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Perfect Invention for Lesbians

I thought I came up with the perfect invention for lesbians and women with adventurous boyfriends, until my friend Spurtz told me it already exists.

The versions you can buy right now, one of which is shown above, are like strapless strap-ons. With the business end, you can penetrate your girlfriend’s pussy, or her anus, or your boyfriend’s anus, just like a strap on. But here’s where it gets interesting: You wear the other half inside your vagina, so while you’re thrusting, you get pretty much the same internal sensations a man would get. Not only that, but it appears to have a clit stimulator also.

Actually, I’m not clear whether the end you wear goes in your pussy or your anus. I would think pussy would be better and more realistic. Well, if this one isn’t right, there are several competing models on Amazon.

The version I invented was slightly different. I thought it might have inflatable components, so once inserted in yourself, you could pump it up for a super-snug fit. The other end could be separately inflated to maximize what your friend can accommodate.

The ones you can buy don’t do that, but I guess that’s not necessary. However, something I never thought of is what they do instead: They have integrated vibrators.

I believe some versions even have two separate vibrators, probably Bluetooth controlled, so you can feel one vibration intensity and pattern inside you, while your partner can experience a whole different sensation. If this version doesn’t do that, I’m guessing there are others on Amazon that do.

Have fun!



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A Foursome at the Photo Shoot

My third wife is a real looker. Early 40’s but could easily pass for 30. She was probably looking as good as she ever has or ever will. Because she felt the same way, she contacted a professional photographer about shooting some nudes so she would have something to look back on when she got old and wrinkled. She wanted the photo shoot for free, assuming any photographer wouldn’t mind spending a few hours with a naked beauty.

It turns out that many women seek out this type of photo work for the same reasons that Alicia did. She called on the photographer in person so he got a good idea what he would be seeing once she got her clothes off.

She invited me to go with her because I guess she was concerned about being alone and naked with some strange guy. I had no problem with it. Turns out she had nothing to worry about because the photog had a young female assistant working with him. The photo shoot was scheduled for a weekend at his studio so they wouldn’t be interrupted by customers.

Once at the studio I was quite surprised to see that the assistant was early 20’s and a real knockout in her own right. The photographer, Stu, was about 35 or so and very trim and fit. I’m quite a bit older than my wife in my mid-50’s.

Alicia started the shoot off wearing some sexy lingerie. Bikini panties with a see-through lacy top that didn’t do much to hide her breasts. She had already gone over in detail what she was looking for with Stu the photographer. Stu had several props in the studio but the main item was chaise lounge that Alicia posed on. After Stu took quite a few photos, Alicia took off the top and more photos were taken. Next to go were the bikini panties and she was totally naked and looking damn good. She’s Asian and has a beautiful golden glow to her skin and is extremely photogenic.

I sat on a chair at one side while Stu and Alicia did their thing. In many of the poses Stu was shooting her from the side while from my position I was looking directly at her vagina and asshole. The assistant, whose name was Jill, adjusted the lights under Stu’s direction. In moving around she also got a very good look at my wife’s charms. Jill was wearing short shorts and a skimpy halter top. Between her and my naked wife, my libido was kicking into high gear.

Alicia knows my moods and when Stu and Jill were busy doing their thing, she would slip a finger into her pussy just to tease me. Then she would part her pussy lips and give me a good look inside.
I couldn’t help myself but my prick swelled to a full erection. Stu kept coming up with new poses that got increasingly explicit. For example, he had a tall stool and he had Alicia lean over and rest both elbows on the stool with her face in her hands and her ass sticking up. Then he positioned his camera behind her and got a great series of shots of her beautiful ass with her rosebud asshole clearly showing along with her puffy vaginal lips peeking out between her thighs. I had moved into position where I could clearly see her cunt. It might have been my imagination but it looked wet to me.

Alicia is an incredibly sexual woman and by far the best sex partner I’ve ever had. That includes two previous wives and countless girlfriends. Sex was very heavy in the air in the studio and it took all of my will power to keep from unzipping my pants and taking my hard cock out. I could tell that the whole scenario had both Stu and Jill sexually aroused. I could see a good sized lump in Stu’s pants and Jill seemed to be giving off some sexual signals that weren’t there earlier.

