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Martina And Me

by Spurtz

A few years ago I posted a notice on the masturbation bulletin board on The Masturbation Page site about a proposed group jack in my area. I ended up with seven guys who said they would attend. So last Saturday we had the session. As usual on these things, we had a lot of no shows. It ended up myself, three guys, and one of my gf’s. She is a real hot little number and after we all got naked, she took turns jacking each cock. She would stroke each guy’s cock and balls for about five minutes and then move on to the next guy. She went around the room about four or five times giving each guy’s cock some fabulous stroke action. She liberally lubed up each prick. Then when we were all bursting ready to cum, she had each of us, one at a time, lay on the sofa and she got between our legs and jacked us to orgasm. It was totally hot.

Then on Sunday morning, I checked my e-mail and had a message from a gal named Martina who had seen my bulletin board post. She said her fantasy had long been to be part of a group jack off and was anything planned? I barely had the heart to tell her she was one day late. She was disappointed but e-mailed me back with lots of questions. When I told her how things had gone, she said she wasn’t sure she would want to actually jack anybody off. Her thing was watching a group of guys jack their cocks while she masturbated her clit and worked her pussy with a vibrator.

One thing led to another and we traded phone numbers. As big as L.A. is, it turned out that she lived only about 20 minutes from me. So we got on the phone and started some very, very sexy talk about masturbation and the group jack. She then asked me if she could get together with my gf and I and we would all watch each other masturbate. I told her I would ask my gf. I hung up the phone, called my gf and she was all for it. So we planned to do it Tuesday night at my house. Martina told me that she wouldn’t mind watching me and my gf go all the way if we were up for it and I said that would be great and would she want to join in but she said she just wanted to watch and masturbate her clit and frig herself with her vibrator.

On Monday my gf called to tell me she got her period and could we postpone it until this coming Saturday night. So I called Martina and told her this. She was cool with it but then asked if just the two of us could still hook up Tuesday and watch each other get off. I told her that I would have to clear it with the gf who is ultra liberal and of course, she told me to go for it.

So last night Martina showed up at my door. She had sent me her picture and I already knew she was attractive but her picture did not come close to doing her justice. She was very, very pretty with a nice body and a healthy rack. I showed her around my house, which if I do say so myself is quite appealing. She was very impressed and really liked it. Then we got on my computer and looked at some really hot porn. She had some particular interests that I was able to find some great film clips of and before you know it, she is telling me she is totally wet. Of course by then my pants are tenting.

We then went to my bedroom, which I had already set up with some candles, and the DVD of 1001 Cum Shots 2 playing on my 40″ TV. We stripped down and got on the bed. She had told me in advance that the ground rules were masturbation only. No fucking or sucking. So I started to stroke my already hard cock and she started rubbing her pussy. She said she wanted to see my cock up close. I am partially cut but still have enough foreskin to cover about half the head when hard. I had told her about this on the phone and now she wanted to see it up close. So I presented my hard cock to her right in front of her face and proceeded to slide the foreskin back and forth. She grabbed a bottle of lube and dripped some along the top of my cock and then wrapped her hand around it and started stroking.

This sort of surprised me because from the ground rules she had set, I wasn’t’ sure if there would be any mutual touching. So I put one hand down to her pussy and started fingering her. She was already sopping wet. We masturbated each other for a while and then she lay back and spread her legs and pulled her lips apart and asked me what I thought. She had one of those perfect pussies with lips like petals and of course they glistened with her moisture. I told her she had a great looking pussy. Her pussy looked so damned good I had to go down on her….which sent her into all kinds of moans and groans.

After a few minutes of this, I was then kneeling between her legs with the tip of my cock just inches from her pussy. I wanted to put it in her so bad I could hardly stand it but figured that was a no-no. Then she spread her legs even wider, rubbed her clit and spread her lips and I figured she wanted penetration. So I nosed my prick around on her pussy and tried to slip it in but she pulled away and said that I couldn’t do that. I apologized and said I had misinterpreted her actions so I just rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit and all over her clit.

She wanted me to slide up her body and put my cock between her tits, which I gladly did. She pushed her tits together capturing my cock between them and I proceeded to start stroking it back and forth between her boobs. As my cock would slide up towards her face she would flick her tongue out and give it a lick so I pushed a little further and she was taking the whole head in her mouth and giving it a hard suck on each forward stroke. This was totally hot…. This again surprised me because of the ground rules that had been set, but who am I to complain?

Then she got her vibrator out and lubed it all up inserted it into her pussy. With one hand pumping the vibrator in and out she used the other to massage her now prominent clit. I continued to kneel between her legs and was jacking my lubed up cock. Pretty soon she stopped rubbing her clit and grabbed my prick and started furiously stroking it. I leaned forward a bit and took over rubbing her clit and then I took the vibrator from her and slowly slid it in and out of her wet pussy.

We continued on like this for ten or fifteen minutes and then she said she wanted to cum. We both lay there together with me stroking my prick and fondling my balls…both drenched in lube….while she went to town with the vibrator in her cunt and her fingers working her clit. In no time at all she had a mind-blowing orgasm….letting out several loud screams while her whole body shuddered. She never stopped working herself over and within a couple of minutes she repeated her orgasm and went on to a third one.

Then she said that she wanted to see me spurt. With her lying down, I again was on my knees between her legs and started seriously pumping my cock. I am quite a spurter so I planned on giving her a nice hot load. I had been edging for the past two days ever since we had set this up so I was more than ready. She kept saying how much she wanted to see me cum and that she wanted my hot load splattered all over her.

Finally I could feel it building and reached that point of no return. That’s when my fist started really flying up and down my cock. When I knew I was about to squirt, I raised my body up and pointed my cock down directly at her pussy. She had told me earlier that she wanted me to coat her cunt with my cum. I thought I had it aimed right at her cunt but when you are in the throes of an orgasm, who knows what the hell is happening. Anyway, the first shot was a real rope that actually shot up the side of her body coating some of her right tit and shoulder with most of it shooting beyond her onto the bed. The second and succeeding shots I had better control over and managed to get most of it on her pussy or on the bed right in front of her pussy.

I then collapsed on the bed next to her and tried to recover while she mopped up the cum from her and cleaned up my prick with some hand cloths I had conveniently stashed next to the bed. The 1001 Cum Shots movie was still playing so we watched that. We had talked earlier about me possibly cumming twice, which I can do. So I began to watch the DVD and stroked my prick to coax it back into an erection. She said she was wiped out and unless I had a driving need to cum again, she was ready to call it a night, which was fine with me.

I think the two of us hit it off really well and I am looking forward to next Saturday with both Martina and my gf.

(Note from Spurtz: The get together with Martina and my gf never came to pass unfortunately. A few weeks later Martina called me and told me that our experience was the result of an extremely horny mood she was in at the time. She told me she had a regular boyfriend who was not sexually adventurous but that she was in love with him and that our get-together had to be a one-time thing. She thanked me but asked me not to call her again. BTW, the bulletin board I mention at the beginning of the story no longer exists or if it does, it is not available to the public like it used to be.)

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Jenelle’s Best Orgasm

Jenelle here, using my brother’s account. He thought I might like to report this, and he was right.

He and I had been talking about an experience I had recently had with a new boyfriend. I had been telling Jeremy about how this guy refused to fuck me, fearing pregnancy, or maybe STDs, so instead he put two fingers in my puss, promising he’d get me off big-time. He curled his fingers forward against the inside front wall of my cunt and just started rubbing rather firmly. It wasn’t even a minute before I was orgasming as hard as I ever had in my life. The only thing was, as much as I begged him to press even harder, he was afraid of hurting me. So, it was just one glorious orgasm, but it could have been two or more.

So, there I was telling Jeremy, and he offered to do it ‘right.’ How can a twin sister refuse that?

In moments, Jeremy was naked and sporting an erection, as was I. Well, I was naked, but no erection, of course.

However, I wasn’t going to need lube. I’m generally wet anyway, being of Filipino descent. Us girls have always literally left puddles after a good fucking, or even just a masturbation (Benefits of Wanking) session.

Well, to make a long story short, Jeremy went to town, and by God, he did press hard as he rubbed against the front wall of my vagina. It was hurting a bit, but that just made it better. I came. I came so fucking hard! It was the best orgasm, or series of orgasms actually, of my life. I swear it lasted over a minute as I was cumming in wave after wave.

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Hard Testicle Squeezing

We don’t fuck. My girlfriend, who is a nurse, is ridiculously afraid of disease. Well, maybe it’s not so crazy in this day and age. So, we don’t fuck. We’ve done it a few times in the past, but no more. Since she knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with a sexless relationship, she has taken to getting me off by hand. She’s so expert that I really don’t miss the intercourse at all. In fact, I’d say a good handjob beats fucking, hands-down, so to speak.

