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Nudist Family Erections

Someone asked on another website:

“What do nudist families do when someone has an erection?”

I’ve reposted some of the answers here.

Loretta:

Nothing. Boners just mean the dick is functioning properly. There’s nothing that needs to be done. Most men have learned to suppress natural boners. Thankfully, my husband and son don’t bother. Why should they? The females in this family have seen countless boners. They are a total non-issue.

If we’re watching a movie and something sexy happens, the men are all standing at attention — as they should be. I’d be very worried if they were not.

And boners are contagious. If one of the guys walks into a room with a boner, all the rest of them stand up in solidarity.

Monique:

As a mom of a nudist family, we do absolutely nothing when it happens as we treat it as being a natural occurrence in males. My husband and I have two daughters and one son (in their mid to late teens) and we have all pretty much seen everything. My husband doesn’t usually walk around with an erection (except for first thing in the morning) and even when he does, no fuss is made.

Our 14 year old son obviously has less control when it happens. His attempts at hiding it especially in front of his two sisters became futile after a while and with the exception of the occasional teasing by them, he is no longer self-conscious when it happens. We neither encourage, nor discourage him to relieve himself manually (and alone). He can do as he wishes on his own accord.

Olivia:

Firstly, nudism is not about sex in anyway. Nudity is a part of sex but sex is not a part of nudity. That being said, nudism is about positive body image and acceptance. It is important to not shame the individual, if it happens unknowingly. Also- it is very different for a boy or young man to get them, than an adult man. Adults should know it’s inappropriate, and should not be flaunting them around.

When growing up in my nudist household throughout the 90’s, my male relatives would get erections from time to time and we would just wait for them to pass. However, being a curious girl, I would look at them- in hindsight, pretty intently. Our parents wouldn’t make a big deal about them and were pretty open to teaching us the reason they happen. One thing growing up a nudist does teach you: is that boys can get an erection at any age. My youngest brother would get them often around elementary school. Of course, both of my brothers would spontaneously get them when they were in high-school, which would last for several minutes in each case.

My husband was also a nudist, and I met him at a nudist event one summer. We continued dating and going out throughout high-school. There would be times, when around my family and others, he would become erect from simply holding my hand. We would do most of our teen “fooling around” in private. However, I would try to tease him from time to time by casually brushing my hand or rubbing my body against him in just the right way. He would get an erection right away. ‼️I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR IN ANY WAY‼️ But hey, teens will do what they do.

There was one instance in particular with my husband that sticks out in my memory. I was a Sophomore, and he was a Junior. We had been dating for almost a year and our relationship mainly consisted of phone calls and cards. Being a nudist household my family invited him over for the weekend, sans-textile. It was so great to see him and the first moment I got alone with him, I went for it. I started “fooling around” with him in our backyard furniture while our parents were busy in the kitchen. He was so nervous and shy about it, and when my parents came out he was mortified. His erection never subsided throughout the remainder of the evening and my folks just talked to us anyway. I never knew what they were thinking, but I did marry the guy. ☺️

Hope this helps!

Male:

I living in Europe the Netherlands I was with my single dad 5 times in Cap D’adge. You see often teenboys 11 – 16 age showering at the wall in the early hours 6–9 pm with healthy morning erections.

So one time me and my dad we were walking to the showers gotting accidentally both an hard on penis. I was 15 years it was funny to see our sex organs were looking identical 8.5 inch erect with a mushroom glans. Other men spotting us they did not react angry or saying covered it up by a towel or something. Nope it was a normal healthy scene. If you are in the men’s showers block you often find sperm at the floor from others often from boys in puberty to release their semen. Actually for example an 13 year old boy was dripping cum out his penis when I was entering the mutual shower area. You knew he had the urge to have an ejaculation he did it to prevent blue balls.

Susan:

In my family, this was an ordinary thing and my parents explained what it meant. I saw my father and my older brother (2 yrs) have erections. Not often with my father but when we were teenagers, I saw my brother with an erection a lot. He taught me about masturbation and we did it together until he went away to college.

Jeff:

Just kind of treat it as normal! I get them in front of my stepdaughters and sister in law! She is used to it. I’m sure other women will agree. As my stepdaughter says I’m flying high and proud when I’m erect!

Sid:

In my family I usually am allowed and even encouraged to “take care of it” myself either one at home or at a nudist resort. Best of all usually one of my sisters give me a hand to help with my hard situation down there. Since I am the only boy in my family with my two sisters and mother they just tend to smile or giggle. They point and laugh/giggle or say some obscene comment about my hard situation in the morning since we’re always naked in the house. The fact that I have a 7 in penis makes it very difficult to hide my arousal. The first thing we do when we get home is go to our rooms undress and go about our activities inside the house completely nude. My mother and two sisters are very sex positive and see nothing wrong with sexual arousal. They even keep boxes of Kleenex around the house so that I can “take care of it” usually on the sofa. I’m not bothered by them watching me masturbate in fact I find it arousing which allows me to take care of it faster and they don’t care either in fact they encourage it they just ask that I don’t leave a mess. My favorite part is when one of my sisters offers to help me with her soft and delicate hands. To my family this is something normal and nothing to be ashamed of and will even give me a hand or even more when I ask. Erections and masturbations are simply a part of life and come into play much more when you are a nudist family like mine.

Keep in mind that this is applicable only in my family and most likely will not apply in yours. Be cautious and respectful of others in the nudist sitting and always follow the rules when going to a nudist resort or visiting other nudist families. Most nudist families or nudist Resorts frown upon any sexual behavior and men/boys having erections and flaunting them. So be mindful of your situation and be discreet, use your own discretion and judgment.

The reason why I have frequent erections is because of my very high levels of testosterone. I just turned 18 and I usually get let off the hook at the nudist resort that we frequent since we’ve been going there all our lives and my family is very close to the owners. I even got caught having sex with the owners daughter on the campgrounds once but they let it go. I know this is not normal but I guess my family is this weird.

Trevor:

Of course erections are completely natural, and will subside on their own after a short period of time. In our naturist household we do not cover genitals for any reason, as this leads to body shaming.

Even as a man in my mid-40’s, I still wake up fully erect nearly every single morning. I don’t delay getting out of bed just because of an erection. I will walk downstairs, enter the kitchen, and start brewing some coffee fully nude. When our household first started to practice naturism, my wife (an only child, who was not raised naturist) would notice my morning wood and comment, “Oh look, someone’s excited!”. Now she realizes that this is a very natural state for men early in the morning, and the novelty has worn off. There are no longer any such comments and erections are simply ignored.

I have to confess that even after practicing naturism for so many years, I am not immune to some embarrassment. My wife has a very close relationship with her mother, and when we first started to practice naturism my wife readily confessed our new lifestyle and even shared tasteful family photos of our first resort trip with my mother-in-law (including nude photos of yours truly). The next time MIL came to visit our home, she didn’t care that we walked around nude and we didn’t care that she saw us au naturel either (she had already seen everything in the photos anyway!). However, I did find morning erections around her rather difficult. MIL tends to wake up very early and would frequently already be in the kitchen when I came down from the bedroom to brew some coffee. I found myself having a tendency to face away from her while working in the kitchen those first few mornings, but it was a bit of an awkward circus trying to keep that up. Before too long MIL saw that variation of my genitals too, but she also knows it’s normal and said nothing.

Male:

My wife, tween daughters, sister-in-law, and her two kids (tween boy and girl) are presently living together under one roof, in a “nude at home” environment.

