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As we all know, masturbation is a great way to relieve stress. And it feels really good. I got to thinking about all the various places I’ve masturbated and thought it was worth reviewing. Maybe bring back some good memories to my readers.

Unfortunately I really can’t remember my very early days of masturbation. At least not the specifics. My guess is that it mostly took place in bed or on the toilet. The toilet would have been preferable due to no mess to clean up and the ability to lock the door. Locking my bedroom door would have raised questions I wouldn’t want to answer.

But jerking off on the toilet had a downside. I had to push my hard cock down at an unnatural angle to shoot my cum into the bowl. And to me, that detracted somewhat from the orgasm. Cumming always feels much better to me when my cock is pointing up. More on that later.

Jacking off in bed was more satisfying although it required clean-up and if I wasn’t careful, the clean-up could involve more than just wiping semen off of my stomach and chest.

Growing up as a pre-teen we lived on a 70-acre tract and as the only boy in the family and no other kids living close by, I spent a lot of time roaming the woods behind my house by myself. Many of those hikes included taking my cock out and jacking off in the woods and watching my cum spurt onto the ground or nearby bushes.

Like all teens in high school, my dick was hard almost all the time in class. I had a couple of pairs of pants that had a hole in the right pocket. I would manage to get my cockhead through that hole and sit in class with my hand in my pocket and massage the head of my prick. One time I went too far and ended up with a load of cum in my pocket. Fortunately it didn’t bleed through the cloth and I managed to do a half-assed clean-up in the boy’s room.

Lots of masturbation occurred when I was fully dressed. If I found myself alone but worried that I might get caught, I would just unzip my pants, take my dick out, and start pounding away. Depending upon where this was taking place, I had to be conscious of where the cum would go. Sometimes into a wad of Kleenex or toilet paper and sometimes just wherever I could shoot it. The biggest concern was getting it on my clothes where my mother might see it when she washed my clothes. That did happen often enough that I’m sure she did see it but she never said anything.

By the time I was 15, while still jacking off every chance I could find, I had also discovered girls. But my sole interest back then was fucking them. Like an idiot, if I was rebuffed, I never even considered the fallback position of a handjob. Dumbass me. So most of my jackoffs were by my own hand and not that of a partner.

As I got older and had more partners, masturbation by a female partner became a part of my regular sexual activity. Lots of variations on the theme occurred. My second wife and I enjoyed the use of an outdoor hot tub. I would put my dick in front of one of the jets and she would do the same with her clit. When I reached the point of no return, I would stand up and she would jump up and jack me off onto the grass around the hot tub. I did not want to ejaculate into the water for obvious reasons. She would let the water jet finish her off.

Another thing she came up with out of the blue, was she managed to get her tongue in my asshole while jacking me off. This was the first time I begin to suspect that she was learning these tricks from another partner. This was before the internet so she didn’t pick it up there. If I had asked her, she likely would have told me that one of her girlfriends told her about it. Possibly that was true.

Another new trick she sprung on me was lubing up my dick with Vaseline. Despite me being in my 30’s, it had never occurred to me to do that. I figured she might have learned that from whoever was fucking her besides me.

While married to my second wife, we lived on a one acre lot that was heavily landscaped. Tons of yardwork was required which I really enjoyed doing. My favorite dress for yardwork was a t-shirt and some cutoff jeans. With no underwear. The jeans were cut quite short and while working in the yard, my cock would manage to work its way down one leg with the head exposed. That would lead to me rubbing the head and getting a full hard-on. Once I was hard, jerking off was the logical next step. I remember the many times I would get my dick out right in my yard and jack off onto the grass. The heavy landscaping kept me from being seen by any neighbors or passers-by. This literally occurred every time I worked in the yard. There was something taboo about it that made it super sexy.

One girl I dated for a while liked to play with my dick while we were driving in the car. The problem with it was a couple of times she went too far and I couldn’t hold back cumming. At the time you don’t give a shit about where the cum is going to go but afterwards, when there’s jism splattered all over your clothes, it becomes a real problem. She always thought it was hilariously funny for me to be covered in cum.

For a couple of years between marriages I had a fuckbuddy who was great fun. Nothing was taboo and she loved to jack me off. She was a hairdresser and would come to my house to cut my hair. When I knew she was coming I would edge for several hours ahead of time so I was primed by the time she got there. I would strip and sit in a chair in my kitchen and she would cut my hair. When she finished I would jack off while she watched. The goal was to see how far I could shoot. She actually got down with a tape measure and measured off a couple of inches short of five feet. On a second similar try I thought I had exceeded that number but another measurement was basically the same. After I came, we would jump in the shower together and by the time we got out, I was primed for more sex which would entail blowjobs and fucking.

One other time we both sitting naked on my balcony. She jacked me off and I shot over the balcony railings. I was on the third floor. I looked down and the first floor condo had a patio and there on the patio was a table with several blobs of semen splattered on it. Luckily nothing ever came of it.

The two of us were in San Jose Del Cabo at the tip of Baja. We had a late dinner and then walked the totally deserted main street of the town. I had to pee really bad and she encouraged me to do it in a doorway. I said I would if she would hold my cock for me. She did and when I finished peeing she started jerking me off and kept it up until I shot a load onto the sidewalk. This was right in the middle of town but it was midnight and we were pretty much on our own.

Then my third wife loved to play with my dick. But she had a thing about not wasting my cum. I had to finish off either down her throat or in her pussy. That was a bit of a setback for me because I’ve always got off on seeing the semen spurt out of my dick. That’s a sight I dearly love. Plenty of women get off on a good cumshot, but not my wife.

So she would give me a great handjob but once I got close, I had to finish off down her throat. Don’t get me wrong. Those were some fabulous orgasms as she sucked the cum out of my dick.

Later in life between marriage number two and three, I got involved with some M2M sessions. Some mutual jackoffs with another guy. Then I promoted several circle jerks with anywhere from four to six guys total. Lots of great jacking off and cum spurting. Even had my then girlfriend join one of the circle jerks and she jerked off all four of us to spurting orgasms. Great fun. One of the circle jerk guys brought his cute girlfriend to a threesome with me. No fucking but she jerked us both off. I loved it when she took some tissues and wiped my dick and chest clean of cum. Very, very hot. I’ve never really understood my reasoning, but getting all the cum cleaned up by my partner is very erotic to me. Holding my dick and wiping the still engorged dripping head clean of cum is the best. Love it.

In recent years with the advent of the internet and endless porn available, most of my jacking takes place in front of the computer in my home office. My office chair sits on one of those large plastic mats and I can just spurt my load right onto the mat for easy cleanup. Again, cock angle has a lot to do with the degree of pleasure achieved through orgasm. If I remain sitting, I have to push my dick down in order to easily shoot onto the plastic mat. So I usually stand up and just bend over. But the process of going from sitting to standing while whacking away, somehow lessens the intensity of the orgasm. The solution is to remain sitting and just not aim my dick at the floor. Unfortunately, the result of that is cum shooting all over my chest and lap. Sometimes I’m in the nude so it would be reasonably OK to do that but most of the time I’m clothed with just my pants pulled down and the result would be sticky semen all over everything.

It’s been years since I’ve jacked off in bed. Occasionally, I will be sitting out on my back patio and get the urge to cum. So I go ahead and jack off and then shoot onto the adjacent plot of grass. I’ve been single for quite some time now, so I can jack off very frequently with no concern of being interrupted. Although I do think one of the gardening crew might have caught a glimpse of me jacking my dick one time. Years ago, in a different house in a different town, the gardening crew was a man and his wife. She clearly saw me jacking off one time and even after I was aware that she saw me, she continued to watch until I shot my load. I was too close to even think about stopping. Then she turned away and went back to work.

