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Late night fun

kensai_D on Masturbation Stories

The story begins with me talking to my first boyfriend. We had just discussed on teenchat about when and where we were going to meet up and I couldn't wait. (I'm bi by the way) Meanwhile, I had my friend Kimberly sending me explicit photos and videos of herself and her friends. Needless to say, I was horny as hell. So when my boyfriend messaged me asking me to suck his dick on Saturday, I didn't think twice before accepting. Saturday is two days away, so this will be a different story. Essentially though, this just explained why I was horny when I went to bed. Now for the real story...

Okay, well my name is Raymond and I am 17 and live in Australia. I am not the best looking person, slightly chubby but otherwise "cute&

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quot; apparently. Anyway, I have medium length dark brown hair and hazel eyes. My nan had just called for me to go to bed as she was tired, ergo I went to the toilet and relieved myself, using toilet paper to dry my uncircumised penis in preparation for the night to come. I was going to have alot of fun exploring myself tonight, I knew it well.

I came back inside from the outhouse and wished my nan goodnight, closed my door and stripped naked. Leaving my black boxers and t-shirt laying by my bedside. I waited patiently for a few minutes until I heard the lights turned off. Everyone was asleep now, however I decided to wait a little longer before beginning my gallavanting as my uncle (who had went to bed an hour earlier) had just straggled to the fridge, so I decided to sleep for a while.

I woke again at 12:06 AM, okay, time to begin. My dick was rock hard, a good solid 6.2 inches. Not the greatest size, but big enough for me. I went to the fridge and got a small Cabury easter egg out of the fridge alongside a Freddo Frog (I had plans for them) and then I let myself outside. Pure darkness, perfect for raising my levels of self-eroticism.

I went into the toilet and turned on the light just so I could see what I was doing for a while. Now I have a fetish for my own urine, if that turns you off then stop reading now. If not, then continue. Anyway, I unwrapped the easter egg and clenched it in my hand momentarily before sitting it on the head of my uncircumsised dick as I pulled the foreskin over the top, encompassing the egg within my penis. Within seconds, I peed hard and i held the foreskin tightly closed, letting the egg completely be engulfed by my urine. I let go of the foreskin and the egg landed on my hand, I immediately put it in my mouth and chewed. It tasted even better than before.

I had gained a strong passion for urine over the years, and tonight I was going to make sure I got more than my fair share. I turned the light of the toilet off and ventured back outside. The coldness of the night air caused my penis to stand even more erect than it was before. I stepped over the cold concreted and proceeded to my verandah. I sat on the stone steps out the front, right in front of the road and slowly jerked my penis resulting in precum salivating from its head. I rubbed my forefinger over the tip and sucked softly. I loved the salty taste.

I moved back to the grass at the side of the house and placed the Freddo Frog on the grass there. After a bit of effort, I succeeded in urinating all over the Freddo Frog and quickly chewed it. I went back into the toilet, where I knew it was more comfortable. I stood above the toilet bowl and cupped my hands in front of my cock and peed directly in them. I rubbed my hands all over my face, slowly done over my chest and over my cock.

Having relieved myself, I retired to the cold ground below. Using my urine-soaked fingers, I slid my forefinger and middle finger of my left hand in my arse. After finger fucking my arse for several moments I started to groan heavily, I had to cum and now. I gripped my cock firmly in my right hand and started to jerk hastily. Bouncing on the ground plunged my fingers deeper in my arse, I started screaming. After several minutes of this, cum spurted from my cock and I grabbed as much as I could on my hand and licked it thoroughly clean. Some of it landed on the toilet bowl, I licked it clean aswell.

I returned to my room still smelling of my recent adventure, but tonight wasn't over, not yet.

Well this is my first post. Tell me what you think of it. It is a true story, and on Saturday I will suck my first ever cock. If yo would like me to document the day, then please tell me and I will do so.

Noises of my Horny Parents

steve666 on Masturbation Stories

Every night I’d try falling to sleep, only to get woken up by the moaning and groaning of my parents having sex. It quite honestly disgusted me, and listening to my parents fuck was the least sexiest thing ever. That was until I caught them.

