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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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Why I Became a Prostitute

In grade school, I didn’t even know what a prostitute was. In middle school I was taught that whores are all miserable people who get addicted to drugs, then die young.

Nothing could be further from the truth, at least for me and the people I know.

Oh, sure, there are thousands of teenage girls who end up in a downward spiral. They meet a seemingly nice older guy who has a lot of money and gives them things, including drugs. It’s a fascinating world for these kids. They feel like adults ahead of their time. They start to become addicted. These guys they met let them know that in order to afford the drugs, which they now crave beyond control, they can have sex with customers. Most of the young girls hate the idea, but what else can they do? They’re addicted. The guys, their pimps, not only take a cut of the money, they take most of it. Many of them also sexually, verbally and physically abuse the girls. For these unfortunate teens, there’s no way out. They spiral downward and die. Very sad.

So now, let me tell you my story, which is entirely different.

My parents were not super-rich, but they were well enough off that they were able to send me to a Catholic boarding high school. In the summer of my 13th year, I was very happy to be going to the better high school. Fall came, and I learned from the very first day that parochial school was not all it was cracked up to be.

Now, I’ve always thought of myself as a good Catholic girl, but I have to tell you, praying silently for 55 minutes on hard wooden pews just isn’t for me. I was so bored! And the nuns were not very nice. For instance, one used to walk among our rows of desks, and would suddenly whack one girl or another on the wrist with a wooden ruler. Maybe it was for whispering to her neighbor, or doing poorly on a test. But it fucking hurt! Maybe it’s not like this in all Catholic schools, but in my school, most of the nuns were sour old women. Their personalities were wooden, and never allowed any sort of fun, even for themselves. Personally, I don’t think that’s the way to bring up studious, self-motivated kids. But what do I know?

Our school, being in a coastal town was only about 100 yards from the beach. There was a rumor in our school that used to scare the bejeepers out of me. It is said that the nuns were particularly mad at one girl a few years earlier. I think she accidentally muttered ‘God damn,” which the nuns overheard. Anyway, after dark, they dragged the girl down to the beach, took off all her clothes, and stuffed her vagina with sand.

I don’t know whether it’s true, but it had a strange effect on me. You’d think I’d be horrified, and I was. But there was something else. It was the first time I had really heard the word vagina used other than in medical contexts. It gave me a tingle down there.

The first time I tried confessing this horrible thought and related tingle, which of course I knew was terribly bad, I just couldn’t bring it up to the priest. I just couldn’t. So the following week, I had to things to confess, the second being that I couldn’t confess properly the week before. So, that second week, I tried to tell him, and he wouldn’t let me speak. Literally. As soon as the word ‘vagina’ was out of my mouth, the priest kept interrupting me. He wouldn’t even let me finish. He switched the conversation to homework and things like that.

My dorm room consisted of three other girls with whom I had become great friends. Being unable to confess my problem, I thought maybe I could at least carefully bring it up with them and get some opinions about what to do.

I really hadn’t said anything. Just something about wondering if the sand in the vagina tale was real, and that it made me feel ‘funny.’

Monica, with a kind of strange smile on her face asked, “What do you mean, ‘funny?'”

I tried explaining without saying anything, because as you can imagine, one, especially at that age, can’t really talk about such things.

By now, all the girls had stopped what they were doing, and listened with rapt attention. Monica allowed me to stumble though my little, halting explanation of what I felt. Then she said, “Oh, I know that tingle! Right here, right?” placing her fist right over vagina.

“Well… yeah, there.”

“Did you get wet?”

I’ll bet my cheeks turned three shades of red. That part I hadn’t mentioned. Hadn’t even allowed myself to think about. But it did indeed happen. That time when I heard about the sandy vagina thing, and a couple of times since, I felt a mysterious wetness between my legs.

Before I could answer, Monica said, “You were horny, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I get horny all the time.” Joanie added.

Amy, who had been silent up until then asked, “Do you know what to do about it?”

I thought she was asking like she wanted to know. But no, she had some information for us. Very interesting information indeed. That evening there in the dorm, I learned about masturbation.

Oh, no one did anything, but it was a very remarkable and eye-opening conversation. For a couple of weeks, the whole thing really occupied my mind. First, was it something a good Catholic girl could do? What would God think? I mean, according to Amy, most girls do it. But did they really? I doubted it. She said boys do it too. Oh my gosh! That thought kept coming back to me, and I got that crazy tingle wetness feeling several times. I kind of wanted to actually touch myself there. It felt like the natural thing to do, but I didn’t dare. Too crazy!

Days later, when I was starting to forget about the whole thing, around 10pm, an hour after lights-out, I heard a very quiet squish-squish kind of thing. I didn’t think anything about it. I had heard it before, but just assumed… well, I don’t know what. Maybe one of the girls was massaging a sore knee or something.

Suddenly a flashlight came on, Monica and Joanie were all giggles, and Amy screamed. As I looked over, I saw that the two of them had pulled off Amy’s blanket. It took a minute for me to comprehend, but Amy was bare from her T-shirt on down, and her hand was in front of her vagina.

Moments later, Amy had pulled the blanket back over herself, the other two girls quickly jumped back into their beds, and the door opened as Sister Marie stepped in and said, “Girls, you’re too loud. Keep it down in here.”

What I had seen was so alarming that I barely slept that night. No one said anything to anyone. Amy just glared at the two of them. A day later, the two girls fell all over themselves trying to apologize to Amy. I guess they realized that what they had done was horrible.

Here’s the thing: I couldn’t get it out of my mind – I mean the part of Amy doing what I could only assume was masturbating.

Monica and Joanie continued to be super-apologetic for a couple of days. Then one night when Joanie asked Amy how they could make it up to her she said something super-crazy. It just floored me: She said, “You’ve seen me jilling. Now I want to see you. Then we’ll be even.”

‘Jilling?’ It took me a moment to realize she was talking about masturbating.

Both girls shook their heads, ‘No.’

Amy’s answer: “Then I’m still totally mad at you. You so violated my privacy. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.”

Perhaps she was being overly dramatic, but that’s what she said.

Nothing more happened. The next night, as we were drifting off to sleep, Monica quietly said, “I’ll do it if Joanie will.”

“Do what?” Amy asked.

“I’ll… um… I’ll jill… I’ll let you see me masturbating…” she hesitantly, and very quietly answered.

“You know what? I will do it… If Sondra will also.”

I practically jumped when she said my name in that context.

It took me what seemed like a long time to answer. I opened my mouth, thought better of it, then started again like three times. Finally I answered as truthfully as I knew, “It seems weird. Besides, I don’t even know what it is. Something with my vagina, right? No, I don’t think so.”

Yet another couple of days passed. Something must have come over Amy because in front of the other two girls she started explaining masturbation.

“So look. Um… So, you rub your pussy and it starts to feel really, really nice. The a sort of explosion comes over. I mean, a good explosion. I can’t explain it. It’s like sneezing but a million times better.”

It was the first time I had heard ‘pussy.’ It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she was talking about her vagina. All of this talk was having that effect on me again. You know, where you get that tingle between your legs.

“Well,” I added, “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“Me too,” Monica admitted. “I haven’t really done it.”

Amy must have remained quite horny over the next couple of days, because she started working on us every night. Through insinuation, but never quite saying it, she indicated that we could learn to masturbate together, and she would show us how it’s done.

Maybe a week passed. Then Monica quietly piped in one night with, “Well, maybe I could help Amy show you. I mean, well… I’ve done it.”

I think everyone in the room was stunned. Nothing more happened for maybe five minutes. Then we heard some rustling around on Amy’s bed.

“Here,” is all she said as she turned on her flashlight and pointed it right between her legs. With her other hand, she was kind of petting the hair on her vagina.

