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Surprising Vagina

Two college cheerleaders got to talking after everyone else left the locker room. Their discussion became pretty raunchy.

First they were talking about Kyle, one of the males on the cheer team. They were having a sort of theoretical competition to see who would have sex with him first. Of course he had expressed no interest in either girl. It’s not that they weren’t good looking. They were both super-pretty, but he had other interests, which we won’t go into here.

So joking and laughing, they placed bets on who would fuck him first. Then they both more quietly admitted that they were virgins. Upon hearing that each was in the same space – unfucked – they felt kindred, like the good friends they were becoming.

Naturally, the conversation turned to masturbation. At first sheepishly, but when they both admitted to solo-sex, that further cemented their friendship.

The locker room was still empty, and the two girls were still sitting on the bench. Feeling very friendly toward each other at this point, and also surprisingly horny, they started talking about actual masturbation technique.

It’s not that they were turned on by each other – or not entirely that. It’s just they were so horny either one would have fucked a bedpost right then and there if possible.

This is when Natalie mentioned that she likes to pull her slippery inner labia over and over again with her fingertips.

That sounded weird to Kimmie, so she asked, “How do you do that?”

“I just do, what do you mean?”

“I don’t get it. I mean how can you pull on them?”

“Really? You’ve never done that?”

“No, I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Weird.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Both fell silent for a moment. Both were so horny they hoped the other couldn’t see them shaking.

In a quiet, almost squeaky voice Natalie asked, “We’ve seen each other in the showers, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well…”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like me to show you?”

“Um, actually… yes.”

“OK, in fact I’ll do it to you. I’ll pull your labia. You’ll love it! Then you’ve gotta do it to me also. OK?”

They stalled out for a minute, then Kimmie, her voice shaking almost out of control, said, “OK.”

Even though it was super scary thinking about what was happening, Kimmie went over to the locker room door and wedged it closed with a chair. They both knew no one was left anywhere in the building, but just to be sure. Without a word, she just took off everything she was wearing.

Natalie didn’t mean to do so but she audibly gasped. Then, knowing what she obviously had to do, she stripped also.

If you could have stepped into the minds of these two girls, you would discover that everything except each other’s naked bodies and what they were about to do flew out the window. No lessons, no family stuff, just sex. Girl sex. That’s all that was on their minds.

Natalie has always been a sort of forward person, so it wasn’t all that hard at this point to direct Kimmie to lay down on the old massage table in the corner, then walk up to her in preparation for pulling on her labia. She was expecting that Kimmie would be wet, like she is when she pulls her labia, and as she kind of spread Kimmie’s outer labia, she saw that she was indeed wet. But what came next was a total surprise.

“Kimmie, your lips are tiny! Now I get it, there’s not enough there to pull. No wonder you didn’t understand.”

Kimmie was kind of embarrassed, but dealt with it without freaking out. “Um, I guess so.”

Natalie then offered, standing right next to the table, “Here, let me show you something.” At that point she pulled her outer labia apart slightly and then Kimmie saw prominent, wrinkled, almost hanging inner labia.

It wasn’t until this moment that either girl understood there could be differences in vaginas.

[Your author should point out that 56% of women have visible inner labia, but 44% do not. Their inner labia are hidden or even practically non-existent as is the case with Kimmie.]

So that afternoon, Kimmie didn’t get any labia pulling, but Natalie knew she had to do something, so she started by stroking the very start of Kimmie’s vaginal canal, then her clitoris, and within moments, Kimmie was squirming, moaning and laughing in one of the strongest orgasms of her life.

After calming down, she asked her friend to take her place on the massage table, where she did, in fact, pull Natalie’s labia, to Natalie’s orgasmic delight within less than a minute. Meanwhile Kimmie was in heaven holding another girl’s inner labia like that. The words “Who knew?” silently came to her mind. Never in a million years would she have thought the afternoon would turn out so delightfully.

They hadn’t used a sheet on the massage table, so before leaving the locker room, they had to dry a wet spot with paper towels. It turns out another difference was that while both girls were quite wet, Natalie left a puddle three inches in diameter.

A few days later saw them at Kimmie’s house, where they learned the delights of girl-to-girl oral sex.

Neither of them ever got with Kyle, but did build quite a reputation on campus for being open to new experiences.

It was about a year later that the two girls had told all the other cheerleaders about that first afternoon’s experience. In discussion, it came up that they might all like to see each other’s ‘equipment.’ They agreed to shave then show up for comparisons one Thursday afternoon. The coach took the picture you see above. (Don’t ask!) In case you’re wondering, Kimmie’s vagina was the middle top in the picture above, and Natalie was middle bottom.

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My Two Extremes of Self-Fucking (Female)

You might get a kick out of the crazy thing I do, even if you don’t want to do it yourself.

I have a plastic dildo. Any woman who doesn’t have one is really missing out.

However, I use mine differently than you probably use yours.

The first extreme is that I allow myself to insert it only one inch (25mm). I just won’t push it in any further for at least twenty minutes. This is frustrating, crazy-making, and just plain fun as long as I can be patient.

At some point, I’ll take it out when it’s coated with my own juice, and put it deeply in my mouth. I love the taste. Now, here, I’m different than some women. I feel very fortunate that I don’t need lube. It’s all natural, all from me. I know some women have to use some sort of artificial slippery stuff. I don’t think I’d enjoy it in my mouth if it was coated with KY jelly or something.

Then, depending on just how crazy I’ve become, I’ll take that thing and jam it in really deep. When it hits my cervix, even if lightly, it’s instant dull pain, yet I really enjoy that. I don’t know why. Dudes, we’re talking orgasm-city!

I’ve also tried to literally penetrate my cervix with it. I can’t really tell what’s going on, but I’m pretty sure I have not managed that, yet.

I’ll have to admit that one time I also stuck it deep into my anus, coated with my own girl juice. One time, it went in too far. I almost couldn’t get it out. I had only maybe the last half-inch (13mm) sticking out, and I just couldn’t get a grip on it. I was seriously freaking out. Fortunately, after bearing down several times, my rectum eventually pushed it out.