We where about to go out and visit some friends, and we where all changing and getting ready. My mum entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her, a few minutes after this I remembered I had to brush my teeth and I walked into the bathroom - and I stood there shocked! My dad was lying in the tub, and my mum was riding him, to start with they didn’t even realise I was there, and then I screamed and stormed out.

After some talking, and when my parents had finally left my room, I looked down and noticed

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something. I had a boner. Could this of really turned me on? I thought to myself. I thought about it, and I watched my parents carefully that night, and I thought I must be bi-sexual, I found my dad & mum both extremely sexy. I imagined my mum lying on her front, and my dad pumping her hard up the ass, I imagined my mum riding my dad in the tub - wow - I must like it.

That night the usual noises occurred, the moans, and groans, but this time was different, the where talking dirty to each other too. I slowly got up, trying not to make a noise and pulled my PJ’s down. There he stood, my tall little friend. I grasped my cock and began to gently massage it.

“Oh, that’s it Daddy, right there” My mum panted.

“Oh, Yeah, Kelly, wrap your legs around me” Dad replied.

“Fuck, oh, yeah, fuck!!!” My mum moaned as she climaxed.

I spunked all over my pillow, and pulled my Pjs up, turned the pillow over and fell asleep.

Even to this day I still get turned on by the noises my parents make when they are having rough sex, and they think I don’t know when or where they do it - but I do. They do it all the time, in the shower, in the garden, in the car. They simply can’t get enough, and every time I wish I could take either of their roles. Maybe someday I will.

Colleague Fantasy (Part I)

camvyr on Masturbation Stories

As I walked past her , I accidentally brushed my arm against hers. Gee .. that felt good. Her skin was smooth. I have been dreaming for some time now of how it good it would feel to touch her. "Oops .. Sorry !" My thoughts were broken by the apology from Kelly. "oh .. uhm .. my fault" , I admitted. She grinned and proceeded her way down the hall on the opposite direction and went back into the cubicle. Normally , I would have stolen a glance or two at Kelly from the back , but not today. There are too many people around.

Ever since I joined the company 2 months ago, Kelly had been the only lady who keeps catching my attention. Tall , slim and well dressed with charisma. Interacting with her feels like she is a person who is always in control of herself. I had

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been fantasizing about her regularly ever since I was introduced to Kelly. Even better , I was excited when I was told that we will be working in the same team. That's just great. More opportunities catch glimpses of her. During board meetings , whenever I had the chance I would often place my eyes gazed below the table as if in some deep thought. But in fact , I was enjoying looking at her long slim legs. Those fair creamy legs that reaches out from her kneelength skirt. Flawless. How I wished that some day she would wear a mini skirt just so that I can caress her tighs with my eyes , but the opportunity have not arise yet. I am happy with what I can have for now. I took every opportunity that I could to have to glance at her beautiful legs.

"Tim ! Let's meet at Kelly's desk for a short discussion !". Hmm .. that's great. I made my way down the hall to her cubicle. It was a short discussion and Pete left in a hurry , leaving Kelly and myself. I wanted to linger on longer just to catch more glimpses of her , but I had no excuse to stay. As I stood up from the chair and proceeded to leave , Kelly called me. "Need some help here , Tim .." she said , pointing her fingers on the computer monitor. I could not help but admire her smooth hand. I quickly traced it to her shoulder. She is wearing a short sleeve blouse today. "Sure .. what's up ?" I asked. I stood behind her and leaned forward to look the monitor. Her beautiful big eyes were locked onto the screen and she proceeded to explain. I could not help but run my eyes up and down her crossed leg. This is the closest view I have gotten to her legs. Hairless and smooth. My heart started to beat faster. If I could just touch it .. I felt an erection in my pants. Looking down from where I am , I could see down her blouse into her partly exposed right breast. Fair and well rounded. I never dreamt she would have such perfect breast. Her floral bra cup was a bit loose and I could see her pink nipple. Gosh ! How I wish I could fondle them now ! My penis is throbbing with excitement and there is already a bulge in my pants. Kelly suddenly made a turn to the side to reach for a file and her shoulder brushed my crotch. She don't seem to know it what she hit, but that short stroke felt good .. I realized that I could easily cum anytime .. Shit .. I better cut my enjoyment short. I quickly made an excuse and tore myself back to my cubicle.

