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Kazuko

Kazuko, sexy gardener

Thanks for asking about the Japanese girl, Kazuko. At the time, I had to stop working as a gardener. I was making great money working for Emily and Jim, an extremely wealthy elderly couple in Waikiki, but I developed tendinitis in my shoulder to the point where I couldn’t do that any more.

They invited me to keep working, but as a groundskeeper, in other words a manager, rather than a hands-on guy. To cover what I had been doing, they hired this little Japanese girl. My first thought was that she’d be too little to weild a spade or rake, and surely not strong enough to carry trays of seedlings and so on. Worse, she didn’t know a lick of English, and I knew even less Japanese. Why they took her on, I have no idea. But that’s what I had to work with.

She was exceptionally pretty. No more than 5′ 4″ and thin, she had really long black hair, and a ready smile. Her skin tone was surprisingly dark compared to most Japanese people, which I thought was a delightful color. Her tits were kind of small, but of course that didn’t make any difference. Frankly, I would have rather worked with a strong guy than this little slip of a young woman.

I wasn’t dating anyone at the time, so later at home, I’d jerk off big time thinking about this little girl. I suppose if I had been dating someone at the time, I still would have wanked to my memories of seeing her pretty little face, and oddly boy-like good looks. If they had hired a big, burly man, I doubt I would have wanked to memories of him!

She came to work. Although excruciating, I was able to point and draw pictures, and generally managed to show her how to do things. For her little size, she was quite strong, fully able to do the work. After a week or two, she started learning a bit of English, and I picked up a few words of Japanese.

I maintained a professional distance. I mean, my job was precious to me. How often does a gardener get to work in Waikiki, and be well-paid besides? Emily and Jim just loved me. Maybe it was because of my topiary skills, or maybe that I really studied Hawaiian flora when I started the job, so I really knew what I was doing. So, I wasn’t going to jeopordize the job. Then too, she was really a sexy chick, and I didn’t want to offend her or do anything inappropriate. That’s just not my style.

My mindset changed one day when she was up on a ladder doing the trimming I used to do, and I was holding the base of the ladder so it wouldn’t tip. At the same time I was trying to tell her exactly how to do the trimming, which wasn’t working out too well. She was terribly slow, because she didn’t want to make any mistakes and couldn’t understand what I was saying. So far, it was just another typical day on the job.

At one point she had one leg on the ladder, and the other on a branch. As I looked up, I saw something I shouldn’t have seen. I saw up one leg of her shorts, and had a clear view of her little Asian pussy. She had no hair down there, so it was a very delightful view. I could see her dark inner labia very clearly, and a corner of her actual anus. Oh my! I looked away immediately, and secretly chastized myself for even noticing.

That night, I jerked off like crazy!

A few days went by with me wanking nightly remembering what I saw. I never mentioned the incident to her. How could I? We didn’t speak the same language.

As time went on, she started standing too close, or sitting on the edge of my desk, or doing some silly little things that I initially assumed were totally innocent. She smiled more, and teased me in little ways. For instance grabbing my pen, laughing and running around the office, not giving it back.

Oh, if only we could talk, the things I’d tell her! I mean, I could fall for this girl.

I finally learned her age after she taught me to count in Japanese. She was 24 years old, only three years younger than me. I was surprised, because I kept thinking she was maybe sixteen what with those little breasts and all.

She kept getting surprisingly close. I still didn’t catch on. She’d walk two feet in front of me to get to a tool shed, rather than walking six feet away. Her tiny body bumped into mine a half-dozen times during the next week or so. I kept thinking it was accidental.

Still, I kept thinking about acting right, not getting all horny or anything, and about doing nothing to adversely affect my status with Elaine and Jim.

One day, I was talking to Elaine, and she said, “You know, Kazuko likes you.”

I was like, “Um, OK.”

“No, I mean she really likes you. Why don’t you do anything about it? You’re not gay or anything?”

I momentarily bristled. “No, not gay, just not interested.”

“Really?”

“It wouldn’t be right.”

By then, Jim walked over, and said, “Bro, I can’t imagine what would be wrong with it. You really ought to get next to that girl.”

I shrugged, which sent a momentary pain to my left shoulder. Suddenly, I had a lot to think about. Not only were the couple who owned the place OK with me getting together with Kazuko, they were encouraging it!

A day later, I figured out that Kazuko was trying to invite me to eat at a restaurant. Through some drawings and a lot of miscommunication and laughter, we figured out that we were going to meet at a certain place near Kings Village in Waikiki at 7pm. I was so excited!

7pm came and went. By eight, I gave up. I was so disappointed! The next day, she and I approched each other at the same time with expressions of like, “What happened?”

It turned out she was thinking of one restaurant, and I thought she meant another place.

We arranged another date, and it actually worked out. We had a nice dinner. We still couldn’t really speak very well although we were each learning a few words of each others’ language. We did, however, laugh a lot.

After dinner, we kissed. I believe she approached me more than I approached her. I was still thinking about being careful not to misinterpret or act wrong in some way. The kiss was lightning. I mean it was a long full hug and amazing kiss that sent shock waves throughout my body.

I was imagining that in the coming weeks she and I might start getting really close.

After the kiss, I was getting ready to get in my little pickup truck and head home, but she grabbed my hand and pointed at her moped, indicating I should put it in my truck. It took me a little while to tie it upright in the back of my truck. All the while I was wondering if this evening was going to go the way I thought it might go.

