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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

By Spurtz

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #1
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3

Mom Katie: If you read the three previous installments of this story, you will know that I was very concerned that my fresh-out-of-high school daughter Jill was still a virgin. I got the warped idea that teaching her something about sex using my new husband Bill, her step-father, was a solution. I was partly right but mostly wrong. It started off by just exposing her to an erect penis in a hot tub party that I had suggested. Unfortunately once she had viewed Bill’s monster dick, she went crazy sucking him off right in the hot tub.

The next morning, Jill then suggested that we become a nudist family at home. Looking back, I now realize that she wanted to do that so she would have instant access to Bill’s cock any time she wanted. I went along with it because I felt guilty for letting everything get started. Before I even realized what was happening, she was getting Bill off three or four times every day. Masturbating him, blowing him, and mostly fucking him.

My solution was to bring our friend Steve into the picture. Steve was a young guy who Bill and I had started having threesome sessions with about a year ago while Jill was away at an exclusive all-girl’s boarding school. Jill had no clue about any of this. She had no idea that Bill and I were swingers.

Foursome Steve: I thought I had hit a home run when I hooked up with Bill and Katie. Katie was a terrific fuck and was probably the best looking woman I had ever been with. That is, until I met Jill. Additionally my sessions with Bill and Katie had led into some cock sucking between myself and Bill. I had never sucked a dick before but one of the natural things that MFM threesomes lead to is sexual contact between the two guys. It just happens and it’s so natural. And fun.

Then when I was introduced to Jill, I knew I had hit a grand slam home run. Katie was beautiful but Jill was drop-dead beautiful. And still a teen. And all that girl wanted to do was suck and fuck. She had her cherry taken by Bill’s big cock and now she was obsessed with big dicks. Fortunately my cock was about the same size as Bill’s and Jill would spend the entire day playing with it, if allowed.

Unfortunately, because I had a regular job, I was limited to evenings and weekends with Jill. Katie, for whatever reason, wanted us to only get together at her house. There was no privacy. We were free to do whatever we wanted anywhere in the house as long as there were no locked doors. Since neither Katie or Bill seemed to mind, I would fuck Jill right on the living room sofa in the presence of both of them. Sometimes Bill and I would take turns fucking Jill. Katie would never admit it, but I could tell she somehow secretly got off on seeing either of our big cocks stretching the vaginal lips of her teen daughter.

Stepdad Bill: When Steve came on the scene, it did put a damper on how frequently I could fuck Jill. But he could usually only make it a couple of evenings during the week and then on the weekend. On those days when Jill knew there would be no Steve, she would be quite insistent that I get her off at least twice. I could tell Katie was not happy with how often my erect penis found its way into Jill’s sopping wet pussy. She seemed powerless to slow Jill down and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Katie and I talked about it and we resigned ourselves to the fact that we would just have to wait it out. At some point, the constant sex would get to be old hat and things would slow down. I secretly hoped it wouldn’t be any time soon.

Mom Katie: The amount of sex that was taking place in our house was astounding. The crazy thing was that on one hand I hated it, but on the other I secretly enjoyed it. I never understood why, but I got a sexual thrill watching the two men punish Jill’s body with their monster cocks. Surprisingly, even with Jill’s open pussy available to either man any time they wanted it, I wasn’t ignored. Both Bill and Steve went out of their way to make sure I was getting as much cock as I wanted. I wasn’t as insatiable as Jill, but usually one daytime fuck and one nighttime fuck was enough to keep me happy. And in between I got my share of having my pussy and asshole licked while masturbating those big cocks, sometimes both at the same time. Jill would sometimes join in and finger the guy’s assholes or help me lick up any excess semen that got spilled.

One recent morning the three of us were at the breakfast nook, nude as usual. I looked over at Bill and his cock was fully erect and sticking straight up, peeking over the top edge of the table. Although he spent a good portion of the day with a hard-on, it was unusual to see it standing proud this early. I asked him about it. I noticed it appeared to have more color than usual. I jokingly accused him of jacking off. Considering that Jill was eagerly available to jack or suck his cock any time he wanted, it would be odd for him to jack off. I have subsequently learned that even when a ready hand or vagina is available, men still enjoy some solo jacking.

Anyway, Bill responded that he hadn’t been jacking off and he had no ready explanation for the erection. Sometimes it just happened, he claimed. Jill was sitting next to him and she reached out and put the palm of her hand on the tip of his rock hard prick and started rubbing it in circles. When Bill’s cock was that hard, I knew that even the slightest stimulation felt incredibly good. Then Jill moved her hand down and gripped the shaft just under the head and started masturbating him. I wanted to tell her to stop. This was totally inappropriate. Seeing my teen daughter jacking off my husband at the breakfast table was just wrong. But I couldn’t force myself to say anything.

Daughter Jill: You have probably realized by now that I worship Bill’s monster cock. I love feeling how hard and soft it is at the same time. Although the best feeling is when his prick is buried deep in my teen cunt, or shooting a load down my throat, I also get off on jacking him off just so I can see the cum shoot out. I love it when that happens. The messier the spurts, the more I like it.

This morning his big throbbing prick looked unusually inviting. It wasn’t usually erect at the breakfast table so I looked upon this as a special treat. Even from my limited experience with just Bill and Steve, I knew that men could get extra horny at any time for no discernible reason. And I could tell this was one of those times. Bill’s cock was iron-hard with a deep purple color to the shiny head. The skin was stretched so tight on the head that it looked like it was ready to burst.

I looked at mom. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. I could tell she was horrified and turned on at the same time. She didn’t say a word and made no effort to stop me so I just kept jacking Bill’s beautiful dick like a woman possessed.

Before I even realized it was happening, huge spurts of semen shot out of Bill’s dick. And the more it spurted, the harder I jacked his cock. Stream after stream of cum jetted from his pulsating prick. The juice arced high in the air and then splattered down all over our morning’s breakfast. Three plates of bacon and eggs were covered in white globs of nut juice.

I looked at Bill’s face while I kept on jacking and he kept on shooting. His eyes were rolled back in his head and his lips were pulled tight over his teeth as the orgasm of the century hit the poor guy. Bill had snaked one arm around me when I first started jacking him off. He now pulled me tight against him and muttered to me, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” And I didn’t. I was having way too much fun.

As the spurts weakened, Bill lifted his butt up off the bench and I attempted to point his dick out over the table so he could complete his ejaculations onto our breakfast. I say “attempted” because his dick was so freaking hard, I could barely move it from its upright angle. But he still managed to get all of his semen onto the table and not on his lap or onto the breakfast nook cushions. But quite a bit did end up on my hand which I eagerly licked off and swallowed.

Katie sat there in stunned silence. I grabbed some napkins that were on the table and proceeded to wipe any excess cum off of Bill’s dick. Normally I would have licked it off but there was also something extremely erotic to me when wiping a man’s cock clean with napkins or a washcloth. It really turned me on.

I got up from the breakfast nook and pulling Bill by his prick, I led him into the adjacent living room. I sat him down and then climbed on, inserting his still throbbing erect penis into my dripping wet pussy. I wanted to be fucked.

I called to mom and asked if she could fix a fresh breakfast for us while I enjoyed Bill’s monster cock invading my hungry cunt.

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #1
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3

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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3

By Spurtz

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #1
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

Mom Katie: If you have read our two previous stories you will know that I was very concerned about my daughter Jill. She was graduating from an all-girl’s high school and was still a virgin. I felt very strongly that she needed some preparation. After all, she was drop dead beautiful with a centerfold body. Men were going to be all over her and she had to be ready.

I enlisted her stepfather, my husband, Bill, to join us in a naked hot tub party. I just wanted to expose her to an erect penis in a safe environment. I never intended it to go much beyond that. Well, I sure misjudged the parties involved. Bill has a great looking 8-1/2-inch super hard penis and almost before I knew what was happening, Jill was sucking him off.

Once that happened, I kind of gave in to the inevitable and in our next session, Bill had his penis buried to the hilt in Jill’s teen pussy. I was actually ok with it as I felt that that completed the sexual initiation of my teenage daughter. Little did I know how naïve my thinking was.

Daughter Jill: After the evening where Bill and I fucked each other’s brains out while mom watched, I wanted more. I knew mom figured it was a one-off deal and her wishes had been fulfilled. Maybe hers had, but mine hadn’t. I wanted more of Bill’s dick. My first step in accomplishing my goal was to show up at breakfast the next morning in the nude. I suggested that the whole family adopt nudity. I knew Bill would agree quickly but I was a bit surprised when mom went along with it. My thinking was that I would have instant access to Bill’s cock any time I wanted it. And with me being in the nude all day, I knew his prick would be throbbing to an erection every time he looked at me.

Before the day was out Bill and I were making the beast with two backs on the living room sofa while mom went about cleaning the house. After about the third day where Bill and I were getting it on two or three times a day, Mom took me aside for “the talk.”

