gay female masturbation story


If you are looking for gay female masturbation story then you came to the right place for gay female masturbation story. You will find Raunchy Stories filled with gay female masturbation story. You will also find Pictures and Xxx Videos of gay female masturbation story. Visit Girls N Toys today and you will find the best gay female masturbation story on the internet and will make you very hot and horny till you explode with excitement.

Click Here For gay female masturbation story At Girls N Toys Today



gay female masturbation story contains mature content. You must be at least
18 years of age ( 21 in some countries ) to view this material.
If its illegal for you to be here and view gay female masturbation story,
press the back button on your browser. If you are of legal
age to view this material, Enter gay female masturbation story Below.


Here Are Just A few of the Hot Babes found at Girls N Toys. You Can See Each of the Hot Girls Below Get Fully Naked and in All Types of Erotic Positions
[Click to enlarge image]
[Click to enlarge image]
[Click to enlarge image]
[Click to enlarge image]
[Click to enlarge image]
26 Pictures
for the Series at
Girls N Toys

39 Pictures
for the Series at
Girls N Toys

163 Pictures
for the Series at
Girls N Toys

49 Pictures
for the Series at
Girls N Toys

68 Pictures
for the Series at
Girls N Toys

[Click to enlarge image]
[Click to enlarge image]
[Click to enlarge image]
[Click to enlarge image]
[Click to enlarge image]
80 Pictures
for the Series at
Girls N Toys

108 Pictures
for the Series at
Girls N Toys

123 Pictures
for the Series at
Girls N Toys

121 Pictures
for the Series at
Girls N Toys

75 Pictures
for the Series at
Girls N Toys


Girls N Toys


Hardcore sex story for your enjoyment....



