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Sex With a Really Hot Teen

By Spurtz

I started a new business many, many years ago with a partner on a 50-50 basis. For the first year or so my partner pulled his share of the weight. But as the business took off and became super successful, he pretty much stopped even coming to the office except to pick up his paycheck. Which was the same one I was drawing despite the fact that I ran the company and he did nothing.

You would think I would be very unhappy with that arrangement, but in fact, just the opposite was true. I was more than happy to give him his paycheck as long as he stayed away. I had built a very efficient, smooth running business but every time he stuck his nose in the door, chaos occurred. He was one of those guys who was not happy unless he could cause problems.

He built himself a nightclub which kept him busy at night. During the day he had developed a somewhat clever scam. He had purchased several properties and had a reputation for somebody with money who was looking to buy more properties. He would only deal with female real estate agents and had quickly learned that he could go look at homes with various agents, most of whom would fuck him while touring a home, if they thought it might seal the deal. According to my partner, about 80% of the real estate agents he dealt with would fuck him. More than once on the floor of an unfurnished empty house.
One agent in particular was a divorcee whose ex-husband lived in New York with their 18-year old daughter. My business partner came to me one day and told me that the daughter was going to be visiting her mother during the summer and could I give her a job. It so happened that our receptionist had just resigned to get married so I put the daughter into the job. We had very little foot traffic so her main job was answering the phone.

When the daughter Ellie showed up you could have knocked my socks off. Not only was she extremely attractive, she also had a body to die for. After she had been there for a few days the one thing she did that drove me crazy was how she showed off her legs. She always wore hose that had some kind material that was very shiny, much more so than conventional nylon stockings. Maybe they were silk. She also wore extremely short skirts. She knew she had killer legs and obviously loved to show them off.

All of a sudden I found myself visiting the front office way more than in the past. I tried to flirt a bit with her but she was all business. I freely admit that I had the serious hots for her. I was 32 at the time so she probably thought of me as an “old man.”

One Friday evening I had a local trip planned to an event that tied in with what my business was doing. To my great surprise, Ellie asked if she could go along with me. I told her to meet me back at the office a couple of hours after our normal closing. She did have her own car. She showed up and left her car at the office and we took off in mine. It was about an hour’s drive to event which lasted a couple of hours and then an hour back. By the time we got back in town it was about 10 pm. I asked if she would like a tour of my apartment, which was actually worth a look, as I had had it professionally furnished and decorated. Again she surprised me by accepting my offer.

Once was the tour was over, we sat on the couch and listened to some music and enjoyed some mixed drinks. Up until then I hadn’t made a move on her or even attempted any light flirting. But now with her alone in my apartment, it was Katie bar the door. I put my arms around her and kissed her and got zero resistance. In fact I got a very enthusiastic response. Over the next hour we must have kissed a thousand times. She had a terrific rack which I managed to work over pretty thoroughly but only from the outside of her blouse.

I got my hand up her skirt and eventually got a finger or two in her pussy, which was nice and wet. Try as I might, she wouldn’t let me go any further. I did eventually get her bra loose and was able to get my hands on her bare tits but I never did actually see them. My dick was as hard as it had ever been and I wanted to fuck that young girl in the worst way. But she kept telling me she was saving her virginity for when she got married.

Finally I gave up. We got in my car and I drove her to the office to get her car. But before she got out of my car, we started up again with passionate kisses and me fingering her pussy. I really thought for a minute that she would let me fuck her in the car but no luck. I gave up a second time and she left. She also left me with the worst case of blue balls in my entire life.

I had assumed that I could jack off once I got home and alleviate the pain but it doesn’t work like that. I did jack off. Twice in fact, but my nuts still hurt so fucking bad I couldn’t go to sleep. I was really pissed at the little cock tease and when I went back to the office on Monday morning, I made it a point to avoid her.

For the next week I only interfaced with her when I absolutely had to. She knew I was really unhappy with her. Then one day I came back from lunch to find a sealed envelope sitting on my typewriter. Yep, we had typewriters back then. It had my name on the envelope. I opened it and there was a note inside. For some reason, the words in that note have been engraved in my brain for over fifty years. It said, “I have decided to do that which I said I would never do.” It was unsigned but could only have come from Ellie.

I went to her desk and asked her if she really meant what the note said. She said, “Yes.” I said, “No more fucking around?” Again she said, “Yes.”

I told her to drive over to my apartment after work. I only lived three blocks away. Sure enough she showed up and I immediately took her into my bedroom. We started making out like crazy and within about ten minutes we had our naked bodies entwined with each other. Believe me, it was fucking hot. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She had a very athletic body. Her firm teen tits looked magnificent. The one thing she did that I will never forget is at one point she got a firm grip on my dick and ran my cockhead all over her face. She basically gave herself a facial massage with my dick. I never had that before or since but it was wonderful.

That led us to the 69 position where she eagerly sucked my dick while I ate out that sweet teen pussy. And shortly after that my hard cock found its way to her pussy. She went through a bunch of crap about “first time” and I was “taking her virginity” but it was all an acting job on her part. When I finally shoved my cock in her cunt she acted like it really hurt and made some comment about busting her cherry. I went along with her little charade if that’s what it took for me to give her a royal fucking.

But once we got past all of that, she became a human dynamo and fucked my brains out. Before the evening was over I fucked her three times and she spent a lot of time between sessions playing with, and sometimes sucking, my dick. No way was this kid a virgin.
At one point I was laying on my back and she was stroking my cock to full hardness for another round. Then she climbed on top of me. She straddled me and managed to position her clit directly over the frenulum of my cock and started sliding up and down the length of my dick. I’ve always wondered if that felt as good to her as it did to me.

