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Big Clit Situation

In my teens, I led a ridiculously sheltered life. I didn’t know I was different from anyone else. Then, one day I happened across some pictures on Wikipedia. I was fascinated by penises, but somehow found myself looking at vaginas also.

Where were their sticking out things? Looking close at some of the pictures, I figured out all these women’s vaginas had little tiny clitorises. What was up with that?

Well, it didn’t take me long to figure out that I’m a freak of nature, and frankly, the realization scared me to death.

It took days for me to bring up my concern with the only one I could trust, my mother.

“Oh dear,” she sighed. “I figured this would come up some day. Frankly, I’m surprised you didn’t bring this up sooner.”

As if I wasn’t scared already, sheesh!

She must have seen the look on my face, because she quickly added, “Oh, I mean, there’s nothing wrong…”

Then she hesitated before explaing things to me. “We knew from the time you were a baby that you’re slightly intersexed.”

“Intersexed?”

“Yeah, that means you aren’t 100% female. Oh, it’s common enough.”

Actually it isn’t common, I found out later, but it was kind of her to put it that way.

“Have you ever noticed that your breasts are kind of small?”

“Um, yes, I guess so, Mom, but I figured they’re still growing in.”

“You’re eighteen, honey. They are not going to grow any more. Well, that’s part of being intersexed.”

I was feeling kind of sick to my stomach as she went on. I really wasn’t liking hearing this. I mean, who wants to find out they are a freak?

“When you were a baby, we had some doctors take a look at you. They said you don’t have vegital testicles, which some intersexed people do have. They offered to cut down your, um, clitoris, and we said no. That you could always decide on your own if that’s what you want.”

She went on to explain that I inherited it from my father’s side of the family. Evidently, my grandmother has the same thing. I can’t even imagine… Geez! How did my mother know that, anyway?

Tears were forming in my eyes. Among everything else I was feeling, this was just too personal, especially to be discussing it with my own mother.

“Do you want?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, would you like to be surgically, uh, adjusted?”

This was all so new, and unsettling that I reacted weirdly. I moaned and ran out of the kithcen to my room, threw myself down on the bed, and had a good cry.

A half-later with a gentle knock on my door, my dad came in. I really, really didn’t want to discuss this with him. My own father! I think he knew. Wordlessly, he put an arm on my shoulder. A minute later he drew me to him and held me like a baby as I cried outright.

Time went on. A couple of months later, I had my first real boyfriend. Lukar and I were getting close. He let me know in subtle ways that it was time to take it to the next level.

We ended up breaking up over it. Not only was I a scared virgin, but I couldn’t, just couldn’t let him see my fucked up, misshapen vagina.

Months passed. I dared not get close to any other boys. I just couldn’t face the inevitable next steps. Then one day, I was idly watching a cooking video on YouTube, and the chef made some little joke. “When you have lemons, you make lemonade.” Of course I had heard that before, but my silly mind justaposed that with my huge, embarrassing clitoris problem, and some kind of reframe came to me. It hit me hard, but not in a bad way, it caused me to practically laugh out loud.

In my mind, I rephrased it to, “When you have a big clit, you make love.”

I texted Lukar. He was like, “What do you want?” I can’t blame him for the negative response. I mean, from his point of view, we had been really close, yet I wouldn’t have sex with him. When he asked why, I wouldn’t tell him. I’d just burst into tears. I can see how that might frustrate a guy.

It took me days to get him to warm up to me again. In fact, at one point, I had convinced myself he had another girlfriend. But warm up he did, at least a little bit. So it was now or never. If I wanted to keep Lukar, I had to tell him.

There’s a 7-11 near where I live that has a picnic table under a shade tree just to the side of the parking lot. Lukar and I were sitting there eating sandwiches. Once again he was hinting that he’d like to get sexual, and I was holding back. He just came out and said in an annoyed voice, “Why? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Quietly, after a pause, I said, “Well Lukar, there is something wrong with me.” Then I stopped. How does someone admit that their vagina is all wrong? Well, like my parents taught me, quoting a line from the poet Robert Frost, “The only way out is always through.”

“OK Lukar, here’s the thing. My, um…. my vag… my vagina is malformed. There, I said it!”

I’ve never seen such a look of confusion on a guy’s face in my life. “What do you mean?”

Feeling somehow freed from some sort of long, self-imposed bonds from just having said that, in a moment of stupidity, I said, “Here, I’ll show you.”

It may not have been romantic, but I grabbed him by hand and led him to the public ladies room at the gas station next door. I pulled him in. He was understandably sheepish about it. Before I lost my curage, I pulled down my shorts and undies, and let a boy look at my horrible vagina for the first time in my life.

He saw it. How could he not? It sticks out an inch, and as I found out later, more like an inch and a half when I’m aroused. Lukar was at a loss for words as I pulled my shorts back up. Quite understandable under the circumstances. Finally, after perhaps a full thirty seconds, he said, “That’s so cool! It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

That was the last thing on earth I expected.

I guess you know where this story is going. Three days later found Lukar and I in my bedroom when my family was out on a two-day holiday. We were kissing and rolling around all over my bed. It was wonderful, but my heart was beating a mile a minute, knowing, or actually not knowing, what was coming next.

We got naked. Surprisingly, now that he had seen ‘it,’ I wasn’t terribly shy about him seening me all clothes-free. In fact, I was absolutely fascinated to see him naked. His penis became erect before my very eyes. As I had mentioned, I’ve been very sheltered. I had seen some penises on Wikipedia, however. Suddenly seeing his real, live penis, I understood the similiarity. I knew what I had. It was a little penis. Or at least similar. The peehole is just under it, not at the tip, but otherwise, it’s quite similar. In time, I even realized it becomes erect just like a penis.

He reached out and touched it. He put a fingertip on my big ‘ole clit. It was like an electric shock. A good electric shock. Just that simple touch was perhaps the most wonderful sensation I had ever felt in my whole life. Did I just imagine that, or was it real?

Lukar indicated I should lay down on the bed. He laid down backward next to me. His fascinating penis was almost against my face. Then he did the unthinkable. He brought his head to my vagina, and tentatively licked my giant clit. He did it again, and again. It was feeling so nice. So incredibly nice! Oddly, I started to get some sort of chill-like feeling throughout my body, but especially in my whole vagina. The chill grew stronger, and suddenly, I was arching my back, screaming, and feeling the most incredible pulsation-like feeling. Of course, you, dear reader, know exactly what I’m talking about, and I did kind of know what was happening. It was my first orgasm, of course. I mean, talk about sheltered. I had never masturbated, or even thought of doing anything like that.

It took me a long time to calm down. Lukar was patient and just held me as I shook, jittered, then cried, and finally laughed.

I’m no rocket scientist, but I figured he wanted something more out of the evening than to see me have an orgasm. Being communicative, I asked what he would like.

“What I want more than anything in the world, is to put my cock in your pussy.” I was a bit shocked by his language. “But, I’m not going to. Not tonight. We’re young, we have plenty of time. Instead, would you like to see a man have an orgasm?”

“I certainly would!”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he started moving the skin of his penis up and down, and within a minute, he was moaning, and several shots of white stuff came out of him. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I mean, in reality, perhaps it was rather ugly. Like, here’s this thin skin, veiny thing sticking out of a guy, surrounded by unruly curly hair, and it’s spurts out a sticky substance. Who could think that was beautiful? Well I could!

I asked him to do it again. He gently told me that men need time to recuperate, and can only do it once. He promised I’d get to see that again soon.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Over the next two days, I sure had a lot to think about. I figured out my vagina may be deformed, but it didn’t seem to bother Lukar any. We got together again. I thought it might be a repeat of that first time, but no, he had something else in mind.

We kissed for a short while, but both of us were too excited to stick with just that for long. Lukar broke away and pulled a small packet out of his pocket. To give you an idea how sheltered I had been, I was very curious as to what it was. I’m sure you’ve figured it out already. It was a condom. He unrolled it on his penis, while I watched, fascinated.

He had me lay down, and started rubbing his fingertips over my clit. It swelled to it’s full 32 millimeters. I was also getting unexpectedly wet down there. Suddenly, he pulled away, then kind of climbed with his big, heavy body right on top of me. I felt a kind of poking and hair-pulling sensation around my vagina. I wasn’t complaining.