Even at a fairly advanced age, I usually jack off twice a day. Sometimes more

Happy jacking, fellow masturbators.

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The Handy Squad

Fiction by Spurtz

Jill, Charli, and Amanda were three teen high school girls. They had been close friends since grade school. They all lived in the same neighborhood. They shared all their secrets with each other and it soon became obvious that all three had an unusual interest in cocks. Sure, they had seen plenty of photos and videos on line but all three agreed that was nothing compared to actually touching and feeling a hard dick.

All three had some minor experience with cocks. Jill had a regular boyfriend and every time they were necking and making out, he would put her hand on his hard dick through his pants. He was too shy to take it out and she was equally too shy to ask him to show it.

Charli had gone with a date to a notorious lover’s lane where many high schoolers parked to make out. After much kissing and hugging, her date got one of her tits freed and was sucking on it. He unzipped his pants and was in the process of freeing his hard-on when Charli noticed two guys shining a flashlight in an adjacent car. She told her date and they both frantically tried to get decent. Her date had just zipped up his pants when two cops appeared at the side window shining a flashlight in the open window. “Time to go home, kids,” the cop told them.

That event scared them both so badly that no further attempt at sex took place.

Amanda made it a bit farther along with her date. He got his cock out and placed her hand on it. After just a few furtive movements of her hand, he ejaculated several spurts of cum all over his pants and shirt. Some got on her hand. She had heard that teen boys could be quick on the trigger but this was ridiculous. The boy was mortified and nothing was ever attempted again.

The three girls shared these stories. Jill and Charli wanted to know what Amanda’s date’s cock looked like but she said it was so dark she couldn’t really tell. This started what became almost an obsession with the three teens to have some actual contact with an erect cock. They endlessly talked about schemes to achieve contact with hard cocks but all the various ideas were discarded as either unrealistic or had the potential to have them branded as sluts at school.

Finally, Jill came up with a unique idea. She had a part time summer job at a local AARP office. Plus she was super handy with a computer. She tapped in to the AARP member database and got the names, addresses, and phone numbers of all members between the ages of 60 and 70 who lived in their ZIP code and were single or divorced. She came up with nearly 50 names. Jill proposed that they approach these older men and propose to give them a free handjob. Jill said this could almost be viewed as a public service as chances were that the only sex they were getting was with their own hand.

“But,” Charli objected, “who wants to play with some shriveled up old dick?”

“I’ve done some reading up on it,” responded Jill, “and what I’ve learned is that as a guy ages there is almost no change in his dick. It looks basically the same at 60 as it did at 15. Just bigger. And bigger is always better.”

“But some of these old guys are going to be fat and gross,” said Amanda. “I don’t want to be jerking off some old fat guy.”

Jill had an answer for that. “If we go to the dude’s door and he turns out to be fat and gross or too ugly, we just tell him we are collecting donations for the Girl Scouts. He’ll probably turn us down and we just leave.”

After much more discussion the three decided to give it a try.

The girls chose to wear their school uniforms. The uniforms were plaid skirts, which were surprisingly short, white blouses with a little red ribbon at the neck, knee-high white socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. The girls thought this was a good idea as the outfits made them look about 13 or 14 and they figured that would get the old guys to get a hard-on that much quicker. They decided to call themselves “The Handy Squad.”

They went over the addresses they had and crossed out any that were in a poor neighborhood. They figured it was best to limit themselves to upper middle class or upper class addresses. They elected to start with addresses that were within walking distance or a convenient bus ride. Nothing too close to home. They thought that some of the men might be interested in a return visit so they set up an anonymous email address where they could be contacted. The first visit would be free but return visits would be $100. They also decided that any man they contacted would have to agree to a quick shower before they gave him their treatment. If they were going to play with a guy’s cock, they wanted that to be a nice clean cock.

When they headed out to their first address, they all admitted to being scared and nervous. They weren’t concerned about being attacked or raped as they figured with three of them, there was safety in numbers. But what they were doing was pretty bold stuff for three 17-year old teens.

They arrived at a very nice upscale home and rang the doorbell. They were all relieved to see the door answered by a nice looking older man who was casually dressed in nice clothes. Jill had been selected as the spokesperson for the group. They had agreed that if any of the girls objected to the guy, they would give a quick little shake of their head before Jill said anything. Jill looked at both of her mates and they were both smiling.

“Hi,” Jill said, “we are the Handy Squad and are providing free handy’s to older gentlemen like yourself as a public service.”

“Free is usually good,” the man replied, “but I’m afraid I don’t know what a handy is. Can you be more specific?” Jill was a bit taken aback with this response. “Well, it’s a handjob. That’s all,” she said.

“You young girls are offering handjobs?” the guy replied with shock on his face. “I could go to jail having sex with girls as young as you.”

“We’re in Pennsylvania and the legal age of consent is 16. We are all 17 so there is no problem. We all have I.D. cards with our photo and age that we can show you but we will have to cover up our names and addresses for obvious reasons.”

“Well, if you say you are 17, I believe you, but you sure look younger than that. OK, what’s the catch? How much are you charging?”

“No charge. Our only requirement is that you take a shower before we start,” responded Charli.

“Well, hell, let’s get started. Come on in. Get yourself a soft drink out of the fridge while I take that shower”

Ten minutes later he called out that he was ready and waiting in the bedroom. The girls looked at each other. If they were going to back out, now was the time. They smiled and Amanda said “Let’s go upstairs.”

When they got to the bedroom Mr. Johnson was standing there in the nude. His penis was jutting out, already about half hard, probably in anticipation of what was coming. The girls had decided beforehand that part of their routine was to complement the men on their cocks. They begin by telling him what a nice penis he had and how much they were looking forward to jacking him off. The girls told him that this was all new to them and they needed his instructions on things they could do to his cock that made him feel good. They had him lay back on the bed and Jill explained what was going to happen.

“I’m going to be the first to jack your cock. Then Charli is going to take over and Amanda will finish you off. Each of us will take about ten minutes stroking your penis. So the total treatment will last about 30 minutes. Any time you think you might be about to cum, you must say something and we will back off. You have to make it last until Amanda finishes you off. This is important. While we are working you over we want your instructions on what we can do to make it feel better. Please be patient with us as you are the first man we have ever masturbated and we want it to be great for you. After you’ve cum, we will clean you up and take several minutes to make sure your cock is nice and clean. Charli has a packet of washcloths we brought along specifically for clean-up purposes. We feel a thorough clean-up is important rather than walking off and leaving you covered in cum.”

“Are you girls going to get undressed?” he wanted to know. “No,” replied Jill, “this isn’t about us. It’s all about your hard cock. You’ve probably never had three cute teens jack you off before and we want this to be the best handy you’ve ever had.”

With that, Jill climbed onto the bed and got between his legs. Finally, she thought, my first real penis and it’s a nice one. She estimated it was maybe six and a half inches long and fairly thick. He was circumcised and had a very attractive cockhead that had a nice purple color. She really wasn’t expecting an old guy to have such a rock hard prick but of course she had no basis for comparison. She had felt her boyfriend’s dick through his pants but she didn’t think it ever felt this hard. She had seen numerous handjobs given on the internet so she roughly knew what to do. She lightly gripped his nuts with her left hand and started jacking his rock hard cock with the other. Over the thirty minutes that the three teens stroked the man’s cock he had given them a number of instructions. One was placing the palm of their hand on the tip of his dick and rubbing it back and forth in a circular motion. Another was steepling their fingers and sliding them down over his cock head which stimulated the coronal ridge, a very sensitive area. And of course he showed them how to pay special attention the frenulum area, even explaining that an ejaculation could be coaxed out just by rubbing that area.