I have to admit I was suddenly all tingles. I’m sure the others were too.

One thing led to another, and that night, after putting a a wedge-shaped doorstop under the door in case a nun might come around, which they never did unless we were too noisy, Amy and Monica showed Joanie and I how to masturbate.

With the sparkly eyes of all three girls watching intently, I, for the first time in my life put my hand between my legs for a purpose other than hygiene. I learned that the little bump is called the ‘clit’ and feeling the strongest tingle yet, and quite a bit of wetness, started rubbing in the little circles like Amy was doing.

It felt nice, and kind of a relief for the tingle, but nothing special. I quit rubbing.

“Keep going,” Monica practically yelled, in a strained whisper as to not bring the nuns to our room.

I figured ‘Why not?’ Then too, the tingle seemed to be taking over my brain. I somehow really wanted to do this. You’d think the invasion of privacy of having the three girls watching would put me off, but if anything it added to my excitement.

It didn’t hurt seeing them all naked. I must say, these girls had nice asses and legs. Monica and Joanie also had their bras off. What a sight!

Still nothing. Again, Monica told me to keep going. As I was doing so and becoming rather disinterested in continuing, suddenly Amy started moaning weirdly and arching her back. I didn’t understand and immedately asked the others, “What’s with her?”

“Watch!” Monica said.

So I watched, and Amy kept moaning, now even louder. So loud I thought it might bring the nuns around. She was moving her hand back and forth over her vagina so fast that her fingers were a blur. She was breathing heavy. Then it was over.

She laid back down on her bed. I noticed that her face had a sheen of sweat. She had an expression of something. I didn’t quite know if it was pain, or discomfort, or maybe it was bliss.

It was bliss. She looked at each of us in the eyes for a moment, then closed her own eyes and laid still.

Literally within a minute, Monica ended up doing something quite similar, although moaning almost not at all. But she too was stiffening all up and obviously in some sort of bliss.

Even if I didn’t understand what I was seeing, my body did. You might call it solidary. I’ll just call it the first orgasm of my life. My own moans were more like squeaks. Oh my god. I’m sure you know – the delicious fever-like chills, the toe-curling full-body contractions, and of course the feeling in what I came to know as my pussy.

As the years of high school passed, the four of us became ever more bold in our pursuits of personal pleasure. We learned what it feels like to have a finger or a tongue in our anuses, we learned about kissing, hugging, and everything that goes with sex. We got to study and watch each other give orgasms.

Either the nuns never found out, or more likely, they knew exactly what was going on in our dorm room and chose not to interrupt.

During those years I started wondering about boys. I had never seen a penis. This was in the days just before the Internet really caught on. There was no Wikipedia. Only Monica had ever seen a penis. She reported as best she could on what her brother’s penis looked like when a little earthquake caused him to run out of the shower, naked and in fright. Of course she had never seen it erect.

The one thing I knew is that I really, really liked masturbation, and thinking about all things sexual.

What a release it was to get out of high school. My parents could half-afford to send me to a good college, along with a student loan, and my grades were good. My first days at Berkeley were wonderful, but all academic. It was actually spooky for me, a Catholic girl, raised in a Catholic high school to be shoulder to shoulder with guys. They all seemed so big and tall.

I was invited to a party. I had never been to a party, but had seen parties in the movies. It seemed like a great idea.

I arrived by myself, and felt a little like, ‘I don’t know what to do,’ as I kind of hung back against a far wall just watching everyone else have fun. The music was loud. Too loud. People kept trying to hand me drinks, but I just didn’t feel ready for that yet.

A boy came up and said something in my ear. I couldn’t make out what he said with all the noise, I mean music. He shouted the same thing, and I still couldn’t make it out. Then he grabbed me by the hand, led me out of the building and on to the lawn where it would be easy to hear.

What he said was, “You look lonely. Would you like some company?”

OK, so I was naive, but I thought he really meant just company.

It turns out, he was naive also. He really did mean just company.

Freddy and I started hanging out and we became an item. I think the rest of the college community thought the two of us were rather weird. I mean, we were two peas in a pod. He liked sweaters. I liked sweaters. Sometimes, just for fun, we’d both wear our light blue sweaters. He was against alcohol. I mean really against it. He wouldn’t drink. He said his father set an example by drinking himself to death. Freddy did not want to follow in his footsteps. Me, well, I just didn’t feel ready to try alcohol yet so I totally supported Freddy in not drinking. That can be quite difficult when you’re surrounded by thousands of college kids who seemed focused on one thing: getting drunk. As if to justify their own interest in alcohol, they’ll try to get you drinking also.

It was about a month in when one of our hugging and kissing sessions turned into something more. When his pants came off, I orgasmed. I mean it. I saw his penis, which was already erect, and had that tingle between my legs so strongly that I immediately shuddered with a full-blown orgasm.

So, the first penis I ever saw was erect. It was weird-looking alright. I had no idea how a guy could hide such a thing in his pants, not realizing that erect isn’t their usual state. I reached out to touch it. How could I resist? I had no idea what to do. First I touched what I assumed was his peehole right on the tip with my fingertip. He shuddered, and I backed off right away. Did that hurt him? No, it was a sexual shudder. Then, I wrapped my hand around it. It was so warm! So soft on the outside, and hard on the inside. It started kind of expanding and contracting a little in my grip. Interesting. I couldn’t imagine what was going on. Then white stuff spurted out of his peehole. I jumped back in fright. He explained that’s what makes girls pregnant. Fascinating!

We didn’t have condom with us plus we had both orgasmed and were satisfied, so we just laid naked in the bed, hugged, and promptly fell asleep.

It didn’t take us long to figure out what humans have been figuring out for thousands of years. We did manage to get condoms. Together we learned how to use them. We learned so much more, too. We found out how nice oral sex is, giving and getting, I got to watch him pee, which I just loved seeing. He got to watch me pee. I was a little self-conscious so it took me a minute to just let the stream flow. But, oh what fun, exploring each other. In time, we had fingers, toys of various sorts, and his penis in every hole and in every situation imagineable.

I switched my major. I had been studying pre-med and wasn’t really liking it. It was just something I thought I might as well do – become a doctor. I decided I was to become a psychologist. Not just any psychologist. I was going to specialize in sexuality. I wanted to learn everything in the world about sex.

Freddy and I didn’t last. He was sort of forced to try some cocaine at a party one night. No big deal, right? But then a few weeks later, cocaine was offered to him again. He decided since the first time didn’t hurt him any, he’d just go ahead. One thing led to another, and within a year my beautiful Freddy became a drug addict. The poor guy was taking cocaine to get high, then he’d follow that up with heroine to get low. He used up all his money in short order, and had taken to shoplifting. Really! I tried reasoning with him, tried getting him in a treatment program, tried an intervention, nothing worked. In fact, it was the attempted intervention that broke us up. He was so mad at me!

Freddy taught me that I don’t want to go that route. I’ve never even tried anything alcoholic, nothing smoky, and certainly no drugs. The guys I’m with these days think it’s cute, or maybe quaint that I won’t do those things. When they’re with me, I insist they don’t either. If they want to fuck, they’ll have to comply, and they all do.

The one major thing I learned from Freddy is just how amazing it is to have a cock in you. I mean, I’ve tried sex toys of various descriptions, brush handles, and of course fingers of all descriptions, both from my Catholic school days and Freddy’s fingers, but nothing satisfies like a cock in the cunt. Pardon my language!

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I realized I like sex. I mean, I really like sex, everything about it. I like talking about it, thinking about it, seeing it on the Internet, you name it. I like sex! Because I had a real interest, maybe you might even think of it as a calling, I was a very good student through my college days.

