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Bianca’s Smut Shack

By Spurtz

Bianca’s Smut Shack was an online community created in 1994. You can read the details in Wikipedia. Look up bianca.com on Wikipedia. It was created by Alex Thau and Chris Miller. The story I heard, but never confirmed, was that it was created as a social experiment meant to be the subject of Miller’s college thesis. The idea was to give people a site where free speech was totally unregulated and see how people would react.

There was no fee to become a registered member. About the only benefit to being a registered member was you owned your own handle and nobody else could use it on the site. Non-members were free to use any of the Shack’s features but did not have a permanent handle. I believe at some point later that a fee was charged. I don’t remember every paying anything but that might have been because I acted as a moderator for the Q&A Forum in the Shack.

In the beginning this worked pretty well. Let me describe, as best as I can remember, what the shack consisted of. It was actually a quite complex site. One of the mainstays was a series of chat rooms, said to be the first functional public chat rooms on the web. I was never a huge user of the chat rooms so I don’t remember exactly how many there were. Each one had a different theme. Some were quite tame while others were not.

In trying to research the details of the Shack, since my memory of the details is not that good, I ran across a site where a significant portion of the Shack is archived. However, only top level links are active. For example you can open various forums and click on the top level links that do open but if you try to open any lower level links, they don’t go anywhere. Here is the home page of the Shack. There is a crude drawing of a house floor plan. You can click on any of the rooms to see what’s there. The Parlor is where I spent most of my time.

Bianca’s Shack Map
Bianca's Smut Shack Map

You can still see the map, and the rooms are clickable at archive.org, the website that stores old information from all over the Internet. Here’s the link: https://web.archive.org/web/20051126203426/http://shack.bianca.com/shack/shackmap.html

If you go to the second link that takes you to the Q&A page, take a look at the section (see attached screen shot) where Boner’s FAQ Shacklet is linked. The link works and takes you to a huge body of work that I did (and had totally forgotten about). I must have spent many, many hours putting that together. It’s worth a look.


There was also a series of forums where users could ask and answer questions. There were three forums located in a section of the Shack called the Parlor. One forum, that was my favorite, was a Sexual Question and Answer Forum. The page held 50 questions. As a new question was added at the top, the bottom question dropped off the list. A person could post a question and it could take a couple of weeks to work its way to the bottom. In the meantime several people could answer each question. Additionally, you could post replies or further comments under the answers. All the questions and answers that dropped off the list were archived and available if desired.

The other two forums in the Parlor were the Sexual Fetish Forum and the Sexual Fantasy Forum. One of the women in my clique moderated the Fantasy Form.

I found an archived page of the Q&A Forum. You can read the questions but the responses to the questions are not available.


The thing that is a bit mysterious about these archived pages is they are dated 2004, long after the Shack was essentially shut down in 2001. I used to check back in 2002 and other than some chat, nothing was going on. It appears that by 2004 it was somewhat operational again. And I do see a couple of names on the Q&A archived forum that I remember from my days on the Shack. Danae and Suzie Creamcheese are two of them.

Another feature of the Shack was any registered member could set up their own site within the Shack. I had a forum where I posted my movie reviews. There were a large number of these private sites. Some open to anybody and others only to friends who had to use a password to enter. The sites ranged from hard core sex to innocent stuff like my movie reviews.

One of the things that I found most appealing to the Shack was how friendships were formed and regular members would gather together into cliques. Some groups were friendly to others while there was also some animosity between groups. Overall it was an amazing online community that was seriously addicting.

There was one woman who went by the name of Psycho, who in my opinion really was a bit nuts. She had an online boyfriend named Thunder and the two of them tried to terrorize anybody who they didn’t like. One of the things that happened was the two of them had their own private site on the Shack where they shared photos of each other and also sexy private posts. One of the women in my group somehow figured out what their password was and passed it around to everybody in my group. We could go into their private site and look at their naked photos and read their private messages. And then laugh about them amongst ourselves. Sounds mean but they were both jerks.

Over time things started to get out of hand in some of the forums and Chris Miller decided to create moderators for each forum. This kind of went against the original concept for the Shack and Psycho and her group ranted and raved against it. I was appointed moderator the Sexual Question Forum. I operated using the handle Boner. Basically what I, and other moderators, did was to delete personal attacks and underage stuff.

At one point a woman asked a question about what it was like to participate in a threesome. Even though I had never been in one, I did respond to her question, also wondering what it might be like. Her handle was L.A. Gal which further intrigued me as I was also in L.A. We became online friends and swapped email and later phone numbers and eventually met in person and then six months later got married. And we both got to actually experience a threesome, which was very successful.

Lady I met throug Bianca's Smut Shack

After a couple of years, the guys behind the site held a party in San Francisco open to any of the members of the Shack. This was before I met L.A. Gal, but I attended and got to meet many of the online friends that I had made via the Shack. Some of these friendships were extremely close. One very outspoken woman lived in S.F. and invited me and several other Shack members for a drink at her apartment before we went to the party. Much later L.A. Gal and I attended her wedding which was a riot. Although we left before the action really got started, we heard that, among other things, the bride sucked off the best man in front of the entire assemblage including the groom. Unfortunately she died a few years later from some incurable disease she had been living with.

But at the party, I did meet in person one of the women who I had carried on many posted conversations with and although she was not a member of my immediate clique, I considered her a friend and was very taken with her obvious intelligence. Only to be blown away when I met her face to face as she was one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. A bit too young for me. Well, let me put that differently. I was a bit too old for her. My loss. I left the party about midnight. The venue where the party was held was really dark and consisted of a whole series of rooms broken up to where it could be easy to get lost. I did hear later that quite a bit of sex took place in the wee hours of the morning. I really didn’t expect anything like that to happen or I would have stuck around longer.

It was also great fun to meet a lot of people who I had interfaced with on the Shack site. You form an idea of what a person looks like based on a couple of years of reading their posts only to find out that they looked nothing like that.

Prior to meeting L.A. Gal I did meet in person two of the women I had originally met in the Shack. They were both in my immediate clique. Both of them lived way too far away from me for any kind of regular hookup. I did spend four days with one of them in the general area of Yellowstone National Park. Her specialty was giving deep throat blowjobs and when she had my entire cock down her throat, her tongue came out and licked my balls. We are still email buddies although she’s now happily married with several kids.

The second one flew into L.A. on her way to visit friends but spent four days with me first. Keep in mind that this was the first time I ever met her face to face. I picked her up at the airport and within 15 minutes of arriving at my house, we were both naked and fucking our brains out. It was four days of near non-stop sex including a four-way with another couple. Years later my then girl friend and I visited her and her fiancée and had a nice dinner together. No sex. We are still email buddies. My girlfriend was aware that she and I had been intimate but her fiancée had no idea. The photos included with this story are of her and me.

Back to the Shack. I went through a period where I would go into one of the chat rooms using a female handle. I would hook up with a guy and through more and more explicit chat get him to jack off for me. I know these poor guys were totally convinced they had latched onto a real sexpot.

Then things took a turn for the worse. I never knew if it was one guy causing all the grief or if it was several. Whoever it was started bombing the forums. Somehow they had figured out a way to post 50 questions in the Q&A Forum at once. It was actually the same question posted 50 times. Which of course wiped out every question and answer on the forum. Basically shutting it down. As soon as a few legit questions would start to appear, they would get wiped out.

They did this to all the forums. Then they went after the chat rooms effectively shutting them down with multiple posts. I contacted Chris Miller, one of the originators of the site, to see what could be done. The only way to combat it would be to only allow registered members to make a post. For some reason he didn’t want to do that. Part of the problem was the amount of bandwidth needed to support the site, which had grown to a huge size, was beyond Miller’s and his partner’s ability to finance it. The site was purchased by Nerve.com, an online magazine devoted to sexual subjects, in 1999. I believe Miller was somehow still involved. But by 2001, Bianca’s Smut Shack was history. I was a faithful follower the entire seven years of its existence. Almost too much. I was badly addicted to the site.