My nephew is not the only one who is experiencing spontaneous erections – it still happens to me even though I am in my 40s. It can happen when I’m out on our pool patio, and with my nephew, it happens pretty much at any time. The kids do spend a lot of time in and around the pool, in the nude, and as they are all roughly the same size and height, they will play in the pool and make physical contact with each other. When he “sprouts wood”, he may have to excuse himself for a bit just to avoid embarrassment, but the girls are now used to it and they knew pretty early not to tease him about it. (I think that they’re amused and fascinated by it – I saw one of my daughters trying to sneak a peek at him while peeing.)

When I have one, I will sometimes excuse myself, but often I will just cover up. When sitting down, I usually leave an extra length of my personal towel and use it to cover myself. We already have a rule that clothing is mandatory while cooking or preparing food in the kitchen, and we also require bottoms are worn when using our home gym. It’s easier than sitting on a towel.

Howard:

For the most part we just ignore them.

Erections are a natural part of having a penis. In the clothed world, erections are hidden under clothes and usually go unnoticed but as you can imagine nudists are not always wearing clothes and erections cannot be controlled at all. I have four sons and I raised them as nudists. In the beginning, parents educate their boys on what erections are, and as boys grow older there may be some (making fun) of their brothers when they have erections, and sometimes the one with the erection is the one that is proudly displaying it. To get back to your question, the large majority of erections are ignored, or in certain cases / times (perhaps puberty etc…) where erections are happening quite frequently, a male with an erection may go to their room or bathroom and masturbate to the point of ejaculation in order to help make that erection go away. Every nudist family is different, and my experience is based on an all male household. Things may differ if a female sibling is also involved.

Kevin:

This really depends on the family and when it happens. For us, we usually just consider it something that happens and continue on with whatever we are doing, unless someone has an urge to enjoy the erection then this could occur right there or in a different area. We are very open with our expression of caring for each other and of our own self love. We just do our best to not offend or upset others in the surrounding area at the time.

Rick:

It’s often no big deal at the house when I get an erection. Occasionally, my daughter will ask… “do you need me to go get mom to help with that?

Jerry:

I have had many erections through my teen years, Usually have no control over it happening. It usually ignored by others in the family except for little sis who use to giggle when she saw it. Mom finally explained to her what it was all about. I guess the funnyist was when it happened when she had a friend over and my sis went out of her way to point it out to her friend.

Male:

My wife and step daughters don’t really mind if I get an erection. If they have time, they help me out with it as well.

Randy:

To begin with when I first became a nudist at the age of 22. My eldest sisters and my 2nd youngest would look at me like I was God with God’s gift.

But now they’ve became used to it over the years they barely bat an eyelid just like looking at my chest, nose or mouth.

Likewise I am with their boobs and fanny etc.

Only issue we have is when walking past each other and it brushes against them lol.

John:

For our family, we do nothing. My teenage boys get erections frequently but we all usually ignore it. Although sometimes, their sisters will tease them about it. Even I get erections sometimes but we don’t care.

Michelle:

An erection is natural. I think no one really worries about this unless the person draws attention to themself. Most of the good camps/beaches that our family goes to requests that adults go to a nearby available spot to take a small towel and cover themselves until they are normal. For young boys this would be silly because it is almost never a problem. But as trans girl that has not started medical transition there is a time in a boys life that this happens too much for no reason and it is best if he takes a towel with him or maybe just ignores it. At nudist places no one really is looking for this and it is not offensive.

Maria:

This is going to shock you….

True nudists understand erections are physiologic just like yawning and sighing.

I have two daughters and a younger son. They have seen him get erections since they were all babies. They have gradually been given explanations about what goes on as they mature. At this point in their lives, they have seen it happen hundreds of times, they don’t pay any particular attention to it. Neither do my husband nor me. My son knows it’s normal to have one, and that it is not polite to parade around with one, just like textile kids know it is ok to accidentally fart but it is not polite to go farting around for fun.

My husband is in his 40’s. Most men that age don’t get erections unless they get physically stimulated. So my family rarely sees him with an erection.

Incidentally, my family also knows it is common for males to have erections when they are asleep or when they wake up, so when my husband or my son get up in the morning and they are erect, they just go about their lives until it passes, and everybody understands that what is happening is as much part of the morning as yawning.

Fiona:

“Someone” is very vague. If in the family setting my husband becomes erect he can relieve himself or I will bring him off by hand, I wouldn’t do oral in front of the kids cause that’s the same mouth I kiss them with. If my sons become erect they can openly relieve themselves. If a guest was to get an erection in the presence of my daughter and I I’d be curious to know what instigated it, a lot of times while nudists are used to seeing everybody nude, sometimes the act of bending over in front of someone or the angle or position they are sitting at can be erotic and through no fault of their own lead to and erect penis so with mine and my young daughters consent the guest would be allowed to openly relieve themselves. Now on the other hand if the guest was sitting amongst the kids with an erection he would be asked to remove it and himself till it is gone soft again.

Tara:

When my husband is erect, he will not flaunt it, he waits for it to go down. When my daughter’s boyfriend was erect for the first time in our house, i told them it was ok for them to ‘relieve it” in my daughter’s room. Generally, no fuss is made and you can masturbate to keep it down in your room. When my husband is erect in bed, I help him relieve it.

Brandon:

We keep it normal.

Boners happen and they don’t hurt no one.

Uncle Sam

My parents have always been what I call ‘hippie-rebels.’ They’d do things like go to a nude beach in the summer. They left us kids behind with relatives.

When I turned 18, I was invited to the nude beach for the first time.

I was like, “No way!”

My sister, who was 20 at the time, managed to talk me into it. She kept telling me it wasn’t like what I thought, that I’d have a good time. I doubted it. But, to appease her, and my parents…

So the day arrived. We took the van, since we were quite a group. It included my sister, my younger brother, my parents, my dad’s brother, Uncle Sam, and Aunt Kate, and their grown children Rory and Emily.

Uncle Sam is a kick. You might say he’s eccentric. He has taken to looking like the ‘Uncle Sam’ of American folklore. It probably started as he got older, when people started noticing he does have a natural resemblance.

Now Emily is adopted, and I’ve always had a secret ‘thing’ for her. She’s Asian, tiny, and has long black hair. I’d fuck her in a heartbeat under the right circumstances. That would be circumstances that will never happen. However, the idea of her joining us on the nude beach really perked me up. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. I’d love to see that girl naked – in person, that is. I have seen a picture of her artistically posing. It’s been in a family album for the past year or so. No one seems to think anything about it, but that picture really sends me.

And that brought up, quite literally, my biggest fear: That I wouldn’t be able to control myself, and I’d have an erection on the beach. That would be so unbelievably devastating! When my sister was trying to talk me into coming, that was the thing I reluctantly asked her about – sheepishly. “What if I get… um,… well…”

“Oh, if you have an erection. It’s no big deal, really.” she insisted. Well, it would be a huge big deal to me.

Having been around the boys locker rooms at the Y and at school, and having seen my fair share of porn on the Internet, and able to stay cool, er, soft, I figured I could manage it at the beach.

Boy, was I wrong! The minute our clothes were off in the warm sun, up it sprang. My penis had a mind of its own. I was so embarrassed. Hell, I was fucking mortified! I wanted to run to the water to hide it, but the water around here is way too cold to actually swim in. Right there in front of my parents, my aunt and uncle, my sister and brother, and worst of all, Emily, I sprang wood as soon as I saw Emily naked. Her ass, oh my God, her ass was tiny, smooth and beautiful. Her tits were to die for. Her front, well she had a fairly small, neatly trimmed patch of black hair that didn’t quite hide her slightly protruding pink inner labia. I tried to control my mind, but my prick got the better of me.