Oh my! Oh, my gosh! My vagina stretched open as he worked his penis slowly in. It kind of hurt a little tiny bit, but I barely noticed. It was the most fulfilling feeling in the whole world. I had no idea anything could be like that. Now I know where the word “fulfilling” came from!

Even though now-a-days it takes more than intercourse to make me orgasm most of the time, I sure did orgasm that night. Almost immediately. And, he orgasmed inside me only a moment later. After we had our orgasms, I wanted him to stay in me forever, even though his body was kind of heavy. But it wasn’t to be. Soon, he softened, and his penis slipped out of me.

Time went on. He went west to college. I went east. We texted all the time. We even sexted. It couldn’t last. We both knew it.

I met another boy. I had no hesitation in telling him that he may be shocked by my huge clit. His eyes lit up not with disgust, or horror, but with excitement. He wanted to see it right away. He, like Lukar, was delighted. We fucked. It was glorious. We hung for a couple of months, but then amicably went our separate ways.

Time went on. I found that my lemon could indeed make lemonade. I became very proud of my super-large clit. Not only that, it always opened doors for me. I would look for an opportunity to mention my ‘deformity’ as soon as I could work it into a conversation with any guy I fancied, and soon enough, we were fucking our heads off!

Supposedly guys are into big tits, yet every one of these guys complimented and fell in love with my relatively tiny tits.

I went from a sheltered girl to practically a nymphomaniac. In college I shifted my major to psychology. That was so I could specialize in sexual psychology. I stayed in college because it was so much fun, even though my student loan was growing through the roof. In time, I recieved my Phd. I stayed on at the college as an assistant professor and then a full professor. I got married to another psychology professor. Like every man I’ve ever met, he was fascinated by, and loved my large clitoris.

We have two kids, a boy and a girl. They are lovely kids. Both geniuses, I’m sure. Well, they do get good grades, are rather athletic, and seem to get along nicely with everyone. Guess what the girl inherited? Yup, you guessed it. She will not grow up so sheltered. I’ll let her know what’s what as soon as she is ready to hear it. I think she’ll be delighted.

Editor’s note: I have seen her clit. I even asked her to get it hard for me. It is larger than usual, but not absolutely huge.

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Martina And Me

by Spurtz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Friend Needed Help With Her Vagina

By Spurtz

I work with an extremely attractive woman. Her name is Jan. We have been close friends for years but never anything more than that because she’s engaged to be married. But we are so close that she confides in me on some of her most private thoughts. I would love to get her in bed but I assumed that would never happen.

A few days ago she approached me and said she had a very personal question to ask me and hoped I wouldn’t be offended. I told her that nothing was off limits between us and to go ahead and ask the question.

She looked at me very shyly and said, “I need to know how long your penis is when it’s erect? I understand if you don’t want to answer but this is very important to me.”

You can imagine how shocked I was when I heard this. It was the very last thing I expected to hear out of her mouth. But because we are such close friends, and I could tell it was important to her, I answered.

“Truth be told, it’s difficult to get an accurate measurement but if I had to pick a number I would say six inches.”

“I was kinda hoping that would be your answer,” she responded. “The reason I wanted to know, and this is very personal, is when I have sex with Ron (her fiancée), it hurts when he bangs his penis against my cervix. Now I know that the typical male penis is 5.5 to 6-inches long. And I would think that the average woman should be able to handle that length without any pain.”

“How big is Ron’s dick?” I asked.

“That’s the problem. I know this sounds odd but I don’t know and I am embarrassed to ask him. But I’m guessing more than six inches.”

“You are ok with asking me what my dick size is but not your fiancée?

“I know. That sounds strange. But here’s an even crazier question. Would you be ok with putting your penis in me so I can see if it hurts? I don’t want to have actual sexual intercourse with you. That would be wrong. I just want you to stick it in me and see if you can touch my cervix. No actual fucking. If I can handle six inches without any pain then I know that I’m normal and the problem is with Ron’s dick being too big.”

I thought to myself: If she actually thinks that I can just stick my cock in her pussy to check the depth and then pull out, she’s living in a dream world. But I told her I would be willing to help her out and give it a try.

She suggested we take a long lunch break and go to her apartment which was only a few blocks away. So that’s what we did.

When we got to her apartment she led me into the bedroom and started taking off her clothes. I will be honest with you, the whole thing was so crazy that I was actually hesitant to get undressed. And then I was concerned that I couldn’t get hard. I figured she wasn’t planning on any foreplay and expected me to get an instant erection without it.

I needn’t have worried. One look at her body with those perfect perky tits and I was fully hard before I even got my pants off. Also knowing I was about to stick my cock in her also sped up my erection.

“Ooooh, you have a really nice looking penis,” she said. “Nicer than Ron’s for sure. Definitely thicker. And you got hard so quick. Let me rub some lube on it to make sure it slides into me since I’m probably pretty dry although looking at that nice dick might get me a bit juicy.”

With that she took hold of my now throbbing prick and coated it liberally with K-Y jelly. Omigod, it felt so good when her hand slid up and down the length of my cock. This was going to be even better than I had hoped. She seemed to spend way more time than necessary rubbing the lube all over the head of my cock. All over the most sensitive areas. I thought maybe she was playing with me but she seemed pretty oblivious to the effect it was having on me.

“OK,” she said, “Why don’t you lie down and let me straddle you. That I way I can control the depth of penetration.”

Before I did as she asked, I wanted to get my lips on one of her luscious nipples. I leaned over cupping one breast in my hand, but she pulled away. “None of that stuff,” she insisted. “This is strictly a fact finding mission.”

I couldn’t believe she could be that detached from what was going on, but she seemed totally serious about the purpose of the penetration. So I lay back with my dick sticking straight up. She climbed on and lowered her vagina down over my raging prick. She held my dick in one hand and spread the lips of her cunt with the other hand. She got the head inserted and then impaled herself onto me. It felt so fucking good I wanted to blow my load right then.

She lowered herself down onto me until she had my penis fully inserted. “I can just feel your dick barely touching my cervix, but no pain. Let me move up and down a few times to see if that makes me hurt.”

With that said she proceeded to fuck my dick with several fairly powerful strokes. “Just the slightest sensation but not really painful. Actually feels really good. But that’s enough. I’ve learned what I needed to know.” And with that she started to lift off of me.

“Whoa, babe. Where do you think you are going? You can’t just stop now and leave me hanging. We have to finish this.” I pulled her back down on me, burying my prick to the hilt. God, it felt so fucking good.

“But I’m engaged,” she protested. It wouldn’t be right for us to fuck.”

“Honey,” I said, “we are way past that point. That ship has sailed. My hard cock is buried deep in your pussy. Any concerns about having sex with another guy is pretty much a waste of effort. I know it feels good so just forget about Ron and let’s have some fun.” All the while I am talking I am pumping my prick in and out of her wet, tight pussy.

“But what about me getting pregnant? I’m on the pill but that’s not 100%. If Ron got me pregnant that’s ok because we are getting married.”

“Don’t sweat it babe. After I had three kids with my former wife I got a vasectomy. So don’t you worry your cute little butt about me dumping a load of semen deep in that tight little vagina.”

By now I had rolled her over onto her back and was giving her a proper fuck in the missionary position. I knew she had given up protesting because she was fucking me right back. She had her legs wrapped around me with her ankles locked behind my back and pulling me tight into her. With every thrust into her snatch, she let out a little scream. Not of pain, but of pleasure.

She threw one arm around my neck and pulled my lips to hers and proceeded to fuck my mouth with her tongue while I was giving it right back. I knew at that point that any concerns about Ron were long forgotten. She had slipped her other arm down between us and was frigging the shit out of her clit with her fingers. She must have been a lot more orgasmic than most of the women I had been with because it was obvious that she was cumming over and over as the little screams got louder and louder.

I wanted the session to go on forever because it felt incredible. She was the best fuck I ever had. But the sensations her tight pussy was giving my penis were not to be denied and way before I wanted it, I felt the cum boiling in my nutsack and then it coursed its way up my shaft and exploded out the slit in the head of my prick. My whole body stiffened as I sped up my thrusts while screaming in ecstasy. I could feel pulse after pulse of jism jetting from my prick. Is there any feeling in the world to match an orgasm? If there is, I’ve never felt it.

Our two bodies slammed together in total ecstasy as my semen continued to fill her up. Finally I had to stop because the sensitivity in my penis was off the Richter scale. We lay together with soft kisses between us.