When it was Charli’s turn she was thrilled. She had had many fantasies imagining what it would be like to actually have a nice erect dick in her hands and it was even more exciting than she had dreamed. She couldn’t take her eyes off of that throbbing cock. It was like the guy didn’t even exist, just his dick. He had to stop her a couple of times because he was on the verge of cumming. But even when she had to stop jerking him off, she couldn’t let go of that wonderful cock. She was hooked on dicks for sure.

Then Amanda moved into position and took over. Charli hated to let go of Mr. Johnson’s cock but it was Amanda’s turn. The girls had decided that they would take turns being last as they moved on to other men, so that all three would get to experience actually bringing on the ejaculation. Amanda pumped away really enjoying watching the bulbous red head of his cock disappear and then reappear out of her fist. She knew he was close as his body started jerking in little convulsions. He blurted out, “When I start to cum, don’t stop. In fact grip harder and go faster.” She was already aware of this because all three girls had read everything they could find on handjobs and she knew that many women would stop pumping or even let go when the cum started shooting and that this really ruined the orgasm for the man.

Even though Amanda’s full ten minutes of jerking was not up, it was pretty obvious that Mr. Johnson had arrived at the point where even if she had stopped, he was going to cum. As his orgasm neared, he cried out “Tighter, faster,” and Amanda did just that. Without any warning the cum started spurting out of the man’s cock. Very forceful streams shot up his chest and onto his face. Amanda was a bit shocked because she really wasn’t expecting so much cum. It was at least twice what her boyfriend had ejaculated in her one previous experience. She kept on pumping as her two teammates screamed with pleasure as they watched stream after stream of semen jetting from Johnson’s cock. Amanda dutifully kept jacking until there was no more cum to have. She finally let go of his dick and picked up one of the handcloths and wiped her hands first. Then she delicately took hold of his wilting penis and wiped all the semen off and then wiped his chest and even his face. She noticed that his dick had a thin string of semen drooling from the tip and she went back and cleaned that up.

Johnson lay on the bed, totally wiped out. His dick was bright red from the beating the girls had given it. “Omigod, girls,” he gasped, “that was the best handjob I’ve ever had in my entire life. Can I get you to come back and do it again. In fact, if you give me a few minutes to rest, I’d like to do it again right now.”

Jill answered. “We can’t do it now, we have to get home. We can come back but seconds cost $100. First handy is free.”

“Cost is not an issue. It would be the best $100 I ever spent. What I would like to do is set up weekly visits at $100 each. In fact, make it $200, and if all three of you will get undressed while jacking me off, I’ll make it $300. What do you say?”

“We need to talk it over and will get back to you. We have your phone number,” answered Jill. “But let me warn you, if we agree to get undressed, it’s just for looking. No fucking.”

“How about blowjobs?” he countered. I could go $500 a week if all three would take turns blowing me.”

Unknown to the girls, he couldn’t hire a decent hooker for a blowjob for $500 but to them it was a lot of money.

Jill thought that this guy must have plenty of money to spend that much weekly. “None of us have ever sucked a cock before,” she said. “We really need to discuss it and let you know.”

The girls said their goodbyes and told him how much they enjoyed jacking him off and seeing him spurt. He was overjoyed that they had searched him out and explained how he thought his sex life was over and that having the experience with them was one of the most wonderful things that had ever happened to him.

As the girls walked home they joyfully discussed what they just had experienced. They all raved about the opportunity to see a real penis in the flesh and to jack it and watch it spurt. They talked about how many more names were on the list and although the offer for repeat performances with Mr. Johnson was greatly appreciated, the thought of many more different cocks was also very appealing.

Being the realist in the group, Charli pointed out that it didn’t have to be one or the other. They could do both. The only possible fly in the ointment was their time was not always their own. They had parents. It might be difficult to set up weekly meetings with Mr. Johnson where all three girls would be available. “How do you feel about sucking his cock and being totally naked?” asked Jill.

Amanda responded, “I don’t mind going naked. You know he will try to grab our tits and maybe get his fingers in our pussies. I can handle that. And he does have a really nice dick. I could picture myself sucking it as long as he doesn’t cum in my mouth.”

“That would be gross,” replied Jill, “although I see a lot of women on the internet taking a load in their mouth and loving it. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. But if we agree to his deal, we could make a rule of no cum in our mouths. Anyway, we don’t have to make a decision right now. I’m looking forward to the next guy on our list. Variety is the spice of life, they say. The more dicks I can jack off, the better.“

Author’s note: You probably already figured it out but this story is a fantasy.

The Handy Squad – Part 2

Continuing the fantasy…..

The three 17 year old high school girls who made up The Handy Squad had made it their goal to approach a different older man each week and offer to provide him a free handjob. The initial contact had proven so successful with Mr. Johnson, who turned out to be quite wealthy, that he was willing to pay them a substantial amount of money to see him once each week and get him off. However, he had some special conditions which they had discussed at length as to whether or not they wanted to agree. One condition was that they all be nude. All three girls had really nice athletic bodies and weren’t afraid to show them off so that was not a problem. Jill had some concerns that Mr. Johnson would try to grab their tits or get his fingers in their bare pussies but both Charli and Amanda were confident they could handle that issue. The other condition was that all three girls would take turns sucking his cock. Again, all three were ok with that as long as he didn’t cum in their mouth and Mr. Johnson agreed with that.

None of the girls had ever sucked a dick before so they were looking forward to this new experience.

Their original plan was to meet the men on a school day. They wanted to wear their school uniforms which made them look even younger than they were. Their school let out at 3 pm and their parents usually didn’t get home from work until 5:30 or 6 pm. Jill and Charli both had single moms and Amanda’s parents both worked. So the girls could leave right from school and have about three hours to meet different older men and jack them off. And still get home before any parents did.

When they first started The Handy Squad they had addresses for older single men who were within walking distance or a short bus ride. They decided to meet Mr. Johnson for his weekly session on the weekends because they could always come up with some excuse to be gone for a two or three hours while they worked over Mr. Johnson’s hard cock.

The first repeat session with Mr. Johnson went extremely well. He was a really nice older guy who was very respectful to the three girls and never made any weird demands. Jill was the first of the three to take his cock in her mouth. None of the girls had ever sucked a dick before but both Jill and Charli took to it very quickly. They both discovered that it was something they really enjoyed. Amanda initially just tolerated it but as the weeks went by, she learned to look forward to having Mr. Johnson’s hard cock in her mouth. Jill knew it was just a matter of time before one of them took a blowjob too far and ended up with a load of cum in their mouth. The three of them had discussed it and all three had decided that they kind of looked forward to the experience since it would be a new experience.

They settled into a routine of hitting a new guy one day each week. A second weekday was set aside for repeats as nearly every guy wanted a repeat performance. The original plan was to charge $100 for a repeat performance but so many men requested repeats that they raised the price to $200. Coupled with the $500 Mr. Johnson was paying each week gave them enough money to pay an Uber to take them around so they didn’t have to walk or ride a bus. With plenty left over.