To my amazement, she seldom wants reciprocation. When she does, it’s just some clit-licking to orgasm. Instead, she seems to enjoy our conversation as she’s working on me. Well, I’m certainly good with that!

But it’s crazier than that. One time a few months ago, I asked her to massage my balls. She had sort of done that just a little bit before, but not even really enough to understand their actual shape, or relation to the epididimis (the connecting tubes) behind them. She started with a gentle massage, and it was nice, but not spectacular.

Evidently being in a sort of crazy, I asked her to squeeze harder, so I could really feel her ministrations. She squeezed just a little harder, being afraid of hurting me. She had been holding one testicle between the thumb and the side of her forefinger in each hand. Suddenly my right ball kind of slipped around in my scrotum, out of her grip, like a wet bar of soap. That hurt a little bit, but in general was a nice surprise.

I asked her to focus on doing that with both balls. She complied. I asked her to ramp it up with more pressure. It didn’t take long to realize she had to avoid squeezing the place where the epidimis connects along the top/back of the balls. That offers an unpleasant kind of sting-pain. But squeezing anywhere else was nice. No pain, just a comfortable compression feeling.

In my crazy mood, that was nice, but not enough. I had her start squeezing harder and harder. I don’t really know how hard she eventually got, but I did see that her fingertips were turning white from pressure as the blood was squeezed out of her fingers.

Now, it was starting to hurt, but I was in this strange mood like I wanted to see just how much I could take.

Every now and then a ball would suddenly slip away. My, that hurt, but was still fun.

The pressure was building terribly, but I knew nuts are surrounded by a thick coating, and like raw chicken gizzards, you can’t really damage them just with fingertips. Now, It was hurting so badly I was wincing, moaning, and screaming a little bit, as she continued to sit on my legs squeezing ever harder. She was also laughing. So was I. I mean, it fucking hurt, but it was fun, too.

Did I mention my dick was rock hard the whole time? Suddenly, my penis started spasming as cum came tumbling out, and she hadn’t even touched my dick.

We’ve repeated the process several times. There’s something really special about cumming from ball squeezing alone. Then too, there’s a mild ache for an hour afterward. It’s not severe at all. However, there’s also an effect where my balls feel heavy for several hours. I mean, while I’d doing other things later in the day whether it’s mowing the lawn or working on the Internet, I can notice my balls, their heaviness, and it’s really pleasant.

Lately, we’ve taken that to a new level. Years ago, I read somewhere about a husband and wife who were playing with something similar. He claimed she squeezed so hard that the fluid in his balls flowed out into his blood stream, and they became flabby, soft, deflated. A moment after she let go, they reinflated. Oh my! I had to experience that, if it was even true.

So, I had her squeeze just my left ball harder than ever, and just hold it that way for five whole minutes. When she let go, she and I both felt both balls and sure enough, the left one was about 50% deflated compared to the other. It was painful to feel my ball at that point, but it was surely interesting to discover it being all flabby like that. I was slightly scared that the deflation might be permanent, or that I might have even sent a blood clot to my brain or something, but nothing of the sort happened. Within a minute, it was back to normal.

However, I don’t recommend you try this. Maybe it could literally kill you, or at least send you to a hospital. Instead, enjoy my report and get off in the normal way.

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Beach Threesome

By Spurtz

I Hit the Nude Beach with Two Lesbians.

Some back story is necessary. I met Charli after my third divorce and we were together for over 14 years despite the fact that I was much, much older. She is bi and during our time together she had frequent dalliances with other women. This never bothered me because it never interfered with our relationship.

Charli was heavy into the L.A. nightclub scene and many of the women she met up with were very famous celebrities. From what I have been able to learn, I think just about every twenty-something female celebrity is bi-sexual. Casual sex between women is much more accepted than that by men.

Charli and I had a terrific relationship. The sex was as good as it could get, plus we also had a great times together eating out, going to the movies weekly, attending various shows and events, and just having a helluva good time together.

Then she met Amanda. Another great looking gal, she was several years younger than Charli. Amanda is always perfectly put together. Hair, nails, clothes….you name it. They moved in together and that pretty much was the end of my sexual relationship with Charli. But the three of us did a lot together. Movies, eating out, and casual time at my house. Every once in a while I would get some alone time with Charli and we would relight the old fires. But that was rare.

Charli had always explained me to her friends and to Amanda, as her step-dad. Her real dad had died some time ago and her mother had moved to the east coast. So I had supposedly married the mother but after a few years we divorced. But Charli and I remained very good friends. Anyway, that was the cover story that held up to this day.

Everything came to a screeching halt when I moved to Florida. Charli and Amanda have made two cross country trips to visit me, however. On the most recent one I had made up a list of things to do and one was to visit a local nude beach. I figured no way in hell would they do that but to my great surprise and delight they wanted to do it.

Now you need to know that every minute I had ever spent around Amanda it was always as the older laid back step-dad. There had never ever been even so much as a comment about anything of a sexual nature. So the fact that I would be on the beach with her, and both of us naked as jaybirds, was going to be quite an adjustment. I knew from previous conversations with Charli that Amanda had not always been gay. She had some male relationships in the past but was now firmly locked into Charli.

I had decided ahead of time that I would steer things in a sexual direction if it was at all possible. Which shouldn’t be that hard laying there with two naked women and my cock hanging out.

I popped a Viagra before we left because I knew from experience that just the slightest influences would produce a very nice erection. And what better way to get things started than with a hard cock? I had no illusions that anything overtly sexual would take place. I was just hoping I might get the gals to fondle my prick. But I knew I was probably dreaming.

We arrived at the beach. This particular beach has a couple of miles of perfect deserted sandy beach. Nothing but sand and ocean. It was an unusually nice day so there were quite a few nude people there. So we walked way down the beach until it began to thin out. We picked a spot and spread out our blankets and erected a large umbrella to give some shade from the sun. The closest any other people were was about 60 feet away.

We were all in our bathing suits. Both the girls in skimpy bikinis and as I suspected, Amanda had a body to match her beautiful face. Charli was equally attractive but not as buxom as Amanda. It was now time to strip. Nobody seemed to want to be first so I took the initiative and shucked off my shorts. Charli paid no attention but I saw Amanda stealing a look at my dick.

Both girls stripped and the three of us sat down. I thought the two girls would sit together but they surprised me and sat on either side of me. We all broke out the sun block and started lathering it on. When I got to my cock, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to get a sunburn on it, so I took particular care to rub it in. I apologized to the girls saying I didn’t want them to think I was playing with my dick. They both laughed.

We took turns doing each other’s back and both girls rubbed it all over their tits. Charli had obviously been doing some nude sunbathing because her tits were pretty much the same color as the rest of her body while Amanda’s beauties were much whiter.

The three of us laid back and enjoyed the ocean air on our bodies. My prick had already plumped up a bit from applying the sun block. I reached down and began lightly stroking it and it quickly became fully hard. Charli noticed what I was doing and hoarsely whispered to me wanting to know what the hell did I think I was doing?

I answered back that I was doing something that felt really good and not to worry about it. This brought Amanda’s attention to my fondling and she looked at my now fully hard cock. I had brought a small bottle of KY lubricant and while the two girls watched, I drooled a few drops along the underside of my prick as it lay along my stomach. Then I proceeded to take my forefinger and run it up and down my frenulum.

Charli was quite shocked at what I was doing and said something along the lines of “Stop doing that.” I just kept sliding my finger up and down the lubed ridge of my frenulum and I don’t mind telling you that it felt fantastic.

I responded by saying, “If you were a true friend, you would be doing it for me.”

“Forget it,” was the response.

Then Amanda shocked the shit out of both of us and said, “I’ll help you out.” And leaned over and ran her finger up and down my throbbing cock. I saw the look on Charli’s face and knew she was pissed. “Amanda,” she cried out, “you can’t be playing with my dad’s dick.”

“He’s your step-dad, not your dad,” Amanda retorted. “Give him a break. He’s entitled to some fun at this stage of his life and if we can make him happy, who are we hurting?”

At that point, Charli figured she might as well go with the flow and cupped her hand over my nuts and began kneading them. Over the next few minutes the girls took turns stroking the underside of my cock, the most sensitive place on it. With all that blood rushing to it, my cockhead was a bright purple and even the shaft was a bright red. The damn thing looked like it was about to explode. It was, but in a different way.