Then I got the bright idea of suggesting that I join Alicia in the photo shoot. At first I was hesitant to bring it up. After all, it was her deal, and she might not want me horning in. But Stu had already taken just about every photo of Alicia’s naked body that was possible and I knew he was only prolonging the shoot so he could keep looking at her.

So I got brave and I proposed to Alicia first that I join her. My excuse was that we both should have some mementos of us together. She looked at Stu and asked if it was alright. He said she could do whatever she wanted but maybe he should send Jill home. Jill immediately spoke up and said she was OK with it. She had seen naked men before.

So I quickly disrobed and when I pulled my Jockey shorts down and my cock popped out and slapped back against my stomach, I could tell from the looks on both Jill and Stu’s faces that this might be a bit more than they bargained for. I think they both might have been expecting a flaccid dick to show up and weren’t quite ready for 7-inches of hard throbbing cock to be on display.

I moved over next to Alicia and her hand immediately went to my erect prick. She slowly and lovingly stroked it. My fingers found her clit and I worked it a bit. She then asked Stu if he would be ok with it if we actually performed sex with each other. She was obviously as horned up as I was. Stu again replied that we could do whatever we wanted.

Alicia then told Stu she would like to get some photos of her masturbating me. So I laid down on the chaise lounge and she kneeled between my legs and went to work on my dick. Stu instructed her to first pull the skin on my cock as far back as it would go and then hold it with her hand at the base while he clicked some photos. Then he had her slide her hand just up under the head and hold it again. Since these were still photos, she couldn’t actually jerk me off or her hand would just be a blur. I noticed that Jill had gotten up right next to the action so she didn’t miss a thing.

Then Alicia told Stu she wanted some photos of her sucking my cock. Same procedure. Take my cock to the balls down her throat and then more still shots of her tongue on the head of my prick. Stu happily clicked away and Jill kept feeding him film magazines that snapped onto the back of his Mamiya 645 Pro camera.

Alicia looked at the tent in Stu’s pants and the tense look on Jill’s face. My wife then shocked the hell out of me. She suggested that both of them would probably be a lot more comfortable if they shed their clothes. Her reasoning was that the two of us would probably be more uninhibited and more comfortable if everybody in the room was naked.

I could see doubt cloud Stu’s eyes, but Jill stripped off her clothes in an instant. Stu couldn’t be the only dressed person in the room so he began to reluctantly take off his clothes as well. When he got to the point of removing his boxers, I tossed out some encouraging words and down they came. Not surprisingly, his cock was rock hard and a very decent size. Very thick with a prominent head. I could tell that now that once he actually had his clothes off, he was comfortable being naked with an erect penis.

I checked out Jill’s body. She had a great pair of natural tits with no sag. Not too big but just perfect to my eye. Alicia had a great pair as well but being Asian they weren’t that big. But the advantage was that despite her age, they were still nice and perky.

Alicia wanted Stu to get more photos of her sucking and licking my cock and balls. So she went to town on my dick once again and every time Stu would reload his camera, she would go to town with some vigorous sucking. So much so, that I was afraid I might blow my load.

At one point she looked at Jill, who was intently watching, and asked if she would like a turn on my cock. I saw her eyes light up. Jill looked at Stu, I guess for approval, and he gave a slight nod. The next thing I knew, a fresh set of lips were sliding down my prick. Jill definitely knew how to suck dick. She squeezed my nuts and even ran the tip of her finger over my asshole.

Poor Stu. He was snapping away, trying to hold the camera with one hand while he stroked his dick with the other. Alicia came to the rescue and took his throbbing meat in hand and pumped away. She stood behind him and did a reach around, one hand on his dick and the other squeezing his nuts.

The poor guy must have been horned up way more than Alicia realized because after only a couple of minutes of stoking his cock, streams of semen jetted out all over the floor. Jill saw the cum flying out of his dick and actually gave the poor guy some shade for cumming so soon. Here comments were between sucking my dick to the balls.

Stu told her not to worry. He figured he had at least two more orgasms left in him. Jill lifted her mouth off of my cock and fell to her knees in front of Stu and took his dripping penis in her mouth. She sucked away until every drop of jism was drained from his prick.

