Tag: Breasts
Big-Breasted Dru
Posted by on August 12, 2008
Guided Masturbation Stories
Big-Breasted Dru
alt.sex.stories, 1995. Breasts aren’t only for babies
I want to relate a story about a girl that I knew in college, her name was Dru. This was about 14 years ago, but I remember her like she was standing here in front of me. You see, I’ve always been a big tit lover. The bigger, the better. Nowadays, you get the strippers and porno stars with their enhancements, and I might be the only one around here who actually loves seeing them that large. Anyway, Dru was all natural. And her tits weren’t HUGE, but they were big, nice and big. She told me she was a size 40DD.
Anyway, I met her my sophomore year in college, and we hit it off pretty well right away. We tried to be together as often as possible, and as we lived in dorms that were next to eachother, that was pretty easy. We started out slow sexually, a little kissing and feeling up, and those tits of hers felt wonderful. They were the largest I had ever had, and I went to town on them, sucking, kissing, smothering my face in between them. After a little while, we started experimenting with oral sex, and as this was my first experience in this area, well, what can I say, it was wonderful. There was no better feeling that I had ever felt before in my life as her sucking on my cock. And she loved to do it, which was absolutely no problem for me. And she loved me between her legs, licking her to orgasm after orgasm. We had a wonderful time together, and since my roommate had a girlfriend, and her roommate had a boyfriend, we got to spend a lot of wonderful nights together.
Needless to say, I was really enjoying my sophomore year. I buried myself in her ample busom enough that her bras got to know me by name. Anyway, after we had been going out about 4 months, we were talking and she asked me if there was anything sexually that I wanted to try that we had not. Now, we had discussed having intercourse, and we both admitted that the timing was not right yet. So I knew she wasn’t talking about that. I confessed to her that it had always been a fantasy of mine, ever since I was old enough to think of such things, to fuck a girl between the tits. I had been thinking of approaching her about this for a couple weeks, but didn’t have the guts to ask and since I didn’t know how she would respond, I was scared. She looked at me for a second, and I thought “Shit, I blew it”. But just then, a huge smile crossed her face, and she said “I was hoping you’d say that, because I’ve wanted to feel your cock in there for a while”. SCHWINNNNNNG.
Since we were supposed to get together for the night the next day, we decided to wait until then. I couldn’t keep my thoughts on anything other than burying my cock between her mounds and pumping back and forth. To say that it was the longest 24 hours in my life would be an understatement. I went to the store and bought some baby oil, as I thought this would make for some nice lubrication. My roommate was going home for the weekend, so Dru and I would be spending the night in my room. I straightened everything up, making sure that this evening would be perfect. She arrived, and we got right down to business.
We started kissing and groping eachother, and soon we were naked. After a couple minutes of feeling and nibbling and kissing, we got into a 69, and the juices really started flowing. She sucked and slurped at me cock as I’ve never seen before, and she was so wet that my face was soaked immediately. After about 10 minutes of this, she hopped off my face, held her wonderful tits out to me, and said those words I will remember the rest of my life; “Honey, are you ready to fuck my big tits?”. I said “No thanks, I’m not in the mood”. Just kidding. I could hardly utter the words “You bet”, I was so excited. I went to the dresser and got my bottle of baby oil, as she moved the blanket down from the bed and got on her back. “Give me that bottle for a second” Dru said. She slowly poured a few squirts of the clear liquid on each breast, and let a huge squirt go right between her tits, and she then rubbed it in, ever so slowly, looking at me with loving eyes. Finally, after what seemed like hours but was actually a few seconds, she motioned for me to hop aboard.
I straddled her, and slowly placed myself in between her jugs. She immediately started moaning, and quickly grabbed each breast from the side and squeezed them together tightly. Already, I was in heaven. I started out thrusting slowly, wanting to savor this moment. Wow, it felt so good. Slipping and sliding, my cock seemed to take on a life of its own. I found myself thrusting faster and faster, while Dru wrapped her tits tighter and tighter around me. I reached down and started squeezing her nipples, which made her moan with pleasure. Our eyes locked, and we smiled that knowing smile at eachother. Dru seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. I was now thrusting faster and faster, and I could tell that this would not last too much longer. I told Dru this, and she said not to hold back, that there would be more than just this one tonight. She said to me “I want you to come all over my tits, baby. Just let it flow”. Finally, I could take no more, and after a particularly hard thrust, I let it go. The first spurt hit her right under the chin, and she immediately opened up her mouth to catch anything else that might “come” her way. “My god”, I thought, “I have never had an orgasm as intense as this.” The next load landed right at the base of her neck, and then I pulled away a little to spray her tits. It wouldn’t stop coming out, spurt after spurt. Finally, she reached up and gave it one last stroke, with a final drop coming out and landing right on her left nipple. She looked up at me, and started rubbing my come into her tits lovingly, stopping to lick it off her breasts occasionally. I couldn’t help myself, and started rubbing it in myself, carressing it into her tits and between them. I finally collapsed, unable to do anything. We hugged, and my goo got all over my chest. I loved it. This was so much better than I could ever have imagined. Dru looked over at me and said “Honey, I know you enjoyed it, I just wanted to let you know that I enjoyed it immensely myself.” I immediately dove between her legs and began eating her to a fantastic orgasm.