In its heyday it was to my mind the most interesting site on the internet, and not just because of the sex, although that was a powerful attraction. It’s too bad that someone hasn’t attempted to recreate it. I know that there are some sites that are somewhat similar but I’ve never found anything that comes close to what the Shack was in its prime. I’m not big on pay sites, but I would pay if the Shack could reappear in its original format.

If you google bianca.com you just get a page that says “bianca loves you.” For many years after its demise, the page also included the crudely drawn map of the site listing all the chat rooms and forums. Even after I gave up on it once the Q&A went down, I think a couple of the chat rooms limped along. And even the Q&A somehow stayed active although by then I had lost interest. The idiots who destroyed the site also lost interest and allowed the chats to continue.

There is also a bianca.org site that claims to be the real world extension of bianca.com. They have staged parties in conjunction with The Burning Man event. Their first involvement with Burning Man was in 1996 while the Shack was still active. I remember Chris Miller telling me about the event and what a trip it was to attend. According to the bianca.org site, the last event held by the group was in 2006, so that bianca effort has also appeared to have run its course.

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My Brother Laramy

I’ve always been interested in all things sexual. It started before I can remember, but by the time I was fifteen not only was I masturbating at least twice a day, but I was always on the internet, looking for new information about sex.

I had figured out early on that I didn’t want to fuck. Too problematic in many ways. For three years after opportunities started coming my way (pun intended), I was still technically a virgin. However, in my early years, I had all sorts of objects stuck in any place they can be stuck, by both guys and girls. And, of course, I’ve been not only the stuckee, but the stucker, also.

But back to when I was fifteen. I had read that some women can orgasm from anal stimulation. I had already experienced clitoral and vaginal orgasms – plenty of them. All by myself, however. I hadn’t yet done anything with anyone else. It almost happened with this girl I know, but she geeked out at the last moment, so we didn’t even kiss.

The more I thought about the idea of orgasming from anal stimulation, the more I knew I had to try it. Oh, I had pressed a finger into my own butt, and sometimes an object or two. While enjoyable, nothing brought me close to orgasming. I started to realize I needed someone to help me out. I just couldn’t get it right by myself. But who?

The idea of my 13-year old brother came to mine. He’s a lovely kid, and would do any reasonable thing I asked. but no. Too crazy, right?

Well, you know how it is. An idea builds in your mind, and like a bulldog with a bone, you won’t let it go. So, feeling all sheepish and silly, and hell, downright embarrassed, I asked him.

“You want me to do what? You’ve gotta be kidding,” he ejaculated – in the old-fashioned use of the word. He was a late developer. I was pretty sure he couldn’t ejaculate yet, in the more modern use of the word.

I’m sure my face turned red. Now I felt like an idiot asking him to finger my ass.

Then he surprised me by saying in a bright, enthusiastic voice, “You bet!”

We got naked. It wasn’t like we hadn’t seen each other naked before, but that was like 8 years ago, when I was seven and he was five.

I was so horned up already, but then seeing him, with hairless little boner all hard and sticking straight out, well, I orgasmed, and I hadn’t even touched myself. It’s a good thing I’m a multi-orgasmic girl. From what I had read, not all women are like me. Some cum once, then like the boys I’d read about, they are totally done.

Now Laramy, my brother announced, “I can cum, you wanna see?” as he immediately started stroking his penis.

“Wait,” I practically yelled. I knew if he came he might lose interest in doing anything with me. I explained why I wanted him to wait, and he stopped. But he didn’t stop looking at my breasts. He was just staring, almost drooling like a fool. I was rather proud of my boobs, even though I was hoping they hadn’t fully grown in yet. They hadn’t reached that stage where they fold over and lay against my chest. I didn’t know if they would ever get that big or not. At the moment, they were really just bumps with little pink nipples on them.

On that occasion, Laramy did indeed cum, but it was like two little clear drips that seemed like water, or clear piss. I put my finger on one of the drips on his tummy, and it was kind of sticky, so I guess it was truly cum.

That was the first of many sexual explorations. He and I eventually became quite oral. There’s nothing like a dick in your mouth from a guy that you really and truly trust. Then, when that guy turns around and licks your clit, sucking your inner labia into his mouth, well, call it “Heaven!” We sometimes did 69, sucking each other at the same time, but more often, we’d take turns so we could more fully get the experience.

Around age seventeen, I met a guy named Ken. He and I hit it off. It wasn’t long before we were sexual. Oh, I know, but look, we were careful, always using condoms. As I’m sure all adult women know, the fulfilling feeling of a penis in your cunt can’t be beat, right?

The only problem with Ken was that Laramy became sort of jealous. Well, not quite that. He just missed our sessions together. Fortunately for Lar, that didn’t last long. One day Ken mentioned an interest in bisexuality. It took me like one second to figure I should set up something with Ken, Laramy, and me.

Fast forward ten years. My breasts never grew bigger. Oh, they’re OK, but they don’t flop down like I think I would have enjoyed. I’m still with Ken. Can you believe it? Laramy, Ken and I did fully play several times. A couple of times, in front of Ken’s delighted eyes, I did actually get fucked by my brother. Even in the ass one time. Always with condoms of course.

However, it didn’t last. It was inevitable that Lar would meet a girl. In fact. He’s been a serial monogamist for the past several years, but has totally lost interest in playing with Ken and his sister. Oh, well. Ken and I know how to have a good time with each other, and some other people we’ve met. But all that’s for another story.

My Crazy Mother

Well, as you know, my mom is crazy. [I didn’t know.] Yes, the day I turned eighteen, she gave me a blowjob as one of my birthday gifts. I was weirded out at first, and part of me wanted no part of it. Another part wanted to see whether she’d really do that. I mean, she’s done insane things all her life, but that took it to a new level, in my opinion. Yet another part of me was suddenly aroused as soon as she announced it.

Yes, she’s quite nuts. The six or so boyfriends she had since I can remember have all been too weirded out by her to stay for long. On, I don’t mean she gets drunk, yells, or anything like that. More like she’ll invite me and my friends on a midnight picnic. She often wears the skimpiest bikinis when she goes to the grocery store. She’s taken me to a nude beach maybe six times, starting when I was ten years old. Of course, it had little effect on me at that age. It was just ‘the beach’ and that was that. She has embarrassed me on multiple occasions with my friends, or guys on my team, asking them questions like how often they masturbate. Notice, she didn’t ask ‘if’ they masturbate. That would have given them an out, and I think she wanted to see them squirm a little bit. Then, she’d frequently start talking right there with me and my friends about the benefits of masturbation. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she gives blow by blow accounts of the couple of times she’s caught me jerking off. Geez! She does all this stuff with a smile, and a disarmingly friendly manner. She’s not mean. Just overly fun-loving.

So, on my 18th birthday, she offered a blowjob. Of course there was only one option. I said, “No thanks Mom.”

She brought it up about eight more times, finally begging to blow me. She’s my mother. What could I do?

Getting ready was easy enough. She’s seen me naked a million times, although not so much in recent years. She has even practiced Brazillian waxing on me. That’s removing the hair from one’s crotch, in case you didn’t know. You see, she thought she’d become a waxer for a living, but never really carried through on that. However she still waxes herself and me. I’ve decided I like the fully nude look very much. She doesn’t really need to work. Before my father died (when I was six), he had bought eight houses. We live in one, and rent out the others, which makes enough money to live on, and even put me through college.

Yes, when she waxes my dick, I usually get an erection, with her handling it and all. No, I’ve never ejaculated during the process. However, I must admit that when she was done that first time, I examined her work in the shower, the super smooth skin where the hair had been, and it made me so horny I jerked off right away.

So, back to the blowjob. She had me stand, and knelt on a pillow in front of me. To my surprise, the moment she put my dick in her mouth, I hardened up like a rock. Like an ice-cold popsicle. But there was nothing icy about it. Her mouth was warm and inviting. Her hands on my butt were warm and wonderful also. I came almost instantly, and she swallowed the whole works. My knees almost buckled and I had to sit down.

