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Wanking For Mom and Dad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had no idea what he meant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, take your underwear off.”

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

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

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

“You shave down there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, go on,” Dad chimed in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Masturbating with Friends and Family Members

Masturbating with Friends and Family Members

I found this thread on Reddit:

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


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

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


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


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


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


That’s the best!


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


Sounds rad!


Hot id love to hear about it


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


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

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

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

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


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


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


So fucking hot


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


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


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


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


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


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


Could use a few of those too, lucky man


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


Thats insane 🤯


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


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


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


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


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


Would love to hear more about it!


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


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


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


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


Did you cum too?


Putting a pillow on my face, yeah


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


I had to bite my lips so hard 🫢


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


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


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


Friend yes it was great


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


Female

Amazing, what a great life 💕


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


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


With college roommates and 1 close friend


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


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


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


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


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


Many friends i masterbated with and loved it


Jerked off with my grandpa. It was so nice.


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


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


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


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


Yes to a family member and friends.

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Falling in a Cold Lake with an Old Dude

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, sorry,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Two Horny Girls With an Interest in Science

You know Michael’s right? It’s the craft store. I was in there because as you know, I love crocheting. My mom gave me some money to buy more yarn.

So, in the next aisle over there were two women talking. I couldn’t see them because the shelves of yarn are stacked so high. But anyway, what they were saying changed my life in the most incredible and positive way.

“When my baby was born, it didn’t hurt at all. Well, almost not at all. And at that moment, as the baby was coming out, I had an orgasm. It’s because Jake and I were playing a lot with fisting. That really makes a difference.”

That’s what I actually heard! I could hardly believe my ears!

I rounded the corner to see who was saying that. The women had already moved on and I barely caught a glimpse of them. It appeared to be two women in their twenties, each pushing a baby stroller. I really wanted to see their faces. Like, who would these women be to talk so freely about such things, and, come to think of it, to do such things? I didn’t even really know what fisting was, but I had a good idea from that brief conversation.

I thought about racing ahead of the two women toward the front of the store so I could see them, but figured that would be too awkward and obvious.

Well, I got my yarn and went home. Crocheting is nice because for much of it, you don’t have to focus. It’s just loop, loop, loop, so you can let your mind wander, at least until you come to edges or changes. And, I’ll tell you what, my mind did wander! I couldn’t get that conversation out of my head. In fact, what that woman said to her friend rattled around in my head for days.

One thing it did was it made me terribly horny. Up until then, the only masturbation I had done was some little-girl things, you know admiring my naked self in a mirror, just kind of gently touching my labia, running my fingers over my nipples, touching my anus, that sort of thing. In fact, I had never experienced an orgasm. I think once I was close and started feeling something like chills, which scared me, so I backed off.

It’s kind of embarrassing talking about this sort of thing. Is it OK?

[“Oh, totally,” I assured her.]

Now, my best friend since first grade, Andi, had no idea what was going on inside me after hearing that, but I was busting to tell her, to tell anyone. It was just to big, too weird, to keep inside.

A few days later, while she and I were sitting in my bedroom crocheting, I let the cat out of the bag. It was difficult. It worried me that she’d think I was a freak just for hearing such a thing. Or just for thinking about it or something. Like, you know what I mean, right?

Trying to sound matter-of-fact about it, like Gayle King or some news reporter, I told Andi what I had heard. I’m pretty sure I was blushing as I said it.

Fortunately, Andi is more straight-forward than me. Maybe even what you might call rebellious. She responded, “That’s so cool!”

We fell silent for a moment, then she said in a strangely quiet voice, “Tell me more.”

“Well, that’s all there was.” Then I asked her if it’s true.

“If what’s true?”

“I mean, well, is fisting a thing? And is it what it sounds like? And if a woman does that a whole lot, will it make childbirth less painful?”

I blurted all that out, still quite embarrassed about even discussing such things.

There was a practical side to this. Since before I can remember, I’ve always wanted to have kids, and yet I was scared to death about all the pain that women say they have when giving birth.

I was hoping somehow Andi knew about such things, but like me, she didn’t have a clue.

We turned to Wikipedia. Boy, did we learn some stuff, and in the process, I started jittering, almost like shivering. So did Andi. She was feeling the same thing. We talked about what was happening, and tried to understand it. I know now that it was extreme horniness.

We sat in silence for a while. Then, sheepishly, she asked me, “Have you ever done anything like that?”

“Fisting? Heck no!”

“Um, no, I mean like… masturbating.”

I told her about the few little things I’ve done.

“So you never even had an orgasm?”

“I guess not. It’s no big deal, right? Like I could wait until I’m married.”

I think this was the opportunity Andi was looking for. And dare I say it, an opportunity I wanted more than anything also, although unconsciously.

She blurted out, “No big deal? Hell, it’s a huge deal!”

Over the next half-hour we got to talking really earnestly, and more intimately than I ever imagined I could with anyone, even Andi. She ended up admitting that she masturbates at least once a day, and that orgasms are really something. She went on to say that I simply had to experience an orgasm, and it was a real shame that I hadn’t already.

She ended breaking the minute of silence after that with, “I wouldn’t mind helping you.”

“Huh?”

“Like, I wouldn’t mind showing you, I mean helping you, have your first orgasm.”

“No, too crazy,” I rapidly replied.

“Um, probably so,” she admitted.

I was immediately disappointed in myself. If I understood what she was offering, I turned it down. Huge mistake. What might have happened if I had said yes? After her carrying on about how great orgasms were, I really had to have one. Plus, I was so charged up. I was literally shivering, even though it was plenty warm in my bedroom.

And that was it. She ended up heading home, and a little later, I finally stopped feeling so feverish. That night before falling asleep, I did start touching my vagina in various ways, and it was really nice, but nothing more happened.

Two days later found Andi and I in my bedroom again. Again my parents were out of the house. Only my brother was home, as usual, down in the basement doing his science experiments. I mean, even though Andi and I really like our biology class in school, my older brother Luke is a real scientist. He’s got a little laboratory down there with a microscope and everything. His deal is something about chemistry and electricity. Frankly, I don’t know exactly what he’s doing, but he keeps getting praise from my parents, people at school, and so on for his science projects.

So Andi and I started by reading the required pages in our biology textbooks. We read them to each other. The chapter was on photosynthesis. It was fun. then we got to crocheting again. We were silent for a while.

In a quiet voice, Andi sounding all scientific said, “I have a hypothesis.”

