Masturbation Stories

Molly wasn't beautiful, not even pretty. From an early age she was a typical tomboy, climbing trees with the neighborhood boys, and winning every single wrestling match. Her mop of unruly blonde hair was often tucked under a worn baseball cap turned backwards, and her face was usually dirty from some adventure or another. Molly had no time for dolls or pretend tea parties. She had games to play, and woods to explore. Then she grew gigantic tits and drew attention from her sadistic dad.

This story was written for a nice lady who has a fantasy and I tried to put into words for her. Brenda I hope you like your fantasy!

A tale of reaching one's potential. Note: No characters were infected with an STI before, during, or after this story.

Every week, Thomas gets to fuck his sister. Together, they roll two dice, and depending on the total sum, he gets to receive either a handjob, a blowjob, her pussy, or her ass. The only catch? He only gets to do it for sixty seconds, after which his chastity cage goes back on to prevent him from masturbating or touching himself elsewise. And faced with such a short time, it isn’t long before his frustrations begin to get the better of him as he is teased beyond his endurance.

True Stories of My Eclectic Masturbatory History
As a young man, I pursued a strange voyeurism at the university library, involving the planting of dirty magazines on the shelves for strangers to find. I never got any orgies to happen, but gave myself plenty of fodder for fantasy.