Rachel

A Guided Masturbation Story

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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.

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Johnny by Soulstroker — 1

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.

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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.

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PeterFiles #14 — Shooting for Janet

PeterFiles #14 — Shooting for Janet

enough38 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.

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PeterFiles #13: Aunt Emily’s Boarding House

PeterFiles #13: Aunt Emily’s Boarding House

barb Modern Housewife   (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.

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PeterFiles #09: Molly Does the Milking

PeterFile#09: Molly Does the Milking

 

mollymilk2In 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.

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PeterFiles #07: Beach Balls

Peter File #07: Beach Balls

devon057 (Editor’s Note: Masturbation is often called “the private vice”, but the compulsive masturbator frequently practices his habit in circumstances that can only invite discovery. The reactions of accidental witnesses may lead either to reinforcement of this dubious behavior or to serious legal complications for the masturbator. The his account below Peter demonstrates this strong connection between exhibitionism/voyeurism and masturbatory addiction. — Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist.)

The setting is the sea coast of Northern California. I have gone to a “clothing optional” beach, where nudity is permitted, and men and women are exposing their all to the elements. I am there not from a love of sun and surf, but from a desire to see the oceans of big bouncing breasts displayed to view.

In the spirit of things, I have shed my clothes, and am walking down the beach enjoying the fleshy sights. It seems as if every big-bosomed girl in San Francisco is out showing her endowments today. I notice that several are giving me dirty looks, and one even shoots me the finger and says, “Fuck off, pervert!” I look down and suddenly realize that in response to so many bare breasts, my penis has become quite indecently erect. I think the best thing to do is find some secluded spot to relieve myself without disturbing anyone.

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PeterFiles #2: Overdrawn at the Sperm Bank

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(Editor’s Note: Modern techniques of clinical sperm extraction are remarkably effective, but the more powerful physical gratification produced can prove addictive to some men. Here the experience unfortunately exacerbates Peter’s pre-existing tendencies. – Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist)

 

Lucy was seated beside me on the couch as she studied, wearing a blue denim work shirt and cutoffs. We had been seeing each other casually for a few weekends, on "study dates", as I helped her with freshman calculus. I had always been numbingly shy around girls, but Lucy was two years my junior, with an easy, friendly manner that made me feel comfortable. I still could not muster the nerve to make a non-platonic move, but lately we had been joking a lot about sex, as we both began to feel the potential growing in the friendship. I was hoping that Lucy might finally be the girl to introduce me to the as yet unknown mysteries of sex.
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