“Oh?”

She hesitated. She stammered, which was odd for her. Then super-quiet, as if my brother way down in the basement might have heard us, which of course he couldn’t, she added, “My hypothesis is that you’d really enjoy an orgasm.”

Like an idiot, I didn’t take the bait, “Oh, I guess, maybe.”

“I think we should run an experiment. You should try to get an orgasm, then report on what it was like for you.”

“You mean like a report in front of the whole class? No way! Hell no! Besides, what has that got to do with photosynthesis?”

She hesitated for a long time, then evidently more horny than I would have figured, she said, “No silly. I mean you should have an orgasm then just report to me, not the whole school!”

I thought about it. That funny shivering effect was coming over me again. Finally I spoke, “Well, you remember the other day, I mentioned that I’ve tried some masturbating, and nothing happened.”

“I think you didn’t do it right or do it enough.”

“Hmm, maybe. Maybe if I could somehow see how it works. Like see some other woman having an orgasm.”

In retrospect, that must have been my subconscious driving me to say that, because where it was going was fairly obvious, right?

More hesitation, then Andi, again in a small voice said, “I’ll show you… I mean, if you’d want to see that.” She quickly rushed to follow that with, “I.. I mean like it would be scientific. You’d get to see what this phenomenon called orgasm is.”

I laughed. Part of it was surely nervousness. Part of it was how hilarious it was to hear Andi try the word ‘phenomenon’ and try to make it sound scientific.

She didn’t laugh. She smiled like as if she was embarrassed.

I was so horny, although at the time I didn’t realize what was coming over me. Here’s what I said, “If you’re willing to show me, then I, I, I think it would be helpful.” Why did I stutter?

Andi said she’d go ahead and masturbate right there on my bed. Then a minute later, she changed her mind. A few minutes later she went home.

I was remarkably disappointed! Why? I had no idea, but I surely was.

The next afternoon, after mostly silently crocheting for a half-hour, she, once again talking almost in a whisper, as if conspiring about something said, “I’m ready now.”

You’d think I would have immediately understood what she meant, but I had to ask.

“Look, science is about observation, right? So, I’ll show you what an orgasm looks like.”

I’m no fool. By now, I was starting to realize that this whole orgasm business with Andi was becoming the most important thing in the world to me.

“OK.”

“OK?”

“Yes, let me see.”

“Ummm…”

Then she added, “This is for science, right?”

“Of course,” was all I could say.

“But I’d feel weird being all naked in front of you.”

My hormones were speaking for me at this point. “I guess we should get naked together. That would be better, right?”

“What about your brother?”

“Luke never comes up here. At most, he might go in the kitchen for a snack. Plus I’ll lock my door, just in case.”

After a couple of false starts, she and I started taking off our clothes. I was all feverish and jittery again. I was actually wondering if I might be coming down with the flu or something.

I was practically shocked when Andi’s bra came off. She had real tits. Big puffy very white ones with huge pink nipples, not like my dark little pancakes with pencil erasers.

Andi, on the other hand, was just staring at me. Finally she spoke, “Oh my god, Laney, you are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

After some awkwardness, she laid down on my bed, and started rubbing her vagina with one hand, with the other, she was very lightly running her fingertips over one of her nipples. She was staring straight at me in a way that made me both self-conscious and proud at the same time.

Andi asked me to turn around so she could see my little brown ass. I complied. Then she asked me to come close and look right at her vagina. It was wet. She continued to rub that little magical spot that I later learned was called her ‘clitoris.’ Hers was bigger than mine. Now, I could see she was visibly shaking, and she was starting to involuntarily go “Ohh, Oh, Oooo…”

Suddenly she arched her back, and screamed “Fuck” so loud I wasn’t sure Luke didn’t hear it.

She quit moving, and although breathing heavily, she was otherwise perfectly still.

I didn’t really see any sort of, well whatever anyone is supposed to see with an orgasm but it didn’t matter. I wanted that. Whatever it was that had just happened to her looked absolutely marvelous, and I wanted it very badly.

I scootched on the bed right next to her. Our thighs were touching. I started doing what she did, and within less than a minute, I had my first ever orgasm. It was by far the best science experiment I ever performed in my life. She was staring right at my pussy and smiling.

Within the next couple of weeks, we did that several more times. I can’t say we ever got used to it, but it did normalize enough that we could start experimenting with other things. With Andi, I learned French kissing, what Wikipedia called “cunnilingus,” and of course mutual masturbation. It didn’t take us long at all to start doing that to each other. Oh, and one other thing, I had no idea how important and wonderful it is to touch one’s nipples while masturbating. And how much better it is to have your friend lick and suck your nipples!

We discussed many things. Like, were we being lesbians? Then we decided it didn’t matter. We were just having too much fun to care.

Eventually, the conversation came back to what started the whole thing. One day we were discussing that business that the two women in Michael’s had intrigued me with in the first place: Fisting.

We wondered if it was healthy. We wondered whether it would actually make giving birth more comfortable. We wondered if it would stretch us out so that sex when we’d have sex with boys, we’d be somehow ruined. We wondered if it was even possible.

By this time, we had learned to put two fingers in each others vaginas, curl the fingers forward, and give each other orgasms by rubbing what we eventually discovered were our G-spots.

We kind of figured out from Wikipedia and other sources, that fisting was OK. It wasn’t going to kill us. But what about sex with boys? Would our vaginas be too loose?

Our talk returned to science. We both figured out we could say anything, propose any crazy ideas, by claiming it was scientific inquiry. That’s how we discovered anal fingering. Our hypothesis was that it might feel good. When we ran the experiments, we found out just how good it did, in fact, feel! Somehow, I was able to have orgasms from anal stimulation alone, something Andi never quite managed.
We delayed any experiments with fisting for a while. Frankly, it kind of scared us. However, we did become more interested in sex with boys. The subject of Luke’s microscope came up. What about sperm? Wouldn’t it be a great scientific observation to see some sperm? But of course that was out of the question. Where would we get any of that?

We started discussing that possibility in earnest. It seems we were both very interested in seeing sperm. What about Carl? He was a popular boy at school. No, neither of us could ask him a thing like that. What about Cameron? He was kind of nerdy kid. Surely he wouldn’t mind contributing some sperm. No way, we just couldn’t imagining ourselves asking him either.

“What about Luke?” Andi asked.

“No fucking way.” I immediately replied.

“Why not?”