I was speechless. I looked into her eyes. She said, “I can’t even describe how fantastic that was. No man has ever fucked me like that. You’ve probably ruined it for me with Ron. It was fantastic. Can you fuck me again? I want more.”

Seeing how my dick was still rock hard, I started pumping into her again. I swore I would never get married again but I might need to rethink that decision. I figured Ron was history.

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My Adventures with Sex Toys

By Michael Lowe Wright

Originally published on MichaelLoweWright.com/opn/SexToys.html/a>

The following is kind of raw and honest about some very personal stuff. It may be too much information for some visitors; if that’s you, or if you’re under legal age, you really should go read something else instead.

One of my hobbies/interests is exploring the use of sex toys for personal growth. I was reviewing adult toy items on Amazon and realized there is stigma around admitting to using them for sexual pleasure. Lots of people don’t have a human partner, and for those who don’t sex toys are absolutely essential for personal recreation and release of tension. No one should feel shame and be unable to talk about enjoying their own sexuality.

So I wrote this. I’m really exposing myself here, so to speak, and I want to talk freely about my use of sex toys, no matter how embarrassed I may feel sometimes about it being out there for everyone to read. If one person feels better about themselves, or less burdened by guilt, or less afraid to use sex toys, then I’m OK with it.

I’ve lived alone and without any serious relationships for a long time; that’s not what I’d have chosen for myself but it’s the hand I’ve been dealt, and for the most part I’m content with it. I’m blessed to have known true love more than once in my life, and not so blessed to find that I’m incapable of being a good partner – in large part because, as it turns out, I am and always have been nonbinary/gender fluid. One compensation is that I’m able to explore my sexual nature deeply without concern that I’m being selfish. For this reason, sex “toys” are, for me, tools to aid in that exploration. As many have before me, going back into the dim reaches of human existence, I’ve learned that sexual energy and consciousness can lead a person into not only ecstasy but also useful knowledge about their “spirit body” (that virtual us where stomach butterflies live) and from there into self-knowledge, peace of mind, and healing past trauma. For me, as a poet and an observer of life in general, these experiences give insight and inspiration unavailable elsewhere.

So please understand that what I talk about here may not be useful to couples seeking some bedroom fun advice – I’m doing this to share what I’ve learned and the experiences I continue to have because I think not only do they have value in their own right but also because they shed light on the roots of some of my creativity and motivation.

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Michael Lowe Wright and his chastity cage

Michael Lowe Wright in his chastity cage

When I recently saw several women comment online that all men should wear a chastity cage routinely, I realized that was something I needed to try, so I could understand what they were talking about. I bought one from Amazon and was amazed at how comfortable it is to wear. That’s how it came to be one of the two “toys” that have become vital parts of my life. I reviewed the one I bought at Amazon and pretty much said it all there, but wait! there’s more. That one rusted and I had to buy an otherwise-identical stainless steel one to replace it. [Because of a constriction in my urethra, I’m still unable to insert the matching catheter so that’s going to have to wait for another day. I’m fascinated by the idea of my maleness being (temporarily) so completely shut down: caged, intubated, and unable to move or respond to anything – but to be honest it’s also kind of terrifying.] I’ve learned to get the ring on and off fairly quickly now but I had to do it a few times first – one doesn’t want to squish the tender parts!

Since I’m always naked at home*, it’s very strange to suddenly have an implacable, heavy metal cage clamped and locked onto my crotch in full view; it’s humiliating to be seen wearing it and to always have it there in my lap drawing attention. On the positive side, since it can’t be ignored I have opportunities to talk about why I’m wearing it. I also want to be transparent about wearing the cage when I’m in public, so any time I do I lock a chain around my left ankle as a signal to anyone who knows.

For me the value of the chastity cage lies in its ability to completely subvert my lifelong privilege and expectation of being able to interact with my male organ – it’s locked in a cage that in turn is clamped onto my scrotum. It’s not only that I can’t touch or play with myself, my most private area has been taken over by a piece of unyielding and uncaring metal; and it’s there all the time. These devices don’t keep you from feeling aroused, they only keep you from doing anything about it. That energy has to go somewhere, and I use controlled yoga breathing and guided imagery to direct it towards healing both body and soul. I enter states of bliss and ecstasy that leave me feeling energized and cleansed. That energy remains in my body for some time after, enabling further meditation and healing later.

Wearing it transforms my daily life, too. The only time I’m not conscious of being caged is when I’m asleep. I’m always aware at some level of the unrelenting pressure of the ring around my scrotum and the weight of the metal. All this together creates a sense of unreality in contrast with the “normal” times when I’m not wearing it, and a heightened level of awareness and sensitivity – again firing my creative energies.

Currently I’m experimenting with wearing a ‘collar’ that consists of only the base ring of a chastity cage. It’s still locked onto the big ring as securely but most of my penis is exposed, yet still restrained by the ‘collar’. This eliminates the issue of difficulty urinating cleanly and makes keeping the device clean a lot easier, while not really allowing me to otherwise use my penis. In some ways it’s more challenging to wear than the full cage – it’s possible to have an erection but it becomes engorged and uncomfortable; I can touch and hold it but I can’t masturbate. It’s possible I’ll be wearing this a lot more than the full cage.

The other thing I’ve done is to bend the pins slightly on the attachments so that they snap into place on the big ring and will stay put without a lock. It makes cleaning and swapping attachments much easier.




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Like many men, I’ve always enjoyed anal play but was ashamed to admit it until I acknowledged that I’m nonbinary/gender fluid. Then I realized that not only is there no shame but that I was really wanting it. So I bought a lifelike dildo from Amazon (see my review) a couple of years ago. It’s identical to my own organ but two inches longer. It’s a good fit, feels quite natural and good, and now I don’t know how I lived without it. If the number of people who ‘liked’ my review is any indication, I’m far from the only person enjoying this wonderful fake penis. It wasn’t until I had it filling me and, in a sense, having its way with me that I began to fully understand the mind-altering experience and joy of submission. Since I’m always naked, having it inside me can and does happen on a moment’s notice.

It’s the combination of the chastity cage and the dildo that really takes things to another level, though. I’ve worn the cage for up to three weeks at a time, and during that time I’ve had no physical outlet for sexual energy. Adding a good fucking with the dildo – and getting fucked is very different from the masturbation I’ve always had available to me – takes me to places of ecstasy and delight like nothing I’ve ever known. I should add that, as you can see from the photo above of me naked wearing the cage, getting fucked while wearing it can happen very easily and at any time – and does. (I say ‘fucked’ because this is no sterile application of a tool, it’s an active engagement with a realistic human penis.) That feeling of perpetual vulnerability to their imminent use is one of the best things to come out of my adventures with these sex ‘toys’ – knowing that I can be thrown into a state of heightened awareness at the drop of a hat.

I’ve been wanting a second dildo without the fake scrotum at the base, and recently Amazon had one for four dollars, so I bought it. I wanted to be able to leave it in place and wear it for a short while occasionally. This one is effectively a bit shorter and the glans is smaller than my other one so it’s not as much fun to use but should be fine for just wearing it.

Anal intercourse can, of course, be somewhat messy. It helps to eat a high-fiber diet and have regular movements, which increases the likelihood of the bowel being empty. When in doubt I use a glyerine suppository that generally cleans things out within about an hour. The result is that there is usually no or almost no mess involved. Nobody likes to think about this aspect but it’s easily enough to discourage someone from pursuing an otherwise delightful pleasure, so it’s worth the effort to prepare. I usually try to be prepped by early afternoon so there’s almost no delay between deciding to use the dildo and having it in place.



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Most of my life I thought of myself as a cis male, albeit a dysfunctional one, with a strong female side. Now that I understand I’m really neither simply male or female internally, I’ve realized my female side has been pushed down and not allowed full expression. The chastity cage prevents me from masturbating but I can still press on the glans and create sexual sensations, making it function more like a clitoris. Add to that having to be fucked to replace the masturbation and I find my female side is loving it. I’ve committed myself to letting “her” take control of my body and my life; I want to dress in short skirts and tank tops, wear simple jewelry, feel attractive, and have men wanting to fuck me – and doing it. At my age I don’t feel like much of a catch but just going fully into that space for a while heals my soul – I have a lot of years to make up for. I’m not killing off my male side here, only expanding the range of my experience and gaining more insight into what it means to be a human being. It’s all material for the poet and philosopher in me.