Wank Log: The Party
Posted by on July 25, 2008
Her warm (and thank god, it was a cold night) hand moves my underpants to one side, dribbles a little saliva onto her hand and wraps around my shaft and begins stroking. Pretty soon, my self-made lubrication oozed out into the gooey mix, making it extra slippery.
Me: “Uhh, R, where…” (This is one circumstance I still don’t know how to begin to say)
R: “Right here (motioning to her breasts)”
conclusion at Wank Log: The Party
Rachel
Posted by on June 11, 2008
A Guided Masturbation Story
The man is shy and uncertain; the woman is confident of her womanly power over him and controls the pace of the relationship. I especially enjoy the element of almost ritualistic breast worship.
Rachel
from the net, circa 1998
Though it happened eight years ago, it hangs in my mind as if it took place yesterday. I have tried to reconstruct a little dialogue at a few crucial moments though I’m sure the exact words were different. It was my first year in Southeast Connecticut where I had recently arrived in January as a young professor in the humanities. Having recently purchased a CD player without realizing the major expense would be compact discs, I was glad to find an extensive collection of classical CDs at the local library. These could be checked out for two weeks intervals just like books. I was even more happy to meet the librarian who handled the music section.
Let’s call her Rachel to protect the innocent (or, on this case, not so innocent!). Rachel was one of those women who naturally exuded the radiant warmth of an earth mother (despite her young age of 25) while at the same time being unbelievably sexy and feminine (at least in my eyes). I was immediately drawn to her infectious laugh, sparkling personality, and somewhat flirtatious manner. I would be lying if I didn’t admit I was also taken with her luscious breasts which she seemed to emphasize by wearing clingy tops. Rachel had lustrous black hair which cascaded thickly around her face and over her shoulders and set off her smooth, pearly white skin. Her eyes matched her hair and flashed like dark jewels. Most of my attention, however, was usually riveted on her heart-stopping hourglass figure. Her hips swept out from her waist with large, full curves which rolled sensuously back and forth with every step. As if in musical counterpoint, her lush, Junoesque breasts accented these larger movements, swaying heavily beneath her knits, sweaters, and silk blouses. While I have always been a sucker for full women, I was mesmerized by Rachel’s ripe femininity. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I began visiting the library more often to try more classical CDs and get Rachel’s advice on all things musical.
My favorite photo groups
Posted by on May 29, 2008
I masturbate mostly to photos of ladies, preferably of the well-endowed variety. I am sometimes asked what are my favorite sources of masturbation fodder. These are email groups, all moderated and spam free.
Johnny by Soulstroker — 1
Posted by on May 27, 2008
A Guided Masturbation Story
Johnny Chap. 1: Invited to Dinner
By Soulstroker (a.k.a. Magnifico Giganticus)
Story Codes: F/m, older woman/younger male, masturbation, gentle Fdom, maternal domination, authoritative/reluctance, mild humiliation/teasing, big natural breasts, nursing fetish.
Synopsis: A shy young man becomes sexually aroused at a dinner party and is taken in hand by the beautiful hostess.
Copyright © 2008, Soulstroker (a.k.a. Magnifico Giganticus). ALL Rights Reserved.
Johnny and his family pulled up into the driveway of a nice looking middle class home. It was already dark and it had taken a few minutes to find it even with the excellent directions they had been given. The house belonged to one of his father’s new employees. Johnny’s dad worked for a large computer company and had recently been promoted and placed in charge of the R&D department. As a result, his parents, along with Johnny and his older sister had been invited to dinner by one of the new people who would be working with his father, a woman named Andrea Winters.