Stepdad Bill: Wow. I couldn’t believe the life I was living. Somehow my wife’s teen daughter wanted to have sex with me every chance we had during the day and then I was having my usual sessions with her mom at night. And so far Katie hadn’t seemed too upset. During the day, Jill was trying to invent new ways to get me off. Sometimes that consisted of very inventive ways to masturbate my erect cock. Jill loved to see me spurt and with my cock down her throat or buried in her pussy, she couldn’t see me cum. So there was always some masturbation involved in our sexual activities

Then other times she was happy sucking me off. She had a natural talent and gave some of the best blowjobs I’d ever had. But never a day passed where she didn’t want my prick buried in her teen pussy, blasting spurts of cum against her cervix. One thing she loved to do, usually just before taking my cock in her mouth, was to grasp the base of my erect cock and rub my cockhead all over her face. This was a huge turn-on for both of us. Another fetish she had, that I equally enjoyed, was to plant wet kisses all over the head of my cock.

Mom Katie: I had allowed this constant sex activity between my daughter and my husband to go on way too long. Knowing that I was responsible for getting it started, I felt that I needed to allow it to run its course. But instead of tapering off, it was increasing. Yesterday Jill got Bill off four times. She first jacked him off, then she fucked him, followed by a blowjob, and then fucked him a second time. This started off right after breakfast and the final fuck was about 8 pm last evening. And since I seemed ok with it, they made no attempt to do it behind my back. I admit that for some crazy reason, I got off on watching them. Seeing Bill’s thick cock bury itself in my daughter’s wet pussy was an incredible turn-on. When their bodies stiffened and they both cried out, I could picture streams of semen spurting from Bill’s dick deep into my daughter’s pussy. And I would have my own involuntary orgasm just from watching. And later that night, Bill would fuck me as if I was his very first conquest of the day.

Daughter Jill: When mom told me she wanted to have a talk, I knew that Bill and I had probably taken our sexual activities a bit too far. So I wasn’t surprised when mom asked me if we couldn’t tone things down a bit. I explained that this was all new to me and I was having the best time of my life. I added that it was probably a phase I was going through and if she could just put up with it for another few days, I was sure I would lose interest.

Mom Katie: I initially agreed with Jill’s request to give it a few more days. But instead of tailing off, their sessions grew more and more heated with Bill fucking that poor girl in positions I didn’t even know existed. About the only thing they hadn’t done was Bill had not fucked her teen ass. But as big and as thick as his dick was, I wasn’t sure that would ever happen. Bill had anally penetrated me several times. And it did hurt at first but I later learned to love it. The anal cavity has way more nerve endings than the vagina, so the feeling of having a big cock up my ass was incredible and the orgasms were off the chart. But I digress.

My solution to slowing down the sex between Jill and my husband was to bring another person to the party. Jill was not aware of this but some time ago, Bill and I had discussed the idea of a threesome. How this came about was that once Bill started fucking my ass, I got a real craving to have two dicks in me. I jokingly made a comment to Bill about it and he said that it could be arranged. So what started as a casual joking comment soon blossomed into reality.

This was back when Craig’s List allowed sexual ads. Bill put up an ad that said “Sexually Adventurous Married Couple Looking for Well Endowed Young Man for a Threesome.” He included nude full body photos of both of us with our faces obscured. His huge cock was pointing to the sky and my terrific body was fully displayed. Jill got her centerfold body from me.

As a result of living in a large metropolis like Los Angeles, we got more responses than we knew what to do with. Bill never actually counted them but said it was more than eighty. A number of them could be immediately ignored. Bill’s great looking dick had attracted a large number of gay admirers. And there were the usual nutjobs who we knew right away were not what we were looking for. After winnowing the list down to about eight possibilities, Bill asked for photos. That cut the list down to three guys who he agreed to meet. First, just Bill met with them at a local coffee shop. That narrowed it down to a very nice young man named Steve. Because we had two other friends named Steve, we called him Threesome Steve. The final meeting included me, as I had the final say.

I was very taken with Steve. He was only 23 and very personable and intelligent. Good looking with a trim, athletic body. And a really great dick. We started seeing him on a regular basis and he was a terrific sex partner. And I got my desire for double penetration and it was everything I had imagined. And more.

Steve had never done any M2M stuff and neither had Bill, but once everybody was naked, things got heated and by our second session, there was a lot of cock sucking taking place between the two men. I also put their two cocks together and jacked them both off. At one point I even had both dickheads in my mouth at the same time.

Threesome Steve – When Bill called and set up a session, imagine my surprise when he answered the door totally nude and was already erect. I grabbed his dick and gave it a few friendly pumps as a greeting.

He explained that today’s session was going to be a bit different from those in the past. He went on to say that Katie’s 18-year old daughter was home from school and would be participating. I was quite taken aback upon hearing this. I knew they had a daughter who was away at a private school but being told that she was going to be part of our group sex session was quite shocking. Bill went on to tell me to get my clothes off, which I did.

Then the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life walked into the room, totally nude. Bill introduced us and when our hands touched it was like a bolt of electricity shot through my body. My cock instantly stood at attention and I could tell by the look on Jill’s face that she was impressed. She reached out and grasped my hardening prick and gave it a few loving strokes. I was totally in love. My prick is about the same size as Bill’s and it obviously met with Jill’s approval.

Then Katie arrived, also totally nude. She suggested that before any activities commenced that we needed to get acquainted.

Mom Katie: I was hoping that having a man available closer to Jill’s age might wean her off of her obsession with Bill’s cock. Steve was a very good looking kid and I knew his sexual performance equaled or exceeded Bill’s. The only downside was Jill had access to Bill’s cock all day, every day and that wouldn’t be possible with Steve. But at some point, Jill’s desire to be fucked several times every day would have to taper off. And if she still needed to have sex with Bill a few times a week, I could live with that.

As we all sat around the living room in the buff making small talk, I noticed Jill was doing a good job of keeping Steve erect. Then I made a suggestion. I knew Jill really got off on seeing cum spurt and I also knew from experience that Steve was a real cummer. He shot really huge forceful spurts when he came and I knew Jill would get off on that. So I suggested that she jack him off.

Daughter Jill: When mom suggested that I jack off my new friend Steve, I thought that was a really terrific idea. I was curious as to how much cum he could shoot and how powerful his spurts would be. So with mom and Bill watching, I proceeded to masturbate my new friend applying every trick in the book that I knew. At one point I even tickled his frenulum with my tongue while jacking the shaft. I was super tempted to take him into my mouth and suck him to orgasm but I really wanted to see him spurt. In between jacking his great cock I did suck it a few times but when I felt his body stiffen, I concentrated on furiously masturbating his monster cock. His prick was big enough that I could use both hands and soon the first spurt ejected from the tip of his rosy red dickhead. A couple of more strokes and the most powerful cumshot I had ever seen, either online or in person with Bill, ejaculated from Steve’s dick and arced out over the coffee table and landed on the tile floor, splattering in every direction, followed by several more equally powerful streams of jism. I was in heaven as I continued to pump out stream after stream of creamy juice. I honestly didn’t know a guy could cum that much. The lesser streams landed on the coffee table and then tailed off to weaker spurts that coated my hands and Steve’s thighs.

I looked at Steve’s terrific cock in wonder and then into his eyes and we both knew that something magical had taken place. With a practiced move, I quickly stood up, stepped over Steve’s legs and lowered my sopping wet cunt right onto his cum covered prick. With my knees tucked on each side of his hips, I started impaling myself onto his rigid member. As I rode up and down the length of his cock, not minding the tip banging against my cervix, I whispered in his ear, asking if he could cum again. He responded that with somebody as beautiful and as sexy as me, he could cum as much as I wanted.

With Bill and mom intently watching, I rode Steve’s cock until he filled me up with even more powerful ejaculations of semen. I then began kissing him and we exchanged incredibly erotic kisses. After a while I lifted up off of his rigid cock with his semen drooling from my cunt down all over him.

I looked over at mom and Bill and she was going down on him with one of the most vigorous blowjobs a person could provide. I’m sure that watching Steve and me had really turned them on. Within a minute or two, Bill was ejaculating a major load down mom’s throat. In the position mom was in, I could clearly see that her pussy was very wet and some juice was trailing down her thigh. I assumed she had orgasmed while sucking Bill’s cock. I had cum several times while Steve had cum twice. Poor Bill had some catching up to do. With that thought in mind I walked over to where he was sitting, determined to do my part to even things out for Bill.

I also had come up with a new name for Steve. He was now “Foursome Steve.”

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #1
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

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From An Early Age

Many people believe interest in sexual matters does not start until a child is well into the teen years. Not so.

I was eight. My parents were friends with another boy’s parents. He was eight years old also. Somehow, he and I were up in his bedroom while the parents were downstairs. For some reason we got naked. I forget why. It’s probably because he said we should do so, like some sort of game. So, it wasn’t really an accident that I saw his penis.