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Here’s some poetry that grew out of these experiences:

Four Revelations
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*I have a binding commitment to live clothes-free as much as possible, and I’m always naked at home in warm weather.

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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

By Spurtz

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #1
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3

Mom Katie: If you read the three previous installments of this story, you will know that I was very concerned that my fresh-out-of-high school daughter Jill was still a virgin. I got the warped idea that teaching her something about sex using my new husband Bill, her step-father, was a solution. I was partly right but mostly wrong. It started off by just exposing her to an erect penis in a hot tub party that I had suggested. Unfortunately once she had viewed Bill’s monster dick, she went crazy sucking him off right in the hot tub.

The next morning, Jill then suggested that we become a nudist family at home. Looking back, I now realize that she wanted to do that so she would have instant access to Bill’s cock any time she wanted. I went along with it because I felt guilty for letting everything get started. Before I even realized what was happening, she was getting Bill off three or four times every day. Masturbating him, blowing him, and mostly fucking him.

My solution was to bring our friend Steve into the picture. Steve was a young guy who Bill and I had started having threesome sessions with about a year ago while Jill was away at an exclusive all-girl’s boarding school. Jill had no clue about any of this. She had no idea that Bill and I were swingers.

Foursome Steve: I thought I had hit a home run when I hooked up with Bill and Katie. Katie was a terrific fuck and was probably the best looking woman I had ever been with. That is, until I met Jill. Additionally my sessions with Bill and Katie had led into some cock sucking between myself and Bill. I had never sucked a dick before but one of the natural things that MFM threesomes lead to is sexual contact between the two guys. It just happens and it’s so natural. And fun.

Then when I was introduced to Jill, I knew I had hit a grand slam home run. Katie was beautiful but Jill was drop-dead beautiful. And still a teen. And all that girl wanted to do was suck and fuck. She had her cherry taken by Bill’s big cock and now she was obsessed with big dicks. Fortunately my cock was about the same size as Bill’s and Jill would spend the entire day playing with it, if allowed.

Unfortunately, because I had a regular job, I was limited to evenings and weekends with Jill. Katie, for whatever reason, wanted us to only get together at her house. There was no privacy. We were free to do whatever we wanted anywhere in the house as long as there were no locked doors. Since neither Katie or Bill seemed to mind, I would fuck Jill right on the living room sofa in the presence of both of them. Sometimes Bill and I would take turns fucking Jill. Katie would never admit it, but I could tell she somehow secretly got off on seeing either of our big cocks stretching the vaginal lips of her teen daughter.

Stepdad Bill: When Steve came on the scene, it did put a damper on how frequently I could fuck Jill. But he could usually only make it a couple of evenings during the week and then on the weekend. On those days when Jill knew there would be no Steve, she would be quite insistent that I get her off at least twice. I could tell Katie was not happy with how often my erect penis found its way into Jill’s sopping wet pussy. She seemed powerless to slow Jill down and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Katie and I talked about it and we resigned ourselves to the fact that we would just have to wait it out. At some point, the constant sex would get to be old hat and things would slow down. I secretly hoped it wouldn’t be any time soon.

Mom Katie: The amount of sex that was taking place in our house was astounding. The crazy thing was that on one hand I hated it, but on the other I secretly enjoyed it. I never understood why, but I got a sexual thrill watching the two men punish Jill’s body with their monster cocks. Surprisingly, even with Jill’s open pussy available to either man any time they wanted it, I wasn’t ignored. Both Bill and Steve went out of their way to make sure I was getting as much cock as I wanted. I wasn’t as insatiable as Jill, but usually one daytime fuck and one nighttime fuck was enough to keep me happy. And in between I got my share of having my pussy and asshole licked while masturbating those big cocks, sometimes both at the same time. Jill would sometimes join in and finger the guy’s assholes or help me lick up any excess semen that got spilled.

One recent morning the three of us were at the breakfast nook, nude as usual. I looked over at Bill and his cock was fully erect and sticking straight up, peeking over the top edge of the table. Although he spent a good portion of the day with a hard-on, it was unusual to see it standing proud this early. I asked him about it. I noticed it appeared to have more color than usual. I jokingly accused him of jacking off. Considering that Jill was eagerly available to jack or suck his cock any time he wanted, it would be odd for him to jack off. I have subsequently learned that even when a ready hand or vagina is available, men still enjoy some solo jacking.

Anyway, Bill responded that he hadn’t been jacking off and he had no ready explanation for the erection. Sometimes it just happened, he claimed. Jill was sitting next to him and she reached out and put the palm of her hand on the tip of his rock hard prick and started rubbing it in circles. When Bill’s cock was that hard, I knew that even the slightest stimulation felt incredibly good. Then Jill moved her hand down and gripped the shaft just under the head and started masturbating him. I wanted to tell her to stop. This was totally inappropriate. Seeing my teen daughter jacking off my husband at the breakfast table was just wrong. But I couldn’t force myself to say anything.

Daughter Jill: You have probably realized by now that I worship Bill’s monster cock. I love feeling how hard and soft it is at the same time. Although the best feeling is when his prick is buried deep in my teen cunt, or shooting a load down my throat, I also get off on jacking him off just so I can see the cum shoot out. I love it when that happens. The messier the spurts, the more I like it.

This morning his big throbbing prick looked unusually inviting. It wasn’t usually erect at the breakfast table so I looked upon this as a special treat. Even from my limited experience with just Bill and Steve, I knew that men could get extra horny at any time for no discernible reason. And I could tell this was one of those times. Bill’s cock was iron-hard with a deep purple color to the shiny head. The skin was stretched so tight on the head that it looked like it was ready to burst.

I looked at mom. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. I could tell she was horrified and turned on at the same time. She didn’t say a word and made no effort to stop me so I just kept jacking Bill’s beautiful dick like a woman possessed.

Before I even realized it was happening, huge spurts of semen shot out of Bill’s dick. And the more it spurted, the harder I jacked his cock. Stream after stream of cum jetted from his pulsating prick. The juice arced high in the air and then splattered down all over our morning’s breakfast. Three plates of bacon and eggs were covered in white globs of nut juice.

I looked at Bill’s face while I kept on jacking and he kept on shooting. His eyes were rolled back in his head and his lips were pulled tight over his teeth as the orgasm of the century hit the poor guy. Bill had snaked one arm around me when I first started jacking him off. He now pulled me tight against him and muttered to me, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” And I didn’t. I was having way too much fun.

As the spurts weakened, Bill lifted his butt up off the bench and I attempted to point his dick out over the table so he could complete his ejaculations onto our breakfast. I say “attempted” because his dick was so freaking hard, I could barely move it from its upright angle. But he still managed to get all of his semen onto the table and not on his lap or onto the breakfast nook cushions. But quite a bit did end up on my hand which I eagerly licked off and swallowed.

Katie sat there in stunned silence. I grabbed some napkins that were on the table and proceeded to wipe any excess cum off of Bill’s dick. Normally I would have licked it off but there was also something extremely erotic to me when wiping a man’s cock clean with napkins or a washcloth. It really turned me on.

I got up from the breakfast nook and pulling Bill by his prick, I led him into the adjacent living room. I sat him down and then climbed on, inserting his still throbbing erect penis into my dripping wet pussy. I wanted to be fucked.

I called to mom and asked if she could fix a fresh breakfast for us while I enjoyed Bill’s monster cock invading my hungry cunt.

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #1
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3

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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3

By Spurtz

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #1
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

Mom Katie: If you have read our two previous stories you will know that I was very concerned about my daughter Jill. She was graduating from an all-girl’s high school and was still a virgin. I felt very strongly that she needed some preparation. After all, she was drop dead beautiful with a centerfold body. Men were going to be all over her and she had to be ready.

I enlisted her stepfather, my husband, Bill, to join us in a naked hot tub party. I just wanted to expose her to an erect penis in a safe environment. I never intended it to go much beyond that. Well, I sure misjudged the parties involved. Bill has a great looking 8-1/2-inch super hard penis and almost before I knew what was happening, Jill was sucking him off.

Once that happened, I kind of gave in to the inevitable and in our next session, Bill had his penis buried to the hilt in Jill’s teen pussy. I was actually ok with it as I felt that that completed the sexual initiation of my teenage daughter. Little did I know how naïve my thinking was.

