Stepdad, Teach Me How to Masturbate - Sex Stories

Stepdad, Teach Me How to Masturbate

... warm up," he said seriously. "It makes my nipples hard," I whispered. "Is it naughty to say that?" "No, honey. It's fine. Tell me exactly how you feel." "I feel waves of like ... electricity, heat and electricity, moving from the places I'm touching, and going to my nipples, and making them tingle and get really hard," I said. "That's fine, that's just what we want," he said, gazing down at me lovingly. "Can I touch my nipples now?" I said eagerly. "Slow down," he said, smiling. "We've got all afternoon." "Yesss," I said, drawing the word out into a moan. "And we want it to be right, the first time, don't we?" "Yessss," I said again. "Okay, now trace your fingers over your stomach, down there between your naval and the top of your panties." "Mmmm,"I said. "That's nice ... so sensitive there ... I really want to touch my breasts, now, can I touch them now?" "Hmmm. . . well, okay, I guess so. But only over the bra, for now. And remember. Slowly!" "Ohhh, thanks, Stepdad!" I said, voice overflowing with pleasure and gratitude. "I'll do it slowly, I promise." I slowly slid my palms up my ribs, until I was cupping my own breasts. I heard myself moaning with pleasure. "Should I squeeze them?" I asked, closing my eyes. "It feels so good . . ." "Yes, dear. Go ahead and squeeze them." "Ohhhhh," I said. "Mmmmm." I kneaded them through the pink lace bra, squeezing them together, then holding them lightly and then again with more fervor. "Be gentle now," said my stepfather. "But I ...

... like it," I whined. "Do you touch your breasts often?" he asked. "Only in the shower, you know, when I'm washing. My daddy told me it was bad to touch myself in those naughty places." "Well that's a shame. You have very sensitive breasts, hmmm?" "Ohhh, yesss," I moaned. "You're always pressing them against me. You like the way that feels?" "Yessss," I repeated. "They're so sensitive, they're been growing so fast, it seems like my nipples are always hard ... I want you to touch them!" "You know I can't, honey. Haven't any boys touched them yet?" "No, I don't want them to! I only want you to touch them." "But you know I can't. But of course you can imagine those are my hands, as you touch your breasts." I looked up at him, smiling. "Or I can just think that it makes you happy to watch me touch myself, and that makes me enjoy touching myself even more. I can enjoy you watching me." He smiled and stroked my hair. "I do enjoy it, you're right. I hope this makes you feel better, honey, more able to deal with your sexuality." "I think so," I said, luxuriating in the warmth and pleasure of feeling my own breasts as my stepdad watched me. "Aren't you going to masturbate?" "Not right now, dear. Are those nipples ready to be touched?" "Yes!" I practically cried out. "Just through the bra, at first." I used my fingertips and fingernails to touch the hard bumps of my very erect and swollen nipples, though the pink lace, and my whole body shivered. "Oh, it's ... the only word that fits is ...