For the whole of the morning I could not concentrate on my work. I fantasized of her slim fingers carassing my cock and her lips sucking it. I wondered how her pussy would look like. And I am quite sure she has a nice ass. Ooh .. and I would love to masturbate to her breasts and spreaded legs.

(To be continued)

Mr. Mystery

AimeeBear on Masturbation Stories


I hate being alone. Boy, do I hate it. I mean, who doesn't? Even us women have to get some every once in a while. When I get to the point when my fingers cant please me anymore, I like to call those phone chat lines. I bet you've seen the commercials before, with the beautiful yet fake girl laying in bed, looking into the camera with romantic eyes to seduce you, telling you how "lonely" she is and how she wants you to call the line to talk to her and other hot, sexy singles. Since I am not the most attractive woman in the world, I figured it would be safe to meet some painfully desperate men who might not even care. But one day, I really got lucky. I met the perfect man. Till this day I call him "Mr. Mystery". He sent me a message, and I listened cl
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osely to his deep, kinda sexy voice talking through the receiver of my phone. He asked me what I was looking for. I sent a message back, telling him I was hoping to find a nice man to have a nice conversation with, and asked him what he was looking for as well. I waited for a response. And waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, he had responded, asking me if we could connect and actually talk. The way he asked just made me shiver in excitedness. So, I invited him to directly connect with me. The phone line went dead for a few seconds. "Hello?" I said, wondering, and a little scared, that I got disconnected. "Hey there", he responds, and I feel a rush of exstacy pour through my body. I giggled back a hello. "You know what I want?", he asks me, and really, I had no idea, so I reply "No", with another nervous giggle. He laughs, and says, "Your mouth around my throbbing cock". I let out a tiny gasp, not expecting him to say what he just did, as I feel the blood rush to my face and my nipples harden. "You like that, I can tell", and I can hear the big smile on his face as he said that. All I could let out was a "Mmhmm". He laughed, "Well, you can have your head bobbing up and down, and I can get underneath you and press my face into your sweet little flower". I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling my clit swell up. I listen to him start to breathe heavy and say, "I'd shove my tongue deep inside you, running my teeth across your clit sodtly, swallowing every little drop that comes outta you". I slowly unbutton my jeans and slip them off, along with my underwear and spread my legs open wide, petting my huge clit softly, feeling it start to throb. "Then, as I'm about to unload in your mouth, I pull your head off of my cock and kiss you softly, letting you taste your juices in my mouth". I lick my lips, imagining what his mouth, full of the taste of my pussy, would taste like. "Then, I'd stand you up, sit you on my kitchen counter, and shove my cock inside of you, pushing into you hard". My god. I shoved my fingers into my wet hole, letting out a huge moan. "Mmm, you like that, don't you, sexy? You love the feel of my hard cock pounding deep inside of you". I moaned a loud "Ohh, yes", three of my fingers shoving deep inside of me, my knuckles running over my g-spot. I listen to him moaning faster and faster, and he asks me in a deep voice, "Where do you want my cum baby?". Breathlessly, my fingers pumping inside me as I'm about ready to burst, I whisper that I want his cum in my mouth. I hear him grunt and groan as he tells me he is cumming. Then I hear him let out a strong moan, and as I hear him moan, I realize I can't hold on much longer. My pussy erupts, throbbing hard, dripping all over. As I catch my breath, recovering from the greatest feeling I have ever felt in my life, I whisper, "Thank you". He laughs and gives me a breathless "You're welcome". When I finally caught my breath, I went to ask him his name, when the lady's recorded voice tells me that he had disconnected. I let out a sigh and felt my face turn into a frown. So I hung up the phone, and tried to fgure out whether what just happened was real or not. I've tried looking for him many times, but I never found him. So, I guess he will be forever known as Mr. Mystery.