After that, I cleaned it and cleaned it. I didn’t want any germs in my mouth, or my pussy for that matter.

I should get another one, just in case this one wears out. Maybe a vibrating dildo. Hmmm…

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I Had to Wank Him Carefully

I found out with my brother. One time I rubbed the palm of my hand over his erection. He immediately squirmed, pulled away and laughed. Of course I had to try it again. He said it was a ‘horrible’ tickle and he pulled away again. A moment later, he wanted to try one more time – to see whether he could take it.

I grabbed his penis again with my fingers wrapped around it and then rubbed the palm of my other hand deliberately and repeatedly against the tip.

He couldn’t stand it, and let me know in no uncertain terms. I gave him a nice blowjob, he ate me out, and that was it. No, he and I never fucked. First, we knew better, but secondly, we didn’t need to. We were having so much orgasmic fun just with what we were doing that nothing more was necessary.

A couple of days later, he had been thinking about that rubbing thing and wanted to try again. We got in a position where I was kneeling over him, my pussy covering his face and went to work. We both figured that if he was busy being almost smothered and licking me out, it would take his focus away from this horrible tickle thing he seemed to want.

And that’s what we did. I went about a minute while he squirmed and kind of muffle-yelled under me before he asked me to stop. He said the tickle turned into a sting. We both looked at his cockhead and it was red. I had worn his skin. I felt terrible about that. I had worn his skin. I jerked him off gingerly, so as not to disturb that red area and he was happy.

Over the next couple of days after school, I couldn’t suck him, and had to wank him carefully. Meanwhile we started wondering whether I might get a similar tickle effect. We tried everything. Sure, my clit was sensitive to his rough fingertips, but evidently not like whatever it was he had experienced.

A week later he was healed. This time, we tried some of Mom’s coconut oil, and by gosh, I was able to sit on him again, grab his dick with one hand, rub with the other, and even though he squirmed, yelled and laughed, I was able to keep going.

Suddenly, after maybe three minutes I felt something wet. The fucker had peed on my hands.

More experimentation over cumming weeks let us discover that if you rub a guy’s dickhead like that, he will let out an ounce of pee involuntarily. We also discovered that in time, what he calls the ‘horrible tickle’ settles down and is replaced with a feeling like he’s going to cum, mixed at the same time with a gonna cum feeling. This will happen whether he can hold his pee or not. But he doesn’t cum, at least not most of the time. After a few minutes of this rubbing thing, I’d just bring him off in the usual way.

One thing my parents taught us is if you want something, just ask, and don’t be surprised if you get it. If you don’t ask, you’ll never get it. So don’t be embarrassed.

I took that notion forward a few years until I started wondering whether my brother was unusual. Whether this peeing thing was just something he did, or whether it happens to all guys.

So, I started asking around the campus. I’d walk up to a guy, sometimes guys I barely knew, and I’d ask whether they’d ever been forced to pee involuntarily. To a one, they all said “No.”

Then, I asked if they’d like to give it a try. Now a few of them were freaked out and practically ran away from me. What a shame. But the majority after asking like, “Are you kidding?” totally wanted to give it a try.

A few asked whether it would hurt. I told them I honestly didn’t know. I knew my brother squirmed and all that, but what exactly was he feeling? Every single one was willing to give it a try even though I couldn’t answer that question.

So, being the good psychology student I am, I arranged to rub the glans of fifty guys, then report my findings. Here you go: Sixty percent cannot hold their pee when I rub their glans.

In my report I only recorded first-time rubs. Several of the guys wanted to repeat the experience. That’s fine with me. I love cocks! I love the variety of the different guys, and I just love running this little experiment over and over. I love the taste of cum in my mouth also. I must also admit I just love the power I have over these guys when I run these experiments.

Of course I’ll be a psychologist after I graduate, but sometimes I wonder if I might rather earn my living by rubbing cockheads.

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Want To Try Something Awful?

“Hey, want to try something awful?”

“No, I don’t think so. Um, what’s so awful?”

“Well, I can’t explain it. It’s something you’ve got to try.”

“Why the fuck would I want that?”

“Well, it’s not really awful. It’s kind of fun, actually.”

“Is it harmful?”

“No, totally not.”

“OK, let me see it.”

“It’s not something you see. It’s something you experience.”

“Knowing you, I figured.”

“Take off your clothes?”

“What?”

“I’m serious, take off everything.”

“No fucking way.”

“OK, we won’t do it then.”

“Why don’t you just tell me what it is.”

“Nope.”

“Fine.”

After two minutes of silence, “Are you going to get all gay on me?”

“Fuck no.”

“Is it too weird?”

“No.”

“What if I get an erection or something?”

“Dude, that’s part of the fun!”

“But you said it wasn’t something gay.”

“It’s not.”

Without saying a word, Kal then took off his T-shirt, his sandals, his shorts, then reluctantly, his underpants. He looked kind of scared, but he and Zeke were good friends. He trusted him, mostly.

“OK, lay down on the sofa.”

After Kal laid down, Zeke sat down on top of Kal so that Kal’s legs were trapped under Zeke’s body. He reached out, and started ever so lightly tickling Kal’s scrotum.”

“Hey, you said it wasn’t something gay.”

“It’s not.”

Kal thought to himself, not quite clear yet about his own sexuality, that whatever his friend was going to do, it would be greatly exciting. After only a few seconds of that ballsack tickling, he felt an erection starting. This light touching was like delicious electric shocks.

Zeke then moved his finger upward and again very, very lightly started running his fingertip over the midline of the bottom of Kal’s cock, and up past his frenulum. The first couple of times Kal’s cock jumped an inch. It was fucking delightful. He became hard right away.

I was super-weird having an erection around his friend. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He was slightly worried that it was wrong in some way, but by gosh, this was just too fucking amazing.