I only got together with her one time after that. Somehow my business partner found out I was fucking her and he got all upset about it. I never understood what he was pissed about since he was fucking her mother almost daily. I guess he told the mother that I was banging the daughter, because the girl was shipped back to NY the next week, never to be heard from again. She was a great sex partner and I always regretted we didn’t have more time together.

(Author’s Note: This is a 100% true story.)

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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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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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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat

By Spurtz

Step-Dad Bill: I married Katie about four years ago. She had a young daughter just starting high school. I wasn’t really looking for a ready-made family but Katie was everything I could possibly want in a life partner. Drop dead beautiful and whip-smart. Her daughter Jill was a terrific kid and I could see that she was going to grow up to be as beautiful and as smart as her mother.

Mom Katie: My first husband died in a car accident and I struggled as a single mom until I met Bill. He’s a great guy…everything a woman could ever want. Bill was a very successful business man and literally had more money than he knew what to do with.

Daughter Jill: When Bill first came into our lives, I really resented him. Nobody could take the place of my real dad, plus I didn’t like having to share mom with him. But Bill turned out to be a super guy and I grew to love him just like a real father.

Mom Katie: I wanted the best for Jill and with Bill’s money we were able to enroll her in a very exclusive all-girl’s school. I think she resented it at first but after making a lot of friends and getting a first class education, she actually really loved the school.

Step-Dad Bill: I was against sending Jill away to school. I thought she would resent being sent away and blame it on me since it couldn’t have happened without my money. But being the smart kid she was, she knew it was the right thing to do. She was currently home on holiday and would be graduating soon.

Mom Katie: I had some concerns about Jill. We shared no secrets and I knew she had never had any sexual experiences with any boys. Now she would soon be going out on her own totally unprepared for what she would be facing. With her looks and Playboy-centerfold body, the men would be all over her. And not having had any sexual experience, her hormones would be raging and I was afraid her natural sexual curiosity would have her spreading her legs for the first guy who came along.

Daughter Jill: I loved Bill but spending time in close contact with him during the holidays had made me a bit uncomfortable. I don’t think he was quite ready for the way my body had blossomed out over the past year and I caught him several times furtively looking me over. But I really couldn’t blame him.

Step-Dad Bill: Wow, I couldn’t believe the way Jill had turned into such an incredible looking woman. No longer a girl, every time I looked at her prancing around the house in her underwear or in a bikini at the pool, I could feel my cock twitch.

Mom Katie: I know this sounds crazy but I got it in my head that it was important that Jill learn about some of the actualities of sex before she was turned loose on the world. There was only so much I could teach her. If I was still married to her dad, I would not have come up with the idea that was swimming around in my brain, but Bill was not her real dad and I thought he would be perfect for what I had in mind.

Step-Dad Bill: When Katie told me what she was thinking, at first I thought she was crazy. But after she got into the details of what she was planning, my cock took over doing the thinking for me and it all seemed like a great idea. She thought it was best to work into it gradually, otherwise Jill might balk.

Mom Katie: My plan was to introduce Jill to nakedness first. Nothing overtly sexual. But I knew she had never actually seen a penis before. Of course, she had seen pictures and videos online but that pales in comparison to the real thing.

Daughter Jill: When mom first told me about the family doing a naked hot tub together, I thought she was joking. But then she explained that it would be a very innocent way to introduce me to actually seeing a man’s penis. I admit it. I was super curious about the whole sex thing. Not just seeing a man’s cock, but wondering what it would be like to hold it, even kiss it and suck it, and then best of all, having it enter me. Not that we would ever do anything like that with Bill, but I had to admit I really did want to see his cock. I knew from the bulge in his swim trunks that he probably had something worth seeing.

Step-Dad Bill: Our house has a terrific very private pool in the back yard. At one end was a large spa that would comfortably seat six people. Katie prepared some snacks and some drinks and the plan was the three of us would sit in the spa and get comfortable with our nakedness. I confessed to Katie that under the circumstances there was a very good chance that I would get an erection.

Her reply was that she hoped I did. Her reasoning was that a flaccid penis really didn’t go very far towards preparing Jill for sex. I asked her just how far should we go? Should I masturbate for Jill? She replied that we should just play things out and see where it goes. It all depended upon how receptive Jill might be.

Daughter Jill: When mom told me we were going to have a naked session in the hot tub, I couldn’t believe it. At first the idea repelled me, but the more I thought about it, I thought it could be fun. What’s the harm in seeing somebody naked? I had seen mom naked many times but seeing Bill would be a new and exciting experience. I didn’t actually say that to mom but she at least knew I wasn’t horrified by the idea.

Step-dad Bill: That evening we all went out to the spa where I had already turned on the jets and the temperature was at the recommended 104 degrees. We were all clad in bathing suits. Katie laid out the food and drinks and we all climbed into the warm water. We sat there for a while and then Katei stood up and declared that it was time to get naked. And swiftly took off her bikini. I wasn’t sure if I should go next or wait for Jill. But before I could make up my mind, Jill quickly removed her bikini and stood there for a few seconds showing off her beautiful body. That left me, so I stood up and quickly pulled down my bathing suit. Just the few seconds that I had to enjoy Jill’s fabulous teen body had caused my penis to start to thicken. Although still more or less dangling down, even mostly soft, it was still a good six inches long and quite thick.

Daughter Jill: Omigod, my mind raced. Bill’s penis was not only even bigger than I thought, it’s downright beautiful. And it looks like he might already be aroused. Did just seeing my naked body do that? It made me feel really proud and powerful that I could have such an instant effect on a man’s cock. Then Bill sat down. The water level was such that only the tip of his prick was above the water. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it and as I stared at the tip, I saw it slowly raise up until the entire cockhead was visible. I then realized that he was getting a full erection.