My Time Alone

justjim on Masturbation Stories

That particular night I planned to just sit back and relax. I had a
bottle
of wine and it was warm enough I could have left all my clothes off
if I
wished. I ended up in an old t-shirt. I might as well have been naked
though,
because when I sat down in my easy chair and lay one leg over the
arm, my
shirt pulled up almost to my waist, exposing everything it should
have covered.
Little did I expect that by the end of the night the shirt would not
be all
I would take off.

My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we share with
each other
those things of our own we think the other needs or would enjoy.
Sometimes
it's eerie the way we know what is on the other's mind. He must have
known I
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was going to be alone that night because he had dropped off a VHS
tape with a
note to call him in the morning to let him know my reaction.

I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke. The first time
he brought
one over, I couldn't believe my eyes. By the time we finished
watching the
movie my mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, but my pussy was so
wet I'm
sure my dress was damp where it had fallen between my legs. I'm also
sure Luke
knew what I had on my mind. He brought over others for me after that
and I
always looked forward to each new movie. I loved to watch the guys
fucking
and licking the girls in the films and I especially liked to pretend
it was on
my stomach or on my tits their semen spilled. I dreamed of rubbing it
into my
skin, my pubic hair, my pussy lips and then sucking my fingers until
their
wetness was licked away. But I hadn't watched one in months. So I
especially
looked forward to an evening of fantasy as I took Luke's movie out of
it's
container and slipped it into the recorder.

The film I put in the player that night, however, was not what I
anticipated.
This one did not have guys. It was only about girls.

It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim light. Or it
might have
just been my mood. In any case, as I watched the movie, I gradually
realized my
breathing had become shallow and I could almost feel my heart beat
beneath my
breast. As the women touched each other and kissed each other and
rubbed their
breasts against each other, I became aware of a part of myself only
hinted at
before. I found myself wishing I was with them. That it was my skin
being
stroked; my lips being kissed. My face became hot and flushed. I
looked over my
shoulder as though to see if anyone was there, watching, reading my
thoughts.
My shirt became moist with perspiration and as its cloth touched my
nipples
they became so sensitive I found my hand moving beneath the cloth,
cupping the
soft underside of my breast, my fingers gently squeezing each to make
sure the
feeling I was experiencing was really coming from me.

Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower, began bathing
each
other and as they rubbed the soap on the others bodies I became aware
of my
other hand slipping between my own legs, pressing hard against myself,
trying to hold in the response that was beginning to rise within my
body. After
soaping thoroughly they began to shave each others pubic hair. When
they
finished, they moved to the bedroom to continue their embraces. As I
watched
their lovemaking and gazed upon their newly shaved pink pussies, I
experienced
my first orgasm. I found my hand drenched with my own wetness. My
breasts ached
as I pressed harder against them with my hand and arm. And when I
finished I
knew what I wanted, at that moment, more than anything else; and I
knew the
evening would not be completed until I had been satisfied.

I rewound the tape to the beginning of the shower scene, turned the
TV and
recorder off and moved to my own bathroom. I lit some candles, saved
in the
bathroom for special nights, turned off all the other lights and
filled the
tub with water, scenting it with a soothing bath oil Luke had given
me. The
t-shirt came off as I slipped into the warm water and felt its gentle
caress.
As I lay in the water remembering the scenes of the shower and
recalling the
vision of the newly bared mons and lips, my body took on a new
sensitivity.
Each nerve seemed more alive than ever. The soap became a lover as it
used my
own hand to stroke my body. Soon my attention was turned to my own
pubic hair.
I have never had very much and what is there is sparse and soft.
Because of
the blond color, it seems almost invisible. But that would not be
enough. I
knew every hair must be removed. The soap was applied and as the
razor glided
across my skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness
within the
delicate tissue. Sensuality was joined by a veiled perception of
fear. Starting
at the top and then moving down and back, I paid special attention to
the small
fine hairs around my clitoris and between the lips. The area below
the vagina
and around my ass was also shaved. When finished, I lay back in the
water, my
eyes closed, and ran my fingers across the now smoothed pussy
confirming that
indeed all its hair was gone.