Daughter Jill: After the evening where Bill and I fucked each other’s brains out while mom watched, I wanted more. I knew mom figured it was a one-off deal and her wishes had been fulfilled. Maybe hers had, but mine hadn’t. I wanted more of Bill’s dick. My first step in accomplishing my goal was to show up at breakfast the next morning in the nude. I suggested that the whole family adopt nudity. I knew Bill would agree quickly but I was a bit surprised when mom went along with it. My thinking was that I would have instant access to Bill’s cock any time I wanted it. And with me being in the nude all day, I knew his prick would be throbbing to an erection every time he looked at me.

Before the day was out Bill and I were making the beast with two backs on the living room sofa while mom went about cleaning the house. After about the third day where Bill and I were getting it on two or three times a day, Mom took me aside for “the talk.”

Stepdad Bill: Wow. I couldn’t believe the life I was living. Somehow my wife’s teen daughter wanted to have sex with me every chance we had during the day and then I was having my usual sessions with her mom at night. And so far Katie hadn’t seemed too upset. During the day, Jill was trying to invent new ways to get me off. Sometimes that consisted of very inventive ways to masturbate my erect cock. Jill loved to see me spurt and with my cock down her throat or buried in her pussy, she couldn’t see me cum. So there was always some masturbation involved in our sexual activities

Then other times she was happy sucking me off. She had a natural talent and gave some of the best blowjobs I’d ever had. But never a day passed where she didn’t want my prick buried in her teen pussy, blasting spurts of cum against her cervix. One thing she loved to do, usually just before taking my cock in her mouth, was to grasp the base of my erect cock and rub my cockhead all over her face. This was a huge turn-on for both of us. Another fetish she had, that I equally enjoyed, was to plant wet kisses all over the head of my cock.

Mom Katie: I had allowed this constant sex activity between my daughter and my husband to go on way too long. Knowing that I was responsible for getting it started, I felt that I needed to allow it to run its course. But instead of tapering off, it was increasing. Yesterday Jill got Bill off four times. She first jacked him off, then she fucked him, followed by a blowjob, and then fucked him a second time. This started off right after breakfast and the final fuck was about 8 pm last evening. And since I seemed ok with it, they made no attempt to do it behind my back. I admit that for some crazy reason, I got off on watching them. Seeing Bill’s thick cock bury itself in my daughter’s wet pussy was an incredible turn-on. When their bodies stiffened and they both cried out, I could picture streams of semen spurting from Bill’s dick deep into my daughter’s pussy. And I would have my own involuntary orgasm just from watching. And later that night, Bill would fuck me as if I was his very first conquest of the day.

Daughter Jill: When mom told me she wanted to have a talk, I knew that Bill and I had probably taken our sexual activities a bit too far. So I wasn’t surprised when mom asked me if we couldn’t tone things down a bit. I explained that this was all new to me and I was having the best time of my life. I added that it was probably a phase I was going through and if she could just put up with it for another few days, I was sure I would lose interest.

Mom Katie: I initially agreed with Jill’s request to give it a few more days. But instead of tailing off, their sessions grew more and more heated with Bill fucking that poor girl in positions I didn’t even know existed. About the only thing they hadn’t done was Bill had not fucked her teen ass. But as big and as thick as his dick was, I wasn’t sure that would ever happen. Bill had anally penetrated me several times. And it did hurt at first but I later learned to love it. The anal cavity has way more nerve endings than the vagina, so the feeling of having a big cock up my ass was incredible and the orgasms were off the chart. But I digress.

My solution to slowing down the sex between Jill and my husband was to bring another person to the party. Jill was not aware of this but some time ago, Bill and I had discussed the idea of a threesome. How this came about was that once Bill started fucking my ass, I got a real craving to have two dicks in me. I jokingly made a comment to Bill about it and he said that it could be arranged. So what started as a casual joking comment soon blossomed into reality.

This was back when Craig’s List allowed sexual ads. Bill put up an ad that said “Sexually Adventurous Married Couple Looking for Well Endowed Young Man for a Threesome.” He included nude full body photos of both of us with our faces obscured. His huge cock was pointing to the sky and my terrific body was fully displayed. Jill got her centerfold body from me.

As a result of living in a large metropolis like Los Angeles, we got more responses than we knew what to do with. Bill never actually counted them but said it was more than eighty. A number of them could be immediately ignored. Bill’s great looking dick had attracted a large number of gay admirers. And there were the usual nutjobs who we knew right away were not what we were looking for. After winnowing the list down to about eight possibilities, Bill asked for photos. That cut the list down to three guys who he agreed to meet. First, just Bill met with them at a local coffee shop. That narrowed it down to a very nice young man named Steve. Because we had two other friends named Steve, we called him Threesome Steve. The final meeting included me, as I had the final say.

I was very taken with Steve. He was only 23 and very personable and intelligent. Good looking with a trim, athletic body. And a really great dick. We started seeing him on a regular basis and he was a terrific sex partner. And I got my desire for double penetration and it was everything I had imagined. And more.

Steve had never done any M2M stuff and neither had Bill, but once everybody was naked, things got heated and by our second session, there was a lot of cock sucking taking place between the two men. I also put their two cocks together and jacked them both off. At one point I even had both dickheads in my mouth at the same time.

Threesome Steve – When Bill called and set up a session, imagine my surprise when he answered the door totally nude and was already erect. I grabbed his dick and gave it a few friendly pumps as a greeting.

He explained that today’s session was going to be a bit different from those in the past. He went on to say that Katie’s 18-year old daughter was home from school and would be participating. I was quite taken aback upon hearing this. I knew they had a daughter who was away at a private school but being told that she was going to be part of our group sex session was quite shocking. Bill went on to tell me to get my clothes off, which I did.

Then the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life walked into the room, totally nude. Bill introduced us and when our hands touched it was like a bolt of electricity shot through my body. My cock instantly stood at attention and I could tell by the look on Jill’s face that she was impressed. She reached out and grasped my hardening prick and gave it a few loving strokes. I was totally in love. My prick is about the same size as Bill’s and it obviously met with Jill’s approval.

Then Katie arrived, also totally nude. She suggested that before any activities commenced that we needed to get acquainted.

Mom Katie: I was hoping that having a man available closer to Jill’s age might wean her off of her obsession with Bill’s cock. Steve was a very good looking kid and I knew his sexual performance equaled or exceeded Bill’s. The only downside was Jill had access to Bill’s cock all day, every day and that wouldn’t be possible with Steve. But at some point, Jill’s desire to be fucked several times every day would have to taper off. And if she still needed to have sex with Bill a few times a week, I could live with that.

As we all sat around the living room in the buff making small talk, I noticed Jill was doing a good job of keeping Steve erect. Then I made a suggestion. I knew Jill really got off on seeing cum spurt and I also knew from experience that Steve was a real cummer. He shot really huge forceful spurts when he came and I knew Jill would get off on that. So I suggested that she jack him off.

Daughter Jill: When mom suggested that I jack off my new friend Steve, I thought that was a really terrific idea. I was curious as to how much cum he could shoot and how powerful his spurts would be. So with mom and Bill watching, I proceeded to masturbate my new friend applying every trick in the book that I knew. At one point I even tickled his frenulum with my tongue while jacking the shaft. I was super tempted to take him into my mouth and suck him to orgasm but I really wanted to see him spurt. In between jacking his great cock I did suck it a few times but when I felt his body stiffen, I concentrated on furiously masturbating his monster cock. His prick was big enough that I could use both hands and soon the first spurt ejected from the tip of his rosy red dickhead. A couple of more strokes and the most powerful cumshot I had ever seen, either online or in person with Bill, ejaculated from Steve’s dick and arced out over the coffee table and landed on the tile floor, splattering in every direction, followed by several more equally powerful streams of jism. I was in heaven as I continued to pump out stream after stream of creamy juice. I honestly didn’t know a guy could cum that much. The lesser streams landed on the coffee table and then tailed off to weaker spurts that coated my hands and Steve’s thighs.

I looked at Steve’s terrific cock in wonder and then into his eyes and we both knew that something magical had taken place. With a practiced move, I quickly stood up, stepped over Steve’s legs and lowered my sopping wet cunt right onto his cum covered prick. With my knees tucked on each side of his hips, I started impaling myself onto his rigid member. As I rode up and down the length of his cock, not minding the tip banging against my cervix, I whispered in his ear, asking if he could cum again. He responded that with somebody as beautiful and as sexy as me, he could cum as much as I wanted.