Charli knew that I liked my asshole stimulated when my prick was being jacked and I felt her other hand making its way down to my butt. I raised my legs to give her better access and felt her lubed finger slide into my butthole. While Amanda continued to stroke my frenulum, Charli kneaded my balls and plunged her finger in and out of my asshole. It was too much. I told Amanda to press down harder and go faster. She did and then the semen erupted from the head of my prick and shot up onto my stomach. The jism just kept spurting and spurting. Stream after stream of my man juice kept exploding from my prick covering my stomach and chest with some of it making it up under my chin. Thankfully Amanda has been pressing down on my cock while stimulating it. Otherwise I probably would have had a face full of cum.

I reached over into my backpack and pulled out a wad of paper towels and began mopping up the cum. Both girls remarked about how much semen had shot from my cock. Amanda wanted to know how it felt and I told her it was probably the best orgasm of my life.

I finally got cleaned up and I could tell that what had just happened had really turned on both women. I could see it in their eyes. Amanda couldn’t take her eyes off my still erect cock and Charli was rubbing her clit with abandon. I figured at that point I had nothing to lose so I quickly related how I had fucked my second wife on a beach in the Bahamas by getting in the spoon position and entering her vagina from behind. I told them how we were able to do that on a beach with people nearby and nobody suspected. And if they were willing, I would be happy to fuck them both.

Amanda surprised me again by being the first to respond. “It’s been years since I’ve had a cock inside me and I figured it would never happen again. But I don’t mind telling you that my cunt is burning up right now and I can’t think of anything better than having your cock inside me.”

I looked at Charli and she nodded her head. But at the same time she had a doubtful look on her face. “You think you can cum two more times after that monster orgasm you just had?”

“Only one way to find out,” I replied.

I had Amanda lay on her side and I spooned her from behind. My cock was rock hard and I had smeared a bit of KY on it. I had a bit of trouble finding her slit but Amanda reached down and helped guide me in. I proceeded to slow fuck her, not going too fast for fear of other beach goers suspecting what we were doing. I knew the beach was patrolled by members of a local nudist club who had been instrumental in having it declared a legal nude beach. They went to great lengths to make sure no funny business jeopardized that legal status.

Charli got on the other side of Amanda and proceeded to suck on her titties and also fingered her clit while I slowly pumped in and out. Charli told me later she wanted to get down and lap Amanda’s clit and maybe tongue my dick and balls but was afraid that might appear suspicious to anyone who might look our way.

Despite having just had a monster cum, the fact that I was actually fucking Amanda while Charli also participated really turned me on. And way sooner than I ever expected, I was pumping stream after stream of jism into her sweet pussy.

After I was completely drained, I slipped my cock out and Amanda grabbed it and gave it a few final pumps to eke out every drop of semen.

Then it was Charli’s turn. But I needed a moment of respite. We popped some Cokes and while drinking them, Amanda said she had forgotten how good a dick could feel. Charli gave her a dirty look but then laughed and said she was looking forward to the experience as well.

Labels on sexual proclivities are mostly useless. I titled this story calling the girls lesbians but in reality they were way more bi-sexual than true lesbians. Both of them definitely liked dick.

I was still on a sexual high and ready to go again. The fact that I was about to fuck Charli was one helluva turn-on. Despite the fact that we had screwed each other thousands of times, it had been a couple of years since the last time and I was ready to go.

We positioned ourselves just like I had with Amanda and I guided my rock hard cock right into one of loveliest pussies I’d ever fucked. It was sopping wet. Amanda was now in front of Charli and I was somewhat shocked when I felt her get a good grip on my nuts. The way we were positioned my head was behind Charli’s but looking right into Amanda’s face. I really wanted to kiss her while I pumped my cock into Charli but I knew that would really annoy the hell out of Charli.

Amanda looked me right in the eyes and said, “Fuck that tight pussy real good daddy.”

After already having cum twice, this one took a little longer but that was fine with me. It could never be over too soon. Charli was a small girl, only 5’ 2” and 110 pounds and had a tight pussy to go with that size. I could feel her flexing her crotch muscles gripping my dick as I slowly stroked in and out. She had practiced that on me a lot back when we were fucking on a regular basis. It felt great.

But all good things must come to an end and all too soon I felt things starting to happen. Amanda had let go of my nuts and now had a two fingered grip on the base of my cock and was actually jacking me off while I was fucking Charli. It felt fantastic. Then I felt the semen churning in my balls and shooting up my cock. I murmured, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” as I felt several separate forceful shots exit my prick and slam into Charli’s cervix. I kept pumping into her until I knew I was finished. I pulled out. My wet dick still drooling a few stray strings of cum. I saw Charli and Amanda locked together smothering each other in wet kisses. At that point I knew I was no longer needed.

The three of us lay there totally wiped out. Or at least I was. Then Amanda surprised me once more. “When we get back to your house,” she said, “we’ll all have a proper threesome where we don’t have to worry about somebody seeing us.”

I looked at Charli’s face to see if she was on board with that idea. I really couldn’t tell for sure but I thought I did see a bit of a smirk.

But I had to laugh. Back when the two of them had settled in as a couple, I had half-seriously suggested we do a threesome with Amanda. Charli looked at me aghast and said, “That could never happen in a million years.”

Author’s Note: This story is 100% true…except all the sex on the beach is wishful thinking. The girls will be visiting me in a couple of months and a visit to the nude beach is on the list of possible things to do that I sent to them. So maybe my dreams will come true.

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Mom’s Massage with Mattie

I’m in the first year of college. After considering my options, I went with the local university. Part of me thought it would fun to participate in dorm living, but the more sensible part wanted to keep my student loan down, and I’ve always enjoyed living with my family, so why not continue?

Like any college student, I have an assortment of classes, lectures, workshops, study groups and so on with a varying schedule. Even weekends. However, on Thursday afternoons, I have nothing, so I come home where it’s quiet and do some studying.

On Thursday afternoons, my brother and sister are still in school. My dad is at work. My mom is often home, but she’s usually in her studio. She’s a sculptor. She often works with nude models. I’ve stepped into the studio a few times and seen some of the models. I try to be nonchalant, but I do get a charge out of seeing them, and often go to my room and have a good wank with the memory of them fresh in my mind. Is it too revealing to say I’ll as often jerk off to the male models as the females?

One time, I saw a guy I don’t know but who I’ve seen around the university, posing with an erection. Oh my, I had a good wank after that! He didn’t bat an eyelash at my arrival, as if being nude and erect in front of people is just normal for him. I made a mental note to look the guy up and try to make friends with him. My mom was sketching the guy, prior to working with the clay, and seemed perfectly OK with the guy being erect. How cool is that?

In case you’re wondering, in the final sculpture, there was a leaf over his genital region, and no visible erection.

So, on this particular Thursday, she had changed her regularly scheduled massage session from her usual Wednesdays. I don’t know why. Maybe the masseuse was busy on Wednesday or something.

Mattie, the massage practitioner, does house calls. She sets up her massage table in our family room and goes to work on Mom. I’ve never actually seen these massages, because I’ve been at school.

So, on this day, I came into the family room looking for my tablet, which I had left there the evening before. Boy oh boy, what I saw!

There was my mother, laying face-up on the table, stark naked. There was Mattie, massaging my mom’s breasts. Yes, her actual boobs, which I have to admit are quite shapely. My whole mom is a good-looking woman. Very good looking. If I was 40-something, and not her son, and if she wasn’t married to Dad, I’d be interested!

At first, I didn’t realize I had intruded. Mattie saw me right away, and looked a bit like a thief caught red-handed. I was just going to turn around and tip-toe away, but since she was looking right at me, I had to say something, right?

“Oops, excuse me.” – That was the best I could come up with.

Hearing my voice, my mom said, “Oh, it’s no big deal. I’m just getting a massage.”

“Well, I’ll just slip away…”

“No, it’s OK. You can stay.”

What does one do in a situation like that? I said I’d just get my tablet and leave.

“Mattie, this is my son Paul. Paul, Mattie.” My mom made the introductions.

“Oh, hi,” I said.

Mattie had lost her deer in the headlights look, and started something I didn’t expect. She started conversing with me. “Paul, if you ever find yourself massaging a woman’s breasts, this is how you do it. Generally, you want to be gentle, but some women, such as your mother, like rather deeper massage. When you can feel the slightly granular-feeling breast tissue deep inside, you’re getting it right.”

“Oh, OK.”

My mother, naked though she was, looked at me, like as if this was an everyday occurrence. I became transfixed. I know I should have left the room at that point, but I didn’t.