“Son, it’s been so long! The last time I did that was with your father. Well, no, actually with Gary. No, after Gary was Jason… well, it’s been a while. You taste just like your father. Have you ever been blown?”

“No Mom. You know I haven’t had any serious girlfriends yet. That was my first blowjob ever. ” I had trouble saying the word ‘blowjob.’

It’s been four years since my 18th birthday blowjob. My mother has given me numerous blowjobs and handjobs. Oh, and more than once I’ve woken in the morning in her bed, having fallen asleep during one of her gentle post-orgasm testicle massages.

It was actually me who suggested we fuck one night as I was rubbing my dick through her delicious ass crack. She said “No.” That was going too far. I finally found my mother’s limits!

Reciprocation? You bet. I’ve licked her vagina to orgasm, multiple orgasms, many times. I just can’t get over being amazed that I came out of that little slot. I like working two fingers from each hand in, and spreading it as wide as I can, looking inside to see the place of my origin. She totally enjoys the stretching. She particularly likes when I slowly put a wet finger in her ass while licking her clitoris, and I love doing it.

As to my own sex life, I mean, the other people in my life, so far I’ve had two serious girlfriends, and one boyfriend. The thing with the guy didn’t last very long. I think both of us were just experimenting. For me, at least, it didn’t have the same effect as with girls. I’m still with Jenny. I think she may be the one. Reluctantly, I took her to meet my mom for the first time in July. There was no telling what my mom might do. And she did. She got all horny and sexy acting around Jenny. I was mortified, until I noticed Jenny was lapping it all up. It ended up with all three of us in Mom’s bed. The two women barely noticed me, kissing, rolling and licking each other as they were.

I think I’ve been mentally trying to balance my mother’s craziness by being overly conservative. I’m going to have to rethink that.

Me and The Musician

sexual story, me and the musician

I work for a famous musician. If you know anything about music, you know who he is. I won’t blow his cover but you can probably guess.

I plan to be a singer. A great singer. I have the skill, the love of music, and I’ve already composed a tune or two, or a few dozen. [She laughs.]

But being skilled in music, and successful are two different things. So, in my spare time, I reading about publicity and advertising of all things. While the occasional musician has made it by luck, or being in the right place in time, I know that knowing about business is going to give me a big advantage.

My mom also added her own sage advice for another advantage: Get next to the people who are already successful in the industry.

When I heard this guy, let’s call him George, was looking for a PA – personal assistant, I applied. To my amazement, I actually got the job. The only thing that was a bit troubling is that George warned me before I took the job that I’d be around a lot of sex. “Crazy sex” he called it. Frankly, I didn’t really understand what that might mean, and I probably should have run from George immediately. But I was terribly excited by the idea.

George is well-known for being a single playboy. So, I figured maybe I’d stumble in on him while fucking the occasional groupie or something. It occurred to me he might be interested in me in a sexual way. Oddly, I didn’t hate the idea.

My first week was at his home and office. I thought he might want to come on to me. To want sex with me right away. Part of me knew how wrong that would be. Part of me rather liked the idea, naughty though it would be.

What’s weird is that he didn’t come on to me at all. He just treated me like one of the guys. I supposed it was because he could have as much sex as he wanted with all his groupies. But I also started to build a complex. Why wasn’t he interested in me? Was I ugly? What was going on?

He and the band are frequently traveling. He has quite a few people coming and going in his life. All kinds of managers, service people, relatives, and a non-stop bunch of groupies always trying to get next to him. That’s part of my job, keeping them away. I felt kind of privileged, I’m kind of a George groupie myself, and I know all about him, now. I had inside information.

So, the first thing is he’s not shy. What successful musician is? But it comes out in weird ways. I have indeed stumbled in on him while he’s fucking someone. In fact, sometimes I’m invited. Oh, not to have sex, but to bring them breakfast, or adjust something in the room, or discuss travel plans. Sometimes it freaks his women out, to be naked, sometimes even in the throes of sex, and have me come into the room, but they deal with it.

I was delighted the first time to see him fucking a long-haired blond girl on a tour. I don’t know if she was a friend, groupie, or just what. We left town in the morning, and I haven’t seen her since.

However, I was shocked when I saw him in bed with Jerome, another member of the band. They were giving each other handjobs. I didn’t see that coming. To be fair, there’s nothing wrong with that, but still…

But on most evenings, he’s alone, other than me. He’ll have me do silly things, like draw a bath – like he couldn’t do that himself. Oh well, I guess it makes him happy to be waited on, hand and foot. He pays me well, so I’m not going to complain.

As to music, he’s heard me sing. He was very complimentary. At one point, I was able to explain to him that one reason I took the job was to get as close as I could to the music industry, and to be noticed by the people who could potentially make my career. He was fine with that. He has offered to help me in any way he can, but nothing specific has come from that, yet.

So, back to the part you want to hear about. It started a couple of weeks in. We were on tour, which is no small thing. He has three big buses for him, the band, and all the support personnel. It must cost him a fortune. On top of that, mostly, his people don’t even sleep in the buses. They stay in hotels. Nice, expensive hotels. I know, I’m the one who books them.

We were in a hotel, and I drew him a bath. As he was soaking he yelled for me to come in the bathroom. He wanted to talk about some detail. I forget, something about the lighting at the next day’s venue. I came in, and sat on the closed toilet while we talked. The thing was, he had an erection, and he was stroking it as if I wasn’t even there!

He didn’t cum while we talked, but I was just flabbergasted that he would do that. In fact, even though he’s an older guy, I masturbated myself to sleep that night just basking in the notion of his boldness. I wish I could just rub my pussy in front of people like that. Wouldn’t it be something?

Things evolved. Seeing him in his solo sexual joy became more common. He’d walk around a hotel or the house, or sometimes his tour bus with an unabashed erection. I’d pick up his wadded up, cum filled Kleenexes all the time. Sometimes, I’d see him cum right there in front of me.

One day, I asked whether I was part of his masturbatory fantasy. I don’t know what came over me, I just asked and was immediately embarrassed for saying that.

He said, “Yes, and no.”

I didn’t know what to make of that. He said, he’s imagined me naked and wondered what my nipples look like, but he doesn’t want to fuck me or anything like that.

That was all it took. I immediately pulled my T-shirt and bra off, and showed him what my tits look like. He just reached out, and ever so gently touched my right nipple. He kept just lightly moving his fingertips against my hardening nipple.

I knew I had entered insane territory when I backed away to remove the rest of my clothing.

“You shave,” he said in a sort of hoarse whisper.

“Yes, I started doing it after seeing you hairless down there. I find it somehow liberating.”

“I know what you mean,” he laughed.

Now, my pussy was so wet that a drip of girl juice was working its way down one leg.

“Come here” he beckoned, and we walked to a back bedroom where he has a massage table set up.

I thought he’d want me to give him a blowjob or something, but it was the opposite. He wanted to give me one. He bent down and started licking my clit with his tongue. I orgasmed all too soon. I asked whether he wanted me to do him. He said, “Some other time.” Then he said “Goodnight” and walked out of the room with his unattended erection waving in front of him.

Since that time, he and I have done much more. I never realized that being anally fucked by a hard, pulsing penis could be so incredible. A month ago, one of those trashy magazines came out with a picture of me and George on the cover, with the headline, “George’s New Squeeze?” I’m not sure how I feel about that, but when my dad saw it and asked, I said, “Oh, yes, George and I.”

Here’s the weird thing, of which I’m just bursting with joy, A couple of days ago, George said three little words that have me imagining a great future. “You’re the one.”

She Loves Peehole Tonguing

She loves peehole tonguing

I’m kind of a weird case, I suppose. I just love it when someone will get me all sexually excited, so my inner labia loosen up, and then they can try to stick their tongue into my peehole. Of course, they can only get in a few millimeters, but I love when they try. Within short order, I’ll orgasm. And not only that, I’ll cum over and over again, sometimes for like five minutes.

I have had a couple of mild infections from this, but they itch or sting a little bit for a couple of days, then they go away.

It doesn’t matter who does it. It can be a male or female, young or old, fat or thin. No matter what, I just love it!

