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Clean-Up Girls

A Spectacular Fantasy by Spurtz

I recently opened up a new start-up business. The name of the facility is The Masturbatorium, which might give you a clue as to what takes place there.

I leased an old abandoned warehouse in the industrial section of my town. No private homes or schools anywhere near the place. My city has an ordinance prohibiting locating any sex based business close to homes or schools. This ordinance was mainly used for XXX video stores and massage parlors.

Now you might think being located in such an out-of-the-way place would hurt my business. But word-of-mouth made sure that plenty of people knew exactly where the place was.

It was a two story building. I only remodeled the ground floor which was more space than I thought I needed. The second floor was for expansion if the need arose in the future.

I arranged the ground floor layout as follows. There was a large main room. Built around the perimeter of the room were 24 stalls in a circular layout and each one contained a luxurious chaise lounge. Each stall had dividing walls but only on three sides with the foot area open. Anybody in the room could look into any of the stalls but the walls gave each stall a minor amount of privacy, but not much. The men who used the stalls liked to be seen. In the center of the room was a slightly raised open area with four chaise lounges in full view.

In addition, the ground floor had twelve private rooms with doors. Each room was quite small and also contained one of the luxurious chaise lounges.

Men paid a fee to come into the facility and masturbate. They could do it in the total privacy of the rooms, or in semi-privacy of the stalls, or no privacy at all on the raised platform in the center of the main room.

What usually happened was first-timers would opt for a private room. But the thrill of being seen jacking off would quickly move them to one of the stalls. From there, the more adventurous and exhibitionists on hand would finally make it to one of the four lounges in plain sight of everybody.
Prices varied depending upon the location chosen by a patron but in general we had two price levels, one for 15 minutes and one for 30 minutes.

We had strict rules about everything being a solo act. So there were no instances of two men teaming up to mutually masturbate one another or suck each other off.

But the idea I came up with that really made the place a huge success was I employed cleanup girls. Their job was after a patron climaxed and covered himself in cum, a cleanup girl would come to his aid and using warm wet washcloths and dry heated towels, do a very thorough job of cleaning him off.
I could legally charge a fee for men to come inside and jack themselves off. But it would be against the law to have any of my girls do it. But it was totally legal to charge a fee to have my girls wipe these guys down. We had two different levels of clean-up. A quick two-minute session for $20 or a five minute session for $50. I had to keep the sessions short because the place was so popular I needed to keep bodies moving to make room for waiting patrons.

What made this service so popular was I attempted to recruit as many cleanup girls as possible right out of high school. They had to be 18 to be legal and I only went after girls who were above average in looks. I didn’t have any trouble recruiting girls because, depending upon how many hours they wanted to work, it was possible to make anywhere from $1,000 to $2,000 a week. The other thing that made it easy to get girls is they were not required to be nude. They did wear some very hot looking little uniforms, similar to what Hooters waitresses wear.

I know that some of the girls that I hired had never seen an actual cock before, much less one covered in cum. Plus after a customer had cum, his cock would not always go immediately flaccid. The girls were trained to immediately attend to any customer who had ejaculated. So in many cases the girls were attending to a semi-hard cock. And usually by the time they finished clean-up, the patron would be fully hard. And that usually resulted in them paying for another round of jacking themselves off a second time. And a second clean-up. Usually the two minute one the second time.

My girl-friend Josie would put each new girl through a training period so they knew exactly what to do when they came face-to-face with a recently jacked-off cock covered in semen. We had a special private room off of my main office. Each time we hired a new girl, Josie and I would take her to the private room. I would disrobe and then my GF expertly jacked me off. Knowing in advance when one of these training sessions was going to take place, allowed me edge for a day or two prior. This resulted in me producing a massive cumshot. This prepared the clean-up girl with an excellent subject to perform her duties on.

Julie showed her how to roll back the foreskin (on those men who had one) and make sure all the semen was wiped clean. Josie also showed the girls the best way to clean down under my balls and even into my ass crack. She explained that guys who had watery ejaculations could have some of it leak down into some very personal areas.

Each girl had a rolling cart that contained all the necessary wet washcloths and dry heated towels. As soon as a girl finished up a man and sent him on his way, her cart also supplied fresh covering for the chaise lounge since typically plenty of cum ended up on the cover.

For the 5-minute cleanup sessions the girls were given extra instructions since that was a lot of time for a simple cleanup. First, they were told to take their time and to drag the cleanup out as long as possible. They were also instructed to keep one hand wrapped around the guy’s cock during the entire cleanup session. This was actually a legit part of the process because once his cock was wiped clean you wouldn’t want to let it go and drop into a puddle of jism on the guy’s body.

Once everything was mopped up and wiped clean with dry towels, out came the wet washcloths that were kept in a container of hot water on the cart. The customer’s cock and balls and entire pubic area were then washed down. The men loved this part and usually a full erection was the result. Again, one hand firmly held the man’s cock while the other hand did the final wash. Then a heated towel came from a compartment on the cart and everything was vigorously toweled dry.

The girls were trained to make sure that the patron’s cock was given special attention throughout the entire procedure. Josie instructed the girls on how to provide a bit of actual cock jacking while this was going on. But this had to be subtle because legally the girls could not jack a customer’s cock. The girls were instructed to move their fist up and down the guy’s dick for only one or two strokes and then stop. Then maybe 15 or 20 seconds later, do it again. Just enough to excite the customer but not enough for it to look like a conscious act on the part of the cleanup girl. We never knew if the local police sent in undercover agents to see exactly what we were doing. So we had to be careful.