Uncle Sam saw my condition, as did everyone else, but while they all pretended not to notice, he simply said, in a quiet voice, but still loud enough that everyone could hear, “Come here, son.”

Now Uncle Sam is the proverbial jolly, fat fellow. He has quite a stomach. He’s old, too, like maybe sixty years old. And, he’s all covered with hair. He’s not much to look at. Not at all.

I was hesitant. But, he had that look. You know the one – when your father’s brother commands you to do something, you do it. I did it. I walked over, with my erection waving in front of me, to Uncle Sam, who was half standing, half reclining against a boulder on the beach. I’m pretty sure the whole family’s eyes were on me, as were the twenty or so other naked people on the beach.

Uncle Sam, like my father, is kind of a hippie rebel. He does what he wants, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else. Not a bad philosophy to live by, really, but certainly not my style. I have to admit I’m shy. I try not to rock the boat, ever. My uncle, and my dad, and my mother too, they’re all big-time boat rockers. That has always bothered me.

So I walked over to him. He reached out, and just grabbed my dick. Just like that. He just took it in his hand, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, saying, “Here, let me help you with that.”

I felt his other hand, surprisingly warm and soft, start to caress my scrotum. I was shocked, alarmed, I don’t even have a name for it. But his hands were surprisingly comforting. To this day, I can’t figure it out. What he started doing to me felt really, really nice. In a moment, my fear, or worry, or embarrassment, whatever you want to call it, was gone. I was starting to moan and writhe in some sort of sexual ecstasy. After a few seconds, I didn’t even try to hide it. It came vaguely to my awareness that I was also enjoying all the attention. Somewhere around 30 pairs of eyes were on me, seeing me get a handjob of all things from my fat, naked uncle. And I was loving it! That’s the weird part. I’m not gay or anything. At least I don’t think so.

All too soon, it was over. I squirted several shots of semen into the sand, as Uncle Sam turned my body slightly so it wouldn’t get on him. Afterward, my knees were as weak as my face was red. The embarrassment immediately swept back over me.

Not knowing the right etiquette for such a situation, I just said, “Thank you, Uncle Sam.”

Afterward, no one said anything. In fact, I kind of wish Emily might have said something. Even if it was teasing. I would have liked to discuss it with her. Needless to say, the erection problem was gone, and I actually enjoyed the rest of the afternoon on the beach.

Uncle Don Broke My Penis

My grandfather died when my father was 22 and his brother, my Uncle Don, was 24. Grandfather was a drinker, and managed to kill himself in a fiery single-car collision. He had some money that my dad and Uncle Don inherited in equal shares two years before I was born.

Uncle Don convinced my dad to lend him his half of the money so Don could buy a mobile home park. Somehow, Dad was never able to get repaid even after Don started accumulating wealth. While Don eventually owned three mobile home parks, Dad, Mom, and I rented one of Don’s homes. It was the only single-wide trailer in the park. To get technical, our’s was a mobile home. Anything made after 1974 is called a ‘manufactured home.’ Dad worked as a bus driver.

Mom ran off when I was twelve. The story goes that Don sexually assaulted her, resulting in her having two broken teeth. She took him to court, but lost the case, since there was no proof that he had done anything. Fearing for her life, she disappeared.

When I was 18, I decided to learn something about business so I started attending City College, which was quite difficult financially, even though I still lived with Dad. I had this notion that I’d like to own a mobile home park someday, seeing how profitable they’ve been for my uncle. Unlike Don, I’d treat my tenants right. I figured I could learn enough about business to manage my own park some day.

I was still in my first year, when something went wrong with the circuitry in our trailer. Without electric, there was no heat.

Don said he’d send his handyman, but knowing Uncle Don, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Don was well-known for treating his tenants badly, even my father, his own brother. After all, his tenants have no choice. Their mobile homes are fastened to the ground. It would cost them tens of thousands of dollars to move.

Uncle Don did invite Dad and I to stay in his place until the electric got fixed. I stayed in Nancy’s room, and Dad stayed in Ned’s room.

Those were my late cousins. Nancy committed suicide at 16, and Ned had taken up drugs and drinking. Soon, Ned was hopelessly addicted. Don threw him out. He was seen around town from time to time, barely hanging on. One day, he had fallen asleep behind a dumpster that was in back of Safeway. The next morning, a garbage truck picked up the dumpster, emptied it, and set it down right on Ned. But that may not be what killed him. According to the police, he might have already been dead, either from a drug overdose, or exposure to the cold. The poor guy had a cast on one leg when he died, so I can only imagine what his last weeks were like.

My first night at Don’s, I went to bed around midnight. It was warm in Don’s house, so I figured I’d jerk off on top of the blankets before falling asleep. I was just about to orgasm when the door burst open and the light came on.

“I’ll have none of that in my house!” Don shouted. He was obviously drunk as he staggered toward me. He was carrying something that turned out to be a tennis racket. He took a swing and hit me right in one testicle and the side of my still erect penis.

I crumpled up in pain as he wobbled out of the room. My balls, my left testicle in particular, hurt so bad, I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was choking as I lay there with my hands between my legs. Ten minutes later, I could breathe normally, but the pain was still unbelievable. I couldn’t even get off the bed to turn out the light.

An hour went by as I just lay there, not only in pain, but freaking out that I was badly injured. The testicle pain started to subside, and then I noticed that my penis was in pain also.

I pulled my hands away and took a look. My penis was as large as if it was erect. In fact, it was bigger in diameter than I had ever seen it, but it was soft and squishy. It had a big black lump on the left side, and curved oddly to the right, much like the picture below.

Not knowing what else to do, I yelled for Don to come take me to the hospital. After probably 15 minutes, he came back to my room, evidently a bit more sober. I showed him my penis. He refused to take me to the hospital, saying “It’s not that bad,” as he walked out, closing the door behind him.

The only thing I could think to do was call an ambulance. That’s how I got to the hospital. While the ambulance was on its way, I tried putting on my underwear. I couldn’t straighten up enough to do that, so I ended up putting on my sweat pants. I stayed barefoot.

After two painful hours in the waiting room, still barefoot, during which my testicle pain went away, but my dick started aching worse than anything in my life. My dad arrived and sat with me, occasionally swearing under his breath about Don.

When I was finally called into a treatment area, the doctors and nurses all took a look at my penis. I wasn’t embarrassed about them seeing my junk due to the condition I was in. How could something like this happen to me? My fear was such that my heart had been beating really fast for literally hours. A urologist was consulted. It took him another hour to arrive. He looked at my penis, held it gingerly, shifting it this way and that. Man alive, did that hurt!

He quit examining me, and sat on a stool to tell me the situation: I’d need surgery, which was to be performed later that morning. My testicle was fine, but Don had literally broken my penis. The side of the tennis racket, hitting my erect penis like that, caused a fracture of my left corpus cavernosum, the spongy tissue that holds blood when one is erect.

They were going to do something called ‘degloving’ to reach and stitch up the affected area. The idea totally weirded me out. Frankly, it scared the shit out of me. The surgeon was going to detach the skin of my penis all around just behind the head. Then, they dissect and peel the skin away all the way down, so the skin is piled around the base of the penis. That gives them access to the broken area. They’d do the repair and then finally, they would pull the skin back up, and stitch it back in place under the head.

Even with the medicine they gave me, I didn’t sleep much during the few hours left of that night, and was still in considerable pain.

The surgery happened, and my recovery was painful, but uneventful. When a nurse changed my bandages the first time, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was circumcised! I so totally didn’t want that. When the urologist came in for a consult, I asked him why that happened. He said, “I thought you’d like that.”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The afternoon after my surgery, when I was still woozy from the drugs, Don stormed into my hospital room, and started yelling at me about the $2,700 the ambulance company charged him for the one-mile ride to the hospital. Two orderlies came and took him away.

