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Whisking

As you probably know, a whisk is a kitchen gadget used for mixing. As sex toys, they may be quite interesting. There are many accounts of women enjoying the pleasure of opening their vaginas with whisks. One can even find pictures on the internet of women, and I assume men, putting whisks into their anuses.

I suppose one has to be careful to avoid pinching where the blades of the whisk cross.

A person doesn’t necessarily have to press the whisk into themselves. I’ll bet just running the blades lightly over a vulva, scrotum, or along the ass crack may be quite erotic.

Does anyone know of something like a whisk that could be pressed into a peehole? Along the same lines, notice the end of the whisk handles. I’ll bet some are just the right size and shape for urethral stimulation. Like all urethral play, everything must be sterile and have smooth edges since the urethra is quite prone to tearing and infections.

Trunk Full of Toys

I enjoy seeing other people have orgasms as much as i enjoy having orgasms. Maybe I’m kind of on the Asperger’s scale or something, but I’m not interested in real relationships, at least not at this time. Instead, I really enjoy doing masturbatory things with people, All sorts of people. You don’t have to be fat or thin, young or old, black or white, or even male or female to suit me. You just have to want to play orgasmically.

To that end, I have taken to carrying a dozen sex toys in the trunk of my car. I’ll meet someone at a PTA meeting, a car show, a pizza place or whatever.

[In response to a question]

What? No, I don’t go to bars. Bar hopping is for idiots.

So, here’s an example of how it works for me. I get to talking with a stranger. I maneuver the conversation into ever more intimate details. Finally, I find a place where I can admit something makes me horny. Then I admit to being so horny that I masturbate – a lot.

Almost every time, the person I’m speaking with, typically after a moment’s hesitation, admits that they masturbate a lot also. Then I’ll ask whether they’ve ever tried – whatever my current interest is. For instance, have they ever tried electro-stimulation?

When they say no, I say something like, “Geez, I happen to have one in my car. Would you like to try it out?”

90% of the time they eagerly agree. Maybe eight percent of the time, they say something like, “Um, well, maybe another time.” Sometimes I can talk them into it, but generally, I don’t. For some reason, there’s a group of people who are just too shy, but really want to, if only they’d let themselves. But trying to get them to turn around on the spot is difficult. On the other hand, if I see them again, which is common, they sheepishly bring up the topic, and sure enough, we end up naked and playing together.

Maybe two percent of the time, they get all shocked and crazy, excusing themselves from the conversation right away. That used to bother me. I felt terribly embarrassed. But now, I just feel sorry for them, and move on to the next person.

The biggest problem is time and place. Quite often they’re all for it. I can tell they’d have no problem getting naked and playing with me, but there’s a time constraint, or we have no place to do it. A couple of times I’ve rented a hotel room for an afternoon of play, and while that’s nice, it gets expensive.

One of the strangest was a thin, young, blond woman who wanted to try a skinny dildo. She claimed, and I believe her, that she had never had anything stuck in her ass. She was beautiful, and I was hard right from the start. I felt proud waving my erection around in front of her – as I usually do. I started by gently running my finger around her asshole, but not in it. Then, ever so slowly, I slipped my oiled finger in. She had an orgasm right away, and I hadn’t even touched her vagina. I thought she might be done. Because as you know, some women, like most men, are finished right after their first orgasm. But others are like the Energizer bunny. She was one of those. She wanted the finger in deeper and deeper. Then she wanted two fingers. Then the dildo. During the process, she came a dozen times. I wanted to finger her pussy too, but every time I tried, she pushed me away. She was in such anal bliss, well… I can’t even describe it. Yes, after she was done, she eagerly stuck the dildo in my butt, started to stroke my cock, and I have to admit, I came too quickly with a very strong orgasm.

There was an older fellow with a penis that had a strong upward curve. It really presented the frenulum area, so I made it a point to press a little vibrator against his frenulum. I could see by his muscle tension and everything that he was approaching ejaculation quickly, so at the last moment, I pulled the vibrator away. He came, but only a few drops. I applied the vibrator again, and after a minute, he came a couple more drops. On the fourth time, he went over the top, cumming long and hard, his cum flowing across his belly. We talked about it, and he told me that was the first time in his life he ever came more than once.

Too Fast

Threesome with Lydia, Gary and Lance to cure premature ejaculation

My first boyfriend, Gary, had something that I didn’t realize was so important: Staying power. He could fuck me for an hour if he wanted, then he’d cum only while I was orgasming. It was wonderful. The problem was he became more interested in my sister than me.

We were all too polite and considerate to do anything about it, but we all knew. The two of them never got together in consideration of what he and I had. Except one day, it just came out in a tearful conversation between him and I. I think he was crying more than I was, because he really didn’t want to hurt my feelings.

Strangely, I wasn’t all that hurt. I just missed the sex after he and my sister hooked up. I was happy for her that she was getting what I got.

It wasn’t long before I started dating Lance. He’s my landlord, and a super-sweet guy. I mean my first boyfriend was a very kind and gentle person also, but my landlord was on a whole ‘nother level of kindness. At 29, Kyle was 7 years older than me when we started getting serious. Here’s the thing: Lance is wonderful in all ways, except he was lousy in bed.

Lance is a trip. Somehow, during his high school years, he got it in his mind that he was going to be a real estate mogul. Except jokingly he refers to himself as a ‘slumlord.’ He saved for a down payment and bought his first place, a broken down old duplex a month before he graduated. He says he learned a lot while fixing it up, and by mid-summer, while still living with his parents, he had it rented out to two families.

It didn’t take him long to buy another duplex, then a triplex, then a couple of stand-alone houses, and a couple more duplexes. Right now, he has 34 rental units, some of which are entirely paid off. Lance’s motto is “Good housing for good people.” And he means it. He sets ten percent of his profit aside to cover the rent for any tenants who get into financial trouble so he doesn’t have to kick them out. He goes the extra mile in repainting, repairing, replanting, whatever it takes to keep his places nice. Lance still does most of his own maintenance, even though he could easily hire someone. He like that part. He does have someone helping with property management, but he does some of that too.

But that’s not what you want to hear about. The situation is that he can’t seem to last. I mean, when we get together sexually, he cums almost immediately, rolls over, then wants to go to sleep. Oh, he realizes I still want an orgasm, so he’ll finger me, or lick me until I cum, but it’s not like real sex. I mean, yes, we fuck, but it’s over in a heartbeat and it’s just, well, terrible, to tell you the truth.

Lance showed me one of his saws once, a saber-saw. It goes in and out real fast. I had to laugh, because it totally reminds me of his idea of intercourse.

My idea, what I used to have with Gary, is a super comfy feeling. You girls, those who aren’t virgins, I mean, you know. You like being held close and fulfilled. You like your cunt filled with a loving warm cock, and have it stay that way for a while. It’s like cinnamon rolls in the toaster oven. They’re in there, heating up, and you know eating them is going to be so nice when they’re ready. But it takes a while, right?

Despite the whole sexual problem, I married Lance. I mean, he’s such a sweet guy, who could resist? He’s good on the eyes too, at just over 6 feet tall, with curly hair and a trimmed beard to match.

Our one-year anniversary was coming up, and sweet Lance asked me what I wanted. I told him.

You’ve gotta understand: I’m bold. I ask for what I want. I say what I think. And I believe, I hope, people respect me for that. So I told him I wanted to spend our anniversary evening with him finally learning how to properly fuck me. Furthermore, I told him, there may be a surprise in the evening, but he’d just have to trust me.