We started mock wrestling and rolling around together on his bed. While I didn’t stop to examine his erect little penis in detail, I found it fascinating. At one point, I saw his anus while my face was less than a foot away. I actually smelled the sweet odor. I was terribly turned on, although I had no idea what I was feeling at the time. I’ve been attracted to anuses, both male and female, ever since.

Several years later, I was in a very weird middle school situation (Inetgration) in which I saw several boys of mixed stages of puberty all naked. That too, was a huge turn-on.

In my early teens, I started to have occasional mutual masturbation sessions with boys. In my later teens, I got involved with girls, but never totally lost my interest in boys.

At age 30, I married a beautiful woman with whom I am still totally happily married 36 years later.

Please understand that even though a young child may have sexual urges or interests, these should not be acted on in any way by adults. Even seemingly innocent sexual interactions can have unexpected long-lasting negative psychological impacts that can follow children all the way into adulthood. These can result in sexual confusion, broken marriages, ongoing irritability and even health issues.

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My Male-Male Massage

I was asked whether I’ve ever had a male-male massage.


The first time that happened I had been on business, away from my wife, on the island of Maui for several weeks. I was becoming horny, and wanking wasn’t feeling sufficient.

I saw an ad in a local newspaper by a male massage practitioner that hinted it would be more than an ordinary massage. This guy advertised tantra, colonics, and all sorts of things that are out of the ordinary for conservative massage practitioners. I didn’t really even know what these things were at the time, but got the idea that it was a very personal kind of treatment. The one thing that really got me was prostate massage. None of the personal services ads for women in the little newspaper advertised anything like that. They may have offered such services, but I didn’t know and didn’t want to have my expectations left unmet. So, whereas my preference was for a woman for sure, I thought I’d just go ahead and try this guy out. How bad could it be?

Now, I’m a guy who although I had jerked off with some buddies in my teen years, was pretty well geeked out by simply hugging a man in an embrace of friendship. I would never kiss a guy or anything like that. Yuck! Right?

So, when I came to this guy’s garden apartment, I was full of all sorts of emotions. On the one hand, knowing that a prostate massage was in store, I was sexually charged up. I mean, I didn’t even really know what a prostate massage was, but had a pretty good idea that I’d enjoy it in a sexual way. On the other hand, I was scared to death. Exactly why, I couldn’t tell you, but when I was greeted at the door by the guy, my voice was literally shaky. I really felt like saying, “This was a mistake” and turning around. Realizing how fucked up that would be, I didn’t do that.

He led me to a back bedroom with a sliding glass door opening onto a shared lawn/garden area. Surely the neighbors could see into this room. Yet, he had incense burning, light indistinct instrumental music, and the room was furnished darkly and calmly. He instructed me to remove my clothes, while he remained dressed in the typical Hawaiian shirt and shorts.

He was a white guy, mid-thirties, somewhat tall, thin, with moderate length curly dark blond hair, lightened from surfing, and a neatly trimmed beard.

So, he wanted me to take my clothes off, right in front of that big glass door, where everyone could see in. What exactly was I supposed to do? Briefly the idea of immediate flight came to me. But then, I realized that not only would it be impolite but downright shocking to the poor guy. I also noticed that although the door led to the garden, it was actually open, but a screen kept the bugs out. I assumed the screen might make it hard to see into the room also. Finally, it occurred to me that no one was actually in the yard. There was no one there to look at me, although people might show up at any time. Still thinking as fast as I could, feeling almost trapped in this crazy situation, I also realized that people in the complex must know what this guy does for a living. I didn’t know any of them, and they didn’t know me. I’d just be another client. They’d probably seen it all before. Or maybe not. Geez!

All this intense thinking happened within perhaps 60 seconds. At the end of the time, I figured there was only one way out. As the poet Robert Frost said, “The best way out is always through.” So I took off my shorts and shirt, and was naked as the day I was born. Somehow, I felt like an idiot. Like a child who did something naughty in school and would be called to the principal’s office.

The massage guy had me lay face down on his sheet-covered massage table. He went to work. I didn’t know what to expect. I mean, I had never had a professional massage, not even by a woman. Come to think of it, my girlfriends in the past, and my wife, had never actually massaged me.

The guy started on my back and my upper hands and my neck with his warm, oily hands, and I found it really quite pleasurable. I thought it would quite possibly geek me out beyond words. Nothing of the sort. It was just, well, nice!

He stepped along the table, and started working my feet. I thought they’d be ticklish as they usually are, but he was evidently an expert. His warm hands felt very comfortable on my feet. Who knew?

He worked up my lower legs, then my upper legs. Then, he started massaging my glutes, my ass muscles. A couple of times he kind of pulled my ass cheeks apart. I realized he could see my actual anus. I liked the idea. I wanted him to see it. How weird is that?

In fact, I wanted him to touch my anus, or the skin just around my anus. I knew from my wife and others that attention to that area can feel quite wonderful. But he wouldn’t do it. He kept kneading my ass muscles, but never actually touched my anus.

At one point, I felt one of his fingertips brush over the underside of my scrotum. It was such a light touch, so unexpected and yet so intense it was like an electric shock. It was just a fleeting touch, and lasted only a second. Then he returned to working on my ass muscles and upper thigh muscles. I really wouldn’t have minded if he’d somehow just stroke my scrotum like that again.

A moment later, he did. Then he stopped. I believe he was adding more oil to his hands. Then the most wonderful thing in the world happened. He started stroking my anus. My actual anus. It was just light stroking, but I was in absolute heaven. Except for one thing. I felt my penis hardening under my tummy, and it was kind of squished.

I figured that under the circumstances the massage guy must know what was happening, so I went ahead and lifted my butt off the table for a moment to better reposition my cock, which by now was fully hard.

He continued to stoke my anus, and now, his forefinger was pausing momentarily at the very opening of my anus on each stroke, and soon, he was poking in maybe a centimeter or so. I was rapidly deciding that this would not be my last man-to-man massage ever. I was already thinking of booking another appointment, which is weird, because at the start of this thing, I was telling myself it it would just be an experiment. I would probably not like it, and would never do it again.

It might have been another five minutes before his finger was reaching well into my butt and literally massaging my prostate gland. I never knew it could feel like that – a sort of gotta pee feeling, but much better. Then, he had two fingers in me. Oh my god, so amazing!

After a minute, it was starting to feel kind of scratchy. I guess the anal tissue can take only so much, at least if not practiced. I know gay guys do anal intercourse and everything, so they must get used to it. It’s like volleyball. At first the bumping of the ball off your forearms hurts, but in time, it doesn’t hurt at all. So, I decided something else: I would like more anal fingering in the future. My wife had offered to do that to me once or twice in the past and like an idiot, I always said, “Oh, no thanks!”

All too soon the massage guy had me roll over. I was reluctant because he’d see my erection. I felt a sort of shame, like ‘should I be seen by this guy having an erection from attention by a male?’ I know that’s silly, but that’s what I was feeling. I mean, surely he saw erections every day, but for me it was a first, and a rather scary first indeed.

But what was I going to do, say no? Of course not, with all the prostate massage, I was so super-horny there’s no way I’d stop whatever was going to happen next.

As I rolled over, I felt wetness under me. I didn’t quite understand at the time, but the prostate massage had caused some semen to be squeezed out of the gland, through my urethra and onto the sheet under me. I know now that’s fairly common and natural.

So there I was laying on my back with probably the hardest erection I had ever had in my life sticking straight up in front of this massage guy. And, come to think of it, I could be seen by anyone who might be in the garden just ten feet away. I didn’t dare look out the door to see if anyone was there.

Normally, when I’m laying on my back with an erection, my cock lays against my stomach. Today, it was sticking straight up like a flagpole. Evidently, it was possible to get harder than I normally did, resulting in this real, true, sticking straight up erection.

The massage guy surprised me by ignoring my erection altogether. I thought he was going to give me a handjob or something, which I really, really wanted at that point. But no. Instead he was massaging my arms, my legs, my chest, the palms of my hands, my fingers, my toes, even my face, but not my cock. I became conscious of the time. Was my hour nearly up? Was I going to go through all this remarkably amazing attention and not even end up with an orgasm?

I needn’t have worried. After a while he did something so weird that I have jacked off several times just remembering it. He started massaging my scrotum with his slippery, oily hands. Then, he was massaging my balls within my scrotum. They were slipping back and forth between his thumbs and fingertips like wet bars of soap. It was almost too much. It was almost hurting, but not quite.
Bang, I came! He hadn’t even touched my cock, yet I was shooting semen four or five centimeters straight up, which splashed back down onto my belly. I was squirming, I was yelling, I was laughing.

Well, that was the best massage of my life. Hell, it was the only massage I had ever had, but I knew for sure it would not be my last. I should say it was the best orgasm of my life, and that includes all the things I’ve done with my wife. I mean, it was literally better than intercourse. And to think, it was with a man, not a woman!

As that orgasm was happening, the massage guy kept kneading my balls. He wasn’t touching my dick at all. That was a little frustrating. You know how when you cum, you want to keep stroking until it’s finished, right? Yet, he just let me cum like that without touching my dick.