The one thing, though, is I couldn’t get enough. I dated a few guys and we fucked, and it was nice. But it was too few and far between in my opinion. One of the guys was a sort of male nymphomaniac. This guy could cum three times in a single night, and often did. We’d fuck, we’d fall asleep, then at 2 in the morning, he’d want more. You get to a point where enough is enough. Or, at least enough of the same guy, the same way, night after night. This nympho guy liked missionary sex. He didn’t want oral, he didn’t want different positions, he didn’t want to try anything new. Boring!

So, I couldn’t get enough, and yet, it had to be good or why bother?

There was very little mention of prostitution in my studies. You see, to become a psychologist specializing in sexuality, most of what you learn is ordinary psychology, not sexual stuff. But there were a few paragraphs, and one of them kind of woke me up.

The whole world talks negatively about prostitution. But why? What’s wrong with it? If you think of the concept intellectually, logically, it’s only the side-effects that are negative. Prostitution so often involves drugs, as I mentioned earlier. It can break up marriages. One can get diseases.

The idea of prostitution started rolling around in my mind. Might I like to play with that? Might it even be profitable? You see, my parents had been able to put me through Catholic high school, but the family business was a bookstore, and business was not doing great now that Kindle and all that ebook stuff was coming around. It got so bad that they had to lay off their two employees and my sister went to work in the bookstore. I had a $150,000 student loan to pay off. Hmmm, I was thinking, what if I could make a dent in that loan while playing with prostitution. Crazy, eh?

I put a notice on Craigslist kind of hinting at what I was offering. A guy wrote back. We wrote back and forth like six times, while I started realizing it was a stupid idea. Before we even met, I changed my mind and dropped him.

It took me a year to get up the gumption to actually play with this whoring idea. I thought about it and though more about it. It was becoming an obsession, yet I hadn’t taken one step to act on it. Well, I did take one step. I realized I could get in trouble, real physical trouble with random guys. So, I took up Judo, then switched to women’s self-defense classes, and finally to Karate. It was my physical education, and frankly, I was having a blast. Who knew that I’d end up becoming rather expert in self-defense? Sure, I got bumped around a lot, and even sprained an ankle once, but I was having the time of my life. Well sort of. I still wasn’t getting enough sex.

In fact, it was a fellow karate student that became my first client. I had gone out with him to a pizza place, and we had an enjoyable and long conversation. In fact, I was hoping he’d invite me somewhere so we could fuck. I would have liked that. Instead, we just kept talking. I spilled out my thoughts about wanting to become a prostitute. To his credit, he didn’t act shocked. Instead, he offered to become my first client. He only had $20 to spare, but I wasn’t complaining. I never mentioned that I would have had sex with him for free.

We went to his dorm room, he kicked out his roommate, and we were literally naked and fucking within five minutes. No fanfare, no foreplay. He just wanted to jump right into me. I thought that was weird, but a minute later, I was in absolute joy as I felt his warm, hard, throbbing cock deep in my body. Oh, my god! He had no idea how much I got out of this, even though he came and was out of me within two more minutes.

This guy had friends. Quicker that you can say “Fuck me hard!” I had a huge clientele. I fucked my way entirely out of my student loan by the time I graduated. For the first year, I was sure I’d get in trouble with one of these guys. I’d have to use my Karate skills. But it never happened. I also feared STDs. It worried me like crazy, so I was always super-clean, insisted that the guys take showers first, I used antiseptic creams, and literally had the guys wear two condoms. That kind of squeezes their dicks nicely. Although they may complain at first, they all seem to like it in the end.

One of the advantages of being a whore is the variety. Not all guys want missionary position within the first minute. Some want long foreplay sessions. Some are really weird with their own fetishes. More than one guy has paid me to just watch him jerk off, or to just wank myself while he watches. Some are very oral. Some aren’t oral at all.

Maybe because I was brought up Catholic and I thought for the longest time that everything sexual was dirty, I particularly enjoy the dirtiest sex of all: I just love being fucked in the ass. I can easily orgasm just from that. In fact, I more likely will orgasm from anal than vaginal sex.

You see, I don’t always orgasm. I have gotten to a point where I still totally enjoy the company of these guys and I always love the fulfilling feeling of a penis inside me, but I just don’t orgasm every time any more. And it’s all good.

Something I’ve been enjoying lately, but it’s still rather rare, is the occasional female client. That’s right. There are women who pay to have sex with me. Oh, I love licking out a woman until she has multiple orgasms brought on by my tongue!

Now that I’m getting older, I know I’ll lose my looks soon. In fact I already am, but I still have no shortage of clients. Now, they’re mostly older men. These are guys who are uglier than I am!

I have recently dusted off my PhD, and have been doing some private consultation for people who have, or imagine they have sexual disorders.

I’ve been accepted into Berkeley’s psychology program as a professor of the sexual psychology program. I guess the books I wrote helped my reputation as a sexual expert. I’ll start teaching this autumn. I’m so looking forward to that!

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Masturbating with Friends and Family Members

Masturbating with Friends and Family Members

I found this thread on Reddit:

Have you ever had an experience where you masturbated with a friend or family member? Were you just doing it in the same room as them, or were they doing it as well? Was it a positive experience for you?


I was playing stripping cards with a friend. He lost and was left naked with a hard-on. I offered the last hand. If I lose, then I will take off my clothes. If he loses, then he will masturbate. He lost and had to jerk off in front of me. I joined in.

Since then, we have been watching porn and jerking off together.


My roommate and I do it occasionally. You really get to know somebody when you watch each other have an orgasm. It’s a very vulnerable and intimate thing you’re allowing someone to see and leads to greater intimacy, even if plutonic like we are.


Omg, I think I just fell in love with the level of emotional maturity you’ve just demonstrated


My friend (M) and I (M) helped each other jerk off while thinking of the same person. He jerked off mine, and me, his! 🥰🙈


That’s the best!


We had a scout group, and we did circle jerks. It was much fun.


Sounds rad!


Hot id love to hear about it


With a friends many times. We used to have “circle jerk” events back in the days. Sometimes even one female friend joined us.


I did with a female cousin back when we were both 18. She was staying over at my place because her parents were out of town and she didn’t want to stay in the house by herself.

While I went to the store to get us some beer (it was legal to drink at 18 then.) She went to the bathroom, which was off of my bedroom, and saw my stack of Playboy and Penthouse magazines. When I got back, she was sitting on the couch looking at them. Her parents were highly religious and didn’t have such sinful things like that around the house.

After a couple of beers (she wasn’t used to drinking then), she asked me if I masturbated to these women. I told her that I did and she asked me to show her. I thought “what the hell” and pulled it out. After a few minutes, she had her hands down her shorts.

I told her that it wasn’t fair that she could see me, but I couldn’t see her. She took off her pants and shirt and I did likewise. We just sat on the couch watching each other cum.


That’s pretty kinky. I’ve read a lot of women’s first masturbation stories from them finding a dirty magazine. lol


Damn if I were you, I would be beating off to that memory for a long time


So fucking hot


While in university, my friend(M) and I(F) were watching TV at my place. I got super horny and I started masturbating but I don’t think he noticed. I got close to cumming and he noticed when I started writhing but I couldn’t stop. He just watched me as I came. We eventually hooked up a couple of times and we’re still great friends so I think it was positive.


Me and my best friend when we were younger. Watched and helped each other many times


Did once with a friend drunk after a night out, we started talking about our wife’s and how they like to be fucked..he said he was hard and started wanking he told me to do the same so I did..as he wanked he confessed how he’d love to fuck my wife, we both ended up cumming and then he said he was off to bed to fuck his wife. 5 minutes later I could hear her moaning and screaming it was real hot


With my best buddy growing up, we’d jerk each other off all the time until we got older and got girlfriends. Always wanted too do it again and might have a new buddy who might be into it but taking it easy to test it out


Many times. Best was a JO bud from high school who became a roommate after graduation. We’d get high, watch porn, and would eventually stop down and start stroking. Ofc we stroked each other as well. Great time in life.


