Little Pee Pee

Guided Masturbation Stories

Little Pee Pee

This occurred last weekend, as my lady friend had gone to Austin for a seminar which was to go on all weekend. I decided to drive up Saturday and join her. She left instructions a the hotel front desk to give me a key upon arrival. When I got up stairs she was in bathroom, naked, as she was preparing for a lunch meeting. I immediately removed my clothes and came to the bathroom door and stood there looking at her. Those big nice tits just moving so, as she applied makeup, me slowly stroking my very hard cock. I moved in behind her as gently probed her ass with my member. She playfully swatted my cock away , saying I do not have time for that now, go ! Let me get ready.  Continue reading

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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