She pointed the way, and I found her apartment. I unloaded the moped and helped her lock it up. Kazuko invited me in and immediately set about in her kitchen making us some tea.

After we had nearly finished the tea, not really saying much of anything, because we couldn’t, she grabbed a quarter, and flipped it onto the table. She was trying to indicate something.

She jestured a lot, I kept looking confused, and she kept tossing the coin on the table and laughing. After one toss the quarter landed heads-up, she took off a little barrette she was wearing in her hair. Call me thick, but I still didn’t get it. She flipped it again, and it landed tails up. She then did something really weird. She indicated I should stand up. She reached right out to my belt, unbuckled it and, giggling, she slid it off me. Ah, now I understood!

She flipped the coin again and it came up tails again. I removed my shirt.

The next toss was heads, so she removed her blouse. She was wearing a bra underneath, so it was no big deal. Still, my heart was beating fast, and I was in a sort of heaven with anticipation.

Tails again, and I lost my shorts. There I was in front of Kazuko in nothing but my briefs.

This time I flipped the coin, convinced that it would come up heads, and she’d take off her bra. But no, tails again. After quite a bit of laughter, shyness, and useless gesturing, since I wasn’t taking any action, she gently grabbed the edges of my underpants at my hips, and pulled them down. It’s a good thing she did, because I’m so shy I don’t know whether I could have done that. As they were coming down, she had to stop and pull the band away from my erection which was otherwise preventing the removal of the underwear. She laughed. It’s not that I’m small down there. I’m not large either. She was just laughing good naturedly at our current situation.

You’d think I would have been embarrassed to have her seeing me erect like that, and I was a little, but more than anything, I was inordinately proud. I don’t know why, I just was.

We tossed the coin a few more times, and the damn thing kept coming up tails. Finally, in mock frustration, she just took off the rest of her stuff.

My oh my what a girl! Her tits were truly small, but that didn’t affect me in the slightest. Her nipples were rather large in comparison. Her crotch area was totally bald. I believe she must have been lasered, because as I was soon to find out, her vagina was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. I was surprised to see that her inner labia were really quite dark, more than I remembered when I saw her on the ladder that time.

Again grabbing me by my hand, she led me, stumbling over the pile of our clothing, into her bedroom where she rather roughly pushed me down onto her futon, and squatted down beside me. She didn’t sit. She squatted in that wonderful style that Asian people have. She reached right out and put her warm little hand around my erection. I almost ejaculated right there on the spot.

Fortunately, she let go after only a few seconds. We then started hugging and kissing, and basically rolling all over her little futon.

After a good ten minutes of that, she got up, rummaged around in a dresser drawer for a moment, and came back with a little packet. I wasn’t particularly sexually experienced at that time, so it took me a moment to realize that was a condom. She tore it open, and proved that she wasn’t sexually experienced either as she tried to unroll it upside down on my penis, before figuring out she had to flip it over.

I wish I could tell you that the rest of the evening went perfectly, but the fact is before she got the condom fully on me, I started ejaculating and quickly went all soft. However, I was sexually wise enough to give her lots of attention.

It turns out that Kazuko just loves having fingers very lightly rubbed over her little nipples. She also loves having them kissed. They stick up like little almost-black pencil erasers when aroused. After that, I spent a good half-hour licking her beautiful little pussy to orgasm after orgasm. The reason I know she had multiple orgasms is I had put one index finger against her anus, which brought a moan of joy from her. I pressed in a little and she was obviously enjoying that. I pulled my finger away, coated it with her copious pussy juice, and then slowly, ever so slowly slipped it fully into her tiny little anus as I continued to lick her clit. I could feel her orgasmic contractions that went on non-stop for a good five minutes. Until then, I didn’t even know women could do that. In fact, later I learned that most women don’t have multiple ongoing orgasms like Kazuko.

Another thing about Kazuko that may surprise you is she is surprisingly wet. When we were done that evening, there was a spot six inches in diameter of wetness on the sheet over her futon. She’s wet like that every time. In fact sometimes, she’ll leave a wet spot a foot in diameter. I love that!

That was our first time. I didn’t take long for her and I to figure out we are the ones. Of course, I learned not to cum the moment she tries putting on a condom. These many years later, we don’t bother with condoms any more. We’ve already had two children, and wouldn’t mind a third.

We find ourselves hugging close and connected in bed almost every night. Sometimes we don’t even orgasm. We just lay together with my hard penis deep in her pussy, until I fall asleep, my penis goes soft and falls out.

It’s now been eight years. We were married seven years ago. Kazuko has since learned more English than I ever knew. I have to confess, I can still barely count to ten in Japanese. By marrying me, she became a US citizen. I found out she had been a nurse in Japan, but didn’t really like that profession. That’s what brought her to Hawaii. At first, she was on vacation just to contemplate what she might do other than nursing. Somehow she met Emily who owned the property and got the temporary job as a gardener. Years later she told me she knew she found her calling on that very first day on the job with me. She’s still a gardener, as am I, but we only work on our own property. My shoulder tendinitis healed many years ago.

Emily and Jim both passed within months of each other several years ago. Kazuko and I were not surprised when their lawyer called us into his office. We thought he was going to us we were fired. It seems Jim and Emily, who never had any children, willed their property and all their assets to us. We set up a charitable foundation, but kept the property and a few million dollars for our children and ourselves.

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Wanking For Mom and Dad

Not long after turning eighteen, I did something stupid in school. I was sitting behind this girl in AP biology class. She has flowing red hair, and she’s thin, sort of hour-glass shaped, and the teacher had been talking in very general terms about reproduction. Well, all this led up to me being incredibly horny.