The men that came after Mr. Johnson were not all a winner like he was. One guy refused their services totally as he thought it was some kind of scam to blackmail him. Another guy couldn’t get fully hard although he did get hard enough that they eventually made him cum. Two guys were gay so that was a no-go. And one guy was a religious nut who went on a rant about what they were doing was an abomination under God and also illegal. They didn’t bother to argue the point but they were in Pennsylvania where the legal age of consent is 16 and as long as it was a free service, they weren’t breaking any laws. The repeat fee was probably illegal but who was going to complain? Anyway they told the guy they would stop what they were doing and repent their sins to shut him up before he called the cops. Even though the cops wouldn’t do anything because they weren’t breaking the law, they were afraid the cops would tell their parents.

But they also had many successes and learned even more about how to give a world class handjob. One guy introduced them to the use of a lubricant. Which they really liked and made it a point to always carry a bottle of K-Y with them on all future visits. Another guy tried to talk them into fingering his butthole while they jacked his cock but they thought that was gross. Until two more men suggested the same thing, so they decided to give it a try. That became part of their jackoff routine to the enjoyment of their partners.

About the fifth or sixth guy they successfully approached was Mr. Pirelli. He was a really good looking older dude. Very distinguished looking and lived in what was literally a mansion. He was extremely enthused about their offer. They later learned that he had a very active sex life but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have three cute teens jack off his penis. And what a penis is was. Jill thought it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen and the other two agreed. Not only was it beautiful but it was very large. They all thought it had to be at least eight inches long and very thick. And extremely hard.

The girls, who all had an obsession with hard cocks, literally worshipped Mr. Pirelli’s monster dick. He insisted the girl’s call him Don. After the three took turns jacking his rock hard throbbing prick to a monster cum, they couldn’t leave it alone. They took turns taking a long time to clean up the cum and wipe his still firm penis dry. As they cleaned him up a small drop of semen appeared at the tip of his cock and Charli leaned in and licked it off. Then the other two girls touched their tongue to his dick and all three lapped away. His prick responded as expected and this time the girls each took turns sucking his throbbing monster. Even though he had just cum, after five weeks of sucking Mr. Johnson’s cock, they were all talented cocksuckers and it wasn’t long before Don was ready to blow again.

Jill was the one sucking him at the time and she could tell he was on the verge of filling her mouth and throat with jism. And she wanted it. Knowing she could make him cum gave her a huge feeling of accomplishment and power. She jammed a finger up his ass and grabbed his nuts with the other hand as her lips flew up and down the length of his giant prick. She was the only one of the three who had mastered the art of deep throat and she had Don’s cock down her throat as far as it would go. As her head bobbed up and down she felt his body tense up and he grabbed her head with both hands and guided her bobbing head to the exact rhythm he needed to achieve orgasm. She felt his cock pulse as the semen coursed its way up the length of his prick and his balls twitched in her hand. Finally her goal was reached as spurt after powerful spurt of Don’s cum shot down her throat. As fast as the cum came, Jill swallowed and swallowed. For a second she was afraid it was more than she could handle and a bit did squirt out of her mouth. But she managed to take most of the load down her throat. Even after she was sure she had sucked the last drop of semen from Don’s monster cock, she kept on sucking as hard as she could. Finally, Don could take no more and pushed her head off of his dick telling her the sensitivity was more than he could handle.

They lay there together. His still hard prick just inches from her mouth. She slid closer and planted a wet kiss on the tip of his cock. The other two girls leaned in and smothered his cock with kisses.

“Girls,” gasped Don, “I’ve had too many blowjobs to count, but without a doubt that was the best one I’ve ever had in my entire life and it was with a 17-year old kid. And you took my entire prick right to the balls. Where did you learn to suck a dick like that?”

Jill decided not to answer and let him wonder. Amanda said “Mr. Pirelli, we have to get going in order to get home before our parents. We’ve never gotten a guy off twice in one meeting before so we’ve been here longer than usual.”

As the girls got themselves together preparing to leave, Don handed Jill a thousand dollars in cash and said, “I know you girls don’t charge but I want you to have this. It’s the only way I can express what a wonderful experience this has been for me. And you will definitely be hearing from me again.”

The Handy Squad – Chapter 3

The fantasy continues…..

The three girls continued on their “public service,” as they liked to call it, of searching out older single men and giving out free handjobs. Jill, Charli, and Amanda had been super tight friends since grade school and all three had shared every aspect of their life, even their deepest, darkest secrets, with each other. One thing they all agreed on was they were extremely enamored with men’s cocks. Although prior to forming The Handy Squad, they had very little actual contact with a real penis. Which was why The Handy Squad was born.

In just the first few months of the Squad’s existence, they had managed to jerk off an impressive number of older men. Most of whom requested follow-up sessions. The first contact was free and what they considered a public service. But repeat sessions were $200 each. Plus they had a standing weekly get together with a Mr. Johnson who paid them $500 weekly for handjobs and blowjobs.

The girls had discussed about going to the next step with any of these men and allowing actual intercourse. They had decided against it. After all, they were only 17 and the men they were seeing were all 60 and up.

One of the men who they met was Don Pirelli. What they didn’t know when he answered the door of what could literally be considered a mansion, was that the mansion was only a guest house down the street from his real home where he had a complete staff in a really huge estate. He also carried the tile of a Count from his former country. And was fabulously wealthy. The girls were very fortunate to catch him alone at the guest house because if they had knocked on the door of his estate, it would have been answered by one of the staff and they would never have gotten close to the Count.

They did jack him off and that somehow led to Jill giving him what he called the best blowjob of his life. She did have some experience as they all had been sucking off Mr. Johnson for the past five weeks. The Count was so impressed that he gave the girls a thousand dollars and immediately made plans to see them again. However after a couple more sessions with the Count, Jill had become obsessed with his overly large penis. And it wasn’t just the size. She thought it was the best looking cock she had ever seen and had become totally obsessed with it. It was all that she thought about.

She contacted the Count and made arrangements to meet him at the guest house. She was already feeling guilty about not telling the rest of the Handy Squad what she was doing. But she wanted at least one session with the Count’s beautiful cock all to herself. In the last two sessions with him the girls had taken turns jacking him off. He was actually partial to handjobs and his reasoning was he liked viewing his cock being worked over with the hands of the three teens. And he especially got off on seeing his cock spurt streams of cum. If his dick was buried in one of the girl’s mouths, he couldn’t admire his bulging shiny cockhead and couldn’t get off seeing himself ejaculate halfway across the room. And the girls agreed. They also got off seeing him blast a load of cum out of his monster cock.

When Jill arrived at the guest house, the Count wanted to know where her teammates were? She explained that the three of them had agreed that no actual fucking would occur with any of the men they serviced. But she admitted to the Count that she had an all-consuming desire to have his big prick buried deep in her pussy. She told him that’s all she thought about 24/7 and it was driving her crazy. She told him that she’d never been fucked but spent all her waking hours visualizing what it would feel like to have her pussy stretched with the Count’s huge prick.

Don Pirelli was all for the idea. He confessed that he had visions of fucking her ever since he met her. They both shed their clothing and climbed onto the Count’s California King Size bed. His cock was instantly hard and Jill immediately grabbed it, stroked it, kissed it and sucked the bulbous head. The Count liberally coated his throbbing cock with lubricant and also smeared it over the entrance to Jill’s cunt. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. The Count directed the head of his penis to her opening and attempted to enter her. The head finally slid into her followed by about five or six inches of throbbing cock. The head bumped up against her cervix and she winced with the slight pain. He realized that he had to take it easy since she was a virgin. She had already told him that all three of the girls had already destroyed their hymens playing with Amanda’s mother’s large collection of dildoes and vibrators. They had spent hours getting each other off long before they formed The Handy Squad.