He said he was happy to comply. I should point out that his one good sexual kink is that he loves the idea of unconventional relationship activities. It’s always just been a fantasy, but more than once he’s talked about ‘accidental’ sexual situations, three-ways, and bisexuality, so I knew my crazy plan wouldn’t be terrible for him. It might even be a great delight.

The morning of our anniversary, we exchanged small gifts, plus he brought flowers, something he does quite often. My stomach was all flutters for the rest of the day as we went off to work. Him, to visit some tenants and replace a water heater. Me, to my job as a speech therapist. I love that work. To see a child master proper speaking habits is a real joy.

Oops, I’m getting off track again.

Evening came. Lance and I ate a nice dinner. Right on time, at 7pm, the doorbell rang, and as expected Gary was standing there at the door.

Lance was like, “What’s he doing here?”

He had met Gary, and rather liked the guy, but one could tell there was a bit of competitiveness or some sort of spikey energy between them. At least from Lance. I don’t think Gary was at all feeling anything negative toward Lance.

“You’ll see,” was all I could manage to say.

I had been planning this evening for weeks, but I didn’t have it fully orchestrated. Gary was aware of the plan. Lance was not.

I got them into a game of strip blackjack. It took some doing to get Lance involved, but a sideways glance from me and a whispered reminder that he said he’d do whatever I wanted was all it took.

I’m sure by the second or third hand when we were all missing the odd shoe and a sock or two, Lance must have had a general idea. I have to say what a good sport he was to play along, and not balk or complain in any way. But, Lance is like that. He’s always happy to make me happy.

Unfortunately, the game didn’t turn out very even. The guys were losing more clothing than I was. Gary was down to his underwear, and lost the next hand. He pulled off his jockeys to reveal an already erect penis.

I looked over at Lance and saw something I wasn’t quite expecting. It was a look of something like terror mixed with huge disappointment. What was he thinking? I have no idea, but I’m guessing it was something like, “This might be the end of my relationship. She’s going to rejoin Gary.”

It was time for me to explain. Abandoning the game and shucking off the rest of my clothing right in front of my husband and former lover, which by the way, is not easy to do when you have body dysmorphia like I do, I started talking.

Yes, body dysmorphia. Everyone tells me I’m pretty good to look at, but I’m pretty sure my legs are too long, my neck is too skinny, and my boobs hang down. I really like the look of those women who have pronounced tits, but not so big that they flop against their lower chest like mine do.

What I quickly and inexpertly explained to Lance is that Gary and I were going to show him how to fuck properly. Then we’d coach him in doing it. I blurted it out with not a little trepidation. The fact was, I was shaking. Shivering as if it was cold in the room when actually it was rather warm, and I was trying hard to keep my voice from shaking.

Now, how was Lance going to react? It takes a lot to get him angry, but might this do it? Might he storm out of the room, and hate me forever?

I didn’t have long to wait. Lance sat there looking dumbfounded for a moment, but then brightened into a big smile, and simply said, “Really!”

How cool is that? He was on-board with it!

We retired to our bedroom, and pretty soon, Gary and I were rolling all over the bed, kissing and hugging, while Lance just sat in a chair idly watching. I couldn’t help noticing that Lance’s thing was rock hard sticking up out of his lap. He started idly touching the tip of his cock, when Gary kindly said, “No, Lance, wait. We don’t want you cumming too soon.”

Lance let go of his cock right away.

The foreplay was coming to a close and it was about time for Gary to put it in me. Lance interrupted, asking whether he was going to put on a condom. I explained it wouldn’t be necessary, since I had only been with two guys ever in my life, and both of those guys were virgins when we met. You see, Gary was young when I met him and hadn’t been with any women. Lance was too busy building his mini-empire to date anyone. So there was no chance of passing any STDs. Furthermore, it was the safest time of the month for me.

We decided to do it doggie style so Lance could get the best view. I was on all fours on the bed while Gary stuck it in from behind. I should define ‘stuck.’ I mean to say he put it in very slowly and gently. Now, his penis is a bit smaller than Lance’s, but somehow, it’s more fulfilling. Maybe because that’s because it has always been so long-lasting and secure in me.

We fucked quite a while, and finally the time came when I was breathing hard, and kind of having involuntary muscle reactions, and felt that super amazing lower body feeling. I’m sure Gary could read the details of my impending orgasm, so he stepped it up a bit, now pushing so hard in and out of me that I was in danger of having my arms collapse dropping me face-first on the bed. I held out, screaming in orgasm, as Gary grunted, and finished his business at just the right time.

I looked at Lance to see how he was taking it. He was all smiles, and his cock was as erect as I had ever seen it.

Gary was the first to speak. “I have been instructed,” he proclaimed, glancing at me, “to help you overcome premature ejaculation. I think I’ve got some ideas. Lay down, face up, here on the bed.”

Lance did as he was told, still smiling big, with his penis idly waving in the air as he took the position.

“Now, your wife is going to hold and stroke your penis. You are not to cum. If you feel you are getting close, say something. Say ‘Wait,’ and she’ll back off for a little while, then build you up again.”

I sat cross-legged on the bed and started working Lance’s cock. It was quickly obvious he wouldn’t be able to hold out. He was on the verge of orgasming the moment I touched it. I spent more time not touching at all than anyone wanted. It was becoming like a meditation session or something.

Gary interrupted. “I see that you are still too excited. What would happen if I take over for your wife?”

Before Lance could object, Gary was cupping his balls in one hand, and just holding his penis in the other. Whereas Gary identifies as bisexual, Lance doesn’t at all. As you might expect, Lance started losing his erection. It only lasted for a couple of minutes. As Gary did any little thing, like let go of Lance’s balls, or change his grip on his penis, Lance started hardening up agin. Pretty soon, he was hard all the way, and it was becoming obvious he wouldn’t last long before blowing cum.

“I’ve got another idea,” Gary piped up. “Butt-fuck me.”

“What?” Lance practically screamed.

“I want you to butt-fuck me. It should work that if I’m not attractive to you, being a guy and all, you can stick that thing of yours in me, and you might just last a while.”

I can’t tell you how excited and horny I was at that moment. To see what I was pretty sure I was about to see was a dream come true that I didn’t even know I had.

“No,” was Lance’s response.

Acting disappointed, Lance asked, “Why?”

“Because it’s gay.”

“So what? I mean, what’s wrong with that? And is it guy if you’re married, and you’re doing it right here in front of your wife, and you’re doing it strictly as an exercise to make things better with your wife?”

There was a long silence.

Finally, softly, Lance said, “OK.”

His penis was totally small and soft.

Gary started gently massaging Lance’s balls, which I thought was a bit weird, but it did the trick. Lance was rock-hard within a minute.

Gary got on the bed in the same position I had been in, on all fours. Lance, seemingly reluctantly, got behind him, and started pushing the tip of his penis against Gary’s asshole.

My eyes must have been as big as saucers. I was riveted. I was in love with both of these guys for giving me such a show!

He pushed, and Gary grunted. It wasn’t working.

“We need lube,” Gary told me.

I went into the kitchen and came back with some coconut butter. Lance grabbed it, stuck his finger is, rubbed it around, then casually applied it to Gary’s whole anal region as casually as if he were lubricating a bicycle chain. Then he pressed a finger slowly but directly into Gary’s ass. I was surprised that he wasn’t bulking or carrying on. Could it be Lance was enjoying this new experience?

A moment later found him trying again. Gary grunted a couple of times, and the next thing you know, Lance was all the way in. He started going in and out. Fast. Like the fucking saber-saw.

“Woah, Big Boy,” Gary quickly said.