Mattie was evidently done with my mother’s breasts and took a step further down the table. Then she started on the unthinkable. She started massaging my mom’s vagina. Right there in front of me. And my mom was not only OK with it, she was kind of blindly staring right at me, smiling blissfully, and moaning gently.

Mattie continued. I was just glued in place, staring, not knowing what to think. I have to say, I did feel an immediate stirring in my pants. I’m not entirely inexperienced with women, but to see my own mother getting her vagina massaged, that was, well, simply amazing!

My mother tensed muscles, started panting, and practically screamed as her orgasm hit her.

I was finally getting ready to leave as Mom calmed down, when she quietly said, “Mattie, do you have time to do Paul, too?”

“Why yes, I’d be delighted.”

To cut a long story short, I received my first-ever massage, let alone a happy ending massage, right there in front of my mother. At first I was embarrassed to have her see me naked. She hadn’t seen me with at least underpants on since I was like five years old.

Fortunately, the first part of the massage was with me face-down on the table. My mom probably only saw my junk for a moment as I removed my pants.

The massage felt really nice, and I felt my penis wanting to become hard under my belly. I was amazed that Mattie was willing to spend quite a bit of time first massaging my butt in general, then lightly brushing her fingers right over my anus. If you’ve never had that done, get someone to do that for you. It’s amazing! After a while, Mattie asked me to roll over.

I was super-embarrassed when I had to roll over. By then, my dick was super-hard. I had really willed it not to, but you know biology. At the same time, I was kind of expecting that since Mattie had given my mother an orgasm, perhaps that was on the agenda for me also. So, maybe an erection was OK under the circumstances. I really wasn’t sure. My mom didn’t say anything. She was just staring lovingly, the way mothers do, and smiling. I also wondered if Mattie would think I was a perv or something. But, hadn’t she just given my mother an orgasm?

It took me a few minutes to settle into my embarrassing situation, and realize that instead, I could just soak it all in, and maybe even be proud of my obvious masculinity. My penis was standing straight up, not laying against my stomach as it usually does when I masturbate. I must have been super-excited and therefore super-hard. Sure enough, I got my orgasm, squirting my cum a good foot in the air under Mattie’s ministrations.

After Mattie left, my mother and I didn’t discuss what had happened. In fact, I needed some space to process, so I took my tablet to my room, walking through the house still naked, holding my clothes in my other hand. In my room, I couldn’t focus on my studies. My mind was just replaying the afternoon over and over again.

An hour later, my mom knocked on my door. “Shall I book us another session for next Thursday?”

“Yes!”

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Gay Lewis In His Wheelchair

I wanted to become a photographer. I supposed any sort of photographer would do, but if my wildest fantasy was to come true, I’d specialize in photographing men. Naked men. But of course that was not to be. Someone who grows up like me in a series of foster homes doesn’t get any kind of a silver spoon.

I was so typical. I never graduated high school. I hung around with, well anyone who was cool in my opinion, basically loser dropouts. Maybe it was because I didn’t have parents to influence me. Maybe it was just my surroundings. But I had this photography dream. I was sure drugs and alcohol would kill that. So I didn’t even smoke cigarettes. I mean, I’ve had ugly dreams about finally making it as a photographer, then dying of lung cancer before I could fully enjoy my success. My friends though I was crazy. Maybe I was, but it just seemed less crazy than the shit they were doing.

Back to reality. I was not a photographer. Oh, I did take pictures, and was so thankful to be in modern times. Do you know that photographers had to mess around in dark rooms with chemicals until about 20 years ago? They had tanks and trays and things and had to keep everything just the right temperature. I think maybe I would have liked that. Who knows? On the other hand, they had to pay for supplies. Every picture they took cost money. How could they afford all that?

I did, however, have to earn a living. From my background, going to college was out of the question. I was not going to earn a living by selling heroine on the street corners. I was not going to steal anything. So what was left? Nothing, that’s what! Well, I guess there was the military, but that’s not really my cup of tea.

When I was really getting desperate, trying to decide whether the Marines, Navy, Army or Coast Guard would be the least objectionable option and worried about how they’d handle a gay guy, I came across an ad for a caregiver.

I knew there’s no way the guy would accept a gay, uneducated orphan, but I went ahead and wrote back. I mean, all it took was a minute to reply. One thing one of my foster mothers taught me is that if you try enough long-shots, something might just hit the target.

The guy wrote back all suspicious. I answered him anyway. He wrote again, I wrote back again. This went on for a week. I was actually enjoying the e-conversation, even though it wasn’t going to amount to anything. It’s not like I had something more important to do.

Guess what? They guy said, ‘Come on over.’

Well, I went on over. I was a half-hour late. I mean, I started out early enough, but the bus system here is, well, less than ideal. I figure that was the end of it. Half-hour late. Come on, like why did I even bother?

I rang the doorbell of a surprisingly large house, and it took like a full minute for the guy to answer. He was, just like I knew, in a wheelchair. I expected an all fat, pasty, bent-over guy. No, he was really quite handsome and not much older than me. Maybe mid-twenties.

He greeted me with a scowl. But it was a joke. He then broke into a big smile, and welcomed me into his home with open arms. That’s who Lewis is. He is always happy and friendly. How a guy who was born in a wheelchair can be like that beats me. I mean, if I had spina bifida, I’d be grouchy most of the time. Mad at the world. Not Lewis.

We talked. I told him about my dream to become a photograper. Of course I didn’t mention the part about wanting to specialize in naked men. I’m not an idiot. He told me about his business which he conducts entirely from a laptop. I didn’t realize it at first but the whole house was his. I thought maybe he must have had roommates to afford such a place. The money for the whole place came through a little 15-inch laptop. How cool is that?

To keep the length of this account reasonable, let me just say that I moved in as one of his caretakers. He has five. We each work 8-hour shifts, and kind of divide up the weekends. You’d think I’d get a swing shift, or maybe nighttimes, but I ended up working from 7:30 in the morning to 4:30, five days a week. You might find it interesting that the other four were all female. Later, Lewis admitted that he wanted me to be a woman also, but some of the women were having trouble lifting him, so he wanted the daytime caregiver to be stronger. That’s the guy who has to give him baths. Not my idea of a good time, but whatever, right?

A few weeks in, As I was carefully dumping him into the tub, I got the crazy notion to take my shirt off first. That’s because every time I got it wet, which was kind of miserable. Lewis complimented my abs. Whatever.

My pants were still getting splashed most of the time, plus I was doing everything at arms length, trying to adequately bath Lewis without getting wetter than I had to.

Lewis and I were becoming fast friends. Now, you’d think him being crippled and all, that I’d keep my distance or something. And I tried to, but I really enjoyed talking with Lewis. He was a brain and I learned a lot from this man who had seldem even been out of his house.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but one day I found myself bathing him in only my underpants, and all was well. A couple of weeks later, I decided that since he’s always nude during the baths, I might as well be also. Lewis didn’t complain. Far from it.

One day, out of the blue, he asked me what my cock looks like when it’s hard. I mean, he just came right out and asked. I kind of muttered some sort of nothing, like, “Oh, I guess it’s alright.”

Then, I don’t know what came over me but I just came right out and asked, “So with you and your condition, can you get erections?”

That was the door opener. He admitted that he gets sort of hard sometimes, rarely, but that’s all.

“What about orgasms?” I had to know.

Lewis, being the honest man he is just went ahead and told me. “From all I can see from porn and so on, it seems I don’t have orgasms like men normally do. Oh, I feel something. It’s kind of a very nice extended tickle. That’s all.”

I kind of knew, because he had told me early on that the reason he wears adult diapers is because he can’t feel his bladder. He doesn’t know when he needs to pee. It just comes out. Well, I was glad he could have some sort of orgasm. Maybe, and I wasn’t sure about this at all, the tickle thing he was talking about was an orgasm just like I feel. Or, maybe not.

He broke me out of my musings by adding something else that just floored me. I was like, ‘poor guy.’

“Because of my hands – you know the way they are – I haven’t been able to masturbate for years. In fact even as a teenager, it wasn’t very satisfactory.”

I was kind of tongue-tied. What do you do with a good friend tells you something like that? I sort of stupidly offered my condolences, as if someone had died. Then, as usual, I got him out of the tub, dried, dressed, and back into his wheelchair.

I was me who instigated the next sexual talk a few days later. “Hey Lewis, what about the four women? Have you ever asked for maybe a handjob from one of the caregivers?”

“I’m gay.”

Jeez! I had no idea. All this time, and I never knew. It was time for me to let my own cat out of the bag.

“Me too.”

“I know.”

“How did you know?”

“I just did. From the first day you gave me a bath. There was something. Something about the way you respected me. No, something else. Maybe the way you looked at me. Hell, I don’t know. I just knew.”