Still, it was important to take it somewhat easy with a girl who had never been fucked before. The Count spent the next hour thrusting his hard prick in and out of Jill’s now juicy teen cunt. Anytime he got close to cumming he would back off for a bit or change to a new position. The Count knew every coital position that existed and tried them all out on the willing teen. She turned out to be multi-orgasmic and they both lost count of how many times she came. Finally it was his turn and with an almost animalistic heaving of the two bodies, he felt the cum start to ejaculate from his big cock into the sweet teen’s vagina. They were back in the missionary position and she had her legs locked around him and screamed with ecstasy, and some pain, as she felt the semen splatter against her insides. Finally his thrusts diminished as the last of his orgasm brought him down and the two of them lay there exhausted. After a few minutes she felt his cock slip from her and she reversed her position on the bed and took his wilting penis in her mouth and sucked it clean of her juices and his cum. The combination of the two flavors was very unique and she looked forward to experiencing it many more times.

Jill had been gone for a long time and had to get home. The Count gave her another thousand dollars which sounds like a lot but was pocket change to him. At any given time he carried fifteen to twenty thousand in cash. She took an Uber home and once there, called Charli and Amanda and asked them to come over to her house.

Once all three girls were there, Jill confessed to what she had done. She was afraid they would be mad at her but actually they thought it was great that she took that step. She offered to split the money with them but they said she earned it. But they both now admitted they would like to fuck the Count as, like Jill, they wondered what it would feel like to be penetrated by a cock that large. She told them it was fabulous. She was frankly a bit jealous to share the Count’s cock with her friends but she realized there was no room for jealousy. Because of many factors, her relationship with the Count would never be anything more than sexual so it was only fair that the other girls get their share.

Another meeting was set up for a few days in the future and the three teens hooked up once again with the Count. Jill was surprised that she actually got a sexual thrill, along with some pangs of jealousy, watching the Count’s huge member thrusting into the pussies of her two best friends. The Count fucked Charli first and after a few minutes rest, he assaulted Amanda’s waiting pussy for a second ejaculation.

After both copulations, Jill made it her duty to suck his cock clean of semen and her friend’s vaginal juices. The Count felt bad about not being up to fucking Jill in the time they had left but made up for it by licking and sucking her clit to several screaming orgasms. Jill was on birth control but the other two were not. But the Count had Julie pills available for the girls to take and neither was in what was considered their ovulation periods so the risk of pregnancy was almost non-existent. They made plans for another hookup the following week and the Count promised to fuck all three of them.

The Count handed out another thousand dollars to each of the three girls. As the girls headed home in an Uber they discussed what to do about all the money they were getting. There really was no way to spend it and hide it from their parents. Between the $500 a week Mr. Johnson was giving them and then another $200 a week for a repeat with former sessions, plus the thousand a week each girl was going to be getting from the Count, the total was $3,700 a week. Divided three ways, that was $1,233 a week for each girl. Tax fee. That was almost $65,000 net a year. What to do? Charli came up with opening savings accounts and just saving the money until they were older. With a bit of cleverness they could keep the accounts hidden from their parents and build a nice little nest egg for when they left home and were out on their own.

And realistically, how long could they keep up the pace with The Handy Squad? At some point all the jacking, sucking and fucking was going to get to be too much too handle. But for now, it was sure a lot of fun to play with all of those different hard cocks.

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Sex Play with Encyclopedia

Perhaps my wife and I are a weird couple. We don’t have sex all that often, although I guess with two grown children, we’ve done it often enough.

We like other things. She likes inner labia stretching. She likes me to pull and pull. Oh, I don’t mean hard enough to hurt her. She just likes the feeling of being tugged on. I’ll do it for an hour sometimes. Meanwhile, I’m hard the whole time. Somehow, and I can’t explain why, it’s a real thrill for me to do that for her, almost every time.

Sometimes she’ll orgasm just from that, but generally not. Usually, I finish her off with a good licking while I probe her butt with one finger. She likes just one finger. Years ago, we experimented with more fingers, and got her up to four, and four in her vagina too, but these days, she just likes it simple.

There are two versions of labia pulling. One is dry. I can get a good grip and pull hard. That doesn’t usually last very long. She’ll get all wet. Her labia become slippery, and so my fingers keep slipping off. That’s the second version. I don’t get a good grip, and keep trying. This is what can send her into orgasm on the somewhat rare occasions when she does orgasm from this.

Every now and then, I’ll dry her labia as best I can, and pull and kind of shake really hard. She loves that, but doesn’t orgasm from it. I swear, her labia are somewhat longer than they used to be, but she claims they’ve always been the same length.

That’s her. Perhaps I’m even weirder. It started with gentle testicle massage. A few times, I’ve orgasmed just from that. She’d start by very lightly massaging my scrotum. Then, she’d get a good grip on each testicle, one between each thumb and first two fingers. She’d squeeze until the testicles would slip out of her grasp, popping into another position in my scrotum, like wet bars of soap. It’s fun. I can never tell which testicle will slip out first. She does it on purpose. It’s kind of a guessing game. Which one will pop out?

Yes, it kind of hurts, but I love it. Lately, she’s been squeezing harder. It hurts more, but I’m enjoying it more. I don’t understand it, but who am I to ask questions?

She says the more I yell and squirm, the wetter, and hornier she gets.

I’ve read several times that the gonads are like chicken gizzards, with very rubbery thick outer layers, and pretty much impossible to damage just with finger manipulation.

Sharing that info with her gave her an idea. We have an old set of encyclopedias. She decided she wanted me to lay my testicles on the edge of a table, and she’d pile more and more books on top until I screamed, “Stop!”

The first time we tried it was just last Thursday. She put a book on, and my balls popped up into my scrotum before much pressure was applied even by that first book.

OK, back to the drawing board. She tied a bandana fairly tightly around my scrotum so my balls couldn’t slip away. Then she put the book back on.

I felt the pressure, but it wasn’t in the slightest painful. My penis was rock hard, and she was having fun too, as I could see a drip of liquid escape from her vagina, and her nipples were as erect as my penis in their own way.

She added another book. Still, pressure only, no pain.

With the third book, we had to start over. The angle wasn’t right, and the books were sliding off each other. Finding a small paperback book, she put it under the far edge of the first book so that the books would be level, but almost the full pressure would be squeezing down on my balls. My that felt nice!

She slowly added books, in alphabetical order, of course. By the time we got to F, my balls were starting to hurt with that flaming kind of pain that anyone who has played with ball squeezing is familiar with.

She added G, and the pain wasn’t much worse. Staying like that for a couple of minutes, the pain entirely subsided. Now all I felt was pressure, and it was extremely nice!

My mind was thinking about what it would be like when she got several more books on the pile, and then it happened. Wham! Cum started squirting spasmically out of my penis of its own accord. I was having a wonderful orgasm and there was nothing I could do about it.

She wanted me to hold still after my cum, and add more books, but you know how it is. My attitude shifted, and I was done. I do believe we’re going for at least ten volumes later today when she gets home from work.

Waxing, Erect or Not?