But it was too late. Lance had orgasmed. So had I, just from watching. Well, I guess I hadn’t noticed, but I had been rubbing my clit while watching those two guys.

Whenever Lance and I had sex, such as it was, he was done as soon as he ejaculated. I was expecting nothing different this time. But I was so wrong! Shortly after pulling out of Gary, Lance came over to me, and wordlessly, he hugged pressed me down onto the bed, hugged me, and pressed his still-hard penis into me.

And again with the high-speed saber-saw. I asked him to slow down, which he did. Lo and behold, he went a whole five minutes before cumming in me. This was a new world record.

The evening was a spectacular success. In summary, Gary and Lance had experienced gay anal intercourse for the first time. It was the first time Lance had ever cum twice in a single session, and we figured out the magic: Lance needs to cum twice.

In the months that followed, that became our routine which we loved very much. Lance and I would do some kissing and some foreplay. I still couldn’t blow him unless we were OK with him cumming right away in my mouth. But I could massage his balls, run my fingers over his whole ass, maybe even stick a finger in his ass, and stroke his penis. At least a little bit. I still had to pay attention so he wouldn’t ejaculate too soon. Still, he always did cum too soon anyway. But that’s when the good part started. Right away, before going soft, he’d stick it in me, and we’d fuck like an ordinary couple until we orgasmed. Yes, I said ‘we.’ We didn’t always simultaneously orgasm, and sometimes he was just too spent after cumming once, and sometimes he’d squirt again all too soon, and sometimes I came too soon or too late, but we did have our occasional simultaneous orgasms.

I did some reading and found out some things. My early experience with Lance was more typical than my time with Gary. It seems that with literally the majority of couples, the man orgasms before the women. I also found out that a great many women can’t orgasm from ordinary intercourse. They need finger or tongue stimulation. How weird is that? Or, I guess that’s normal, and I’m weird.

We had no repeat sessions with the three of us, and of course I stayed faithful to Lance. Lance did calm down around Gary and the two of them even went on a two-day camping trip once. I wanted so much to know whether they did anything, but they weren’t volunteering, and I was too polite to ask.

Finally, about a month later, Lance sheepishly told me that Gary had butt-fucked him, and he enjoyed it.

I was so surprised, and shocked, and suddenly horny, that I had to be Lance-fucked right away. In fact, that very evening, I got myself butt-fucked for the first time in my life. Even though Lance was slow and careful, it hurt a bit at first. Soon it turned around, the pain was gone and I wanted all the length and girth than his slightly above-average dick had to offer. Now I know why the gay guys enjoy it so much!

Double Penetration

These comments about double penetration were compiled off of the internet by Spurtz. A few of the comments are by men. Most are by women. Some of the comments refer to one cock in the vagina and another in the ass while other comments address two cocks in the vagina or two cocks in the ass.

DP can be a mind-blowingly pleasurable sexual act. Which is sad, because only 2.9% of men and 1.2% of women have tried it.

1. “You think you know what it’s going to feel like having two dicks inside you at the same time, but you’d be surprised. First, there was the first one. Vaginal. Normal. And then — fuck. This guy slips into the backdoor. Anal. That alone hurts, but when there’s the added pressure of another dick already inside of you, it’s off the chart indescribable.” —Bailey O. from Massachusetts

2. A welcome surprise. “I had this threesome once, and I guess I never considered the fact that they might try to both enter me at the same time. I’d just never done it. Didn’t really cross my mind. But then they have me sitting on top of one of them, while the other guy enters me from behind, but like, in the same hole. Their things were rubbing up against each other’s, but they didn’t care. I enjoyed it.” —Katy P. from Delaware

3. “If I could describe my experience of double penetration, the best way I can describe it is by describing myself as a cupcake with cream filling. Basically, I was the cupcake, and they were two syringes filling me up. If you think that’s too descriptive, then you clearly never had to have two cocks railing you from both sides.” —Kim B. from Michigan

4. “I’ve had two guys fuck me at the same time, but I’m never letting it happen again. It was weird. I felt uncomfortable. I’m not blaming them. It was just as much my idea as it was theirs. But I’m most likely never going to do it again. I just felt strange. It wasn’t a great feeling.” —Marilyn O. from Washington

5. “I didn’t literally feel bloated, but I think it was like a mental thing where I felt stuffed or full. Yes. Ha. Ha. Very funny. But really, that’s kind of how I felt. You’ve got so much more pressure going into you than you’re expecting, so you feel like you need to fart or something. Whatever, this is basically anonymous.” —Stef J. from Florida

6. “When these guys said they wanted to DP me, I thought I knew what they meant. I thought they meant they wanted to see if they could fit both of their dicks inside my hole. Well, they did. But not that hole. I’ve done anal before, but oh my god I was not prepared for this. My asshole was stretched out like you wouldn’t believe, and even though it took a while to get used to, I loved it.” —Annie H. from South Carolina

7. “This was not your typical sexual experience. Never once did I not have a dick in me. If one guy was fucking me up the ass, the other one was taking me from the front. And vice versa. They clearly couldn’t stop themselves from keeping their dicks wet.” —Cara C. from California

8. “People talk a big game when they’re talking about double penetration, but it’s not that big of a deal. It’s just sex. If you’ve ever had a guy inside you, then you know what double penetration feels like. Just imagine like… a much bigger dick, I guess? It’s not that crazy.” —Meg I. from Ohio

9. “Not only did my boyfriend talk me into having a threesome, he talked me into having a threesome with his best friend. At first, I was like hell to the freaking no way in hell, but you don’t know my boyfriend. He’s convincing. So we did it. But what I didn’t think was going to happen was that he and his friend were going to go as far as they went. It was… intense. But, like, they asked first. I just wasn’t expecting it to go there.” —Caitlin R. from Rhode Island

10. “This is not a lie. Honest. These two guys were inside me, and I don’t know what happened or how it happened, but they got stuck. Both of their dicks were just like stuck in my vaj, and they were just rubbing against each other. We got lube and fixed it, and but for a little bit, it was weird and kind of scary.” —Bri M. from New Jersey

11. “When I did this, I think it was just too much for one of the guys. Obviously I was into it, but I have rules. One being: don’t cum inside of me! But this one guy clearly couldn’t help himself. The idea of double penetration just got him too hot, clearly, and he came inside of me… I was not a fan.” —Leslie S. from Oregon

12. “Honestly, getting penetrated by two guys made me feel like a sandwich. I was just kind of there while they humped me from both sides. After a while, it stopped being sexy and became more of a balancing act. And it just made hungry for a sandwich.” —Janet U. from New York

13. “Some girls say they’ve been double penetrated. Let’s give them a hand. Not only was I double penetrated, I was triple penetrated. Mouth, vagina, butt. Three dicks. All just plowing into me from all ends. I was a happy lady that night, and I look forward to the next one in the near future.” —Kasey B. from California

14. I love it! The feeling of both of them inside me at once is so incredibly intense and amazing. I lose all control and become a quivering orgasmic being. I don’t notice anything around me. I don’t even notice my husband watching or taking pictures. It’s like I’m on a different plane of reality.

15. Yes, I very much enjoy it. There are these two younger guys…I think 22 and 24….that are roommates and live very close to me. I go to their place almost every Saturday morning, and it always ends with them double penetrating me. They’ve gotten so good at it that now they almost always cum at the same time, sometimes twice. I absolutely love to feeling of two cocks pumping cum into me simultaneously. I’ve been going there for nearly 2 years now, and they always fuck me on the same couch in the living room. So much so that their poor couch has a huge stain from my squirting all over it.

