Stepdad, Teach Me How to Masturbate - Sex Stories

Stepdad, Teach Me How to Masturbate

... course. Don't you masturbate and think about me?" I felt myself turning red, embarrassed at the thought of it. "I've never masturbated before! My father told me it was bad." My real father -- that asshole. The less said about him the better. "Did he? Well ... I think masturbation might be the answer to your problem, Victoria. You've obviously got a lot of pent up sexual energy, and masturbation can help you to take care of that." "Do you really think so? Daddy told me masturbation was wrong. He caught me masturbating when I was little and he spanked me good." "Mmm, I'm sorry to hear that. Masturbation is a very healthy thing." "Can you show me how, stepdaddy?" I said, holding my arms behind my back and shifting from foot to foot, letting my voice go child-like. "Well, now, Victoria, I think you can probably figure it out for yourself! Most people do." "But this is important! You just said so! I need to know how to do it right! You taught me how to drive, you helped me with my English essays and now you can do this ... pleeeease, Stepdad!" I said, looking in his eyes and moving a little closer to him, pressing one of my breasts against his arm, sending a thrill through me. He sighed. "All right, Victoria. You're right, this is important. You don't have any serious boyfriend, and I don't want you having sex carelessly, so you need to learn to masturbate." He stood up and put his arm around my shoulders, and I put my arm around his trim muscular waist and he led me back into ...

... my bedroom. "Okay," he said, "just lie down on your back on the bed," he said. "Okay," I said, feeling my breath come more quickly as I eased down on the comfy thick white bed spread, resting my head on the pillow so I could look up at him. My long hair spilled around my head. I smiled up at him and he smiled back. "How can I begin?" I asked. "Well," he said thoughtfully. "You can begin anyway you want, of course, but it's a process of exploring what you like, so let's start slowly and easily, okay?" "Okay," I said. "Just touch your arms with your fingertips first ... just lightly. Yes, like that, just rub your fingertips lightly over your arms, up and down like that." "Should I use my fingernails, or the tips of my fingers?" "You can use both or either, of course. Just do it slowly, gently. Lightly, at first." "Like this?" I said, softly, as I touched my arms. "Yes, that's right. Does it feel nice?" "Yes," I whispered, closing my eyes and smiling, enjoying the feel of his eyes on me as they took in my body, my chest rising and falling quickly with my excitement. "It tickles a little." "Okay, you can use your palms now, rub your arms with your palms, warm them up." I did so. "Now touch your stomach the same way, with your fingertips. Just lightly trace them over your stomach." I traced my fingernails over my stomach, above my belly button, and moved them in circles over my hard abs. "Mmm, that tickles more," I said, giggling a little. "That's normal, it's fine. It's just the ...