Mom Katie: I saw what was going on and was pleased for two reasons. One was that Jill was entranced with Bill’s dick, and two, that he had gone fully erect so quickly. I hoped that Jill got pleasure out of realizing the power she wielded. Not wanting to lose the thrill of the moment, I suggested to Bill that he sit up on the edge of the spa so that the full impact of his terrific penis could be enjoyed by myself and Jill. Bill looked at me disbelievingly but Jill never took her eyes off what she could see of his prick. Not hearing any negative comments, Bill followed my suggestion. And there it was. All 8-1/2-inches of man-cock sticking proudly straight up. I got up and sat next to him and Jill followed suit.

Step-Dad Bill: I had a hard time accepting the fact that I was sitting between my wife and step-daughter, totally naked, with a raging, throbbing, bright red, full erection sticking up from between my legs. It took all the will power I possessed to keep from grabbing that bar of steel and start jacking it.

Mom Katie: I looked at Jill and could tell she was totally entranced with seeing Bill’s huge penis. Knowing how much I wanted to wrap my hands around it, I knew Jill probably had similar thoughts. So I suggested that she touch it. She looked at Bill, probably wondering if it was ok with him. I knew the answer to that. Bill gave a slight nod. The next thing I knew, Jill had both hands wrapped around Bill’s cock and actually started jacking him off. I guess she had seen enough videos that she knew what to do.

Daughter Jill: I was shocked that mom so quickly invited me to touch Bill’s beautiful cock. How could I resist. I looked him in the eyes, knowing that no man could say no to a beautiful teen, and he gave me a small nod. I quickly wrapped both hands around his cock. I couldn’t help myself. I knew what came next. With both hands I started pumping the shaft. I looked at mom and she was smiling so I knew I was doing the right thing. There was no doubt how Bill felt about it. The head of his cock looked like a big purple plum and the more I stared at it, an overwhelming desire to suck it came over me. I wasn’t sure how that would go over with mom but I really didn’t care. I knew this was all her idea and she would just have to live with the consequences.

I leaned over and initially just planted a wet kiss on the head of Bill’s cock. And then I let my lips slide down over the bulging glans of his beautiful prick. Both mom and Bill let out large gasps as I’m sure they weren’t expecting anything like that from shy, sheltered, virginal Jill. I proceeded to suck on Bill’s cock with all the suction I could muster. I really wanted him to fill my mouth with his creamy semen. I was prepared to suck on his big cock as long as needed in order to get my reward, assuming neither parent made me stop.

Bill moaned in ecstasy and then I heard mom’s voice urging me on to suck that big dick and make him spurt down my throat. I settled into my routine, knowing that it could take a while. But I guess the whole scene was so erotically charged that Bill couldn’t hold back. And in a disappointingly short time, I felt Bill’s body tense up and then he began to chant, I’m cumming, I’m cumming. And sure enough, jets of semen blasted against the back of my mouth and into my throat. I had no experience so I didn’t know what to do. I tried to swallow as much as I could but the cum was spurting out of his cock faster than I could swallow. I felt some of it squirt out the sides of my mouth. I tried to pull off even though I really wanted to keep sucking his throbbing prick. But Bill cried out not to stop and tightly held my head and continued to pump his huge prick in and out of my teen lips. So I sucked him as hard as I could with the jism still coming from his prick.

Finally it was over although I would have kept sucking that magnificent cock as long as he could stand it. But I knew that after cumming, a man’s cock got super sensitive and all good things had to come to an end.

Step-Dad Bill: I don’t know if it was the unique experience of getting my cock sucked by a beautiful teen while her mother watched, or what, but that was the most mind shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. I looked down as my prick slipped from between Jill’s lips. As she sat up I could still see little spurts of cum bubbling out of the slit in my cockhead. Then Katie leaned over and started sucking off the residue of jism that drooled from my prick. Finally, when there was no more to be had, Katie sat up too. There the three of us sat. Too stunned by what had just happened to even utter a word.

Even after cumming down Katie’s throat, I was still super horny. I grabbed my still hard prick and started fisting it. Katie wanted to know what was I doing? I tried to explain that the experience had been so wonderful that I wanted to cum again. Katie had seen me cum several times in a row so she knew it was possible. She told me to go for it and let Jill experience what it was like to actually see streams of semen spurt from a dick.

So with both women intently watching, I jacked the shit out of my dick. I was so freaking horny that it didn’t take long before stream after stream of creamy semen shot out of my cock. The girls loved it. As I lay back, totally wiped out, mother and daughter took turns licking my cock clean of the excess semen.

Daughter Jill: I loved seeing the nut juice spurt out of Bill’s cock. I had seen guys cum on internet videos before but most of the time it would just ooze out. Bill’s jism was like it was shot out of a cannon. I was impressed that he could get off such a powerful second cum so quick after filling my mouth with jism. I was also surprised at how natural it all felt. I’m really glad mom decided to let me get acclimated to having sex with a man by providing Bill’s big cock for me.

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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3
Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

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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 kept 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 than 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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From An Early Age

Many people believe interest in sexual matters does not start until a child is well into the teen years. Not so.

I was eight. My parents were friends with another boy’s parents. He was eight years old also. Somehow, he and I were up in his bedroom while the parents were downstairs. For some reason we got naked. I forget why. It’s probably because he said we should do so, like some sort of game. So, it wasn’t really an accident that I saw his penis.

We started mock wrestling and rolling around together on his bed. While I didn’t stop to examine his erect little penis in detail, I found it fascinating. At one point, I saw his anus while my face was less than a foot away. I actually smelled the sweet odor. I was terribly turned on, although I had no idea what I was feeling at the time. I’ve been attracted to anuses, both male and female, ever since.