I woke up a couple of times every night with sharply painful nocturnal erections. For days, I wanted badly to jerk off, but that fully wasn’t going to happen.

A week later, the stitches were removed by an attractive young intern. She had flaming red hair. I thought she’d use anesthetic, but she said, “You won’t need it.” That scared me, until she started snipping and pulling the stitches out. She was right. It didn’t hurt a bit. I became erect, and was remarkably embarrassed about that. She only said, “Aw, it’s fine.”

I noticed that my dick was quite numb as she was working on it.

Finally, after three weeks, I was starting to get back to normal and was way overdue for a good wank. Ever so carefully, I tried moving the skin up and down. It was totally numb. I could feel my penis between my fingertips, but the dick itself felt like a broomstick. There was no sensation at all. Still, I was able to jerk off and cum. What a relief!

The numbness worried me very much. I asked the urologist, and he said the feeling would eventually come back. It did, but it took six months. It took even longer than that to get used to being circumcised. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. At least the terrible sensitivity of the glans has gone mostly away. Just touching against my underwear was like an unbearable tickle for the first few weeks. To this day, my penis feels weird when I rub it, like there are little lumps under the skin.

Meanwhile, a friend of a friend had a father who was a lawyer and suggested I sue Uncle Don. The case dragged on for months. Meanwhile, I was back in our trailer with Dad, and back in college. In a courtroom appearance, pictures of my penis were shown. It was terribly embarrassing. First, the horrible picture of my black, lumpy, bent, fractured penis. Then my penis with stitches under the corona, and fully erect. The urologist had injected something called Caverject to make me artificially hard to check his work.

To my amazement, the lawyer won. I was awarded 1.5 million dollars. The lawyer got $500,000, leaving me a cool million. I was planning to buy a mobile home park of my own.

The only problem was, the money hadn’t been transferred yet. Don was pulling some legal shit that was slowing the process.

Just when I was figuring I’d never see the money, something unexpected happened. Don had gone out drinking, and somehow drove his car right into a bridge abutment. He messed up his innards something terrible. He languished in terrible pain in the hospital for three weeks before he died. I shouldn’t say this, but I was secretly happy. The world is better off without a guy like that.

I figured that was the end of my million dollars, but even more surprising was the call from Don’s lawyer. My fucked up uncle had written a will. He had left two of his mobile home parks to my father, and one to me. Mine was assessed at over $5 million.

Sandy and Amber

By Spurtz

Sandy and Amber, mother/daughter sexual threesome

Mom and Daughter Get Busy With My Cock

Here’s a story that starts off true and then transforms into how I wish it had turned out.

I met a woman shortly after divorcing my second wife. She flat out told me when we first met that I was too old for her as I was 15 years older. That lasted until the first time we had sex and then she decided maybe I wasn’t too old after all.

The most interesting thing about this woman is she had an 18 year old daughter. Without exaggeration the daughter was without a doubt the best looking girl I had ever seen. Not only a beautiful face but a body to die for. In fact I even discussed with the mom about putting her up for a Playboy Playmate which I have no doubt she would have easily qualified. But the mom had concerns about the attendant notoriety that would come with it.

They lived in a high end condo that had a community pool adjacent to their unit. To make matters worse the daughter was in the pool every day during the summer wearing a string bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Even lounging around the house she was always either in the bikini or often just panties and brassiere. She knew what she had and wasn’t afraid to show it off. I had a constant hard-on anytime I was around her.

I used to stay over at the condo during the weekends. And later even weeknights. The mom was an interior decorator and sometimes had appointments with clients on the weekend. One Saturday the mom, whose name was Sandy, had an early appointment and left before I even got out of bed. I was in the master bath brushing my teeth. I had just stepped out of the shower and was naked. As I stood at the counter brushing my teeth, the daughter, whose name was Amber, suddenly stepped into the bathroom. She was wearing a robe that was open in the front and I could clearly see her luscious naked breasts and pubic hair.

She was totally non-plussed with me being naked and said she had to get something out of the medicine cabinet. She leaned right across in front of me and looked down at my dick and said “Nice cock.” My mind went into overdrive and I figured right away that the pussy was there for the taking. I felt myself getting hard. I also knew she was very competitive with her mother and I also figured that if I fucked her, she would somehow let her mother know.

OK, readers, what you have read so far is all true. And in truth, I didn’t actually do anything. But here’s what could have happened.

“So you like my cock?” I responded. “Would you like to have it buried in that sweet puss?” She reached down and grabbed my dick. “What do you think?” she replied. I tossed my toothbrush into the sink and pushed her into the adjacent bedroom and onto the bed, pulling off her robe on the way down.

I spread those beautiful thighs and buried my face in her bush. My tongue went to work on her clit as I shoved two fingers into her wet cunt. Within seconds she was humping her pussy into my face and screaming, “I’m cumming.” I kept lapping her clit as she writhed around like a wild animal cumming over and over. When things finally died down a bit I moved up onto the bed and slid my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. I fucked her every which way I could think of. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and shoved my dick in as far as it would go and unloaded spurt after spurt of creamy jism into that sweet teen pussy.

We lay there exhausted for some time and then just sort of played with each other. I worshipped those two beautiful teen tits while she lazily stroked my cock. We probably spent close to an hour with foreplay before she asked me, “Are you going to fuck me again?”

I took more time on the second go and at one point I was on top of her with my dick buried in her pussy. She had her legs locked around my back as I slowly pistoned in and out of her sweet cunt. Once again I was on the verge of ejaculation when this loud voice screamed, “What the fuck are you doing?” Mom had arrived home and we hadn’t even heard her. But I couldn’t stop. I was too close to cumming. And Amber locked her legs even tighter around me and said “Keep fucking me.”

Sandy is screaming, “Stop that! Stop that right now!” And I’m pumping away into Amber’s teen pussy like mom isn’t even in the room. My orgasm was one of the best of my life. I’ve always wondered if being caught somehow heightened my orgasm. It seemed like I was never going to stop cumming. But all things come to an end and finally I collapsed onto Amber, totally wiped out. I lay there breathing hard when I felt Sandy grab me and try to pull me off of her daughter.

She successfully rolled me off of Amber and I flopped over on my back with my wet half-hard cock slapping against my stomach. “I can’t believe you were fucking my daughter,” screamed Sandy. “And you, you little bitch,” she screamed at Amber, “You are just a fucking slut.”

“Calm down, mom,” said Amber. “What’s the big deal? We were just having some fun. It’s not the end of the fucking world. I have to listen to the two of you fucking your brains out every night. I wanted some of that cock. And it was great. I loved it. And I want more.” Amber reached over and lightly stroked my cock. Sandy slapped her hand away.

“Get dressed,” Sandy demanded. “We have to talk about this.” We quickly pulled on some clothes and followed Sandy into the living room where we all sat down. “Look, I can understand things getting out of hand and I realize how attractive Amber is. Who wouldn’t want to fuck her. But you two have had your fun and that’s got to be the end of it. Understand?”

We both hung our heads in contrition and mumbled an assent to her question. Sandy stood up and said she had to run to the store and with that she was out the door. Amber and I looked at each other and started pulling our clothes off. Within seconds of Sandy going out the door I had my hard cock buried in that wonderful teen pussy and pumped away to another glorious orgasm.

Things were a little tense around the house that evening but once Sandy and I were in bed we had our usual extended session of fucking and sucking. She never brought up what had happened. The next morning Amber upped the ante by showing up for breakfast totally nude.

