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Pented Up

Airelle Jones on Masturbation Stories

          She slid down the door holding herself. She didn’t want him to go, but he had to. Evelyn's a good girl and she has to make him wait. But it was killing her inside. His kisses felt like liquid fire. She want him here with her. She want him to touch her. She wanted him to run his fingers through her hair. She wanted his lips all over her body. She wanted him inside of you.

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‚ Â Â  Just the very thought him touching made Evelyn wet. She couldn’t help herself. There just something about him that made her wanted to do naughty things. The more she thought about him touching  her, the more the burning grew between her legs. She had to do something about it. But it went against over Evelyn was taught.

     Evelyn's hand snaked is way down to the button of her jeans. Slowly, she unbutton them as if to make sure no one was around, but there was no one, it was just her and this burning desire that had to be cooled. She slid her hand down into her cotton panties. Some how this just seemed right. “No one was meant to go on like this,” Evelyn said herself.   

       Her hand slowly begins to rub that forbidden place. Her fingers slowly spreaded her black curls and rub her clit. This feeling drove her into exploring more. Evelyn slid down the door a little further. Her middle finger made its way down to her wetness. She surprised by it. It turned her on.

        Evelyn placed her middle finger into your wetness.  She slowly begin to move it in and out. In and out. In and out. This feeling was driving her crazy. Oh, how she wished this was him. She wanted him to be doing to this. She wanted him to touch her this way. Evelyn paused to slide her panties and jeans down to her ankles. They restricted her. She couldn’t get the full range.

       She spread her legs wider. She placed her hand back in its position. Evelyn begin to pump her middle finger in and out of herself. She was love this feeling. She slid her other hand down to join the fun. With this other hand, she rub her clit as when she started this sweet sin. Evelyn rubbed, spread and pulled at it. All while moving her middle finger in and out. In and out. Rub and spread.

      She had made her own rhythm. Evelyn got bold and added anther finger beside her middle finger. It hurt, but it felt so good. She continue the rhythm while all in your head, you thought him. Him with his deep brown eyes that stared into her soul. Him with his beautiful full lips on hers. She thought about his strong arms surrounding you. His smell. Everything that was him.

      Evelyn quicken this madden rhythm with every thought of him. She just wanted him to be here. Be here to help cool this burning desire that he caused. She wanted him to do things to you. She want him to tie you to the bed, spread chocolate syrup all over you and lick it off slowly. Driving her insane with his tongue. She wanted him to taste her.  Deep down, she wanted to taste him too.

       She want to do all the things she taught not to do. Every nasty thought that had ever crossed Evelyn's little mind, she wanted to do. She wanted be spanked, to get caught in a public bathroom, to be fuck hard in the backseat of a car. She wanted to do it in the park while it rained. She want to scream his name at the top of your lungs in a quiet movie theater. She wanted to be on top, making him morn and grip the sheets.  She wanted him to pull your hair and make her call him daddy.

          The thing Evelyn wanted the most was to shed this good girl image and run free without conviction.  She wanted to be the nasty person she is in her head. She wanted this more than any thing in the world. And it was all because of this boy. He just drives her crazy. Crazy for him. 

        The pace of her rhythm became faster. Evelyn could feel herself on the verge something. Something wonderful. She continue this dangerous pace until. Until her muscles tighten around her finger. Evelyn felt the wonderful surge of energy run throughout her body it felt like lighting. She felt mixed emotions. She felt like crying and screaming at the same time.  She didn’t want this feeling to leave. It slowly subsided. Evelyn were panting and sweaty. She planted her back on the door, so she wanted slide any futher. 

         Evelyn love this feeling of freedom, but slowly guilt and the feeling of dirtiness replace freedom. She pulled her fingers out of herself.  She started to cry. She felt so dirty. Evelyn pulled her jeans off her ankles. She walked down the hall, undressing, to the bathroom. Evelyn turned on the shower. She washed her hands in the sink to get rid of her smell and juices. She can't bare to look at herself in the mirror. It pained her too much. 

          She lifted to the toliet seat and sat down, waiting for the water to become the right temperature. Suddenly she had this overwhelming feeling to pee, so she release your bladder. Evelyn get this strange feeling as the urine left her body. It felt good, but hurt at the sometime. It quickly passed. She wiped herself and stepped into the steaming shower. The water seemed to cleanse her body, but not her soul. She felt so convicted. She hated this feeling.

      “I didn’t do anything someone else hasn’t done,” Evelyn said out loud to comfort herself. She filled her sponge with a melon smelling gel. She washed her body until her carmel skin was tinted red. She turned off the water and gripped the black towel that hung on the rail on the wall. Eve walked into her room.

       She had the walls crimson red, plush white carpet on the floor and gold Egyptain Cotton sheets covered a queen sized four poster bed. The dresser, armoire and night-side table was black. She had a very large mirror hung on the left side of the room. She sighed and walked to her dresser. She shyed away from it mirror.  She pulled a extra large blue  t-shirt and a pair of green panties out of her dresser's drawer.    

         She threw them on the bed, right along with herself. She just couldn’t shake this feeling. Evelyn dried herself and placed the clothes on her body. She didn’t bother to rub any lotion on. She had had enough rubbing for the night. She pulled the covers over her head. Evelyn wished he was here beside her. To hold her. “Maybe if he had done this, I wouldn't feel so bad,” she thought to herself. She didn’t think of it no further. She pulled her purple stuffed monkey to her chest and floated to sleep.

 

 

The girl in locker 171-30

johnny123 on Masturbation Stories

Her name was Morgan.  Her locker was right next to me and she was the bigest slut in the school.