“Well…” actually, I didn’t have an answer.

As I sure you can imagine, we got to the point where we had to ask him. Two girls can accomplish anything if they get horny enough.

Within a week, all giggling and crazy, we went down to the basement and asked Luke whether his microscope would be adequate for looking at sperm.

He told us it was. At that point, we had no idea how to proceed. How to ask him whether he’d be willing to donate some to our scientific cause.

We needn’t have worried. I had no idea what a horndog my brother is. He volunteered, but with a catch, one which almost ruined the whole idea. He said that since he’d need inspiration. Then he stopped speaking, looking at Andi and I weirdly.

After a moment, he continued, “I probably wouldn’t be able to produce any sperm unless I had some inspiration.”

We didn’t get it. Well, I had an inkling what he was asking, but geez, really?

Sure enough, he wasn’t going to give us any sperm unless we both got naked so he could look at us while masturbating. You’d think I would freak out, but no, I was really, really into it! I’d get to see a boy’s dick live for the first time in my life. I mean, I had seen some on the Internet, but not in person. Andi was feeling the exact same way.

Fortunately my parents, both nurses, were working at the hospital as they were most afternoons. Luke and I have been latchkey kids since we were old enough not to burn the house down.

The three of us tromped up to my bedroom, and shyly, we started shedding clothing. Luke was the last one out of his underwear. He was immediately erect. It was sticking straight out at a 45 degree angle.

OK, so he’s my own brother, but I’ve got to admit as soon as I saw that, I was so incredibly horny that I felt wetness flowing from my vagina and dribbling down one leg.

He got to work almost immediately, and within a minute, Andi and I saw live for the first time, a boy ejaculating, thick and white.

We got a microscope slide, and we really did see sperm wiggling around. The resolution wasn’t great, so they were more like little blobs with single hairs sticking out of them, but there they were.

Seeing him jerk off like that opened a huge new chapter in our lives. The three of us masturbated together and masturbated each other regularly. You’d think I wouldn’t care to have my brother sticking his fingers in my vag and my ass, and fingering my nipples, but to tell you the truth, I loved it. I also got to wrap my hand around his warm hard penis several times, and see the sperm shooting out.

The idea of fisting came up again, but this time the discussion involved all three of us. We asked Luke whether the fisting would ruin our vaginas for future husbands.

“There’s only one way to find out,” he said laughing. Then he explained. “This is science. I propose we test your vaginal canals before and after.”

As he said that, I noticed a really intense stare of longing between him and Andi. The very next day, he produced some rubbers from somewhere. In my very presence, while I masturbated like a crazy person, they fucked. This was Andi’s first time. They tried to take their time, while he tried to describe exactly how her vagina felt around his penis. I had orgasmed, so now I was taking notes. He came quite suddenly, in the rubber, in her vagina. She was so blissed out. She reported after she calmed down that it didn’t hurt at all. She and I had been afraid of the first time having sex. One hears stories of minor pain and bleeding. Evidently, all our recent masturbatory activity had reduced our hymens to nothing.

The next day, Luke said the experiment wasn’t done. The sample size wasn’t large enough. Of course in real science experiments the tests are conducted with hundreds or even thousands of subjects, but there were only two of us, and I was Luke’s sister.

I realized where he was going with this, and I didn’t like it. Masturbating with my brother, having him cum in my hands, or even in my mouth as I had done a few times, having him stick fingers into my ass and butt, well, that was one thing. But fucking Luke, no way!

Hormones or horniness won out, and that very afternoon found me and my brother Luke fucking. I started out so hesitant, but having a penis in my pussy for the first time, any penis, even if it was Luke’s, was to die for! And die, I practically did. He ejaculated into his rubber almost as soon as he got into me. He tried to stay inflated so I could have my orgasm, but the poor guy shrank and fell out almost right away. Andi came to the rescue and frigged my G-spot to one of the most amazing orgasms in my life.

So now we had the ‘before’ data. According to Luke, we are both delicious. My vaginal canal is evidently a little smaller and tighter than Andi’s. That makes sense, I’m a small, skinny thing compared to her. Oh, she’s not fat in the slightest, but she is taller and more rounded.

I should mention that just to be as accurate as possible, we collected many more samplings of both him and Andi, and him and me before we got to the fisting part of the experiment.

We held off on that for a couple of weeks. I think both Andi and I were rather scared. Plus, we were enjoying all this fucking business so much that we were in no hurry.

Finally, the day arrived. Andi was to go first, since her vag is bigger than mine. I had the smallest hand, so I was the one to penetrate her. We got lots of slippery coconut oil – which smells so nice, and I went to work. First I got her all excited with one finger. It’s kind of interesting how pussy juice mixes with coconut oil. Well, it doesn’t quite mix, but they make a nice combination.

Then, I put in two fingers, which of course she was loving. Then I went to three. Still good. When I added my pinky, it became too much for her. She was wincing with minor pain, but she wanted me to continue. Luke and I were against continuing. We discussed it, and decided the stretching must be a multi-day or maybe even multi-month process.

Now it was my turn. Under Luke’s careful observation, she coconut oiled me up, then did one finger, then two. It was feeling so fine that I involuntarily orgasmed right away. I was still totally happy with the situation so she went on to three fingers. Then four. I was feeling fine. No pain at all. Just a full, stretchy feeling. Andi tried adding her thumb. That’s when it became too much.

Luke was feeling left out, so we decided there was something we could do for him. I had him get on all fours just like we had been, and while his erection dangled below him, I introduced an oiled finger into his ass. He seemed to really like that. Then I went to two fingers. I found that if I put my fingers as far as they could go, and rubbed the area facing downward, he especially liked that. He said it made him feel like he was going to pee, but much better. I wasn’t clear about it at the time, but evidently, I was massaging his prostate. That caused some semen to escape his penis even though he wasn’t orgasming. He orgasmed a moment later as Andi reached under him and pulled on his penis just a few times.

But that was the most he could take. He said it started to feel kind of scratchy in there. Perhaps it was because he had just orgasmed. Andi and I found out early that after he cums, he’s done. Absolutely done, and can’t take any more of anything sexual until the next day.

We continued our exercises, our science experiment. A year later, we found that all of our asses could stretch more easily than our vaginas. Every one of us had experienced anal fisting by the other two. I could easily take Andi’s and Luke’s whole hand into my vagina. Andi could only take our fists fully some times. At other times, she had to ask us to quit.