I bent Alicia over the chaise lounge and ran my prick right into her cunt from the back. She was already so turned on that her pussy was sopping wet and all seven inches of my cock buried itself into her tight cunt. As I fucked away slowly I felt a pair of hands on my butt cheeks and then a wet tongue found its way right into my asshole. Wow, I had no idea Jill was such a hot little slut.

Then Stu came over to where I was fucking Alicia and slid his hard prick into her mouth. Jill also grabbed my nuts and rolled them around with her hand. I couldn’t take it anymore and shot a huge load of cum deep into Alicia’s womb. It felt incredible. And the more jism I pumped out, the more incredible it felt. Finally I pulled out and Jill immediately grabbed my wet cock, soaked in Alicia’s juices and my semen, and sucked me dry.

Stu pulled his prick out of my wife’s mouth and rolled her over onto her back and knelt between her legs and rammed his hard cock right into her sopping wet pussy. All thoughts of any more photos were long forgotten. Despite having orgasmed just a few minutes previously, before long Stu was screaming in ecstasy as another load of semen was pumped into Alicia’s willing pussy. Finally, exhausted, he pulled out and flopped onto his back next to my wife.

Now it was my turn for clean-up duty. I knelt next to Stu and took his wilting prick in my mouth and sucked away. His prick pulsated and I felt a small weak spurt of semen come into my mouth. I swallowed greedily and sucked away, hoping for more, but Stu was done for the moment. Jill had found a folded up moving blanket and spread it on the floor and she and Alicia were in the 69 position sucking each other’s clits and pussies like there was no tomorrow.

Stu was one orgasm ahead of me so I needed to catch up. I went over to the two writhing bodies on the moving blanket and slid my dick into Jill’s pussy, right past my wife’s tongue. After about five pumps I pulled out and slid it into Alicia’s mouth where she eagerly sucked me for a few strokes and then grabbed the shaft and inserted it back into Jill’s waiting cunt. We went back and forth until I couldn’t take it anymore and focused on fucking that young girl’s sweet tight pussy. I was so jacked up and horny that my rigid cock exploded in Jill’s cunt and I flooded her with a giant load of love juice. She cried out and said she could feel each jet hit her womb.

The four of us lay there, totally exhausted and wondering how the day had managed to turn into such a mind-blowing fuck fest. But I don’t think any of us were done yet.

(Author’s note: While this story is a fantasy, my wife did go to a nude photo shoot that I attended. Although no sex took place, I had been very tempted to join in. My wife did fuck the photographer behind my back at a different session that I did not attend.)

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G-Spot Stimulation

Try this, but understand it won’t work every time with every woman. However, if you are gentle and caring, almost all will enjoy your effort.

Once she is ready, which means after lots of foreplay which might involve kissing, massage then possibly clit licking (https://prowank.com/90-ways-to-spice-up-your-sex-life/), you may notice that her inner labia have widened. She may also have some wetness in her vaginal area. This is a generalization. Most women are slower to ‘warm up’ than men, so foreplay is a good idea. Also, everyone is somewhat different in their physiology.

You can also feel free to communicate. When the mood is right, and you let her know that you intend to stimulate her G-spot, she may be very receptive. More so than if you were to just jump right in.

So, when the time is right, introduce a well-lubed finger slowly into her vagina. Once she’s used to that, put in two fingers. Now, get in a position where you can curl your two fingers upward against the front wall of her body just above the vaginal opening. So, your fingers are in her, and curved up and forward. If you lightly stroke the area, it should feel kind of rough like lots of little ridges on her inner surface sort of like soft fish scales. Experiment with depth, position and pressure letting her know she is welcome to tell you what works for her and what does not.

In time, she may have an amazingly strong orgasm that may be better than any clitoral orgasm she’s ever had. Or maybe not. Go in with no expectations, and you may be pleasantly surprised. When a woman does have such an orgasm it is as delightful, or maybe even more delightful for you than when you have your own orgasm.

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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #4

By Spurtz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #3

By Spurtz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2

By Spurtz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I thought I might have a solution.

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

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Beach Threesome

By Spurtz

I Hit the Nude Beach with Two Lesbians.