For some of my friends with whom I’ve done this, I’ll reciprocate. It’s the men more than women who like their peeholes tongued. I love a hard penis just a little way in my mouth, and then there I am jamming my tongue into their peehole. Sometimes with men, I’ll feel sudden resistance, as my tongue is pushed out by the flow of cum.

For fun a couple of times, I tried blocking the cum in a man’s urethra with my tongue. The cum always gets out anyway, but the guys seem to particularly enjoy that.

Yes, I’ll swallow. I guess it doesn’t taste especially nice, but I rather enjoy it anyway. I’m sure you know this, but there’s quite a difference from one man to another. Some have cum that tastes bitter, some salty, some almost sweet.

I do enjoy putting my tongue in the occasional woman who will let me do that also. I have induced some to involuntarily pee. No, I don’t swallow that! I have brought many to orgasms. Here’s the interesting part: Most women will refuse to have their peeholes licked, but once they acquiesce, they want it every time after.

The Art of Sucking a Cock

The Art of Sucking A Cock

By Ariana, submitted by Spurtz

Let me give you some quick background on me. All my friends tease me about my name because I look just like Ariana Grande, and Ariana is my given name. I took art in school and when I was a Junior in college I met an older gentleman who I was super attracted to. Older men don’t usually interest me but this guy was hot. Turned out he was the senior partner in one of NYC’s major art galleries. I was a budding contemporary artist but had never sold anything. But Frank saw something in my art that up to then, nobody else had. He fed me some money for larger canvases and told me to produce as many paintings as possible over the next few months.

The Art of Sucking A Cock

Frank staged a major showing of my art in his gallery and promoted me as the next big thing in contemporary abstract art. I guess buyers of art need to be told what’s collectible. Frank put some unbelievable pricing on my stuff and I walked away with over $100K after his commissions. Quite a take for a 20 year old. I dropped out of school and devoted 100% of my time to painting. You probably saw the article in Time Magazine about me which basically allowed me to double the prices on my art. I’m now probably the richest cocksucker in New York. Or maybe the U.S. The world?

I think I was about 12 or 13 when I first was aware that girls put a man’s cock in their mouth. The idea horrified me. Guys pee out of that thing! Why would any woman want to put it in her mouth?

I carried that attitude for the next several years. When I started dating at 15 I had some experiences with boy’s hard-ons. I would be kissing a guy and he would place my hand on the outside of his pants for me to feel his hard cock. That was fun and I played along with it. Then about the third guy I dated was a real kisser. He really had me worked up and one time when we were parked in a secluded area and he was frantically shoving his tongue down my throat, I heard his zipper go down. He placed my hand on his erect penis. I gripped it. It might have been my imagination but I felt that thing throbbing in my hand.

I looked down and there was enough light that I could clearly see the inflamed head of his cock. I was intrigued by how tight and shiny the skin looked on it. For some crazy reason I had an overwhelming desire to put my mouth on it even though I had never, ever had even the tiniest thought about ever sucking a boy’s dick. I leaned over and slid my lips over the velvet head of his cock. I was amazed how hard it was, almost like it had a bone inside. Yet soft on the outside. The cockhead had a spongy feel in my mouth that I really loved. I knew nothing about sucking a cock but some basic instinct took over and I began to move my head up and down and sucked for dear life. Now this kid was about 16 and had likely never experienced anything like what I was doing to him and in a remarkably short time….disappointingly short for me….I felt his body tense up and his hands clamped my head tight to his body and he filled my mouth with cum. I really wish that it had lasted much longer before he came because the feeling of his erect prick sliding past my lips was a huge turn-on.

The taste was not that great and my immediate reaction was to open the car door, lean out and spit the jizz onto the ground. But I didn’t do that. I was aware that women swallowed an ejaculation and although my original reaction to that idea was one of disgust, I took a couple of big swallows and down it went. My partner sat there in total disbelief. First, that I had sucked him off and made him cum, and secondly, that I had swallowed his load. I immediately became some kind of sex goddess in his mind.

After I got home I wondered what had come over me and made me want to suck his cock. But all humans are born with a very strong desire to suck. That’s how babies keep alive. They suck. And I guess that desire to suck stays with you. Both women and men. But a percentage of those women and men are never able to put that desire to suck into actually performing the act.

Some women can never get past the idea that it’s a dirty act and might spend their whole lives without ever going down on a cock. And a bigger percentage of men never do it for fear of being labeled as gay even though they may have a strong desire to try it. And many perfectly straight men do end up trying it and loving it. Men can suck each other’s cock as a sex act, not a love act, and it really is not a homosexual experience.

After that first young boy, I went on to suck many cocks because I loved the feeling of a hard prick in my mouth. I particularly got off on the consistency and the look and feel of the glans, or cockhead. When soft it has a very spongy feel which mostly goes away once it’s fully hard. I also find it interesting that the type of skin found on the head of a cock is unlike any other skin on the human body. At least as far as I can tell. The color of the glans can vary among men. I like it when it has a deep purple color to it but sort of shading to red when it’s really hard. And I like the way the coronal ridge has a darker hue to it. In case you haven’t figured it out, I really like cocks.

As they say, practice makes perfect, and I became a very proficient cocksucker. Unfortunately the word got around in high school and I was quite popular. Literally every guy in school wanted to date me but I was very selective in who I dated.

I developed a keen sense of exactly what I wanted in a boy’s cock. Sometimes during an initial make-out session I would feel the boy’s hard cock through his pants and if it was too small or too big, nothing more would happen, to the boy’s bitter disappointment. Sometimes I might not really be sure feeling it through his pants and would get it out for a closer look. If I got that far and the dick really wasn’t what I wanted, I would usually go ahead and at least jack the guy off. Really small dicks did not interest me and although a big cock could be fun to play with and admire, they really weren’t suitable to be sucked and less so to be fucked. I didn’t do much fucking in high school. Although what little I did was totally enjoyable, I always preferred to suck a guy off.

But I also enjoyed jacking guys off. I liked it when a guy had a foreskin that I could peel back and see the cockhead sort of pop out. I usually didn’t need lube with an uncut cock although it didn’t hurt to apply some. Cut cocks always jacked better with lube. Many times I would start out with a guy just playing with his cock. It was fun to start with one that was totally flaccid although with my younger partners they were usually at least half hard by the time I got it out of their pants. But it’s fun to start with a soft dick and work it to full hardness applying some lube along the way. Always best to use a nicely flavored lube because at some point that cock was going in my mouth and I wanted it to taste good.

My preference was an average sized dick in the 6” range and somewhat thick. But a really big dick was too difficult to get in my mouth and after a short period of vigorous sucking my jaw would start to hurt. And fucking a guy with an 8” or more cock was just too painful. Not that I ever saw very many that large. Something like less than 2% of the male population has a cock over 8-inches long and I can really only remember one guy who was hung that large. And I did try to fuck him just to see what it would feel like but I didn’t enjoy it.

The Art of Sucking A Cock

Once the cock is out and fully hard, I usually give it a close exam while giving the guy compliments on what a great cock he has, never taking my eyes off of his prick. Guys love having their cock worshipped and I really didn’t need to pretend, as I really did worship cocks.

One trick that I like to do when I am going down on a guy is alternate between sucking and actually kissing his prick. I have had guys tell me that experiencing me plant a nice wet kiss on the tip of their cock is way more erotic than me sucking him. Obviously sucking is more tactile and can result in ejaculation, but isn’t, I guess, as romantic as having their hard penis kissed. So I’ve kissed a lot of cocks in my lifetime.

And speaking of a hard penis, it really annoys me when a guy can’t get rock hard. I know that there can be many reasons why a guy can’t get hard, but subconsciously, I read it as a rejection of my appeal. It’s my duty to make his cock hard and if it isn’t, then I’ve obviously failed and I don’t like that. And there are varying degrees of hardness. While most guy can get adequately hard, at least hard enough to satisfy me, there are a few who, I swear to god, their cocks are like a bar of steel. I love that. I had one lover who was about 30 years old (as was I at the time) whose cock stuck almost straight up and was unbelievably hard. Just for grins I would grab it and try to pull it down and it was impossible to do so. If a date couldn’t get hard to my satisfaction I would immediately move on.