Fast forward ten years, and we have our results:

Luke absolutely assures us that our vaginas have not stretched as far as he can tell. We are still as fuckable as ever.

All three of us have become married. Luke’s wife, and Andi’s husband and my husband know all about our little science experiments, and have participated in various ways. I don’t think we would have married them had they not been approving.

Andi has two kids, and I have three. We both experienced a little pain on squeezing out our children, but it was bearable. We believe that without our science experiments, childbirth would have been much less tolerable.

I just hope our kids can grow up with the same opportunities that Luke, Andi and I have had.

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Boy’s Embarrassing Tape Incident

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

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

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

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

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

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

was available back then.

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As A Mother, How Do You Feel About Nudist Household Erections?

I found this topic on Quora.com:

As a mother in an open nudity household, do you get bothered if your son, boyfriend, or husband walk around with an erection? Who else in your family has experienced this?


Kate

Raised in nude-friendly household

The only way to avoid this situation in an “open nudity household” is to have a household composed entirely of females. If you have males in the household they will, at least on occasion, have erections. If this actually bothers you or causes you alarm then maybe you should establish a different type of family environment. Establishing an open nudity family while attempting to suppress natural behavior and response on the part of the males is hardly reasonable or even fair. Boys and men get erections. Lo and behold.


Michelle

Works at Farming (2016–present)

Growing up seen my dad erect lots walking from bedroom to bathroom. Do have a young teen son here and have seen him with erections. He doesn’t flaunt it openly but it does happen to boys and yes it does to older men as well. It is normal and healthy and it not about sex, it just happens lots. I will usually tell him to go and take care of it or he will go to the bathroom and come back out after he has taken care of his erection. My girls do tease him about it, but it is healthy teasing and nothing sexual.


Loretta

Seems like all of these questions about erections have essentially the same answer.

Boners are normal and natural. My son has them more often than my husband, who has them more often than my father and his father.

What’s interesting is that if one of them has a boner, the other’s almost also pop one as well. And what a wonderful display of masculinity it is when that happens.

I may be wrong, but it seem like it’s only toxic feminists who have a problem with anything male, manly, or masculine.


Office Manager (2008–present)

As a single mother with two sons I am not bothered if they get erections and more often than not I don’t even notice and honestly rarely happen.

I grew up in a nudist home and my dad and brother got erections from time to time but it never bothered me and I never took any notice it’s just a natural function of the male body.


Alexandra

Single mother of a pre-teen boy

Why would I? It is a natural action a boy’s body does and for the most part they have no control over it so no I would not be bothered and I never bothered when I said my son or my friend’s son have erections.


Cindy

Nudist family, always nude at home

No, they happen. How I react and what, if anything I do about it depends who is erect. Husband or friend I make use of it, son or son in law I expect their spouse to make use of it. To preempt the next question, no, privacy is not expected.


Joe Lee

Long term nudist, married to a lifelong nudist

I’m a married man and my wife and I have 3 kids, 2 daughters and 1 son. My wife grew up in a nudist home. Her parents and both her siblings are nudist to this day. And our family is nudist too.

So in a nudist home a male getting an erection is not unheard of, in fact it does happen with some regularity. Our son gets them quite often. My wife and her mom have said her brother would get them often also. It also happens to me and her dad.

If a male gets an erection, especially one in the morning it is just a natural body reaction. It is treated by everyone as normal. The hard penis might get some looks. And maybe some comments.

Over the years we have many nudist parents and we can’t remember one that was any different really.


Ryan Lye

Enthusiast cunnilinguist joyful lover of gorgeous sexy women

I used to go on sleepovers with school friends all through High School and we would hang out nude all the time even when people visited. The Priest & nuns didn’t really approve, but we love to taunt them. They couldn’t do anything about it, even when his sisters rubbed my penis.

His sisters & mothers completely didn’t mind. I think they really enjoyed oogling my lithe athletic bod and I never hid my frequent erections. Indeed his Mom even massaged my penis a few times, and once stimulated me to ejaculation, much to the mirth of his sisters. His sisters of course were even more enthusiastic and on various occasions I secreted into their beds where they sucked my penis to completion. It is so very satisfying coming inside a girls mouth, especially at that tender age, knowing the other sisters were watching and also lusting after my aroused body. They of course all nudged up and felt me up, they like to squeeze my balls gently or penetrate my anus. The Mom knew of course but did not interfere. One time I was sleeping with her in her marital bed (husband was often off interstate) she said she was hoping i would introduce her girls into adult sensuality, in effect giving her imprimatur to deflower her 3 daughters. Which I did .. though my friend wasn’t too happy about it, especially when the whole school found out I was having sex with all the girls.


Susan

I grew up in a home where clothes were often not worn in warm weather. I can remember my father and my older brother having erections. When I was old enough, my mother explained how that happened and what it meant. I kinda liked it. ‘Specially my brother. I teased him a lot. I learned that I could cause him to get an erection by flirting and letting him see me naked. I loved to watch it grow. Later, he taught me how boys masturbated. Fascinating memories!


Dawn

wife and mother and naturist2y

Now as a mother of three kids two boys and a daughter, they all lived as a naturist family so seeing them walk round naked was not new to me and it was the same for my daughter Now as for my hubby and the boys we would often see them walking a round with a erection and often first thing you could see all of them with erections off to the toilet, Now as young boys play out in the garden and round the house i would see them most days with erections and no one took any notice of it now my daughter did ask me why so i did tell her that its some thing that happens to guys and its not all for sex she also ask why her dads was a lot bigger then her brothers and i also told her as you grow so does the rest of you and her brothers will get bigger and they will stop getting as many erections But with her being a little cow she did find out that if she teased the boys she could get them to become hard but she only did it around the family As if she had friends round and they were naked in the garden she would not do it and if the boys did get a erection they would go in till it went down Now they have all left home but she still loves to tease them and she did this till they left home but i did much harder for her to tease them but still first thing you could see them with erections and their dad as well.


Anonymous

How does that work–being a mother in an open nudity household, if you are bothered by your son or husband walking around with an erection? That doesn’t sound like a tenable situation, because erections are perfectly normal and natural, and especially with adolescent boys, they can seem to be practically non-stop.

They aren’t vulgar or inappropriate with them, but my husband has erections quite regularly around the house, and my sons are both in their teens and have them all the time. Me and my daughters see them and none of us have ever had a problem that I’m aware of. You get pretty used to it and if you know anything about how erections work, they can, and often do, happen solely on reflex and they can be caused even by nervousness or anxiety, so I see no reason why it should be a problem for an educated woman. Plus, you know… they’re really pretty gorgeous to look at at times.