Friday morning was like any other day at my High School.  I would come early and get some breakfast at the cafeteria and then go to my locker to pack my backpack and finish up some of my homework.  At arround 7:30, Morgan came to her locker.  She was a brunet and had huge C breasts. 

I was siting down and she bent over to get her books out of the bottom of the locker and I saw her huge clevage and the right nipple.  At that moment I had to put a book on my lap to cover the huge erection I just had.  The rest of the day I was thinking about that nipple.  When I was leaving school she was at her

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locker again and she was bending down to retieve something.  As she was bending down, she mini skirt flew up exposing her black lacy thong.  I was got so horney.  I wanted to fuck her tight little ass right then an there. 

When I got home, my mother was out so I decieded to look at some internet porn and mastrbate a bit. 

My mom then got home and she found my doing my home work.  She came up to me and gave me a kiss and ran her fingers through my hair.  Then she told me I needed a bath because I had some dandruf in my hair.  I hesitated, but then agreed with her. 

She drew me my bath and I finished with my homework.  I jumped in and then turned on the Jacuzzi and started to relax. I think I fell asleep and in the hot jets and warm bubbly water.  As I was asleep, I rolled over exposing my already erect penis directly into a water jet.  When that happened, I woke up.  That fells pertty good I thought, so I tuned my entire body toward the jet to make it feel better.

It fealt like some one was playing with my penis.  Then I decieded to jack off into the water jet.  That was amazing.  With the warm water, the water jets, the bubbles, my hand rubbing my erect penis. It was an orgasmic feeling. I started to thrust faster and then I turned on the jet's intensity higher.  Then I started to get this feeling, then it hit me.  The biggest orgasm I had ever had.  I had to go under the water to stop from screaming in pleasure.

So much cum squarted out of my dick, I had to put some soap in the water to hide all the cum.  THe soap foamed up quickly in the jacuzzi and I proceded to have another orgasm followed by another one. I had to turn off the jacuzzi to keep my virginity.

It was an awsome experence.  The whole time I was masterbating I was thinking of Morgan and I fucking.

You should try it some time, I even told my sister to do it and I could hear the screams and moans from out side.

You should try it sometime, you won't regret it.

Taking the test

keymaker on Masturbation Stories

   
Like any other college guy, I'm always horny and always ready to jerk off
at the drop of a hat, or anything else for that matter. I still do it
secretly without the knowledge of my roommates because I attend a very
religious school and although I know that two of my roommates have jerked
off in their lifetime, the other two are very strongly opposed to it (at
least they say that.) So I'm always looking for new places to do it
besides the shower or late at night after my roommate has fallen asleep.

The other day I found a new place. I had slept through a test last week and
spent the rest of the day trying to set up a make-up exam. The day after
the original test, my professor called and said if I wanted to t
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ake the
test right then, I should go to his office. I got there as fast as I could
since I was trying to not fail this thing and found his office after a few
minutes of searching the building. His office was inside a room. The room
was a lab, divided into three sections. From the doorway, you can only see
the 2nd and 3rd part. The 1st part of the room was off to the right and
behind a freestanding wall. My prof greeted me and brought me a copy of
the test. He said the best place to take it would be the desk in the 1st
hidden area of the room. The only way to see the desk is to walk into the
main room, turn right and go about 10 feet and the turn left and head into
that area. He said I wouldn't be bothered here. He then said to take an
hour and fifteen minutes and then put the exam under his door since he was
leaving for a while and might not make it back in time. So he left and I
began.

Now the whole day I kept getting my usual hard-on at the sight of anyone.
As I sat there, halfway done with tons of time, I started fantasizing and
slowly my dick grew and was straining for a bit of release. The bathroom,
I thought, but realized that I couldn't leave my test just sitting there.
So I start rubbing my dick through my khakis. Wearing a button down shirt,
I slowly undid each button until I reach my pants.then I say, what the
hell. My fingers move to my zipper and slowly pull it down as my bulge
tries to push through the opening. Not being one for underwear, my dick
easily finds it's way into the open air outside my pants. I was hornier
than hell. There I was, stroking my cock, thinking that my prof could
return at any moment.

Then the door opens. I freeze and wait. It's some guys working in the
other half of the room. They talk while beginning their work and I get
back to mine. The thought of other people just on the other side of a
flimsy wall while I was stroking my meat was too much. I decided that if I
was gonna do it I would finish it and getting more into it I push my pants
to my ankles, leaving me bare-assed on the chair, dick in hand and test
half done in front of me.

Speaking of in front of me, there was a window that ran the length of the
room. It was about a foot high and at eye level when seated. I could see
out, but all the students passing by could at least see my face and the
expression on it. I'm sure they could figure it out if they wanted too.
My stroking increased as I began thrusting my hips back and forth. I
peeled the shirt off and threw it off somewhere. I was sweating now and
stifling the moans inside me that were growing with each stroke of my
hand. I felt the surge building in my cock and knew it was now or never.

I spun my chair around so that I was facing the room and not the desk and
closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. The Pope could have walked in and I
wouldn't have stopped. Then I felt the wave of orgasm as the spasms run
through me, my jism shooting from my cock for what seemed like hours. When
it subsided, I sighed heavily and opened my eyes. My load was the biggest
I'd ever squirted and lay there on the floor of my prof's lab in testimony
to my efforts. I quickly dressed and found some paper towels to clean up
with.

Twenty minutes later I slipped a finished test under his door, smiled at
the now clean floor, and walked back to my dorm, where I locked the door to
relive what just happened in the science building. That is one test I'll
never forget and the only one I ever enjoyed taking. I still don't know
what grade I got on it, but does it matter?