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Our Obligation as Wankers


We have no obligation as wankers! Just go for it and have a good time, as long as you aren’t harming or even distressing others.

However, we do have at least two opportunities as wankers.

1. If you should happen to spread the word that masturbation is good, having several physical, mental and societal health advantages, and that everyone should feel free to do it, that will certainly help the world become a better place. As I’m sure you know, there are still lots of people stuck in old-school thinking that masturbation is somehow bad and should be avoided. These people must be terribly frustrated, and feel considerable shame when they can’t resist the urge and do masturbate. Let’s help them out of their misery.

It does take years for everyone to come out of wrong thinking. Those of us who are old enough remember how many years it took for most people to realize that cigarette smoking was devastating for health. So this is the opposite. Not wanking is bad for health.

2. You can be an ambassador for good. You can associate masturbation with good, healthy and moral action. For instance, you’ll see no mention of drinking, smoking, drug use, or treating others badly in this website. What if as your reward for free and easy masturbation, you get to live a good clean life, and set an example for others to do the same? This can work especially well if you participate in mutual masturbation, circle jerks, or similar get-togethers. It also works well if you masturbate privately, but discuss masturbation with co-workers, friends and family.

Your authors believe that in a wank-positive world, people would be less mean, generally kinder and more empathetic, and ultimately would lose interest in warfare. Perhaps the militaries of the future will combine forces to repair global warming and make sure everyone is fed and safe.

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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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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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Old Man’s Last Wank

I miss Joanie. She left me suddenly. We went to bed early that night. She wanted to ‘connect.’ That’s what we called it. Hugging her with my hard penis buried deep in her pussy and falling asleep together was something we had done from the day we were married 45 years earlier. Actually, we had been doing that even before we were married, but that was our little secret. Somehow, we never grew tired of that, and did it almost every night. Many times, we didn’t even orgasm, and that was fine. We kept finguring one of these days I’d stay hard after falling asleep and remain in her, but it never happened. My penis would soften and fall out. Sometimes she’d be asleep by then, sometimes not.

A couple of times, our kids came into our bedroom when we were connected. We quickly pulled up the blankets if necessary. I don’t think the children had any idea what they were interrupting. We’d always laugh about it once we got the kids back into their own beds.

So that night was like any other. The next morning she seemed especially silent. Not moving. I sensed something wasn’t quite right. I rolled over and put my hand on her shoulder. That’s when my heart jumped into my throat. She was cold, room temperature actually, and stiff as a board.

I knew immediately that she had left us. In a wild panic, I called my son. “Jason, what do I do?” Through the tears, his and mine, we called his sister, and then he made the arrangements. I was too messed up to contact anyone.

It was so unexpected. But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about that.

It’s been two years. Now, I’m laying here in bed kind of idly masturbating, and remembering the good times with Joanie. I remember when the kids were small, not a doctor and a manager like they are now.

I try not to remember Allison. She was our youngest. She discovered heroin and cocaine, spent a couple of years trying to maintain some sort of chemical-induced balance, during which we sprung her from jail a few times, our TV and household cash disappeared, and she crashed her car, twice. As quickly as we’d put her in rehab she’d be back on the streets. Despite it all, we offered to let her live with us, but she was too proud. She died on a cold November night in the dumpster area behind a Safeway, curled up in a ratty old sleeping bag.

Instead, I’m remembering Joanie. The good times, the deep intellectual conversations, or so we thought, and the laughter. I’m idly touching my penis, as I think about our sex life. Oh, we did more than ‘connecting.’ We were really quite open about our likes and dislikes. She loved sucking my penis. What she got out of that, I don’t really know, but she did enjoy it. I’d reciprocate by licking her vagina to a whole series of rapid-fire orgasms. I fully understand what she got out of that!

As I’m reminiscing, my penis is getting hard. Oh, not as hard as it used to before my prostate surgery, but it’s OK. I continue to rub, and soon that orgasmic feeling starts to build. You’d think after seventy-some years of orgasming it wouldn’t be so great. However, even though nothing comes out any more, the orgasms are still as delightful as ever.

I’m feeling sleepy. I’ve got a slight ache in my left shoulder. No surprise for someone my age, right? I’m kind of dizzy too. It’s the third night in a row that I felt that strange ache and light-headed after jerking off. I’ll bring up this up the next time I see my doctor. I’m really sleepy now. Well, I think I’ll just go ahead and get some sleep…

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Things That Embarrass Me

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

I guess I may be a bit of an exhibitionist.

I am not embarrassed to be seen naked.

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

I am not embarrassed to be seen naked and masturbating.