Zeke stopped the light stroking and with his left hand, wrapped his fingers around Kal’s throbbing cock. Zeke didn’t say anything, but this was super-exciting for him also. He felt his own erection straining in his pants. He did the only sensible thing. He stopped grabbing Kal, got off him, and stepped entirely out of his own clothing.

Now fully naked and as erect as he had ever been, he got back down on top of his friend and picked up where he left off, grabbing Kal’s cock again.

Kal spoke, “Dude, I have to say, and I hope you don’t take it the wrong way, but you have a nice looking prick.”

“Why thank you. You’re rather good in that department yourself.”

“I just hope this is not gay.”

“It’s not. But, what if it is?”

“Um, shit. At this point, I don’t care.”

They both laughed.

Zeke produced some coconut oil from somewhere. Kal could tell by the nice smell. He coated Kal’s cock and the palm of his right hand with the oil. This was fine with Kal. So fine!

At that moment, the unthinkable happened. Zeke started rubbing that oiled palm over Kal’s glans. It was immediately the most torturous feeling Kal had ever experienced. He tried to pull away, but Zeke leaned down harder on him and said, “Hold still.”

Kal probably could have got away, but somehow, although the tickle-like sensation was totally unbearable, he knew he had to try to bear it. Zeke kept going. It was awful. Kal was yelling, and thrashing, and laughing.

After a couple of minutes, it wasn’t so bad. The feeling was shifting. Now, Kal could swear he had to pee, but he was going to cum at the same time. This too was new. He had never experienced anything like that. Oddly, neither happened. The tickle was now quite different. Very nice!

Suddenly, he was ejaculating as both boys laughed. Kal figured this business was done. As soon as he recovered a bit he was going to get up.

But, Zeke kept him trapped. Worse, he hadn’t stopped rubbing Cal’s cockhead. The unbearableness came back worse than ever. He was yelling and squirming, but it made no difference to Zeke.

As if things weren’t crazy enough, all of a sudden, Kal felt a super-strong ‘gotta pee’ feeling build up and before he could stop it, a good, solid squirt of piss flowed out of him.

That did it. To Zeke this was totally unexpected. He stopped, got off Kal and grabbed a nearby towel to do his best to mop up the cum and piss off the sofa, Cal’s belly, and his own belly.

Nothing was spoken between them as both put their clothes back on.

They acted like nothing had happened for two days. Then Kal said, “Dude, I owe you.” Both boys broke out into a big smile.

In time they showed it to several of their friends, always claiming “It’s not gay.”

Kal got around to asking Zeke where he learned it.

“You know Carl, my older brother?”

“I’ve seen him.”

“He taught me.”

Picturing the brothers doing this sent Kal into an immediate horny state. He hoped to somehow see Carl in action with Zeke, or maybe even share this business with Carl. Wouldn’t that be something?

In time, Kal’s wish became true as Carl joined the group of boys who shared this activity. Carl was like a real man compared to them, even though he was only three years older. Kal liked that.

Blowjobs started happening always prefaced by “It’s not gay.” Sometimes the guys would jerk each other off without doing what they came to know as ‘the treatment.’ Of course they experimented with other things too.

When the boys got girlfriends, they showed it to them so the girls could administer the same treatment. The girls loved seeing their guys’ tortured faces making them squirm, yell and laugh.

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I Didn’t Think I Was Into Big Tits

I thought I was a small tits or medium tits guy through and through. My prick would jump an inch when I’d see a thin sleek woman in porn with a small chest.

Then Freya came along. She has huge tits. Not quite like the way Dolly Parton was built, but still, way bigger than average.

Freya has a playful usually smiling personality. I couldn’t help but be won over by her, and within a few days I so totally wanted to get naked with her and fuck our brains out.

To my great good fortune, so did she. As we stripped for the first time, her bra just seemed huge to me. I mean, a lot of fabric. Big, wide straps, too. She explained that any sort of regular bra hurts her back. In fact, she has a kind of perpetually sore back due to her weight up front. I should mention that an all other respects, she is quite thin.

When her bra came off, I literally lost my erection. Those tits of hers were just overwhelming. Like as if there was something defective about her. I mean, crazy though it was, at that moment, I wished we hadn’t wanted to start getting sexual. I didn’t any more.

Before I could do something stupid, she started putting her beautiful lips on my cock head. My cock thinks for itself, and was back to erect in a moment. She wasn’t blowing me in the classic sense. She was just kind of tickling my glans with her lips. No one had ever done exactly that before, and within a minute, I put her huge, milky white tits out of my mind. I was entering heaven. Then she went on to take my dick deep, deep into her throat. You may not realize this, but not just any woman can do that. It takes either a certain calmness, or practice, not to gag.

I was going to cum in her throat. No doubt about it. At just the right moment she stopped. She pushed me roughly backward onto the bed, and without asking she climbed on top, sliding my cock into her small, but very wet pussy like it was nothing. I mean, usually it takes some juggling and stuff to get into intercourse, right? But not with Freya. I don’t want to think about it, but she must have had a lot of practice.

Again, I was about to cum, but she yelled “Wait!” and got off me. Now, she threw herself down on the bed, and wanted me to lick her pussy. Was I going to refuse? Hell no! Her taste and texture were wonderful. She has larger than average inner labia, which I particularly like. And, even though she is very light skinned, her Northern Italian background causes her to have dark labia. So, small pussy, big dark labia. OK with me!

As I was doing that, she grabbed my left hand and put it on her huge right tit, saying just one word: “Squeeze.”

I lightly squeezed that big thing, and was surprised how nice it felt to have a complete handful of tit. That was much different than the average size girls I’ve been with. She grabbed my other hand and put it on her other tit saying “Squeeze” again.

My oh my, it felt so nice. I couldn’t help but to stop licking her beautiful vagina, and bury my head between her tits. She didn’t seem to mind.

However, after a minute, she said “Harder.” I assumed she wanted me to massage her tits more firmly, but wasn’t quite sure. Might it hurt her? So I squeezed only a little bit harder.

“No, really get into it. I’ll let you know if it becomes too much.”