                                          Young NaCl's Story
                [ This little story is influenced by* regular ELF (in that
                 it involves plausible fantastic  elements  such  as  a  partially
                 split  personality),  and  by a.s.b regular ctan (whose very word
                 choice gets me all radiated and bothered).  And, of course,  most
                 of  all by JR, whom we all love greatly.  This is an old literary
                              trick, JR, and it's dedicated to you...]
                                   As usual, I'm thinking of me.
                 I'm thinking of what a delightful evening I spent last Friday.  I
                 remember  every delicious detail.  But then my memory has a habit
                 of gripping the particulars of such events and keeping them safe.
                                     Shall I relive my memory?
                                         I believe I shall.
                 I had been deliberately without sex for a few weeks, not a  great
                 length  of  time,  but long enough to make my hunger sharp.  Long
                 enough to make the warmth of my  hand,  casually  resting  on  my
                            thigh as I drove, more stirring than usual.
                 As I recall, I arrived at the parking lot,  pulled  into  a  spot
                 that  was,  as  I  playfully thought, "right under a light!", and
                     turned off the motor. I remained seated behind the wheel.
                 A few weeks seemed like such a long time.  Though  I  began  with
                 friendly   thoughts,  very  soon  those  friendly  thoughts  were
                 supplanted by a few exploratory caresses.  How it excites  me  to
                 feel  my own warm, soft hand, trailing slowly down along my neck,
                 followed leisurely by the a touch of the very tip of my tongue to
                 a fingertip and a nibble every now and then on the sensitive pads
                 of my fingers.  The way  I  draw  my  teeth  lightly  across  the
                         delicate skin--well, I must know.  I remember it.
                 And then to my mouth, my lips soft and  gentle  at  first,  mouth
                  open.   I remember lifting my other hand to brush back my hair,
                 getting caught up in the silky feel of its length.  I remember my
                 excitement  as  my  tongue  began to stroke the roof of my mouth,
                           lightly, playing along the tender skin there.
                 And then the feel of my mouth changed as I  moved,  and  my  arms
                 came up, hands resting on my chest, occasionally meandering up or
                 down, agonizingly slowly.  My heat became more  demanding  as  my
                 hands  and  my breasts came into contact.  The way I started when
                 my fingers brushed down across my nipple was enough to straighten
                                         me up in the seat.
                 I had enjoyed my reaction, so I continued,  concentrating  on  my
                 left  nipple,  the  more  sensitive  one.  I could feel it harden
                 through the fabric of my blouse as I  rubbed  it  lightly,  could
                 hear the small sounds of pleasure I made as I squeezed it between
                 my fingers.  Now under my blouse, stroking my smooth skin with my
                 palms,  up  my sides until my fingers had found myself once more.
                 Gently rubbing with my thumbs in a definite rhythm, one that  was
                 echoed  by  the  way I began to move my hips as I touched myself.
                 Very soon both of my nipples were stiff and my breath was  coming
                 hard  and  deep.   Now--drawing my fingernails across such tender
                 skin, hearing the soft cry I  gave,  feeling  the  effect  I  was
                                     having on myself--lovely.
                 I pushed back against the seat then,  smiling  in  a  wonderfully
                 wanton  way.   I  pushed my skirt up, and I placed my hands on my
                 thighs.  I traced down with my palms, I remember,  then  up  with
                 the  tips  of  my  fingers, but slowly now.  Further up--mmm--and
                      what ridiculous disappointment when I withdrew my hands!
                 I brought my hands up again to cup  my  breasts,  caressing  them
                 slowly through my blouse.  As exciting as my touch was, it wasn't
                 enough.  When I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped my hand inside--
                 well,  that  was enough.  As soon as I felt my fingertip brush my
                 nipple through the lace of my bra, I felt a rush of heat  through
                 my  entire  body.   I teased myself just as I had teased earlier.
                 Just as I had wanted to lick my  nipples,  to  take  them  in  my
                 mouth,  to hear my sharp intake of breath-- I wanted to but could
                 I had no complaints about what happened next. I reached under  my
                 skirt  once  more,  this  time  removing the lace panties I wore.
                                  "They're in the way," I thought.
                 So then my hands were on my thighs again,  caressing  the  tender
                 skin  on  the  insides,  but  also  massaging  the muscles there.
                 Somewhere along the line I also pulled my skirt up  further,  far
                 enough  so  that any casual passerby could, with a single glance,
                 have become well-acquainted with my body.  But I  wanted  to  see
                          myself, and if they could, too--well, all right.
                                 I make myself do shameless things.
                 I remember the exquisite sensation of my fingers twining  in  the
                 soft  triangle  of  hair  there,  gently and suggestively.  And I
                 remember my moan as I traced down with a fingertip over my  outer
                 lips;  I remember the surge of warmth that was now centered under
                 my hands.  Then very lightly, I drew my fingertip from bottom  to
                 top,  increasing  the  pressure  as  I stroked my clit, then down
                 again to slide  my  finger  inside  me,  gathering  some  of  the
                 moisture that had been there for most of the evening, awaiting my
                 kind attention.  I soon became slick with  my  caresses,  and  my
                 touch  was so very exciting, feeling my fingertip slide down over
                 me, then up again, finding a rhythm  and  a  pressure  that  made
                          other concerns much less urgent all of a sudden.
                 Other concerns like passing pedestrians, walking by on their  way
                                         into the theater.
                 I clearly remember what happened next.  My warm breath came fast,
                 and  the  knowledge  that  I  had excited myself so was almost as
                 delicious as the feel of my finger  as  it  traced  my  sensitive
                 lips.   I  moved  along  the  outside, as I had done before, then
                 stroked myself teasingly with my fingers before devoting my thumb
                 to flicking my clit back and forth, slowly at first, then faster.
                 And my finger was inside me again, increasing the pleasure I  was
                 feeling.   As  I rubbed myself and then, for a few heart-stopping
                 seconds, gently tugged on my clit, I could feel myself moving  my
                 other  fingers  in  and  out of me.  I don't know how I've always
                 known just how I want to be touched; I haven't ever thought about
                 it.   I  haven't  needed  to.   And  this was no exception.  As I
                  continued more deliberately, I felt  my  whole  body  begin  to
                     tremble, felt a hard surge of some darkly wonderful heat.
                 I knew then that I was almost there, because,  although  I'm  not
                 sure,  I think I was being rather vocal.  I seem to remember that
                 I spoke my own name, and I am almost certain that I cried out  as
                 I  felt  first  the  few  seconds  of  utter  rigidity,  then the
                 fluttering pleasure that made my body convulse again and again as
                 I  came.   And  I  caressed my thigh once I was still, brought my
                 juicy hand to my mouth as I rested there, completely relaxed  and
                                         absolutely alive.
                 But how to repay myself, my dear, for such indescribable release?
                 My hands found my nipples again.

