Big-Breasted Dru

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.  Continue reading

The Retreat

Guided Masturbation Stories

The Retreat

by Estragon, circa 1995. A camp in which girls learn to rule and boys learn to like it.

After a year or two, the women introduced a slight refinement to the practice of having boys naked all the time. Boys in puberty were made to wear a simple black strap-and-belt, a little like an elastic posing-strap, except that the somewhat thickened lower end fitted under, not over, the scrotum, lifting it and pushing the testicles forward. The belt circled the stomach just below the rib-cage and the support-band descended from its back, coming down over our haunches. The straps were as slender as those of a woman’s bra. When we left the retreat on outings we had to dress, of course. We would wear this black truss under our clothes – very loose shorts and a white t-shirt were mandatory – and its outline was visible beneath our shirt. I can testify that a boy got from this contraption a strong impression of being in a state of constant offering.

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Friendly Bev

Friendly Bev

from Antonius, circa 1995

[ Bev lived next door. She was from Germany and had an unbelievable body, with large, shapely tits that bounced under her sweater like puppies, and a startingly narrow waist. ]

Bev M. was a good neighbor. She had agreed to give me a hand-job every other evening while my lover was away, “to keep me from getting too horny,” she said.

She had a refreshing, matter-of-fact attitude toward the act, as something a friend could do for a friend. Robert was going to be at work until 10 pm, so Bev and I had a nice, relaxed, dinner together and then went into the living room for the handjob. She got a small towel and some hand lotion from the bathroom and then had me pull my pants down. She kneeled down in front of me as I sat and laid the towel on my thigh.   Continue reading

Male Cattle

 Cattle

 a fantasy by Aethean

1. Cattle

Once upon a time, in land far away, there lived a colony, a civilization where women ruler and men served. Men are important yet they are only important to help serve women in religious and sustenance areas. You see, men are milked only for their cum, only for that glorious milk. Like the East Indians with their sacred cow, these women hold men in highest esteem.

Their organization was simple. There was one ruling family of women. They were placed there for the fact that they have many children both boys and girls. The boys represent their wealth, their cattle, the girls continue their line. Next come the enforcers. They are the ones who punish bad men, who do not produce enough. Next come the “milk maids”, those who collect from the source. All have their outfits, all their uniform to show their status. The elite have only lithe gowns that flow like liquid. The enforcers, are wrapped tight in dark wear and hold the objects of their control, whips to crops to clubs. They hold themselves highly. The maids are cute, usually young. They have little black dresses with a bodice that pushes their breasts up. This is fortunate when milking… and intentional to help produce high yields.     

The men, being such a commodity, are housed in a dorm-like setting; warm and comfortable, each has his own bed and when not producing they are free to run and play in a pasture. They know their place. They know their value. And that value is based on cum. The ones that produce more, get better treatment, are looked highly upon. The ones that do not produce are punished, especially by the enforcers… They are placed in tiny cubicle-like settings and tube device is attached. With a suction force that is almost painful, they are milked with rhythmic pulsations.    Continue reading