“Amber, get some damn clothes on,” demanded Sandy. “Why?” replied Amber. “We’ve all seen each other nude and it’s a lot more comfortable. I think it will be more fun if we are all naked together.”

“Gets my vote,” I said as I pulled my clothes off. Sandy realized she was in the minority and reluctantly shed her clothes. Seeing Amber’s spectacular body already made me erect. I slipped into the kitchen booth to try to hide my excitement. Amber slid into the booth opposite me. Then I felt her bare toes caressing my hard on. She started sliding her toes up and down the length of my prick as Sandy prepared breakfast. I was in sex overload looking across the booth at those magnificent breasts. In an amazingly short time I felt the cum boiling in my balls and proceeded to shoot a load all over Amber’s feet.

Amber swung her body around and extended her cum covered feet out of the booth. “Mom, look, I made John cum with just my toes.”

Sandy was shocked beyond belief. “You two are fucking unbelievable. Clean that stuff off of your feet. And John, grab that box of Kleenex and mop up any cum that’s on the floor. I’m sure not all of it got on Amber. You two have to control yourself.”

“Mom,” said Amber. “We are just having fun. At least I know I am. What’s the problem with getting John off. I know it must feel great for him. Doesn’t it John?”

“Huh, yeah, sure,” I replied weakly.

That little event kind of set the stage for how things went from there. Amber wanted to fuck all the time and I think Sandy just kind of gave up fighting the inevitable. A seminal moment occurred early one morning as Sandy and I lay in bed asleep. I was awakened by feeling a wetness on my cock, which was already sporting morning wood. I woke up to find Amber in bed with us sucking my dick. She was really going to town. She had quickly grown into a world class cocksucker and loved to take a load of my jism down her throat. I saw her reach over and shake her mom awake. What the fuck?, I thought.

Sandy opened her eyes to see her sweet daughter taking my 7” cock down her throat right to the balls. Amber lifted off my dick and said, “I need some help mom, John’s cock is too much for little old me.” She pulled Sandy closer to me and held my cock out to her mom’s waiting mouth. Sandy had no choice other than to engulf my throbbing prick in her mouth and proceeded to take over where her daughter left off. The two of them traded my prick back and forth until I exploded into Sandy’s throat. It gagged her a bit and as she pulled off my prick, Amber wasted no time in popping my cum-covered cock into her mouth and sucking me clean.

From that point on the household turned into a continuing fuckfest. Both women competed for my dick on a near hourly basis. I tried my best to keep up but it was impossible. They drained me of jism every single day. I was getting fucked four or five times every day on the weekends and at least twice a day on weekdays and it was just too much. Thankfully the novelty wore off after a couple of weeks and we settled into a nice routine where I was fucking each one of them about once every day. The women’s monthly periods did interrupt that routine to where I only had to fuck one of them for a few days. But even the twice a day routine was wearing me out.

On a weekday I would arrive from work about 5:30 or 6:00 and immediately jump in the shower. Amber would join me and then we would hit her bed for a glorious fuckfest while mom made dinner. After dinner we would watch some tv and then go to bed and it was then my turn to service Sandy. Sometimes Amber would join us. Also, Amber liked to show off to her mother so occasionally we would have sex in the living room while Sandy was making dinner, watching us flail away. Amber particularly liked to blow me with mom watching and pull my dick out of her mouth and jack me off spraying my cum all over those great tits. Sandy never said anything so I never knew what she thought. I know this sounds crazy but I always felt that Sandy somehow got a kick out of watching Amber perform.

Things did taper off finally to where I probably was fucking each one only three times a week. There was no set pattern so sometimes I would find myself bending Amber over the dining room table fucking her up the ass and as soon as I pulled my dripping cock out of her, there was Sandy wanting her turn.

I did the best I could for about five or six months and finally had to call it quits. Fortunately my job was taking me out of town so I had a valid excuse to put an end to it. It was fun while it lasted but my poor dick could only handle so much.

Sandy and Amber, mother/daughter sexual threesome

Surrogate

Like you, my wife has quit putting out. And she’s only 47 years old. Dang!

Well anyway, a week before my 48th birthday, she asked what I wanted.

I immediately said, “Sex.”

She got all huffy, then settled down, explaining for the millionth time, it was her ‘hormones.’

Whatever, right?

Then she asked, “What if I get you a surrogate?”

“You mean like a whore?”

“No, not at all. Maybe like a proper sex worker, or a therapist or something?”

We both fell silent, because even though the idea was certainly attractive, I couldn’t imagine any practical way it could work.

The discussion was forgotten. A week later, on the evening of my birthday, our niece LuLu was over for dinner. I was almost sullen. So far, my birthday had been uneventful, and the last thing I wanted to do was to have to sit down to dinner with this young girl with whom I had nothing in common other than her course of study.

She did seem more bubbly and sparkly-eyed than normal, which is saying a lot for her. She’s thin and naturally active, almost hyper-active.

We talked about her schooling. She was studying to be a psychologist. I felt honored in a way, because that is my profession, and I liked to think part of her decision to pursue psychology was due to me.

Then she floored me by announcing that she was planning to focus on sexuality. I almost choked on my bite of potato.

In her non-stop, active way, without hardly taking a breath, she went on to say that she’s a big advocate of sex as a way to heal many of society’s ills, and especially personal ills. She clarified, saying masturbation was one of the best outlets a person can allow themselves, and went on to expound on the benefits of wanking.

Despite our age difference, and my wife sitting right there with us, I became fascinated. And, I can admit, I felt a stirring in my pants, as I was imagining this young woman involved in the activities she was describing. Obviously, she must masturbate frequently, since that’s such a strong part of her belief system.

As I was pondering that, and LuLu stopped for an odd moment, my wife interjected, “So you like to masturbate a lot?”

“Oh, yes,” she freely admitted.

My wife didn’t stop there. Turning to me, “And you masturbate quite a bit too, don’t you?”

Geez! That was embarrassing. How does one answer that? But, figuring how forthcoming LuLu was being, I went ahead and admitted that I do wank quite a bit.

The conversation intensified, until finally, with my wife’s help, LuLu had us engaged in a game of strip poker. But it was just her and I. My wife then went into the den to watch TV or something.

I was naked first. Although embarrassed in a way, I was becoming OK with the fact that I was displaying an obvious erection to this young girl. Looking at those luscious tits, how could I resist?

I didn’t know where this was going, but of course I caught on early that it was my birthday, and this, being here with LuLu, was somehow my wife’s present to me. Furthermore, there was so much talk of masturbation that I pretty much knew I wouldn’t be fucking LuLu. Frankly, as pretty as she was, I didn’t really want to. But anything else would be absolutely OK with me.

She wanted to see our jetted tub. My wife and I have a big jetted tub in our bathroom, and before long, LuLu and I were luxuriating in the warm water. I started to follow her lead. She was rubbing her pussy with one hand while conversing with me. So, I started touching my flagpole of a penis.

We were laying in the tub facing each other. Me at one end, her at the other. Our legs overlapped, her feet coming almost to my crotch. After words of encouragement about how big my penis is (it’s only an average 6 inches), and how nice it looks (it’s just an average penis), she scootched forward a bit, and placed her feet gently against my balls, as I widened my legs as much as I could in the tub to allow her better access. She then started kind of grabbing my penis awkwardly between her feet. Finally, with only her feet, she jerked me off, until I released big jets of semen into the water. As I had one of the strongest orgasms of my life, she cheered. Before we left the tub, as my penis was reducing in size in post-orgasmic glow, right there in front of me, as if it was the natural thing in the whole world, LuLu rubbed herself to a series of strong orgasms.