Several years later, I was in a very weird middle school situation (See “Integration”) in which I saw several boys of mixed stages of puberty all naked. That too, was a huge turn-on.

In my early teens, I started to have occasional mutual masturbation sessions with boys. In my later teens, I got involved with girls, but never totally lost my interest in boys.

At age 30, I married a beautiful woman with whom I am still totally happily married 36 years later.

Please understand that even though a young child may have sexual urges or interests, these should not be acted on in any way by adults. Even seemingly innocent sexual interactions can have unexpected long-lasting negative psychological impacts that can follow children all the way into adulthood. These can result in sexual confusion, broken marriages, ongoing irritability and even health issues.

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Why I Became a Prostitute

In grade school, I didn’t even know what a prostitute was. In middle school I was taught that whores are all miserable people who get addicted to drugs, then die young.

Nothing could be further from the truth, at least for me and the people I know.

Oh, sure, there are thousands of teenage girls who end up in a downward spiral. They meet a seemingly nice older guy who has a lot of money and gives them things, including drugs. It’s a fascinating world for these kids. They feel like adults ahead of their time. They start to become addicted. These guys they met let them know that in order to afford the drugs, which they now crave beyond control, they can have sex with customers. Most of the young girls hate the idea, but what else can they do? They’re addicted. The guys, their pimps, not only take a cut of the money, they take most of it. Many of them also sexually, verbally and physically abuse the girls. For these unfortunate teens, there’s no way out. They spiral downward and die. Very sad.

So now, let me tell you my story, which is entirely different.

My parents were not super-rich, but they were well enough off that they were able to send me to a Catholic boarding high school. In the summer of my 13th year, I was very happy to be going to the better high school. Fall came, and I learned from the very first day that parochial school was not all it was cracked up to be.

Now, I’ve always thought of myself as a good Catholic girl, but I have to tell you, praying silently for 55 minutes on hard wooden pews just isn’t for me. I was so bored! And the nuns were not very nice. For instance, one used to walk among our rows of desks, and would suddenly whack one girl or another on the wrist with a wooden ruler. Maybe it was for whispering to her neighbor, or doing poorly on a test. But it fucking hurt! Maybe it’s not like this in all Catholic schools, but in my school, most of the nuns were sour old women. Their personalities were wooden, and never allowed any sort of fun, even for themselves. Personally, I don’t think that’s the way to bring up studious, self-motivated kids. But what do I know?

Our school, being in a coastal town was only about 100 yards from the beach. There was a rumor in our school that used to scare the bejeepers out of me. It is said that the nuns were particularly mad at one girl a few years earlier. I think she accidentally muttered ‘God damn,” which the nuns overheard. Anyway, after dark, they dragged the girl down to the beach, took off all her clothes, and stuffed her vagina with sand.

I don’t know whether it’s true, but it had a strange effect on me. You’d think I’d be horrified, and I was. But there was something else. It was the first time I had really heard the word vagina used other than in medical contexts. It gave me a tingle down there.

The first time I tried confessing this horrible thought and related tingle, which of course I knew was terribly bad, I just couldn’t bring it up to the priest. I just couldn’t. So the following week, I had to things to confess, the second being that I couldn’t confess properly the week before. So, that second week, I tried to tell him, and he wouldn’t let me speak. Literally. As soon as the word ‘vagina’ was out of my mouth, the priest kept interrupting me. He wouldn’t even let me finish. He switched the conversation to homework and things like that.

My dorm room consisted of three other girls with whom I had become great friends. Being unable to confess my problem, I thought maybe I could at least carefully bring it up with them and get some opinions about what to do.

I really hadn’t said anything. Just something about wondering if the sand in the vagina tale was real, and that it made me feel ‘funny.’

Monica, with a kind of strange smile on her face asked, “What do you mean, ‘funny?'”

I tried explaining without saying anything, because as you can imagine, one, especially at that age, can’t really talk about such things.

By now, all the girls had stopped what they were doing, and listened with rapt attention. Monica allowed me to stumble though my little, halting explanation of what I felt. Then she said, “Oh, I know that tingle! Right here, right?” placing her fist right over vagina.

“Well… yeah, there.”

“Did you get wet?”

I’ll bet my cheeks turned three shades of red. That part I hadn’t mentioned. Hadn’t even allowed myself to think about. But it did indeed happen. That time when I heard about the sandy vagina thing, and a couple of times since, I felt a mysterious wetness between my legs.

Before I could answer, Monica said, “You were horny, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I get horny all the time.” Joanie added.

Amy, who had been silent up until then asked, “Do you know what to do about it?”

I thought she was asking like she wanted to know. But no, she had some information for us. Very interesting information indeed. That evening there in the dorm, I learned about masturbation.

Oh, no one did anything, but it was a very remarkable and eye-opening conversation. For a couple of weeks, the whole thing really occupied my mind. First, was it something a good Catholic girl could do? What would God think? I mean, according to Amy, most girls do it. But did they really? I doubted it. She said boys do it too. Oh my gosh! That thought kept coming back to me, and I got that crazy tingle wetness feeling several times. I kind of wanted to actually touch myself there. It felt like the natural thing to do, but I didn’t dare. Too crazy!

Days later, when I was starting to forget about the whole thing, around 10pm, an hour after lights-out, I heard a very quiet squish-squish kind of thing. I didn’t think anything about it. I had heard it before, but just assumed… well, I don’t know what. Maybe one of the girls was massaging a sore knee or something.

Suddenly a flashlight came on, Monica and Joanie were all giggles, and Amy screamed. As I looked over, I saw that the two of them had pulled off Amy’s blanket. It took a minute for me to comprehend, but Amy was bare from her T-shirt on down, and her hand was in front of her vagina.