Now, you’d think I would be smarter than this, but my brain at that moment was being ruled by my penis. I was in the last row in the classroom. The only person back there in that row with me was Keith, a friend with whom I had jerked off a couple of times on camping trips. I figured if I were to pull down my pants a little bit, and kind of jerk off, it would be OK. The only one who would see me would be Keith.

So that’s what I did. The problem was Keith. I had my pants just sort of lowered down, and had my hard prick in one hand, bu Keith started smiling all big and snickering. I knew I had to quit right away because he was attracting too much attention. I tried really hard to get my pants back up, but I was kind of sitting on the back part of my pants, and they were kind of stuck under my ass. I was afraid to sit up a little bit, in case my prick could be seen over the top of the desk. I was frantically struggling as Mrs. Hawkes, the teacher, stopped in mid-sentence, and walked to the back of the room. Well, I got my pants up in the nick of time, but not before she saw my squirming and pulling my fly up.

It was off to the principal’s office for me, probably the most embarrassing incident in my life. He called my mom, who never answers her phone. But this time she did, and he told her in no uncertain terms that I was caught masturbating in class.

Even though my parents are way cool compared to many others, almost rebellious in their hippie-like ways, I was so fully dreading coming home to face the music that I practically peed my pants on the bus on the way home. My parents are kind of older, and they really were hippies back in the day. They had been at a thing called the Summer of Love in a place called Height-Ashbury. But, they can be strict, too. For instance, I’m going to college, no doubt about it. I had wanted to become an artist, but no, they absolutely won’t allow that. I have to choose between a career in medicine, software engineering or law. Well, they say after I get a degree, I can become an artist if I still want. I do want. I’d like to specilize in drawing nudes. But that’s a whole ‘nother story.

So I got home, and Mom was like, “Wait ’till your father gets home.” She wouldn’t talk any more about it. All I could do was go up to my room and work on calculus homework. It was hard to keep my mind on the math. To tell you the truth, I couldn’t see very well. My eyes were tearing up. Yes, I was pretty much crying. I knew I had so fully fucked up.

Finally, finally, after dinner, my mom told my dad what had happened. To my absolute shock, he didn’t yell or anything. He smiled and said, “A chip off the old block, eh?”

I had no idea what he meant.

My mom kicked in with a basic lecture on why masturbating in class is a bad thing. As if! I mean, I totally knew that was so fucked up, but I guess I had been horny, and that made me stupid. In fact, that’s what Mom said. That the horniness made me stupid.

So what was my punishment? I knew it would be bad. I mean, even though my parents had never hit or spanked me, they had a disappointed way of looking at me that just wrecked me. One time two years earlier when I started a small fire in the backyard that almost got out of hand, their punishment, typical for them, was I had to wear my coat inside-out for a week. You may not think that’s a big deal, but it was the saddest week of my life. I just felt so embarrassed and terrible.

To my amazement, there was to be no punishment for wanking in school. My mom said she masturbated at that age. That’s really more info than I wanted to hear. I mean, who wants to think of their own mother masturbating? Then my father added that he did too, and still does. Geez Dad!

On the other hand, I wasn’t getting away without something. The something they planned was weirder than the worst punishment I could imagine. I guess with my crazy parents, I shouldn’t have been surprised.

Together they came up with the plan, explaining that jerking off is not a crime. Being horny is not a crime, but it has no place in the classroom. So they wanted to make sure I would not be horny in school. Their crazy plan floored me: I was to get up 20 minutes earlier than normal. I had to jerk off every morning before going to school. Worse, they were going to watch to make sure I did it, and it was going to start the very next morning.

Now by myself, in the privacy of my own room, I had jerked off a lot in the afternoons, and a number of times at night, but never in the mornings. There was never enough time.

As you can imagine, I had a super-difficult time getting to sleep that night. I was so freaked out. I mean, my parents hadn’t seen me nude since I was old enough to bathe and dress myself, like maybe five years old. Now, I had to not only be naked in front of them, but to ejaculate. As I tried to get to sleep, my heart was beating like a million beats per minute. I tossed and turned for hours in absolute dread. But something else was stirring in me also. There was a weird degree of horniness as I was thinking about jerking off in front of an audience, my parents, in the morning. So there I was, scared, frantic even, and yet horny at the same time. I tried wanking at around midnight as I was still tossing and turning, but I couldn’t even get hard.

I was so groggy when the alarm clock went off twenty minutes early. I did have to pee, so I crossed the hall in my underpants into the bathroom. I peed, I washed up, and brushed my teeth, my heart pounding again.

My mom called me downstairs. I was still in nothing but underpants. I thought of putting something on, but realized that this was the point of no return. No sense dressing for what was to come next. She told me to sit on the washing machine. We have one of those European ones that washes and dries all in one operation. It lives in the kitchen and it’s at just the right height to sit on.

“Sit.” She loudly commanded, but with a kind of smile, or what you might consider a smirk on her face.

So, I sat on the washer. It had been running and I had mildly noticed the pleasant vibrations as I sat there.

“No, take your underwear off.”

“Mom!” I protested, but with a stare over the top of her glasses, I knew what I had to do. I pulled off my underpants, set them on the edge of the washing machine, and then sat down on the machine.

For the first time since before I could remember, I was naked in front of my own mother, and it was not a pleasant experience. I was embarrassed beyond words. What, exactly, I was embarrassed about, I can’t really say. Just maybe something about being naked like that.