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

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

Embarrassing:

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

I am embarrassed to sing in public.

I am embarrassed to be seen brushing my teeth.

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

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

So that’s me. How about you?

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Like Einstein

Like Einstein, masturbation technique

This isn’t a report from a client. This was me. It’s a quick memoir and a sort of how-to guide about having extra-long periods of ejaculatory spasming or what I call ‘contracting.’

Einstein had a theory that wasn’t proven by scientific observation until 19 years later.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait that long.

About two years ago, I was playing around with a friend. He wanted me to pinch the tip of his penis closed just as he was ejaculating, so the cum would be trapped inside.

Just as he was going to cum, I pinched his peehole between my thumb and first finger. His dick started spasming, but of course nothing came out. Here’s the weird part: His urethra and perineal area kept on contracting and contracting, at least twice as long as a normal orgasm.

When he finally settled down, I let go, and the cum flowed out. We both really enjoyed that.

Since that time, I have hypothesized that the extra long orgasm was caused by the cum trapped inside, but somehow never got around to experimenting with it. But maybe it was just the excitement of trying a new experiment with me, his buddy.

This afternoon, I was playing with extended dry orgasms as I often do. For those who don’t know, with practice you can get to the point where you have orgasms, contractions and all, but nothing comes out, and you can do it for literally hours. You can also have longer orgasms that last for minutes at a time. All you have to do is practice edging, until you can maintain the balance easily, then you can go just a bit farther, ending up with dry orgasms. I’ve discovered that your body actually learns to help you. The more you do it, the easier it becomes.

So that’s what I was doing. After maybe 45 minutes, I went too far. I felt a full ejaculation coming on, but I wasn’t prepared. Not having anything handy to catch a mess, I pinched the tip of my dick closed. I felt the pressure from each contraction, but no pain. Not even any discomfort. It was really very nice. But the crazy thing is it didn’t stop. I just kept contracting and contracting. It lasted about three times longer than a normal orgasm.

So, my theory was proven! Then, being the good scientist I imagine myself to be, I thought I might video the same thing this evening. First, I did the dry orgasm thing over the course of about 20 minutes. Then I set up my phone and started videoing. I decided to go ahead and ejaculate while pinching my cockhead again, and sure enough. the contractions came. This time, they only lasted perhaps one and a half times as long as an ordinary orgasm. Maybe it was because I wasn’t as fully charged up as I had been earlier in the day. The video didn’t come out very well. I plan to continue my experiments with blocked ejaculations tomorrow, seeing if I can get longer orgasms, and get it on video.

I wonder if in the same way I learned to have these continuous dry orgasms, the technique of blocked ejaculation will evolve into something more spectacular? Like what I could learn to just keep ejaculating as long as I want? I truly think that might be possible.

I’ll keep you posted.

Please comment below. I live and write for your comments!

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Hot Tea Discovery

Hot Tea Masturbation Discovery

I discovered a surprisingly delightful little technique that ought to work for men and probably women too.

I was naked as usual, and just working on my computer, while absent-mindedly drinking hot tea from a mug. My fingers became quite warm while wrapped around that hot mug. Then, feeling slightly horny, I used that same hand to idly rub my already erect penis. What a surprise! The warm fingertips were really delightful.

I’d tell you that I ejaculated right away, but that’s not quite true. I orgasmed right away, but kept my semen in. I stayed in orgasm for quite a while, feeling the chills all over, and occasionally having contractions in my urethra. That’s something you can learn to do too. I have written about continuous orgasms here.

Once you learn the technique, it’s easy to maintain for as long as you want, and do it whenever you want. It’s as if your body knows what you you’re trying to do, and actually assists you in not cumming. So, it’s not something strenuous and perhaps slightly frustrating. Instead – with practice – it’s just wonderful all around! Enjoy!

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Boy’s Embarrassing Tape Incident

I was an eight-year-old boy. Like most kids of that age, when I had some private time in my room I played with my little penis. On this occasion, I thought it might be fun to wrap some Scotch tape around it just behind the glans. I applied the loop of tape and all was well. However, when I was ready to do something else, the tape had to be removed, right? But there was no way I could get it off. I couldn’t pull up the end with a fingernail because the tape was too thin and stuck together well. It also stuck to my skin, so when I tried various ways to peel it away, it simply wasn’t happening.

In tears, I ran out to him in the living room as he was reading the newspaper in his recliner. My mother and sister were in the living room also. I showed my dad what I had done. Without chastising me, he simply got some lighter fluid, poured it on the tape around my penis, waited for it to weaken the glue, then removed the tape. I seem to recall that for the whole time, I was erect.