That was the end of the conversation. Neither of us said anything about it for around a week, although I felt like our friendship had gone to a much deeper level. Imagine having a friend who you can confide in like that!

Then, again at bath time, “Hey, do you remember when I asked what your cock looks like when it’s erect?”

“Um, yeah.” I mean how could I forget? I had jerked off several times remembering that conversation, and wishing I had answered differently. Like I could have said something like, “Sure, wanna see?” But no, stupidly, I just mumbled something and let the moment slip away.

“I was serious. I want to see it hard.”

It doesn’t take an engraved invitation. “Well, OK then!” I answered, laughing. Sitting right there on the side of the tub, I started stroking and was erect in less than a minute. It was somehow glorious to have him intently watching me like that. A moment later, I was yelling with joy and squirting cum into the tub.

After I calmed down, I knew I couldn’t leave it at that. What about Lewis? So, I carted him into his room, laid him on his bed, and gave him the blowjob of his life. I knew it was the best he ever had, because by his own admission, he claimed he had never had a blowjob.

I think, but am not sure, that he got a little bit erect in my mouth. I didn’t care. His soft dick was very nice to suck on. Oh, I had sucked my fair share of good and firm dicks at the various foster homes, but I actually enjoyed his soft little thing more.

After maybe five minutes, Lewis started kind of squirming and moaning and laughing too, and with his barely effective hands firmly pushed my head away. He had an orgasm. His version of an orgasm. To this day, I don’t know if he had cum in my mouth or not. If so, it was only a drop or two.

Time went on. Our afternoons turned into a regular thing. It got to where I was butt-fucking him on a fairly regular basis, and he was loving it. One time – just once – he sqirted cum out just like a fully-functional example of maleness. It was a delight to see.

Speaking of maleness, he was a grand example. Oh, he couldn’t operate a drill, pound nails or even type with all his fingers, but he was a man, through and through.

One of his female caretakers, Sylvia, was of Hispanic descent, and beautiful if you like the female form. Somehow, she didn’t know he and I were fucking around. With my cock buried in his ass and my tongue in his mouth, she burst into his room one day with an armful of clean clothes. She was paralized with one hand on the doorknob, and just stood there for like five seconds, before turning away and closing the door.

I was mortified. Lewis on the other hand, just laughed, saying, “She’d have to find out eventually.” A few days later he reported that everything was the same as usual with her, although she admitted happiness knowing that he was getting some sexual outlet.

I was still a hobbyist photographer. One day I brought my camera. I thought Lewis would enjoy seeing it. He asked whether there was film in it.

“It’s digital, silly.”

“I know, it’s just an expression. I mean, do you want to take some pictures?”

“Of what?”

“Of me. Didn’t you say you’d like to take pictures of naked men. Well, I’m naked.”

Why had it never occurred to take pictures of Lewis? Of course, what a great idea.

So I took a bunch of dignified pictures of him in his wheelchair – naked of course. I also took pictures of him on the sofa, curled up in his bed, and even some with a self-timer of us together. One showed me with an obvious erection. My god, even though he and I were having all the sex we could eat, I jerked off big-time that night to my own picture.

Little did I know he was going to post pictures of himself – none including me – online. He said something about a ‘wonderful photographer’ taking the pictures.

One day, he just came out with, “Do you remember when I first took your cock in my ass?”

“Certainly.”

“Did it seem easy to you?”

“I don’t get it.”

“I mean, you’d have expected to have to go really slowly with a virgin, right?”

What the fuck? What was he saying?

It took a couple of minutes during which Lewis seemed unusually shy. Then he told me the whole story. Unlike me, he has a father. I’ve met the guy. He seems really nice. He’s obviously loving to his son. I’ve met his mother also. Good people.

“When I was still with my parents, they expressed concern that I wouldn’t have a normal sex life. Ok, well I have to admit this. When I turned eighteen, they came to me one day and wanted to know to what degree I could function sexually. My own parents, by God! Of course I was shocked, but I trusted them. Over the course of weeks, we enbarked on a set of experiments to see what could be done. They both tried giving me handjobs, testicle massages, fingers in the butt, oral sex and so on. It ended up with my father butt-fucking me while my mother watched. I loved that, but it freaked them out, so it only happened once.

You might think I’d be mad at him for not telling me before, but after being shocked for a moment, then trying to imagine the scene of my dear Lewis getting butt-fucked by his father with his mother looking on, it made me very horny. I was more in love with Lewis than ever.

Time moved on. We considered legally marrying, but it seemed too problematic. However, for all intents and purposes, we were married.

One day the phone rang, not for Lewis, but for me. He handed me the phone. It seems a gay couple who had seen the pictures of Lewis that I had taken, and wanted me to photograph them. They owned an art gallery. It was to be their anniversary present to each other.

I asked if Lewis could watch the photoshoot, and they were delighted. Frankly, I was nervous. I had never actually done a truly professional photo shoot before. I had arranged a couple of stools in the seldom-used family room in the big house, had the men remove their clothes, and expected them to pose various ways on the stools. One of the guys was immediately erect. The other became erect a moment later. I took the pictures while Lewis not only watched, but clapped his crippled hands together in hooting, laughter and applause.

Not knowing anything about the actual busines of photography, I emailed the guys their photos, and charged them $100. Later I found out that as a celebrity photographer, I could have charged ten times as much.

Did I mention ‘celebrity’ photographer? Well, here’s what happened. They printed the photos, hung them in their gallery, and sold prints almost immediately. That in turn brought me more business to the point where Lewis and I bought the house next door and turned it into a studio. It’s been four years, and I have people flying in from all over the world to have their photos taken. You’ll note I said ‘people’ not ‘men.’ Whereas I prefer men, a number of lesbian women and hetero couples have me photograph them as well. I don’t mind.

One final detail: Two of Lewis’ former female caregivers had their pictures taken with clothes on, and have now embarked on their own careers as models.

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Caregiver

Sexual Caregiver
This is not my guy, but this gives you an idea

Orphans are not treated well in America. Until about age twelve I always believed the BS about being likely to be adopted. By sixteen, even though I was a cute girl with good manners, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. By eighteen, I was just itching to be released from the institution. That’s what I call it, because it wasn’t all that different than being in jail. Just finding a place to do something simple, like masturbating, is a challenge when you live with that many other kids.

On the other hand, I wasn’t looking forward to release at all, because what would I do? I knew for the first time in my life, I’d be so totally alone and I needed to support myself. With my lack of credentials there’s no way I’d get into college. I mean, I would have become a nurse if it had been possible.

The day came, and I still had no idea what to do. I was literally out in the street. No one had any suggestions, no one did anything for me. I found some cardboard behind a factory, and that’s where I slept, shivering in the cold, for nine days.

My only posession was my cracked-screen cell phone. I didn’t even have cell service. All I could do was go over to the library and use their wifi. I looked at Craigslist. What else was there? It was really quite hopeless. I had actually replied to a couple of ads, like for cleaning a house or loading a truck, but the people didn’t even have the decency to write back.

I had $87 when I left the institution. Now, I had $3. I was hoping to sell my phone. That might buy a couple of days worth of food.

I saw another ad on Craigslist. Some guy was wanting a live-in assistant. Well, that would be perfect, but I doubted he’d write back. No one else did.

He wrote back! I did my best to get cleaned up in the library bathroom, and went over there. It was 85 degrees out, and I walked the seven miles. I was a half-hour late and sweaty. I couldn’t believe it, just couldn’t believe it, when he gave me the job!

So this guy, Lewis, was in a wheelchair. What he wanted was someone to help him prepare and eat his meals, to help him with bathroom chores, getting in and out of bed, bathing, and that sort of thing. I could do that!

Now I figured he was some sort of creep. When you grow up in an orphanage and the occasional foster home, you come to believe that all men are creeps. But what choice did I have. I decided that no matter what he did, I’d treat him well. After all, he was willing to take me in and give me a job!

I didn’t lay out my whole situation to him. It would have been too embarrassing. But I think he had a general idea. Within 20 minutes of my arrival, he pointed me to his kitchen and said “Help yourself.”

I tried not to be a pig, but I was hungry. I did help myself! I didn’t even prepare anything. I was just that hungry. I grabbed some milk, an apple, and a slice of pie in his fridge and just ate like a maniac, meanwhile trying to hold on an intelligent conversation with him, as he rolled into the kitchen and watched me eat. Oddly, he seemed quite happy to see me eat.

He showed me to the bedroom that was to be mine. It was nothing special, but it was fine. He asked when I was going to bring the rest of my stuff over. I pointed to my backpack, and said, “It’s all in here.”

