My cock continued to harden, the cool air feeling crisp and pleasant on the wetness the cloth had left behind, and she looked at my erection thoughtfully. On the one hand she told me that she would have a hard time getting through the next day, but she also wanted to not see me on the following morning when we had an available chance.
Just my hands stroking the length of my average but, I will admit, very hard cock, as I capture each move on the computer screen. But I want to take that drop of pre-cum on my finger tip and bring it to my lips and tongue, and taste it for my online friend. I figure it is worth the risk, and I touch my cock’s tip with my left index finger, scooping up the clear drop of liquid, and then I bend down so my mouth is in view of the camera, and I savor my own cum for my new friend. I fist my hard cock, pointing the head right at the camera, and feeling the beginnings of the spasms that I know will lead to my climax shortly.
Janice explained that they had someone come over and check on the house regularly, as well as gardeners and a pool maintenance company who looked after the yard. Knowing that I would need to see what I had started through to a climax, I thought it would be better to go to my room, just in case Janice came home. Sitting out on the deck having coffee, I was texting with my husband Jimmy, Rick was reading the newspaper and Janice was on her tablet. There, on my phone, was a picture from that afternoon of me, totally naked and legs spread wide on the bed using the vibrator! “Oh that’s right," she continued, "you guys saw each other last year back home at that party at our house."
I told my friends I was tired of swimming and I wanted to walk for a bit. I stood there, heart beating in my chest, cock throbbingly pushing my shorts forward, with my hands on my hips and my torso completely bare, looking out at the ocean. I grabbed hold of cock, cold on the outside from swimming but boiling on the inside with freshly pumping blood. I grunted as if no one was around for miles and almost beat my chest with my free hand as the other milked the eight hot, powerful spurts of semen into the air, flying right over my board shorts. I walked back to my friends but made a quick pit stop in the water to wash off any remains.
In a vain attempt to focus, she turns back to her work yet she can feel her eyes being drawn back to the flashing cursor in a mere matter of seconds, her own longing for more consuming her thoughts as she eagerly awaits a response. Her eyes re-read the latest messages, feeling herself drawn into the fantasy that forms upon her screen and plays out in her mind. She has work to make up but blissfully content she types a last message back telling him how she'll feel him in her saturated panties for the rest of the day. That and a promise of wickedly delicious payback when he is next stuck in the office, a playful smile crossing her lips before she signs off with a kiss.
Then Marla would trace little circles on her small thighs as she made her way into her moist area, rubbing her engorged clit until she came in waves. Sharon moaned deeply as she dragged her fingertips along her inner thigh, thinking of all the dirty things Marla could do to her. Sharon dipped her right fingers in her sweet little honey pot and rubbed the juices over her swollen clit. She stopped squeezing her small breasts with her left hand and furiously rubbed her clit as she stimulated her g-spot. Sharon returned to rubbing her clit with that moist hand and then slowly guided two of her fingers back into her pussy with her thumb against her clit.
She flicks on the bedside lamp and plonks back onto the bed, smoothing her supple body against the satin sheets, curling a cushion towards herself, cat-like. After a minute of squirming she replaces the material between her legs with a finger. Sighs, running a finger about her intimate curls. Her body's response is a silent plea. She squirms, fondling a handful of softness, licks her finger and runs it across a rosy peak. In a moment, his arms are either side of her splayed form. Body heat reaches out to cover her, even before their skin can touch. She feels him radiating warmth. In a sweet moment of recognition she feels the weight of his cock, pressing at her smooth, wet labia. A doorway to bliss.
I'm already rubbing my cock by the time the gusset is exposed. There's a feeling deep in my groin, almost like I've been kicked in the balls, although somehow pleasant nonetheless, and I can feel my pulse pounding in my temples. I study the stains. Usually there are drops of pee at the front, the first course, the appetiser, and I pull this to my nose inhaling deeply. Sometimes there are skid-marks, and I must confess that these I ignore, as they do nothing for me, but heaven knows I'm not one to criticise; whatever floats your boat, and maybe one day I'll progress to an appreciation of the brown arts. The goldmine however, is the little strip between the two.
When the cool water reaches my hot mound, it is like electricity, a shock wave runs through my body. I continue to eat as if nothing is happening when I feel his hand start to glide very slowly almost like he is testing me. Ken gets up and I slide in close to Andy and put my hand on his for a second to let him know I am okay. I feel Peggy’s hand move my short skirt up so her hand can reach my hot wet mound where she finds my swollen lips and clit. As our bodies come down from such an erotic high I feel Ken holding me but I am still staring at Andy as he is holding Peggy.