Moments later, Amy had pulled the blanket back over herself, the other two girls quickly jumped back into their beds, and the door opened as Sister Marie stepped in and said, “Girls, you’re too loud. Keep it down in here.”

What I had seen was so alarming that I barely slept that night. No one said anything to anyone. Amy just glared at the two of them. A day later, the two girls fell all over themselves trying to apologize to Amy. I guess they realized that what they had done was horrible.

Here’s the thing: I couldn’t get it out of my mind – I mean the part of Amy doing what I could only assume was masturbating.

Monica and Joanie continued to be super-apologetic for a couple of days. Then one night when Joanie asked Amy how they could make it up to her she said something super-crazy. It just floored me: She said, “You’ve seen me jilling. Now I want to see you. Then we’ll be even.”

‘Jilling?’ It took me a moment to realize she was talking about masturbating.

Both girls shook their heads, ‘No.’

Amy’s answer: “Then I’m still totally mad at you. You so violated my privacy. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.”

Perhaps she was being overly dramatic, but that’s what she said.

Nothing more happened. The next night, as we were drifting off to sleep, Monica quietly said, “I’ll do it if Joanie will.”

“Do what?” Amy asked.

“I’ll… um… I’ll jill… I’ll let you see me masturbating…” she hesitantly, and very quietly answered.

“You know what? I will do it… If Sondra will also.”

I practically jumped when she said my name in that context.

It took me what seemed like a long time to answer. I opened my mouth, thought better of it, then started again like three times. Finally I answered as truthfully as I knew, “It seems weird. Besides, I don’t even know what it is. Something with my vagina, right? No, I don’t think so.”

Yet another couple of days passed. Something must have come over Amy because in front of the other two girls she started explaining masturbation.

“So look. Um… So, you rub your pussy and it starts to feel really, really nice. The a sort of explosion comes over. I mean, a good explosion. I can’t explain it. It’s like sneezing but a million times better.”

It was the first time I had heard ‘pussy.’ It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she was talking about her vagina. All of this talk was having that effect on me again. You know, where you get that tingle between your legs.

“Well,” I added, “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“Me too,” Monica admitted. “I haven’t really done it.”

Amy must have remained quite horny over the next couple of days, because she started working on us every night. Through insinuation, but never quite saying it, she indicated that we could learn to masturbate together, and she would show us how it’s done.

Maybe a week passed. Then Monica quietly piped in one night with, “Well, maybe I could help Amy show you. I mean, well… I’ve done it.”

I think everyone in the room was stunned. Nothing more happened for maybe five minutes. Then we heard some rustling around on Amy’s bed.

“Here,” is all she said as she turned on her flashlight and pointed it right between her legs. With her other hand, she was kind of petting the hair on her vagina.

I have to admit I was suddenly all tingles. I’m sure the others were too.

One thing led to another, and that night, after putting a a wedge-shaped doorstop under the door in case a nun might come around, which they never did unless we were too noisy, Amy and Monica showed Joanie and I how to masturbate.

With the sparkly eyes of all three girls watching intently, I, for the first time in my life put my hand between my legs for a purpose other than hygiene. I learned that the little bump is called the ‘clit’ and feeling the strongest tingle yet, and quite a bit of wetness, started rubbing in the little circles like Amy was doing.

It felt nice, and kind of a relief for the tingle, but nothing special. I quit rubbing.

“Keep going,” Monica practically yelled, in a strained whisper as to not bring the nuns to our room.

I figured ‘Why not?’ Then too, the tingle seemed to be taking over my brain. I somehow really wanted to do this. You’d think the invasion of privacy of having the three girls watching would put me off, but if anything it added to my excitement.

It didn’t hurt seeing them all naked. I must say, these girls had nice asses and legs. Monica and Joanie also had their bras off. What a sight!

Still nothing. Again, Monica told me to keep going. As I was doing so and becoming rather disinterested in continuing, suddenly Amy started moaning weirdly and arching her back. I didn’t understand and immedately asked the others, “What’s with her?”

“Watch!” Monica said.

So I watched, and Amy kept moaning, now even louder. So loud I thought it might bring the nuns around. She was moving her hand back and forth over her vagina so fast that her fingers were a blur. She was breathing heavy. Then it was over.

She laid back down on her bed. I noticed that her face had a sheen of sweat. She had an expression of something. I didn’t quite know if it was pain, or discomfort, or maybe it was bliss.

It was bliss. She looked at each of us in the eyes for a moment, then closed her own eyes and laid still.

Literally within a minute, Monica ended up doing something quite similar, although moaning almost not at all. But she too was stiffening all up and obviously in some sort of bliss.

Even if I didn’t understand what I was seeing, my body did. You might call it solidary. I’ll just call it the first orgasm of my life. My own moans were more like squeaks. Oh my god. I’m sure you know – the delicious fever-like chills, the toe-curling full-body contractions, and of course the feeling in what I came to know as my pussy.

As the years of high school passed, the four of us became ever more bold in our pursuits of personal pleasure. We learned what it feels like to have a finger or a tongue in our anuses, we learned about kissing, hugging, and everything that goes with sex. We got to study and watch each other give orgasms.

Either the nuns never found out, or more likely, they knew exactly what was going on in our dorm room and chose not to interrupt.

During those years I started wondering about boys. I had never seen a penis. This was in the days just before the Internet really caught on. There was no Wikipedia. Only Monica had ever seen a penis. She reported as best she could on what her brother’s penis looked like when a little earthquake caused him to run out of the shower, naked and in fright. Of course she had never seen it erect.

The one thing I knew is that I really, really liked masturbation, and thinking about all things sexual.