Just then my dad wandered into the kitchen sipping his morning cup of hot cocoa. He stared right between my legs, as if he was seeing something very interesting. Then he looked away.

“You shave down there?”

Gosh, as if I wasn’t already embarrassed enough! I explained that all the kids are doing that these days, or at least many of them. Or at least Keith did, but of course I didn’t say anything about him to my mom and dad.

I understood the plan they described the evening before, but my dad felt a need to summarize, calling me by a name he uses only when he really wants to drill something in:

“We want you to have an orgasm, Buster, so you won’t be horny and act improperly in school.”

My voice was surprisingly weak when I asked, almost in a squeaky whisper, “You mean, just jerk off right here?”

“Yup, that’s exactly what we mean,” my mom answered.

I don’t usually stand up to my parents. I mean all the times we’ve ever disagreed, I knew that they were coming from love, knew more than me, and even hippie-like though they were, they always knew what was right. But this time was just too weird. Plus, the last thing I felt like doing was jerking off. I mean, even if they weren’t there. I really wanted to just say “No,” put my underwear back on and walk away. Instead, I just hesitantly sat there.

“Well, go on,” Dad chimed in.

I felt sick. Literally sick. But what could I do? I reached down and touched my wilted little penis with one hand. Mom and Dad were staring right at me. Geez! Geez frickin’ crap!

I spread my legs across the top of the washing machine to give me better access. A wave of something, I don’t know, I guess it was like fear, flooded over me as I realized my parents could see my prick and balls and everything even more clearly.

I did as I was told and started working my hand up and down my totally soft penis. My mom walked over and refilled her coffee as my dad kept watching and sipping his cocoa. I just kept wanking. What else could I do? It seemed like a very long time, but I guess it was only maybe five minutes, while they kept watching, but in a more distracted way. Dad was trying to read something on his phone at the same time, and mom was doing something with the coffee pot. I kept wanking. What choice did I have? It was starting to normalize for me. My heart which had been beating maybe 120 beats per minute slowed down to a hundred.

Then, the washing machine kicked into a spin cycle, causing a much stronger vibration. To my total surprise, that set me off, and my penis started to harden up. Not completely, but it wasn’t totally soft any more.

Mom, ever the joker, said to my dad, “Look Frank, our boy is growing up!”

He snorted out a brief laugh. I have to admit, I kind of smiled. Maybe in other circumstances it would have been quite funny, but to me, it was sort of embarrassing-funny at the time.

Another minute went by, and I had become fully erect. Not another minute passed, and I was spurting cum all over the top of the washing machine. Oddly, it was one of the strongest orgasms of my life. I have to admit, even with them standing there not 5 feet from me, and watching intently, I enjoyed that orgasm very much.

Mom clapped her hands with a smile on her face. Dad said, “I knew you could do it,” and laughed at his own joke.

However, not twenty seconds later, a wave of shame came over me. I grabbed my underpants and ran out of the kitchen.

Talk about not concentrating in school. It was a horrible day, learning-wise. That evening, no one spoke of the whole thing until at dinner, my sister, back from college for a few days, spoke up saying, “I heard I missed quite a show!”

Evidently, she heard about the whole thing. I really wished my parents hadn’t said anything to her. I mean, really. That was so embarrassing.

My mom looked at her like, “You weren’t supposed to let him know we told you that.”

Dad said, “Careful young lady, or we’re going to make you do the same thing.”

My sister made a face, cryptically said, “I like the washing machine,” but then didn’t say another word.

You may think this is weird, but I jerked off again before going to sleep. And what was I thinking about? Right, I was remembering the washing machine jerk in the morning, especially the part about Mom and Dad watching.

The next morning, I had to do the same thing. This was not a one-off as I had hoped. What I had kind of assumed is that my parents would forget about it, or be satisfied with that single time.

Here’s where it gets weird. I actually wanted to do it again, or at least a little bit. I especially wanted my sister to be there. Go Figure! She wasn’t there. She left early to drive back to campus. Again my heart was beating really fast. Again there was my mom with her coffee and my dad with his hot chocolate, and me sitting naked on the washing machine.

This time, even though the washer wasn’t running, I was erect right from the start, which actually concerned me. What would my parents think if they figured I was enjoying this? I decided not to worry about that.

I did the deed. It took only around five minutes, and again I was spurting cum on the top of the washing machine. It was rather joyous. I was alright with my parents watching this time. OK, I have to admit, I was rather proud to have them watch me. How weird is that?

Let me bring this account to an end. Here’s what happened: The three of us repeated this activity for about a week even through the weekend. One day, my dad was not standing there holding his hot chocolate. He had set it on the table in front of him, sat down, took off his own underwear, and wanked right along with me. I couldn’t see his penis under the edge of the table, but it was obvious that he was having a good time. Meanwhile, my mom was all smiles.

Over the course of a few weeks, I’d wank every morning right there in the kitchen. My parents started to pay less and less attention. My dad didn’t wank any more. My mom never did. She never even stepped out of her clothing. I know it’s kind of weird, but I would have enjoyed watching her nude and masturbating. I would really have liked to see my sister nude and fingering herself. But that never happened. She never even saw me doing it. I kind of wish I had the opportunity to have her watch me.

Then, it started to be where I would be a little late one morning, or just didn’t feel like jerking off, and I’d skip it, and my parents didn’t care. Oh, I still wanked at least daily, but I think I’m more of an evening guy. I’d jerk off in bed, more often than not picturing one of my morning sessions with my parents. Pretty soon, I was almost never jerking off in the kitchen any more. Then it was off to college.