As I calmed down, he let go of my balls, and then, he wrapped a fist around my still hard cock. In the past, when a girlfriend or my wife did that, it was unbearable. You know, when you cum, you’re done. No more touching, thank you very much!

But not this time. His hand was oily and warm, and felt really, really nice. He started stroking up and down, as if I hadn’t just cum. Oh my god. I thought it would be unbearable, or ticklish or something, but it was super-wonderful. Guess what? Within a minute, I came again. It was the first time in my life that I had two orgasms in a row.

He continued to simply hold my penis for another minute as I settled down again, then he quietly told me I could stay on his table as long as I wanted, then use his shower when I was ready. He left the room.

I did stay there perhaps 5 minutes, then I did use his shower. I paid him, I thanked him profusely, and I did indeed book another appointment.

So that’s what it was like for me to be massaged by a male.

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Sitting on Things

Sexual Sitting on Things

Since before recorded history, men and women have been sitting on things for sexual pleasure.

Women have the advantage in that they have two holes to play with. Women have been known to sit on bedposts and gearshifts, as well as all the usual stuff such as dildos and brush handles.

Of course women are more inclined to sit on things to fill their vaginas, but anal sitting is certainly of interest to some women.

For those who enjoy sitting on things, including your authors, much of the joy seems to be the stretching. How much can one successfully accommodate without pain? And for some, the pain is a fun component also.

One must be really cautious. In fact, you might enjoy sexual sitting vicariously, then have orgasms in more usual ways. The dangers include: Having an object slip entirely into a vagina or anus that cannot be extracted, slipping so suddenly your whole weight falls on the object, injuring your body, going too far and tearing something important, and infection.

If you must, do use lots of lube. Go slowly. Make sure you can’t suddenly slip, putting more weight on an object than you should.

Your author found a hollow plastic juggling club, an object with a round ball at the end just over an inch (25mm) in diameter. Using coconut oil, he lubed it up and slowly, ever so slowly sat down on it. That was just too much. It was starting to hurt, so your author stopped. Then he tried again, and he felt the most delicious stretch. It was no longer painful. In fact, it was delightful, then suddenly, the ball was all the way in. Your author pushed the juggling club in further until the ball was pressing nicely on his prostate. The sensation was a sort of gotta-pee feeling, but nicer. A few drops of semen were being squeezed out of his prostate and slipped along his urethra then dripped out on the carpet. So, he came, but it wasn’t orgasmic.

Then your author went for a walk around the house. The bulk of the juggling club was sticking out of his ass like a tail. He could feel it’s weight tugging ever so slightly on the ball still in his rectum. He could feel the club waiving around with his footsteps.

Being able to resist no longer, he jerked off to a wonderful orgasm. He felt the orgasmic contractions constricting around the stem of the juggling club.

After settling down, he tried to pull the club out, but his ass was clamping down tight. It would not come out. After a minute, he tried again, pulling very slowly as his ass expanded, and then, finally it was out.

Then your author discovered that washing that plastic club with several kinds of soap over the course of several minutes would not entirely remove the sweet anal odor. It didn’t smell like poop, but was concerning because the anal gland smell, although attractive, might be a sure give-away to anyone who would use that club.

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Monica Develops Some New Treatments

By Spurtz

See The First Monica Post: Home Health Exam

Hi, it’s Monica, your friendly nurse practitioner, with another report on my various home visits. To refresh your memory, a nurse practitioner (NP) is just one step below a doctor and typically makes $35,000 to $40,000 a year more than a registered nurse. My particular specialty is performing home health visits to primarily Medicare patients. These visits are typically performed on an annual basis.

In my last report I detailed how during one of my home health visits, I had been exposed to a patient’s impressive erection and ended up masturbating him to a glorious ejaculation. This was way outside the norm and I could lose my license if it was reported. But after a guy cums, he’s not usually interested in reporting it.

However, once I realized that my job had perks that I had never considered before, I wanted to explore the possibilities that were potentially available to me. Keep in mind that the majority of my visits are to men 65 years of age and older. Most of whom are overweight and unattractive. But a small percentage of them are very fit, good looking, older men. With those men, I’ve found that when an attractive young woman like myself shows even the tiniest amount of sexual interest, it is eagerly accepted. My sexual interest always starts out as totally benign and is disguised as a medical procedure only.

I have to be extremely careful in how far I go. Once I get into marginal areas, an uptight patient could report me and I would not only be out of a job, I would also lose my license. So as I am proceeding into questionable areas, I am very, very particular about how much nudity I ask for.

For example, I have two procedures that I perform that are not part of my regular exam. But my patients don’t know this. And even when I bring up the procedures, many men are hesitant to let me do it. Under those circumstances, I go ahead with the standard exam, but make no attempt to take it further.

But some men have no problem with these exams and then I know that there is the possibility of going further than the law would allow. The two exams are checking for hernias and checking for an enlarged prostate. I always start with the hernia exam which requires the patient to undress and expose his genitals. Usually during the exam I might have to move his penis or testicles out of the way when going from one side to the other checking for a hernia. I can instantly tell if the patient is okay with what I am doing. A very few uptight guys might have some objection to me handling their junk and I never take those exams any further.

But most men will start to get an erection. When this happens, they always start to apologize but I quickly let them know that it’s not only normal, but it’s actually appreciated by me. I always tell them that as a woman who knows she is attractive, I would be disappointed if they didn’t get hard. I usually have my fingers wrapped around their cock when I tell them this and without fail I can feel it getting harder. Then I will massage their nutsack telling them I am looking for any abnormalities as their prick rises to full attention. This nutsack inspection is a legitimate exam. Depending on my mood, I will usually tell them that as long as they are fully erect, it’s probably a good idea to see if they can produce a normal ejaculation. Most are amazed that I am proposing to jerk them off to an orgasm but nobody has ever said not to do it.

As you can imagine, my patients love it when I proceed to give them the best handjob they have had in years. If I find the guy particularly attractive, I will manage to slip a lubed finger up his asshole while jerking him off. You can’t imagine how grateful these men are after I’ve milked every last drop of semen from their now wilting pricks.

But sometimes I stop before getting to the masturbation stage and I will tell them that my records show they are due for a prostate exam. And that as long as they are already disrobed, now would be a good time to do it. Now giving prostate exams is definitely not part of my list of procedures that I am supposed to do. But I did have training in med school. The school had two men; one with a normal prostate, and one with an enlarged prostate. Each of the students had the opportunity to insert a finger in each guy’s rectum in order to feel the difference. So I do know what an enlarged prostate feels like.

To perform the exam, I have a heavy duty sheet that I put down over the patient’s bed that keeps any stray fluids from staining the bed coverings. Then I have the patient lay flat on his back, and draw his knees up as far as comfortably possible. This still doesn’t give me the perfect access to his anus so I have a special pillow that goes under his butt that gives me a better shot at that special spot. This also put the patient in a very vulnerable and somewhat embarrassing position.

Many doctors prefer to have the patient lay on his side and draw one knee up to give access for a prostate exam. But I do not like that position because at that angle I could only see balls and no cock. And as you will find out, seeing the cock was the most important part of the exam.

Once my lubed finger penetrates the patient’s ass, his cock immediately gets hard. Some quicker than others. Once I find the prostate, I tell them that there was a minor indication of enlargement and that recent medical studies have shown that frequent massaging of the prostate could stop or limit the enlargement. Then I ask if it was ok to go ahead with the massage. By this time they have gotten over the initial negative feelings of a finger up their butt and are starting to like it, and they always tell me to proceed. After much experimentation in the past I had learned exactly how to massage a prostate to produce a spectacular cumshot. I had a longtime boyfriend who loved to have his asshole fingered and after hundreds of ejaculations through prostate massage, I was an expert at it.

Note that some health experts feel prostate massage is beneficial. There is no definitive proof that it actually will reduce an enlarged prostate but my patients don’t need to know that.

As I worked my magic I would tell the man that this prostate massage would likely produce an ejaculation and not to worry about it as it was totally normal. Positioned between his legs I could look down and see his throbbing erection and sure enough, pretty soon he would be spurting streams of semen all over his stomach and chest. Some guys shot so hard it would even hit their face. I was so good at the prostate massage that I have been able to get every single patient to orgasm with great looking cumshots that I love to see. There is something about seeing streams of jism shooting out of all those dicks that turns me on so strongly, that I orgasm on my own just by watching.

Note that sometimes I do detect an actual enlarged prostate. I inform the patient and then suggest he see a urologist for the proper medication. But I go ahead and provide a prostate massage anyway. It’s the least I can do. Note that as an NP I can legally write prescriptions but I tend to keep that to fairly mild situations. I prefer the patient see a specialist for prostate issues.

After it’s over and they lay there totally drained, without fail they would remind me that I had said frequent prostate massages were beneficial. They all wanted to know “how frequent?” My answer was that the ideal timing was every three months but that was probably not realistic so every six months was still productive.