What a release it was to get out of high school. My parents could half-afford to send me to a good college, along with a student loan, and my grades were good. My first days at Berkeley were wonderful, but all academic. It was actually spooky for me, a Catholic girl, raised in a Catholic high school to be shoulder to shoulder with guys. They all seemed so big and tall.

I was invited to a party. I had never been to a party, but had seen parties in the movies. It seemed like a great idea.

I arrived by myself, and felt a little like, ‘I don’t know what to do,’ as I kind of hung back against a far wall just watching everyone else have fun. The music was loud. Too loud. People kept trying to hand me drinks, but I just didn’t feel ready for that yet.

A boy came up and said something in my ear. I couldn’t make out what he said with all the noise, I mean music. He shouted the same thing, and I still couldn’t make it out. Then he grabbed me by the hand, led me out of the building and on to the lawn where it would be easy to hear.

What he said was, “You look lonely. Would you like some company?”

OK, so I was naive, but I thought he really meant just company.

It turns out, he was naive also. He really did mean just company.

Freddy and I started hanging out and we became an item. I think the rest of the college community thought the two of us were rather weird. I mean, we were two peas in a pod. He liked sweaters. I liked sweaters. Sometimes, just for fun, we’d both wear our light blue sweaters. He was against alcohol. I mean really against it. He wouldn’t drink. He said his father set an example by drinking himself to death. Freddy did not want to follow in his footsteps. Me, well, I just didn’t feel ready to try alcohol yet so I totally supported Freddy in not drinking. That can be quite difficult when you’re surrounded by thousands of college kids who seemed focused on one thing: getting drunk. As if to justify their own interest in alcohol, they’ll try to get you drinking also.

It was about a month in when one of our hugging and kissing sessions turned into something more. When his pants came off, I orgasmed. I mean it. I saw his penis, which was already erect, and had that tingle between my legs so strongly that I immediately shuddered with a full-blown orgasm.

So, the first penis I ever saw was erect. It was weird-looking alright. I had no idea how a guy could hide such a thing in his pants, not realizing that erect isn’t their usual state. I reached out to touch it. How could I resist? I had no idea what to do. First I touched what I assumed was his peehole right on the tip with my fingertip. He shuddered, and I backed off right away. Did that hurt him? No, it was a sexual shudder. Then, I wrapped my hand around it. It was so warm! So soft on the outside, and hard on the inside. It started kind of expanding and contracting a little in my grip. Interesting. I couldn’t imagine what was going on. Then white stuff spurted out of his peehole. I jumped back in fright. He explained that’s what makes girls pregnant. Fascinating!

We didn’t have condom with us plus we had both orgasmed and were satisfied, so we just laid naked in the bed, hugged, and promptly fell asleep.

It didn’t take us long to figure out what humans have been figuring out for thousands of years. We did manage to get condoms. Together we learned how to use them. We learned so much more, too. We found out how nice oral sex is, giving and getting, I got to watch him pee, which I just loved seeing. He got to watch me pee. I was a little self-conscious so it took me a minute to just let the stream flow. But, oh what fun, exploring each other. In time, we had fingers, toys of various sorts, and his penis in every hole and in every situation imagineable.

I switched my major. I had been studying pre-med and wasn’t really liking it. It was just something I thought I might as well do – become a doctor. I decided I was to become a psychologist. Not just any psychologist. I was going to specialize in sexuality. I wanted to learn everything in the world about sex.

Freddy and I didn’t last. He was sort of forced to try some cocaine at a party one night. No big deal, right? But then a few weeks later, cocaine was offered to him again. He decided since the first time didn’t hurt him any, he’d just go ahead. One thing led to another, and within a year my beautiful Freddy became a drug addict. The poor guy was taking cocaine to get high, then he’d follow that up with heroine to get low. He used up all his money in short order, and had taken to shoplifting. Really! I tried reasoning with him, tried getting him in a treatment program, tried an intervention, nothing worked. In fact, it was the attempted intervention that broke us up. He was so mad at me!

Freddy taught me that I don’t want to go that route. I’ve never even tried anything alcoholic, nothing smoky, and certainly no drugs. The guys I’m with these days think it’s cute, or maybe quaint that I won’t do those things. When they’re with me, I insist they don’t either. If they want to fuck, they’ll have to comply, and they all do.

The one major thing I learned from Freddy is just how amazing it is to have a cock in you. I mean, I’ve tried sex toys of various descriptions, brush handles, and of course fingers of all descriptions, both from my Catholic school days and Freddy’s fingers, but nothing satisfies like a cock in the cunt. Pardon my language!

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I realized I like sex. I mean, I really like sex, everything about it. I like talking about it, thinking about it, seeing it on the Internet, you name it. I like sex! Because I had a real interest, maybe you might even think of it as a calling, I was a very good student through my college days.

The one thing, though, is I couldn’t get enough. I dated a few guys and we fucked, and it was nice. But it was too few and far between in my opinion. One of the guys was a sort of male nymphomaniac. This guy could cum three times in a single night, and often did. We’d fuck, we’d fall asleep, then at 2 in the morning, he’d want more. You get to a point where enough is enough. Or, at least enough of the same guy, the same way, night after night. This nympho guy liked missionary sex. He didn’t want oral, he didn’t want different positions, he didn’t want to try anything new. Boring!

So, I couldn’t get enough, and yet, it had to be good or why bother?

There was very little mention of prostitution in my studies. You see, to become a psychologist specializing in sexuality, most of what you learn is ordinary psychology, not sexual stuff. But there were a few paragraphs, and one of them kind of woke me up.

The whole world talks negatively about prostitution. But why? What’s wrong with it? If you think of the concept intellectually, logically, it’s only the side-effects that are negative. Prostitution so often involves drugs, as I mentioned earlier. It can break up marriages. One can get diseases.