I believe my parents’ crazy plan has been really helpful. In the dorm room, my roommate and I can wank whenever we want, right in front of each other. That’s great freeing. I would never have even imagined such a thing if it hadn’t been for those morning wanks in my family’s kitchen. I feel like I am very balanced about masturbation. I don’t feel it’s a guilty pleasure like what so many other people seem to feel. Oh, and wanking in the mornings in the dorm as often as I do, I’m never horny in class. My pre-med studies are going great!

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Masturbating with Friends and Family Members

Masturbating with Friends and Family Members

I found this thread on Reddit:

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s the best!

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

Sounds rad!

Hot id love to hear about it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So fucking hot

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

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

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

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

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

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

Could use a few of those too, lucky man

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

Thats insane 🤯

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

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

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

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

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

Would love to hear more about it!

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

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

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

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

Did you cum too?

Putting a pillow on my face, yeah

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

I had to bite my lips so hard 🫢

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

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

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

Friend yes it was great

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Female

Amazing, what a great life 💕

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

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

With college roommates and 1 close friend

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

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

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

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

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

Many friends i masterbated with and loved it

Jerked off with my grandpa. It was so nice.

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

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

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

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

Yes to a family member and friends.

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Falling in a Cold Lake with an Old Dude

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, sorry,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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AAA Battery

I found that although tight, I can insert a triple A battery entirely into my urethra. It has to be sterilized with alcohol, and well-lubed. I find there is a restriction about 1 centimeter beyond the peehole, but with patience, I stretched it, and pushed past that. I felt the tightness of the battery sliding in. There was a minor stinging sensation, but very slight.

Using my fingertip, I finally pushed the battery all the way into my urethra until it entirely disappeared from sight. It felt great. I walked around with the battery in my erection for a few minutes. I could feel the extra weight. I did keep checking that the battery wasn’t sliding further down into my cock. I think it’s unlikely it would get past my sphincters, but still, it was a concern.

Finally, I jacked off with the battery still in and it delightfully blocked my cum.

After I settled down, I pushed on the bottom of my battery, through the underside of my cock. It took a moment but then the battery reaappeared, followed by the remains of my cumshot. For the next day, peeing stung a little bit.

I’m going have to do this again someday soon, maybe with two batteries next time.

For those who are interested in this sort of thing, you might enjoy Personal Experiences with Sounding

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25 Years Between Massage Parlor Happy Endings

by Spurtz

25 Years Between Massage Parlor Happy Endings
That’s Spurtz’s actual penis, but a different woman in the picture

I’ve been toying with the idea of hitting a local massage parlor for a handjob. I need a little break from doing all the work myself. I found a place online that appeared to provide happy endings. And less than ten minutes from my house.

I actually made it to the place this morning. Tiny little hole-in-the-wall. Doesn’t even have a sign out front. Just a small “Massage” sign in the front window which is otherwise blacked out.

I went into a little reception area and rang a bell. A Korean gal came out and ushered me in before I even had a chance to enquire about prices. But at that point I was committed.

She was just average looking. OK, but nothing special. Probably 35 or so. Sixty bucks for a half hour. She barely spoke English and when I asked her about “extras” she just stared at me. I wasn’t in the mood to fuck around so I said I wanted a hand-job and gave the universal demonstration by moving my hand back and forth.

Still no reaction from her but she did grab my package and squeezed it. I gave her a hundred dollar bill and she left. Came back with two twenties and I told her to keep it. “Not enough” she said. I asked how much? She said $20. I thought $120 was too much but how do you haggle with someone that doesn’t communicate, so I gave her another $20.

She told me to get undressed and left the room for a few minutes. When she got back I was naked and was leaning against the table stroking my erect cock. Since I wasn’t totally sure we were both on the same page as to what I wanted, I figured that would get my point across. It did.

She instructed me to lay down on the massage table. No massage preliminary stuff. She went directly to the real reason I was there. She liberally lubed up my cock and actually gave me a first class handjob. Didn’t last as long as I would have liked but her expertise made me cum much quicker than I expected. Felt about 100 times better than when I do it. Then she cleaned me up with some hot towels and proceeded to give me a decent massage.

The only negative was I like to watch. But once I got on the table she dimmed the lights way down. Plus lying flat on my back, it was not possible to comfortably raise my head high enough to see what she was doing. I wish I could have seen it because no handjob I have ever had felt the same. Or as good.

I had some reservations as to whether Mr. Happy would be up to the task since it’s been 18 months since the last time I was with a partner for sex. Plus I’m getting along in years and you never know if everything will be “up” to one’s expectations. Thankfully all my parts worked just the way they are supposed to. Almost too well since I had hoped it would take me longer to cum.

All told, I was happy, but still think $120 was a bit too much. But I am out of touch with what the going rate is so maybe that’s the usual cost. The only other time I was at a massage parlor was 25 years ago. It was $40 for a half hour, another $20 for a handjob, $40 for a blowjob and I think it was $60 for a fuck.

She did volunteer that I did well for a 60 year old guy. When I told her I was 89, she about shit a brick. She also commented about how clean I was. Especially picked up my white socks (which were brand new) and said “Very clean. I like clean.” I got the same thing at the only other massage parlor I’ve ever been to so I suspect that a lot of the customers they get aren’t all that clean. Probably blue collar workers who go there right from work.

