Guided Masturbation For Women Novels & Stories

This foreign intrusion stretching me out was making me lose control. "Ahh!" I lost control, throwing my head back, "Ah!" "Shh," he whispers, "Try to relax your body and quit tightening up." I whimpered in response, unable to quit squirming against him. The sting was becoming more unpleasurable. He shoved my wrists in one hand and two fingers in my mouth. My eyes flew open in confusion. "Suck," he commanded, "Get them wet so I can play with your clit." I obeyed. My mouth wrapped around his thick fingers, slathering them in my saliva. When he was content, he removed them from my mouth and gently began to play with my wet slit.

I shouted at her, shoving her toward the other side of the sofa. I sat on the edge with my heart racing from shame. I brought my hand to my dick and began to massage it furiously, hoping it would react. But despite my attempts, my cock seemed to be dead. Meanwhile, the woman lay down beside me, spreading her legs before my eyes, showing me her perfectly groomed pussy and bringing her fingers to her damp, swollen folds. "Look at me, Rusty... look what I have for you," she said, beginning to massage her clitoris. "Don't you want this?"

I pushed three fingers in and my walls opened around them immediately with an ease that would have shocked me by class 101, but now just felt like progress. "Ohh…" Barely a whisper. And my free hand slapped the cubicle wall for balance. Then I started pumping in and out. The wet sounds my pussy made bounced off the toilet walls and the door. Filling the small space completely. My folds dragged along my fingers on every withdrawal. Gripping tight like they hated the exit, before swallowing them whole again on every thrust. My thumb worked my clit between strokes and my thighs were shaking already on the toilet rim. "Stretch yourself first guurrll," Sasha instructed on the screen. "Get those w

Then I slid my middle and index fingers inside her warm wet clit and thrust them in and out severally; she stopped kissing me and moaned a bit louder, and I whispered in her right ear. Hey guys, Did you know that, masturbating women can orgasm easily during intercourse?

Justin growled as he watched her slide her long nimble fingers across her full generous breasts, tweaking her own nipples mischievously, before sliding her right hand down to her pussy. Claire began to masturbate herself, taking care to keeps her legs wide, maintaining eye contact and making lots of satisfied moans and gurgles. Her nipples were nice and hard and her cunt lovely and moist. Gradually she forgot where she was and began to enjoy the warm pleasure caused by her own dexterous fingers.

The woman on screen moaned softly as he teased her with his fingers, drawing out slick sounds that made my thighs press together instinctively. My hand slipped beneath the loose fabric of my clothing, tracing lightly over my stomach before dipping lower. I was already damp, my folds swollen with anticipation. I started slow, just as Elias had taught me—circling my clit with feather-light touches, letting the video’s soft gasps guide my rhythm. My breath hitched as I dipped two fingers inside myself, feeling the tight, wet heat that clenched around them. I pumped them lazily, curling upward to brush that sensitive spot while my thumb continued its gentle assault on my clit.

It took her longer to react to my ministrations, but, then, I had a well-trained body when it came to oral sex and masturbation that she probably didn’t have. I had to force myself to use my hand on her. The act felt so wrong. I closed my eyes and pushed the thought of what I was doing out of my mind while I pretended that I was masturbating in order to do it correctly. I guessed that I was on the mark with my ministrations because she struggled to hold her hips in place and not gyrate out of the shower.

-NO. When I masturbate do I see Jackson? -NO. She assures me I am not lusting for Jackson, stating the flashes are due to the three of us working together in a non-traditional method to create a baby. My mind shows flashes of the three of us in more traditional methods. The doctor assures me many women experience active libidos. She asks me to describe my sexual encounters for the past six months. She states my masturbation is healthier than seeking multiple partners. Women aren’t publicized as having high sexual appetites or frequently masturbating...that doesn’t mean it is not natural. Women are sexual beings just as men are. Multiple partners increase my chances of STD’s, while suppressin

“What? I’ve never... ” I stilled. “You’ve never?” She shook her head, embarrassed. I cursed under my breath. Christ, Ms. Sinclair really sent me a goddamn angel. “Okay, Maddison. Pretend it’s my hand.” Her hand moved slow, sliding up toward her chest. “Not there.” I caught her wrist, guided her down, finding her clit. My voice dipped. “There. Right fucking there.” Her moan tore through me. “Now… work it. The way I did last night. While I watch,"

Her pussy made wet, obscene sounds as she fucked herself on my hand, grinding against my palm. “Look at me while you finger me,” she gasped. “Watch how your shy fingers are making me drip all over them. This is what you do to a woman when you learn her body.” Her breathing grew ragged. She rode my fingers harder, her juices coating my hand and dripping down my wrist. I kept curling, rubbing, circling—completely mesmerized by the sight of this stunning woman using my hand to chase her pleasure.