Yeah. A few JO buds over the years. My best friend and I many times together. Got pretty erotic. I think about it fondly.


Could use a few of those too, lucky man


I was at a female neighbor ‘s house when I was a young teen. She was 18 & her younger sister was there. Also some other teens from the neighborhood. We played doctor which led to group masturbation. I still jerk to that memory today.


Thats insane 🤯


Truthfully speaking I had a best friend that I masturbated with and had sex with. She and I would watch each other masturbate sometimes. It was fun but she is deceased now. Those were good times.


I have with a few friends. We’re very open about it and have a positive attitude about masturbating and sex.


Yeah. Playing with ourselves usually turned into playing with each other, though.


Masturbated with a friend. We had been watching some porn and that led to us just masturbating during the porn watching. It was a fun night.


I masturbated with my step-sister a lot, growing up and my half-sister when I was older. It was fantastic!!


Would love to hear more about it!


I lived with my step-sister, growing up. She was younger, but we started masturbating together when I was 12. My half-sister is also younger. We didn’t start until we were both adults (I was 30, she was in college)


I had sex with a guy when a friend was sleeping in the same room 😜


How did you guys finished? Did he came inside of you?


Yeah… in fact I think my friend overheard the bumping, but she never mentioned it 🫢


Did you cum too?


Putting a pillow on my face, yeah


Was it hard to keep quiet when he was pounding your pussy?


I had to bite my lips so hard 🫢


I’ve jerked with friends Several times. I loved it..So much more fun with company


Growing up, I did with my brother and it was really good for learning some stuff


Many times with both but my 1st time was when I was still in school. My best friend (m) and I(m) had a fort in the woods stocked with dirty mags we took from the garbage that his dad threw away. After school, we’d drop our stuff off at our houses and go straight to our fort. It started out by just looking at them and talking.Eventually, we started getting naked and while looking at the mags, we also looked at each other. He was rather thin but had a pretty big cock and nice little ass. After a few times of doing this… I became the bold one and sat next to him while we were both naked. I nervously reached over and touched his balls and cock! It was amazing to say the least!! He eventually did the same to me..it felt so wrong, but sooo good!! We made each other cum many times!! A few of the pages even got stuck together (lol). One day, we decided to step it up. Looking at the women sucking cock, we.figured, lets try it! We did and feeling his cock in my mouth was so hot!! He loved licking my balls as well!!Our favorite thing to do was 69. Though at the time, we never came in each others mouths, it was usually on each others stomachs or chests and eventually on each others asses.!Im stroking my cock right now remembering this…ive told my wife about this many many years ago and to this day, her and I love sucking cocks together. The only thing different now, is, I swallow!!


Friend yes it was great


I’ve had several jerk off buddies. My first one and I would trade handies and blow jobs too


A friend a few times, once with a Craigslist hookup. Both doing it, but we just watched each other. No physical contact.


Did it with a friend at the same time but in different rooms. We were too nervous to do it in front of each other lol we started and finished about the same time


Yes, multiple people and multiple times. It was fun.


I’ve had a jerk buddy since young, older guy I would go and watch porn at his house and jerk off while we watch, now a days we still jerk sessions but not as often as before


Growing up me and my sis and cuz! That went on for a while!


Had a neighbor when I was in grade school we used to look at magazines and jerk off.


I haven’t yet but my aunt is visiting right now and she’s so hot I’d love to watch her finger herself, already stole a pair of her panties and she smells so good 😩


My sister and I have been doing this for almost 3 weeks now.


A few months ago I jacked off with my mom’s boyfriend. He had some old porn that we watched on his VCR. As bad as porn was in the 80s and 90s it was still pretty hot. We both jacked ourselves off. I had never seen another man cum in person. He is bi. I consider myself very straight, but I did like watching him!


My cousin and I used to masturbate together while his mom was taking to mine in another room. And we’d also hug nude so our dicks rubbed together. Then we moved and I met a friend who showed me porn and we came together everyday and eventually led to him fucking my little sister while I fucked his little sister right next to them.


Female
I and my 19yo son have been living a nudist Sex Positive Lifestyle for 3 months and we occasionally masturbate at the same time, it’s fun and we both enjoy it!


This is so wonderful and sexy. You are a great mom to encourage the sex positivity. I wish I wasn’t from such an uptight family.


Female

Amazing, what a great life 💕


My best friend, once. We never did it again or even mentioned it. In hindsight I’m glad I did it once but I was pretty weirded out after for awhile.


Same. And every post like this leaves me wondering if it’s him telling his side of it. But there are probably millions of us with the same story, so obviously unlikely. I kinda wished we’d talked about it afterwards though. Probably would have made things less awkward.


With college roommates and 1 close friend


I (m) once played a random game of strip poker with two co-workers (f). I lost while one of them was shirtless, the other bottomless. They taunted me into jacking off in front of them. I did. At first they giggled, but the bottomless one clearly was getting into it and casually rubbed herself which caused me to ejaculate all over the carpet of their dorm room (we were military). It was fun. It never went any further than that but it’s a great memory.


I used to masturbate with a friend and snuggle for a while, but since our respective heart attacks, it’s just too much exertion for us at 70+ y.o..


Me and my cousin used to masterbate together when we were younger. Did it for years before he stopped wanting too id sometimes even give him blowjobs and he’d return the favor with hand jobs. Was fun now that I’m older I really wanna see if I could give him another blow job. Besides being my cousin those early experiences shaped my type in guys lol I love them blond like he was


I had a stroke buddy i middle school.. led to him sucking me. Wish I had a JO/suck buddy now, male or female. So hot laying back getting sucked looking at porn mags (yeah I am that old we still had magazines back then. Lol)


When I was 14 or 15 years old I’d spend the weekend at my maternal grandmother’s house. After doing chores for her all day She’d pour a bath for me and when it was ready she’d call me into the bathroom, vigorously get me undressed which would arouse me. She’d say can’t wait to get into your bath huh? She’d give about 20 minutes and then she’d knock and say let’s get you washed young man. She could wash a mother fucker good!! She’d encourage me to grab my rock hard cock while she wash my balls and ass. It would feel sooooo fuckin good. Then she’d towel me off and say I was going to sleep like a baby…. BTW, she was HOT!!


Many friends i masterbated with and loved it


Jerked off with my grandpa. It was so nice.


Me and my six friends would go to a public sex house in the woods (an abandoned house where you can fuck any age person boy or girl) and would jerk each other off and let grown men join. BTW keep in mind we were all 13 . We would eat each others ass and cum on each others face


Hell yeah. Figuring out the Playboy channel was some magical shit.


Friends, yes. Always a great time with my one of my buddies.


I wish I want to masturbate with a friend or family member, but I have had no such luck, yet. maybe in the future, I will get an opportunity if not a family member, then a friend, but I want to try mutual masturbation with someone who am comfortable with.


Yes to a family member and friends.

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Falling in a Cold Lake with an Old Dude

This is another true story from a client. I particularly enjoyed transcribing this one for you.

I used to hate my skinny build and blond hair. I mean, why did my hair have to be almost white? Oh, I know, both of my parents are Scandinavian.

When I was 12 I got my first guitar. I became pretty good at that guitar fairly quickly, and started getting positive attention from everyone. Then, being different – short, skinny, and with light blond hair was a good thing.

My parents let me grow my hair long, like a musician, and suddenly, I was the hit of the party. Every party. I was being paid to perform. Oh, not much. $75 here, and $100 there. But the people, especially the girls, seemed to be quite attracted to the guy on the stage – the little guy with the ivory hair! So, now, I very much like the way I look.