Days turned into weeks. We got on famously. Oh, at first it was kind of embarrassing, maybe even icky to take care of some of his needs. You don’t know gross, until you have to wipe another person’s butt. But I did it lovingly. Lou turned out to be a nice man.

He never came on to me. Not once! The closest he got was when I was bathing him a couple of times. His penis became erect, but neither of us said anything about it. I was frankly surprised that he could do that. I thought paralyzed people couldn’t have erections. It turns out there’s quite a variety of paralysis. Some people can’t use their hands at all. Lou had minimal hand function. Like, he could work his tablet once it was placed on his lap, but he couldn’t grab it off a table to put it on his own lap.

Weeks turned into months. A strange evolution happened. First, I was joining the human race. I felt like I was somebody, not just an unwanted orphan. I had joined a literary club on Wednesday afternoons. They accepted me as one of them. I had a degree of self-esteem for the first time in my life. Then too, Lou and I became fast friends. I mean, I’d rather sit at home and eat ice cream with him, just talking about whatever, than go out and party, or anything like that.

Another evolution was about bathing. Everytime I got him in the tub, I couldn’t help getting wet. Water would just splash on me and it was rather bothersome. One day, it felt OK to remove my shirt, just bathing him in my bra and shorts. He said nothing. I can’t explain it, but that charged me up. It made me kind of horny. Later, when I was alone in my room, I masturbated to a very nice orgasm somehow imagining myself being fully naked while bathing Lou. Crazy, eh?

Well, it happened. Within a few days, my shorts disappeared before bath time. I was just in my underpants and bra. Then, it just seemed natural to be topless, and finally bottomless. It wasn’t that weird, because of course Lou had always been naked during bath time. So this was just a sort of solidarity, right?

I didn’t really notice at first, but Lou was erect more often, and stayed hard longer during those baths.

I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me sooner. One day as I was frigging myself like crazy in my room, I suddenly realized, Lou must feel like me at times. He must get horny. But with his hands, I doubted he could do anything about it. Oh my god, I’ve been failing him!

The next time I bathed him, I did a little something more than just perfunctorily wiping the washcloth over his penis scrotum and anus area. I lingered on his very erect penis. He didn’t complain. Quite the opposite, he laid back with a very contented smile and moaned softly. I continued the attention and started stroking the cloth up and down along his erection. It took all of ten seconds for him to start spurting cum. I knew what it was because I had seen some of the boys at the orphanage showing off their ejaculations.

After he settled down, Lou was embarrassed, even ashamed. I did what I could to tell him that I was very happy for him. That all was well, in fact, probably better than ever. I also let him know in no uncertain terms this would not be the last time.

As soon as I got him dry and settled into his chair with his iPad where he could do his financial trading, I ran to my room, still stark naked, and just masturbated like a crazy woman.

The daily bathing ritual continued. Every day, I’d get us both naked, and get him really clean, inside and out. I didn’t need the washcloth as a shield between my hand and his cock any more. I stroked him directly. He didn’t cum in ten seconds any more. He could now hold it together for minutes. I can’t tell you how much, even without any reciprocation, that I enjoyed doing that for him.

The evolution continued. I found myself getting fully into the tub with him, and pressing his very erect penis between my boobs. And, in time, you guessed it. We had intercourse.

It didn’t stop there. I used to be totally uninterested in oral sex. It seemed cocks were somehow unclean, but since I was the one washing him, his seemed very clean to me. I sucked it with great satisfaction. When he licked my vagina for the first time, my clit was in absolute heaven. My whole body was in heaven. When he does that to me even to this day, I feel repeated orgasms in my whole body.

In time I became pregnant. We married. Today we have two beautiful daughters.

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Two Women Watch Me Jerk Off

By Spurtz

Two women watch me jerk off

I have mentioned parts of this story in the past but now I want to provide a bit more detail.

For a couple of years I had a very pleasant fuckbuddy relationship with a gal named Susan. No real pressure. We were both just in it for the sex. I don’t recall ever actually going out on a date although we did take a four-day trip to Aspen together and also a trip to Cabo San Lucas in Mexico. Normally she would just drive to my place and we would fuck.

I originally met her through the woman who was my wife at the time although we never got together until after my wife and I split. She was a hairdresser and cut my hair every few weeks. The first time that sex was on the table, although nothing actually happened, I jokingly said something about trimming my pubes and she said OK. So I went to her salon after hours and got a haircut both above and below. Although she handled my junk while trimming down there and I got a semi, that was as far as it went.

Then I moved about an hour away and told her I would pay her drive time if she would come to my place and give me my haircut. And a pube trim as well. The first time she came, it ended up being late she opted to spend the night. Obviously sex was on the table and for some fucking reason, I couldn’t get it up. She tried everything to no avail. I didn’t get much sleep that night lying next to her (she had a great body) knowing that all that pussy was there for the taking and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Well I woke up with morning wood and immediately put my dick to work. Before she left I had fucked her twice, she blew me once, and jacked me off once. Every time we were together over the next couple of years, it was instant hard-on.

I would only see her a couple of times a month and her visits usually lasted all day. We always started off with a haircut and pube trim. I would get totally naked and by the time she finished I would be sporting a major erection. She got off on seeing me spurt so the first action of the day would be me jacking off while she watched or sometimes she would do the jacking. Plenty of other sex would follow.

Knowing ahead of time when she was coming, I got in the habit of doing some major edging. The night before I would edge for a good hour and then another hour the morning before she arrived. So by the time I jacked off for her, I could produce some world class ejaculations. She actually measured my cumshot at just an inch or so short of five feet.

One day I was all primed for her arrival and to my huge disappointment she showed up with a friend of hers named Linda. I had met this woman once before but only very briefly. She was a nice-looking woman probably in her mid-thirties, same as Susan. To put things in perspective, I was about twenty years older.

Susan normally cut my hair in my kitchen because it had an all marble floor which made for easy cum cleanup. I positioned a chair in the middle of the floor. Linda sat in a built-in kitchen booth that was located over my left shoulder when I sat in the chair.

I whispered to Susan something about not getting a pube trim this time and she replied that Linda had seen a dick before. So I assumed that Susan had planned the whole thing so her friend could see my cumshot show. But when I dropped my pants and my dick flopped out, it was obvious from the look on Linda’s face that it was a total surprise. I figured what the hell and kept on going.

Once undressed, although I did keep a T-shirt on, I sat down and Susan went to work. Between trimmings she would jerk my dick a bit trying to make me hard. Linda really couldn’t see anything because she was sitting behind me. But once Susan finished she said she was going outside for a smoke.

I wasn’t sure what to do. The normal thing would have been to stand up and get dressed. But in the back of my mind, I was hoping that Susan would come back and have me put on a show. So I sat there. But with Linda sitting behind me it was a bit difficult to carry on a conversation so she got up and came around in front of me and leaned against the counter. She was only a foot or two away from me.

As we carried on a conversation the whole thing seemed really odd. Here was a fully-clad woman who I barely knew standing right in front of me with me sitting there with my cock and balls on full display. I really wanted to get hard. I thought if I could just will myself into a hard-on it wouldn’t be as blatant as grabbing my dick and start jerking off. Bult try as I might, I couldn’t do it.

I had leaned one thing about Linda from Susan. Linda’s boyfriend needed to use Caverject in order to get hard. This is where a medication is injected directly into the penis in order to get an erection.

I figured she might enjoy seeing a dick go from soft to hard without using a needle. So I said “Fuck it” and started stroking my dick while we continued to carry on a normal conversation. I grabbed my nuts with my other hand. My dick was already slightly plump form Susan’s handling of it so it really didn’t take much to get fully hard.

Linda wasn’t the slightest bit surprised or put off with me jerking my dick in front of her. In fact it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Finally I said, “Would you like to see me cum?”

“Susan told me about your cumshots but I had no idea I would actually see one. So yes, definitely, I want to see you shoot.”

About that time Susan returned from her smoke and joined Linda at the counter. “I see you’ve started without me,” she commented.

So I am stroking away, totally in the moment with two good looking women watching me intently, which just added to the enjoyment of me jacking off.

It didn’t take long and I started bucking my hips as my hand flew up and down my cock. Then the first blast of cum shot out quickly followed by several more. I usually have three or four pretty decent spurts followed by about an equal number of weaker ones. The whole time the cum was flying the girls were squealing and clapping their hands.

I kept pumping away even after it was really over because it just felt so damn good. Finally the last vestiges of semen drooled out of the dick and I continued to milk it getting every last drop. The girls were jabbering about my massive ejaculation but I was in sort of a daze and didn’t really pay that much attention.