The idea of prostitution started rolling around in my mind. Might I like to play with that? Might it even be profitable? You see, my parents had been able to put me through Catholic high school, but the family business was a bookstore, and business was not doing great now that Kindle and all that ebook stuff was coming around. It got so bad that they had to lay off their two employees and my sister went to work in the bookstore. I had a $150,000 student loan to pay off. Hmmm, I was thinking, what if I could make a dent in that loan while playing with prostitution. Crazy, eh?

I put a notice on Craigslist kind of hinting at what I was offering. A guy wrote back. We wrote back and forth like six times, while I started realizing it was a stupid idea. Before we even met, I changed my mind and dropped him.

It took me a year to get up the gumption to actually play with this whoring idea. I thought about it and though more about it. It was becoming an obsession, yet I hadn’t taken one step to act on it. Well, I did take one step. I realized I could get in trouble, real physical trouble with random guys. So, I took up Judo, then switched to women’s self-defense classes, and finally to Karate. It was my physical education, and frankly, I was having a blast. Who knew that I’d end up becoming rather expert in self-defense? Sure, I got bumped around a lot, and even sprained an ankle once, but I was having the time of my life. Well sort of. I still wasn’t getting enough sex.

In fact, it was a fellow karate student that became my first client. I had gone out with him to a pizza place, and we had an enjoyable and long conversation. In fact, I was hoping he’d invite me somewhere so we could fuck. I would have liked that. Instead, we just kept talking. I spilled out my thoughts about wanting to become a prostitute. To his credit, he didn’t act shocked. Instead, he offered to become my first client. He only had $20 to spare, but I wasn’t complaining. I never mentioned that I would have had sex with him for free.

We went to his dorm room, he kicked out his roommate, and we were literally naked and fucking within five minutes. No fanfare, no foreplay. He just wanted to jump right into me. I thought that was weird, but a minute later, I was in absolute joy as I felt his warm, hard, throbbing cock deep in my body. Oh, my god! He had no idea how much I got out of this, even though he came and was out of me within two more minutes.

This guy had friends. Quicker that you can say “Fuck me hard!” I had a huge clientele. I fucked my way entirely out of my student loan by the time I graduated. For the first year, I was sure I’d get in trouble with one of these guys. I’d have to use my Karate skills. But it never happened. I also feared STDs. It worried me like crazy, so I was always super-clean, insisted that the guys take showers first, I used antiseptic creams, and literally had the guys wear two condoms. That kind of squeezes their dicks nicely. Although they may complain at first, they all seem to like it in the end.

One of the advantages of being a whore is the variety. Not all guys want missionary position within the first minute. Some want long foreplay sessions. Some are really weird with their own fetishes. More than one guy has paid me to just watch him jerk off, or to just wank myself while he watches. Some are very oral. Some aren’t oral at all.

Maybe because I was brought up Catholic and I thought for the longest time that everything sexual was dirty, I particularly enjoy the dirtiest sex of all: I just love being fucked in the ass. I can easily orgasm just from that. In fact, I more likely will orgasm from anal than vaginal sex.

You see, I don’t always orgasm. I have gotten to a point where I still totally enjoy the company of these guys and I always love the fulfilling feeling of a penis inside me, but I just don’t orgasm every time any more. And it’s all good.

Something I’ve been enjoying lately, but it’s still rather rare, is the occasional female client. That’s right. There are women who pay to have sex with me. Oh, I love licking out a woman until she has multiple orgasms brought on by my tongue!

Now that I’m getting older, I know I’ll lose my looks soon. In fact I already am, but I still have no shortage of clients. Now, they’re mostly older men. These are guys who are uglier than I am!

I have recently dusted off my PhD, and have been doing some private consultation for people who have, or imagine they have sexual disorders.

I’ve been accepted into Berkeley’s psychology program as a professor of the sexual psychology program. I guess the books I wrote helped my reputation as a sexual expert. I’ll start teaching this autumn. I’m so looking forward to that!

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Sex in High School

By Spurtz

Because it was quite some time ago, I’m not really sure what age I was when girls first started giving me sexual urges. I’m guessing it was likely about 13. About the same time I first became capable of ejaculating.

At that time the popular shoes for almost all high school girls were ballet style slippers. The front of the shoe was cut so close to the front that the individual back part of the girl’s toes were visible. I’ve tried to find a photo showing this style of shoe but none of the photos I found of that style of shoe have been cut back far enough for any toes to show.

Sexy ballet shoe toes

Anyway, where I am going with this is that seeing the toes would give me hard-ons in class. And since 90% of the girls in class were wearing them, there was no shortage of hard-on material. This was obviously the beginning of what later blossomed into a full-on foot fetish. But I am getting ahead of myself.

One of the major problems of getting an erection in class was that teen dicks, when hard, want to point straight up, right at the belly button. If my dick happened to be pointing down my pant leg when soft, once it started to get hard, my pants would keep it from getting where it needed to go. The result could be painful. Hard dicks do not want to be held down, especially during teenage years.

Any attempt to get it repositioned into a more comfortable location was defeated by tight jeans. In reality, the jeans would need to be unbuttoned and pulled down and then the hard cock could be pulled into an upright position. Of course, doing that in class was not possible. So I either had to hope it would go soft, or wait until class was over and rush to the boy’s room holding my books in front of my crotch to hide my hard-on.

I finally wised up and would position my cock before class started so that if it got hard, it had room to grow. Which was smart because I got hard in almost every class.

I had one pair of pants that had a good sized hole in the right pocket. While sitting in class I would work the head of my cock through the hole so that I could massage the head. I could also massage the frenulum and the coronal ridge, the two most sensitive areas. I could even jack it a bit but not a full stroke.