Thinking back on that all these years later, I have three thoughts:

1. I wonder how that affected my father. Did it make him horny? Was he embarrassed to have to deal with such a situation? Was he terribly disappointed in his kid? What about my mother and sister? What were they thinking?

2. Why did I remain erect? You’d think with all that worry and embarrassment, I’d have gone soft right away.

3. I wish I had more information about boys’ sexuality and masturbating back then. Of course I couldn’t yet ejaculate, but obviously I was interested in my penis. I wish something like Boy’s Guide to Masturbation.

was available back then.

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What A Woman’s Orgasm Feels Like

On Quora, someone asked, “What does it feel like for a woman to have an orgasm?”

What follows is one woman’s answer:

It depends on the type of orgasm! Yes you read that right, women and guys are very different in the orgasm department. Guys just have one type, and typically they are one and done for a while. Meanwhile women have several types of orgasms that affect them differently and they can continue having orgasms over and over without a break.

I basically have 3 types of orgasms.

First is the Clitoral orgasm. This is the MAIN orgasm that most women experience!! It comes from, you guessed it, clitoral stimulation. This can be achieved during masturbation with fingers or any toys or random objects, getting fingered by someone, receiving oral sex, or even during missionary sex if the guy is angled right. Pretty much anything that rubs the clitoris in any way can cause a clitoral orgasm.

For me, this is an easy orgasm to achieve, and usually only takes me minutes or even under a minute. I am a horny person in general and typically always at least a little wet and ready to go so it happens quickly for me. I compare this to a man’s orgasm because it is so easy to achieve lmao. It feels like an intense contraction and spasm in my lower abdomen, pelvis, ass, vagina, and thighs. It’s like every muscle in that region contracts and releases in a pulsation-type motion that typically causes jerking movements in my hips and makes my toes curl. Needless to say, it feels AMAZING!

The downside is my vagina is superrrrr sensitive and almost ticklish after one of these orgasms. I can have orgasms like this over and over again but it’s like a pleasurable form of torture the more that I orgasm repeatedly this way. Also after orgasming once it typically makes the next orgasm come more easily. This produces a lot of wetness from my vagina, clear sticky sweet-tasting fluid. It is my most common orgasm that I have at least a couple of times daily.

Second is the vaginal orgasm. This happens less often than the clitoral orgasm because it is a bit harder to achieve and requires internal stimulation as opposed to external, as with the clitoral orgasm. This is mainly achieved through vaginal penetration, either by masturbation using fingers or inserting toys and objects, or through vaginal sex. I also often achieve this type of orgasm through anal sex and anal masturbation, likely because of the positioning and how the dick or toy thrusts the anal canal toward the vaginal canal.

Basically any type of vaginal or anal penetration can bring me to this type of orgasm. Like I said it is a little tougher to achieve because it takes a little longer than clitoral orgasms and the more stimulation the better the orgasm. Once achieved it makes each subsequent orgasm easier to achieve. This is felt mainly in the pelvic region, mostly the vagina. It is a very warm sensation with a slow and long contraction. It is like a very long and slow orgasm that can last for minutes if the stimulation continues. It’s a very relaxing type of orgasm that can make sex almost hypnotic when it occurs. This type of orgasm makes me wanna spread my legs eagle and just lay there and take whatever he has to throw at me. It makes sex incredibly pleasurable. It usually produces a different type of wetness from my vagina, a much thicker and creamier substance that tastes much stronger than the normal wetness and almost resembles the appearance of male cum.

Finally is the squirting orgasm. This is the most rare, but quite easy to obtain in you know what you’re doing. It is by far the most pleasurable so it’s well worth it. The key is being really turned on. Luckily for me being horny is my default so I find this orgasm easy to obtain in most instances. This is achieved similarly to the vaginal orgasm because it needs stimulation on the G-spot which is in the vagina. So I have been able to squirt by both vaginal and anal stimulation likely because of the positioning same as the vaginal orgasm. So any type of vaginal or anal penetration either by myself or someone else can get the job done, the key is stimulating that particular spot.

For me, I can achieve this orgasm in a couple of minutes, and most guys that try can do the same. Even guys who don’t try typically end up making me squirt because of how sensitive I am. The feeling of this type of orgasm resembles a clitoral orgasm, but on steroids!

The clitoral orgasm is more localized to that pelvic area, while the squirting orgasm is a full-body orgasm. Literally every part of my body from my head to my toes starts to shake uncontrollably, convulse, contract and relax rhythmically. It is soo strong that I lose the ability to control my own bodily functions and clear liquid comes pouring or shooting right out of my vagina from my urethra. All the while there is an incredible warmth and pleasure directly in the vagina. This normally lasts for up to 10–15 seconds but can linger for minutes. Also I find that once I squirt the first time it becomes easier for me to squirt and I do it more frequently. This is the most amazing orgasm a woman can experience and I try to at least give myself one daily!