I’ve been shaving my crotch almost from as the time I’ve been shaving my face. I like the smooth look. But it’s not really that smooth. My wife tells me it’s like sandpaper down there against her face and her other parts. I therefore started thinking about waxing. I looked it up on YouTube, and to my surprise, you can actually see videos of guys getting their cocks and balls waxed. They guys didn’t seem to be flinching, because that was my concern, that it would hurt. So, I signed up for an appointment at a local spa.

The practitioner was a woman, and pretty good-looking too. She had dark hair and really white skin. She could loose a couple of pounds, but only a couple. She had really nice, ample breasts, which I always appreciate.

I was nervous. Not that it was going to hurt, but just the idea of being seen naked by a strange person, a woman at that. I didn’t even really think about her actually touching my penis and all, but of course, logically, that would happen, right?

The spa had given me a white robe. After saying ‘hi’ and introducing herself, she asked me to remove it in a very matter-of-fact clinical way. Part of me wanted to run out of the room, Another part found the notion of what was about to happen terribly sexy. I do believe I was actually shaking a bit. Of course, I did step out of the robe, trying to act as casual as possible.

She instructed me to lay down, then just like a doctor or an accountant or bricklayer for that matter, she went to work. She wasn’t much of a talker, doing her work quietly.

Don’t let anyone tell you that waxing doesn’t hurt. It hurts like a mother! Why those guys on YouTube didn’t flinch, or even yell out, I have no idea.

I guess I’m proud to say I didn’t get hard. I had to do some pretty intense math in my head a couple of times, but mostly what she was doing just stung too much.

It seemed to take forever. I didn’t actually yell, but I’m sure I jumped pretty good a couple of times. I had pretty well decided I’d never go for waxing again. Then she said, “Finishing touches.”

She reached over and grabbed a pair of tweezers, announcing, “For this procedure, you’ll need to be erect.”

I was floored! Did she actually just say that? She went on to explain that in this procedure she pulls out a few remaining stubborn hairs. It seems to hurt guys less if they are hard. And, she can better see the hairs when a guy is in that condition.

I just laid there like an idiot.

“Go ahead and get hard,” she said.

I couldn’t quite understand that she expected me to lay there and jerk off for her, but that’s exactly what she expected. So, I did. What else could I do? It took me like 30 seconds, and I was hard as a rock.

She went to work, pulling out a half-dozen hairs, holding my erect cock this way and that, pulling on my scrotum various ways. I was just starting to get that wonderful tingle, that gonna-cum feeling, when she announced she was done.

And that was that.

Waxing Spa

Three years ago, I saw a thing on YouTube. It made me jill myself silly right away, having an especially long orgasm, or maybe a series of orgasms – I can’t quite tell. I usually have just one, then I’m done, so this video truly affected me. A man was having his genitals waxed – you know, hair removal. As it was happening his penis became erect. Now, I’ve seen pornography on the Internet before. You can’t escape it. But seeing that got me to thinking. I was imagining me being the practitioner. How much more fun would that be than being an accountant for a grocery chain?

Every day at work, when I could let my mind wander, I had thought about becoming a massage practitioner. But that took long and specific training, and it would be hard work. Imagine spending an hour kneading the muscles of clients. Your wrists and everything would get really sore, right?

The minute I saw that waxing video, I knew that was for me. That’s what I had to do. It took another year to line it up. I got my training and got a ‘chair’ in a spa. I was able to quit my accounting job, and work full time at the spa, even though the money was half as much. I had just finished paying off my student loan after all those years, and what did I have to show for it? I had learned to be an accountant, a job I never liked. Well, now, things were different.

So, why was I crying myself to sleep? The spa job wasn’t quite right. Ninety percent of my clients were women. I was waxing vagina after vagina. And worse, sometimes it was armpits, legs and backs. Oh, yes, some women have hairy backs. Now, don’t get me wrong, it can be somewhat exciting to work with another woman’s vagina and anus. I did sometimes get horny after waxing those women, and I’d masturbate myself something silly at home in the evenings remembering my clients of the day. But I wanted men. Men, damn it! In a year at the spa, I had never waxed a single dick. Never even seen one. Oh, there were a few guys who had me remove their chest hair. One guy, a bicycle racer, came in to get his legs waxed.

It all changed on a Thursday afternoon. An elderly, heavyset fellow had set an appointment for genital waxing. I was sure one of the other practitioners would get him, and was all set to be mildly jealous as I would be waxing yet another vagina. However, the strangest thing happened. None of the girls wanted to do it. They were quietly carrying on near the desk. I thought were repulsed by his age or weight or something. But no, they were squeamish about touching a dick. Imagine that! These poor women were so conservative, brought up so up-tightly, that they couldn’t enjoy what would be a most enjoyable job.

Of course I stepped right up, and said, “I’ll be glad to take him.” I didn’t mind a bit. The girls knew I was kind of a rebel type. They probably even expected that from me.

I waxed the guy. He did become erect, just like in the YouTube video, and although I made sure not to show it, I had a wonderful time. Well, except for one thing: In all my training and experience as a waxer, I had never actually done a scrotum. I found it difficult to hold the skin taught as I tore off the wax, so as to not hurt the poor fellow. He winced and even suppressed a scream or two, as I learned my craft right there and then. He did stay erect the whole time, so I must not have been hurting him too badly. At one point, I hadn’t realized I was kind of leaning the palm of my hand right on one of his testicles. He squirmed and told me what was happening. I was embarrassed.

Even though he was a big old guy, I went home with a big smile, and jilled to several crashing orgasms that evening.

A week later, a friend of the old gent’s came in, wanting the same thing. The girls in a semi-circle at the desk all turned to me. I just said, “Of course.”

This guy was a quite-fit, fifty-something guy. I would have fucked him given half an opportunity. Being divorced and without kids, I can think such things. It’s OK to just think them, right? Anyway, I waxed him, but no erection. I was disappointed. Again, I’m a professional, so I made a point to hide my disappointment.

A few days later, another guy came in. He was thin and really old, like maybe eighty. I had no problem with that. Before I even started waxing him, he was erect. He apologized.

I said, “Most of the guys get erect,” as if I had any experience in such things.

I went to work on him, now expertly handling his scrotum. Both of us had a good time. He stayed erect the whole time.

To cut a long story short, these guys were on a bowling team or something, and they knew people, who knew people, and pretty soon, I had a full practice. I was touching up to six cocks a day. And that brings us up to date.

Every day, I arrive at the spa at 9am for my first appointment, and have four to six cocks a day. That’s what I jokingly call my appointments, “cocks.” I don’t even do women, or legs, or chests. Just cocks. I let the other girls take all the other appointments, and they’re fine with the arrangement. Well, sometimes, I’ll take a vagina. That can be fun at times.

With the guys, and the occasional girl, I start out with their assholes. I have them get on their knees, and wax their butts. I would say that when that’s done, and I have the guys turn around and lay on their backs on the table, sixty percent of them are erect. Of course the women don’t get erect, but maybe eighty percent of them are moist. I actually have to grab a tissue and wipe them dry down there so as to not interfere with the waxing.

Oh, yes, more than one woman has orgasmed under my ministrations. They try to hide it. I want to tell some of them, “It’s totally OK, let it happen. Enjoy it.” But that’s not professional, so I just let them pretend they’re not orgasming. But I can see the contractions in their perianal area. It’s obvious.