Some back story is necessary. I met Charli after my third divorce and we were together for over 14 years despite the fact that I was much, much older. She is bi and during our time together she had frequent dalliances with other women. This never bothered me because it never interfered with our relationship.

Charli was heavy into the L.A. nightclub scene and many of the women she met up with were very famous celebrities. From what I have been able to learn, I think just about every twenty-something female celebrity is bi-sexual. Casual sex between women is much more accepted than that by men.

Charli and I had a terrific relationship. The sex was as good as it could get, plus we also had a great times together eating out, going to the movies weekly, attending various shows and events, and just having a helluva good time together.

Then she met Amanda. Another great looking gal, she was several years younger than Charli. Amanda is always perfectly put together. Hair, nails, clothes….you name it. They moved in together and that pretty much was the end of my sexual relationship with Charli. But the three of us did a lot together. Movies, eating out, and casual time at my house. Every once in a while I would get some alone time with Charli and we would relight the old fires. But that was rare.

Charli had always explained me to her friends and to Amanda, as her step-dad. Her real dad had died some time ago and her mother had moved to the east coast. So I had supposedly married the mother but after a few years we divorced. But Charli and I remained very good friends. Anyway, that was the cover story that held up to this day.

Everything came to a screeching halt when I moved to Florida. Charli and Amanda have made two cross country trips to visit me, however. On the most recent one I had made up a list of things to do and one was to visit a local nude beach. I figured no way in hell would they do that but to my great surprise and delight they wanted to do it.

Now you need to know that every minute I had ever spent around Amanda it was always as the older laid back step-dad. There had never ever been even so much as a comment about anything of a sexual nature. So the fact that I would be on the beach with her, and both of us naked as jaybirds, was going to be quite an adjustment. I knew from previous conversations with Charli that Amanda had not always been gay. She had some male relationships in the past but was now firmly locked into Charli.

I had decided ahead of time that I would steer things in a sexual direction if it was at all possible. Which shouldn’t be that hard laying there with two naked women and my cock hanging out.

I popped a Viagra before we left because I knew from experience that just the slightest influences would produce a very nice erection. And what better way to get things started than with a hard cock? I had no illusions that anything overtly sexual would take place. I was just hoping I might get the gals to fondle my prick. But I knew I was probably dreaming.

We arrived at the beach. This particular beach has a couple of miles of perfect deserted sandy beach. Nothing but sand and ocean. It was an unusually nice day so there were quite a few nude people there. So we walked way down the beach until it began to thin out. We picked a spot and spread out our blankets and erected a large umbrella to give some shade from the sun. The closest any other people were was about 60 feet away.

We were all in our bathing suits. Both the girls in skimpy bikinis and as I suspected, Amanda had a body to match her beautiful face. Charli was equally attractive but not as buxom as Amanda. It was now time to strip. Nobody seemed to want to be first so I took the initiative and shucked off my shorts. Charli paid no attention but I saw Amanda stealing a look at my dick.

Both girls stripped and the three of us sat down. I thought the two girls would sit together but they surprised me and sat on either side of me. We all broke out the sun block and started lathering it on. When I got to my cock, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to get a sunburn on it, so I took particular care to rub it in. I apologized to the girls saying I didn’t want them to think I was playing with my dick. They both laughed.

We took turns doing each other’s back and both girls rubbed it all over their tits. Charli had obviously been doing some nude sunbathing because her tits were pretty much the same color as the rest of her body while Amanda’s beauties were much whiter.

The three of us laid back and enjoyed the ocean air on our bodies. My prick had already plumped up a bit from applying the sun block. I reached down and began lightly stroking it and it quickly became fully hard. Charli noticed what I was doing and hoarsely whispered to me wanting to know what the hell did I think I was doing?

I answered back that I was doing something that felt really good and not to worry about it. This brought Amanda’s attention to my fondling and she looked at my now fully hard cock. I had brought a small bottle of KY lubricant and while the two girls watched, I drooled a few drops along the underside of my prick as it lay along my stomach. Then I proceeded to take my forefinger and run it up and down my frenulum.