My favorite sensation while sucking a cock is when my lips slide down over that satiny head and kind of pop over the coronal ridge onto the shaft. Making that transition from the head to the shaft is a very sensuous moment for me. I really like guys with an oversized glans that allow my lips to slide over the ridge onto the cock shaft. Although I prefer circumcised cocks, I’m fine with uncut ones as well, as long as the foreskin will slide all the way back and expose the head. In fact there is something very erotic about sliding my lips over the uncovered head and down the shaft and meeting the bunched up foreskin. That’s really hot. But I’ve experienced a small percentage of uncut guys whose foreskin is too tight and won’t retract. It’s no fun sucking a cockhead that’s covered in skin. Why don’t these guys get that fixed? It’s a very simple procedure to fix it.

As most of you probably know, the man’s frenulum and the coronal ridge are the most sensitive areas of the guy’s cock. Sometimes I just like to make a guy cum by licking his frenulum and not even sucking it. Licking and just sucking the head and the frenulum area can be a lot of fun and guy’s love it too. Generally I do jack the shaft while doing the licking.

I know some women get off on playing with a guy’s balls. Sucking and fondling them. I don’t dislike it and I do it because I know guys love it. But my main interest is the guy’s cock.

I mentioned earlier that on my first blowjob I wanted to spit out the cum, but didn’t. Over the years I have learned to love a cum load in my mouth or down my throat. I can’t say that I’m addicted to the taste. I’m not. But I don’t mind it. I get a huge degree of satisfaction making a guy cum from sucking his cock. And my reward for that accomplishment is shot after shot of hot semen shooting into my mouth and down my throat. And I love swallowing that cum. And to cap off the experience there is always some additional cum left on the cock shaft or even on the head after the guy blows his load, and the icing on the cake for me is to finish off cleaning him up with my tongue and lips. And I can usually milk a few remaining drops of semen onto my tongue after he’s finished cumming. Guys love this and so do I.

The reason it’s important to me to swallow rather than spit, as many women do, is to me, spitting is a rejection of the man’s reward to you for sucking him off. Swallowing his cum is a confirmation to the man that you totally accepted his offering. Some women will suck a guy’s cock and when he’s close to cumming, they pull off and finish him off by hand or let him do it. To me, that’s a total rejection of the act you just performed. A blowjob should only be finished one way. And that’s having the man’s penis unload his cum offering into your mouth and you swallow it down. And then lick or suck him clean.

I’ve done a few threesomes with a couple of guys and of course sucking both cocks at the same time is always an important part of the session for me. In every threesome I’ve done I’ve attempted to get both cocks in my mouth at the same time. While this isn’t actually very practical, it’s just something I want to do because of my love for hard cocks in my mouth. Of course the size of the two cocks is an important factor of how successful it might be. Two fat cocks are an impossibility. I haven’t actually had a case where I couldn’t get both cocks in, but a couple of times it was tight. Doing anything more than sucking the heads is not possible. No sucking up and down as my mouth is just too full for any movement. Plus there isn’t much stimulation for the guys because typically their two frenulums, that super sensitive spot under the heads, are pressed together with no friction. I did have one guy ejaculate while his and another guy’s cocks were in my mouth but he was just overly excited by the whole scene. That was kind of fun but a bit messy since it was hard to swallow.

Another thing I learned early on, and this was from seeing it done in a video online, is sliding a finger up my partner’s asshole while blowing him. A little lube on a finger usually allows easy penetration and gently sliding it in and out while sucking him off provides a heightened sensation for him. I also learned through experience that swiftly pulling it out just as the guy cums greatly enhances the orgasm. Fun stuff.

Also through experience over time I have gotten quite good at deepthroating a cock. I can now take most guy’s cocks down my throat right to the balls. I think the biggest dick I’ve totally deep throated was about 7-1/2 inches. It was a struggle but I did it. It took me quite a bit of practice to work past the gag reflex. It’s not easy. But I took it as a challenge. I had seen videos of other women taking really big cocks right to the balls and figured if they could do it, so could I. And as an additional treat, although quite difficult, when I have taken the entire cock as far as it will go, my tongue flicks out and licks the guy’s balls. Every once in a while, the guy I’m deep throating will grab my head and hold my lips tight to his balls and empty his load right down my throat. This is another whole experience. There is a moment of fear for a few seconds that I might choke or not be able to breathe, but then I feel the semen shooting down my throat and I get an incredible feeling of exhilaration that I’ve given my partner a world class blowjob.

I love sucking cock so much that I would give myself several orgasms while going down on a guy. As a result, I usually never needed to be fucked or sucked although from time to time I did enjoy having a hard prick rammed up my cunt or having a guy go down on me and suck my clit until I came again and again. I am multi-orgasmic and not exaggerating, but in most of my sessions just sucking a cock, I probably had five or six orgasms without even touching my clit although I did frequently frig myself while sucking dick to speed things along.

I’m afraid that my desire to suck cocks has turned me into a bit of a slut. I’ve met guys at a party and snuck off into a bedroom for a quick blowjob never to see them again or even know their names. I’ve sucked off some of my women friends’ boyfriends or husbands. Sometimes secretly and other times with their full knowledge and approval. I had one close girlfriend who always complained to me that her husband was constantly bugging her for blowjobs but she hated doing it. I can’t recall the details of the discussion but we’d had a few drinks and I think I offered to suck him off if she wanted. In our drunken state she thought it was a good idea. I told her I would only do it if she was present in the room. She agreed.

I went to their house and it was necessary for everybody to have a few drinks because in a sober state, it didn’t seem like that great of an idea. At least to her and me. Her husband thought it was a great idea. He and I got naked and I proceeded to give the guy a world class blowjob while his wife watched in stunned silence. I managed to make it last for a good thirty or forty minutes. I even tongued his asshole while jerking his very large cock. In fact he had a really nice prick and I thoroughly enjoyed sucking him right to the balls. When he ultimately orgasmed, it was literally one of the largest cumloads I had ever taken. The cum actually squirted out both sides of my mouth as I greedily tried to swallow it down.

After it was over his wife told me it was the hottest thing she had ever seen in her life and she demanded that her husband fuck her right then. He was able to get it up and ended up fucking both of us because watching the two of them fuck got me pretty turned on as well.

The positive thing about this session was her seeing me suck him off changed her attitude about giving blowjobs. The crazy thing is she asked me to teach her all my tricks which I was happy to do. One thing led to another and we used her husband as the live action subject of my blowjob lessons. I would show her a particular trick I used on his cock as the example and then she would mimic what I showed her. The three of us developed a really strong relationship during these lessons and quite frequently after she became very proficient at sucking his cock, they would invite me over to give him what I called a “demo” blowjob. As much as she came to love sucking his cock, there were always a few times he wanted to be sucked off and she wasn’t in the mood. My phone would ring and I would show up and give him a world class blowjob. She always watched and without fail it always led to her wanting to get fucked. And me too. After our get togethers became a regular thing, she started calling him “Mr. Lucky.”


Why My Jewish Brother is Not Circumcised

Why My Jewish Brother is Not Circumcised

I found out why my brother isn’t circumcised when my mother accidentally barged in on me while I was masturbating.

First, you might like a little back story: My name is Harold Morganstern [not his real name]. I’m 18 years old. My brother, Benjamin, is 15 months younger.

My father is a rabbi. He’s a big, hairy, but very gentle guy. My mother is slight of build, with curly black hair and a somewhat high-pitched voice. I’m told people can hardly believe she’s a professor of psychology. She just seems too little, too young.

For a long time, I’d been vaguely wondering how it is that as Jewish as we are, my little brother isn’t circumcised. You may ask how I know that. Well, we have jerked off together many times. Oh, yes, my parents know we masturbate. They encourage it. They tell us that masturbation will keep us psychologically balanced and that it’s good for our physical health also. Well, OK then, I’m all for it! It’s just that they probably don’t know that Ben and I often do it together and to each other.