Girls N Toys has Tons of gay female masturbation story with hot xxx pictures and porno movies. gay female masturbation story will be sure to give you a hard on your make your pussy wet wanting even more gay female masturbation story Goto Girls N Toys today and get more gay female masturbation story you will not be sorry. Thousands of Pictures of gay female masturbation story. And hot sexy movies with gay female masturbation story

Click Here to Enter Girls N Toys - #1 Site for gay female masturbation story

  I was hoping  to  bring  myself
                 back  to  the state of arousal I had felt before.  But on further
                 inspection, namely moving down to touch my thighs, I found that I
                 was  still as ready as I had been before, if not more so. Because
                 I could feel my warmth as I continued up until  my  hand  brushed
                 against  the  stiffness  of  my clit and I moaned, one of my soft
                 small sounds that I  love  to  hear.   More  sounds  then,  as  I
                     continued to stroke myself, a slight bit of pressure now--
                 Not close enough.  I couldn't get close enough to myself. I loved
                 the way my lips felt, the smooth, taut skin there-- I held myself
                 for a moment, just to recall the shape of myself, just to hear my
                        sigh as I moved my thumb over the sensitive ridges.
                                      Still not close enough.
                 I gazed down, then, I lay there enjoying the sight  of  myself--I
                 love  the way I look--and breathing in the warm scent of my body.
                 Then, not wanting to wait any longer, I ran my  finger  down  the
                 length  of my labia, just the tip of my finger at first, but then
                 covering as much of myself with my hand as I could.   I  imagined
                 how  I  must  look,  eyes closed, with the helpless, almost dazed
                  expression that I take on when I make love to myself like this.
                 I decided now to pretend that I still felt a bit uncertain  about
                 what   kind   of   touching  will  excite  myself  most.  Feeling
                 experimental, I first lightly stroked the tip of my clit with  my
                 fingers,  skirting around the small hood that sets it apart, and,
                 my God, enjoying the feel of that immensely.  I pressed my thighs
                 tightly  together,  closing my lips around my hand and hearing my
                 small gasp of response.  I began to  stroke,  first  letting  the
                 tips  of  my  fingers  rotate  on  my  clit,  then traveling down
                            further, plunging the fingers into my vulva.
                 I continued my motions, first plunging in and  then  withdrawing,
                 until  I  found a rhythm to follow, thrusting my hips up and back
                 to guide my fingers in  and  out  of  my  now-swollen  lips.   My
                 excitement  grew  as  I  moved;  I  can't describe the agonizing,
                 wonderful heat that I felt, hearing myself whisper  my  name  and
                                   feeling my hands in my pussy.
                 And I wanted myself to come  once  more.  I  wanted  to  feel  my
                 growing  excitement,  then my sounds of surprise, then the way my
                 entire body begins to shake when I'm there.  I  wanted  to  taste
                 But I stopped.  I was feeling disoriented, and  for  a  moment  I
                 couldn't  understand why I hadn't let myself finish, until I once
                 again remembered that I was in the middle of a parking  lot  that
                 was  as  bright  as  day, and noticed several passersby who could
                      easily have turned such intimacy into a spectator sport.
                 "I'm sure the  car  was  rocking,"  I  laughed  to  myself  as  I
                 rearranged  myself  and  prepared to follow the audience into the
                 theater.  And I noticed a police car which had pulled up at  some
                 point,  unremarked  by  me.  Perhaps I was right to stop--can you
                 imagine the mortification of being caught in such a position by a
                                 duly-appointed officer of the law?
                 But my excitement hadn't abated at all by the time I  had  seated
                 myself  at  the very back of the theater, in the uppermost row of
                 seats that formed a stairstep configuration; from where I  sat  I
                 overlooked  the  entire  theater.  No, if anything I was now more
                 excited, feeling my bare thighs pressed together under my  skirt,
                 no  underwear still, knowing how easy it would be for me to touch
                 my secrets and feel the warmth and the wetness  that  my  earlier
                                       attentions had caused.
                 At some point during the movie, I moved my hand to my thigh  once
                 more,   stroking  myself  casually,  almost  absent-mindedly,  it
                 seemed. But then I was slowly pushing my skirt up again, inch  by
                           inch, until my fingers rested on my bare skin.
                 Now, I felt a moment of panic, but  looking  around,  I  realized
                 that  no  one  could  see  me, and, as long as I was able to stay
                 quiet, no one need know what  was  going  on.   So  I  continued,
                            moving my troublesome skirt out of the way.
                 Once again my fingers met first the extra-sensitive skin  of  the
                 insides  of  my thighs, and I remember that I willingly spread my
                       legs apart for myself, wanting to feel my excitement.
                 And as before, my touch soon had me shaking with the need to make
                 love  to myself.  Even as I thrust my fingers inside me, my other
                 hand moved to my jacket pocket, feeling for the long, hard object
                                          I carried there.
                 And I stroked myself as I  had  before,  hearing  my  soft  moans
                 again.   I  recall what I murmered to myself then; "I can't wait.
                                     I want it inside me now."
                 Never mind the presence of a respectable  crowd  not  fifty  feet
                 below  me.  I had wanted it inside me all evening, wanted to feel
                             myself being entered directly and deeply.
                 Moving very slowly, I placed the dildo on its broad,  flat  base,
                 so that it stood up proudly in the theatre seat.  As I positioned
                 myself above it and lifted my skirt, facing the screen as I  was,
                 I  could  feel  the head of my surrogate cock brushing against my
                 moistened lips and my swollen clit, and it felt so achingly  good
                 that I was almost ready to come before I lowered myself down onto
                                  it and felt it pushing into me.
                 I unbuttoned the first few buttons of my blouse again, and then I
                 moved  one  hand  inside  to stroke my breasts.  I love the way I
                 touch my nipples, and, though I really would have liked  to  feel
                 my lips there, the gently insistent stroking of my fingertips was
                 I began to move within myself then, as I thrust the dildo  inside
                 me from behind.  First in, deep, then out, almost all the way, so
                 that the head of my plastic lover was entering me over and  over.
                 I  had  lost  all touch with such details as time or place, but I
                 remember that I was honestly trying to be quiet, doing  a  pretty
                 good  job, too, until my thumb came around and began to stroke my
                 clit, stiff and slick with my wetness.  Then I think I made  some
                                 sounds.  Do I remember?  I don't.
                 And I came then--the sensation of that hardness so deep inside me
                 combined  with my deliberate caresses brought me off almost right
                 away.  I felt my hand moving  harder  then,  and  faster,  and  I
                 stiffened,  gasped,  and  started  to  tremble.  Then I felt more
                 heat, more wetness, as I  came  deep  inside  with  a  few  final
                 thrusts.   I  felt  the  violence of my heartbeat, felt my breath
                                      coming ragged and warm.
                 For the duration of the evening, I felt my wetness on my  thighs,
                            and I felt so desirable, so feminine then--
                      I look forward to my next parking-in-the-dark adventure.


