Mature Masturbate Novels & Stories

“Now do what you do in your videos. Show Daddy how you play with yourself.” Lila blushed deep red but obeyed. She climbed onto his bed, knelt in front of him, and started touching herself. She cupped her small tits, pinching her nipples and moaning softly, just like SweetLily. Her hand slid down her flat stomach to her pussy. She rubbed her clit in slow circles, then spread her pink lips with two fingers. “Mmm… yes…” she whispered, eyes half-closed. Jake pulled his shorts down and his long thick cock sprang out. Lila’s eyes widened when she saw it up close. He stroked it slowly while watching her.

Bit by bit, the lingering frustrations and worries seemed to dissolve, leaving him in a tranquil, blissful state. However, when the touch approached his crotch area, Dean just couldn’t help but stifle a muffled grunt. There were a few times when he was going to tell the man that he could solve this himself, but the man beat him to it, “If you want to go for the most relaxed state, my advice is not to masturbate now, but to use a vibrator instead, what do you think?” Not to mention about regular massages, as an ex-straight guy, whose first step into this community was nothing more than just getting ravaged by Damon, how could he understand what he was hearing at the moment?

I say with a laugh. “I’m 43. I think I’ve earned the right to be a bit of a fuddy-duddy if I want to be.” “Masturbation is a perfectly natural thing,” I say. “Oh my god, Savanna, I’m not going to talk about masturbation with my best friend’s daughter,” he says with an adorable groan.

His chest shakes slightly with a soft chuckle. "Good. And thank god, my hand and memories of you just weren't nearly as satisfying as that" I turn my head up to catch his cheeky grin as he takes in my shocked expression. He drops his eye into a wink before he squeezes my shoulder. "Yes Amelia, I masturbated to the thought of you to get me through until I next saw you. I did it while we were dating too. You're better than porn baby" He gushes with pride, his tone dripping in seduction. I squeeze my eyes shut and laugh loudly into his shoulder as he speaks. I feel so juvenile. I'm a grown-up; grown-ups have sex, and they should be able to talk about it openly right? So why am I being such a bl

Something needs to be done; otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight. My fist glides up the full length of my cock, twisting and squeezing around the head as I stroke it upward. I put pressure and relax it as my hand slides up and down. It seems a bit silly to masturbate like this. I haven't stroked my own cock in years since there was always someone to do it for me. It seems childish, like I'm some kind of horny teenager. But fuck it, I was not about to invite Chris back in, so this is the best I got.

I spread my thighs open to allow the cum to flow out without restriction and it did. Thick, musky creamy liquid fills the tub I’m sitting on. My breath turns into a stuttering mess as my lungs expand to welcome in more air. My hair mats to my clammy back but I relax against the tub and allow its coldness to needle into my bones. As the day passes by, the pleasure I feel from masturbating intensifies. It gives me more reason to have a taste of sex. However, the funny thing is that my body doesn’t come alive when I think about giving myself to another man other than Dima.

Feeling the warmth of Aru's flesh eating his dick greedily, the smell of Aru's breath everytime he made him scream in the deepest thrust. Reaching his climax, realization hit him, did he just masturbate outside the balcony? Seeing the aftermath of his craziness, white thick sticky liquid in his cleaned hand and slapped his forehead with a laugh. “What have I done? Masturbating? Since when was I like this? Ah! fuck Aru looked what you made me do.” He pulled the tissue on the side, wiping his mess with a mocking smile for himself. “Im already old and for the first time I learned to masturbate, this is madness, Aru my pretty little vixen, I'll bring you back to our bed, and you must take respon

“Oh God!! Oh, God!” “Ahhhhh!! Ahhh!” “Mmmmhhh” I moan out loud, closing my eyes trying to concentrate on what my body is feeling, I spread myself wider, inserting two fingers. In and out but it’s not enough. I have never masturbated before, and the feeling of not knowing what to do is frustrating. I need a release from this sweet torment. What did Pete put in my drink, I can't even think straight. I hear a deep groan and my eyes snap open,

I ask again, seeking some clarification. “If you want to masturbate using my shirt, I expect that you do it well and you should do it while naked. As you have my shirt pressed to your face, you will have your back pressed to my fucking bed, your legs wide open and your fingers buried deep into that pussy as you fuck yourself using my name. That is how it's done Milana.” I gulp, I blink. I gulp and I blink again and I keep repeating that., “Stop doing that. I'm actually dying to know how you will look fucking yourself using my name. I know that you will look so pretty and why don't we try now? Huh?” There is a sly smirk at the corner of his lips and I gulp again.

Trying to treat me like a child who didn't understand what she'd seen. Which, to be fair, was exactly what I was supposed to be. A five-year-old shouldn't know what masturbation was. Shouldn't understand what was happening on that phone screen. But I wasn't actually five. I was twenty. And I'd definitely touched myself before. Usually in my dorm room when Maya was out. Usually after Maya had shown me yet another shirtless video of Jack, and I'd needed to get off. I'd lock the door, strip down, and work myself over until I came hard enough to forget about everything else for a while.