Forty percent of the guys don’t get hard. That’s OK. Well, maybe mildly disappointing. Sometimes when I’m feeling particularly frisky, I try to do things to get them erect. I hope they don’t realize what I’m doing. Like, I’ll grab a tissue, and ever so lightly let a corner of it drag over their frenulum. Or, I have a big fluffy brush that’s used for distributing the powder. I’ll just run that over their frenulum a few times. That often does the trick.

I just love the sixty percent who do get erect. It doesn’t matter whether they are young or old, thin or fat, I just absolutely enjoy holding their erect penis in my hands, and knowing I’m the cause of that. Every now and then, one will ejaculate during the treatment. It’s unfortunate if it happens too soon, because it makes it hard for them to enjoy the rest of the treatment.

Men will often apologize for being erect. I always let them know to relax, that it’s normal. Some of the ones who ejaculate get all embarrassed, red in the face, and stammer out an apology. Others just let the cum flow out onto their bellies, and don’t say a word, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. And it is.

Me, I’m just loving this work. I now make as much as I did as an accountant. The spa charges $90 and I get $60. One of the clients was just too gorgeous to ignore, so I took him home. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but he’s my boyfriend now. He has no problem with me jilling myself around the house, or masturbating myself to sleep on the days when he’s too tired or what-not. Considering what I do for a living, there’s no way I don’t come home horny, practically out of my mind, every evening, and have to do something about it.

An example of my male genital waxing work

Here’s an example of my work.

Waitress

I actually have a good many dollars, but I liked eating at a low-end diner. Frankly, I liked the food better. Nothing beats the biscuits and gravy, friend chicken, and sloppy Joes this place makes.

There was this one waitress who was really sending me. I mean, she’s tall, like 5’10” and has really long, sleek legs. She wore short shorts – that’s the kind of diner it is – showing her legs off even more. She must know the effect she had on guys. She always served me with a smile.

I’d been eating there for three years, ever since my divorce. I got married too young and I was an idiot, but that’s another story.

I was probably averaging two meals a day at the diner.

In time, this waitress, Marie, and I started conversing. She found out that I’m an investment banker, working exclusively with my extended family’s own account. I was reluctant to tell her, because when people find out my financial situation, they can get all weird. Like trying to sell me stuff, or wanting me to invest in their crazy business ideas.

Sometimes, when things were slow, she’d sit down opposite me and talk a while. Frank, the owner of the diner, didn’t seem to care.

The day came when I asked her out. Her answer was not what I expected. Maybe I’m too full of myself or something, but I was sure she’d say, “Yes.” Or at least tell me she had a boyfriend.

“I can’t,” she said. She went on to explain that due to our relative financial positions, she’d feel like she’d be tempted to take advantage of me.

I told her I was very relieved to hear her say that. The honesty, you know. Nevertheless, we didn’t go on a date until months later.

It was a nice date, in a fancy restaurant, which made her slightly uncomfortable. Still, we had a brilliant conversation about nothing in particular, and I could see she was enjoying my company. She was brilliant with repartee, which I really liked.

As the place was closing, and we were the last ones there, she told me, “I don’t want you to be disappointed…”

‘Oh, no, here it comes,’ I thought, assuming she was going to give me the ‘like you like a brother, don’t want sex’ speech.

“I’m a nymphomaniac.”

I was at a total loss for words.

She continued, “It’s painful for me to tell you this, but I think you ought to know. I’m not a nympho in the classic sense. I don’t like fucking.”

Now I was confused.

“I just love orgasms. I can have them over and over again. So, here’s the thing, I want a guy who would enjoy playing with my clit and my tits, and my asshole. It could be with your tongue, or your fingers, or with various toys.”

I was still speechless. I have to admit that all I could do in that moment was to stare at her dumbfounded. I did notice that she said ‘your’ pretty much indicating she truly meant me, not some generic idea of a guy.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong…” she said. “I love penis. As much as you do for me, I’d love to do for you, too.”

Finally, my voice returned, although in a whisper. I was frankly shocked that she was willing to confide that to me, and not only that, but in a public restaurant. I was embarrassed that even though the restaurant was now empty, the kitchen staff may have overheard her. I answered, “I can’t believe this. You are a woman after my own heart. I just love tongue, finger and toy stuff. I’ve never been much of a fucker….”

She and I laughed at the literal use of the term.

We got to my place. She looked around, admiring the spaciousness, the real wood, the stonework. It didn’t take long before we were naked and kissing our heads off on my bed. James, my valet came in, took one look, smiled, and quickly left without saying a word. It wasn’t the first time he saw me naked. He’d walked in on me masturbating a number of times. No big deal. But this was the first time with a girl. Marie was momentarily freaked out, then it seemed that him seeing her like that made her twice as horny, if that was even possible.

Soon enough, we got down to business. First she masturbated me for ten solid minutes. She’s a real expert. She got me to the brink of coming like four times.

Then I did her, with my tongue, bringing her tasty, slightly salty pussy to complete, crashing orgasms like ten times. I didn’t even realize a girl could do that so many times in a row.

We established a rhythm that lives with us to this day: It’s approximately ten minutes for her, then ten minutes for me, and we trade back and forth like that for an hour or two.

Oh yes, we have had conventional sex, our two kids are proof enough of that, but that’s not really our thing. Weird, I know, but there’s nothing wrong with it, right?

Under the Table

My girlfriend, Niomi, read something in a book, and wanted to try it out.

She read that in ancient Japan, it was not uncommon for a group of men at a dinner to have someone crawling under their low table from man to man, and sucking each guy off. The guys were supposed to be very strong, and not show any change in facial expression when they ejaculated. I’m not quite sure how that worked, because as I understand it, the Japanese used to eat at very low tables.

Anyway, Ni became obsessed with the idea.

One evening we ate dinner together as usual, but she insisted we both be naked. I was all for that. After dessert, she climbed down under the table, and gave me a blowjob. It was easy for her, because she is tiny, easily able to fit under a table.

I was delighted. She was delighted. But, she wasn’t quite satisfied. I knew what she really wanted, but it wouldn’t be easy.

Her birthday was May 6. For two weeks leading up to the day, I started emailing friends and associates – certain ones – ones that would be accepting of the idea, and invited them to this special dinner. It took some doing to get 12 men together. I started inviting lesser and lesser acquaintances, and started to worry that some of them may not ‘get it’ or freak out. But, for Niomi, it had to be done, right?

The evening arrived. I’m sure Niomi figured out what was up when she saw the volume of food I was cooking up, and people started arriving.

As the men were arriving, I set up a second table next to the main dining table so there’d be enough room for everyone. The doorbell rang once more, and there was Tony, but he had brought Michelle, his girlfriend along. I was like “What the fuck?” but didn’t actually say anything. It seemed like having another woman there might mess up our plans, but what could I do?

It took some doing to get the festivities under way. I had turned up the heat to where people might start to be uncomfortable in clothing, but still, there was quite a bit of hesitancy before everyone started removing their clothes.

I was worried that Niomi and Michelle might hang back, but no, they threw off their clothes as well. I have to tell you, Michelle is a real looker. She has that classic slim Asian look, with small breasts and neatly trimmed black hair over her vaginal area. She was almost as short as Niomi, but Ni has classic Nordic looks with big boobs.

So, we all ate dinner naked. That, in itself was a real delight. I know I should have been staring at Niomi’s boobs above the table, but my gaze was drawn to Michelle numerous times. I hope my glancing in her direction wasn’t obvious.

Now, the one thing that I was very curious about was what was under the table. Were these men erect? I was trying to figure out ways to get a look under there, but didn’t manage to do so. I know I was erect about half of the time. I was also a bit worried that some of the other men might see me erect under there, which for some reason would have been terribly embarrassing.