Now, we’re not a nudist family or anything like that, although we’ve all seen each other nude incidentally from time to time, like running from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower, for instance. My parents took us two boys to a nude beach a few times during hot summer days. They called it ‘educational.’ All I know is Ben and I were pretty much oblivious to all the nudity around us, and being naked ourselves. All we wanted to do is play volleyball. But that was a few years ago.

Sorry, I’m getting off-track.

From time to time, I’d been kind of curious about Ben, but not overly much so. I mean, he’s been uncircumcised forever and I’ve been cut, so it was just sort of natural. I asked him once, and he just shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know.”

I never asked my parents. It just seemed like it would be embarrassing to ask them something like that.

So, here’s how I found out: I was whacking away in my room one day, and my mother came in with a bunch of T-shirts. I guess she thought I was out playing, or she would have knocked. Mom caught me red-handed. I was fully naked, fully erect, and didn’t have time to hide anything.

She just said, “Oh, excuse me!” and quickly left, dropping the shirts on the dresser and closing the door behind her.

I was freaked out. Even though my parents talked up the idea of masturbation, it had always been academic. No one ever saw me doing it. I just laid on my bed thinking. Trying to figure out the implications, and what to do about what had just happened. Finally, I lost myself in some math homework.

At dinner, there was no avoiding it. I’d have to go downstairs and face my mother. It was like a death march coming to the dining room table, where my brother and parents were already seated. Mom didn’t do anything. Not a word, not even a sideways glance, as my dad lead the prayer.

Dinner was hard to eat due to the knot in my stomach. I knew at any moment, the axe would fall. Like, Mom would tell Dad what had happened. Oh, he wouldn’t hit me. He wouldn’t even lecture me. He’d just act disappointed, which to me, is devastating. But that never happened. She didn’t say a word about it.

A week later, the whole deal was forgotten, mostly. Sometimes, something would remind me of how she saw me jerking off, and I’d feel a shot of adrenaline. A fear of something that I couldn’t quite identify.

Even that wore off after another week. Then one day, my mother did knock. I wasn’t wanking at the time. I was studying. I said, “Come on in.”

She had a weird smile as she sat on my bed. I was wondering what in the world she wanted to talk about. It was highly unusual for her to just come in my room like that.

“You know a couple of weeks ago…”

‘Oh my, here it comes.’ I thought with a sudden pang of fear mixed with embarrassment. There was nothing I could do but sit there and deal with whatever lecture was coming.

“For years, I’ve been wondering if you were able to do that OK.”

OK, so that was like the last thing in the world I expected her to say. I had no idea what she meant.


“I’ve been worried ever since you were a little baby whether you’d be able to have, um… sexual pleasure.”

I noticed her cheeks were kind of red, although probably not as red as mine.

After trying to respond several different ways and a long silence, I finally responded, “Huh?”

“I’ve never told you this. For a long time, you were just too young to understand. You’re not too young any longer. When you were 8 days old, we had the mohel [Jewish man who specializes in circumcising babies] come over and circumcise you. Oh, you screamed, and my heart went out to you, but that’s the way it’s been done for thousands of years. Babies get circumcised, and that’s that.”

I was fascinated, freaked out, and felt like fainting.

“Well, all was well for a day, then you started crying constantly. You were screaming. I knew something was wrong. I looked at your little penis, and it was all swollen and red. We called the doctor, who rushed you to the hospital. Your circumcision had become infected. Worse, the infection had spread to your blood. You were in the hospital for a week. At one point, we thought we were going to lose you.”

“Oh…” That’s all I could think to say.

“In case you’ve been wondering why your brother Benjamin isn’t circumcised, that’s why. We weren’t going to go through that again. Even though him having an infection like you did was unlikely, both your father and I decided to break with tradition.”

After a pause, while she seemed to be weighing something, she continued. “When you recovered, I studied your penis carefully. As far as I could tell, it turned out alright, except for a pea-sized bump on the left side. But I never knew for sure if you were really OK.”

After another pause, she asked in a sort of tight voice, probably because it was as embarrassing for her to ask as for me to hear it, “So, when you masturbate, is it OK? I mean, does it hurt or anything?”

“Mom, Cheesh!”

“Well, I mean, are you OK in that department? Can you get erections and ejaculate and everything? Is everything normal for you?”

“I think so. I have nothing to compare to.” I know it was a lie. I’m pretty sure she knew that Ben and I jerked each other off fairly often. After all, they did encourage masturbation, but never specifically said anything about Ben and I doing it together.

She started crying. Then she broke down in big sobs, gasping, “I feel so guilty for letting that happen to you, Harold.”

“Oh Mom,” and I put my arms around her and held her. “I’m sure I’m fine.”

After a while she quit crying, but I could see she still felt guilt and doubt.

“After you recovered, there was that bump under the skin on the left side of your penis. Did that heal? Does that give you any trouble?”

I don’t know what motivated me to blurt out, “It’s still there, but it’s harmless. It’s not even the size of a pea. It’s just a little tiny bump. I always assumed it was just something natural. Maybe I should show you.”

To my surprise, she said while wiping the tears away from her eyes, “I’d like to see your penis.”


“Yes, actually, if you don’t mind. It would certainly put my mind at ease.”

I figured under the circumstances, it was OK. After all, she was my mother. She washed and diapered me as a baby. And, she needed to be reassured. And, she had recently seen me with an erection and everything.

Without saying more, I just pulled my shorts down, and then off. Then I removed my underwear, letting her see my penis close up. For some reason, I took off my shirt, too. So there I was, as naked as the day God made me, in front of my mother.

As she reached toward my penis, she asked, “May I?”

“Um, OK.”

She grabbed my penis, turning it this way and that, looking over my circumcision scar. She also fondled my balls a bit, evidently looking for any signs of the infection I had as a baby. She then returned to my penis, running her finger over and over the left side. I felt myself starting to become erect.

“Oh, I feel the bump. It is much smaller.”

“Or, I grew much larger around it.”

We both laughed. However, growth was indeed an issue. As she had been continuing to fondle my penis, it was becoming more erect. Surely she noticed, but she didn’t let go.

“And when you’re erect, it’s OK?”

“Let’s find out,” is all I said.

In an action that must have come normally to her, something she must have done with my father numerous times, she stroked me to full erection. This was surprisingly exciting, having her handle me this way.

“Wait!” I practically screamed as I felt an orgasm coming on.

She didn’t. She just kept on stroking until all my sperm was expelled. I was breathing really hard afterward. I was also literally shivering with some sort of post-orgasmic relief. It was, without a doubt, the best, strongest orgasm of my life.

You’d think the story would end there, but there’s one more little bit you might find interesting. At dinner that evening, Mom told Dad what had transpired, while I wanted to shrink under the table. I was so embarrassed to hear them talking about me that way. And, in front of my brother too. Cheesh!

She gave my dad a rundown on the whole thing, in a very clinical fashion. No excitement, no embarrassment. She started by telling him how she interrupted my masturbation two weeks ago. Hearing this, my brother grinned from ear to ear, but didn’t interrupt.

She continued by telling Dad everything about what happened today. Now, my father, who I suppose could have done anything from being totally shocked to exploding in anger, simply smiled at me. Finally, he said, “I’m so glad there was no permanent damage from your circumcision. God is kind and merciful.”

Privately, I have admit I was thinking, “Oh, if he’s so merciful, how come he let that happen to me in the first place?” Then I knew that was a bad thought so I put it out of my mind.

To cap things off, my brother said, “So that’s why I’m not circumcised. I never knew. Even when he and I masturbate each other, I never gave any thought to the bump on Harold’s penis.” So now, my parents knew that Ben and I masturbated together, and all was well.

Ben and I have wanked together many times since. We even experimented with sucking each other. However, Mom never touched me in that way again. Ben has been asking me to help him figure out a way to get Mom, or Dad, to jerk him off. I don’t think that’s going to happen!

