Masturbation

HiLP wanted FEMALE RAND to put the mandipation on an RESORT DUDE RANCH. Candidates must have small, soft, delicate hands with manicured fingernails in red. Well paid. Room and board included. Beefits.

Tammy needed a summer job. The ad in the paper looked like her alley. She wondered why they stimulated the hands. A little weird, she thought. Tammy’s a 16-year-old high school junior. She’s an attractive young lady, short 5'7, 110lbs, dark hair and innocent. Her mother and sister did most of the homework, cleaning and doing the dishes. Tammy’s hands fit in the demands, except one thing. She wasn’t wearing nail polish.

Ivory looks at herself in a bathroom mirror when her bathtub fills with hot soap water. She slips away the purple and black robe she wears and takes a moment to admire her herself. She smiles and licks her lips, not bad for a 45-year-old… She says to herself that she puts her hands on her big round boobs and gives her a squeeze. “I’m still one of the hottest women ever to violate a wrestling ring… And a better wrestler than most…” Ivory turns to the bathtub and shoves her hands against the side and back of her neck, but… I need to relax…

For a long time, I’ve had fantasies to be tampered with by my wife. The whole idea of her sexual pleasure from someone else’s dick drove me crazy. I played with the idea to convince her to take new loved ones so she’d experience the joy that she had a bigger and better dick in her. But I believed that this would be a pointless attempt because she wasn’t the type of woman who would accept this. She needed the gentle loving relationship we’d developed over the past few years and probably wouldn’t be able to relax and feel comfortable enough to enjoy the experience. I was also afraid that if she was playing with someone else that he or they would interfere with our daily lives. I didn’t want this. But at the same time the fantasy that she shares her body with others raging in me. I wanted her to have sexual encounters and pleasures that I couldn’t offer and replaced as her sexual partner.

I think my sex life started one day during the summer of my 13th year when I did my job. I was in my brother’s room to get rid of his clean clothes, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his underwear drawer. Out of curiosity about what could be so great about such things, I threw them in my room. I locked my door and sat on my bed and started looking through the magazines. There was picture after picture of naked or semi-nude girls in erotic poses, and stories of readers about their different sexual exploits. After reading and looking for a while, I started to think that if sex was as exciting and mysterious as these magazines broke up with me, maybe for the first time I started getting horny. I started to wonder how my body compared to the bodies of the girls in the pictures, so I took my clothes off and kneeled for my full length mirror with the magazines spreading for me. I looked good. My hair was shoulder height and red, my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My five-foot form was smooth and firm with youth. In summer, I became a rich brown brown brown brown side of milky white triangles over my slick ass, soft blond pussy, and peach with peaches.

Joanna twisted her way past the dark streets when she ran home, beat her heart and lungs burned from the exorcism. The rubber soles of her gyms hit the shiny sidewalk, wet and damp of a sudden damp. There were a few more drops. The young girl was grateful for the raindrops that had mutilated her hair and shirt. With any luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rainfall.

Tim was on his back door. Naked, he was in one of the plastic lounge chairs. With his wife on a shopping trip and the kids at school, he felt comfortable enough to sneak back for a little bit of fun.

He was recently working on some solo water sports using his pee as lube for a kinky masturbation session. When he fantasized, he remembered the early days of marriage when his wife Dee was open to new adventures. Unfortunately, 15 years had passed, and if it were children, time, or that middle abdomen that developed on both, she had become less and less adventurous.

In the last ten years, I’ve come a long way from a sweet, innocent, extremely naive 18-year-old from the Bible to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cocksucker and pipes to be found. I left home when I was 18 to go to college in Southern California. My parents were very strict, my dad is a Doopsier, and my mom teaches summer school and runs the church choir. They only agreed. I went to school if I stayed with my Aunt Sally, who lived in a few blocks of college. Sally was only ten years older than me, but had a master in library science with a minor in economy. Mom and dad approved her and felt that even though she was only 28, she would be a suitable guardian for their lovely virgin daughter. How little we knew.