Repositioning myself so I was back to licking her perfect little clit, I slowly worked up more and more strength until pretty soon, I was squeezing really hard. I was expecting her to say “Stop” or at least wince or something, but no, she seemed to be having a really great time. I squeezed harder. Soon I was squeezing so hard my fingers were literally becoming sore. As I repositioned my fingers, I saw they were leaving white spaces surrounded by slight redness on her beautiful big breasts.

I could feel a different kind of grainy or lumpy inner texture, evidently the actual glandular material inside. I was quickly learning that that inner core is what she really wanted heavily massaged.

I tried to stop, but she yelled, “KEEP GOING!”

So I did, with almost all my strength. Suddenly she moaned. I thought I had finally exceeded her limit and almost stopped again, but in the nick of time I realized the moan was the start of an orgasm. She practically flooded my mouth with girl cum as she jittered and jerked around and squirmed, moaning, yelling and laughing the whole time. Of the various women I’ve been with, there’s no doubt that was the strongest female orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Her response was so overpoweringly sexual that I came, and she hadn’t even been touching my cock. It was the first – but not the last – spontaneous ejaculation of my life.

So, it turns out I’m into big tits after all. Freya and I have been together ten years now, and it never gets tiring. She still loves that extreme tit squeezing. I still think it must hurt her, but she begs me to give her all I’ve got. I mean, every single time we have sex, which is ridiculously often, she gets that treatment from me and loves it. And I love it. I love those big breasts of hers.

I don’t know if any other women want tit squeezing like that. I suspect Freya is highly unusual.

My buddies have commented on her huge breasts multiple times, and not always in the best taste. The funny thing is they think I’m really lucky because of the way she’s built. What they understand is the real reason I’m so lucky is because she is such a loving, kind, intelligent and fun person, and because of her big tits.

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Sperm Vampire

The first blowjob I ever received was by the Sperm Vampire.

I had been brought up in a very sheltered, hyper-religious environment, so my first year of college was a real eye-opener. I pretty much stayed away from everything – no partying, no smoking, no drinking, no fast driving – in fact no driving at all. I couldn’t afford a car. And certainly no sex!

I had to learn some things. For instance, people my age didn’t wear light blue sweaters. It was my roommate, Cole, who taught me about masturbation. You see, after a few nights where I heard him rustling in his bed, I had to ask what he was doing. Cole was the opposite of me – very outgoing, and more specifically, very forthcumming with information. He turned on his bedside light, threw off his covers, exposing his very erect penis and proceeded to ejaculate right in front of me. To say I was shocked would be a huge understatement. Like saying the Titanic had a minor plumbing issue. I couldn’t even look him in the eye for days afterward, while he was – to his great credit – totally casual about the whole thing.

A week later, he encouraged me to give it a try while he watched. I was immediately erect, but then, for a long time, nothing happened. Then it did! Boy, did it! It was that same feeling I had experienced once when waking from a wet dream – but way, way better! Whereas the dream experience freaked me out, this was expected, in a way, and was absolutely delightful.

From that night forward, I rustled in my own bed pretty much every night.

Not long after, Cole introduced me to the Sperm Vampire. Her real name was Cheryl, a fellow student at the university. Together, Cole and Cheryl explained to me that she had an idiosyncrasy. She loves to suck dicks. She explained that she loves the taste of cum, which she called ‘sperm.’

I was like, “Oh, no, I couldn’t…”

She insisted. She said she already had a reputation for sucking off over 40 guys. She was shooting for a hundred, and never the same guy twice. Weird, eh? But that was her thing, and she practically begged to suck my dick.

It took me a few days to acquiesce. I mean, I had just learned to masturbate, and now this? To give you an idea how innocent I was at the time, I thought of Cheryl as sexy, yet the thought, the fantasy, of having actual sex with her never even crossed my mind.

The evening arrived. Cheryl arrived at my dorm room. Cole had to be there. Not her request. Mine. I was that nervous about it. I can’t even enumerate all the concerns I was having. One of the big ones that she would hurt me with her teeth.

To kick things off, Cole suggested we play strip poker. I hope you can understand that while I was so scared I was literally shaking a little bit, I was also totally horned up by this super-weird situation. So, I was all for it. Cole was the first to be totally exposed and he didn’t seem to mind at all. Why he even participated, I mean, why he needed to be naked, I had no idea.

Once we were all naked, even the very pretty Cheryl, the first female I had ever seen naked, I suggested that Cole get blown first, so I could see how it’s done – what I was getting myself into. He was like, “Yeah!” with a big sparkle in his eye.

Unfortunately for him, Cheryl nixed the plan. She said she only does guys once, and it would remain that way until she finds the guy she really resonates with. He would become her boyfriend and eventually her husband.

Did I mention, both Cole and I were erect from the very beginning, even before our clothes were off?

So, to make a long story short, I got my blowjob. She was an expert. A super expert. No teeth. Not only that, she had a skill that I hadn’t even imagined: Three times, she got me so close to ejaculating, but at just the right moment, she backed off for a moment. I was having what seemed like mini-orgasms. On the third time, it was a huge orgasm. I felt myself squirting in her mouth as her eyes sparkled with delight.

To this day, I don’t know what girls get out of sucking guys off, but I’m glad Cheryl enjoyed it so much.

I suppose at this point I should admit, that out of curiosity, I sucked Cole off a week or so later – just trying to know what Cheryl experienced, you understand. I had a lot of trouble getting his penis deep into my mouth, into my throat actually, as Cheryl had done. It made me kind of gag, so I had to not let him go so deep as she had done with me. Within a minute he ejaculated. I didn’t especially care for the taste or texture, but it wasn’t horrible.

OK, so since I’m admitting stuff, he and I traded blowjobs perhaps six times that year.

Cheryl, Cole and I all remained friends. From time to time she would report on what guy she had conquered. She did most or all of the major athletes. But she also did some weird, nerdy guys that I wouldn’t have thought she’d find at all appealing.