In the drive over, Johnny’s mother had reminded her children to be polite, and refer to couple they were about to visit with as Mr. and Mrs. Winters at all times. Upon seeing the women who greeted them at the door, Johnny had forgotten any last minute instructions his mother had given him. Her beauty was stunning. She was a blonde with shoulder length hair, blue eyes, and rather tall for a woman. She had a large crimson painted smile, which accented her high cheekbones. By far her most attractive feature was her well-developed chest. Her magnificent bosom gave her the classic hourglass shape that reminded Johnny of some 1950’s movie starlet. The conservative black dress accentuated her Ruebenesque form, and Johnny quickly lost himself staring at the small glimpse of milky-white cleavage it provided.
Quickie Jerk to Porn Pics
Posted by on January 18, 2007
PeterFiles #14 — Shooting for Janet
Posted by on April 14, 2001
PeterFiles #14 — Shooting for Janet
When I was in college, there was a girl in my classes named Janet, She was an ash blonde with large, bold breasts, full, voluptuous hips, and a free and easy manner which just radiated sexiness. She was so pretty and popular that I could hardly dare to talk to her; she starred in many of my fantasies and unknowingly received many of my solitary libations of sperm. But one day Janet approached me herself with a remarkable proposition! At that time I was studying to be a photographer, and my skills and interest in the subject were well known. She had decided to try to earn some extra money in nude modeling and needed a portfolio to show to an agent. She asked me if I would be willing to take the pictures for free, and I eagerly agreed.
We rigged up my dorm room as a studio with curtains and a fancy satin cover on the couch. Janet stripped down to nothing but hose and garter belt, and we got to work. She wasn’t a bit shy or reserved, and I shot her in every imaginable pose. To give the spread shots that "wet look", she even put her hand between her legs and, without a trace of embarrassment, stroked herself to climax in front of me.
PeterFiles #13: Aunt Emily’s Boarding House
Posted by on April 13, 2001
PeterFiles #13: Aunt Emily’s Boarding House
(Editor’s Note: Extensive clinical experience teaches the importance of early intervention in the treatment of compulsive masturbation. As soon as signs of pubertal excess are noted, steps must be taken to prevent self abuse from becoming habitual. Although we prefer that an incipient masturbator be referred to a professionally trained therapist, we acknowledge that the wisdom and skills needed to treat youthful self abuse are not confined to the professional caste. Many young boys have been rescued from vicious habit by the dedicated efforts of a strong caring female in his environment — an aunt, a neighbor, a teacher — capable of intervening and rigorously enforcing standards of decency and self control. Often these women employ traditional methods of shaming and corporal punishment, which, when intelligently administered in an intimate familial setting, can be remarkably successful. Peter was fortunate to have an aunt extraordinarily capable to address his situation. That Peter received such early attention and yet failed to benefit can be charged only to his unusual predisposition towards masturbatory addiction.)
One summer early in Peter’s teen years, his mother sent him to stay with his Aunt Emily, who ran a boarding house for young men in the north of England. Peter was quite excited, both at the novelty of the trip and at the prospect of being more “on his own” for the summer. He had only recently discovered the boyish pleasures of masturbation, and he was looking forward to having opportunity to explore them out of the supervision of his parents. Little did he know that his mother’s suspicion of his secret activities was the prime motivation for sending him to the care of his aunt.
PeterFiles #09: Molly Does the Milking
Posted by on April 09, 2001
PeterFile#09: Molly Does the Milking
In which Peter gives a generously-bosomed friend a hand with the milking, and the favor is returned.
Editor’s Note: Partialism, the fixation of sexual attraction on secondary sexual characteristics, is commonly associated with masturbatory addiction. The habitual masturbator, accustomed by long practice to manual gratification, loses his capacity to perform normal coitus and may find the primary female genitalia intimidating (see Peter File #05). He transfers his sexual attention to other parts of the female body, most often the bosoms, usually responding strongly to women with generous endowments. The logic of this choice is clear: After her vulva, the breasts are the most feminine part of a woman, and the traditional association of the breast with nurturing and sympathy provides an important reassurance to the sexually insecure masturbator. Peter’s breast partialism is apparent in many of the PeterFiles. — Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist.
The summer after graduating from college, I spent traveling around the country, and I stopped for a week to visit one of my friends who was then living on a farm in northern California. The farm was run as a commune by several young, hippie-type men and women who had moved there to escape modern city life. They were all very friendly, and I liked them right away, but one in particular caught my attention, a girl named Molly. She was a redhead with a farm-girl plumpness, and a large, heavy bosom which gave her an earth-mother quality. I’ve always had a fascination with women’s breasts, and I was seized with a desire to suckle at her huge, nourishing mammaries. At first I was far too shy to make any approach, and contented myself with masturbating in secret thinking of her. Finally I did manage to talk to her, and her easy, free-spirited manner made me feel so comfortable, that I offered to help her with her chores the next day.