Anonymous

Not in the least am I bothered. I don’t gawk or make an issue of it, neither do I feel as if there’s some awful breach of etiquette or what have you. They’re a perfectly normal, healthy occurrence that many times don’t even have a conscious element. Especially in the case of my two teenage boys, I sorta feel like they have enough to contend with in this area without their mom getting all uppity or something about it. The last thing I’d ever want is to be a cause for my boys to feel ashamed of themselves and their bodies in any way.

So long as they’re not doing something else along with those erections that draws undue attention to them or is otherwise inappropriate, they don’t have to hide or be embarrassed to get erections around me.


Vidal

Open minded.

Growing up in nude family, my mother encouraged us to always be erect. She said it looks better on guys and to build confidence because we were always nude. It took me awhile when we had guests over. Even to this day, I feel more comfortable erect than soft. I still walk around my family fully erect and the new boys/men walk around too. My young cousins and other female family members all prefer the guys to walk around erect. Just the other day, a family member came over and she wanted to walk the nature path after dark, naked. We left my home nude and the entire time I was erect.


Jonathan

I didn’t grow up in a an open nudity house but did grow up in a house where we were taught as children that nudity and being naked was nothing to be ashamed of, and as a result I often saw my parents and siblings both brothers and sisters naked when we were growing up, If we were naked together at any point, sometimes my brothers & I did get an erections when seeing either our sisters or mother naked, if they saw it they would just smile at us, I think they were pleased that seeing their bodies had that affect on us.


Tom

Naturist male1y

What about sitting with an erection?

What about standing with an erection?

What about running with an erection?

Why is it always “walking around with an erection”?

An obvious troll question.

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Mom

When I was sixteen, my mother had finally had enough. She threw my drunken, non-working father out. Oh, he thought he was so cute with his English accent, and tall, skinny good looks, but she had always been the one earning the money. She’s the one that developed that sewing app, so we had plenty of money.

My mother is fun-loving, but direct, and perhaps a bit eccentric. She was always easy to talk with, although sometimes what she said could be shocking.

Like, a year after Dad left, she told me, “I just kept him around for the sex.”

When I turned eighteen, my mother went kind of crazy. I mean nutty even by her standards. What am I talking about?

She suggested we masturbate together. I was embarrassed by the request. Oh, sure I jerked off all the time, but always in the privacy of my room. She never caught me or anything like that. I don’t think she’d seen me naked since I learned to take my own baths around age five.

Recovering from the shock of that request, I teased her a bit. “Oh, you just want to do that because you’re not having sex with Dad anymore.”

“True, and I haven’t been dating. I hate to say it, but none of the guys I’ve come across even measure up to your father’s low standards.”

“That’s pretty bad,” I answered laughingly.

In a way, I was kind of surprised. My mom gave birth to me when she was only 17 years old. She’s skinny and very pretty. She could be mistaken for my sister. Really. It’s happened. I’ve seen guys flirt with her. But she’s just not interested. I think her experience with Dad kind of turned her off to men. She probably thinks of all men as useless worms, only good for putting penises into women, and she deserves something more.

Like a bulldog with a rubber bone, she wouldn’t let go of the idea of masturbating together with her son. She brought it up several times over the next couple of weeks. Finally, in a surprisingly horny mood after hanging out innocently and frustratingly with a girl from college, I relented.

We got off to a hesitant start. I expected her to have a plan. To take the lead. Finally, it was decided that we’d play strip poker. We rummaged around the house for a deck of cards, and came up empty. So, we decided to flip a coin. Heads, I would take something off. Tails, she had to remove an item.

We were neck and neck as our shoes and socks came off. Then I lost my shirt. She complimented me on my skinny but strong chest and abs. Then she lost her shirt, but she had a bra on, so I didn’t get to see much. Oddly, I was looking forward to seeing my own mother’s tits. Weird, eh?

Now here’s where I got kind of embarrassed. Actually, really embarrassed. You see, in rapid succession, I lost my shorts, then my underpants. I was feeling all sorts of emotions. I did want to see my own mother naked. It was more of a curiosity than a horny thing – I think. But, I didn’t want her to see me. I mean, I was already half-erect. How could I possibly let her see me with an erection? That would be like admitting I find her attractive, and that I was enjoying her little game and looking forward to what was to cum, er… come. Well, it was just too weird, right?

I mean, how fucking bizarre! Playing strip poker with my mother? While the whole process took only a minute to think over, I kept turning it around in my little pea-brain. It was her idea after all. This is what she wanted. That was enough to sway me to hook my thumbs in my underpants and pull them down and off. I was more erect than I had realized. My penis was sticking straight up. Oh, it’s nothing special. Not eight inches or anything like that. But a good solid six inches I guess.

So there I was totally naked, and what did my mother do? She immediately stepped out of the remaining bra and panties she had on. There was my own mother, actually quite good-looking. She’s not nearly as tall as me, skinny but not too thin, with good firm tits, and a trimmed hairy patch in her crotch region. I found her attractive but not like fuckable or anything.

Then, she turned around, and I saw her firm butt. I mean, that woman’s butt, my own mother’s butt, was as firm as any 18-year-old girl. Firmer than most, actually.

That sent me. I mean, it totally fucking sent me. I loved seeing my mother’s ass, and my penis became harder. So much so that the glans was glistening like a mirror, something that seldom happens with me. My embarrassment evaporated immediately. Suddenly, I was proud for her to see me with my rock-hard erection. I couldn’t help but touch my penis a little bit. I wasn’t wanking, but it was like a reflexive grab and hold, maybe even with a little, slow, short stroking up and down. Right there with Mom watching!

Meanwhile, my crazy mother started holding and shaking her tits. She walked right up to me, and pressed those magnificent breasts right into my face, rubbing them on my cheeks.

I ejaculated. I didn’t mean to. It just happened. She noticed. She expressed momentary disappointment, then started laughing. It was contagious, and I started laughing also.

Now, I’m a good son. I couldn’t leave her standing there unorgasmed. After I calmed down a bit, I gestured for her to lay down on the sofa. I kind of hesitantly reached in and touched the hair over her vagina very gently.

She went “Oooh,” in a very appreciative way, letting me know there was no doubt I was on the right track.