I never saw anybody else at the place. The bell did ring once but fortunately not while she was performing her “service” for me. But if somebody did come in, or there was another woman working there, I never heard or saw them.

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My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work

by Spurtz

The Sara Series:
Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock
Sara Loves Giving Handjobs
Sara Finds a New Way for Both of Us to Cum
Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

Finally Sara Lines Up Some Strange Pussy for Me.

My wife Sara is a real piece of work. A virgin when I first met her, she has turned into a major cock slut, especially when she found out I got off on watching her have sex. Her most recent kink was buying a strapless strap-on cock that she used to fuck my ass. At first I wasn’t crazy about the idea but after experiencing it I found it was a lot more pleasurable than I had expected. Then she pointed out that the strap-on was shaped a lot like our friend Jerry’s dick and suggested that maybe having a real cock up my rectum would feel even better.

So she called Jerry and he was all for it. She also told him to expect to have my hard prick up his ass and he said that was even better. You may remember Jerry from my previous stories. His cock has a pronounced upward curve and he also sports one of the hardest erections of any of the many guys who have sampled my wife’s pussy.

Once Jerry arrived and we all stripped down, Sara said she had to suck Jerry’s dick to get it good and hard. What a bullshit story. The guy’s dick was already so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it. Sara just wanted to give him a blowjob. As usual, I went along with it. Seeing her slide her lips over his hardness just made my own cock into a fucking bar of steel. She only spent a few minutes sucking him off because she was anxious to watch him penetrate my ass.

I got down on all fours and Jerry probed the tip of his lubed-up dick around my asshole. And slowly worked it in. It was bigger than Sara’s strap-on and a bit uncomfortable at first but Jerry took it slow and pretty soon he had all seven inches buried to the hilt. As he stroked in and out of me, I felt his hand reach around and grab my cock. Then he pumped my cock with his fist in rhythm to pumping my ass with his prick. Without me knowing it, Sara had inserted the strapless strap-on into her cunt and proceeded to cornhole Jerry with it. So in a fit of total ecstasy, the three of us were fucking away. Before too long I felt Jerry’s body stiffen and streams of jism spurted from his cock into my anal canal while I simultaneously had my own orgasm as Jerry gripped my dick and furiously stroked me off. Sara squealed in delight when she saw multiple streams of semen spurting out from under my body.

After a bit of rest and relaxation, we traded places and I fucked Jerry while Sara fucked me. Eliciting more cum from both Jerry’s and my cock.

The next day Sara and I talked about how much fun we had. And we did have fun but I was not totally happy with the fact that all of our group sex involved just Sara and multiple male partners. I secretly wanted more pussy involved. However, I did have to accept the fact that it was much easier for one woman to fuck five or six guys in one session than it would be for me to fuck multiple women. But I would like to give it a shot.

I asked Sara if she had ever considered having sex with a woman? She looked at me with surprise on her face and admitted that she had never considered it. I suggested that maybe we should try it to bring something new to our sex lives.

“Something new?” she asked. “I think you just want another cunt to fuck.”

“So what,” I countered. “it’s ok for you to have six sex partners at once and I can’t even have two?”

“OK,” Sara replied. “I know the perfect person. There is this terrific looking girl in my gym class. Jill flirts like crazy with both the men and the women. She’s come on pretty strong to me and I suspect she would be willing to join us.”

After Sara’s most recent gym class she reported to me that Jill was interested in some group play. Sara also invited Jerry because she said what she had in mind required another guy. I figured she just want more dick available than I could supply. But I was looking forward to seeing what Jill had to offer. Sara had already made all the arrangements and both Jill and Jerry would be knocking on our door at any minute.

They both showed up and Jill definitely did not disappoint. She was not only beautiful but had an awesome body. I couldn’t wait to see her naked. And I didn’t have to wait long. Sara, not one to delay the proceedings, invited us all into the master bedroom and immediately started stripping. No one wanted to be the only clothed person in the room and it didn’t take long for four naked bodies to be on display. That fucking Jerry already had a full erection and I wasn’t far behind.

“Ooh, Jerry,” Jill purred, “I love the way your dick is curved. I bet it feels as good as it looks.” What about me? I wondered. My dick is bigger than Jerry’s and nobody’s commenting on it. But Jill surprised me when she wrapped her hand around my cock and started jerking me off. “Let’s get it good and hard, big boy,” she exclaimed. “Sara has been telling me what a stud you are.”

Sara, always in charge, squeezed the head of Jerry’s cock and explained what she wanted us to do. “You all have heard of a circle jerk. But this will be a circle suck. I want everybody to lay on the floor, roughly in a circle. Both us girls will have your cocks in our mouths and you two guys will have our pussies in your face.”

We all got in the position she described and it actually worked out more easily than one would expect. My face was buried in Jill’s pussy, while Sara took my prick her mouth. Jerry lapped away at Sara’s cunt while Jill want to work on his dick with her talented tongue. All four of us sucked and licked away but as in all sexual couplings where participants are both giving and receiving at the same time, it’s hard to concentrate on one or the other. It was a lot of fun but Sara had more ideas.

The two girls scissored their pussies together and now it was Sara’s turn to suck Jerry while Jill’s expertise at sucking a hard cock was put to the test on me. Omigod, I thought Sara gave great head but Jill took my entire seven inches right to the balls and sucked and sucked so expertly that there was no way I could hold out for very long. After way too short a time, I could feel the cum building and before I could do anything to stop it, I felt powerful spurt after spurt of semen explode down Jill’s throat. She kept on sucking with a level of expertise that I had never experienced before.