Finally Linda complimented me on what she said was the best and biggest cumshot she had ever seen..

Susan and I got some paper towels and mopped up the mess. Susan is a freak for champagne. Me, not so much, but I always kept a couple of bottles in the fridge mainly for her. She suggested we pop one open and celebrate my cumshot. So we did. I didn’t bother to put my pants back on and after opening the champagne the three of us sat down in the breakfast booth and drank a few glasses. Linda sat next to me while Susan was across from us.

As the girls laughed and joked about what had just gone down, Linda slid a hand over my thigh and wrapped her hand around my still half-hard dick. ”Nice cock…” she said.

Linda was quite animated about what she had just witnessed. She commented that with most of the ejaculations she had seen that the semen mostly just oozed out. She’d had one boyfriend who tended to spurt when he was really horny but even then she said it shot out maybe a foot. She had no idea it was even possible to spurt four or five feet like I had. Of course Susan had seen me do it many times so it was no big deal for her. Susan confessed that she had told Linda about my ejaculations but really hadn’t expected it to happen on this visit but was glad Linda got to see it.

I was actually up for another round but they had to be somewhere. But they promised that they would be back for more action in the future. Unfortunately, that never happened. Shortly after that Susan moved to Arizona to be close to her mother and I got into a hot and heavy relationship that quickly led to marriage.

Two women watch me jerk off

Two women watch me jerk off

Two women watch me jerk off

These pictures are of Susan, the actual woman in the story.

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Too Playful at the Nude Beach

I suggested we all go to the nude beach. I didn’t really think they’d say ‘yes.’ But I should have known. As many of you married guys know, when you marry, you get the whole family.

Now, Mae’s family has always been fun-loving. Take their names for instance. My wife, who is 26 years old, is Mae. Her sister, younger by four years, is June.

Their Mom, Sue, is 47. Sue is still a great looking woman. Her dark blond hair has a few streaks of gray in it, which makes her look dignified in my opinion. She is an all-natural, all-organic person, as is Mae, so she won’t dye her hair. Sue might be considered a bit heavy, but I call her curvy.

My wife Mae might be almost heavy, too, but being short, it looks good on her. She, too, has darker blond hair. No gray streaks, of course. Her breasts are big and full, and quite firm. I can never get enough of gently squeezing them, which she calls a ‘massage’ and we can do just that for hours.

Her sister June looks different. If they didn’t have the same mouth and nose, you’d think she was adopted. June, is skinny, with a bit darker skin, and dark brunette hair. She is only around 5′ 2″ also, like the rest of her family.

So, we went to the nude beach. Now, you may know that not all nude beaches are the same. Some are quite open in what’s allowed, others are conservative. There are no signs saying ‘no sexual activity,’ but at our beach, that’s pretty much understood. There are some almost militant people there who feel that they have to protect the beach from a political change in wind, which could close it to public nudity. Those people will act like Karens if something happens of which they do not approve.

So, it was a warm, early afternoon, the tide was low, everything was perfect. I was looking forward to seeing June naked. Now, I really appreciate my wife, but I have to say, June sexually excites me – from a distance. We’d never act on it, of course.

We spread a big blanket 50 feet from the nearest other nudists and about 30 feet from a young non-nude family. 50 feet in the other direction was a pair of nude elderly men. I’m guessing they were a gay couple. The people around us were doing the usual things. Drinking sodas, reading books, just laying around and talking.

I was a bit reluctant to strip in front of June, and especially Sue. Evidently, they were reluctant to strip in front of me, too. It took Mae to break the ice. She took off her bikini as casually as if she were in our own bedroom. Fortunately, Sue followed her lead. I was kind of afraid that no one would strip naked.

That happened to me once at a nude beach. I took off my stuff, and my companions kept their shorts on the whole time. I felt, well, naked! Vulnerable. But now Mae and Sue were stripping, and all was well.

Sue’s breasts are kind of flat and sag down a bit, but I’m not complaining. She’s still quite a looker, and always joking around, which makes her great in my book! The hair on her pussy was neatly trimmed and a bit darker than the hair on her head. She had underarm hair, and a thin coating of hair on her legs, which surprised me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an all-natural woman. Now Mae may be organic and all, but she does shave. Even her pussy.

June took off her bikini. I was delighted. She is beautiful, like a super-model. Like Mae, she shaves everything. The only critique might be that her boobs are somewhat small with pointy little tiny nipples, but I’m not complaining. Mae’s nipples are not much darker than her natural skin, but big around. Same with Sue.

I was so excited by seeing the women, that i forgot to pull down my shorts. They started teasing me about that, especially June. So, with a bit of trepidation, I put my thumbs in my waistband, and pulled down, and stepped out of my shorts and underpants.

The women all started tittering. They seemed to like what they saw – an average size guy with an average size set of equipment. I shave down there, which Mae loves, but the other two knew nothing about that. Most men don’t shave, and so the other two were somewhat surprised. June instinctively reached out to touch my smooth scrotum.

Before she could quite reach it, Mae laughingly yelled, “Hey, don’t you dare touch my husband.”

June replied with “Or what?”

Mae said, “Or I’ll.. I’ll…” She was stuck without a plan. Then, evidently without thinking it through, she shocked us all by saying, “I’ll stick my sandy finger in your ass.”

June reached out with both hands, and cupped my balls. Mae playfully attacked her, and the next thing you know, they were both rolling around wrestling in the sand. Mae actually tried to carry out her threat. A couple of times, she almost reached her index finger into June’s crack. Then she did. June stopped dead in her tracks, while Mae slowly, carefully pressed in a bit. After a few seconds, Mae pulled her finger out, put it in her mouth, coating it with saliva, and then resumed her work, pushing her finger fully into June’s ass, while Sue cheered them on.

I must say, as fun-loving as that family is, I didn’t see that coming! It seemed to me this isn’t the first time, they’ve all played naked. I wondered whether John, the girls’ father, and Jason, their brother have played with them. I’ll have to come up with some way to invite them all to the beach on a day when the guys aren’t running the shop.

Seeing people stick fingers in asses has always been a big turn-on for me, and Mae must have known that. For now, my dick was starting to grow. I was concerned to be seen in that condition on the beach. To my horror, Sue saw me with my half-erection, and she casually reached out, and lightly pinched the tip. That’s all it took for me to go to full-mast.

The sisters stopped wrestling and watched, as Sue started non-chalantly stroking my penis. I laid back in the sand on my elbows with my back arched. My emotions went from horrified from having an erection in front of everyone to absolutely enjoying Sue’s attention. Mae and June egged her on. “Mom, that’s great. Go for it!”

In literally thirty seconds, I was spurting sperm all over Sue’s hand. A few minutes later, we were all playing Frisbee as if nothing unusual had happened. Perhaps for that family, it wasn’t all that unusual. I must tell you, I am absolutely delighted with my wife, and the family that came along in the bargain.

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Nude Bowling

by Spurtz


I’m Jack, part of a group of eight people who race at competitive running events nearly every weekend and also bowl together on a regular basis. Jill and Kevin are married, Monica and Sue are single, and Joe, Allen, Mike, and I are also single. For whatever reason, neither Monica or Sue have ever actually dated any of the guys. Lots of hanging out together but always in a group.

Allen and Mike also were pickleball fans and played regularly. We were all together in a café after a successful run. This was in central Florida where there are many competitive runs over a wide number of suitable trails.

The subject of conversation was pickleball and Mike commented that nude pickleball was the latest sensation. And that while all of the courts were located at naturist facilities (better known as nudist resorts to the clueless) six of them were right here in Florida and one was in Kissimmee, just a short drive away.

Mike said, “Allen and I have been kicking around the idea of giving it a go. But we are bit hesitant because not being regular naturists, we might be resented as “outsiders.”

“So,” Kevin said, “you have no trouble playing a nude sport with people you know?”

“Of course not,” replied Mike. “As long as everybody is on the same page and ok with nudity, what’s the big deal?”

Kevin shot back, “So then you would have no problem with us all getting together for nude bowling?”

“Where is there nude bowling?” Allen wanted to know.

“I suspect it could be at our local bowling alley if the proper palms were greased,” replied Kevin.

Let me tell you about Kevin. He’s a bond trader and literally makes millions of dollars every year. But you would never know it. He drives a restored ‘60’s era muscle car and jeans and a t-shirt would be “dressed up” for him. He works out of his home which, admittedly, is somewhat upscale and located right on the beach with a 40-foot Cigarette boat tied up out back.