I’m not super-experienced with women. In fact, I’ve only been to bed with two women. Girls, actually, that I knew from school. In both cases, it happened only once. With both girls, we did it in near total darkness. We were nervous, and ended up being about as straight-laced as one could get. In other words, we hugged and kissed for a while. Then I put on a condom, and pressed awkwardly into their vaginas.

The first girl was wet in that region already, so it was easy to get into her. I came right away. She guided me to licking her clit, which gave her an orgasm.

With the second girl, she wasn’t self-lubricating. I tried and tried to get it in her. We were both incredibly inept, until she suggested that we use some oil or something. We found some hand cream in her bathroom, and with that, I was finally able to slide in. I might have lasted 30 seconds at most. It was just enough time to discover how glorious it feels to be kissing and hugging all up tight with a woman and have my penis buried deep in her vagina. Heaven, really! Bang, I came. Big surprise, eh? I was all set to lick her clit also, but somehow she didn’t want anything more. We dressed, and she went home shortly thereafter. With both girls, I initially thought we’d get closer. I wanted to really get to know them, to go on dates, to hug and kiss, but in both cases, it was one time sex only.

So, there I was kind of sorting my fingers through my mother’s crotch hair. I guess I was looking for her clit. She gently grabbed my head and placed it where I could find her clit with my tongue instead. After fighting my way through the curly hairs for a minute, I dialed in on my objective. I tasted her girl cum. Or should I say mother cum? You know, the liquid that girls get. It was nice, not yukky like you might think it would be with one’s own mother. I was in wonder that I came out of that very slot right below her clit. This was the first woman I was with who had had a baby. I thought the slot would have been enlarged, but no, it was just regular. I couldn’t resist, I pressed my tongue as deep into the slot from which I came as I could, and she came. I mean, as I was probing into her tunnel, she started shaking, and kind of moaning, and I knew she was being hit with a big orgasm.

It took her a long while to calm down while I held Mom in my arms. The next thing I noticed is that daylight was streaming in through the curtains. I was spooned up behind my mother. As I was awakening, I felt a mix of emotions. I was calm, joyous, and happy, but also a little freaked out.

After coffee that morning she and I talked about what had happened. First, she apologized, practically in tears. She was concerned that she had psychologically damaged me. I reminded her that I was 18 years old, had fucked twice in my life so far, and could come to my own conclusions. That seemed to calm her. I told her I did enjoy the experience very much, but it did weird me out.

At the end of the conversation we decided that we might do it again, and that we’ll never go any further. As much as she’d like to have me fuck her, she has decided that’s just too weird. I agree, and don’t feel a need to do that.

Update: We have played again, but it’s different than with my new girlfriend. With Cindy, it’s full-on fucking, loving, and a very nice thing. With Mom, we’ve kind of resolved to simply masturbate in each other’s presence. She’ll finger herself to a nice orgasm, and I’ll totally wank in front of her. We’ve done it while watching erotic movies on TV, and once on my 19th birthday, and one other time on her 36th birthday. One time, I was naked and wanking while sitting on a kitchen chair while my mother was making a pie crust from scratch. We talked, I wanked, and before long I was squirting cum into my hand. She had a twinkle in her eye as she watched me do that.

All in all, I know my relationship with Mom is unusual. Cindy knows about it and is fine with it. However, lately, Cindy has been hinting that she’d like some sort of masturbatory three-way with us. Mom and I are closer than ever. We aren’t hurting anyone, even ourselves. We know the limits. We’re also realistic. We realize that what we’ve been doing is good clean fun, but nothing more. I believe my mother would like to do something with Cindy, so I’m really looking forward to the three of us getting together.

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Janet’s Shocking Surprise

Janet's Big Surprise

My friend Zachary’s hobby is macro-photography. He takes amazing close-ups. I was looking at some a few months back and asking what they were. “Housefly wing.” “This is what Scotch tape looks like under a microscope.” One seemed to be some sort of black fibres covering a slightly rounded surface against a blue background. I asked what it was.

“That’s Janet’s pubic hair.”

Woah! My heard skipped a bunch of beats, and took me a moment before I could reply. I had seen his sister Janet around. Like Zac, she was very black – Sidney Poitier, Oprah Winfrey-black. She was short, perhaps 5′ 3,” slim, had short curly hair, and had a very engaging smile. Her breasts were quite small, only adding to her somewhat boyish attractiveness.

I’d say she is pretty much the opposite of me. I’m too tall at 6′ 4,” unathletically skinny, and with my light skin and blond hair, which I hate, I feel I am kind of weak-looking. Oh, I suppose if I think logically, I realize there are guys worse-looking than me, but still, I feel awkward. Maybe that’s why she is so attractive to me.

She is totally different. Not only in appearance, but in her activities. She is in her first year of medical school, and loves to play tennis. All I do is write computer software for my own little struggling company.

That evening I masturbated heartily, thinking that she and her brother must have had a wonderful time when he took that picture, and wondering exactly what they might have done. Did they pose for each other? Did he touch her vagina? Did he see her anus? Did they masturbate together, or maybe even masturbate each other? Do they do it often?

As my friendship with Zac grew, my mind would often wander back to that photograph, and being shy as I am, I never asked, and never struck up a conversation with Janet.

One day, she approached me. It seems she has been playing tennis with a partner at six in the morning, but this semester, he has an early class. She heard that I played a bit of tennis, and wanted to know if I’d fill in. Well, tennis is the only sport I have played, and I don’t do it all that well, so I told her I’d be a poor choice, but willing to try.

The next morning, there we were on the court. I found I could return her serves, but in any sort of rally, she instantly had me running all over the court. She seems to have an eye for where I’m not, and can always put the ball there. Well, to cut to the chase, we met on the tennis court every day, and started becoming more comfortable with each other. She started inviting me to her little studio apartment after tennis for a cup of coffee.

I was totally smitten, but too shy to do anything. At first. In time, things changed. We started kissing and petting. I have to say, that with most women, I have never enjoyed French kissing, but with Janet, something is just right. She tastes exactly right, smells lovely – I mean, there’s some real chemistry.

I started trying to push things farther. I’d feel up her tiny little breasts, which were really more like just nipples, and she didn’t object. I would work my hand under her bra (there was a lot of room) I could feel her nipples get hard in my fingertips. But when I tried to put my hand in her pants, she stopped me. Every time.