Besides guitar, I also like winter camping. I guess it is the Norwegian and Swedish in me.

I’m in college right now, studying music of course. Did you know that with a Master’s in music, you can be addressed as “Doctor?” True enough. But I don’t care about that. I plan to be a music teacher. I love teaching almost as much as I love playing. Correct that. I actually like teaching more. I don’t like having to travel to venues to play. If I could live my life with students coming to my house to learn music, well, that would be fine with me.

Oh, winter camping. I get off-topic easily. So, during the Christmas break, one of my professors invited me to go camping with him. He has a cabin in the Adirondacks that is accessible unless there is a big storm. As the last week before the vacation approached, I was so hoping it wouldn’t snow.

Professor Jim, as everyone calls him, is a really nice guy. He’s not one of those teachers who singles people out. He isn’t a yeller. He explains things so you really get them. And, did I mention he can play flamenco better than anyone on earth? Or so it seems to me. He is like an older version of me in a way. He is also around 5’7″, thin, but white-haired. I mean really white. Not light blond. He also has a white beard, which I think is quite attractive. If I were an old woman, I’d totally go for him.

Professor Jim doesn’t know about winter camping, and wants me to instruct him. Imagine, I’ll be teaching the professor something!

The day finally came, and we drove up in his Mercedes. Actually, I mostly drove, and he sat in the passenger seat, basically talking music all the way, which I loved, of course. He mostly talked about his specialty. The class I’m taking from him isn’t part of the traditional music curriculum, but it ought to be. He teaches how to be a music teacher.

Anyway, we got there, built a big fire in the fireplace, and while the cabin was heating up, we decided to go canoeing. He has a little canoe tied up to his dock. The lake, more of a big pond really, was about half iced over. So, we figured we’d go noodle around in the water for a while, where the water was mostly clear.

It turns out Jim doesn’t know anything about canoing. We weren’t in the water more than five minutes, and perhaps fifteen feet offshore, when he managed to tip the damn thing over. That water was the coldest thing I have ever experienced in my life. I mean, literally, painfully cold.

I cramped up immediately. Fortunately, the bottom was only about 4 or 5 feet below us, so as soon as we gained our footing, we ran or mostly hobbled back to the shore, and into the cabin.

We immediately threw off all our clothing onto the carpet, grabbed the towels out of the bathroom and huddled near the fire. The fire hadn’t heated the cabin very much yet, but we could feel a bit of warmth up close to the hearth. It wasn’t enough. We were both shivering big-time. Professor Jim ran to the bedroom, grabbed some blankets, and spread them out on the floor in front of the fireplace. He then said, I should climb into the blankets with him.

I wasn’t objecting. There was nothing sexy, nothing gay, about it. We were both deathly cold. So cold, we might have died if we didn’t huddle together under those blankets. So we did. I curled up, and he hugged up behind me. We started to warm up, and after a while, we fell asleep.

In a while, maybe it was an hour, I woke up, and then I started to feel a bit weird. I knew it might have saved our lives, but still, it was strange indeed to be huddled with my old teacher. And then it dawned on me. The solid thing I felt pressing against my lower back was his dick! He had a hardon, and it was pressing against me. Geez! Worse, I was erect too. I just noticed that. What was I doing erect? And horny. It seemed like I wanted to jerk off right then and there. Of course, I’d never actually do that, but I was quite horny.

The professor stirred, and then suddenly backed away from me.

“Oh, sorry,” he said.

I’m pretty sure that was an apology about his erection, not about dumping us in the cold lake.

Being the empathetic individual I am, I immediately told him not to worry, that erections are normal, even in abnormal situations, such as this one.

He said it was probably because his wife died a few years ago, that huddling with anyone would ‘set him off’ as he called it.

I asked whether he had any sex any more. He hadn’t. Since we are pretty close as student and teacher, and since we were both still naked as babies, I couldn’t resist asking whether he jerks off.

He said, “Yes, all the time, at least twice a day.” He then admitted more than a professor should probably admit: That he fantasizes about some of his students, such as Clarise, the curly-haired pianist in our class, who looks a bit like a young version of Minnie Driver.

I admitted that I fantasize about her too. We laughed.

He then got kind of quiet, and hesitantly said, “And, I fantasize about you, too.”

“Oh, fuck, how should I answer that?” I was frantically thinking. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I know what it is to be crushed.

Clarise recently crushed me, although I don’t think that book is entirely written yet. I’m going to ask her out again. But I was not going to crush Jim. However, I am not, absolutely not, attracted to 68-year-old men. But I do like masturbation. And, given the chance, I’ll masturbate with anybody.

So I told him right out, “Dr. Jim, there’s no way I’d have a relationship with you. But I’d be honored to masturbate with you any time.”

“Really?” he exclaimed. “I’m delighted. I don’t want a relationship with you either. I may be attracted, but I’d never do anything about it.”

As this discussion was happening, my penis started to rise under the blanket. I was somewhat surprised by that. While I was not physically attracted to Professor Jim, he was a pretty good specimen. Totally healthy. Well-groomed – at least well-groomed when not naked under a blanket after nearly drowning in a lake. And he was thin and small like me. And like me, I had noticed, as is so fashionable these days, he has removed all the hair around his crotch.

I wanted him to be happy, and thought about his plight. The poor guy had lost his wife, and what was probably a good sex life along with her death. And I was erect. Go figure!

So, since it was now quite warm in the cabin, I threw off the blanket revealing my erection. I simply said, “Let’s just play.”

I’ve never seen such a big, ear-to-ear smile! He threw off the other half of the blanket which had been covering him, and he, too, was erect. Jim was circumcised, while I was not, but otherwise, we were quite similar. His dick might have been a bit shorter and fatter, but overall, was about the same. Not huge. I don’t care for huge dicks. But not small, either.

With a touch of reluctance, I reached out. I was concerned about somehow changing my relationship with my favorite teacher. But then, it had already been changed by falling in the freezing water. This was just changing it more.

I placed my fingertips on the tip of his penis, while he moaned, and changed from sitting up to laying down on his back. I lightly brushed the tip of his dick, then his scrotum, and his upper legs for a while. He was in heaven, and so I did that for even longer.

Finally, I ever so gently brushed a fingertip along his frenulum. His dick jumped up an inch. I did that several more times, separated by about fifteen seconds each time. His dick jumped each time.

With my other hand, I cupped his balls and kind of lifted them up, while I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his penis, and started jerking him off in earnest.

He stopped me, saying, “Your turn, I don’t want to cum too soon.”

He instructed me to lay down on my stomach, and started in with a slow, full massage. Neck, back, butt, legs, feet, hands, arms. Then back to my butt. Using both hands, he kept kind of kneading and spreading it, no doubt giving him a clear view of my asshole. Then he started swirling his finger around the perimeter of my anus, but not quite touching the middle. No one had ever done that to me, and it was delightful.

He did that for quite a while. Then, I felt the occasional light touch against the back of my scrotum. It felt amazing!

After a long while, he had me roll over, and gave me more massage. Arms, chest, legs, etc. During all that treatment, my penis was super-hard, and bobbing up and down, but he ignored it, continuing with the massage as if I didn’t even have genitals. That was driving me deliciously crazy.

Finally, finally, he brushed against the side of my penis. He did that over and over again, just touching the sides of my shaft with his fingertips. I felt that feeling, you know the one I mean, like I was about to have an orgasm. But he was an expert at reading physiology, and had us switch positions.

I then ‘did’ him for a while, bringing him close to orgasm. He had me stop, and then go again a few times. He had me place a finger against his perineum, between his balls and his ass, and I could feel the contractions.

Professor Jim was orgasming without ejaculating, We kept it up, him telling me to stop, then go, then stop again, and he kept orgasming every few minutes, I’ve never heard of such a thing. I really wanted to learn that technique, but wasn’t sure if it was something one could learn, or something one must be born with.