“Let me talk to Claudia, the bowling alley manager and see if a private session can be arranged. That’s assuming everybody in our group is on board?”

Surprisingly everybody enthusiastically raised their hands and all said they were in. Kevin looked at me. “Jack, you seemed a bit hesitant in raising your hand. Do you have a problem getting naked for bowling”

“Can I be candid? I’m telling you up front that in a naked group I probably won’t be able to keep from getting an erection,” I replied.

Jill laughed. “Don’t worry about your little winky sticking out. I doubt anybody will notice.” Everybody laughed and echoed her sentiment.

“OK,” I shot back. “Consider yourselves warned.”

After slipping Claudia a thousand bucks, she arranged to open the alley one morning, just before lunch. On that day the alley didn’t open until four pm. She sat up some folding tables and we had a catering company bring in a nice lunch spread. She also rounded up some folding screens and blocked off one end of the alley. There were other employees there who knew what was going on but Claudia felt they didn’t have to see it. There had to be somebody there to service the pin setting equipment in case anything jammed up while we were bowling. This did happen from time to time.

Once we were all there, no time was lost getting undressed. Claudia had some extra folding tables where we could store our clothes. We still had to wear our bowling shoes.

“Omigod!” exclaimed Jill when I dropped my pants. “That’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. How big is it? The rest of the group also had their eyes glued to my cock.

“Six inches soft, and about eight and a half hard, as you will soon see.” I could feel my dick start to thicken. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Within thirty or forty seconds my dick was like a bar of steel, sticking straight out from my body. No more pointing to the sky like it did as a teen. Probably too big and too heavy to do that anymore. But still, a major object of everyone’s rapt attention.

“Hey, let’s eat,” I said. Trying to divert the attention away from my dick.

Claudia had draped the tables with cloth coverings. As I leaned forward to access the food, the table height was exactly right for my dick to slide onto the cloth covering. As I moved down the table to sample all the goodies, the frenulum of my prick was sliding long the rough cloth.

Sue was closely watching my cock slide along the cloth. “Hmmm,” she said, “I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?”

I looked down at my ever-hardening prick that was also starting to get more coloring in it. “You caught me. It feels damn good.”

She laughed. “I hope you aren’t about to shoot a load all over our food.”

I winked at her. “Maybe later.”

As we sat around eating our food, now my dick was sticking straight up. The head was quite dark in color and looked like it was about to burst. Jill leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Does that thing ever go down?”

“Eventually,” I replied. “But for some reason, once it gets hard, it could take several hours to go soft. Oddly enough, even after I cum it stays hard.” I lowered my voice even more. “I’ve had sessions where I’ve had as many as three orgasms and never lost my erection.”

“Was that with a partner or jacking off?” she asked. “Both,” I replied.

“What are you two whispering about?” Sue wanted to know.

In a normal speaking voice where everybody could hear, Jill said, “Jack was just telling me how his big ol’ cock stays hard for hours….even after cumming several times.”

Kevin, Jill’s husband, laughed and said, “Sounds like your kind of guy.”

“For sure,” replied Jill. “I don’t know if I could get it to go soft but I’d like to give it the old college try.”

“Hey guys,” interjected Mike, as we finished eating, “let’s get to the bowling before this party goes totally off the rails with all this dick talk.” I noticed his own dick had thickened. As the other guys stood up, everybody looked to be aroused. Not fully hard, but hard enough to see that the smallest cock in our group was probably at least six inches. And all the guys had very attractive pricks on display. And the three girls, all great athletes, had very toned bodies with great racks. I noticed a trickle of something liquid on Jill’s thigh and figured she was already juicing from our little conversation. It was obvious from Kevin’s comments that he was ok with her admiring my cock.

Once we started bowling the cock conversation dropped off but my prick stayed just as hard as before. That was partially due to my bowling form. Some bowlers take two steps before throwing the ball, some take three, and a few take four. I take four. And each time I took a step my cock would slap against one thigh and then the other as I strode forward. The sensation of my dick swinging from side to side and making contact with my thigh right on the frenulum definitely kept me hard.

The longer we bowled, the more excited I became. I tried to hide it but everybody knew my dick was getting a workout. By the third game I was super aroused. And when my turn came to bowl the 10th frame I knew I might be in trouble. Normally I would throw one ball per frame if I got a strike or two balls to get a spare, or sometimes an open frame. But in the tenth there is the opportunity to throw the ball three times right in succession. That would give my penis a major workout slapping from thigh to thigh. The first ball was a strike. The second ball was another strike. As I prepared to throw the third ball, I knew my arousal was way beyond where it should be.

I did my usual four step run-up and just as I released the ball, I felt my ejaculation coming. I didn’t want to stand at the foul line and shoot a load down onto the lane so I quickly turned around, now facing seven people who somehow knew what was about to happen. And despite the fact that I really did not want to spurt my cum for everyone to see, that’s exactly what happened. Without touching my cock, a stream of semen jutted from the tip. Some of my group were standing about four feet away. That first jet splattered about half way between us. I knew the second was usually the most powerful and sure enough it landed just inches from Monica’s shoes. My dick kept spurting and at that point I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and pumped it as hard and as fast as possible. Semen continued to spurt in stream after stream filling the distance between me and the rest of group with long patterns of cum on the wood floor.

Finally my orgasm subsided. I still milked my dick to finish getting all the semen out. A thin stream drooled from the tip of my cock to the floor. I stood there, guilty as hell. I really felt horrible blowing my load right there in public in front of all my very best friends. But looking at their faces it was obvious nobody was that put out about it. In fact, they all looked quite happy. Especially the other four guys whose dicks looked very happy.

Monica rushed over to me with a box of tissues and the two of us got down on our knees and mopped up the jism. Then we all sat down and Jill kind of took charge. “OK, gang, it looks like we have some more erect cocks that need servicing. I don’t think we can risk out-and-out sex here in the bowling alley, but I do feel handjobs are in order. I’ll take care of Kevin. Look how hard his dick is. Mike, we all know you are gay although you think you are firmly in the closet, and I know Allen is bi as he has stated that in the past. Why don’t you two guys jack each other off? The two guys grinned in anticipation.

“That leaves two hard pricks unattended. Sue, can you masturbate Joe’s nice hard-on and Monica, I can tell you are obsessed with Jack’s big prick. He claims he’s good for multiple ejaculations in a row so here’s his chance to prove it.”

Everybody thought Jill’s suggestions were right on target and everybody got busy. Hands were flying up and down multiple erect pricks. Joe was the first to cum as Sue actually finished him off in her mouth. Despite the major ejaculation I just experienced, Monica’s skillful handjob talents had me spurting a load next. The two guys were able to achieve simultaneous eruptions and Jill brought Kevin off to an impressive cumshot.

After all the guys had cum, we all sat there attempting to recover. All the limp dicks rested on their thighs and drooled a bit of semen. My dick was still rock fucking hard.

“Think you can cum again, big boy?” Jill teased. “No problem,” I countered. So Jill grabbed my dick and started jacking me off. And as advertised, I was soon shooting my third load of the day.

“What the hell,” Sue said. “I’m not about to miss my chance at that monster cock. Let’s see if I can coax a fourth load of jism out of that thing.” With that, Sue grabbed my dick and instead of finishing me off in her mouth like she did with Joe, she immediately engulfed the head of my prick with her mouth and furiously started sucking. She gave me the best blowjob of my life and in an amazingly short time, my fourth cumload of the day was squirting down her throat as she eagerly swallowed every drop.

As we all then sat around reflecting on what just happened, I brought up the subject of the lack of orgasms for the girls. Jill immediately responded. “Only answering for myself, I actually had three orgasms. One came just from watching all the hard dicks cumming and two were from rubbing my clit while jacking off first Kevin and then Jack.”

“Same here,” echoed both Sue and Monica. They both had masturbated themselves to orgasm while everybody was watching the guys getting jerked off.

As we cleaned up the last of the food mess and any stray cum splatters, we then all got dressed. Jill came over to me and quietly said, “Kevin and I would like to invite you over to our place for drinks one night this week.” I eagerly accepted as I knew full well what they had in mind. One surprise that I had in store for them was that I was secretly bi. I was looking forward to seeing Kevin’s facial expression as his erect cock disappeared down my throat.

That was pretty much the end of our first nude bowling outing. More followed and each one got more uninhibited. Before it was over, every guy, except Mike, had fucked every one of the girls, and every guy had sucked Mike’s dick. As all of the guys discovered they had no problem with some bi tendencies, everybody’s dick got sucked by both all the guys and all the girls. Kevin had no problem with his wife Jill fucking and sucking anybody she wanted as long as he was in attendance.

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