So hopefully you have a better understanding of the female orgasms after reading this!

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Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock

By Spurtz

The Sara Series:
My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work
Sara Loves Giving Handjobs
Sara Finds a New Way for Both of Us to Cum
Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

My wife really loves to play with my dick and jack me off. And of course I love it. She likes to do all the other stuff too, but has become an incredible hand job artist. She gets so into it that she can actually achieve her own orgasms while pumping my cock.

We look at a lot of porn together. My computer is connected to a 42” monitor so we can really get the full experience of seeing sex onscreen. Lately we have started watching cuckhold porn where the wife in the video has sex with another man in front of the husband. Sometimes the husband just watches. Other times he jacks his own cock while watching, In the more extreme cuckhold videos, the husband even sucks the other guy’s cock and more.

My wife Sara typically plays with my cock while we watch porn. In some of the hotter cuckold videos, I have unexpectedly started shooting my cum before I even realized I was at that point.

“You really get off when the husband watches his wife jack off the other guy, don’t you?” Sara asked.

“I do,” I admitted, “There is something really hot about it.”

“Would you feel the same way watching me play with another man’s hard dick?” she wanted to know.

I had to think about it, but truthfully, visualizing my beautiful wife stroking a strange cock was a tantalizing thought. In my mind’s eye I could picture her hands flying up and down an erect cock with streams of cum shooting out.

“It’s a turn-on,” I admitted, “but the question is always, is the reality the same as the fantasy?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” she replied. Damn, I thought, she’s really serious about this. I could feel my cock start to thicken as I visualized it happening. Obviously I must have thought it was a good idea. “But where would we find somebody? I don’t want it to be one of our friends or anybody either of us works with,” I ventured.

Sara got a gleam in her eye and I suspected she already had somebody picked out. “Well, the last few times I have walked the dog down to the park, there’s been a guy there with his dog. We’ve talked, but no outright flirting and certainly nothing sex related. But I do find him appealing. How about you accompany me on the next dog walk since he appears to always be there at the same time I am. We can both approach him about it. You need to be there so he understands what the deal really is.”

The next day was Saturday, which was Sara’s usual day to go to the park with Sandy, our dog. We ambled down to the park and Sara pointed him out. She said his name was Jeff. Now confronted with actually having to make a proposition that I really wasn’t prepared for, I started to get cold feet. Sara could tell I was hesitant but she dragged me over to where Jeff was and introduced me.

After ten minutes of small talk, Sara, always the bold one in the family, took charge. “Jeff,” she said, “Steve and I have been talking about putting some new excitement in our lives and we want to ask if you would like to help out.” From the look on Jeff’s face, I think he already had an idea which way this conversation was headed. Not mincing any words, Sara continued, “We would like to invite you over to our condo one evening for some drinks followed by some sex.” Wow, I thought. She’s not pulling any punches.

I could tell by the look on Jeff’s face that he wasn’t that surprised. It made me wonder if maybe Sara had already mentioned something about it to him previously. I didn’t care as long as I wasn’t left out of the mix.

“Hey, guys….that’s a terrific offer. I’m definitely all in. But is this really something you are both fully committed to doing? Bringing an outsider into a relationship can be tricky. It can be great fun for everybody, but sometimes it’s not.”

“If you are worried about me being jealous, I’ve already thought it through,” I said. “There are some ground rules. We need to keep whatever we do as strictly a fun experience and not let anything too personal happen. That means no kissing or hugging, No intimacy beyond the down and dirty sex part, if that makes any sense.”

“That makes a lot of sense and I think it’s a good starting point. Just how far did you want to go?”

Sara followed up on Jeff’s question. She and I had already discussed what we were prepared to do. “At our first session, Steve and I just want to limit it to me giving you a handjob while he watches. If everything goes OK we can consider more in the future. We were hoping this could be an ongoing relationship and not a one-time thing.”

“Sounds like a great start,” Jeff replied. We then worked out the details. We decided to waste no time and asked Jeff if he was available that evening. He was, so we parted company and set a time to meet later that evening at our place.