Charli was quite shocked at what I was doing and said something along the lines of “Stop doing that.” I just kept sliding my finger up and down the lubed ridge of my frenulum and I don’t mind telling you that it felt fantastic.

I responded by saying, “If you were a true friend, you would be doing it for me.”

“Forget it,” was the response.

Then Amanda shocked the shit out of both of us and said, “I’ll help you out.” And leaned over and ran her finger up and down my throbbing cock. I saw the look on Charli’s face and knew she was pissed. “Amanda,” she cried out, “you can’t be playing with my dad’s dick.”

“He’s your step-dad, not your dad,” Amanda retorted. “Give him a break. He’s entitled to some fun at this stage of his life and if we can make him happy, who are we hurting?”

At that point, Charli figured she might as well go with the flow and cupped her hand over my nuts and began kneading them. Over the next few minutes the girls took turns stroking the underside of my cock, the most sensitive place on it. With all that blood rushing to it, my cockhead was a bright purple and even the shaft was a bright red. The damn thing looked like it was about to explode. It was, but in a different way.

Charli knew that I liked my asshole stimulated when my prick was being jacked and I felt her other hand making its way down to my butt. I raised my legs to give her better access and felt her lubed finger slide into my butthole. While Amanda continued to stroke my frenulum, Charli kneaded my balls and plunged her finger in and out of my asshole. It was too much. I told Amanda to press down harder and go faster. She did and then the semen erupted from the head of my prick and shot up onto my stomach. The jism just kept spurting and spurting. Stream after stream of my man juice kept exploding from my prick covering my stomach and chest with some of it making it up under my chin. Thankfully Amanda has been pressing down on my cock while stimulating it. Otherwise I probably would have had a face full of cum.

I reached over into my backpack and pulled out a wad of paper towels and began mopping up the cum. Both girls remarked about how much semen had shot from my cock. Amanda wanted to know how it felt and I told her it was probably the best orgasm of my life.

I finally got cleaned up and I could tell that what had just happened had really turned on both women. I could see it in their eyes. Amanda couldn’t take her eyes off my still erect cock and Charli was rubbing her clit with abandon. I figured at that point I had nothing to lose so I quickly related how I had fucked my second wife on a beach in the Bahamas by getting in the spoon position and entering her vagina from behind. I told them how we were able to do that on a beach with people nearby and nobody suspected. And if they were willing, I would be happy to fuck them both.

Amanda surprised me again by being the first to respond. “It’s been years since I’ve had a cock inside me and I figured it would never happen again. But I don’t mind telling you that my cunt is burning up right now and I can’t think of anything better than having your cock inside me.”

I looked at Charli and she nodded her head. But at the same time she had a doubtful look on her face. “You think you can cum two more times after that monster orgasm you just had?”

“Only one way to find out,” I replied.

I had Amanda lay on her side and I spooned her from behind. My cock was rock hard and I had smeared a bit of KY on it. I had a bit of trouble finding her slit but Amanda reached down and helped guide me in. I proceeded to slow fuck her, not going too fast for fear of other beach goers suspecting what we were doing. I knew the beach was patrolled by members of a local nudist club who had been instrumental in having it declared a legal nude beach. They went to great lengths to make sure no funny business jeopardized that legal status.

Charli got on the other side of Amanda and proceeded to suck on her titties and also fingered her clit while I slowly pumped in and out. Charli told me later she wanted to get down and lap Amanda’s clit and maybe tongue my dick and balls but was afraid that might appear suspicious to anyone who might look our way.

Despite having just had a monster cum, the fact that I was actually fucking Amanda while Charli also participated really turned me on. And way sooner than I ever expected, I was pumping stream after stream of jism into her sweet pussy.

After I was completely drained, I slipped my cock out and Amanda grabbed it and gave it a few final pumps to eke out every drop of semen.

Then it was Charli’s turn. But I needed a moment of respite. We popped some Cokes and while drinking them, Amanda said she had forgotten how good a dick could feel. Charli gave her a dirty look but then laughed and said she was looking forward to the experience as well.

Labels on sexual proclivities are mostly useless. I titled this story calling the girls lesbians but in reality they were way more bi-sexual than true lesbians. Both of them definitely liked dick.