I looked over to see Sara doing a number on Jerry’s dick. She seemed to be more animated than usual. Maybe seeing the fantastic job Jill was doing on me spurred her on to greater heights of sucking. Watching her lips slide down and then back up Jerry’s cock to the point where most of his cockhead was exposed, really turned me on. Then her lips would slide down over the prominent coronal ridge and continue down the shaft. This sight had me cranked up almost as much as what Jill was doing to me. Combined, the two experiences just kept more and more cum shooting from my prick. And Jill not only swallowed every drop but kept sucking even harder. Then she shoved a finger up my ass. Omigod!

I heard Jerry cry out and looked over to see his entire body convulsing as his orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. Sara’s head bobbed up and down frantically and then she pulled off and grabbed his dick. Sara loved to see the cum fly and fly it did. Jerry was a major cummer and she jacked his load all over her face and into her mouth.

While all this fantastic sucking was taking place, the girls were furiously scissoring their sopping wet cunts together and both appeared to experience mind-blowing orgasms.

Thankfully Jill let my cock slip out of her mouth and flop onto my thigh. Thankfully, because the after-orgasm sensation in my dick was incredibly intense. I looked down to see the last vestiges of cum drool from the tip. Jill licked up every drop and took the head of my cock in her mouth and very gently sucked it dry. Sara was doing the same to Jerry’s still erect prick. I was torn between being jealous or loving seeing my wife sucking another man’s dick.

The four of us lay there in post-orgasmic bliss. Unable to move. After a round of drinks and some recuperative time, Sara suggested that we do some good old fashioned fucking. Before the night was over I fucked Jill and Sara both and Jerry surprised as all by fucking Sara once and Jill twice. As Jerry climaxed into Jill the second time, he pulled out and ejaculated onto her stomach and tits as Sara and I watched in amazement. His dick was bright red, shiny with Jill’s juices, and still amazingly hard. And even though it was his third orgasm of the evening, it was just as powerful and voluminous as the first. As a special tribute to Jerry’s abilities, the three of us took turns sucking his cock clean of semen. I capped the evening off by getting down between Jill’s legs to suck her pussy clean of all her heavenly juices and breathe in the aroma of a freshly fucked pussy.

One of the things I really liked about jill was that in addition to loving to fuck, she really got off on cocks. Sara does too, but not to the extent that Jill does. For example, my penis is partially circumcised. By that I mean that a lot of excess skin is missing but I still have enough foreskin to cover most of the head. Any time Jill was getting down and dirty with my dick, she always wanted the foreskin pulled all the way back so she could focus on my dickhead. She also really got off on fondling and squeezing my nuts as well and licking and sucking them while she rolled my foreskin back and forth with one hand while thrusting a finger or two up my ass with the other. She would alternate massaging my dick with either her hand or mouth. She had a genuine clinical interest in my genital package. And she did the same with Jerry’s equipment. And she always let out a surprised squeal when the cum started shooting, even though she obviously knew it was coming.

In between the fucking, the two girls got each other off as their talented tongues worked over each other’s clits. Something new for Sara. But Jill appeared to be an old hand at muff-diving.

At the evening’s end, I felt really invigorated that I was able to experience some strange pussy and Jill’s extremely talented oral ministrations. It was great that my wife Sara was looking out for me and not just her own carnal desires.

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Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

by Spurtz

The Sara Series:
My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work
Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock
Sara Loves Giving Handjobs
Sara Finds a New Way for Both of Us to Cum

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?” I wanted to know.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So that’s exactly what we did.

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Sara Finds a New Way For Both of Us to Cum

By Spurtz

The Sara Series:
My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work
Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock
Sara Loves Giving Handjobs
Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

After the session with six guys, Sara couldn’t stop raving about how much fun it was to have six hard pricks to play with. Seven counting mine, although she never actually serviced me. She also went on and on about how great it felt to fuck the guy with the coke can sized cock. Of course every time she went on about his dick, it just made me feel more inadequate.

She insisted that we have threesomes with the guy, whose name is Nick, at least once a week because she loved the way his monster cock felt in her cunt. These weren’t really threesomes because there wasn’t anything I could do with the guy’s big cock. It was too big around to even get in my mouth. The “threesomes” really ended up with Sara fucking the shit out of the guy’s monster cock while I watched and jerked off.

Luckily she tired of the guy after a few weeks. He had zero personality and there was no way to carry on an intelligent conversation with him. Obviously dick size isn’t everything to a woman. So he more or less faded into the sunset. Of the other five guys, only one of them really appealed to her. That was #1, whose real name was Jerry. He was the guy with the curved dick who won the award for the hardest hard-on.

She contacted him and we had a few threesomes with him. Those were fun because I got to fully participate, plus Jerry liked to suck my cock as much as he liked to fuck my wife. And I liked to suck his dick which really was super hard. We all three enjoyed masturbating both cocks.

But all things run their course. Eventually Sara needed something new. “Honey,” she said, “I’m thinking about something else we can do that we’ve never done before.”

Oh, shit, I thought, what cockamamie idea has she come up with now? Probably something that will further humiliate me. Maybe she’ll want to fuck ten guys while I watch. “What’s your idea, babe?” I ventured.

“Let’s buy a strap-on so I can fuck your ass. What do you think? Most of the stuff we’ve done is for my benefit. So I think it’s time we came up with something for your benefit,” she replied.