16. I just turned 18…when I had my first dp…and I was amazed at how much I loved it and having both of my tight little holes being used at the same time…I know right there I’ll never be ok with just one guy and one dick.

17, I don’t know about the others but in my experience, it is awesome how it feels, you can feel your flesh expanding and both dicks really easy and it eases the pain in the ass when you are feeling pleasure from both holes. So yeah, it is really good

18. I did it only once, last Sunday, after the Super Bowl and I loved it. So there are at least some women who do! I had the 3 cocks who were cheering for the Rams (they won). The 3 guys cheering for Cincinnati got nothing. I will definitively do it again and I won’t wait for the next Super Bowl!

19. Call me kinky, but I’ve been in many group sessions and parties which involved me and multiple men. I have to be honest that I do fantasize having both holes filled almost all the time, but as a small girl (I’m less than 5′ tall) it’s both filled with excitement and fear.

20. I’m very sure most men have thought of trying out double penetration but only a few would actually try it out. It’s easy to find group sex members, but not when they both are touching each other. Recently, after some serious discussion with my friends-with-benefit, they decided that they will try double penetration with me. It wasn’t easy, we tried multiple positions, many of which will involve these men touching each other and , they were uncomfortable. In the end, it’s a big turn-off for me.

21. As of now, after multiple sessions with different people, and having met the right “boys” for dp, I admit I’m in love with dp for the following reasons.

a) I’m filled! This is physically arousing. Having both holes filled with the perfect sized penis is insane. Yes it hurts a while after climax but during the session it feels like heaven. My body trembles and shakes at the excitement even after the session. I don’t do drugs or weeds but I feel that the excitement is similar to them. It makes me happy, and I feel that my body feels much better after each session.

b) I feel like a Queen! Having multiple men giving me love is great! I don’t care if they feel awkward on the next day, but I’d trade anything to have multiple men giving me love. Maybe it’s just me but I enjoy guys telling me that they “love me” and “you are great”. They gently caress me and seemingly is intoxicated to make love with me. I’m abolishing the traditional Asian “sex is for men” phrase, having multiple guys on me is like “men are for women”

c) I’m more self-confident with my body. As a small girl with a A-cup, I’ve been having issues of confidence . I am unable to wear something sexy, even push up-bras hardly help. Having guys insanely in love with me (even if it’s just for sex) is a tremendous confidence booster. I feel that I could work better, speak in much more confident manner and do my work better after my first successful dp session.

22. No doubt at all. I really enjoy DP during MFM sessions. Naturally my hubby used to be one of my partners several times. It gives me lots of orgasms more than anything. Now I am mad about fantasies of having gangbangs.

23. It’s an acquired experience. For women like myself who by their nature are extreme submissive, sexually obedient and sluts. Allowing guys to dominate you and enjoy themselves is part of the sexual arousal that myself as slut enjoys and it gets my juices going. That I am being treated in that way. Double penetration is a natural flow of that submissive nature. The extreme pleasure I get when 2 big black fat cocks are penetrating me at the same time is arousing. The feel that each cock is pounding both of my slut holes causing me pain is extreme pleasure. The big fat black cocks get encouragement from my load moaning and they go even harder, roughing me in the process. Both guys pinning my lower body around the hip and ass in such a way that there is limited movement for me and not allowing me to ease the pain by shifting my ass slightly. It is enjoyable and I get it regularly during my gang bang sessions.

24. It’s the happiest When I need it. When it works at the same time it makes me feel great. I don’t know which one gives me the most happiness.

25. If I told you my opinion, then it’s very comfortable and energetic for me. I love to do double penetration

26. I’m still a virgin, tight, closed pussy but really would enjoy to experiment with double penetration. Both dicks in ass. or both in my pussy. I need to try it

27. I love double penetration especially double vaginal penetration. I had two strangers vaginally penetrate me at the same time and they both ejaculated in my pussy at the same time getting me pregnant. I went through with the pregnancy and gave birth to a healthy baby girl on my birthday. I had her up for adoption 13 years ago because I didn’t want my parents to find out. I’m now 29 years old and haven’t seen my daughter since I gave birth to her.

28. Married to a wonderful man and a mother of a brilliant young man, I’m a woman who enjoys sex in every form and taste. Of all the styles and forms of sexual interaction I’ve had, I would go ahead and say that I’ve enjoyed more when I’m being pampered and pinned by multiple men at the same time.

29. I love being double penetrated. it’s like the way they say in sequels: twice the force, twice the action, twice the fun. I sleep with only the men I’m comfortable with, so when I was spit roasted, it was the ones I’ve already shared my bed with. The understanding between each other was so well that we didn’t even need to vocalize everything we wanted. We just knew what the other person wanted. That must have the reason why I enjoyed that session so much.

30. It was an immersive experience. The varying degree of pressure and pleasure, the dynamic motion, the exhausting and exhilarating orgasms and the sounds of sex. Slapping, slurping, sweating, swearing, sighing, squirting, screaming, sounds of sex. As I always say, two is better than one.

31. Double penetration is an absolutely fantastic experience but it can be a little tricky to position yourself for vaginal and anal penetration at the same time. I love the feeling of having two cocks working deep up in me and if I also have a third cock in my throat I feel like I am in paradise.

32. Not all women enjoy it, because it’s a lot like everything else about sex. not everyone likes all the same things. Not all women like penis. Some of us like both penis and vagina. But yes, some women can and do enjoy being double penetrated. Just be gentle and listen to her. She has more of a sense of what she can handle than anyone trying to put anything into her.

33. I absolutely love it. Not “same hole DP” but both hole DP. I’ve even enjoyed being “airtight” on occasion. I had a fwb with two roommates that I would visit once or twice a month to be “used”. Double the thrust, double the passion, double the fun, double the lust, double the moans, double the feel.

34. I love being double penetrated – it takes me to a place nothing else can. Even the thought of losing control over the part and banged by two men turns me on. Few things are as pleasurable and fun as making love with two men simultaneously. It is fucking amazing.

35. Yes, but varies with person and trust. I had my double penetration with my friend’s wife and she loves double penetration so much and enjoy lots with her hubby and with me. My friend and his wife love experimenting in sex and in that way we did double penetration to spice up sex. They were planning for double penetration for long time but finding trustworthy partner was a difficult task for them and keeping private their sexual acts too. Since we are close friend and work together, so he finds me suitable and comparatively young for his wife. As planned I joined for fun in night at his home and had my first double penetration with his wife. She enjoyed two cocks at a time in her ass and pussy and now we do regularly when we find time and she loves to enjoy double penetration.

36. Once we interviewed the XHamster porn actress who told us that with double penetration she gets the feeling of languor when you absolutely lose control over yourself. If you have one partner, you are able to control the speed of the movements, changes in the position, the degree of penetration, etc., whereas with two partners you have nothing but a deep feeling of being totally filled up. You simply switch off and FEEL. She says that the pleasure is incredible just because you have to lose control and leave it to the partners moving in you.

37. I think that some women enjoy the feeling of being penetrated in multiple ways because it can provide a more full and satisfying sexual experience. Additionally, some women may find that double penetration can help them to reach orgasm more easily or more intensely.

38. Well I do enjoy DP. I know lots of girls who are in otherwise monogamous relationships who find that doing this in a threesome with their man works really well for all parties. I know they think that they won’t or that they never would do this, but anal, vaginal is actually really dreamy and spaces you out amazingly. If you pre-plan, do STD tests all round and you can have that amazing feeling of being full of two men’s sperm too. Really – try it (or if you are male try it with your girl). You won’t regret it! PS: Don’t get judgmental – I’m a very respectable, innocent looking woman and you’d never guess.