With Bill and mom intently watching, I rode Steve’s cock until he filled me up with even more powerful ejaculations of semen. I then began kissing him and we exchanged incredibly erotic kisses. After a while I lifted up off of his rigid cock with his semen drooling from my cunt down all over him.

I looked over at mom and Bill and she was going down on him with one of the most vigorous blowjobs a person could provide. I’m sure that watching Steve and me had really turned them on. Within a minute or two, Bill was ejaculating a major load down mom’s throat. In the position mom was in, I could clearly see that her pussy was very wet and some juice was trailing down her thigh. I assumed she had orgasmed while sucking Bill’s cock. I had cum several times while Steve had cum twice. Poor Bill had some catching up to do. With that thought in mind I walked over to where he was sitting, determined to do my part to even things out for Bill.

I also had come up with a new name for Steve. He was now “Foursome Steve.”

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #1
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2

By Spurtz

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #1
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

Daughter Jill: If you read my previous story, you know that my mom Katie was very concerned that I was graduating from an all-girls high school and had never had any sexual experience. Her solution was to set up a naked home spa session including Bill, my stepdad. Her thinking was that exposing me to an adult male penis would somehow help prepare me for the future. She never intended for it to be anything more than just kind of a show and tell. However, things got totally out of hand very quickly and before the evening was over I had sucked Bill off and taken his load down my throat.

Mom Katie: I just wanted Jill to see an erect cock in the flesh. But once Bill was fully erect, my brain went into some kind of overdrive and I invited Jill to touch it. Bill’s 8-1/2-inch monster is extremely touchable and once Jill got her hands wrapped around it, she got carried away and went down on him. The next thing I know, here I am, her mother, cheering her on. Then to cap things off, Bill got so turned on that after shooting his load down my daughter’s throat, he jacked-off to a second orgasm and shot huge streams of cum to Jill’s delight. And mine too.

Stepdad Bill: I thought the whole idea was a bad one. But Katie was so convinced that a bit of sex education would be beneficial to Jill, that I got talked into it. I can’t deny that the idea of showing my stiff prick to a beautiful teen was difficult to object to. But things quickly got out of hand, although after it was over, nobody seemed all that upset about it. In fact, Katie felt that the session was so successful that she suggested we should take it to the next level. She didn’t specify what the “next level” might be but I could only think of one thing.

Mom Katie: Our initial outing of Jill’s lessons in sexuality was so successful that I was convinced that we could do more. I know hearing what happened sounds a bit far out for a family to do, but it all seemed so natural and so relaxed that I felt we had just scratched the surface. But the question was, is Jill ready for what I was thinking.

Daughter Jill: When mom asked me how I felt about what had happened, I was very honest with my response. I told her it was probably the most fun thing I had ever done in my life and I thanked her for being so willing to share Bill’s big cock with me. Then she really shocked me. She asked me how I would feel about Bill fucking me. She didn’t say “fucking,” but used the words “sexual intercourse.”

I don’t mind admitting that I had already developed a number of fantasies regarding having Bill put that huge cock inside of me. The only thing that had ever been inside of me was a vibrating dildo that one of my classmates let me use. Which had obviously taken my hymen so there was no concern there about any pain taking Bill’s monster prick.

Stepdad Bill: When Katie told me what she wanted to do, I expressed concern, when in reality I couldn’t wait to bury my prick in that teen pussy. I asked Katie if she really thought it was a good idea. She replied that my cock had already been down Jill’s throat and if we really were going to prepare her for her future ventures into sexuality, we really had no alternative. How could I argue with that?

Daughter Jill: Mom got together with Bill and me and went over what she thought the next step should be. She carefully explained that it would be a very gentle session with Bill taking his time and that I was free to stop or slow things down any time I felt uncomfortable. Because mom had put me on birth control pills a few months earlier, she pointed out that no condom was necessary. Which I was pleased to hear. I didn’t want anything between Bill’s prick and my vagina. Mom went on to explain that the session would take place that evening in the master bedroom. I couldn’t wait.

Stepdad Bill: Katie had prepared the bedroom with candles and music. I wasn’t sure just what Katie’s role would be but I was pleased to find out that she would be right there. All three of us stripped down and Katie told Jill that in order for her to be properly prepared, that much foreplay would be necessary. Women love foreplay and I knew Jill would be no different.

Mom Katie: I had sort of briefed Bill on what I thought he should do. He had Jill lay back with her legs spread and got down and started kissing and licking her labia and clitoris. I saw his prick go to full hardness quicker than he ever had with me.

I had asked Katie if she had played around with any of the girls at her school, as casual sex between the girl students was known to be pretty common. But she swore that she had never done it. But she had been tempted. So her pussy and clit had never known the joys of oral sex.

I could tell that my husband’s tongue action was giving Jill pleasures that she probably didn’t even know existed. I also knew that eating pussy made his cock like a bar of steel. Then Bill really surprised me. He rolled Jill’s thighs and legs up to where her pink little butthole was clearly visible. The he stuck the tip of his tongue right in it. He proceeded to lick and kiss it while Jill literally cried out in ecstasy.

I sat back and watched in fascination as Bill worked over her clit and asshole. After more than enough foreplay, I grabbed a bottle of K-Y lubricant. Bill was up on his knees between Jill’s legs and his cock and balls, as well as his butthole, was right there for me. I poured a generous amount of lube onto my hand and grabbed his dick and thoroughly coated it with lube. While I was doing this, my other hand kneaded his nuts while I did a bit of tongue action on his asshole as well.

Daughter Jill: Omigod, I couldn’t believe how good it felt when Bill was lapping my slit and my clit. I felt my body clench hard as I experienced my first orgasm of the evening. Then when his tongue found it’s way between my ass cheeks, I was really shocked. I knew people did stuff like that because I had seen it in porn videos. But I thought it was just a porn thing. I didn’t think real people did anything that dirty and disgusting. But once you have a tongue probing your asshole, any thoughts that it’s dirty and disgusting are long gone. I loved it.

Stepdad Bill: I heard Katie whisper in my ear that it was time. As I moved forward the tip of my raging prick touched the folds of Jill’s pussy. Then I felt Katie grab the base of my cock and damned if she didn’t guide it right into her daughter’s slit. And as a bonus, she had a lubed finger right up my ass. Jill’s pussy was sopping wet from my ministrations and with my prick coated with lube, it slid right into her with no problem. What an incredible feeling!

Jill wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles together behind my back. My brain told me to start furiously pumping my cock into that sweet teen pussy as hard as I could. But I knew that the plan was to treat the young girl like the virgin that she was. So my strokes were slow and gentle.

But I quickly learned that I wasn’t the only person doing the fucking. Jill’s body started slamming against mine and soon she was controlling the actual fucking. Then she cried out that she wanted me to roll over and put her on top. So I did. Omigod, now she was in full control and she was slamming her cunt up and down on my rigid prick as fast as possible. Katie just kind of sat back and watched in wonder, amazed to see her teen daughter turn into a crazed sex maniac.

I was overcome not only with the sensations her tight pussy was creating on my throbbing prick, but just the whole scene had me jacked out of my mind. Here I was laying on the bed with my wife watching while her teen daughter literally fucked my brains out. No way could I hold back. I felt the cum boiling in my balls and then that incredible feeling as it shot up through my prick and blasted the inside of Jill’s cunt. She let out a scream as her orgasm hit and I was right there with her.

Daughter Jill: When Bill’s monster prick slid into my body, it was the best feeling in the world. Even better than I had imagined. Even with my wetness and the lube on his cock, his thickness stretched the limits of my vagina. It even hurt a bit but in a very good way. But as he stroked in and out of me, the length of his cock was bumping against my cervix and that was uncomfortable. Especially once I took over slamming my cunt up onto his prick. But once we rolled over and I was on top, then I could control how deep his cock went into me and it felt fabulous.

I didn’t think he would last long. I never realized I was multi-orgasmic because when I masturbated myself it usually took quite a bit of action before I could cum. But with a prick inside of me, all bets were off. I probably had six or eight orgasms while we fucked. And when he came, I could literally feel each spurt of cum hitting the inside of my vagina.

Mom Katie: Watching Jill go crazy on Bill’s cock, I really couldn’t believe she had never been fucked before. But we had had many very long and deep discussions about sex and I knew this was her first time. But she was a natural and whatever guy ended up with her would be one lucky bastard.