Naked Shuffle Dance Girl

naked shuffle dancing
Click the picture to see shuffle dancing on YouTube

I’m not a fat girl, as you can see. Just maybe a bit too rounded. [She laughs.] I used to be heavier. I guess you could have called me down-right fat last year.

My mom was hounding me to get some sort of exercise. To her credit, she didn’t force me to join a gym or anything like that. She told me I should find a physical activity I like. I tried the girls basketball program at the gym. At my height, 5’10,” they said I’d be a natural. I wasn’t. I tried tennis. I was worse at that.

One day, I was talking to Marie, a girl at school that I knew a little bit. I asked her opinion about which sport I might enjoy. She brightened up, but also got a bit red in the cheeks, hesitated, then said, “Shuffle dancing!”

She was evidently part of a group and very enthusiastic about it. That evening, I looked it up on YouTube, and it seemed like I might really like that.

So I got back to Marie the next day, and told her that I liked what I saw on YouTube.

She hesitated again, and got red in the cheeks again. I didn’t know her that well. Maybe that was just something about the way she was. Maybe it had something to do with her naturally dark complexion. Then she went on. “You know the Darte Yoga Studio?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it.”

“Well, they have a shuffle dance program. They have a room that’s lined with mirrors, like a regular dance studio. We meet there on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. But…”

“But what?”

“Hmmm, how do I explain this? Uh, do you promise not to freak out no matter what I tell you?”

“Dude, I can keep a secret.” – reminding myself of something my dopey little brother might say.

“OK, here goes: We dance naked.”

Now it was my turn to hesitate. “You mean like in skimpy bikinis or something?”

I was thinking how cool that would be. I am a rather sexual being. Hell, a very sexual being. Still a virgin, yes, but I get terribly horny at the drop of a pin. I am my own best friend, with masturbation at least twice a day, every day. And, dare I say, I get as charged up thinking about girls as boys. I was imagining a bunch of girls dancing in thongs or string bikinis. I knew I’d love it! However, I somehow wouldn’t even allow myself to think of them as totally naked. I was brought out of my thoughts as Marie answered.

“No, totally starkers. Naked like the day we were born.”

Oh my god! My knees felt weak just thinking about it. “Is that OK?” I asked. What a stupid question.

“Of course it’s OK. Let me tell you something about Darte. It’s a mostly naked venue. Most of their yoga, exercise, and dance classes are held in the nude.”

My god, I had no idea. I had ridden my bike past there a million times, and had no idea what goes on inside.

Marie and I talked a bit. There was no way I was not going to figure out how to get into those naked shuffle dance sessions! My heart was on fire with a kind of desire. It reminded me of when I was 10 and wanted a drum kit for my birthday. I really, really wanted it, and as my birthday neared, I was pretty sure I was going to get one.

She explained how all I needed to do was call the studio, give them a credit card number, show up, sign some forms and a waiver, and join the group. Oh, and one more thing: I had to lie about my age.

Marie went on that first of all, at my height, I look like I’m 18. Then too, pretty much everyone in the class is under 18, so they all lied. The studio knows, everyone knows, but still, you’ve gotta do it. I’m not much of a fibber, but I figured for this, it would be worth it.

The last hurdle was the credit card. Would my parents pay the $290? That also meant I’d have to tell my mom what I was planning. I was pretty sure that she’d be delighted about me taking up dancing. But did she know about Darte? The nudity part? I practically trembled at the thought of bringing it up to her.

That evening at dinner, with my stupid brother sitting there, along with Dad, I brought it up. First, smiles from Mom and Dad. Carl, my brother, piped right in with, “You’re too fat to dance,” bringing glances of reprimand from my parents. I wished they were violent parents sometimes.

Mom and Dad looked at each other, and quickly agreed that the money would be OK. Whew!

“Where is this dance group meeting?” My father asked.

Perhaps a little too quietly, I said, “Darte Yoga Studio.”

Mom said she knew the place but had never been inside. Dad said the same with him.

Then Carl fucked everything up with his big mouth: “Oh, the naked place? You’re going to dance naked?” and started laughing his head off.

“Carl, what are you talking about?” Dad asked.

Carl explained that it’s an open secret that the place is a ‘nudie’ place where in many of the classes all the participants are naked.

“Did you know about this?” my mother asked, staring over the top of her glasses right at me.

“Um, well…. yeah, I know.”

There was silence at the dinner table for a really long time. Then my dad put down his fork, looked at my mom and said, “Lisa, if it will make her happy…”

Mom slowly responded, “I don’t really see anything wrong with it. Remember that time you and I…”

My dad quickly interrupted, “The kids don’t need to know about that.”

They gave their approval. They gave me a credit card to use, warning me, “It’s only for this one thing, right?”

I went to my room after dinner practically shaking with enthusiasm. I immediately phoned the studio, and got a recording. I had to wait until 10am the next day to call them. Worse, the next day was Tuesday, I’d probably have to miss that afternoon’s session. I was so disappointed. But also excited, and I masturbated myself silly that evening, just dreaming about it.

Long story short, I did call the studio on Tuesday, but couldn’t join the class until Thursday. What a long two-day wait that was! I excitedly told Marie, and she was overjoyed that I’d be joining.

Finally, Thursday rolled around, and there I was locking my bike outside the studio. I felt a little weird parking there. Like, was everyone driving by aware that it was a naked place, and did they all see me there knowing what I’d be doing?

What the hell would I be doing? I had no idea. All I knew is it was shuffle dance, and people, including me (Yikes!) would be naked.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as I approached the front desk. I gave the guy my name, and he said, “Welcome!” He then gave me a quick tour of the locker room, showers, and the six rooms where yoga, exercise and dance sessions were held. He called them ‘classrooms,’ but explained that many of the classes were leaderless, or weren’t really classes at all, but more like groups who practice things together.

Two of them were empty. The other four had closed doors so I couldn’t really see what was going on. The doors had little windows in the middle at about head height, but I felt it would be rude, or just plain weird to walk right up and stare in at a class. However, I was able to glance into a Tai Chi class, and saw about six men, who were in fact naked!

My heart was still beating fast, and now, having seen that, I was feeling that adrenaline feeling in my stomach, and in my pussy, which was more sexual than some sort of fear. However, there was definitely an element of fright, also. What had I gotten myself into?

Logically, I knew that it was just a bunch of girls who would be dancing, but still!

The reception guy went back to his desk, handing me a large white towel, instructing me to take off my clothes, and go to room three at 4pm but not before, which was about 20 minutes away. Damn, I shouldn’t have come so early.

Literally trembling, I took off all my stuff, jammed it in a locker, for which I didn’t yet have a lock, wrapped the towel around myself, and watched the clock for the remaining 15 minutes.

Meanwhile a couple of girls around my age came into the room, chatting up a storm with each other, and took off their clothes right in front of each other, as casually as if they were brushing their hair or something. They sweetly said “Hi” to me and asked whether I was there for the shuffle dance group? When I said I was, they were very welcoming.

A couple more girls came in and they too easily disrobed and introduced themselves to me. One was so empathetic as to say to me, “Don’t worry, you’ll have a great time.” That was helpful. It made me feel less scared.

Then a boy walked into the locker room. I hadn’t understood until that moment that there was only one locker room. As casually as the girls, he took off all his stuff. As if my heart wasn’t beating in my throat already! It was the first live penis I had ever seen, other than my little brother, but that doesn’t count. It was all I could do not to stare at him.

A boy named Juan came in and disrobed. This one was a Greek god. Tall, thin, with curly black hair, a beautiful smile, and lo and behold, he was shaved in the crotch area. I couldn’t believe that in just a few minutes, I’d be dancing with naked boys!

Would this rapid heartbeat and weak-knee feeling ever end?

Glancing around, it occurred to me that all the girls and boys were hairless ‘down there.’ I was the only one with crotch hair. I was also the only one with a towel wrapped around herself.

I thought I might have a little embarrassment about being seen naked since I was overweight and have kind of over-large breasts, but now I was more worried about being the only one with a hairy vagina. As you [her confidence coach] said to me, “Us humans do find the silliest things to worry about.”