Every guy wanted to immediately book a return visit in three months. But I pointed out that this procedure was only covered by insurance on an annual basis. The next question was could they pay for it themselves and if so, how much was it. My response was that I got paid $400 for the regular visit but to come back just for the prostate massage would be $300.

I know that accepting money to make these guys cum means I am nothing but a whore but I don’t really see it that way. I am providing a healthful service that also gives some needed joy to my older patients.

I am now up to three or four of these special prostate massages a week and have difficulty fitting them into my regular nursing schedule. So I have started doing them on weekends. Sometimes three in the same day. It’s bringing me an extra $50,000 to $60,000 a year tax free. I only accept cash and do not provide receipts. Call me if you need a prostate massage. I still have a few spots open on Sundays.

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Two Horny Girls With an Interest in Science

You know Michael’s right? It’s the craft store. I was in there because as you know, I love crocheting. My mom gave me some money to buy more yarn.

So, in the next aisle over there were two women talking. I couldn’t see them because the shelves of yarn are stacked so high. But anyway, what they were saying changed my life in the most incredible and positive way.

“When my baby was born, it didn’t hurt at all. Well, almost not at all. And at that moment, as the baby was coming out, I had an orgasm. It’s because Jake and I were playing a lot with fisting. That really makes a difference.”

That’s what I actually heard! I could hardly believe my ears!

I rounded the corner to see who was saying that. The women had already moved on and I barely caught a glimpse of them. It appeared to be two women in their twenties, each pushing a baby stroller. I really wanted to see their faces. Like, who would these women be to talk so freely about such things, and, come to think of it, to do such things? I didn’t even really know what fisting was, but I had a good idea from that brief conversation.

I thought about racing ahead of the two women toward the front of the store so I could see them, but figured that would be too awkward and obvious.

Well, I got my yarn and went home. Crocheting is nice because for much of it, you don’t have to focus. It’s just loop, loop, loop, so you can let your mind wander, at least until you come to edges or changes. And, I’ll tell you what, my mind did wander! I couldn’t get that conversation out of my head. In fact, what that woman said to her friend rattled around in my head for days.

One thing it did was it made me terribly horny. Up until then, the only masturbation I had done was some little-girl things, you know admiring my naked self in a mirror, just kind of gently touching my labia, running my fingers over my nipples, touching my anus, that sort of thing. In fact, I had never experienced an orgasm. I think once I was close and started feeling something like chills, which scared me, so I backed off.

It’s kind of embarrassing talking about this sort of thing. Is it OK?

[“Oh, totally,” I assured her.]

Now, my best friend since first grade, Andi, had no idea what was going on inside me after hearing that, but I was busting to tell her, to tell anyone. It was just to big, too weird, to keep inside.

A few days later, while she and I were sitting in my bedroom crocheting, I let the cat out of the bag. It was difficult. It worried me that she’d think I was a freak just for hearing such a thing. Or just for thinking about it or something. Like, you know what I mean, right?

Trying to sound matter-of-fact about it, like Gayle King or some news reporter, I told Andi what I had heard. I’m pretty sure I was blushing as I said it.

Fortunately, Andi is more straight-forward than me. Maybe even what you might call rebellious. She responded, “That’s so cool!”

We fell silent for a moment, then she said in a strangely quiet voice, “Tell me more.”

“Well, that’s all there was.” Then I asked her if it’s true.

“If what’s true?”

“I mean, well, is fisting a thing? And is it what it sounds like? And if a woman does that a whole lot, will it make childbirth less painful?”

I blurted all that out, still quite embarrassed about even discussing such things.

There was a practical side to this. Since before I can remember, I’ve always wanted to have kids, and yet I was scared to death about all the pain that women say they have when giving birth.

I was hoping somehow Andi knew about such things, but like me, she didn’t have a clue.

We turned to Wikipedia. Boy, did we learn some stuff, and in the process, I started jittering, almost like shivering. So did Andi. She was feeling the same thing. We talked about what was happening, and tried to understand it. I know now that it was extreme horniness.

We sat in silence for a while. Then, sheepishly, she asked me, “Have you ever done anything like that?”

“Fisting? Heck no!”

“Um, no, I mean like… masturbating.”

I told her about the few little things I’ve done.

“So you never even had an orgasm?”

“I guess not. It’s no big deal, right? Like I could wait until I’m married.”

I think this was the opportunity Andi was looking for. And dare I say it, an opportunity I wanted more than anything also, although unconsciously.

She blurted out, “No big deal? Hell, it’s a huge deal!”

Over the next half-hour we got to talking really earnestly, and more intimately than I ever imagined I could with anyone, even Andi. She ended up admitting that she masturbates at least once a day, and that orgasms are really something. She went on to say that I simply had to experience an orgasm, and it was a real shame that I hadn’t already.

She ended breaking the minute of silence after that with, “I wouldn’t mind helping you.”

“Huh?”

“Like, I wouldn’t mind showing you, I mean helping you, have your first orgasm.”

“No, too crazy,” I rapidly replied.

“Um, probably so,” she admitted.

I was immediately disappointed in myself. If I understood what she was offering, I turned it down. Huge mistake. What might have happened if I had said yes? After her carrying on about how great orgasms were, I really had to have one. Plus, I was so charged up. I was literally shivering, even though it was plenty warm in my bedroom.

And that was it. She ended up heading home, and a little later, I finally stopped feeling so feverish. That night before falling asleep, I did start touching my vagina in various ways, and it was really nice, but nothing more happened.

Two days later found Andi and I in my bedroom again. Again my parents were out of the house. Only my brother was home, as usual, down in the basement doing his science experiments. I mean, even though Andi and I really like our biology class in school, my older brother Luke is a real scientist. He’s got a little laboratory down there with a microscope and everything. His deal is something about chemistry and electricity. Frankly, I don’t know exactly what he’s doing, but he keeps getting praise from my parents, people at school, and so on for his science projects.

So Andi and I started by reading the required pages in our biology textbooks. We read them to each other. The chapter was on photosynthesis. It was fun. then we got to crocheting again. We were silent for a while.

In a quiet voice, Andi sounding all scientific said, “I have a hypothesis.”

“Oh?”

She hesitated. She stammered, which was odd for her. Then super-quiet, as if my brother way down in the basement might have heard us, which of course he couldn’t, she added, “My hypothesis is that you’d really enjoy an orgasm.”

Like an idiot, I didn’t take the bait, “Oh, I guess, maybe.”

“I think we should run an experiment. You should try to get an orgasm, then report on what it was like for you.”

“You mean like a report in front of the whole class? No way! Hell no! Besides, what has that got to do with photosynthesis?”

She hesitated for a long time, then evidently more horny than I would have figured, she said, “No silly. I mean you should have an orgasm then just report to me, not the whole school!”

I thought about it. That funny shivering effect was coming over me again. Finally I spoke, “Well, you remember the other day, I mentioned that I’ve tried some masturbating, and nothing happened.”

“I think you didn’t do it right or do it enough.”

“Hmm, maybe. Maybe if I could somehow see how it works. Like see some other woman having an orgasm.”

In retrospect, that must have been my subconscious driving me to say that, because where it was going was fairly obvious, right?

More hesitation, then Andi, again in a small voice said, “I’ll show you… I mean, if you’d want to see that.” She quickly rushed to follow that with, “I.. I mean like it would be scientific. You’d get to see what this phenomenon called orgasm is.”

I laughed. Part of it was surely nervousness. Part of it was how hilarious it was to hear Andi try the word ‘phenomenon’ and try to make it sound scientific.

She didn’t laugh. She smiled like as if she was embarrassed.

I was so horny, although at the time I didn’t realize what was coming over me. Here’s what I said, “If you’re willing to show me, then I, I, I think it would be helpful.” Why did I stutter?

Andi said she’d go ahead and masturbate right there on my bed. Then a minute later, she changed her mind. A few minutes later she went home.

I was remarkably disappointed! Why? I had no idea, but I surely was.

The next afternoon, after mostly silently crocheting for a half-hour, she, once again talking almost in a whisper, as if conspiring about something said, “I’m ready now.”

You’d think I would have immediately understood what she meant, but I had to ask.

“Look, science is about observation, right? So, I’ll show you what an orgasm looks like.”

I’m no fool. By now, I was starting to realize that this whole orgasm business with Andi was becoming the most important thing in the world to me.

“OK.”

“OK?”

“Yes, let me see.”

“Ummm…”

Then she added, “This is for science, right?”

“Of course,” was all I could say.

“But I’d feel weird being all naked in front of you.”

My hormones were speaking for me at this point. “I guess we should get naked together. That would be better, right?”

“What about your brother?”

“Luke never comes up here. At most, he might go in the kitchen for a snack. Plus I’ll lock my door, just in case.”

After a couple of false starts, she and I started taking off our clothes. I was all feverish and jittery again. I was actually wondering if I might be coming down with the flu or something.

I was practically shocked when Andi’s bra came off. She had real tits. Big puffy very white ones with huge pink nipples, not like my dark little pancakes with pencil erasers.