This went on for a month or so, and we kept on kissing and petting, but went no further. It was driving me crazy, and I didn’t understand. She seemed to enjoy my company as much as I enjoyed hers. But, we couldn’t get beyond second base. What was up with that?

Another month, and I finally lost it. I got mad at her one morning. I started saying, much too loudly, “Hey! Why are you always stopping? Don’t you like me? What’s up?”

That’s when Janet broke down in tears. “I’ve got a big secret, and I’m afraid if you find out, you’ll go away forever.”

I told her there’s nothing that could drive me away other than another boyfriend, but that was not it. I didn’t know what ‘it’ was, because that’s all she would tell me between her sobs that day, and I didn’t press it. Oh, but I wondered what it could be. Was she a lesbian? Was she asexual? Had she been sexually assaulted as a child, and therefore sexually messed up? Was she having sex with her brother?

Later I found out it wasn’t her brother, at least. Well, they have masturbated together and masturbated each other on numerous occasions, but that wasn’t the big secret.

Yet another month passed, and I got frustrated again. I threatened to leave and never look back. More tears. Then, she surprised the heck out of me.

“OK, here’s my secret!” And with that, in one quick motion, she pulled down her pants and panties.

I saw her totally attractive naked self for the first time, and couldn’t imagine what she was trying to tell me. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Then I looked closer. Weird! Her clit was sticking out of her labia, but pretty much hidden under the hair. It was like an inch long and as big around as my thumb!

Suddenly, it dawned on me. Janet was intersexed. A hermaphrodite!

Janet's amazing big clit

We talked and talked. She has been afraid to reveal this to anyone since before she could remember. The only ones who know are her parents, her doctor, and her brother.

I told her that not only was her situation NOT a deal-breaker, it made her even more endearing to me! I loved seeing that big clit. It took me an hour to convince her. At one point, one of the things I did – not very romantic, I’ll admit, is that I pulled down my own pants and showed her my extremely hard erection, letting her know that she caused that.

Crude though that gesture was, it seemed to help her understand that she was no monster. She was totally, extremely attractive to me.

Fast forward another month to now: We are planning to get married. We have had all the usual sex, of which she is totally capable, but we particularly love masturbating each other. When I stroke her huge clit, it grows to about 1.5 inches long. It has a glans or head, much like a little penis, although it doesn’t have the loose skin that can be moved up and down like a real penis. If you could see it in cross section, it is not totally round. The bottom is like a piece of piece of pie missing. Whereas the bottom side of my penis is a third, softer section, her dorsal third missing, so it’s more like a slot. Of course she doesn’t ejaculate from it, but she does get very, very wet when she orgasms.

I particularly enjoy pushing my left index finger all the way into her asshole while I fondle her clit with the fingertips of my right hand. I can do it for hours, and she’ll have two, three, and sometimes even four orgasms. Then, she’ll turn around and stroke me lovingly, taking me to the brink of orgasm several times before finally hauling me over the edge.

Yes, we’re going to be married. I can’t wait to see if any of our children inherit the trait.

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High School Masturbation Class

high school masturbation class

High School Masturbation Class – As told to Spurtz by Kenny

I guess it’s pretty rare to see a story from a high school kid. My name is Kenny and I just graduated from middle school and I am now in grade 9 of high school which means I am 15 years old.

I was really looking forward to getting into high school, mainly for one important reason. But let me first give you a bit of background and you will understand my anticipation. The state I live in is very liberal and extremely progressive. In recent years, the influence the church used to have has basically gone away and the lawmakers have become way more liberal in their thinking with respect to how much sex education should be taught in schools.

It’s obvious to anyone with half a brain that masturbation is far and away the safest form of sex. The legislature has been won over to the fact that if teens relied more on masturbation for sexual relief, that there would be far less unwanted pregnancies. Studies also had shown that teens, mostly boys, suffered a huge amount of sexual frustration while in school. This led to inattentiveness in class and had been proven to be the basis for a lot of acting out and disruptive behavior.

The result of this was that now the high schools had a mandatory class devoted 100% to masturbation. Of course most boys already were pretty much experts at jerking off but many girls really had not learned the tricks of enough clit stimulation to create orgasm. So the classes not only provided extensive instructions and training on masturbating for both boys and girls, the schools now had facilities where relief could be achieved during school hours.

In their infinite wisdom, the lawmakers felt that frequent release during the day would be extremely beneficial. It was well known that many teen boys spent their entire time in class with erections and no way to relieve the sexual tension. In my own case, I have a foot fetish and sitting in class looking down at a female’s sandaled feet and painted toes gave me an instant hard-on. My buddy Ed tells me he almost cums in his pants just looking at Jennifer’s tits across the aisle. Similar stories can be told from all my friends. Under those circumstances how are we expected to pay attention in class when all we can think about is hard cocks and cumming?

Now between classes any of us can go to what the school calls the “Relief Room” and get rid of all that sexual tension and semen build-up. The room has a long metal trough along one wall where about six or seven guys can stand and jerk off into it. Kind of like the old piss troughs from days gone by. The problem is there are so many boys in the room that lines form behind each guy at the trough. Most of them already have their hard dicks out and are pumping away so that by the time they get to the head of the line, they can spurt out their jism without holding things up. It’s quite a sight to see all my classmates with their erect cocks in action and gallons of cum splattered into the trough. A steady stream of water flows through the trough to take away all that jism. On the wall are a series of tissue dispensers for wiping any excess semen off your hands or cock. Just inside the door is a pump dispenser of lubricant for the kids who prefer a lubed up dick when jacking off.

There is a relief room for the girls as well but it’s just a series of benches where the girls can sit and rub their clits until they cum. Plenty of tissues available there for those whose pussies get very wet. This room is nowhere near as popular as the boy’s relief room. But as more girls discover the joys of masturbation, it is slowly becoming more crowded.

But the most fun is the actual masturbation class itself. Surprisingly these are coed. Not only are very explicit lectures and videos provided, there is also quite a bit of actual hands-on activity. The boys who wish to do so are allowed to take out their hard cocks and jerk off right in class, usually onto the tile floor but they are then required to clean up afterward. The girls can also rub themselves off during class.