Sara pegging, a new way to cum

My benefit? Where does she come up with this shit? If we were going to do something for my benefit, it would be three high school cheerleaders fighting to see who could take my cum load down their throat. My benefit is not having some rubber cock shoved up my ass. But I couldn’t tell her that.

“That would be different, for sure,” I replied. “But what fun is that for you?”

“Well, I like the idea of being totally in control. Having you has my boy toy. Plus some of those strap-ons have battery operated vibrators that will stimulate my clit while I am pumping your ass full of cock. C’mon, be a sport. Give it a try.”

“Ok, I’ll go along with it but don’t buy one that has a monster cock on it. I don’t want some giant dildo shoved up my ass,” I replied.

“Why don’t we go to the local porno shop and pick one out together,” she suggested.

So we did. The one she picked out did have a smaller than usual cock on it but it was still a good 6” long. I wasn’t too concerned about the length. It was the girth that scared me. We finally agreed on one that had a very realistic looking cock on it that was about 4” in circumference which was about 1.25” in diameter. She thought that was pretty small but it looked big to me. As we were examining it in front of the clerk at the sex shop, she said, “Honey, are you sure you can’t take something bigger than this? Don’t you want your ass to be really filled up like I do when Nick fucks me with that huge cock?”

The clerk’s jaw dropped and nearly hit the floor. I’m sure he never heard any woman talk so openly. My face was burning with shame from even admitting in front of a stranger that I wanted to be fucked in the ass. The device Sara was holding was a strapless version that had a u-shaped hook on the end that went up her vagina and stayed in place. Right where it pressed against her clit was vibrating pad. It was on sale for $36. I handed the guy a fifty and told him to keep the change so we could get the hell out of there.

Sara couldn’t wait to try it out when we got home. She put the batteries in it and liberally coated it with K-Y jelly. She had me lay on my back and spread my legs. Then she lubed up my asshole and inserted the thing inside her pussy. She got down between my legs and directed the head of the dildo right at my asshole. I had my knees pulled up giving her more access to the promised spot.

“Relax, babe,” Sara said, “I’ve read up on this and if you tense up, it will hurt much worse. If you totally relax it might hurt just a bit at first but once it’s up inside you and I start pumping away, you will love it.”

I hoped she knew what she was talking about and I tried to relax. I was a bit surprised that my dick was fully hard. Based on videos I’d seen, I assumed my hard-on would go away once she started fucking me. I never understood why some guys lost their erections while being fucked.

The dildo started to penetrate my asshole. I tried to totally relax my entire body as Sara kept pushing it in. The head slid past my sphincter and although there was a bit of pain, it was starting to feel pretty good. I could even feel some of the vibrations. As she began to pump away I was shocked at how good it felt. She had both hands on my thighs and pushed my legs back just like I did when I fucked her. I could feel the coronal ridge of the dildo rubbing on the inside of my ass and it felt fantastic. I had read that the anal canal was loaded with nerve endings which was why some women actually preferred to be ass-fucked. I hadn’t fucked Sara in the ass yet but her day was coming.

I looked down at my cock and unlike many of the gay videos I had seen, my prick was rock hard and throbbing with each thrust Sara was giving me. After a good ten minutes of steady fucking, I knew she had cum at least three or four times and now it was my turn. Without even touching my rigid cock, the semen started spurting out with amazing force. The first shot just made it to my chest but the second one blasted me right in the face. I opened my mouth to try to catch any subsequent streams and was lucky to get several into my mouth.

Sara kept right on pumping as my dick kept spurting. Finally I was done and when Sara realized my orgasm was over, she pulled the dildo out of my ass. She leaned in and kissed me and licked a lot of the semen off of my face.

“How was it babe?” she wanted to know. “It was great,” I gasped, “far better than I expected. Looked like it was good for you too.”

“It was. In fact, now I want you to fuck my ass so I can experience what you did.” I needed a bit of recuperative time but after about a half hour I was ready to give Sara her first ass fucking. We went through all the same lube procedures and soon I had her legs up over my shoulders and started to penetrate her ass with my erection. My dick was somewhat bigger than the dildo so I wasn’t sure how it would go. But Sara knew how to totally relax her sphincter and my cock amazingly slid in much easier than either of us expected. My dick felt really good in her ass and I wondered why we had never done this before. She said the same thing.

As I pumped away, she had orgasm after orgasm, and finally I could take no more and unloaded another major cum load, this time in her ass. As we lay there in post-orgasm glow we talked about how great the experience had been for both of us getting ass-fucked. We agreed that this had to become a regular part of our sex lives.

“Sweetie,” she said, “whose cock does that dildo remind you of?” I knew she was talking about Jerry although his prick had a bit more curve to it, but it was close. “How would you feel about having a real dick up your ass, assuming Jerry is up for it?”

I knew Jerry would have no problem shoving his dick up my rectum and I said so. She immediately called him on the phone and asked him if he would like to fuck me in the ass and also take my cock up his back door. He was all for it and I knew she would want to fuck both of us with her new strapless strap-on dildo.

Jerry’s cock was a bit bigger around than the dildo but surprisingly, I was super curious as to what that would feel like. And I couldn’t wait to find out.

So now we had something new to look forward to. I also wondered what other ideas Sara would dream up.

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My Wife Sara Loves Giving Handjobs

By Spurtz

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

My Wife Sara Loves Giving Handjobs. And More.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So when is ‘next time?’” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I knew the evening was off to a glorious start.

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