I knew she was cumming over and over and I felt very happy for her. Finally, she collapsed on top of Bill’s chest and the two of them lay there totally exhausted. Frankly, I felt a bit left out because both of them had cum and I hadn’t. I didn’t see any way I could insert myself into what they were doing, so I had to hope that Bill would take care of me later that evening.

Finally Jill raised her body up and Bill’s wet cock slid out of her and plopped back onto his stomach. I watched her hold herself over his body with her arms and legs extended and I could see streams of semen drooling out of her pussy onto Bill’s cock. Then the little slut slid off of him and took his half hard cum covered prick in her mouth and sucked him clean. She had him all tidied up before I could get over to them and help out.

Now I was getting a bit worried. Had I created a monster that couldn’t be controlled? I knew instinctively that this one fuck was not going to be enough for Jill and I suspected the same might be true for Bill. I had opened the door and now I was worried I couldn’t get it closed.

But I thought I might have a solution.

See also:
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #1
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

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Trapped Cum Play

I met Shonna at a bowling alley. We got to talking among the noise of all the people and the crashing pins. She was about my age and quite good-looking, although I try not to notice such things.

Since my last girlfriend moved to Chicago, I’ve decided I don’t need a relationship just now. Too complicated.

But this woman, well, the conversation flowed nicely. It became personal. Too personal to be discussing among all those people, so we took it out into the parking lot. It was just a bit too chilly, so we jumped in her car. Weird and kind of forward, I know, but it was cold outside.

She started asking me about my masturbation habits. The funny thing is, I’d normally be way to shy, but at this point in the conversation, it was kind of OK. She told me she gets off several times a day. She said she likes it kind of rough. I admitted I like it kind rough at times also.
She admitted to having bisexual fantasies. So did I.

One thing led to another and we ended going to her apartment. When she opened the door she yelled, “James, I brought you a surprise!”

My heart leapt into my throat. Who was James? Maybe her dog or something? No, a guy came bounding down the stairs. He wasn’t bad looking. Tall and thin – and naked! And, erect!

I’m not an idiot. I realized I had been set up. Perhaps I should have been angry, or maybe afraid. I mean these were total strangers to me. But, no, I felt everything was going to be alright. More than alright. I frankly wouldn’t mind a nice threesome.

It wasn’t long until Shonna and I were as naked as James and all three of us were hugging together on their big bed. My god she was a good-looking chick!

Shonna stopped rolling around and hugging for a monent, explaining to James that I admitted liking rough sex also. He smiled in delight and asked whether I trust him. Could he do anything to me as long as it wasn’t super-painful or harmful? Just the fact that he asked somewhat assured me that these folks would be OK. Still, the whole situation was as scary as it was erotic.

While Shonna watched and kind of lightly touched herself, James had me lay on my back and then started in on me with nice gentle testicle massage. That’s something that’s not been done to me very often. In fact, I don’t think anyone ever specifically massaged my balls. I was really liking it. I had already been erect for a few minutes, but now, I felt my cock straining at it’s absolute full length. He slowly massaged harder and harder, with one ball between the thumb and first fingers of each of his hands. He was rolling my compressed balls slightly back and forth. It was starting to hurt, but I was loving it. I was loving it so much I was starting to get that ‘gonna cum’ feeling. I was about to tell him to stop, but he seems to have sensed my situation and quit on his own.

This is where it gets crazy. He explained the plan, and although it scared me so much my body was shaking a little bit, I was very excited to give it a try.

He brought out a little tube of Krazy glue. I was like, “No, that’s insane. What if I can’t get the glue off?”

Shonna explained that with a bit of coconut oil, the glue releases it’s grip. She said she has had her inner labia glued together, and they played with James having his scrotum glued in various ways. They always were able to get the glue off.

So, I let James put a little glue on my peehole, and within seconds my urethra was glued shut. He then added a second then a third layer of glue. Meanwhile, having him put the glue on my dick, and holding it this way and that as he inspected his work was feeling just wonderful. If nothing more had happened that day, I would have been happy.

But more did happen! Once the glue was all set James announced, “I want to watch as you fuck Shonna.” I was happily shocked. I knew this gluing was leading up to something, but I didn’t realize. I mean, I just felt super-lucky. I had figured maybe James or maybe Shonna give me a handjob or something leading up to me nearly ejaculating again, they’d remove the glue, then, I don’t know, maybe oral sex or something.

Instead, this is what happened. Shonna got on hands and knees presenting her pussy to me. Kneeling behind her, I also had a great view of her anus. I just love female anuses. Male too, truth be told. She then invited me to put my penis in her very wet pussy. It slipped right in. I swear I stroked back and forth in her no more than six times before I orgasmed. I was scared to death about the cum being blocked, and at the same time, as sexually exhilirated as I had ever been. The ejaculation started. It was unlike any of my life. I felt the trapped cum being compressed within my cock. That seems to have not only caused the ejaculatory contractions to be stronger, but they just kept coming. I believe they lasted twice as long as usual.

Meanwhile, Shonna had been rubbing her clit with one hand, and as my penis was still erect in her, and as the contractions were finally subsiding, she started having contractions of her own as she orgasmed. This felt a little different than usual intercourse. I could really feel her contractions. I thought it was because maybe she was orgasming harder than most women, but it was more likely because I still had cum compressed within my urethra.

I stayed hard all the way through her orgasm and for a couple of minutes afterward. She just stayed in position, and so did I. As my penis started finally wilting, Her vagina ejected me. My erection didn’t go entirely down. I think that’s due to the cum keeping my urethra expanded.

Oddly, my cock started to itch. The itch became quite noticeable. James told me that’s because the cum is a bit alkiline, while piss is acedic. The urethra isn’t used to cum being held inside and reacts slightly. In any case, I wanted that glue off – right now!

But it was not to be. Shonna wanted to play with my penis first. She pressed her fingers off and on against my urethra. I could feel the cum squishing back and forth within. Then, more forcibly, she started squeezing my penis from head to where it connects with my body, forcing the cum down, back into me. She continued pressing downward, through my ballsack, then just ahead of my anus. I felt the cum kind of going blurb, blurb, as it was forced through my sphincters and into my bladder.

James came to the rescue with his coconut oil, and sure enough the glue let go, as a little remaining cum spurted out of my peehole.

Shortly afterward I had to pee. Both of them followed me into the bathroom to watch. Normally, it’s difficult for me to pee in front of an audience, but by now I really had to go, so it was fairly easy to pee into their sink. Toward the end of the flow, I felt a kind of chunk, chunk feeling as globs of cum flowed out with the last of my urine. The two of them were delighted to see that.

As you can imagine Shonna, James and I have become the best of friends, and we have done several three-way rough and crazy sex experiments since then.

Note: We don’t know whether this may be harmful in some way. Perhaps a person could have an allergic reaction to the glue, or maybe it’s carcinogenic. Maybe one could be glued so tightly that it won’t release, or maybe one could injure their urethra with trapped cum. So recreating this experiment is not recommended. Better to enjoy this account, then devise your own harmless ways to have orgasmic delight.

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Kylee

There were four graduate students doing great work in Dr. Edwards’ botany lab. To keep it simple, basically we were working on plant-based solutions to global warming.

One of the sudents was Kylee Jackson. She was a tiny little thing who literally looked more like a pre-teen boy than a woman, even though she was 22 years old. Her height was around 4′ 1″ or 124cm. She wasn’t what you’d call a pretty girl, with curly black hair that was only an inch long, and no curves on her body other than her somewhat oversized breasts. She looked a bit like Audrey Hepburn.

But who was looking? I was there for the science, and frankly, this girl was annoying. She was a counter-exampler. That’s another way of saying that pretty much anything I, or anyone on the team said, she’d counter it with a correction. If I said something was 8cm tall, she’d say it was more like 9cm. If I said something concrete, she’d shoot back, that ‘nothing is a fact until proven.’ I’m sure if I had said the sky was blue, she’d say it was closer to cyan. She had a somewhat squeaky little-girl voice to go with her little body.

The other grad students were much easier to get along with. The one thing Kylee had going for her was a beautiful smile. Even I, who didn’t really care for this little girl, noticed that.

For three months we worked on that experiment. I mostly keep the instruments calibrated, while she volunteered to monitor the measurements. That was nice of her since it was the least fun of the work. I started to get used to Kylee.