I'm not sure how long I remained there, but finally I moved to the
bedroom and
toweled myself dry. A softly perfumed lotion was obtained from the
dresser and
I returned to the TV room, this time without the t-shirt. A record of
gentle
music was selected and placed on the player. The TV and video were
started but
without sound as I realized the only words I wanted to hear would be
my own
thoughts. As the scenes repeated, I applied the lotion. First across
my chest
and then cupping each breast with one hand, I began to stroke the
upper
sensitive skin with the other, moving closer with each caress to the
areola and
nipple. As my finger applied just a drop of the lotion to the
surrounding pink
areas, my nipples and the small papilla around them began to project
out. But
they were not hard. Instead they had taken on a softness and
sensitivity I had
not experienced before. I had to stop. As the women on the screen
made love to
each other I realized the only way I could join them would be within
my mind
and the TV images had become a barrier instead of a door to
fulfilling my
fantasy.

I turned everything off and returned to the bedroom. Laying on the
bed, in the
darkness, I became aware of my body in a new way; almost as though it
had an
existence of its own. My hand returned to my breasts and I found them
even more
sensitive than before. I grasped the nipples between my fingers,
gently pulling
and twisting. A breath of warm air blew across my naked body. A soft
ache
entered my pelvis. My hand move down my abdomen. Slowly the tips of
my fingers
began to brush across the newly shaved mons. A moan escaped from me.
It was
like a voice from another area of my mind, an echo from another
existence. I
continued down to my labia, along the sides and then between. But now
I didn't
need a lotion. The juice from my pussy was flooding and as I caressed
my newly
smoothed softness I found there was nothing to compare with my own
silky cream.
My fingers found their way to my mouth allowing my tongue to taste
and lick the
passion from their tips. As they returned to my pussy, I felt a
strange and
freighting feeling begin to rise within my body. The palm of my hand
pressed
against my clitoris as my fingers slipped between my lips and into
the depths
of my vagina. I began to massage the soft ridges within me. My legs
came back
as the other hand sought my now swollen lips and clitoris.

My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between slow and
fast became
meaningless as I began to lose control. The feeling within my pelvis
had taken
over. My heart ached from its pounding and I had to gasp for air
because
I forgot to breathe. Two, three, then four of my fingers found their
way into
my pussy as it pleaded for more. Perspiration covered me. A musky
odor mixed
with the smell of perfume and my own body became a stimulant to my
senses as my
mind exploded with sensations. Then, within me, I felt the inner
ridges of my
vagina smoothed out and open as though expecting a gift. At the same
time, the
outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and ecstasy,
trying to
prevent any escape. I heard a scream and realized it was my own.
Juices poured
from me as I began to rub and spread them over my body, my breasts,
my arms, my
face. I put some on my nipples, pushed my breast towards my mouth and
used my
tongue to lick it off. My hands caressed every part of my body. I was
insane
with a rapture of sexuality. My orgasm had taken complete control of
my mind
and body. I was its prisoner, it was my lover and I responded in any
way it
demanded.

I can't tell you how long this went on but slowly the fog of
sensuality was
replaced with an overwhelming need for sleep. As I fell into a deep
sleep, I
thought of Luke and how I was going to explain my response to his
movie. I also
wondered if there was anyone else I could share it with.

resturant menu

Sonic690 on Masturbation Stories


I was 15 and my gurl was 16 and we went to a resturant to get a bite to eat and we were talking about when she would move in with me. Well we we sitting there and she started to kiss my neck and i look at her and she said we should have fun and i said here in the resturant and she said yea and she took my cock out of my pants and started to get it hard by stroking and kissing it. When it was hard she started to stroke it slow and gentle, then she put my hand under her skirt and she said go slow and gentle for now, well some people started to hear me and her start moaning and a waiter came by and said is everything ok and we kept goin and said yea were fine and when he turned around and walked away i bent down and ate her for a few minutes then fingered her harder and f
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aster and she stroked me faster and harder till i reached that point and i said im going to cum and she bent down and stuck my cock in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could and i shot a huge load of cum up into her mouth just as the waiter came over to give us our food. Ever since we do it everywhere we can.

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