39. I’ve got a tight pussy and tight asshole, but there is nothing like one cock drilling my asshole while another dick is pounding my pussy… to top it off, I’m sucking the third schlong hard as he attempts to ram it down my throat.:) That is 3 men/3cocks filling up all my holes = wonderful pleasure.

40. Me, personally, no way. But you never know if you don’t bring it up. I agree, you don’t just want to come out with this, but make it part of a lighthearted conversation about fantasies and desires. If my partner did ask me about it, I wouldn’t think badly of him unless he really pushed the issue after I’d made it clear I wasn’t interested.

41. Some women do. I do. I like ‘airtight’ even more. But DP can take getting used to. It helps a lot if the men know what they’re doing. At least among the people we know, it isn’t that common. Many women we know won’t do anal so of course they won’t do dp.

Author’s Note: These comments were compiled off the internet. A few of them are from men but mostly women.

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Strange Approach to Lesbianism

I’ve been taking piano lessons from Helen forever. Well, actually, ten years, since I was eight years old. I want to be like her someday. Helen earns a nice living at $60/hour teaching kids, and adults.

I already have some students. I love a genre called ‘Roadhouse Boogie,’ but can also play and teach jazz and classical. In fact, I like most types of music. But what I really enjoy is imparting a can-do attitude on my students that comes with learning music. I also like the interaction. One gets to know one’s students, and it’s almost like having a large and wonderful family.

Helen is like a mother to me. She kind of looks like a 30-something version Meg Ryan, with shortish, curly dark blond hair, a thin body, a very thin neck, and rather large boobs.

Me, I’m Hawaiian, through and through, although people who don’t know any better have mistaken me for Korean, Japanese, Sumoan, even Chinese, if you can believe it. I keep my shiny black hair really long. I can almost sit on it.

Even though I’m already a pretty good pianist, I still take lessons from Helen. These days, the lessons are more about business coaching in the world of teaching piano.

I find Helen rather attractive, and I have a feeling she kind of likes me. I mean, to see her eyes sparkle when she looks at me sometimes. Well, I like that. I never thought of myself as lesbian or anything. Yet, dare I admit, I have masturbated with her in my mind at times.

We’ve talked about everything. She knows about my family situation, and I know hers.

So, it wasn’t too much of a personal stretch the other day when I brought up my little problem. For the past couple of months, I’ve been constipated.

She just came out and told me I have to eat less junk food, especially sugary things. She said I have to cultivate an enjoyment of salad. I didn’t really want to hear that, and I’m sure she knew, because she then rocked back on her piano bench the way she does, looked me right in the eye, and then… hesitated.

“OK,” she said, “I don’t know whether I should tell you this…”

“What?”

“Well, uh… I read an account recently about a man who claimed to his girlfriend-to-be that a finger pressed into the anus brings temporary relief from constipation.”

I don’t know why, but I found just hearing that terribly embarrassing. Was I embarrassed for her, having brought up such an intimate thought? Or, was I embarrassed for me for some reason?

The discussion soon turned back to business, and that was that.

However, the thought rattled around in my head for a few days. The idea of Helen sticking a finger in my ass brought instant chills to me, and I had to go in the bathroom and give myself an orgasm more than once.

At our next meeting, Helen asked whether I was eating better, and how my constipation was coming along. I had to admit that I was still hooked on eating cereal in the morning, sandwiches for lunch, and so on. I was still constipated. However, the line of questioning caused shivers in me, and I couldn’t resist asking, “Hey Helen, can you tell me more about the finger in the anus thing?”

“Does that sound like something that might be useful?”

“Actually, maybe… yes, yes I think it might be helpful.”

“Would you like me to help you with that?”

Oh, my god! As soon as she asked, my heart leapt into my throat and started beating a hundred miles an hour. I’m sure I blushed big-time.

“Um…”

I realized I couldn’t even complete a sentence. Couldn’t even work out the thought. I would love to experience such a thing, but dare I admit it?

Realizing I had paused for a long time, I rushed to form a complete sentence. “I suppose it might be worth a try.”

Then editing myself out of some sort of worry that I had said something really bad, and at the same time not wanting to kill a possibility that this could really happen, I added, “I mean, this constipation is really quite annoying, and well, maybe, well, I think it might be… yes… a good thing, I think.”

Unfortunately, Helen had students all day. She invited me to return to her house at six that evening. I can tell you, I was full of springs all day. I could hardly think straight. It just seemed like forever for 6pm to roll along.

Finally, there I was in her living room. She said, “Let’s go through to my bedroom. I think we’ll be more comfortable there.”

Once in her room, after a long and uncomfortable hesitation, Helen said, “OK, let’s just do this. No fanfare is necessary. Why don’t you take off your clothes?”

“All of them?”

“Well, you could just pull down your knickers, but that seems kind of inelegant, don’t you think?”

After some more hesitation and awkward small talk, I found myself fully naked in Helen’s presence. I also found myself shivering, although it was actually warm in her bedroom. Helen, meanwhile, was fully clothed.

I was kind of embarrassed about my small breasts, and the fact that I keep my pussy hairless. I also didn’t want to seem too eager, for some crazy reason. And yet…

“You know…” I began, with my voice actually shaky, “I’d be more comfortable if wasn’t the only naked person here,” and I tried to laugh.

“Ah, I understand. Furthermore I was hoping you’d ask.”

At this point, I knew we were BOTH too far gone to turn back. We had both essentially admitted to each other that we’d like to do what it was obvious that we were going to do.

Helen stripped, and I have to say, that woman has the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. Very white, full, heavy, hanging down against her chest, with big nipples, Oh my! She turned at one point, and her ass was to die for. I guess I find white people very attractive, or at least Helen sure was.

I found myself face down on Helen’s bed. She had me spread my legs wide so she’d have access to my asshole. Evidently, she had prepared for this, because she had some coconut oil, which she spread on her finger. I felt the gentlest and slightly cold touch against my anus itself. The very center of my being in my opinion. My, did that feel great! If nothing else had happened, I’d have a memory to masturbate to for years to come.

But much more did happen. True to her word, Helen worked her finger deep, really deep, into my rectum, and it felt so good that I was wetting her bed with the juices flowing from my vagina. I orgasmed. I tried, mostly unsuccessfully to suppress a moan.

Helen laughed good-naturedly. “Was that an orgasm?”

“I’m afraid so,” I squeaked out as I was coming down from the sexual high.

“Do you want more?” Helen asked, even though she didn’t wait for an answer. That delicious finger of hers started pushing in and out only about 1/4-inch. I was so sexually high at that point, I couldn’t even speak. I was just like, “Ummmm, ohhhh.”

“I hope this isn’t too intimate,” she said, and with that, she managed to place another finger in my very wet and slippery pussy. Orgasm city!

I had, never in my life had more than one orgasm at a time. This was the first occasion where it was just orgasm after orgasm.

When things finally died down, she withdrew her fingers very slowly. The one in my ass seemed super-long as it kept coming out for what seemed a very long time.

I rolled over on the bed to face Helen. She climbed on top of me, embracing me in the best hug of my life, and then she started kissing me.

Who knew? I mean, up until then, I had the occasional random thoughts of a sexual nature with Helen, but men had been in my sex fantasies also.

As the weeks went by, Helen and I played often. It’s true that eating better cures constipation. Or maybe it was the repeated butt-fingering. I did the same for her, even though she wasn’t constipated. I did much more for her too. She taught me how to really be a woman, with all it’s sexual context.