This class is only held one day a week but lasts for two hours. Most of the students don’t wear any underwear on the day of the class and all the girls wear skirts for easy access. No shorts or slacks. It’s easy for the girls to be more discreet than for the boys as they can just put a hand under their skirt and rub off to their heart’s content. The boys can’t hide their throbbing pricks so their stroking and ejaculations are on display for everyone to enjoy. A few of the boys refrain from publicly jacking off. Possibly embarrassed with a small dick or a weak ejaculation. Some of the guys have already been in the Relief Room a couple of times prior to class that day and their resulting cum-shot in class is weak and watery. I always hold off ejaculating for as long as possible prior to the weekly class. I want to have the most powerful and voluminous splatter of semen that I can provide. Several of the girls have complimented me on it.

I really get off on taking my hard cock out right in class and jerking off with everybody watching. I was quite shy the first couple of week but after I watched other guys having so much fun I just had to join in. Bob and I did something really weird but fun. We were both jacking off in class. The instructor was otherwise involved and Bob leaned over and rubbed the head of his dick against mine. Omigod! I almost shot my load. Jennifer was sitting next to us and I swear her eyes damn near bugged out of her head. I winked at her and shot a load of semen all over Bob’s dick.

I’ve never understood why the school allows us to jerk off in a coed class. That seems way too liberal to me. Not that I am complaining. I love to shoot my load for my fellow classmates. The story going around is that actual masturbation in a coed class can curb any advanced sexual activity such as real intercourse, or fucking as we call it. I can only speak from my own experience but to be honest, all the public jacking off I do at school certainly does lessen my desire for any other sex. So I guess the school know what they are doing.

I figure in a few years they will be teaching and allowing blow jobs but I will be out of school by then and getting my dick sucked by a regular girl-friend. And I will be lapping her pussy every chance I get.

The school does draw the line at any contact between the sexes without supervision. Hand-jobs between the girls and boys do occur extremely frequently, just not at school. Although rare, during the actual class sometimes some of the girls like to get their hands on a hard cock but only for a few seconds. The instructor usually keeps an eagle eye out looking for any illicit contact but can’t see everywhere all the time. I got real lucky one time when a really cute blonde named Chloe grabbed my dick just as I started shooting. What saved my ass from being caught was two guys in the front of the class both started spurting their loads at the same time. Mrs. Floyd, our instructor, was so fascinated with two streams of semen landing at her feet, that she didn’t even see me cum as Chloe jacked my cock.

However, there was one segment of the class where mutual touching was permitted. One thing that Mrs. Floyd liked to do that was probably not 100% approved by the school, was to provide some hands-on instructions. Part of the class curriculum was to give the girls pointers on how best to jack off their partner. To demonstrate to the girls certain masturbation techniques, she would usually pick out a guy with one of the larger pricks in the class. She would have him stand in front of a group of girls, and if he wasn’t already hard, she would stroke that big cock until it was throbbing in anticipation. Then she would demonstrate various different ways that a girl could stimulate a cock. And after each technique, the girls were permitted to practice what Mrs. Floyd had shown. Because there were several girls involved, Mrs. Floyd would invite additional boys to step forward and be used as test subjects. A boy could not step forward unless selected by Mrs. Floyd, otherwise a stampede would occur by boys eager to have a girl’s hand on their dick.

Mrs. Floyd had no objection to the girls jacking off the boys to completion during these exercises. In fact she encouraged ejaculation. She felt it was important for each girl to learn how to bring a guy to orgasm. If a guy was slow getting his nuts off, she even would urge him on by asking him to cum or telling the girl to stroke faster and tighter. Once Sandy could not get Billy to cum and Mrs. Floyd, in her exasperation to keep things moving, pushed Sandy’s hand out of the way and expertly brought Billy off. We all clapped and cheered as stream after stream of semen spurted out of Billy’s cock.

Mrs. Floyd was very fair and tried to get every boy in class involved and by the end of the two hours just about every guy in class had emptied his balls. Alternatively, Mrs. Floyd also gave very detailed instruction on how to stimulate a girl’s clit and vagina expertly enough to bring her to orgasm. Again her instructions gave each girl in class, who was willing, the opportunity for various boys to practice what they had learned. And by the end of the class, just about every girl had orgasmed. None of the boys wanted to wash their hands. They wanted to continue to sniff that hard-on inducing aroma on their fingers as long as possible. On the bus ride home you could always tell which guys had been in the masturbation class that day. They always had their fingers right under their nose.

Getting to play with a girl’s vagina and clit was a real revelation for me, having never seen, much less touched, a real pussy before. I always prided myself in being able to get the girl’s pussies nice and wet, usually quicker than any of the other guys. One time I was so into playing with Jennifer’s sopping wet cunt that I had an involuntary ejaculation. Before I even realized what was happening, I had a load of semen shooting down my leg. Everybody in the class was amazed that such a thing could even happen. That brought confessions from a few girls that being in a room full of hard cocks, many of them spurting semen, had brought on involuntary orgasms;

Once I started taking the classes, I assumed the mutual contact stuff would be a one-time thing. But it was repeated several times throughout the year. Mrs. Floyd said that she hoped that by the end of the school year each boy would have been jacked off by each of the different girls. And each girl would have her clit rubbed by each of the different boys.

Although I doubt this was part of the school’s approved curriculum, near the end of the school year Mrs. Floyd had us team up in groups of one guy and two girls. Both girls would take turns jacking the boy’s cock. Because the class was divided fairly equally between boys and girls, in order for every guy to get jacked off, half of the girls got to do two different guys. I got really lucky. Not only were the two girls that teamed with me extremely cute with great teen bodies, they were also two of the more sexually adventurous girls in the class. As a result they worked my dick like I couldn’t believe. And not just my dick but my balls as well. And to my complete surprise lubed-up fingers from both girls found their way into my asshole. They were rewarded with one of the best cum-shots of my young life. Fountains of the stuff shot up and covered both girls faces and hands to their gleeful enjoyment. Mrs. Floyd helped out in cleanup because there was so much cum.

Sadly the class was only taught in the first year of senior high. I guess the school felt that once you completed the course there was no need to repeat it. I would have liked to do it two more years just to get more opportunities for teen girls to handle my junk and me to finger their clits. But the sad truth was I wouldn’t really learn anything new which was the goal of the school. Not to provide my cock with more stimulation.

As a junior and senior at the school we could still use the relief room which had to be enlarged because every guy in the school wanted to use it at least two or three times a day. I knew a few guys who were in there between nearly every class jacking their cocks and spurting their cum. Those guys were likely getting off four or five times a day. But not every day. Twice a day was a comfortable level for me. Truth be told, jacking off in front of a trough with a bunch of other guys watching got a bit old after being exposed to having a sweet teen girl do it for me.

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