I thought it was odd that Cheryl spent a lot of time with me – I mean when she wasn’t sucking off one guy or another. We became real friends. I started thinking she’d make a good girlfriend.

She and I discussed sex but it didn’t happen. In fact, she suggested, then insisted that I fuck other girls on campus. At first, I was a kid in a candy shop. I became quite the stud, but then after a while, my heart wasn’t in it. I realize now it’s because I was secretly in love with Cheryl.

On Christmas Eve that year, she gave me a second blowjob. The thing is, she had that hard and fast rule that guys never got sucked a second time. I felt honored.

As the months rolled by, she tapered off her sucking business. It was just a guy here or there with a week or more in between. Then nothing. No one got blowjobs, even though there were 100 guys who knew her reputation and asked. She was just like, “No.” She was polite about it, but she was not in the sperm vampire business any more.

The year after, Cheryl and I were a thing. She taught me so much more about sex. She knew how to do some really neat tricks. Like she could rhythmically contract her pussy muscles from inside to out, basically stroking my penis while inside her.

That was 24 years ago. Our kids are now in college. While she and I have never told them the details of our early exploits, we are hoping they are having as much fun as we did.

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Fucking Crazy

There’s this thing I do that I know is fucking crazy, literally.

It helps that I’m a good-looking chick, and that I have a reputation here on campus.

You see, being a nymphomaniac of sorts, I can get all the guys I want. That’s generally around four per week. I seldom do the same guy twice.

So, here’s what I’ve developed that’s so crazy.

I’ll let any decent-looking guy who has a nice personality fuck me. But only an inch. That’s the fun part. They are allowed to stick it in only one inch. That’s the deal I make with them before we begin. By now, I’ve been so talked about on campus that most of the guys know what’s up before we begin.

The results are fascinating. First, guys who have admitted to having premature ejaculation problems can sometimes play with me for a half-hour or more without cumming.

Some regular guys will cum with only an inch in me. Most leave without having ejaculated. They are happily frustrated. They always ask for a second date, but I seldom want that. Well, I have one guy. I even have had thoughts about marriage with Thomas. I’ll explain him in a moment. I have a long life ahead of me. For now, this is so much fun. Perhaps because it’s unique.

Sure, every now and then a man will lose it and plunge all the way into me. Depending on my mood, I pretend to be mad about that, or I simply love it. That’s because I’m horny too. I totally want them to push all the way in after a couple of minutes of this one-inch teasing. And yet I don’t. Perhaps it’s the frustration that makes it so much fun.

Safety, you ask? Well, here is where I mention my big, strong Thomas. He was one of the first with whom I did the one-inch thing, and really the only one I’ll do it with again from time to time.

The thing is, all these guys who want to semi-fuck me have to agree to do it in front of Thomas. If any were to get violent or something, he’d be there to immediately deal with the guy. I don’t quite know what Tom gets out of it, but by gosh, he loves watching me get fucked by these guys. His eyes sparkle, and he’s just loving it. Sometimes he’ll masturbate while watching, sometimes not. I guess he’s what you call a cuckold. To my amazement, most of the guys also seem to enjoy being watched by Thomas as they’re fucking me.

Just lately, we’ve been telling some of the guys that if they lose control and plunge all the way into me, he’s going to do something to them they won’t like. You know what? Many of the guys are fully into this. It’s supposed to be sort of a joke, or empty threat. He wouldn’t actually hurt or bother any of these guys. But they want it! So, after ‘the plunge’ he will have them lay on their backs, and he’ll either massage their balls really firmly, or he’ll jerk them off then rub the palm of his hand over their glans after they cum. They squirm, they yell, they laugh while I watch in absolute fascination. What are they feeling? I don’t think there’s a female equivalent.

If you were here, would you want to be one of my guys? Would you want to suffer Tom’s treatment or would you make sure not to plunge into me?

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Unusual Sexual Practices

Stigmatophilia: Sexual arousal derived from a partner’s body piercings or tattoos.

Formicophilia: A fetish involving small, crawling creatures, such as insects, touching or walking over the skin.

Thermal Play: Incorporating extreme temperature contrasts into intimacy, such as using melting candle wax, ice cubes, or specialized warming and cooling gels.

Electrical Play: The use of low-current medical or novelty devices (like TENS units or violet wands) to deliver tingling sensations to the skin. Also known as ‘estim’ or ‘electrostimulation.’

Somatosensory Partialism: An intense sexual focus on a specific, non-genital part of the human body, such as the earlobes, back of the knees, or collarbones.

Consensual Sadomasochism (BDSM): Engaging in the exchange of power, dominance, submission, and the receipt or infliction of controlled physical intensity.

Impact Play: Utilizing hands, paddles, whips, or crops to strike specific areas of the body for sensory and psychological stimulation.

Primal Play: Engaging in animalistic behaviors during intimacy, such as wrestling, stalking, growling, or mock hunting.

Chremastistophilia: A dynamic where sexual arousal is tied to being robbed, mugged, or having items playfully “stolen” in a controlled scenario.

Apex Predator / Prey Roleplay: Highly structured scenarios mimicking hunter-and-prey dynamics with strict safety signals.

Autonepiophilia: An attraction or comfort found in wearing adult diapers, baby clothing, or acting out infant-like dependency (often called ageplay).

Cuckoldry / Troilism: A dynamic where a person derives sexual arousal from watching their romantic partner engage in sexual activity with a third party.

Hybristophilia: An attraction to individuals who have committed notorious or infamous crimes, such as high-profile outlaws or serial offenders.

Somnophilia: Sexual arousal derived from initiating intimacy with a sleeping or completely unconscious partner (strictly distinct from non-consensual acts when practiced ethically through prior explicit consent and roleplay).

Agalmatophilia: A rare preference or attraction directed toward statues, mannequins, or individuals who maintain absolute, statue-like immobility.

Macrophilia: An imaginative or visual attraction to giants, or fantasies of being dominated or dwarfed by an oversized partner.