Shortly after our bath, she went home. My wife welcomed me in bed with lots of kisses (but nothing else), and asked, “Did you like my gift?”

Strange Family

I grew up in the craziest family I know, and the funny thing is, for a long time, I thought we were normal.

Well, I knew my moms were unusual from an early age. Most families have a mother and father. My moms are not only lesbian, but they are sisters. Twin sisters.

They decided to adopt children. Four children to be exact, all at the same time, and all the same age. Our moms went to Eastern Europe, toured around a bit, and found the four of us at an orphanage. We were three years old. They filled out the paperwork, and the next thing you know, we’re in America learning English.

We are two boys, and two girls.

Now, let’s get to the sex part. Our moms encouraged us to be sexually expressive from an early age. They said that many good psychological and physical things spring from healthy sexual appetites. They should know. Mom Kate is a dermatologist, and Mom Laurie is a psychiatrist.

Specifically, as soon as we got the birds and the bees speech, we were also encouraged to masturbate as much as we wanted. Maybe even more than we wanted. Beyond that, we were left on our own. Our parents didn’t participate. Evidently the two of them had plenty of sexual activity of their own.

So the four of us got together from time to time and we masturbated. At first it was like masturbation in any family, I assume. We’d talk about the day’s events, friends, school while all sitting or laying around naked in the living room and wanking.

I enjoyed seeing my brothers’ cocks getting hard, and then the stuff squirting out.

As time went on, we found ourselves in a rigid schedule. We’d get together in the living room after dinner on Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings. It just evolved. No one set out to have a schedule. Well, maybe our moms guided it or suggested a schedule. I don’t know.

We started masturbating each other. The first time I touched the cock of my brother Leo, I was in heaven. If I remember correctly, while I was making him cum that first time, I had an orgasm while touching his cock, not my own pussy. A spontaneous orgasm.

Then another thing evolved. I seem to recall it was our moms who suggested it: We should start practicing various sexual techniques. They told us about all kinds of crazy stuff – our moms have always been open that way. They told us about peegasms, edging, multiple orgasms, anal stimulation, and more.

We each picked something to work on.

In my case, it was inner labia pulling. I get plenty wet when aroused, so it is very difficult to pull my inner labia since they are so slippery. That’s part of what makes it fun. So over and over every time we’d get together, I’d have one of my brothers pull my inner labia as best he could while my sister and other brother would massage my feet and my nipples at the same time. My gosh, I had great orgasms!

Kyle especially liked the that a boy can have orgasms without ejaculating. He really wanted to learn how to have this thing happen where his urethra would contract as if ejaculating just once, but nothing would come out. He wanted to get these single contractions every minute or so. He organized us like the director of a movie. It was impressive how he had everything figured out.

He laid down on a sheet on the carpet in the middle of our living room. I was to jerk him off, but every time he said “wait,” I had to stop for a minute. My sister Jen was to be the monitor. She’d place a finger in his butt to feel for the orgasmic contractions. And Leo was to massage Kyle’s balls.

And that’s what we did that first time. It went off without a hitch. Sort of. When he was approaching orgasm, Kyle said “wait.” I did, but a moment later he started ejaculating all over the place. Jen was delighted to report that she did indeed feel the contractions squeezing his anus rhythmically around her finger.

We did the same thing for weeks, until Kyle became so good at it that he could have a single urethral contraction, and not cum, over and over again. Finally, he’d let go and splash cum all over the place.

My other sister and brother had their own sexual exercises with which we helped them. If there’s sufficient interest, I’ll tell you all about those exercises, and the many other things we did as a family.

To bring this to a close, I should mention that our moms put all four of us through medical school. We all chose our own specialty. All four of us are married in the normal sense, and have kids of our own now. We love our moms, and are thankful for such a spectacular, intelligent and loving upbringing, but we’ve all decided to be somewhat more conventional.

Sperm Glue

Growing up, I was always the shy one, and my twin sister, who doesn’t look anything like me, by the way, was always the outgoing, loud, but also the protective one.

I know it’s crazy but we seldom argued. We grew up in a loving, and open-minded family.

One day when my parents were downstairs and my sister and I were in her room playing Monopoly, she showed me that a corner of the board was peeling up. She just came right out and asked, “Does sperm make good glue?”

I told her the truth, “I have no idea.”

Even at that age, I knew she meant ‘semen,’ but didn’t bother to correct her.

“Do you want to find out?”

I enthusiastically told her yes.

I didn’t have to take anything off, because it was a hot day, and the air conditioning in our home didn’t keep up, so both of us were starkers.

The Monopoly game was forgotten as she had me recline on her bed, and she reached out to start producing semen from me. My little, hairless penis became erect right away. I had to show her how to stroke me up and down because never having done it before, she was hesitant, and way too gentle, barely touching me at all. It was less than a minute that I felt that wonderful feeling, made even more wonderful because it was her hand on my penis, not mine for a change.

Because I was still so young, only about three drops of clear liquid came out. She carefully collected it, and applied it to the corner of the Monopoly board. I felt weird afterward, so I left her room, with the game unfinished.

The next day we laughingly discovered that semen makes terrible glue.

It wasn’t the last time we played together. Our parents even caught us once. I thought I was going to get killed, but all Mom said was a brief lecture against actual sex, that we couldn’t risk getting my sister pregnant. I totally understood, Mom didn’t directly say so, but that basically meant that oral sex and anal sex were not off limits.

Son’s Phimosis

One day, when my son, Luke, was home from college for a two-month break, he and I were sitting in the dining room having a casual mother-son conversation. He asked whether sex is supposed to be painful. I knew he had been having sexual relations with a young lady, and was fine with it. He’s old enough, he’s responsible, and I trust him to make good decisions. It’s me who doesn’t always make the best decisions.

I almost cried when Luke asked about sex being painful. You see I knew from my son’s earliest times that he may have a problem with phimosis. That’s where the foreskin can’t retract fully. It makes keeping the penis clean difficult, and it can cause pain on intercourse. My husband had to be circumcised as an adolescent due to phimosis.

I felt terrible, because on several occasions when doctors advised me to have Luke circumcised, I just couldn’t do it. Especially after my husband told me that when he was cut, it took many painful weeks to heal. I figured at the age of 20, it would be terribly embarrassing, painful, and inconvenient for Luke. You see, I had just hoped it might go away.

In his adolescence, I tried to recommend stretching exercises, but he wasn’t having it. He didn’t even let me finish the conversation the few times I brought it up.

Now, I knew we had a problem. I talked with Luke earnestly right there at the dining room table. I let him know my thoughts about his whole phimosis problem, even that I felt bad for not having him circumcised. He let me know that he was aware of his condition, and even my feelings about it.

“Mom,” he said, “I’m glad you didn’t let that happen to me. I don’t want it now, either. I’ve read of some exercises…”

I didn’t bother to remind him that I already tried to get him to do those exercises years earlier.

He announced he’d start right away, and went upstairs. Presumably, Luke went to his room to get erect and start stretching the foreskin. I know it’s crazy, being his mother and all, but the thought of him doing that up there made me horny. Of course I didn’t do anything about it.

A week later, I asked, “How are the exercises going?”

“Huh? Oh, I forgot all about it.”

Shit. “OK, why don’t you start now?”

“I guess I should.”

A week later, I asked again, and he sheepishly admitted he still hadn’t started. I was surprised how angry that made me. Here he was not enjoying sex, and not doing anything about it. He didn’t want surgery, but that’s exactly where he was headed. Perhaps it was the anger that provoked me to say, “Luke Albert Whitfield, pull your pants down right now.”