Andi, on the other hand, was just staring at me. Finally she spoke, “Oh my god, Laney, you are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

After some awkwardness, she laid down on my bed, and started rubbing her vagina with one hand, with the other, she was very lightly running her fingertips over one of her nipples. She was staring straight at me in a way that made me both self-conscious and proud at the same time.

Andi asked me to turn around so she could see my little brown ass. I complied. Then she asked me to come close and look right at her vagina. It was wet. She continued to rub that little magical spot that I later learned was called her ‘clitoris.’ Hers was bigger than mine. Now, I could see she was visibly shaking, and she was starting to involuntarily go “Ohh, Oh, Oooo…”

Suddenly she arched her back, and screamed “Fuck” so loud I wasn’t sure Luke didn’t hear it.

She quit moving, and although breathing heavily, she was otherwise perfectly still.

I didn’t really see any sort of, well whatever anyone is supposed to see with an orgasm but it didn’t matter. I wanted that. Whatever it was that had just happened to her looked absolutely marvelous, and I wanted it very badly.

I scootched on the bed right next to her. Our thighs were touching. I started doing what she did, and within less than a minute, I had my first ever orgasm. It was by far the best science experiment I ever performed in my life. She was staring right at my pussy and smiling.

Within the next couple of weeks, we did that several more times. I can’t say we ever got used to it, but it did normalize enough that we could start experimenting with other things. With Andi, I learned French kissing, what Wikipedia called “cunnilingus,” and of course mutual masturbation. It didn’t take us long at all to start doing that to each other. Oh, and one other thing, I had no idea how important and wonderful it is to touch one’s nipples while masturbating. And how much better it is to have your friend lick and suck your nipples!

We discussed many things. Like, were we being lesbians? Then we decided it didn’t matter. We were just having too much fun to care.

Eventually, the conversation came back to what started the whole thing. One day we were discussing that business that the two women in Michael’s had intrigued me with in the first place: Fisting.

We wondered if it was healthy. We wondered whether it would actually make giving birth more comfortable. We wondered if it would stretch us out so that sex when we’d have sex with boys, we’d be somehow ruined. We wondered if it was even possible.

By this time, we had learned to put two fingers in each others vaginas, curl the fingers forward, and give each other orgasms by rubbing what we eventually discovered were our G-spots.

We kind of figured out from Wikipedia and other sources, that fisting was OK. It wasn’t going to kill us. But what about sex with boys? Would our vaginas be too loose?

Our talk returned to science. We both figured out we could say anything, propose any crazy ideas, by claiming it was scientific inquiry. That’s how we discovered anal fingering. Our hypothesis was that it might feel good. When we ran the experiments, we found out just how good it did, in fact, feel! Somehow, I was able to have orgasms from anal stimulation alone, something Andi never quite managed.
We delayed any experiments with fisting for a while. Frankly, it kind of scared us. However, we did become more interested in sex with boys. The subject of Luke’s microscope came up. What about sperm? Wouldn’t it be a great scientific observation to see some sperm? But of course that was out of the question. Where would we get any of that?

We started discussing that possibility in earnest. It seems we were both very interested in seeing sperm. What about Carl? He was a popular boy at school. No, neither of us could ask him a thing like that. What about Cameron? He was kind of nerdy kid. Surely he wouldn’t mind contributing some sperm. No way, we just couldn’t imagining ourselves asking him either.

“What about Luke?” Andi asked.

“No fucking way.” I immediately replied.

“Why not?”

“Well…” actually, I didn’t have an answer.

As I sure you can imagine, we got to the point where we had to ask him. Two girls can accomplish anything if they get horny enough.

Within a week, all giggling and crazy, we went down to the basement and asked Luke whether his microscope would be adequate for looking at sperm.

He told us it was. At that point, we had no idea how to proceed. How to ask him whether he’d be willing to donate some to our scientific cause.

We needn’t have worried. I had no idea what a horndog my brother is. He volunteered, but with a catch, one which almost ruined the whole idea. He said that since he’d need inspiration. Then he stopped speaking, looking at Andi and I weirdly.

After a moment, he continued, “I probably wouldn’t be able to produce any sperm unless I had some inspiration.”

We didn’t get it. Well, I had an inkling what he was asking, but geez, really?

Sure enough, he wasn’t going to give us any sperm unless we both got naked so he could look at us while masturbating. You’d think I would freak out, but no, I was really, really into it! I’d get to see a boy’s dick live for the first time in my life. I mean, I had seen some on the Internet, but not in person. Andi was feeling the exact same way.

Fortunately my parents, both nurses, were working at the hospital as they were most afternoons. Luke and I have been latchkey kids since we were old enough not to burn the house down.

The three of us tromped up to my bedroom, and shyly, we started shedding clothing. Luke was the last one out of his underwear. He was immediately erect. It was sticking straight out at a 45 degree angle.

OK, so he’s my own brother, but I’ve got to admit as soon as I saw that, I was so incredibly horny that I felt wetness flowing from my vagina and dribbling down one leg.

He got to work almost immediately, and within a minute, Andi and I saw live for the first time, a boy ejaculating, thick and white.

We got a microscope slide, and we really did see sperm wiggling around. The resolution wasn’t great, so they were more like little blobs with single hairs sticking out of them, but there they were.

Seeing him jerk off like that opened a huge new chapter in our lives. The three of us masturbated together and masturbated each other regularly. You’d think I wouldn’t care to have my brother sticking his fingers in my vag and my ass, and fingering my nipples, but to tell you the truth, I loved it. I also got to wrap my hand around his warm hard penis several times, and see the sperm shooting out.

The idea of fisting came up again, but this time the discussion involved all three of us. We asked Luke whether the fisting would ruin our vaginas for future husbands.

“There’s only one way to find out,” he said laughing. Then he explained. “This is science. I propose we test your vaginal canals before and after.”

As he said that, I noticed a really intense stare of longing between him and Andi. The very next day, he produced some rubbers from somewhere. In my very presence, while I masturbated like a crazy person, they fucked. This was Andi’s first time. They tried to take their time, while he tried to describe exactly how her vagina felt around his penis. I had orgasmed, so now I was taking notes. He came quite suddenly, in the rubber, in her vagina. She was so blissed out. She reported after she calmed down that it didn’t hurt at all. She and I had been afraid of the first time having sex. One hears stories of minor pain and bleeding. Evidently, all our recent masturbatory activity had reduced our hymens to nothing.

The next day, Luke said the experiment wasn’t done. The sample size wasn’t large enough. Of course in real science experiments the tests are conducted with hundreds or even thousands of subjects, but there were only two of us, and I was Luke’s sister.

I realized where he was going with this, and I didn’t like it. Masturbating with my brother, having him cum in my hands, or even in my mouth as I had done a few times, having him stick fingers into my ass and butt, well, that was one thing. But fucking Luke, no way!

Hormones or horniness won out, and that very afternoon found me and my brother Luke fucking. I started out so hesitant, but having a penis in my pussy for the first time, any penis, even if it was Luke’s, was to die for! And die, I practically did. He ejaculated into his rubber almost as soon as he got into me. He tried to stay inflated so I could have my orgasm, but the poor guy shrank and fell out almost right away. Andi came to the rescue and frigged my G-spot to one of the most amazing orgasms in my life.

So now we had the ‘before’ data. According to Luke, we are both delicious. My vaginal canal is evidently a little smaller and tighter than Andi’s. That makes sense, I’m a small, skinny thing compared to her. Oh, she’s not fat in the slightest, but she is taller and more rounded.

I should mention that just to be as accurate as possible, we collected many more samplings of both him and Andi, and him and me before we got to the fisting part of the experiment.

We held off on that for a couple of weeks. I think both Andi and I were rather scared. Plus, we were enjoying all this fucking business so much that we were in no hurry.

Finally, the day arrived. Andi was to go first, since her vag is bigger than mine. I had the smallest hand, so I was the one to penetrate her. We got lots of slippery coconut oil – which smells so nice, and I went to work. First I got her all excited with one finger. It’s kind of interesting how pussy juice mixes with coconut oil. Well, it doesn’t quite mix, but they make a nice combination.

Then, I put in two fingers, which of course she was loving. Then I went to three. Still good. When I added my pinky, it became too much for her. She was wincing with minor pain, but she wanted me to continue. Luke and I were against continuing. We discussed it, and decided the stretching must be a multi-day or maybe even multi-month process.

Now it was my turn. Under Luke’s careful observation, she coconut oiled me up, then did one finger, then two. It was feeling so fine that I involuntarily orgasmed right away. I was still totally happy with the situation so she went on to three fingers. Then four. I was feeling fine. No pain at all. Just a full, stretchy feeling. Andi tried adding her thumb. That’s when it became too much.