Dessert came and went. Without any announcement, Ni crawled under the table. All the people, including Michelle, I assume, had been informed of the plan.

Niomi went from man to man, while we had a conversation. The ongoing conversation was important, because the men had to be resolute and not show that they were orgasming. The conversation was a bit stilted, a bit artificial at first, but soon, it became sexual in nature and everyone became quite animated.

Ni’s travel from man to man took quite a long time. I guess some guys take longer to cum than others. I was about the sixth one. I’m proud to say I was in mid-sentence when I came in her mouth, and didn’t miss a beat, although maybe my voice went a bit higher for a split-second.

I assumed Ni would just skip over Michelle. But no, even though we couldn’t see what was going on under the table, it was quite clear that Michelle was getting the licking of her life. She was slumped low in the chair, and did let out a quiet little moan as her body stiffened during her orgasm.

So that was our evening. After everyone left, Ni thanked me profusely, and hinted that she has another thing that she wants to do with our friends maybe in a month or so. I keep trying to get her to tell me what she’s thinking, but so far, she’s keeping it a secret.

Two-Person Office

I work with this super-hot redhead. We share an office. Even though she’s much younger, we find lots to talk about besides work. Since we are the only two in the building, our conversations can be far-ranging and free.

I’ve had the hots for her since I started the job, but I’ve always kept my pants zipped. I mean, I’d never bring up anything of a sexual nature, because it might be considered sexual harassment or something. Besides, if it wasn’t to her taste, I wouldn’t want to offend her.

One day an article came across her computer about all those Catholic priests who molested children. She muttered, “Why didn’t they just masturbate, and leave the kids alone?”

I wasn’t sure I heard her right so I had to ask, “What was that?”

“Oh, I was just commenting that those stupid priests should have just masturbated so they could control their sexual urges.”

I had never heard anything like that from Cathy before. It was shocking and refreshing. I felt she was more of a kindred spirit in a way. But, racking my brain in the moment, I couldn’t come up with a way to extend the conversation.

“Do you agree?” she asked me.

Wow! What an opening, if I could work it right. If I understood the possible direction she might want to take this discussion.

“Oh yes. That’s the reason I’m always cool as a cucumber.”

She laughed, knowing I’m not all that cool.

“I mean, I masturbate. I think it is very important to relieve horniness, so one doesn’t go all crazy in public. That may be why God gave us the ability to masturbate. To control our urges. Just like crying and laughter are outlets for our other emotions.”

“I’ve never thought of that,” she said, adding, “But you’re married.”

“I am, but my wife and I have an understanding. We are deeply in love, but she lost interest in sex. She has told me I can do things with other people as long as it is not fucking.” I couldn’t believe I came right out and used the word ‘fucking’ with Cathy. This was certainly breaking new ground.

“Really! Same with Benny” [her husband]. “He says if I want to jill with the girls from time to time, he’s fine with that.”

“What about wanking with guys?”

“He has never really specified. But if it was someone nice, and harmless, like you, well I’m sure he’d be fine with that.”

I’m sure you can figure out where this conversation led. At quitting time, we locked the door to the office, and mutually masturbated each other to spectacular orgasms. You’d think I’d be finished, but was ready for more. We set out some mats, and sixty-nined each other. I have to tell you, her pussy tasted so natural and nice.

I don’t keep secrets from my wife, so after dinner, I told her all about it.

“Good, she said, that takes the pressure off me.” So this was super cool. I had the green light to masturbate with Cathy whenever I wanted. The only thing is that my wife said that I couldn’t fuck Cathy. That would be just be too problematic. I totally agreed.

The next day, I told Cathy about that discussion, and she said that her husband gave her the green light also.

That was four years ago. I’ve had several opportunities to take more interesting, and higher paying jobs, but for some reason, I stay right in that office with Cathy.

Two Rowdy Young Women

My diner was closed. All my employees had left. I was going to turn out the lights and lock up as soon as my last customers left. I had already drawn all the shades.

The last ones were two young women, having a somewhat rowdy conversation. They weren’t drunk, just carrying on, the way young people will do.

Their subject turned to ballbusting, like a laughing matter, don’t you know.

I don’t know why it bothered me to the degree it did. Maybe because they were talking about hurting people, men in this case, as if it was all OK.

I probably should have minded my own business. Instead, I walked up to their table, and said, “Ballbusting is no laughing matter.”

They immediately shushed, and looked at me with a stunned looked. I continued.

“Women often talk of busting mens’ balls. Do you even know what that is? Do you know anything at all about testicles?”

They silently shook their heads. Just like I figured, they mostly didn’t know what they were talking about. They probably assumed testicles were like grapes, easily squished.

This is where I got crazy, and I’ll never be able to explain my action. I guess it was just a moment of insanity.

“Look, these are not for hurting. They’re for gentle enjoyment.” I said as I quickly undid my belt, opened my fly and pulled down both my pants and my underwear. “Take a good look, this is what you’ve been joking about.”

I was starting to pull my pants right back up again. I was already way out of line and I knew it.

“Hang on a sec, Mike,” one of the two women said. She knew my name. Everyone does. It’s “Mike’s Diner” after all.

I stopped in mid-pull on my underwear. Why, I don’t know.

“Let’s see,” the other woman chimed in, as she reached out. I immediately backed away. I figured with all this talk of ballbusting…

“C’mon, I won’t hurt you. I just want to see what your ‘real’ balls are like.”

I cautiously stepped forward. I didn’t know where this was going. The only thing I was fairly certain of is that she wouldn’t really hurt my balls.

I was feeling a mix of emotions. I was starting to become embarrassed for what I had done. But something else. I was like a proud father, instructing his daughters in something important. Go figure. I was also fearful that I really had gone too far.

She reached out, and gently massaged my balls between her thumb and first two fingers. First my right testicle, then the left.

“Mmm, interesting,” she said as she continued to gently massage my balls within my scrotum.

Evidently not wanting to be left out, the other girl started massaging my balls. So now, one girl was squeezing one, and the other girl, squeezing the other ball.

You can probably imagine what happened. Right, my penis became erect. After less than a minute, it was sticking up at a proud 45-degree angle and bobbing with my heartbeat.

The first girl wrapped her fingers around the shaft. I hadn’t been with anyone in over a year, so this touch felt especially nice. I was just standing there, loving it, in front of these two girls.

She told her friend, “It’s hard and soft all at the same time. It’s like a rock inside, but has this soft warm skin that slides over it so nicely.”

Her friend gently pushed the hand away, replacing it with her own hand and started stroking up and down. Much too soon I ejaculated. Some of my cum landed in the first girl’s hair, as they both jumped back, avoiding any more shots of cum.

They started laughing. I started laughing also as I was pulling my underwear and then my pants back up.

“So there you go, young ladies. You don’t bust balls. You enjoy them. OK?”

More laughter. A moment later, they went home, thanking me for a nice meal and ‘desert.’

I’ve not seen them since. I think back on that strange evening often, typically releasing a load of sperm into my hand in response.

I’ve often wondered if this was their first ever experience touching a man’s equipment. It seems from their reactions like it was. But surely… Well, I guess I’ll never know.

Every now and then the thought occurs to me that I lost two good customers. Why didn’t they come back? Probably because the scene was just too weird. So, it cost me some money. But I think it was worth it, don’t you?

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

Category: Heterosexual

Jerking Off is Fantastic

by Spurtz