I would take a seat in the back of the class at the far right. This way nobody was behind me or to my right and no one was in a position to wonder what my right hand was doing in my pocket.

On a couple of occasions I carried this fondling too far. Once you get to that point where it is obvious an orgasm is imminent, there are only two things you can do. Stop rubbing your dick which doesn’t stop the orgasm. It just partially ruins it. Or you can keep on stimulating your hard penis resulting in a full-on glorious cumshot right in your pants pocket. Which is what I did. I knew I was going to cum anyway so no reason to lessen the enjoyment by stopping.

I always wondered if anybody noticed my body stiffen or my eyes roll back in my head as spurt after spurt of semen filled up my pants pocket. According to data on the internet, adolescent semen volume is about 1.0 ml where an adult’s is about 2.5 ml. So fortunately I wasn’t dumping that much cum in my pants pocket. I was usually able to get to the boy’s room after class and clean out my pants pocket with toilet tissue and luckily it didn’t seep through two layers or cloth and leave a visible stain.

I can’t recall if I ever actually exposed my cock in a class. If I did, it was in a way that nobody knew it. I never saw any of my classmates exposing their dick heads although I’m sure it must have happened.

At this same age of about 13, my best friend named Denny and I were approached by an older kid of about 15 as we were leaving school to walk home. We really didn’t know this kid that well but had seen him around. He started walking with us and at one point directed us to follow him into a dense shrub area telling us he had something to show us. As we got out of sight of anybody else, he kneeled down and directed us to do the same.

The kid unzipped his pants and took out his erect penis. This was a long time ago but I still remember to this day being very shocked at what he was doing. Back then kids just didn’t so stuff like that. He then invited Denny and me to take out our cocks and join him in jacking off. We both declined to participate. At that age I was way too shy to ever expose my dick to anybody. And even though Denny and I were the closest of buds, neither of us had ever seen each other’s dicks. Hard or soft.

However, despite being shocked to the core, we were both fascinated at what the kid was doing. I can’t speak for Denny but I had never seen any other kid’s dick, much less one that was fully erect and being masturbated for my pleasure as well as the dick owner’s pleasure.

At that age it doesn’t take very long to cum and in less than a minute the kid was pumping several streams of jism onto the ground. When he was finished he wiped his dick clean with a piece of paper he had, put his dick away, zipped up, and got up and left without a word.

Denny and I continued our walk home and not a word was shared between us about what had just occurred. As soon as I got home I went to my room and jacked off. Both parents worked and got home later so I had the place to myself. I had a three year younger sister but she was nowhere to be seen.

I never had any sexual contact with her. The closest I ever came was one time we were both alone in the house. I had been playing with my dick and was feeling horny and I walked to the door to her room with my erect cock sticking out of my pants and said something stupid like “Look at this!” She screamed and slammed the door shut. Nothing ever came of it, so either she never told our mother or if she did, mom decided it was no big deal.

About this same time another friend named Donnie and I used to let a younger kid hang with us. We told him that the two of us had formed a secret “club.” He pestered the shit out of us to join the club. Finally, out of the blue, Donnie told him he could join our club if he sucked both our dicks. This frankly shocked me. I wasn’t really ready to expose my teen dick to any other boys. But once the kid agreed to it, I had to go through with it. I had a stopwatch and the kid only agreed to have our dicks in his mouth for 30 seconds. I went first. My cock was hard and the kid put it in his mouth but didn’t suck it or move his head at all. So it was really nothing. After the 30 seconds was up he moved to Donnie and did the same thing. All in all, very disappointing.

Again, none of this was ever discussed and nothing close to it was ever repeated.

By the time I was 15 I had actually fucked five different girls, one of whom was my regular high school girl friend. One was a cute hooker that I and two other guys picked up. Another was a girl who was hitchhiking her way from New York to Florida with another teen. And one was another of my high school classmates. And last but not least was a very young teen who got my virginity by coming by a gas station where I worked and made it obvious that she wanted my cock inside her.

My girlfriend and I fucked every chance we could get. Mostly in my car (you could drive at 15 in my state at the time) which was an 11 year old Ford coupe. She also baby sat a lot which was really great because then we could do it on a bed or sofa. As the relationship progressed she spent a lot of time at my house where I lived with my parents. The house had a basement accessed by stairs from the kitchen. The basement had a pool table where we ostensibly spent a lot time down there playing pool while mom was in the kitchen making dinner directly above us.

Every time we ever went down there, I would bend her over the pool table and fuck her doggy style. Thankfully my mom never elected to come down while we were there. If she had, I’m not sure I could have put my dick away in time. Plus there would likely have been some pussy aroma that gave us away.

A great amount of the fucking we did was done with me fully clothed. I would just unzip and take my dick out, not even dropping my pants. My gf’s pussy generated quite a bit of pussy cream that ended up staining the fly area on my pants. It took a full washing to get it out so I knew my mom had to see those white stains and knew what we were doing. She probably assumed it was cum.

As a 15 or 16 year old kid, I was fucking her a minimum of four or five times a week. I never used a condom and somehow managed to get away with it for close to six years before I knocked her up. We were already engaged to be married and went ahead with it. Then my sperm must have kicked into high gear because in the next five years we had three kids and two abortions.

Overall, I had a pretty interesting sex life for a high school kid. Looking back the one thing I regret was that I never was involved in any circle jerks or jerking off with a bud or any other M2M stuff. No mutual blowjobs either. The “club” incident does not count as a blowjob in my opinion.

I’ve often wondered how many high school boys have secretly jacked off in class. And also how many teachers have been aware of the many hard-ons that were taking place in the class room.