Did you like that Hot sex story?
For hot gay female masturbation story sex stories like this one and
gay female masturbation story porn story pictures and movies.

Enter Girls N Toys For gay female masturbation story

adult female masturbation
advanced female masturbation technique
advice female masturbation
art of female masturbation
best female masturbation
best female masturbation technique
black female masturbation
demonstration of female masturbation
ejaculation female masturbation
erotic female masturbation story
first female masturbation stories
first female masturbation story
forced female masturbation
free female masturbation
free female masturbation clip
free female masturbation movie
free female masturbation mpeg
free female masturbation pic
free female masturbation picture
free female masturbation pictures
free female masturbation technique
free female masturbation tip
free female masturbation video
free female masturbation video clip
free female masturbation videos
gay female masturbation
gay female masturbation picture
gay female masturbation sex
gay female masturbation story
gay female mutual masturbation
homemade female masturbation toy
information on female masturbation
female anal masturbation
female anal masturbation technique
female anal masturbation tip
female female masturbation
female masturbation aids
female masturbation book
female masturbation cam
female masturbation clip
female masturbation club
female masturbation device
female masturbation dvds
female masturbation experience
female masturbation galleries
female masturbation gallery
female masturbation gifs
female masturbation group
female masturbation groups
female masturbation guide
female masturbation help
female masturbation image
female masturbation images
female masturbation machine
female masturbation movie
female masturbation movies
female masturbation mpeg
female masturbation orgasm
female masturbation partner
female masturbation photo
female masturbation photos
female masturbation pic
female masturbation pic technique
female masturbation pics
female masturbation picture
female masturbation pictures
female masturbation porn
female masturbation position
female masturbation product
female masturbation sex
female masturbation sex toy
female masturbation short stories
female masturbation short story
female masturbation site
female masturbation solo video
female masturbation stories
female masturbation story
female masturbation story free
female masturbation stripper
female masturbation survey
female masturbation technics
female masturbation technique
female masturbation technique and tips
female masturbation technique picture
female masturbation technique pictures
female masturbation tecniques
female masturbation tip
female masturbation tool
female masturbation toy
female masturbation trick
female masturbation video
female masturbation video clip
female masturbation video clips
female masturbation videos
female masturbation ways
female masturbation xxx
female mutual masturbation
female nude masturbation
female teen masturbation
preteen female masturbation
public female masturbation
shefemale masturbation
solo female masturbation
straight female masturbation

Sexy gay female masturbation story - Hot gay female masturbation story in these Xxx Pictures and Porn Movies at Girls N Toys

Copyright © 2003, gay female masturbation story, All Rights Reserved®
Any Unauthorized Duplication Will Be Prosecuted.