Jeff showed up right on time. We sat around and had a couple of drinks talking about everything except what was already on everybody’s mind. Finally Sara took charge and invited us into the bedroom. She was wearing a loose shift type dress which she pulled off over her head. She was not wearing any underwear so she was totally naked. Jeff’s eyes devoured her luscious body and he started stripping off his clothes and I followed suit. Soon all three were stark naked and Jeff’s prick was already semi-hard. He was quite well endowed, but so am I. Our two dicks were quite similar in size, about 7-inches long and fairly thick. I am cut and I guess he was too, but he still had some foreskin. As his prick fully hardened, what foreskin was there rolled back on its own exposing a very nice looking cockhead. Sara was visibly excited looking forward to getting her hands on some strange cock.

A couple of weeks ago, more or less as a joke, Sara had bought me a male masturbation toy called AcmeJoy. It has a soft latex sleeve that slides over my cock. On the inside of the sleeve are many little protuberances that massages my penis as the sleeve rotates around my hard dick. The device has several speeds and also can be set to spin one way and then spin the other. You have to manually move it up and down on your cock or you can just let it sit in one position. Through practice I found that I could tilt it while stroking up and down and that applied extra pressure on my frenulum.

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Sara had suggested that I might want to use the toy on my cock while she worked over Jeff’s throbbing man-meat. The three of us got on the king sized bed. Sara lubed up my cock and slid the toy onto it. Then she turned to Jeff and poured a generous amount of lube on his throbbing cock and went to work. Sara had many tricks that made her a true handjob artist. She knew every part of a dick to stimulate and also knew just how long to stay on one particular part of a man’s anatomy.

Just watching her masturbate Jeff was a huge turn-on. I knew I didn’t need the AcmeJoy but turned it on anyway. God, what a feeling. I saw Sara slide one hand under Jeff’s big ballsack and I knew one of her fingers was headed for the guy’s asshole. I loved it when she did that to me. Then she surprised the hell out of me. She bent over and slid the bulging cockhead of Jeff’s prick right into her mouth and proceeded to suck his dick like a woman possessed.

This was not part of our agreement but I really didn’t care. Seeing her suck his dick was even more stimulating than watching her stroke it. Seeing his big dick slide back and forth in her mouth and with what the sex toy was doing to my cock, it was way too much stimulation. We hadn’t even been going at it for ten minutes when I blew a huge load of cum into the toy. It was definitely one of the best orgasms of my life. I had to turn off the toy because the sensation was literally more than I could stand.

I lay there totally wiped out and continued to watch Sara service Jeff’s cock. She saw that I had turned off the toy and she pulled her lips off of Jeff’s prick. “Give me the toy,” she demanded. “But it’s full of cum,” I replied. “I don’t care, give it to me, and don’t let the cum slide out.”

I pulled the toy off my prick and handed it to her. She immediately slid the cum-filled device right onto Jeff’s prick and turned it on. She had an almost evil grin on her face as she proceeded to milk Jeff’s dick with the toy. With one finger plunging in and out of his asshole, she jacked the toy up and down the length of Jeff’s turgid cock. I watched as his body shook and bucked as the orgasm of a lifetime hit the poor guy. He literally screamed as spurt after spurt of jism jetted from his dick into the rotating receptacle that encased his penis. Sara continued to work the toy up and down the poor guy’s cock as it spun around at the highest speed setting. The sensation had to be mind numbing. He was begging her to stop but she wouldn’t do it. He tried to pull away but she kept right after him. Finally she decided to give him a break and pulled the toy off his still throbbing cock, which was now bright red. As she did, two huge loads of cum spilled out of the sleeve all over poor Jeff’s cock. She pulled her finger out of his ass and immediately put it to her nose and took a big whiff. When I saw that, my prick involuntarily twitched up and down a few times as the last vestiges of cum drooled out of the tip. Why was I so turned on about my wife smelling some stranger’s asshole?

The three of us lay together on the bed trying to recover. Sara confessed that she had orgasmed three times during the session. But added that she really needed to feel a big cock inside her. With all the barriers long gone, Jeff and I took turns fucking her far into the night until we were both drained of semen. The insatiable little bitch still wanted more and attempted to coax our pricks back to life with her mouth and tongue. I somehow recovered enough to give her one final fuck while Jeff just lay there and looked at us in wonder.

Later that night after Jeff left, I asked her why she was so quick to go down on him after our agreement that only masturbation would be on the table. “I’m not sure,” she replied. “All I know is I was looking at the shiny head of his engorged prick and I just couldn’t help myself.” I didn’t tell her that I was jealous. Not jealous that she was sucking another guy’s dick. I was jealous that it wasn’t me sucking it. But I figured there was always next time.

I knew my sex life with Sara was forever changed and looked forward to what would come next.

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Here is another in the Sara series: My Wife Sara Loves Giving Handjobs.