Luke was feeling left out, so we decided there was something we could do for him. I had him get on all fours just like we had been, and while his erection dangled below him, I introduced an oiled finger into his ass. He seemed to really like that. Then I went to two fingers. I found that if I put my fingers as far as they could go, and rubbed the area facing downward, he especially liked that. He said it made him feel like he was going to pee, but much better. I wasn’t clear about it at the time, but evidently, I was massaging his prostate. That caused some semen to escape his penis even though he wasn’t orgasming. He orgasmed a moment later as Andi reached under him and pulled on his penis just a few times.

But that was the most he could take. He said it started to feel kind of scratchy in there. Perhaps it was because he had just orgasmed. Andi and I found out early that after he cums, he’s done. Absolutely done, and can’t take any more of anything sexual until the next day.

We continued our exercises, our science experiment. A year later, we found that all of our asses could stretch more easily than our vaginas. Every one of us had experienced anal fisting by the other two. I could easily take Andi’s and Luke’s whole hand into my vagina. Andi could only take our fists fully some times. At other times, she had to ask us to quit.

Fast forward ten years, and we have our results:

Luke absolutely assures us that our vaginas have not stretched as far as he can tell. We are still as fuckable as ever.

All three of us have become married. Luke’s wife, and Andi’s husband and my husband know all about our little science experiments, and have participated in various ways. I don’t think we would have married them had they not been approving.

Andi has two kids, and I have three. We both experienced a little pain on squeezing out our children, but it was bearable. We believe that without our science experiments, childbirth would have been much less tolerable.

I just hope our kids can grow up with the same opportunities that Luke, Andi and I have had.

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My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work

by Spurtz

The Sara Series:
Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock
Sara Loves Giving Handjobs
Sara Finds a New Way for Both of Us to Cum
Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

Finally Sara Lines Up Some Strange Pussy for Me.

My wife Sara is a real piece of work. A virgin when I first met her, she has turned into a major cock slut, especially when she found out I got off on watching her have sex. Her most recent kink was buying a strapless strap-on cock that she used to fuck my ass. At first I wasn’t crazy about the idea but after experiencing it I found it was a lot more pleasurable than I had expected. Then she pointed out that the strap-on was shaped a lot like our friend Jerry’s dick and suggested that maybe having a real cock up my rectum would feel even better.

So she called Jerry and he was all for it. She also told him to expect to have my hard prick up his ass and he said that was even better. You may remember Jerry from my previous stories. His cock has a pronounced upward curve and he also sports one of the hardest erections of any of the many guys who have sampled my wife’s pussy.

Once Jerry arrived and we all stripped down, Sara said she had to suck Jerry’s dick to get it good and hard. What a bullshit story. The guy’s dick was already so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it. Sara just wanted to give him a blowjob. As usual, I went along with it. Seeing her slide her lips over his hardness just made my own cock into a fucking bar of steel. She only spent a few minutes sucking him off because she was anxious to watch him penetrate my ass.

I got down on all fours and Jerry probed the tip of his lubed-up dick around my asshole. And slowly worked it in. It was bigger than Sara’s strap-on and a bit uncomfortable at first but Jerry took it slow and pretty soon he had all seven inches buried to the hilt. As he stroked in and out of me, I felt his hand reach around and grab my cock. Then he pumped my cock with his fist in rhythm to pumping my ass with his prick. Without me knowing it, Sara had inserted the strapless strap-on into her cunt and proceeded to cornhole Jerry with it. So in a fit of total ecstasy, the three of us were fucking away. Before too long I felt Jerry’s body stiffen and streams of jism spurted from his cock into my anal canal while I simultaneously had my own orgasm as Jerry gripped my dick and furiously stroked me off. Sara squealed in delight when she saw multiple streams of semen spurting out from under my body.

After a bit of rest and relaxation, we traded places and I fucked Jerry while Sara fucked me. Eliciting more cum from both Jerry’s and my cock.

The next day Sara and I talked about how much fun we had. And we did have fun but I was not totally happy with the fact that all of our group sex involved just Sara and multiple male partners. I secretly wanted more pussy involved. However, I did have to accept the fact that it was much easier for one woman to fuck five or six guys in one session than it would be for me to fuck multiple women. But I would like to give it a shot.

I asked Sara if she had ever considered having sex with a woman? She looked at me with surprise on her face and admitted that she had never considered it. I suggested that maybe we should try it to bring something new to our sex lives.

“Something new?” she asked. “I think you just want another cunt to fuck.”

“So what,” I countered. “it’s ok for you to have six sex partners at once and I can’t even have two?”

“OK,” Sara replied. “I know the perfect person. There is this terrific looking girl in my gym class. Jill flirts like crazy with both the men and the women. She’s come on pretty strong to me and I suspect she would be willing to join us.”

After Sara’s most recent gym class she reported to me that Jill was interested in some group play. Sara also invited Jerry because she said what she had in mind required another guy. I figured she just want more dick available than I could supply. But I was looking forward to seeing what Jill had to offer. Sara had already made all the arrangements and both Jill and Jerry would be knocking on our door at any minute.

They both showed up and Jill definitely did not disappoint. She was not only beautiful but had an awesome body. I couldn’t wait to see her naked. And I didn’t have to wait long. Sara, not one to delay the proceedings, invited us all into the master bedroom and immediately started stripping. No one wanted to be the only clothed person in the room and it didn’t take long for four naked bodies to be on display. That fucking Jerry already had a full erection and I wasn’t far behind.

“Ooh, Jerry,” Jill purred, “I love the way your dick is curved. I bet it feels as good as it looks.” What about me? I wondered. My dick is bigger than Jerry’s and nobody’s commenting on it. But Jill surprised me when she wrapped her hand around my cock and started jerking me off. “Let’s get it good and hard, big boy,” she exclaimed. “Sara has been telling me what a stud you are.”

Sara, always in charge, squeezed the head of Jerry’s cock and explained what she wanted us to do. “You all have heard of a circle jerk. But this will be a circle suck. I want everybody to lay on the floor, roughly in a circle. Both us girls will have your cocks in our mouths and you two guys will have our pussies in your face.”

We all got in the position she described and it actually worked out more easily than one would expect. My face was buried in Jill’s pussy, while Sara took my prick her mouth. Jerry lapped away at Sara’s cunt while Jill want to work on his dick with her talented tongue. All four of us sucked and licked away but as in all sexual couplings where participants are both giving and receiving at the same time, it’s hard to concentrate on one or the other. It was a lot of fun but Sara had more ideas.

The two girls scissored their pussies together and now it was Sara’s turn to suck Jerry while Jill’s expertise at sucking a hard cock was put to the test on me. Omigod, I thought Sara gave great head but Jill took my entire seven inches right to the balls and sucked and sucked so expertly that there was no way I could hold out for very long. After way too short a time, I could feel the cum building and before I could do anything to stop it, I felt powerful spurt after spurt of semen explode down Jill’s throat. She kept on sucking with a level of expertise that I had never experienced before.

I looked over to see Sara doing a number on Jerry’s dick. She seemed to be more animated than usual. Maybe seeing the fantastic job Jill was doing on me spurred her on to greater heights of sucking. Watching her lips slide down and then back up Jerry’s cock to the point where most of his cockhead was exposed, really turned me on. Then her lips would slide down over the prominent coronal ridge and continue down the shaft. This sight had me cranked up almost as much as what Jill was doing to me. Combined, the two experiences just kept more and more cum shooting from my prick. And Jill not only swallowed every drop but kept sucking even harder. Then she shoved a finger up my ass. Omigod!

I heard Jerry cry out and looked over to see his entire body convulsing as his orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. Sara’s head bobbed up and down frantically and then she pulled off and grabbed his dick. Sara loved to see the cum fly and fly it did. Jerry was a major cummer and she jacked his load all over her face and into her mouth.

While all this fantastic sucking was taking place, the girls were furiously scissoring their sopping wet cunts together and both appeared to experience mind-blowing orgasms.

Thankfully Jill let my cock slip out of her mouth and flop onto my thigh. Thankfully, because the after-orgasm sensation in my dick was incredibly intense. I looked down to see the last vestiges of cum drool from the tip. Jill licked up every drop and took the head of my cock in her mouth and very gently sucked it dry. Sara was doing the same to Jerry’s still erect prick. I was torn between being jealous or loving seeing my wife sucking another man’s dick.

The four of us lay there in post-orgasmic bliss. Unable to move. After a round of drinks and some recuperative time, Sara suggested that we do some good old fashioned fucking. Before the night was over I fucked Jill and Sara both and Jerry surprised as all by fucking Sara once and Jill twice. As Jerry climaxed into Jill the second time, he pulled out and ejaculated onto her stomach and tits as Sara and I watched in amazement. His dick was bright red, shiny with Jill’s juices, and still amazingly hard. And even though it was his third orgasm of the evening, it was just as powerful and voluminous as the first. As a special tribute to Jerry’s abilities, the three of us took turns sucking his cock clean of semen. I capped the evening off by getting down between Jill’s legs to suck her pussy clean of all her heavenly juices and breathe in the aroma of a freshly fucked pussy.