It started to get weird when sometimes, out of the blue, I mean cyan, she’d say something sort of sexual, generally having to do with masturbation. She was evidently more than a little bit pro-masturbation. I was always thinking, ‘OK Kylee, so you masturbate. Big deal, we all do that.’

It started to get personal, and oddly, I didn’t really mind. One day she started to describe exactly how she masturbates. Like, I really wanted to hear that. Geez! And yet, it made me horny. That evening I jerked off with, of all things, visions of Kylee in mind. I was imagining that little slip of a kid without clothing. Specifically, in my mind, I was noticing her probably smooth and firm little ass, and wondering if she has curly black crotch hair to match the hair on her head. I ejaculated big time, even getting a spurt of cum on my chin.

A day later, she came right out and asked me if I masturbate. I wasn’t shocked. By now, I knew that every time if she and I were alone in the lab, she’d get on the topic of wanking.

“Watch that beaker, it’s about to spill,” I responded, avoiding answering.

She pushed the cup away from the edge of the bench, and just stared at me, expecting an answer.

“Well, yes, I do. Doesn’t everyone?”

She seemed satisfied, and continued with the filtrate. Then, after a moment of silence, she asked, “Do you believe masturbation should be a private matter?”

I really wasn’t comfortable with this conversation, but I said, “I guess not. I mean, logically, why should it be? If people want to wank together, why should anyone stop them?”

Having had just about enough of this confusing girl and her crazy conversations, I blurted out, “I know what you want.”

Dead silence. Then, in a quiet little voice, she asked, “Oh, and what do you think I want?”

I hadn’t really thought it through. It was probably my subconscious answering, “You want to masturbate with me.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, holding a Erlenmeyer flask in mid-air, then slowly set it down, turned red in the face, and ran out of the lab.

‘Good,’ I thought. ‘I’d rather work alone anyway.’

My minor anger lasted only a few seconds, to be replaced, beyond my control, with a feeling of remorse, sadness, and guilt. I must have severely hurt her feelings. And she wasn’t that bad really. Kind of nice, actually. I’ll have to apologize.

It took me a few minutes to locate Kylee. I found her in Dr. Edwards’ office using the second computer where she often did research.

I started to apologize, but she interrupted me. “I’m sorry. I’m kind of a sex freak. I mean, well, I do think about sex and masturbation all the time, and I kind of overflow with it. I shouldn’t have troubled you with my fucked-up obsession.”

“It’s not fucked-up,” I replied, continuing with, “Well, I mean…”

Now it was my turn to blush. “So like I masturbate all the time also. It’s just human nature.”

This is where I said the weirdest, stupidest, yet most successful thing in my life. I said it without thinking it through. “Sometimes images of you come to mind when I jerk off.”

“Really?” Again, her cheeks turned red.

One thing led to another and about three days later found us alone together in my dorm room. We had decided we should masturbate together. It would be like an experiment. A procedure. We’d learn something about how the opposite sex achieves orgasm. We agreed there’d be nothing sexual about it. It was just to be a learning experience.

My roommate was out for the weekend. I thought Kylee and I would throw off our clothes instantly. Getting naked with her was the only thing on my mind for the past 72 hours until we could arrange a time and place. Yet we both hesitated.

Staring stupidly at each other for a minute, she was the first to speak, “How should we do this?”

I found a deck of cards, and we decided strip poker would be the ideal solution. However, after a couple of hands in which I lost one shoe, and she lost both shoes and a sock, we realized it was going too slow. We were crazy with horniness and we both knew it. We switched to drawing a single card each, and whoever got the lowest card had to remove one more item of clothing.

I lost terribly, being down to my underpants while she still hadn’t even removed her sweater yet. I found it rather embarrassing. Why, I don’t know. After all, we both knew we were planning to be naked and masturbating together in just a few minutes. My penis was hard. I couldn’t help it, and I’m sure she could see the outline in my underpants.

“Oh hell,” I blurted, and just pulled my underpants down.

Kylee put her hand to her mouth and gasped. She was frozen like that for a moment, just staring at my cock. Then, slowly, she just started removing all her clothing.

When her bra came off, I was flabbergasted. I had seen many tits in porn, but there she was, big as life, and I do mean big. Oh, her tits weren’t huge, but they were large, and on her small body, they were truly amazing. Her dark aerolae had to be be two inches in diametr. As if my cock wasn’t already hard, I would have become that way instantly.

Once naked, we had a moment of ‘How should we do this?’ Without words, she sat sideways on my roommate’s bed, and I sat on my bed facing her. She kind of reluctantly put her left fingertips on her own right nipple, and her right hand went to her crotch. By the way, she did have curly black hair down there matching the hair on her head. It was uniform, like a carpet. It occurred to me she must keep it trimmed.

In contrast, she could see that I was all shaved down there. It’s what all us young guys do these days. Besides, I like it hairless. It makes masturbation that much better.

I started stroknig my penis up and down slowly. Normally, once I’m hard I go like a million miles an hour, but I was kind of embarrassed to do so fast in front of her. So I went up and down slowly.

Something odd happened. Rather than what I was expecting, that I would cum way too soon, my cock went soft. The harder I willed it to stay hard, the less it cooperated. I kind of mumbled to Kylee that it must be because of the unusualness of the situation.

She mumbled back, “Performance anxiety.” She was probably more of an expert on these matters htan I knew.

Again wordlessly, she got up off my roommate’s bed and crossed over to mine, sitting down next to me. She made a motion to grab my penis with her fingertips, but our positions weren’t right so she couldn’t easily reach it.

Simply saying, “Lay down,” she grabbed a rolling chair and came over to the side of the bed, as I complied with her request.

She reached out, and put her fingertips on the head of my cock. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world. No one had ever touched my penis but me. Not even a doctor. It was like an electric shock, but better. Way better!

I was hard again in no time, and faster than you can pronounce the word “ejaculation” I was shooting cum all over Kylee’s pretty little hand.

The only thing she said was “Oooh,” in a very appreciative tone.

I had her take my place on my bed. I was going to just start playing with her pussy with my fingertips, but something came over me. I laid down beside her little body, and just kissed her. I hadn’t planed to do that in the slightest. We had planned to just masturbate together. That’s all.

She kissed me back, very passionately. It turned to French kissing. We kept it up for a long time. Oddly, my penis hadn’t softened after ejaculating in her hands. It was hard as it had ever been as we rolled back and forth a little bit on my skinny single bed, still kissing. I felt her amazing boobs pressed against my chest. In that moment, I realized she was the prettiest, most desirable girl in the whole wide world.

We weren’t supposed to do what happened next. During the previous three days we had discussed how we were both masturbation freaks, and we would would masturbate together. That’s all. But nature took over, and I felt her squirm down, breaking our kiss, so her vagina was lined up with my penis. She was kind of squirming to get the head of my cock in her. I wasn’t objecting.

Then, suddenly, I was objecting. I knew we had to do something. We needed protection. Fortunately, I knew where Kevin, my roommate, kept a box of condoms. He had proudly waved it around, showing it to me one day, as if he actually planned to use one. As if he actually had someone to use one with. I ripped open the box and took one out, figuring I’d make my apology to him later.

I tore open the packet and tried unrolling one on my super-hard erection. Kylee had to help. She discovered I had the stupid thing upside down. She flipped it over, and unrolled it over my penis. I almost ejaculated again as she did so. How weird is that? I never orgasm a second time. It takes me hours to recover and wank again.

Awkwardly, we came together again on my bed, and with some pushing and shoving and repositioning I finally got my penis in Kylee, and it was so amazing. She was so warm and friendly inside! Unfortunately, I ejulated almost immediately.

I knew she wanted more so I tried desperately to stay hard and continue sliding back and forth inside her, but my penis softened, and fell out.

I’m not an idiot. I know girls want to orgasm just as much as boys. I kind of knew what to do so I changed my position on the bed so I could put my mouth on her crotch. It smelled wonderful. I had never smelled anything as beautiful as that in my life and knew that without a doubt, I’d be doing much more of all of this in the future. It took a while working my way through her hair and down to her clit, but soon enough I had her writhing and screaming in orgasm. I was so delighted to do that for her, even though I was also concerned about possibly bothering the people in the dorms next door with the noise.

As you can imagine, from that time forward in the lab, Kylee and I were the best of friends and coworkers. Dr. Edwards congratulated us, and wryly added, “I knew you two would hit it off the first time I saw you.”

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Hard Testicle Squeezing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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