Objectum Semantics (Objectophilia): A deep emotional and romantic or sexual orientation directed toward inanimate objects rather than humans (such as structures or bridges).

Mechanophilia: An attraction to or sexualization of machinery, vehicles, or mechanical devices (such as sports cars or motorcycles).

Homeovestism: The practice of wearing clothing traditionally associated with one’s own biological sex for specialized erotic or psychological comfort.

Plushophilia: An affinity for soft toys, stuffed animals, or specialized plush textures integrated into adult intimacy.

Symphorophilia: A specialized interest in witnessing or staging chaotic events, such as thunderstorms, high winds, or simulated disasters.

Autagonistophilia: Deriving sexual excitement from performing or being watched on stage, in front of a camera, or within a public/semi-public setting.

Klismaphilia: An erotic focus centered around the use of enemas or internal cleansing routines.

Telephonicophilia: Erotic communication, storytelling, or intimacy conducted exclusively over telephone lines or voice chat applications.

Somnambulistic Play: Incorporating deep sleep states or grogginess purposefully into roleplay scenarios under strict safety parameters.

Olfactophilia (Musk/Pheromone Fetish): An intense sexual response triggered by natural body odors, sweat, or specific personal scents.

Urophilia: The incorporation of urine into sexual play, commonly referred to in alternative subcultures as “golden showers” or water sports.

Lactaphilia: An erotic focus on human breast milk, sometimes integrated into adult nursing relationships.

Vampirism (Erotic Hemoptysis/Blood Play): The consensual sharing, tasting, or drawing of minor amounts of blood during intense intimate rituals.

Coprophilia: A specialized paraphilic interest involving feces, typically explored within niche underground subcultures.

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Finger-Fucking Girl

I started out normal enough. Fortunately, I’m pretty good-looking, and my tendency to see everything in a positive light, and to laugh a lot, has put me in a situation where it is easy to be sexual with a lot of people.

[Editor: She is petite, naturally blond, with particularly firm, but not overly-large breasts, has sparkly eyes, and as she says, she has a very positive personality.]

In my early teens, and I won’t say just how early [she laughs], I learned about fucking, sexual intercourse, I mean.

Oh, it was fun, but scary fun. Afterward, I always worried that I’d get pregnant, or a disease, or just felt guilty. I guess it was my upbringing. Yet, I know I was loving it.

I did fuck a good few guys, well OK, three guys, before I learned something that was, for me at least, life-changing.

The third guy, Terry, asked me, practically begged me to push a finger into his ass while we fucked. I was kind of grossed out by the idea, but I am a people-pleaser, so I did it for him, even though it was kind of difficult reaching around back there. He orgasmed hard, pushing deeply and satisfyingly into me, triggering my own orgasm. I don’t usually cum from ordinary intercourse. Perhaps there was something naughty about having my finger in his ass that sent me over the edge.

Once we settled down, I pulled my finger out of his ass. Out of curiosity, I smelled it, expecting the worst. It turned out to have a very attractive sweet smell. I didn’t realize until later that the human anus, whether male or female, secrets a little something that has a great odor.

So that was Terry. As I was saying, I was kind of geeked out by ordinary intercourse, so as you can imagine he and I didn’t last.

Along came Kermit, a guy from Germany. He loved nudism, something he called FKK, or Freikörperkultur, which translates into “Free Body Culture.” It’s basically public nudity. I thought I’d hate it, but once he got me to a nude beach, I fell in love with the concept. I didn’t know it then, but I’ve come to realize I’m both an exhibitionist and a voyeur. We didn’t do anything of a sexual nature on the beach – it wasn’t that kind of beach. Not like Marshall’s Beach, where anything goes, and in fact where I’ve done a lot – which I’ll explain in a minute.

Here’s the thing, I didn’t want to fuck Kermit. I was just becoming too freaked out about what I precised as the dangers of intercourse. But I wanted to do something for him, and truth be told, I was horny even though also scared.

I remembered Terry and the finger thing, so one day while cuddling and kissing kind of hidden away in a little alcove along the beach, without asking, I licked my finger, worked it around his butt, and tried pushing it into his ass.

He didn’t like it, grunted, and pushed my hand away. Then like ten seconds later he said, “Sorry, go ahead.” I didn’t quite understand what he meant, but thought I’d try it again. This time, he pushed up in such a way that he indicated he was enjoying my fingertip in his ass. After a moment, I pulled out and smelled my finger. There was that delicious odor again.

We didn’t do anything more on the beach. After lunch, we each went our separate ways for the day. During the afternoon, I held that finger up to my nose several times and there was that wonderful odor again. And that’s even though I had washed my hands.

It took some explaining to Kermit, but in time, I managed to get exactly what I wanted, and I believe he did also. Basically, we did everything but fucking, with our activity centered around me fingering his butt while jerking him off. Most guys basically collapse after having their ejaculations, but Kermit was a real gentleman. You know what he did? He turned around and finger-fucked my butt. I had no idea! What a remarkable feeling! I didn’t orgasm on that occasion, but I knew right away, I’d be doing more of that.

Kermit and I didn’t last, more because of me than him, but that’s fine. I was starting to learn that I’m a, well, I guess you could say nymphomaniac. I’m not the kind of girl who wants to just fuck every guy imaginable. No, I’m a specialist. I love playing with cocks – with my hands, and sometimes my mouth, and of course asses, too. I also love it if the guys will finger-fuck me all to pieces also. I mean, butt and vagina – whatever, it’s all good!

It took a couple of years, but I think I did this sort of non-fucking thing with like fifty guys, and a half-dozen girls too. Along the way, I switched my major from business to psychology? Why, because I am particularly interested in sexual psychology. I thought I’d end up with a practice as a sexual therapist. Boring!

So, you know what I ended up doing? I moved to England where I can practice what I really enjoy legally. I offer what are ostensibly known as massages. Basically, I finger-fuck my clients, both men and women, but mostly men, and get paid handsomely to do so. It never gets boring, never tiring. I don’t get finger-fucked as much as I offer finger-fucking, but whenever I feel the need, I’ll work out trades with any of my many friends and sometimes former clients.