One of the things I really liked about jill was that in addition to loving to fuck, she really got off on cocks. Sara does too, but not to the extent that Jill does. For example, my penis is partially circumcised. By that I mean that a lot of excess skin is missing but I still have enough foreskin to cover most of the head. Any time Jill was getting down and dirty with my dick, she always wanted the foreskin pulled all the way back so she could focus on my dickhead. She also really got off on fondling and squeezing my nuts as well and licking and sucking them while she rolled my foreskin back and forth with one hand while thrusting a finger or two up my ass with the other. She would alternate massaging my dick with either her hand or mouth. She had a genuine clinical interest in my genital package. And she did the same with Jerry’s equipment. And she always let out a surprised squeal when the cum started shooting, even though she obviously knew it was coming.

In between the fucking, the two girls got each other off as their talented tongues worked over each other’s clits. Something new for Sara. But Jill appeared to be an old hand at muff-diving.

At the evening’s end, I felt really invigorated that I was able to experience some strange pussy and Jill’s extremely talented oral ministrations. It was great that my wife Sara was looking out for me and not just her own carnal desires.

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Sara Finds a New Way For Both of Us to Cum

By Spurtz

The Sara Series:
My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work
Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock
Sara Loves Giving Handjobs
Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

After the session with six guys, Sara couldn’t stop raving about how much fun it was to have six hard pricks to play with. Seven counting mine, although she never actually serviced me. She also went on and on about how great it felt to fuck the guy with the coke can sized cock. Of course every time she went on about his dick, it just made me feel more inadequate.

She insisted that we have threesomes with the guy, whose name is Nick, at least once a week because she loved the way his monster cock felt in her cunt. These weren’t really threesomes because there wasn’t anything I could do with the guy’s big cock. It was too big around to even get in my mouth. The “threesomes” really ended up with Sara fucking the shit out of the guy’s monster cock while I watched and jerked off.

Luckily she tired of the guy after a few weeks. He had zero personality and there was no way to carry on an intelligent conversation with him. Obviously dick size isn’t everything to a woman. So he more or less faded into the sunset. Of the other five guys, only one of them really appealed to her. That was #1, whose real name was Jerry. He was the guy with the curved dick who won the award for the hardest hard-on.

She contacted him and we had a few threesomes with him. Those were fun because I got to fully participate, plus Jerry liked to suck my cock as much as he liked to fuck my wife. And I liked to suck his dick which really was super hard. We all three enjoyed masturbating both cocks.

But all things run their course. Eventually Sara needed something new. “Honey,” she said, “I’m thinking about something else we can do that we’ve never done before.”

Oh, shit, I thought, what cockamamie idea has she come up with now? Probably something that will further humiliate me. Maybe she’ll want to fuck ten guys while I watch. “What’s your idea, babe?” I ventured.

“Let’s buy a strap-on so I can fuck your ass. What do you think? Most of the stuff we’ve done is for my benefit. So I think it’s time we came up with something for your benefit,” she replied.


Sara pegging, a new way to cum

My benefit? Where does she come up with this shit? If we were going to do something for my benefit, it would be three high school cheerleaders fighting to see who could take my cum load down their throat. My benefit is not having some rubber cock shoved up my ass. But I couldn’t tell her that.

“That would be different, for sure,” I replied. “But what fun is that for you?”

“Well, I like the idea of being totally in control. Having you has my boy toy. Plus some of those strap-ons have battery operated vibrators that will stimulate my clit while I am pumping your ass full of cock. C’mon, be a sport. Give it a try.”

“Ok, I’ll go along with it but don’t buy one that has a monster cock on it. I don’t want some giant dildo shoved up my ass,” I replied.

“Why don’t we go to the local porno shop and pick one out together,” she suggested.

So we did. The one she picked out did have a smaller than usual cock on it but it was still a good 6” long. I wasn’t too concerned about the length. It was the girth that scared me. We finally agreed on one that had a very realistic looking cock on it that was about 4” in circumference which was about 1.25” in diameter. She thought that was pretty small but it looked big to me. As we were examining it in front of the clerk at the sex shop, she said, “Honey, are you sure you can’t take something bigger than this? Don’t you want your ass to be really filled up like I do when Nick fucks me with that huge cock?”

The clerk’s jaw dropped and nearly hit the floor. I’m sure he never heard any woman talk so openly. My face was burning with shame from even admitting in front of a stranger that I wanted to be fucked in the ass. The device Sara was holding was a strapless version that had a u-shaped hook on the end that went up her vagina and stayed in place. Right where it pressed against her clit was vibrating pad. It was on sale for $36. I handed the guy a fifty and told him to keep the change so we could get the hell out of there.

Sara couldn’t wait to try it out when we got home. She put the batteries in it and liberally coated it with K-Y jelly. She had me lay on my back and spread my legs. Then she lubed up my asshole and inserted the thing inside her pussy. She got down between my legs and directed the head of the dildo right at my asshole. I had my knees pulled up giving her more access to the promised spot.

“Relax, babe,” Sara said, “I’ve read up on this and if you tense up, it will hurt much worse. If you totally relax it might hurt just a bit at first but once it’s up inside you and I start pumping away, you will love it.”

I hoped she knew what she was talking about and I tried to relax. I was a bit surprised that my dick was fully hard. Based on videos I’d seen, I assumed my hard-on would go away once she started fucking me. I never understood why some guys lost their erections while being fucked.

The dildo started to penetrate my asshole. I tried to totally relax my entire body as Sara kept pushing it in. The head slid past my sphincter and although there was a bit of pain, it was starting to feel pretty good. I could even feel some of the vibrations. As she began to pump away I was shocked at how good it felt. She had both hands on my thighs and pushed my legs back just like I did when I fucked her. I could feel the coronal ridge of the dildo rubbing on the inside of my ass and it felt fantastic. I had read that the anal canal was loaded with nerve endings which was why some women actually preferred to be ass-fucked. I hadn’t fucked Sara in the ass yet but her day was coming.

I looked down at my cock and unlike many of the gay videos I had seen, my prick was rock hard and throbbing with each thrust Sara was giving me. After a good ten minutes of steady fucking, I knew she had cum at least three or four times and now it was my turn. Without even touching my rigid cock, the semen started spurting out with amazing force. The first shot just made it to my chest but the second one blasted me right in the face. I opened my mouth to try to catch any subsequent streams and was lucky to get several into my mouth.

Sara kept right on pumping as my dick kept spurting. Finally I was done and when Sara realized my orgasm was over, she pulled the dildo out of my ass. She leaned in and kissed me and licked a lot of the semen off of my face.

“How was it babe?” she wanted to know. “It was great,” I gasped, “far better than I expected. Looked like it was good for you too.”

“It was. In fact, now I want you to fuck my ass so I can experience what you did.” I needed a bit of recuperative time but after about a half hour I was ready to give Sara her first ass fucking. We went through all the same lube procedures and soon I had her legs up over my shoulders and started to penetrate her ass with my erection. My dick was somewhat bigger than the dildo so I wasn’t sure how it would go. But Sara knew how to totally relax her sphincter and my cock amazingly slid in much easier than either of us expected. My dick felt really good in her ass and I wondered why we had never done this before. She said the same thing.

As I pumped away, she had orgasm after orgasm, and finally I could take no more and unloaded another major cum load, this time in her ass. As we lay there in post-orgasm glow we talked about how great the experience had been for both of us getting ass-fucked. We agreed that this had to become a regular part of our sex lives.

“Sweetie,” she said, “whose cock does that dildo remind you of?” I knew she was talking about Jerry although his prick had a bit more curve to it, but it was close. “How would you feel about having a real dick up your ass, assuming Jerry is up for it?”

I knew Jerry would have no problem shoving his dick up my rectum and I said so. She immediately called him on the phone and asked him if he would like to fuck me in the ass and also take my cock up his back door. He was all for it and I knew she would want to fuck both of us with her new strapless strap-on dildo.

Jerry’s cock was a bit bigger around than the dildo but surprisingly, I was super curious as to what that would feel like. And I couldn’t wait to find out.

So now we had something new to look forward to. I also wondered what other ideas Sara would dream up.

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Rare Pink Line

There are a few individuals among us who have the rare pink line. This is a degree of pinkness leading up from the anus between the ass cheeks. The pink skin is generally smoother, and perhaps less thick than the rest of the person’s skin. In some cases it is shiny. If you are one of these rare individuals, you should feel blessed.

We don’t know about sensitivity. Neither I, my sister, my wife, my sister’s husband, or anyone we’ve asked know whether the pink line might be slightly more sensitive, more erogenous, than the same area on all of us regular people.

I believe the woman who is playing with anal beads below illustrates the pink line nicely. Look above the inserted beads, and you’ll see the line leading up her crack.

The Pink Line of the Anus

Among those who have the pink line, it is usually less pronounced, like this woman:

Anal pink line

And of course most don’t have it at all, or it is so slight as to not really be a pink line at all:

Ass crack, no pink line

Men can have it too:

Even Black people can have the line, but in their case it will be pigmented:

Sometimes it’s hard to tell whether someone has the line: