Erotic Mastrubation stories
A large collection of sex stories about mastrubation and toys.
Lying down on the lounger, I thought I might as well enjoy the cooler air and let my body dry off. Hearing myself groan out loud, I lifted my hand from my breasts and covered my mouth. Raising my right leg over the arm of the lounger gave more room for my fingers to maneuver. I briefly thought what I would look like if Carla, Jack or anybody else saw me like this. “I do some odd things in the middle of the night.” I tried to avoid looking at Jack, because I could sense he was grinning. “Yes, here’s to an even better night tonight than last night,” Jack toasted with his coffee cup, looking right at me.
Then, with a feather light touch, I traced over my hard, pink nipples, sighing as I felt a slight twinge of pleasure. I would imagine myself moaning, and sighing as he plucked my hard nipples and jiggled my b-cup breasts. Before getting in, I felt the water with my hand, making sure that it would not scorch my skin. Oh god, how I wished his hands were there now, feeling my breasts and my body, running further down, lightly rubbing my stomach. My finger worked hard on that round bean, tapping faster as my body felt hotter. It was all so intoxicating: the hot water, my fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy, my moans and groans…my goodness, it was so much!
As Tyler's fingertips continued massaging her breasts, Debbie reminded herself that taking a lonely patient out for a stroll is one thing; making-out with him in the middle of Central Park is something else. To give him an excuse for saying yes, Debbie said she needed to come into town anyway, and that shopping and visiting the Central Park zoo were two of her favorite things. And as she sat astride Tyler's body, enjoying the feel of his fingers stroking her flesh, she was even glad they were making out. After making sure the blanket covered her hand, Debbie rested her head on Tyler's chest and began rubbing against the big bulge in his jeans.
The poor girl was getting excited as she reached down with her free hand and took hold of the bottom of her skirt then, groaning softly, she lifted it right up, making me gasp whenI saw that she was wearing white knickers, tight little plain white cotton knickers that made her look like a little girl. Opening her eyes wide, Lori moaned, "It's big, Adam, your prick is so big and hard - is seeing me with my hand inside my little white cotton knickers doing that to you?" My lovely little Lori lay there on her bed, her hand buried deep inside the front of her white cotton knickers as she unashamedly masturbated herself for me till, after a few minutes, she whispered, "Watch me, watch me masturbating, Adam, I'm going to cum ....
It was easy to imagine the soft groan that would escape Kim’s lips as she bent closer to Jaimie’s mouth; easy to feel the shudder that would slip through her muscles as Jaimie slid her slick tongue over the edges of her ear, leaving a trail of hot breath and icy longing in her wake. In her mind Jaimie watched Kim turn her head, leaning down to reach Jaimie’s mouth; the soft heat of Kim’s tongue tickling over Jaimie’s bottom lip. Jaimie groaned as she imagined Kim’s tongue flicking over the tight nub, the heat of her mouth seeming to scald her before Kim parted her lips and sucked cold air over the screaming nerves.
Looking at Annie's legs always made Michelle happy, because they reminded her of that one day after school, five years ago, when they were both 16, that had changed her life forever. "I bet you never knew a pussy could look like that." Annie said with a smile. In the bathroom, Annie was going through Michelle's shower, and she came out with a razor and a can of shaving cream. Annie teased the razor around the clit, but with an expert's nimble hands she slashed away every last hair without leaving a mark on Michelle's beautiful pussy. Just trust me." And, obeying Annie's silent command, Michelle too began to rub her soft, exposed pussy.
Without thinking, Jacie lifted her foot, Laura sliding the stocking on, pulling it slowly up her leg, making sure it remained straight as she slid it up onto Jacie’s thigh. As Jacie slid her hands into the straps to pull onto her shoulders, Laura reached round cupping her breasts underneath and lifting them before adjusting the straps to enhance her cleavage. “It’s just us girls baby, keeping secrets is what we do” Sliding one hand over her breasts and the other down over her tummy to her pussy, Laura let out a quiet throaty moan as she closed her eyes. Laura seemed in a world of her own, squeezing each breast with one hand, gently pinching her nipples, whilst sliding her fingers over her wet pussy lips and round her clit.
We hadn't taken a trip where we stayed in a hotel since I was probably around eight or nine and back then we’d all usually get one room with two queen-sized beds, but since we were now much older, our parents decided we needed separate rooms; one for David, one for me, and one for them. I said, “You take it from here,” and he had me lie back on the bed and he reached down to put one finger on my clit, rubbing it lightly using the same small circular motions before sliding one, then two fingers back inside my pussy pushing in then pulling out slowly before slowly building up speed.
I walked over, and as I started to get closer I could see his eyes gliding over my body. He couldn't have known I was his new au pair with the way he was looking at me, licking his lips as he took all of me in. Poking my head around the door, trying to cover my naked body, I called out for a towel. We were sitting so close I could hear he was breathing in deep, trying to keep calm but he couldn't control his eyes from wandering over my body, stopping to stare at my breasts. I waited a little while for it to go quiet outside my bedroom before I started to squeeze my nipples, making them even harder.
In which case, I realised, it probably wasn’t Sir Richard who had visited my room previously and left my cum filled knickers on the bed! I spent most of the rest of that day in my room, trying to comes to terms with the situation I now found myself in, which had left me feeling worried, confused and, I have to admit, rather frightened. Making sure I wasn’t seen, I made my way to the door at the opposite end of the house from the kitchen, along the corridor which spanned the whole of the ground floor of the building. I stood, tense, behind the door to my en suite, hoping that whoever it was in my room wouldn’t think to look in.
“get ice, fill a bucket, bring it back to the room.” Smiling wide, she reached into the mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. If Chloe was honest, it had brought her better awareness of her womanhood, of where and how to touch herself, of how to have more control over her self-induced orgasms, and the nuances in his voice and silent pauses had become easier to read. “Has your day been wonderful?” Chloe heard the smile in his voice. The unexplainable immense desire to please him, to gain that acceptance, had Chloe questioning things she did throughout the day, wondering if he would approve. Reaching up, Chloe slid two fingers into her mouth. She reached into the glass and curled her fingers around a couple pieces of ice.
On that particular morning she was feeling especially horny - a combination of not having had the opportunity to fuck before needing to leave for work and the journey taking longer than expected giving her plenty of time to study the guys (and their packets) around her on the national rail train. Faster and faster he rubbed her clit and she could feel her orgasm rising, with his free hand he reached round and helped himself to her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples. He had released her now and as the doors opened and people pushed out she looked round but he wasn’t there.
I sat on the steps drinking a bottle of cold water when I saw the running girl with the hot pink shorts cresting the hill and she slowed to a walk. I run everyday so I am sure we will see each other every now and then." We said good-bye and I watched her ass cheeks reverberate in those hot pink jogging shorts that fondled her firm cheeks. I leaned close and softly kissed her neck; I felt her body tense when my lips caressed her skin. Then I summoned the courage to push the boundaries and I placed the palm of my hand on her firm breast and could feel her hard erect nipple through the thin material of her blouse.
She moved onto her back and I took pictures of her body while she pulled on her nipples and spread her legs, inserted her fingers into her pussy, then the vibrator, and then the handle of the hairbrush. We used the KY lube to make it look like her juices were dripping from her pussy, and took close-ups of “her juices” running down the length of her slit and dripping in long strands onto the bed. Her back arched; her body twisted and contorted with pleasure; her eyes were shut; her mouth open; and, her body twitched and jerked as she continued to drive the brush handle into her wet hole. “I couldn’t stop cumming,” she kept on saying, trying to catch her breath.
Sally became interested in having a squirting orgasm, so we both read up on the subject, then visited an adult shop together to buy a suitable toy. It was difficult to concentrate on my game for the first few holes of a round on Saturdays when Sally worked. Sally had spread a big bath towel on the bed, saying she wanted one of my special massages. I just loved oiling her body, then massaging her slowly, starting at her neck and shoulders, working my way down her back to her hips, enjoying her soft moans of pleasure as she relaxed under my touch. The toy ejected from Sally's vagina as she slumped into the bed, shaking and sweaty.
Strip Jon naked, as Samantha frequently dreams about, you will see a toned muscular framework that is the product of frequent runs and long distance bike trips. After a struggle for Jon to grow up and Samantha to calm down, they had finally reconciled to the point where they could laugh and go into hysterics over the slightest thing. Every time he did such a thing, Samantha knew that Jon was thinking quite the opposite. Her other hand slipped into her pajama bottoms and slowly massaged her thigh as she looked at a picture of a man slipping into a woman.