So that’s my story so far. Check back in a few years. I’m sure I’ll have more to tell you.

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My Birthday Surprise

My live-in girlfriend of three years, Cindy, has never been quite as sexually adventurous as I’d like, although we do have a good sex life. We fuck perhaps three times a week and we both end up with good orgasms, although I usually cum too soon, so I have to use my fingers and tongue to bring her to orgasm. I don’t mind that, but I have cravings for things she won’t do. Basically, she likes missionary position, and that’s it.

So being the loving person she is, she arranged something for my birthday, that scared but also delighted me.

I have no idea how she found out that there’s this woman in our city who gives ‘happy ending’ massages. But, they’re not your typical happy ending massage, as if I even know what that is. All I know is that Cindy said this woman would be super-intense and I’d love it. I tried to get more information from Cindy, but she evidently didn’t want to spoil my birthday surprise.

As the day approached, I kept wondering about my 6pm appointment. Not only did the notion make me horny, but I was somewhat scared also. What, exactly, did ‘super-intense’ mean? How much did Cindy know about this woman’s service? Did they talk about me? How embarrassing!

My phone’s GPS brought me to the woman’s townhouse quickly and easily, but my heart rate was really fast. I was more excited and scared at the same time than ever. I hadn’t felt like that since the day I lost my virginity with Cindy. In fact, this was somehow scarier.

I rang the doorbell, then said “Hello” with a shaky, high voice. I cleared my throat and said “Hello” better. The lady, Julie, was a few years older than me, but what a knock-out! I was surprised Cindy would let me spend time alone with such a female person. The only thing not particularly feminine about her was her fingernails. You might expect a gorgeous woman to have long nails, but hers were not. Later, I found out why.

She beckoned me in, as my knees felt so weak I could hardly walk properly. She offered me a glass of lemonade while we sat and talked on her sofa for a few minutes. Then, she directed me into a back bedroom and told me to take off all my clothes. No fanfare, no flirting, just “Take off your clothes, I’ll be there in a minute.” Weird, eh?

The room was like entering another world. It was dark, candle-lit, had tapestries on the walls, and a faint, attractive incense, that reminded me of raspberries. I noticed there was faint instrumental music as well. There was a fancy, sheet-covered massage table in the middle of the small room.

I felt several things at once as I kind of reluctantly undressed. Like, “What have I gotten into?” mixed with “Should I actually be undressing in this strange woman’s house?” and “I wonder if there is any danger here?” I briefly thought perhaps a big man with a weapon would appear, take all my money and murder me. A moment later I knew that was ridiculous. But my final though before Julie entered was “I wonder if I’ll even like whatever is going to happen?” And of course, “WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN?”

Julie quietly entered the room fully clothed. Was I expecting something else? I think I was somehow expecting her to be nude. Being nude in her clothed presence made me feel ridiculous.

She had me hop up on her table. You can bet my cock was soft as a noodle. So far, there was nothing sexual about this, except she was an attractive woman, and I was nude. But sexual? No.

“Cindy tells me you’d like something more,” she quietly said.

It took me a moment to figure out how to answer that. Finally, I figured the truth was the best response, as it is for almost everything in life. “Yeah, we have a nice sex life, but she won’t do some of the things I want.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know. Maybe some… well, something kind of rougher. Something more manual. Like Cindy will sometimes try to jerk me off after I have already cum in her. It makes me squirm, but I rather like that. Just once, I mean only one time in our three years, she massaged my balls. I loved that, but now she won’t do it any more. Even then, If maybe she had massaged my balls a little more thoroughly, I mean, maybe with a little more pressure, that would have been nice.”

“OK, I understand,” she responded as she was already getting down to doing something to me. It was not what I was expecting. She had some soft ropes of some sort and she went around tying my wrists and ankles to every corner of the table.

I just let her do it, but have to tell you, my heart was beating 100 miles an hour.

Once she got me tied down, She leaned over the table, and to my utter surprise, she just ever-so-lightly touched a fingertip along the hair above midline of my ball sack. That was so unexpected! It felt like an electric shock. She did it again, and then again, with a couple seconds between each stroke. I had never felt anything like that in my life. It was at once a great tickle, and very, very erotic.

I was thinking, “I’ve got to get Cindy to try this on me. I think she’ll at least do this. Maybe she’d like me to do something similar to her inner labia.” Suddenly, I noticed my cock was rock hard. When did that happen? It must have been just now as Julie had continued to run her finger along my scrotum several more times.

More internal thoughts. I guess I’m just one of those guys who thinks about everything. Maybe worries about everything. Perhaps I should learn to just enjoy the moment. I digress. I was now thinking that it was super-embarrassing to be erect in this woman’s presence. And naked. Here I was, tied to a strange woman’s massage table, fully naked, and now erect. Oh my!

A new sensation popped me out of my thoughts. Julie was now lightly running a finger along the underside of my cock. She wasn’t holding it with the other hand. It was standing straight up. My cock has to be especially hard to do that. Normally, it lays against my stomach.

This was more electric shocks, but to the max! It was intense. I was kind of craving that she might wrap her hand around my erection and start wanking me properly. But no, for the longest time, she was just doing that super-light tickling thing to the underside of my cock. I felt like I could cum just from that. In fact, that ‘gonna cum’ feeling was starting to build up.

Julie must have been an expert because just before it was too late, she stopped doing that. I just then realized there was a mirror on the ceiling, so if I choose to look, I could watch exactly what she was doing.

What she was doing now was lightly massaging my balls – the very thing I wish Cindy would have done more than just that one time. OK, this was good!

For the first time in several minutes, Julie spoke, “I’m going to slowly increase the pressure. Let me know when it is too much. However, you should know that the moment you say ‘Stop’ I will stop, but I won’t start again. So, be sure you mean it.”

“OK.”