Jim told me that no one is born with it and that anyone can learn it – if one is patient. He turned his attention back to me and had me lay on my back again. He started stroking my penis, then suddenly let go, right before I was building up to an orgasm.

He had me bring my feet up close to my butt, with my knees in the air, so he had access to my asshole. He spit on his index finger, and then gently placed it against my anus, while holding my penis in his other hand. I felt an almost-orgasmic contraction, and he felt it in me too, so he quit stroking my dick. He slowly worked his finger into my anus, and then curled it forward against my prostate.

That was too much. I came. I had an amazing ejaculation, cumming so hard it spit up to my neck and chin, as he slowly withdrew his finger.

He said that was my first lesson, and promised we’d work on the technique until I mastered it. He said it might take twenty or more sessions until I learn to orgasm without ejaculating, but that it would happen.

I was willing to turn my attention back to him – to finish him off with an ejaculation, but no, he was satisfied. Evidently, that’s another good thing about the orgasming without cumming thing – that you can be satisfied in a new way, and according to Jim, it’s more satisfying than actually blowing cum.

Well, Jim and I have masturbated together perhaps a dozen times since the day at the lake. He has his own small house near the campus, and I visit him there. We are not in love or anything like that. We are just a young and old pair of jerk-off buddies.

I have not yet managed to orgasm without ejaculating, but we keep working on it. Clarise is my girlfriend now, and I’ve told her all about Jim and I, and she’s fine with that. In fact, she came over with me one time, and just watched as the professor and I did each other. It was totally hot, and both Jim and I lost it way too soon, ejaculating within minutes. She stayed clothed, and did not participate that time, but she tells me she’ll be happy to fully participate next time.

If you think Jim and I have become good at edging, that’s nothing compared to Clarise. She can have orgasm after orgasm for hours, with her legs all shaking, and she’ll moan, and sometimes even yell from her orgasms. I love that. She has orgasms from clitoral stimulation, G-spot stimulation, and something I didn’t expect: I can put two fingers in her butt, curl them forward and stimulate what I believe is the back of her uterus, and she will orgasm big-time from that.

I’m really looking forward to a three-way session But, I have to convince Jim. Even though I have finished with his class, and she’s not one of his students, he is being reluctant. The last time I spoke with him, however, he said he’ll probably be willing to do a threesome masturbation session with us soon.

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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 Jacks Off Six Guys

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 Finds a New Way for Both of Us to Cum

My wife Sara has turned into a sex monster. It all started when we were watching some porn and she realized I got off on videos where the husband watches the wife give handjobs to other men. She suggested that if that turned me on so much, maybe we should try it. I was all for it. In retrospect, I’m not sure whether she suggested it for my sake or if it was that she wanted to wrap her hands around a strange cock. Considering the way things have gone, I’m pretty sure it’s the latter. But I’m OK with it because I do really get off seeing her jacking, sucking, and even fucking another guy.

We did hook up with a guy name Jeff and I wrote about that in my two previous stories. But now she wanted to try something different.

“Honey,” she said, “you know what would really be fun? How about you line up several guys and you can watch me jack all of them off?”

“Damn, Sara, you are turning into a real cock slut. But I can’t say that’s a bad idea. How many cocks…uh…guys were you thinking of?

“I think six is a good number to start with.” Hmmm, I thought, to start with? How many was she planning on working up to?

We live in a major city and fortunately there was a local website that was similar to the old Craig’s List where you could advertise for sex partners. I worked up a post that went something like this:

“Hotwife looking for cocks to jerk off. Husband wants to watch. This will be a group jackfest limited to six guys at once. Submit photos of your erect cock. Jerkfest will take place in the Embassy Suites near the airport in two week’s time.”

We couldn’t believe the response. We must have gotten over sixty emails with cock pictures. We quickly eliminated about ten of them because the emails were either written by sex freaks or mental defectives. Once we sorted out the trash the two of us began to sift through the dick pix. Sara wanted me to have an equal voice in choosing our six subjects since she knew I got off on guy’s hard cocks almost as much as she did.

We agreed that we would try to pick six unique cocks. One guy had one of those cocks with a prominent upward curve that looked unusually tasty. One was as thick as a Coke can. Sara had never fucked a really thick cock and although this was supposed to be a jerkfest, she said she could fantasize what it might feel like inside her cunt while she pumped it. But I knew that before the evening was over, she would figure out a way to impale herself on that monster cock. I was as curious to see her vagina stretched around that prick as she was to feel it inside her.

We continued to sort through the photos. She found one she liked that had an unusually large head that she said she would love to work over with both hands. Another guy appeared to have a partial circumcision. Obviously some foreskin was missing but enough remained to still cover most of the head when he was semi-hard. He had sent a couple of pix and one was the semi with the foreskin only covering about 2/3rds of the head with the tip still visible. The second pic was full hard with the foreskin rolled back and bunched up behind the head. Sara thought jacking a guy with some foreskin, which she had never done, would be a trip.

It was a bit difficult to accurately determine true dick size just from photos, but she found one that was an unusually good looking penis and appeared to be quite large. He got added to the group.

Now we were down to picking the sixth and last dick. We had pared it down to four or five possibles. I had some favorites and so did she. We finally agreed on the final cock. It appeared to be a decent size. About 7-inches Sara estimated. In the photo the head appeared to be unusually shiny and both of us were attracted to its overall look. I think what closed the deal was he had the biggest ballsack of any of the guys we looked at. Neither of us were all that much into big balls but we both agreed it was something different. Now we had our six dicks.

“Hey babe,” Sara cooed, “I have an idea to make this whole thing a bit more fun. Why don’t we have a couple of little contests that the guys can vote on themselves.”

“Like what?” I wanted to know.

“Ok, suppose we vote on who has the most impressive cumshot? Maybe another could be who has the hardest hard-on? Who has the biggest dick would be too obvious and not really contestable. We could also have a prize for the last guy to cum.”

“And what would these guys win?” I wanted to know.

“How about the biggest shooter gets a follow-up blowjob? The hardest dick gets a second handjob, and the same for the last guy to cum.” she replied.

“What if the same guy wins two contests?” I asked.

“Well, obviously in that case I would have to fuck him.”

We sent emails and details out to the six chosen cocks and asked for confirmations that they would attend.

When the big night arrived, everybody showed up on time. Sara took charge in a major way. She immediately undressed and directed the six guys to do the same. She had adhesive name tags but just with numbers, 1 through 6, and each guy stuck one on his shoulder. She explained that all of the participants would be voting on a couple of categories after everybody had cum at least once. She listed the categories and also told what the prizes would be. By the time she finished every guy was hard.

She did go on to explain some additional things. And that was that I would be there as an observer while she jacked off all six guys. Her plan was to start off jerking each guy maybe five or six minutes working her way around the room until she had given each guy some hand time. Then she would work her way around the room a second and possibly a third time, or even a fourth if necessary. Any of the guys were free to cum any time they felt like it.

“If any of you guys would like some attention from my husband while waiting your turn, feel free to let him know. He will be happy to jerk your cock or suck it if so desired. Don’t be shy. We are all here to have as much fun as possible”

We had rented a room normally used for meetings or seminars. Sara had arranged six chairs in a rough circle. I was a bit annoyed that my chair was outside the circle but I figured I would be standing most of the time anyway so I could watch her working over the six dicks. I really wasn’t expecting any of the guys to take her up on the invitation for me to jerk or suck their cocks.

Everybody sat down and Sara went over to number one, the guy with the really nice curved cock, and she knelt in front of him. She wrapped both hands around his throbbing man-meat and started performing her magic. After just a few minutes the guy was squirming around like he wanted to cum. I had kind of suspected that might happen. Sara had the most expert hands of any woman I had ever been jacked off by.

“Hold your jism, buster,” she said as she moved to the next erect penis. By the time she got to the third guy, everybody was well into it. As she moved to the fourth guy she didn’t let go of the third guy’s throbbing cock and for a minute or so she was jerking both dicks. Watching this turned me on like nothing ever had before. My own dick was beet red and the skin on my cockhead was stretched as tight as I had ever seen it. I should have won the award for the hardest cock right at that moment.

The first guy was watching her intently and it was obvious he was sorely missing her ministrations on his throbbing penis. He looked at me and beckoned me over. As I stepped up beside him he grabbed my dick and gave it a few strokes. “Are you really ok with sucking my cock?” he asked. I dropped to my knees in front of his chair and quickly popped that luscious cock in my mouth before he had a chance to change his mind. As I greedily sucked his prick while pulling gently on his ballsack, it only took a minute or so before he pushed me away. “I’m gonna cum, man , if you keep that up and I want to make it last at least until your old lady gets back,” he gasped.

As I pulled off his engorged prick, the guy in the chair next to him pointed at me and then at his throbbing cock, obviously wanting me to suck his prick too. This was the guy with the trimmed foreskin. I pulled it all the way back and sucked the head as deep into my throat as possible. As it turned out, he couldn’t take much of what I was giving either. I continued to move onto the next guy following right behind Sara.

The next guy was the one with the coke can cock. No way could I get that monster prick in my mouth but I could kiss and lick the head. I proceeded to tickle his frenulum with my tongue and lave all around the coronal ridge. I could tell by his jerky movements in his chair that I was giving him some real pleasure. I did manage to pump the shaft while covering the head with saliva.

Not a single guy stopped me from following right behind my wife. By the time she started the second time around she was fully aware of what I was doing and although she continued her expert manual manipulations, she was also doing some sucking herself.

By the third loop, most of the guys asked me to drop off my stimulation of their distended pricks because they were all too close to cumming. They rightfully wanted Sara to be the one to bring them to orgasm. In fact as she got to the sixth guy on her third loop, he exploded all over her with a major cumshot. However, she was ready for it. She has an uncanny knowledge to know exactly when a guy is ready to blow. She took most of his cumload in her mouth. Even though he was the first to cum, I figured he would be hands-down winner of the biggest cum load as stream after stream of jism spurted from his dick into Sara’s waiting mouth. After he finally shot the last bit of cum, she took his dick in her mouth and sucked him clean.

As she moved to the first guy again on the beginning of her fourth round, I think seeing #6 blow his load got everybody else primed. As she moved to each guy, it only took a few pumps from her expert hands to produce gushers of cum. She told me later that to avoid too much mess, she took each cumshot into her mouth and swallowed it down as fast as it arrived. She would hold each guys prick a few inches from her mouth so all of us could see exactly how many spurts of cum each guy unloaded.

When she got to #4 however, no matter what she did, she couldn’t get him to cum. I figured he was working towards winning the prize as the last to cum. After she spent as much time working his dick as she felt was reasonable, she moved onto #5 and then # 6, bringing them both off fairly quickly. Then she went back to #4 and it only took three or four quick strokes and the semen came spurting out.

Before she finished loop number four, one of the guys who had already cum came over to where I was now sitting as I was lazily stroking my cock while watching Sara bring off all these guys. He dropped to his knees and took my prick in his mouth and proceeded to suck me off in about two minutes flat. Of course I was more than ready. I had never been sucked to orgasm by a man before but the past hour of watching Sara do her thing and being able to suck and play with six different cocks had brought me to a sexual high that I had never come close to before. I don’t really know if it was that I was about as turned on as I had ever been, or if the guy sucking me dick was the best cocksucker in the world, but it sure felt like it. I grabbed the guy’s head and started furiously face fucking him. I honestly don’t ever remember feeling anything as glorious as when my cum erupted from my cock and slammed down the dude’s throat. I kept ramming my prick in and out of his throat as streams of semen shot out with tremendous force. I probably would have won the biggest cumshot prize if it hadn’t all gone down the dude’s throat.

When I finally let go of his head he pulled off my cock gagging and spitting out what he couldn’t swallow. My prick was still spurting short jets of semen all over the dude’s face. I grabbed my prick and furiously pumped it as fast and as hard as I could. I was not willing to let the amazing orgasm subside any sooner than possible. I saw Sara watching me with a huge grin on her face as long string of jism drooled from her lips. “Having fun, honey?” she asked.

Sara handed out ballots for the three prizes. Each category had boxes numbered 1 through 6 and each guy voted who he thought should win.

The vote for biggest cumshot was unanimous. As I expected #6 was the winner. The vote for the hardest cock was split 4-2 but the winner was #1, the guy with the curved cock. There was something about the way his cock looked that made it appear super hard. And the last guy to cum award went to #4 unanimously since it was very obvious who the winner was.

“All you guys are welcome to hang out and watch the winners receive their prizes or you are free to go,” Sara announced. Everybody opted to stick around. By now the sexual frenzy had cooled off and the guys were laying around with some cum drooling from half-hard cocks.

The room had a chaise lounge in it and Sara had #6 lay back on it while she got between his legs and sucked him off. Even though his first load was a prize winner, his second was almost more than Sara could handle. She eagerly swallowed but some cum shot out of both sides of her mouth. Everybody laughed and clapped as she finished sucking his dick clean of semen.

Then she proceeded to jack off #1 and #4. I was surprised at how quick #1 was able to cum a second time. Number #4 took a bit longer but with Sara’s expertise, no guy can hold out too long. After she had wiped both cocks clean with her lips and tongue, she asked the guy with the super thick prick, who was #3, to lay down on the chaise lounge.

“I’ve always wondered what a prick that thick would feel like stretching my vagina and now I’m going to find out,” Sara exclaimed. While watching the winners get their prizes, the rest of us had continued to stroke our pricks so #3 still had a great erection. His dick wasn’t super long, maybe 6-1/2 to 7-inches but was seriously as big around as a Coke can.

Sara had a bottle of Astroglide and she proceeded to coat #3 prick’s as liberally as possible. Then she poured some in her hand and wiped it up her slit. She climbed on the chaise lounge, straddling the guy and slowly lowered her sopping cunt onto his huge prick. Somehow it slid right in. As she lowered herself onto his cock, she let out a groan of ecstasy, not of pain.

“Omigod,” she moaned, “I’ve never felt this filled before in my life. God what a feeling. I can feel my cunt lips stretched to the limit.” She began to piston her pussy up and down the giant cock. It didn’t take long before I saw her body tense up and I knew she was having an orgasm. Sara is very orgasmic and I figured she was just getting started. She continued to thrust her body up and down the guy’s cock and I would estimate that about every tenth stroke she had another orgasm. I know how to read her very well and I knew that those climaxes must have been the best of her life. I was happy for her but felt very inadequate as I knew there was no way my prick could ever give her what she was currently experiencing.

Then #3 stiffened and his toes curled and I knew he was unloading more cum into her steaming pussy. She must have known he was cumming but that didn’t slow her down at all. She kept bouncing up and down on the giant cock letting out little screams each time she came. It was obvious she had no intentions of stopping any time soon but I knew the poor dude under her was getting intense sensations on his cock that were literally more than any man can stand. He tried to push her off, crying for her to stop. But she just kept fucking his dick and having orgasm after orgasm. Why would she want to stop? She was in her own world and never heard a word he was saying.

Finally the guy, who was a pretty big dude, grabbed her around the waist and held on for dear life, stopping her frenzied gyrations on his dick. She finally snapped out of whatever trance she was in and realized what she had been doing. He let go and she stepped off of him, allowing his soaking wet cock to slide out onto his thigh with cum still dripping from the tip. Sara stood next to him, still in somewhat of a daze with his cum load running down her legs.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” she said. “I know that after a guy cums you have to stop because the sensation becomes too intense. But I was so focused on my own pleasure that I didn’t really know what I was doing. But thank you for the best fuck of my life. I have never, ever experienced orgasms like that. I must have had ten or fifteen. I lost count.

Even though what I was witnessing really hurt my feelings, while she pounded her cunt onto his dick, I was furiously masturbating my own incredibly rock hard cock and unloaded a major cumshot all over her ass and back. But she was so into that huge cock that she never even felt it. I took a towel and started to wipe up my cum load. “What are you doing, honey?” she asked. “I just blew a major cumshot all over you while you were fucking your brains out,” I responded.

“Oh, I’m glad you were enjoying yourself,” she said. Then she addressed the room. “Do any of you guys have enough jism left to fuck me. I need more cock. And honey,” she said to me, “after all of the guys fuck me, I want you to go down on me and suck out all the cum.”

So that’s exactly what we did.

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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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My Wife Sara Loves Giving Handjobs

By Spurtz

The Sara Series:
My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work
Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock
Sara Finds a New Way for Both of Us to Cum
Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

My Wife Sara Loves Giving Handjobs. And More.

This story is a continuation of “Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock.”

After Jeff went home after an incredible night of threesome sex, Sara seemed a little down. “What’s wrong honey?” I asked.

“I can’t believe I did all those things with Jeff. You must think I am a total slut. I know our agreement was I was only going to jack him off while you watched. But then I sucked his cock and fucked you both until everybody’s balls were dry. I don’t know what came over me. Once I had two big hard cocks staring me in the face, I kind of went crazy.”

“Don’t worry about it babe. Believe it or not, I totally got off watching you working your magic on his big cock. I was worried beforehand that I would get jealous but I could tell you were enjoying the hell out of yourself and when you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“But honey,” she protested, “surely watching me roll Jeff’s foreskin back and lick all around the head of his cock had to bother you. Then seeing me suck his dick until he came down my throat. I can’t believe that didn’t upset you. And then to let him slide that engorged prick into my pussy and fuck the shit out of me. That didn’t bother you?”

“Sara, I know how much you love it when I fuck all your holes. Why wouldn’t you love having a strange cock doing the same thing? It’s just sex. It’s not like you are in love with Jeff. You aren’t, are you?”

“Hell no. I might be in love with Jeff’s cock but it ends there.”

“Sara, I do have to confess to some jealousy. Watching you going down on his engorged prick did give me some pangs of jealousy. But only because I wished it was me sucking him off.”

“I thought so,” she replied. “I was watching you out of the corner of my eye while I was sucking Jeff off. I saw your dick go from semi-soft to full hard. I knew it was turning you on. But I wasn’t sure if it was me sucking his prick that got you going or it was you wishing you were doing the sucking.”

“Both,” I confessed. “Before last night the idea of sucking another man’s cock was just about the last thing in the world that I ever thought I would want to do. But now it’s all I can think about.”

“I’m going to tell you a secret,” she said. “The second time Jeff fucked me last night, I whispered in his ear that I thought you might be having a fantasy about sucking some dick. He said he thought so too. And that he had no problem with it. He said he’s sucked a few cocks and it’s great fun. So next time we hook up with Jeff, maybe I can watch you two guys suck each other’s dicks.”

“So when is ‘next time?’” I asked.

“I knew you would be hot to trot. Jeff’s coming by again tonight.”

I was stunned. She knew me too well. But I couldn’t wait for Jeff to show up.

That evening, Jeff arrived right on time. He wasn’t inside the door more than a couple of minutes and all three of us were naked. My dick was already bone-hard in anticipation of what was to come. Jeff wasn’t far behind me. I even thought I could see some moisture dripping down Sara’s thigh.

She directed us to all sit on the sofa and served some drinks. After some small talk, Sara knelt down between Jeff’s legs and proceeded to masturbate his erect penis. My dick throbbed in anticipation. Since everybody already knew what was going to happen, Sara bent over and took the head of Jeff’s engorged cock between her lips. She took her mouth off long enough to say, “Babe, I want to get this big cock ready for you.” She went back to expertly sucking his dick and then got up and said, “Your turn.”

I took her place kneeling between Jeff’s legs. I looked down at the most desirable sight I could imagine. Sara had brought the head of his cock to a rosy red shiny glow. I reached down and grasped the shaft of his meaty prick and pulled the foreskin all the way back. I had no idea what sensations awaited me once I took his cock between my lips. But I couldn’t wait to find out. As he prick slid into my mouth my first reaction was there was no taste. I guess I expected a bit of a tangy flavor but there was none. I eagerly bobbed my head up and down. The feeling of my lips gliding over his glans and then passing over the coronal ridge and moving onto the shaft was way more exciting than I ever expected. I tried to take as much of his cock down my throat as possible but my gag reflex kicked in before I even had half of it in.

I felt Sara kneel behind me and her hand reached around and grabbed my penis. I think my prick was as hard as it has ever been. She started doing her hand magic on my cock. Then I felt her other hand slide down my back and into the crack of my ass. Her lubed-up finger found my butthole and she slid it right in.

I was in sexual heaven. A hard throbbing cock down my throat. Sara’s magic hands performing an incredibly sexual handjob on my raging prick while her finger pistoned in and out of my asshole. I could tell I was doing all the right things to Jeff’s cock as his hands clasped each side of my head and helped set the rhythm of my taking his cock up and down it’s length.

I was a bit torn. I knew if we kept this up, it wasn’t going to last long. But no way could I stop. My brain told me if even I made him cum, the evening would not be over. This would just be a great start. So I continued to suck his prick in a near sexual frenzy. All too soon I felt his body stiffen and a series of short groans escaped his mouth. I knew he was cumming.

I felt the first hot spurt of semen hit the back of my throat. This just made me suck harder and faster. The feeling of his cum continuing to spurt into my mouth took me to new sexual highs and the next thing I knew, my own cock erupted into one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Stream after stream of hot jism shot out of the end of my prick and hit the sofa and the carpet. Sara was coaxing me on as she swiftly pulled her finger out of my ass. She knew from experience that pulling the finger just as I started to orgasm intensified it for me.

“Cum for me baby. Keep shooting that cream for me.” She continued to grip my dick even harder and pumped it like there was no tomorrow. I wasn’t sure who was going to stop spurting cum first, me or Jeff.

I kept sucking Jeff’s big prick. I didn’t want to let it go but he finally cried out in submission. “I can’t take it anymore. Too intense.” I knew what he meant as I was experiencing the same thing as Sara continued to stroke my prick coaxing out every last dollop of jism. Finally she let go. I staggered to my feet and flopped down next to Jeff. Sara inched forward and took Jeff’s cock in one hand and mine in the other. “Oh, we do have a real mess here,” she purred. “A cleanup is needed.” That said, she proceeded to take turns licking and sucking all the cum off both our pricks.

I knew the evening was off to a glorious start.

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Things That Embarrass Me

You may think I’m weird, and perhaps I am, but this is the truth:

I guess I may be a bit of an exhibitionist.

I am not embarrassed to be seen naked.

I am not embarrassed to be seen naked with an erection.

I am not embarrassed to be seen naked and masturbating.

I am not embarrassed to be seen mutually masturbating with a guy or girl.

I am not embarrassed to be seen in any sort of sexual situation.

Embarrassing:

I am embarrassed to be seen pooping or wiping my ass.

I am embarrassed to sing in public.

I am embarrassed to be seen brushing my teeth.

I am embarrassed to be seen around anyone who is smoking or obviously drunk.

I am embarrassed to yell or be really loud in public.

So that’s me. How about you?