At first, I worried about this lesbian ‘thing’ quite a bit. I couldn’t even bring myself to say the word ‘lesbian.’ I watched a couple of Netflix movies involving homosexual women, and didn’t really care for them. But in time, I came first to reconcile being lesbian, and then to embrace it. A year later, I was a major LGBT advocate.

I was scared to death when I finally came out to my parents. It was needless. My dad just went, “Hmpf,” the way he does when he learns something that doesn’t particularly interest him. My mother was more verbose saying that both of them knew for quite some time that I’d probably be interested in girls. Evidently, they were totally fine with it.

Just last week on my birthday, Helen had a huge surprise for me. Her brother was at her house. I had met him before. He’s a big, strapping police officer.

With the two of them smiling at me in a certain way, and the way they were carrying on, it was soon obvious to me what they were planning. More than once I had told Helen that I wondered what it would be like fucking a guy. She had tried to give me the effect with a hairbrush handle, and then a soft dildo she bought on Ebay, but I kind of wanted to experience the real thing.

That evening I lost my virginity. On the one hand, I was rather intimidated by his massiveness, his hairy body. On the other hand, I have to say, having your vagina, your body, spread wide and filled with a penis is a super fulfilling feeling. Helen sat there rubbing herself to orgasms as she watched me and her brother getting it on. I love Helen!

I’m a Nudist Nonbinary Man

I’ve never felt like I was fully a man. There was no doubt about it
physically and I was always interested in my body and in masturbation. But
while I loved women, I never had that desperate need that so many men have;
in fact, I was seldom able to perform adequately with a woman, no matter how
much I loved her. And while I’ve always had a strong feminine side, and
have dressed essentially androgynously (jeans, shorts, t-shirts/tank tops,
sandals, and I love wearing short men’s skirts), that was the extent of it.

Complicating this was serious PTSD from being sexually abused at a very
young age by my grandfather. I’ve slowly recovered vague memories of him
having me be his “naked slave”, a pattern of behavior that resurfaced after
the divorce from my first wife, and which I adopted completely – the idea
that because I could not perform with women I had to become a slave to the
Goddess and serve her through naked service to women. There’s nothing wrong
with that if it’s sincere. The article “Slave Michael” here on
Sex270.com is about my life when I was seeing myself as a slave.

Then I caught Covid, which was mild, followed by long Covid, which laid me
low. I was bedridden for weeks, with a slow recovery to follow. It
affected my brain and my thinking, and as I came back to life I realized
that the PTSD and slavery had vanished. While I still love to be and be
seen naked, the urge to submit myself to a subservient relationship was
gone.

While I was sick I got acquainted with current thinking about gender
identity, and soon realized that, in modern terms, I am nonbinary. I
strongly identify physically as male, but sexually I’m female. This is why
my sexual relations were not successful – I was supposed to be the one
getting fucked. I realized I had lost all interest in having sex with
women. Like most men, I’ve experimented with anal sex and liked it OK.
Alright, more than OK when it came to wearing a butt plug and the few
occasions when a woman used a dildo on me. But the thought of being fucked
by a man was anathema to me. I obtained a dildo which is almost exactly like
my own penis but two inches longer, and using it on myself turned out to be a
delight, so much so that I began collecting photos of attractive penises from
the Internet, having prints made of the best ones, and fantasizing about them
being used on me.

Oddly enough, though, I still have absolutely no actual
sexual interest in other men – I just want to be fucked by a beautiful penis.
It was a revelation to find that there was very little actually sexual about
being fucked, but I love not only how it feels but also the idea of having
to allow my body to be penetrated and used for someone else’s pleasure, for
as long as he wants to. But the pandemic, and then monkeypox, make it all
too obvious that it’s way too risky to be meeting people I don’t know well
and allowing them to use my body these days.

I’ve lived for years as a smooth (shaved) nudist full time at home, and
sometimes when visiting friends. My useless-for-sexual-relations genitals
are not just visible all the time, the lack of pubic hair puts them on
display. It’s impossible for me to ignore them. The realization that they
can only be used for masturbation now has freed me to see them in a
different light: that’s what they’re for, and there’s no shame or guilt in
it, any more than using my legs to walk around, because it’s no longer about
sex in the traditional sense. I don’t do it because I feel deprived or
sneaky, I do it because it brings me pure, unadulterated joy. And honestly,
is there anything more beautiful than a big erection?

Things I think about when I masturbate:

* Having my anus exposed and available all the time

* Going out in a skirt and getting fucked

* Having friends who come to my house and fuck me sometimes

* The first time I get fucked being videoed and posted online

* Living as a roommate with a man, on the condition that I live naked all the time and he can fuck me

* There are lots of photos on the Internet, most on Wikimedia, of me naked that get lots of views and that I can’t take down, and I think about people looking at those and seeing me the way I actually live.

* People seeing my naked pictures on the Internet and thinking about me getting fucked

* Also people looking at pictures of my bare feet on the Internet

* Always being naked and shaved with my genitals on display

* Everyone knowing my genitals will never again be used for sex with another person, and that they are only for viewing and masturbation

* People reading this article

I don’t masturbate with the goal of ejaculating, quite the opposite. I’m a
tantric edger, getting high on sexual energy, and prolonging the high for as
long as possible. In that respect, masturbation is sacred, since tanra is
one of the seven yogas, on a par with the hatha yoga practiced by many.
There is a spiritual element to the high that elevates the spirit and lasts
afterwards. In the interest of keeping the plumbing healthy, I do
occasionally cum, and it’s a rare treat when I do.

Sometimes I will take yohimbe, an herb which acts a lot like Viagra, and
spend hours enjoying the extended state of arousal. It also makes my body
look sexier to me, especially being shaved. I wish I could feel like that
all the time, but the herb has side effects that make it impractical for me
to use it too often. The new freedom I feel about masturbating means
promoting and dedicating time to it no longer carries any stigma. After
all, how is it any worse a thing to do than to self-indulge watching
football and drinking beer all day? And I wind up feeling fulfilled, not
drunk.

I should add that I never masturbate around others unless it’s part of the
context of a situation. Similarly, if a visitor is not comfortable with
nudity, I wear clothes in their presence. I get no pleasure from someone
else’s discomfort. I do often regret that necessity, since it’s all about
pleasure and joy, but members of this society are conditioned from early in
life to be ashamed of their bodies, and to fear being in the presence of
nudity. I would love for masturbation to be widely viewed as I view it, a
personal activity that’s good for physical and mental health, and not one
more thing to feel inhibited and guilty about. Maybe someday we’ll get
there.

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Swinger Memoir

by Spurtz

I’ve been involved in swinger activities for a number of years. When my wife and I first started, it was with a like-minded neighbor couple. We used to get together with this other couple frequently and socialize. Despite being very close friends, the subject of trading wives had never come up.

But one evening we were visiting at their house and we all had a bit too much to drink and it just happened. I had gone into the kitchen to freshen my drink and when I came back to the living room, my wife was sucking Larry’s cock. My initial reaction was a fit of rage but as I saw her lips caressing his throbbing penis I got strangely turned on. Melissa, Larry’s wife, called to me and I walked over to her, unable to take my eyes off of my wife Sandy’s bobbing head. As I continued to stare, Melissa unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening penis. She peeled back my foreskin and sucked the head into her mouth.

Before the night was over I had fucked Melissa twice and although my attention was diverted from what Larry and Sandy were doing, I’m pretty sure he shagged her at least three times. She told me later that he had even fucked her in the ass, something I had never done with her.