I heard her sigh, then say, “Open up, sweetie.” I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue in anticipation of her laying her wet pussy on my mouth; but instead felt and tasted some disappointment as she slid the vibrator, slick with her cum, into my mouth. You should feel how slick it feels, how hard, how hot.” She continued her slow pumping, describing to me in detail how good it felt to have my dick sliding in and out of her hand, how the pre-cum was dribbling out in increasing amounts, how my glans appeared to be flaring for her. I still couldn’t see, but over the sound of my blood rushing in my ears, I could hear that Marissa had again turned on the vibrator, giving herself another quick, juicy orgasm in record time.
I started to undress and throw my college clothes into the hamper with the rest of the dirty laundry (leaving me in only a white bra and pink satin thong), when I noticed my favorite purple satin bikini string panties were on the top. As I opened the hamper to put my dirty clothes in, and low and behold, my pink satin thong panties, the ones I’d cum in so explosively three nights before, sat on the top. I looked through the crack in the door, and there stood Ray with my panties pushed against his head, and his meaty cock in his hand, rubbing it like crazy.
“Now that you’re nineteen, Cara,“ he said, “I would expect you to wear pants in the store, or at least skirts and dresses that come to your knees. The female head librarian was not too keen on Tara’s short skirt the day she was interviewed, but Tara assured her she would dress more demurely at work. “Well something weird happened to me as well today in the store,” Cara said. “Yeah, and naturally he got a good look down your skirt, right?” Tara teased. “Oh, no,” said Tara with a worried tone, “He didn’t hurt you did he?” “So what finally happened, Cara?” Tara asked, still worried about her sister.
I let my hands wander, stroking down my body, feeling the curves of my full breasts and gently pinching my nipples. I slipped my hand inside my underwear, feeling the growing wetness of my soft, smooth pussy. I reached down and slid a finger inside myself, just enough to spread my juices over my now swollen clit. I could feel the familiar tingling sensation building up already as I gently traced my fingers around my pussy. My left hand held the vibrator on my clit, my right hand reached down and I slid two fingers inside, slowly moving them in and out.
Fortunately, the roomie was cool, and one night out of nowhere she just pipes up with, "As long as you two are gonna fuck with me in the room, I'm gonna finger myself." That was fine by me, and Chrissy just giggled, so I assumed they had discussed it before hand. Dad was one of these "early to bed, early to rise" types though, so he called it a night pretty early, and Chrissy, her mom and I settled down in the family room to watch a little television. Her right hand is still working my cock, and when the first spurt comes, she covers the head with her hand (musn't soil Mommy's blanket!) and keeps rubbing it back down my shaft as I shoot hot jizz.
There had been one day when her mother had left to run errands, and by the time that Molly had been able to find the courage to go into her sisters room, and found the box of toys underneath the bed behind the extra blankets her mother had already returned home. On the screen, the gorgeous curvy woman was on her hands and knees, facing away from the camera, reaching between her legs and using a dildo on her pussy, so Molly reached beside her into the box with her right hand, and pulled out the toy Vanessa had called a rabbit.
It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m at the front of the class, all I can think about is what it would be like to kiss your lips. You know those moments when you look at me, and I’m sliding my pen in and out of my hot, little mouth? I was picturing your head there, your mouth and tongue fucking me until I came all over your handsome face, and glisten your chin with my squirts of pussy juice. I want you to come hard into my tight pussy, Professor. I’m sorry that I haven’t finished my essay but I’ve been busy, naked in front of my bedroom mirror, fingering and rubbing myself until I come, thinking of you and all the things we could do.
"Hard not to when you're standing there like that in front of me babe." He started walking towards me and start kissing me, rubbing my pussy at the same time. He start inserting his index finger into the pussy, nice and gently, while playing with my clit with his thumb. I managed to moan out, "Fuck me now" to him, and he pushed me back on the bed and start rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit, teasing me. He lifted me up off him and lay me down on the bed and started licking it all away while playing with my clit again. We didn't hear his mother come home over my moans and now she was standing in the doorway looking right at him licking me out.