He looked like a deer in the headlights. If I wasn’t still angry, I would have laughed.

Thinking more clearly, I commanded, “Well, not here. Come to my bedroom.”

He’s an obedient son, so he followed me to my bedroom. I locked the door so my daughter couldn’t come in, had him strip and lay face up on our big king bed. He was very reluctant. I can’t say as I blame him. I hadn’t seen his little willie since he was in diapers. I was surprised to see how big and hairy it was now. I guess as a mother, one always imagines their children as little boys and girls.

I pulled my dressing chair alongside the bed, and grabbed that penis of his, examining the tight foreskin.

“That tickles,” he giggled.

“Deal with it.”

I was forming a plan of action. I’d do the exercise for him, since he wasn’t doing them himself. I started pulling the foreskin down, but of course nothing was happening with his penis being soft. I knew what to do, and decided I’d have to remain entirely clinical about this. I couldn’t allow the feelings that were boiling up in my lower belly, and you know where.

I got up, went into my office, and returned with a soft little paint brush. I waved it back and forth over his penis, over the frenulum area, until the bristles was just touching his penis. His penis jumped a little bit each time the brush touched it. I knew the effect. This always works very well with Dan, his father, if I want him erect.

Soon enough, my boy was hard. Not quite as big as Dan, but respectable. Very respectable. Actually, it was kind of hard to compare, with that foreskin covering everything up like it was.

My boy was totally embarrassed, but I told him to forget it. I reminded him that I had diapered him. He was like, “Well, you’ve never seen me like this.”

“Oh, you mean erect? Luke, I hate to tell you, but little boys get erections, too. I’ve seen everything. Don’t you worry.”

I went to work, pulling down on the foreskin, holding it for ten seconds, just like the exercises are supposed to be done, then letting go so it can relax for a minute. A couple times I pulled too hard, and he was like, “Ouch, Mom!” but I knew ‘no pain, no gain.’

After ten repetitions we were done. He couldn’t get back into his clothes and out of there fast enough. He disappeared into his room. I’ll bet he jerked off. I know I wanted to do some serious jilling, but I was already late getting dinner ready for Dan and the kids.

The next day at 4pm, I commanded Luke to come back to my bedroom. He anticipated, and walked across the house naked. His sister saw him, but said nothing. I don’t know whether they had communicated about his ‘treatments’ or not.

It didn’t take as long to get him hard. We did the exercises. He stayed hard, and walked back across the house, again in front of his sister in the living room. Was he showing off his naked body and his erection? I didn’t care to think about it.

Next day, same thing, except his sister wasn’t home. He was hard when he arrived in my room.

“Mom,” he said, “These exercises are kind of fun.”

“Don’t you get any crazy ideas.”

“Oh, no, no way, nothing like that!” he assured me evidently as shocked as I was at the thought.

The exercises continued for a couple of weeks. I was proud of my diligence. Seldom in my life have I stuck with anything. That’s why I’m twenty pounds overweight. Diets last about 3 days with me.

On this occasion, as I was on about the eighth stretch, I felt something weird. A kind of pulsing. I knew almost immediately that my boy was ejaculating in my hands.

He groaned, “Oh, Mom!”

I knew from Dan that men don’t like unfinished business. I mean, they hate ruined orgasms, so I did what came so naturally to me. I stroked him as he was cumming, so he could finish his orgasm properly. I immediately regretted it. Had I gone too far?

Feeling guilty, the next day, I told him he had to finish doing the exercises himself. He was in agreement. In fact, he even admitted he had been doing the exercises twice a day. Once with me, and once by himself. “They feel really, really good,” he admitted.

That was a year ago. Those darn exercises really work! He came to me a few days ago, and proudly showed me how far he’s come along. Of course that required an erection, but he had no problem rubbing himself to hardness in front of his own mother.

Five minutes later, I was in my bedroom masturbating myself like crazy, and having the strongest series of orgasms I’ve had in a very long time.

Sleepover with 7 Girls and a Boy

The exact same seven of us had three other sleepovers so far that summer. We had all just graduated high school. We were all 18 years old, except Mattie, who was 19. We were all starting college in a couple of weeks. We were still all virgins. That’s where the similarities stopped. Jamique was black, the others of us were white. I was big-breasted. Embarrassingly so. June was the exact opposite, practically flat as a board. Mary was Mexican. Kate was as skinny as a rail, while Sarah weighted, well, let’s say quite a bit.

The previous three sleepovers were normal enough. We talked about school, makeup, clothing, and guys. Karl, Lorie’s 20-year-old brother in particular.

This evening, we were all at Lorie’s house, and her brother was home. Tall, thin, athletic, olive-skinned, he was the picture of a young Greek god.

Her parents, on the other hand, were not at home. Her mom and dad were both nurses. Seems there was a pile-up on the freeway, so they were both called in to the emergency room, leaving all us girls alone in the house. Oh, Karl was there, but he stuck to his own room on the other side of the house.

The conversation turned quite raunchy. We voted on who would fuck Karl. All hands went up except Lorie’s. Then, she surprised us all by saying, “I’ve seen his dick.”

Naturally, we wanted details.

“He and I used to take baths together when I was 5 or 6 years old.”

“Oh,” we all said, in a collective expression of disappointment.

“Well, I wasn’t going to tell you this…” she added looking kind of sheepish. “I caught him masturbating one time. I saw everything. He has a big, hairy dick, just like you see on the Internet.”

“So what happened?” Kate wondered for all of us.

“I came into his room to borrow a pair of scissors. He was laying on top of his bed all naked. For a split-second, I didn’t notice, being focused on his desk to get the scissors. Then, I looked again, and there he was in all his glory, with his huge penis in one hand. He rapidly tried to cover himself up, but he was laying on top of the bedspread. He didn’t have anything to cover up with. He turned all red in the face, and literally couldn’t think of anything to say. I saw his mouth start to work a couple of times, but nothing came out.

“I love Karl, and wouldn’t want to cause him any embarrassment, so I thought quickly, and blurted out the first thing that comes to mind, ‘Don’t mind me, I’m just grabbing some scissors.’

“Finally, he could speak, ‘But Lorie…,’ was all he managed.

“I answered without thinking it through, ‘It’s cool. I do it all the time, too.’

“‘You do?'” he asked in a surprisingly small voice for such a big guy.”

“Now you’d think I would have left his room right away, but somehow, I didn’t. He settled down a bit, and since it just seemed natural to do so, I sat down on the edge of his bed. We talked a bit about masturbation. He was still naked, yet it didn’t seem to matter.

“I told him it would be OK to finish what he was doing. He was reluctant, but sure enough, he masturbated right there while I sat on his bed. It was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

All us other girls were a gaggle of questions.

Lorie patiently answered them all. No, she didn’t masturbate for him to watch. He’s never seen her naked since they were little kids. Yes, it did make her horny.

Now, all seven of us were very horny, but didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

We were talking about sex and masturbation, to the degree we knew anything about such things.

Jamique asked the group, “What’s the most embarrassing thing for you?” probably hoping to get sexually oriented responses. And, that’s exactly what she got.

Mary was the first to answer. “My fingers. They’re brown on top, and pink on the bottom.”

All of us rushed to assure her that we found her fingers just fine, very attractive in fact.

I answered next. “My breasts. They’re too huge.”

Once again a rush of assurances.

I don’t know what came over me, but I said, “Oh, I guess they look alright when I’m wearing a bra, but without, they’re just gigantic.”

Since then, I’ve learned to love them. Boys like big breasts. But at the time, they were new to me, and just seemed ridiculously bulky.