Watching in the mirror, I could see that she now held one ball in each hand, with two fingers below each testicle, and her thumbs on top. Just as she said, she did slowly start increasing the pressure. At first, it was lovely, but after a short while, I wasn’t so sure. The balls were starting to slightly ache, and feel like they were on fire at the same time.

She continued to squeeze harder, then added a sort of sideways back and forth motion with her thumbs. OK, it was hurting, and I wasn’t so sure I was liking it any more. But, I remember that if I said ‘stop’ that would be the end of it, and I might never in my life get this treatment again. I gritted my teeth and just took it with the occasional grunt as she bore down even more. I was determined to take all I could get.

However, while this was happening, something else started happening too. I was building up to an orgasm. I had to say “Stop” because I was about to cum. She stopped.

Julie backed away for a while, then she kind of scooted my legs up. The next thing I know, she was gently running a fingertip around my anus in little circles. And then she backed away again. In the mirror I could see her apply some cream to her index finger. I knew what was coming, even though no one had ever done that. I was sure I wouldn’t like it, but figured I could grin and bear it. Plus, I was tied down. What could I do?

As expected, she pushed that finger into my anus. I was expecting it to hurt, but she did it so slowly, all it felt was wonderful! I was not expecting that. I didn’t know what she did next but the feeling was the sweetest ‘gotta pee’ feeling I’ve ever had. Later I found out she had curled her finger upward and was massaging my prostate from the inside.

She grabbed my penis with her other hand, wrapping her fist around it, and just held it while she continued massaging my prostate.

Oh, oh, the ‘gonna cum’ feeling was building rapidly.

I needn’t have worried, just before it was too late, she slowly, ever so slowly, started pulling her finger out. I could swear her index finger was a foot long.

Now, I really, really wanted to cum, but it wasn’t happening.

She stepped into another room for a minute. I believe to wash her hands. When she returned, she just reached right over and grabbed my super-erect penis, wrapping her fingers fully around the shaft. OK, I was going to get jerked off. Good, that’s exactly what I wanted at that point.

But no, what happened next was the craziest thing yet. She put some sort of oil on the palm of her other hand. You might know what was coming, but I did not. She then placed that greasy palm on the tip of my penis. OK, interesting. Then she started slowly pressing down slightly, and rubbing back and forth. I practically jumped out of my skin. If you’ve never had your glans rubbed like that, you’ve got to experience it. If I hadn’t been tied down, I would most certainly have jumped off the table. I said “Stop” but she just laughed and kept going. It was terrible. It was excruciating. The worst tickle of my life. I couldn’t stand it, and yet, I wanted to see just how much of this torment I could take. But it was so intense!

I was just about to yell “Stop” between all my squirming, moaning and laughter, but I noticed it wasn’t feeling so bad any more. Now, I was feeling something like a combination of ‘gotta pee’ and ‘gonna cum’ feeling.

The next thing I know, pee was squirting out of me in little spurts. There was nothing I could do about it. You’d think Julie might stop at that point, but no, she just kept right on going.

And then, fully out of my control, I felt orgasmic spasms starting. I was going to have my orgasm. Things would be over in a moment. At that point, Julie stopped, grabbed the tip of my cock between a thumb and finger, and squeezed it closed. “My god this can’t be good!” I thought.

She just continued to hold it that way for a few seconds, and then my orgasm started in earnest. I was cumming. But I wasn’t cumming. She had trapped the cum inside. Oh, it was excruciating. Or was it? There was no pain, although there was a ton of fear. Would something inside me break? I felt the internal pressure of my continuing orgasmic contractions trying uselessly to squirt the cum out, but it wasn’t happening. My body kept trying. I swear, the contractions lasted twice as long as usual.

At least a full minute after the contractions subsided, Julie finally let go, and a single long spurt of cum rolled out of me.

We were done.

Here’s the thing: We weren’t done. After letting the cum out, Julie let go for perhaps 30 seconds, but then she grabbed my cock and started that horrible palm rubbing thing again. I couldn’t stand it. I said “Stop” right away. She just laughed, and kept torturing me for probably two minutes, which seemed like ten minutes, until my erection subsided into just a little noodle.

This time it really was over. Julie left the room, saying over her shoulder “Take your time, I don’t have any more appointments this evening.”

I laid on her table a good five minutes, then tried to get up. I said ‘tried’ because I had to make two attempts. I was just too weak and shaky.

When I finally dressed, I met up with Julie in her living room, told her how much I loved the appointment, even though I wasn’t so sure. I think I liked it, but did I? It had been the craziest situation I had ever been in. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d never put myself through anything like that again. As I drove home, I felt so remarkably sexually satisfied. Even my balls felt well worked. They were kind of heavy, in a nice way, from being squeezed. Still, I was convinced that would be a one-off. I’d never do anything like that again, ever!

At home, I told Cindy all about it, almost a blow-by-blow description and during the discussion, I became incredibly horny, as did Cindy. We ended up fucking like rabbits. I came in her hard, as if I hadn’t already cum that day.

Literally, less than one day later, I was already trying to figure out how I could book another session without upsetting Cindy. I mean, as a birthday gift, great, but wouldn’t Cindy be jealous or upset or something if I wanted to go back to Julie?

For the next several days, I was trying to work out how I could make another appointment happen, when suddenly, at dinner, Cindy announced, “You know, Julie does women, too.”

This really surprised me because I had always thought of Cindy as somewhat sexually reserved, prudish even.

Oh, my god! Of course I immediately said, “Oh I know you’d love to have a session with Julie.” Then, thinking quickly, I added, “Gosh, I’d do it again if I could.”

Cindy, understanding sweetheart that she is, immediately said that it would be fine with her. That I could book as many sessions as I’d like.

So, Cindy did have her session, and as I suspected, just like me, she wasn’t sure at first but a day later couldn’t wait to book another session.

I had another session with Julie which was even more delightful than the first. Cindy had another session and came home saying, “Julie mentioned that she also does couples’ sessions.” I have no idea what that might involve, but can’t wait to find out.