Marie arrived with the biggest, most welcoming smile I could ever imagine. She was absolutely delighted to see me. As she stripped, I was really taken with her body. She was the exact opposite of me. Dark-skinned, thin as a broomstick with small breasts which were really just black spots on slight mounds on her chest, and only about 5’2″ tall.

The time of no return came.

Noticing that no one was carrying a towel, as we moved over to Room 3, I left my towel on the bench, letting people see my fat, hairy, naked self for the first time. I thought I might be tremendously embarrassed, but oddly, maybe because everyone else was naked, it felt sort of natural, sort of OK. No one even glanced at me. I don’t know what I was expecting? Leering in lust? Or maybe, disgust? Well, all I got was welcoming neutrality.

We danced. Even though I was new to the class, and initially quite awkward, I wasn’t too bad at learning the steps.

I was in love. Oh, not with a person, but with a whole new paradigm. To be naked among these naked people over the following weeks, all of which quickly embraced me as a friend, was an absolute delight. To have friends I’d meet in a supermarket or on the streets who said “Hi” to me as a real friend, was something new. I hadn’t had many really close friends, and so for me, this was very special.

As to the classes themselves, everyone was perfectly behaved, to my disappointment, really. I think I would have liked if they became sexual in some way. But no, it was just a bunch of naked girls and boys focused on shuffle dancing. A couple of times one or another of the boys would become erect. While I found it terribly exciting, everyone totally ignored it, and soon the erections would subside. I wondered what these guys were thinking. Were they embarrassed? Proud? Ashamed? Super-horny? I had no idea.

I was masturbating every day always thinking about the classes and the people in them. There are two individuals that keep coming to my mind, front and center: Marie, and Juan, the tall boy. I would fuck either one of them in a heartbeat. So far, no one has even kissed, but Juan has smiled at me in a way that makes me think something could develop between him and I.

I have also learned a couple of things about myself. First, I’m an exhibitionist. Oh, I haven’t done anything about it yet beyond the dance classes, but I know somewhere in my future lies nude beaches, maybe in addition to the shuffle dancing, a naked yoga class, and who knows, orgies, maybe? The other thing is that I’m a well-behaved, but very horny person. When the time is right, I’ll be unleashing a monster!


A year has passed. I’m loving the classes more than ever. I joined a second class, a yoga group. That’s more of a challenge, but as the instructor keeps repeating, no one has to do anything exactly as the others are doing. We all have our own current limits of flexibility and stamina. I’m the only girl in the class, and the exhibitionist part of me is loving it. I especially like poses where the men can see my pussy and asshole. I’ve caught them looking a couple of times, which delights me to no end. The guys are shy, and if they see me looking at them as they are looking at me, they immediately glance away. I wish I could think of a good way to tell them, ‘Go ahead, look all you want.’

There’s a guy who joined the shuffle class who’s 5 years older than me. He’s the oldest guy in the class. Paul is his name, and he’s rather a weird duck. He is remarkably tall, has sandy blond hair that’s already balding on the top. He wears glasses, which makes him look particularly intelligent, which he is. He is pursuing a PHd. in chemistry.

So here’s the thing: He and I started talking. Pretty soon that evolved into hanging out and grabbing a bite after Shuffle. He met my parents and they loved him right from the start.

One day, fooling around in my room, we decided it would be OK to get naked, since we do that in class all the time. However, we also knew that we were up to something. Something undefined, but it made me all nervous and jerky. Him too. He said I was making his knees weak.

So we took all our stuff off, and I saw that he was erect. He told me I was the cause. I knew that, but it was so nice to hear. I felt very proud in that moment.

We fell onto my skinny little bed and started kissing. It turned into French kissing. It was the first in my life, and I must tell you, it was wonderful. We started rolling around together on the bed. I felt his penis pressing against my thigh.

Something came over me. I had, just had, to have that dick of his in my mouth. I didn’t ask, and he didn’t resist. I found myself sucking the first penis of my life. I put my fingers on the shaft, and found to my surprise that a penis is both hard and soft at the same time. The skin is so soft and silky smooth, yet the penis, dare I call it ‘cock,’ is hard inside. He smelled so nice, too. Kind of a sweet musty odor that all by itself could turn me on.

He yelled, “Wait!’ Instinctively I knew. He was getting too close to orgasm. I reluctantly quit blowing him. Or maybe not so reluctantly. If there’s one thing I knew in that moment, I had to have him inside me! That was the only thing in the whole world I wanted, and I really wanted it!

He knew too, and I’m sure he wanted the same thing. To my surprise he said,

“I’ve never done this before.”

Everything came to crashing halt when we figured out that we’d need birth control. Neither of us was prepared. We did the next best thing: Awkwardly, he rubbed my pussy. I had to instruct him about my clit. Finally, he brought me to an orgasm, and what an orgasm it was! No one had ever touched me like that.

I got his magnificent cock back in my mouth, and within seconds I experienced the salty taste of cum for the first time in my life. At the time, I wasn’t sure I liked it, but I can tell you now, it’s an acquired taste.

The next time, we were prepared. Still inexperienced, he tried to push his condom-covered cock into my asshole until I let him know he was pushing against the wrong hole. Even still, it felt great! I made a mental note that I’d have to try anal intercourse with him before long. Here I was thinking about anal intercourse, and I was still a virgin – until a moment later.

He got it in my vagina, a little quickly for my taste, which made my eyes open wide. But to have a cock in you, as I’m sure all you girls reading this know, is the most fulfilling experience in the world!

The next shuffle class after that first time, Paul kept smiling at me, and his penis was erect for almost the whole session. I’m pretty sure everyone knew that he and I had become an item, and I was so proud!

Cousins in Tent

This picture isn’t us, but we kind of looked like that

My cousin and I shared a tent on a warm Iowa night. The adults and other kids were in other tents. He and I were whispering late into the night. We were talking about girls, of course. What else do kids that age talk about? And of course we really knew nothing of the topic on which we had so much conversation.

Suddenly, I heard his sleeping bag unzip. The candle was throwing off just enough light to see he was climbing out with no underpants, and an obvious erection. This excited me greatly. Just the idea that I was seeing his cock, and hard no less, on his way to go piss outdoors, was a huge turn-on for me.

At that time, even though I talked considerably about girls, I wasn’t entirely convinced I liked them. Maybe I was gay. The thought concerned me more than a little. Our school was starting to come around to accepting gay kids, but still, it would be a huge thing if people found out my true preference. But was it a true preference? Let’s just say I was confused. I hadn’t figured out yet that a person doesn’t have to fit in one box or the other. I don’t think I had yet heard the term bisexual. I think I would have found that label satisfying if I had known.

It turns out that Kyle wasn’t going out to pee. He clambored over to me. Next thing I know, he was rolling around on top of me, and with one hand, he was trying to unzip my sleeping bag. I helped him with the zipper. Without even thinking about, I removed the only clothing I had been wearing, my underpants, revealing my own super solid erection.

As he rolled on top of me and our cocks touched, it was like an electric spark that sent shivers throughout my body. It wasn’t long before wordlessly, Kyle had started kissing the tip of my penis. I imagined it might be the way a boy and girl would kiss, something I wasn’t to experience for another year yet.

I didn’t stop him. Far from it. I kind of pushed and shoved, arranging us into a 69 position, and found his penis. It smelled of sweat, a spectacular odor that sent me over the edge as I started to put it in my mouth.

Unfortunately, that very moment, of just starting to give the first blowjob of my life, smelling that very nice sweat odor, and simultaneously feeling his lips around the head of my penis, was just too much. I started pumping sperm into Kyle’s mouth.

He sat up, looked like he was going to be sick for a moment, then made a show of swallowing what was in his mouth, finishing with a huge smile.

On that particular evening, I never got to finishing my blowjob on him. As soon as I settled down to put his cock back in my mouth by putting my fingers on it and pulling it toward me, I felt wetness hit the side of my chest and stomach. He orgasmed right away.

It took us a couple of years of frequent practice to beat the premature ejaculation problems we both suffered from.

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