Like all the other girls, I was wearing pajamas, but unlike the others, I was still wearing a bra underneath. I was embarrassed not to.

The girls, all continuing to assure me, suddenly went dead quiet, as Sarah suddenly took off her top, revealing her breasts. “I’ll bet they’re not bigger than these,” she said, laughing.

There was only one answer to that, horny as we all were. I whipped off my top and bra, revealing my breasts. The girls urged us to stand side by side for comparison. Whereas Sarah’s body was wider overall, her breasts were in fact a bit smaller than mine. Somehow, we got talked into standing facing each others so our nipples were touching. Exciting and unexpected electric shocks shot through my body.

Within a minute, all the other girls except June had removed their tops, everyone comparing breasts. Finally, June revealed hers also, which really were small, just little bumps with small pink nipples.

Of course we all assured her that was just fine, and that flatness had nothing to do with getting a guy and sexual satisfaction.

Jamique mentioned that we all HAD to reveal what embarrassed us, and so far only Mary and I had done so.

June filled the gap. Now topless, like all of us, she told us in a quiet voice, “Well, I like to shave down there.”

“So do I,” Jamique piped in, adding, “Look!” She pulled down her pajama bottoms, and we could she was right about that.

Seeing our shocked, yet quizzical faces, she explained. “My mom taught me about shaving. I like keeping it shaved clean.”

A mix of voices remarked, “Cool,” and “Like, amazing,” and other such comments.

Jamique added, “You should feel it. It’s like sandpaper.”

Lorie reached over and did just that, rubbing her fingertips over Jamique’s dark brown vagina. “Right, it’s rough!”

I don’t know if anyone else noticed, but Jamique shivered at Lorie’s touch.

Pretty soon, the whole group was topless and bottomless, and everyone was feeling the outside each other’s vaginas. Girls were shivering, and emitting, oohs and aahs.

Without provocation, skinny Kate announced, “The embarrassing thing for me is pussy size.”

“It looks alright,” Lorie stated.

“What I mean is I don’t think a boy could fit in there. It’s too restricted. Too narrow.”

Jamique said, “Really, I doubt that’s true. It stretches you know. Hmmm, let’s see…”

Then, without seeking permission, she simply reached over as Katie spread her legs in invitation, and pushed a finger all the way into Katie’s vagina.

Katie screamed, causing Jamique to immediately remove her finger.

“No,” Katie said, “I mean, it felt great. I screamed because that felt wonderful! Do it again.”

Jamique complied, leaving her finger in for quite a while. Then, slowly, she removed her finger which was now coated with shiny girl juice. She came back in with two fingers. Katie squirmed a bit, but you could tell she was loving it.

Meanwhile the other five girls were watching with rapt attention.

We talked about virginity a bit, and discovered that none of us had hymens left. We had all done away with those long ago through masturbation. In fact some of us, including myself, didn’t even remember having ever had a restrictive hymen.

Jamique announced, “It seems to me a guy could fit in there.”

“They’re a lot bigger than two fingers,” said the expert, Lorie, who had first hand experience seeing her brother’s penis.

“Just how big are they?” asked three girls almost in unison, causing the group to laugh.

“Well…” Lorie started.

Then, without warning, she yelled, “Karl, come in here.”

Instinctively, some of the girls grabbed their pajama bottoms in an attempt to cover themselves before Karl was expected to burst into the room.

Before anyone could really do anything, being slowed down by a combination of incomprehension and shock, Karl did open the door, and immediately closed it again.

“Karl, don’t be a jerk. Get back in here,” Lorie yelled.

Slowly the door opened. “I really shouldn’t be here. Whatever you girls are up to is none of my business… but it certainly looks like you’re having fun!”

“Karly, we, I mean the other girls, want to know how big a penis really is,” Lorie responded.

“Well, it’s about six inches long and an inch-and-a-half in diameter,” he said, moving back out and starting to close the door again.

“No…” Katie said firmly. “We want to see.”

“You told them about that time, didn’t you?” Karl asked his sister quietly.

“Well, yeah. Don’t worry, All boys, and all girls, do it.”

“But that’s private stuff.”

“Sorry.” Then she added, “But they’d love to see a real, live penis.”

“No fucking way,” he responded.

“Yes, fucking way, we want to see.”

As you can imagine that went back and forth a few times, but as it turns out, Karl was secretly bursting with enthusiasm. His penis was already hard, and straining in his pants.

So, pretending that he wasn’t going to do it, he already knew he was, and soon seemed to be worn down, and willing to comply with his sister’s request.

I won’t bore you with the details. Eventually, all the girls got to see, and touch a real live penis.

There was discussion of testing to see whether his cock would fit in Katie’s vagina, but everyone sensibly decided that still being virgins and all, that would be a bad idea. Instead, everyone took turns hugging then feeling each other’s stuff. Karl had all he could do to not ejaculate when it was decided he should momentarily rub each girl’s clit in succession. Then, it was decided they’d all take turns putting their hands around his penis and feel his balls within his scrotum.

Not every girl got the chance. The third one to put her hands on his cock and balls was his own sister, Lorie. Suddenly, his penis was spasming, and all the girls got to see a boy ejaculating.

Sister Takes Me Beyond Orgasm

How my sister learned this stuff, I don’t know. I’ll probably get around to asking her one of these days.

What’s she’s been doing lately drives me crazy. After every time, I swear I won’t ever let her do it again, but then between sessions, I really start to crave it once more.

Here’s what she does, with minor variations every time:

She gets me entirely naked. Sometimes she remains clothed, sometimes she becomes totally naked also.

She has me lay on her massage table. I’m usually already erect. It used to embarrass me to have her see me erect, but that was long ago.

She has tied up some short ropes to the table legs ending in four bandanas that she ties around my wrists and ankles, explaining that the treatment will be so severe, she wants to make sure I don’t thrash and fall off the table.

She’ll dangle the corner of a sheet of toilet paper over my penis. She lowers it slowly, waving it back and forth. My penis twitches in anticipation. Finally the corner of the toilet paper just brushes over my frenulum ever so lightly. My oh my, what a feeling, as my penis jumps an inch. If I wasn’t hard already, I certainly become hard during this procedure.

Kayla then abandons the toilet paper, and starts massaging my balls. She starts out lightly, but then adds more and more pressure. She squeezes them between her thumbs and first two fingers, making them pop back and forth in my scrotum like wet bars of soap. Yes, it hurts, but not very much. I love it. I once ejaculated just from this treatment. She hadn’t even touched my dick.

Next, after some gentle fondling, she jerks me off in earnest. I cum. I cum hard, squirming all over the table. But, as she explains it, that’s only a side effect.

She keeps jerking me off after the pleasure subsides. It becomes agony. I am indeed thrashing, yelling, but laughing too. I would fall off the table if I wasn’t tied down. I’d stop her if I could, but I simply can’t do anything about it.

The treatment gets worse. She starts rubbing the palm of her hand over the tip of my penis. I’m screaming. I can’t stand it. I so want her to stop. But, as she has told me several times, there’s no safe word, because there’s no way I can get hurt. It’s not like some BDSM practices in which one could be injured.

That’s not entirely true. One time, she rubbed my glans like that, but without oil on her hand. The next day, I had a sort of burn, or chaffing on my glans that took a few days to heel.

She keeps going. I’m screaming. I’m laughing. I’m writhing out of control. My wrists hurt where I’ve pulled hard against the bondage. I know the drill. She’ll stop when my penis becomes soft. Not before. The damn erection won’t go down. I guess it’s because of the continuing stimulation. She keeps going.

One time, I ejaculated a second time during this part of the process. But most of the time, it’s just torment. I hate it but I love it. Go figure!