The funny thing about the whole experience was that after the last cum, all four of us lay naked on the bed together and talked about how much fun we’d all had. No recriminations and no hard feelings. Even as we lay there and talked, Sandy continued to fondle Larry’s now limp penis and I gently stroked Melissa’s wet clit.

This was the beginning of our swinger life. We managed to get together with Larry and Melissa a couple of times a week. It was always the four of us together. There was something about sharing the experience that really made it enjoyable. I’ve never been able to fully understand it but it gave me great joy to see Larry’s erect prick slamming into Sandy’s wet cunt. As our meetings progressed I learned how much fun it was to suck another man’s cock while the two women lapped each other’s pussies. One of my favorite things to do was to literally pull Larry’s cock out of my wife’s pussy and suck her juices off of it. Larry had a really nice cock and when he got hard it was like a bar of steel. I grew to love his dick as much as I loved his wife’s sopping wet cunt. And he sucked mine with equal enthusiasm.

Our love of swinging sex with Larry and Melissa led us to wonder what it would be like to broaden our experience. Larry had learned about a swinger club that operated in our town. It was in a very large, but old mansion. Two lesbian women owned the house and held swinger parties there about every third week. It was by invitation only and no singles allowed. I never did know exactly how Larry got us an invite but he did.

There was a fee to attend but the house supplied condoms and lube as well as snacks and drink mix. Plus clean linen on the beds. If you wanted the hard stuff you had to bring your own. Fresh, clean white towels were in abundance for clean-up purposes and there was always a need for clean-up. By the end of an evening at the club, a generous amount of cum and pussy juice had been secreted.

The house rules stated that men had to be totally naked. Sandals were supplied for your feet. Women were allowed to wear teddies or a loose cover up but after the first hour or two pretty much everybody there was naked. I suspect that the invitations were limited to a certain age group. My estimate is the age of the members ranged from about 30 to 45. And everybody was quite fit. Other rules were you were free to invite anyone to have sex with you but “no” meant “no.” Anybody who was overly pushy was asked to leave, never to return. I only saw one couple ejected and surprisingly it wasn’t the guy who broke the rule but it was his wife who constantly pestered one of the male members who had politely refused her advances on numerous occasions.

On our first few visits Sandy and I had kept our sexual activities limited to Larry and Melissa. But at one point, an extremely good looking guy, with a very impressive erect penis, had approached Sandy. I could tell she was immediately interested. She looked at me with a question in her eyes and I slightly nodded.

The house layout had two main large rooms that had originally had been the living and dining rooms. It also had a large number of bedrooms. Although the large rooms were more of a communal meeting area, some sex occurred there. I’ll be honest, I was totally shocked when Sandy and the new guy, who I later learned was named Rex, wasted no time whatsoever. They sat down together on a couch and within minutes she was sucking his large dick and that quickly led to her laying back while Rex shoved his dick in her pussy. She had her legs up over his shoulders and he pounded away with a real frenzy. They ended up spending the entire evening together going off into various rooms. She told me after we got home that he had fucked her five times and she sucked him off twice more. She admitted it was the best sex she’d ever had.

Now you would think I would be upset hearing that. But truthfully, I was just happy for her. As we had sex with more and more different partners, we both learned that it made us happy when our significant other had a great experience. Sandy and Rex fucked on a fairly regular basis but slowly the novelty wore off and she tried out other partners. I had a few women who I was partial to and they were to me, and we regularly had sex together. Sometimes just the two of us and sometimes with a third or fourth partner, usually including my wife and/or Larry and Melissa.

There was a surprising amount of male to male and female to female sex that occurred. In my younger days I had always assumed that same sex action occurred only between gays but my eyes were opened to the fact that almost every person there was bi-sexual. They just enjoyed sex and it didn’t matter what the partner’s gender might be. Then one thing occurred that I thought I would never do. Sandy and I were in a foursome with another couple. They were a bit younger than we were. She was very cute with a perfect body. The guy was in great shape but had a relatively small penis. Probably about 5-1/2” long and slim. Actually that is about the average penis length but I had noticed that as a group, most of the club members had larger than average cocks.

Anyway, I was fucking his wife Marie in the missionary position while Sandy sucked his dick. I wasn’t paying too much attention to them when I felt fingers wiping some lube on my asshole. Before I totally realized what was happening, John was penetrating my ass with his hard cock. It slid right in and although I had always said I would never let anybody fuck me in the ass, it actually felt really good. My wife knew of my aversion to being ass-fucked and was getting quite a kick out of me having a dick up my ass. I learned later that she put him up to it. She figured with his small size that it wouldn’t be that difficult to penetrate my ass.

I have to be honest, the sensation of my hard cock pumping Marie’s tight pussy while John thrusted his cock in and out of my rectum was almost more pleasurable than anyone had a right to expect. It wasn’t that long before I felt John’s cream spurting in my asshole and that triggered my orgasm and I flooded her cunt with a major cum load. Then as John pulled his cum covered cock out of me, Sandy grabbed his dick and sucked it clean while Marie did the same thing to me.

After we got home that’s all we could talk about. We relived the experience over and over. I sucked her clit to several orgasms and she coaxed another one out of me with her expert oral action. That led to a few days later her ordering a strap-on online. The cock on the strap-on was bigger than John’s and it took a bit of getting used to by me as it was initially a bit painful. I never understood what a woman gets out of using a strap-on but she said it gave her a feeling of power and that she usually had an orgasm. She had become extremely orgasmic as our sex experiences expanded, so I didn’t doubt that fucking me could make her cum.

She took the stupid thing to the club and she talked both Larry and Rex into letting her fuck their ass as well as several other willing club members. There was one guy in particular who really got off on her fucking his ass. He would get on all fours as she knelt behind him and fucked away. You could see his big hard dick dangling down and after ten minutes or so of her banging away, huge streams of jism would spurt from his dick. This became the talk of the club and it got to where they would do it in one of the main rooms with many members grouped around watching. The guy admitted to Sandy that her strap-on gave him the best orgasms of his life. Any time we were at the club and he showed up, he would beg her to fuck his ass. And she would. I told her she should start charging him a fee.

There was one gal who I was particularly taken with. She was probably the youngest woman there and was only 23 or 24. Her husband was older. Maybe 35. She had a very athletic body which I find especially attractive and a terrific set of real tits without any sag at all. She had a beautiful face and of course was in great demand but she was very particular about who she had sex with. Fortunately I was one she liked. Sandy used to tease the hell out of me about Gina preferring me over some of the studs that were members. Gina and her husband didn’t come regularly, maybe every other couple of months. But when she was there she always looked me up and I was only too happy to oblige. But the odd thing was, her husband did not want her to fuck anybody. Only blowjobs or handjobs. She preferred blowjobs. In fact she once told me she would rather suck a dick than fuck one. I don’t know if that was true or if she was just sticking to the party line.

No matter. Whatever the truth was, the girl sure loved to suck a cock. She gave, without a doubt, the best blowjobs I’ve ever had. It’s hard to describe exactly what she did that made her blowjobs so good. Part of it was she literally worshipped my cock the whole time she was licking and sucking it. To her, it was like my cock was the only thing that existed in the world. She would pull her lips off of it and then stare at my dick like it was the most wonderful thing in existence. She was also adept at deep throat. I’m only about 7-inches so it wasn’t a major feat to deep throat me but the frosting on the cake was as she took my entire length, her tongue would flick out and lick my balls.