I was still on a sexual high and ready to go again. The fact that I was about to fuck Charli was one helluva turn-on. Despite the fact that we had screwed each other thousands of times, it had been a couple of years since the last time and I was ready to go.

We positioned ourselves just like I had with Amanda and I guided my rock hard cock right into one of loveliest pussies I’d ever fucked. It was sopping wet. Amanda was now in front of Charli and I was somewhat shocked when I felt her get a good grip on my nuts. The way we were positioned my head was behind Charli’s but looking right into Amanda’s face. I really wanted to kiss her while I pumped my cock into Charli but I knew that would really annoy the hell out of Charli.

Amanda looked me right in the eyes and said, “Fuck that tight pussy real good daddy.”

After already having cum twice, this one took a little longer but that was fine with me. It could never be over too soon. Charli was a small girl, only 5’ 2” and 110 pounds and had a tight pussy to go with that size. I could feel her flexing her crotch muscles gripping my dick as I slowly stroked in and out. She had practiced that on me a lot back when we were fucking on a regular basis. It felt great.

But all good things must come to an end and all too soon I felt things starting to happen. Amanda had let go of my nuts and now had a two fingered grip on the base of my cock and was actually jacking me off while I was fucking Charli. It felt fantastic. Then I felt the semen churning in my balls and shooting up my cock. I murmured, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” as I felt several separate forceful shots exit my prick and slam into Charli’s cervix. I kept pumping into her until I knew I was finished. I pulled out. My wet dick still drooling a few stray strings of cum. I saw Charli and Amanda locked together smothering each other in wet kisses. At that point I knew I was no longer needed.

The three of us lay there totally wiped out. Or at least I was. Then Amanda surprised me once more. “When we get back to your house,” she said, “we’ll all have a proper threesome where we don’t have to worry about somebody seeing us.”

I looked at Charli’s face to see if she was on board with that idea. I really couldn’t tell for sure but I thought I did see a bit of a smirk.

But I had to laugh. Back when the two of them had settled in as a couple, I had half-seriously suggested we do a threesome with Amanda. Charli looked at me aghast and said, “That could never happen in a million years.”

Author’s Note: This story is 100% true…except all the sex on the beach is wishful thinking. The girls will be visiting me in a couple of months and a visit to the nude beach is on the list of possible things to do that I sent to them. So maybe my dreams will come true.

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The Art of Clit Sucking

You can suck a clit, but the term ‘sucking’ really means more like kissing and licking. If you’re new to this business, you may want to know a few things:

1. Most women like a slow build especially if it is their first time with you. You don’t just put your mouth on her vagina and go to town. Get naked with her slowly, kiss, hug, have a good time. Let her let you know when she’s ready for more.

2. It helps to look at pictures on Wikipedia or elsewhere (https://prowank.com/90-ways-to-spice-up-your-sex-life/) so you can understand exactly where the clit is located. It is usually hidden under the inner labia. While the pictures will let you know that the clit is at the very top of the vagina, you may still have trouble finding it if the woman is hairy. Expect to get hairs on your tongue. It may be weird if you’re not in a super-horny mindset.

3. Her clit may be small and hard to identify at first, but kissing and licking the whole area will be fine. As she becomes aroused, her inner labia will open up, and her clit may become larger, much the way a penis becomes erect, but to a lesser degree.

4. Take your time. Unlike a typical guy who could cum in the first ten seconds of a blowjob, the typical woman may need many minutes to get to the orgasmic state.

5. You may find that she likes fingering as much as or possibly even more than licking.
6. Many women like click sucking after you’ve cum in them. Don’t just be done once you’ve had your orgasm. She’d like one also. The typical woman won’t orgasm from intercourse even though she’ll enjoy that very much. She needs clitoral stimulation to finish the job. Your mouth and tongue will be just the ticket.

7. Try to read her physiology or communicate with her after she has orgasmed. Some women, like men, are done at that point and can’t stand any further touching. But other women are just beginning and can have orgasm after orgasm. If’s she’s in the latter category, just keep licking.

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Why I Became a Prostitute

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well… yeah, there.”

“Did you get wet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both girls shook their heads, ‘No.’

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

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

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

“Do what?” Amy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Watch!” Monica said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.