On several of the times when she sucked me off, Sandy would be there just watching. Not participating in any way because she didn’t want to be a distraction. But she was hoping to learn what this girl’s secret was because I had raved about the quality of her blowjobs. And it paid off. Sandy became the second best cocksucker in the world. She never fully approached Gina’s competence level but came close enough to make me happy. Even Larry commented about how great her blowjobs had become.

I know it’s probably hard for some of you to believe, but our swinging lifestyle has really cemented our relationship. I love Sandy with all my heart but there’s nothing wrong with mind-blowing sex with other partners. Feeling those spurts of cum go down some stranger’s throat or vagina makes living really worthwhile.

That’s it for now.

My Sister’s Friend’s Anus

I thought I knew a lot about most things, as 18-year-olds will do, but I didn’t have a full grasp on sex yet. I met one of my sister’s friends, and found her immensely attractive. She was slim and short, like 4’10,” with long black hair. Somehow, we struck up a conversation that turned into a mutual liking. Boldly, I suggested we go for a walk.

She asked where. I replied that there was an unmanaged park a couple blocks away. It was a place of cool, dark forested trails. Just the thing for a hot summer day. So, I drove her over there, and we started walking around.

There was no one in sight. I tried to steer the conversation to sexual matters, and she more-or-less went along with it. I put my hand on her shoulder, and she didn’t object. Just that little bit of touch excited me.

Thinking maybe I could get a little luckier, I moved my hand to her lower back. Very lower back. Still, no objection. Meanwhile, I brought the conversation around to masturbation. She admitted that she did it, but didn’t volunteer any specific information.

My fingers slipped under the waistband of her shorts and panties. Fortunately, they were elastic, so soon, my hand was on the round globe of the right side of her ass. She didn’t say whether she liked it or not, but I took it as affirmative, since she didn’t ask me to stop. I was super-excited to feel her pretty, small, smooth round ass in my hand.

Here’s where I got really crazy: I moved my hand over her ass crack, and as we continued walking, and I could feel the muscles of her butt working with each step, I slowly worked my forefinger between her ass cheeks. Still no objection.

I pressed my finger directly against her anus. Still no objection. Instead, she uttered, very quietly, “Hmmm, nice.”

It took a while because we had no lubrication, but I managed to work my finger gently into her asshole about an inch. Mind you, we were still walking. Weird, eh?

All this was because I was such a nerd at that age, that I didn’t know a more elegant way to do things.

I so wanted to stop, lay her down in the soft late summer leaves, and fuck her big-time, but didn’t know how to steer the conversation. If that wasn’t going to happen, at least maybe there was a way I could see and feel her vagina. Maybe I could show her my super-stiff penis, still trapped in my shorts, and she’d want to play with it. Some variation of this seemed inevitable.

We continued walking and conversing. I kept trying to bring the conversation back to sex, but it kept veering back to other, more general things. The walking and finger-in-the-ass thing was getting awkward, so I removed it, taking a moment surreptitiously to inspect and smell it. The finger seemed perfectly clean, but smelled out-of-this-world beautiful!

Our walk came to an end, and nothing more happened. We said our goodbyes. I was convinced this was the first girl I would fuck. I was sure she’d become my girlfriend. It never happened. I saw her a few times, but she was always with my sister. Somehow I was too shy to ask her on a date. Then my sister went back to college, and that was that. I never saw the lovely young girl again.

My Brother Laramy

I’ve always been interested in all things sexual. It started before I can remember, but by the time I was fifteen not only was I masturbating at least twice a day, but I was always on the internet, looking for new information about sex.

I had figured out early on that I didn’t want to fuck. Too problematic in many ways. For three years after opportunities started coming my way (pun intended), I was still technically a virgin. However, in my early years, I had all sorts of objects stuck in any place they can be stuck, by both guys and girls. And, of course, I’ve been not only the stuckee, but the stucker, also.

But back to when I was fifteen. I had read that some women can orgasm from anal stimulation. I had already experienced clitoral and vaginal orgasms – plenty of them. All by myself, however. I hadn’t yet done anything with anyone else. It almost happened with this girl I know, but she geeked out at the last moment, so we didn’t even kiss.

The more I thought about the idea of orgasming from anal stimulation, the more I knew I had to try it. Oh, I had pressed a finger into my own butt, and sometimes an object or two. While enjoyable, nothing brought me close to orgasming. I started to realize I needed someone to help me out. I just couldn’t get it right by myself. But who?

The idea of my 13-year old brother came to mine. He’s a lovely kid, and would do any reasonable thing I asked. but no. Too crazy, right?

Well, you know how it is. An idea builds in your mind, and like a bulldog with a bone, you won’t let it go. So, feeling all sheepish and silly, and hell, downright embarrassed, I asked him.

“You want me to do what? You’ve gotta be kidding,” he ejaculated – in the old-fashioned use of the word. He was a late developer. I was pretty sure he couldn’t ejaculate yet, in the more modern use of the word.

I’m sure my face turned red. Now I felt like an idiot asking him to finger my ass.

Then he surprised me by saying in a bright, enthusiastic voice, “You bet!”

We got naked. It wasn’t like we hadn’t seen each other naked before, but that was like 8 years ago, when I was seven and he was five.

I was so horned up already, but then seeing him, with hairless little boner all hard and sticking straight out, well, I orgasmed, and I hadn’t even touched myself. It’s a good thing I’m a multi-orgasmic girl. From what I had read, not all women are like me. Some cum once, then like the boys I’d read about, they are totally done.

Now Laramy, my brother announced, “I can cum, you wanna see?” as he immediately started stroking his penis.

“Wait,” I practically yelled. I knew if he came he might lose interest in doing anything with me. I explained why I wanted him to wait, and he stopped. But he didn’t stop looking at my breasts. He was just staring, almost drooling like a fool. I was rather proud of my boobs, even though I was hoping they hadn’t fully grown in yet. They hadn’t reached that stage where they fold over and lay against my chest. I didn’t know if they would ever get that big or not. At the moment, they were really just bumps with little pink nipples on them.

On that occasion, Laramy did indeed cum, but it was like two little clear drips that seemed like water, or clear piss. I put my finger on one of the drips on his tummy, and it was kind of sticky, so I guess it was truly cum.

That was the first of many sexual explorations. He and I eventually became quite oral. There’s nothing like a dick in your mouth from a guy that you really and truly trust. Then, when that guy turns around and licks your clit, sucking your inner labia into his mouth, well, call it “Heaven!” We sometimes did 69, sucking each other at the same time, but more often, we’d take turns so we could more fully get the experience.

Around age seventeen, I met a guy named Ken. He and I hit it off. It wasn’t long before we were sexual. Oh, I know, but look, we were careful, always using condoms. As I’m sure all adult women know, the fulfilling feeling of a penis in your cunt can’t be beat, right?

The only problem with Ken was that Laramy became sort of jealous. Well, not quite that. He just missed our sessions together. Fortunately for Lar, that didn’t last long. One day Ken mentioned an interest in bisexuality. It took me like one second to figure I should set up something with Ken, Laramy, and me.

Fast forward ten years. My breasts never grew bigger. Oh, they’re OK, but they don’t flop down like I think I would have enjoyed. I’m still with Ken. Can you believe it? Laramy, Ken and I did fully play several times. A couple of times, in front of Ken’s delighted eyes, I did actually get fucked by my brother. Even in the ass one time. Always with condoms of course.

However, it didn’t last. It was inevitable that Lar would meet a girl. In fact. He’s been a serial monogamist for the past several years, but has totally lost interest in playing with Ken and his sister. Oh, well. Ken and I know how to have a good time with each other, and some other people we’ve met. But all that’s for another story.