The cleanup service was what made my place so successful. A guy can jack off at home without paying a fee. But he can’t get an 18 or 19-year old girl to lovingly clean up all his cum after he’s ejaculated. And our girls were very heavily trained on providing the most personal service possible. They were encouraged to complement each customer on how much they loved handling his prick and that it was one of most attractive cocks they had seen. The guys probably knew it was bullshit but loved hearing it.

Part II

I have interviewed several of the cleanup girls to get their thoughts on working at The Masturbatorium. I thought my readers might be interested in the feedback I’ve gotten. I’ve changed the girls names.

Serena – When I was first told about the cleanup girl job from a girlfriend, I thought it was the most disgusting thing I had ever heard. Me spend an entire day cleaning up cum? No thanks. But then she told me the kind of money she was making and I had to give it a second thought. I applied and was hired. At first cleaning up all the cum was as disgusting as I thought it would be. But handling all the guy’s cocks was fun and that part I really enjoyed. If they got hard again while I was doing my cleanup duties, that made me feel really good.

Jill – The thing that most surprised me was how different all the guy’s dicks were. Until I took the cleanup girl job , I had seen a lot of cocks on the internet and they all kind of looked the same to me. At that point I had had a couple of experiences with boyfriends in high school but to be honest, I never really got a close look at their dicks. Just that they were a lot smaller than the ones on the net. But once I got a good idea of a typical cock here at my job I realized that the guys in the XXX videos online all had oversized dicks. On average I handled maybe 20 to 25 different cocks every day so I had a very good idea of what the size of an average prick was.

Amanda – Cleaning up cum all day long didn’t bother me at all since the payoff was getting to play with so many different cocks all day long. Some of the younger guys really turned me on and I would have loved to jack them off to another ejaculation or even better, suck a load of jism out of one of those luscious cocks. But that couldn’t happen. At least not on the job.

Gia – I’m one of the more popular cleanup girls. I have a lot of customers who ask for me to be their cleanup girl. I think the reason is even though I am 18, I actually look more like 14 or 15. It’s no secret that a lot of these horny old bastards really love to have a young girl play with their dicks.

I’ve seen the other girls work and I know that somehow I have a special talent when I am wiping some guy’s cock clean of semen. It’s not so much what I’m actually doing, although that’s really important too, but somehow I give off the vibe that I am really personally into the guy’s junk. The guy thinks I really love what I’m doing (maybe because I actually do) and because of that, halfway through the cleanup process the guy’s dick is like a bar of steel. I generate more hard-ons during cleanup than any other two girls combined. Any time we can get a guy to come back for a second round of jacking himself off, we get a bonus. I made over $3,000 last week just wiping cum off of guy’s cocks and getting men to come back for seconds. And sometime thirds. I have one regular dude who comes every week and goes three times. He won’t let any girl in the place but me touch his cock.

Ariana – Not to brag, but I’m probably the sexiest looking cleanup girl at The Masturbatorium. I’ve got a killer body and a very exotic looking face. Nearly every regular who comes in asks for me but there is only so much of me to go around. There are guys dying to fuck me and they always sign up for a private room. They jack off and then when I come into the room for the cleanup, they offer me money to jack them off again, or give them a blowjob or even to let them fuck me. I’m talking big money. One guy offered me a thousand bucks to let him fuck me. The usual offer is anywhere from $100 to $300. But what I know, and they don’t, is every private room has a tiny concealed CCTV camera.

These guys can’t believe it when I turn them down. But I explain that for all I know they are a cop and if that was the case, not only would I lose my job, but the entire operation would be shut down. But since it’s hard to pass up that kind of money, I have some cards printed up with my phone number and an invite for a private session. I know that makes me a whore but between my regular job and the private sessions, I made over $200,000 last year. And I only give that card to guys who I wouldn’t mind fucking anyway.

Francine – I know a lot of the girls are turned off wiping up semen all day but personally I love it. I just wish I could sit right next to the customer while he’s jerking off and watch the juice squirt out of his dick. Since most of the guys can be seen while jerking off, by the day’s end, I have gotten to see a lot of different cocks spurting cum. But not up close. Sometimes, but not very often, a customer will cum a second time while I’m wiping down his dick. I really love that, but house rules are that as soon as a guy starts ejaculating, I have to let go of his cock. Most guys grab their dick and finish pumping out a load themselves. Management kind of looks the other way when this happens because everybody knows that this is always a possibility and nobody is to blame. When a hard cock is stimulated enough, cum is going to shoot. I do have one regular customer who does this every time he’s there. When I am wiping him down with a warm wet washcloth I always make an extra effort to rub the washcloth up and down a few times right on his frenulum. The rough texture of the washcloth always produces a second ejaculation. Management has told me to stop doing that because they want him to pay for a second session.

Josie – All the other girls call me The Size Queen because they know I really get off on cleaning up large cocks. But knowing that only ten percent of men have a cock that is 8” long or more, getting a crack at a cock that big is rare. However, I really appreciate any cock that is 7” or more. In a given week we might get fewer than ten guys with dicks that big. For me to get assigned to any of those big-dicked dudes was the luck of the draw. But most of the other girls don’t much care one way or the other, so when possible they will trade off to let me handle the guys with big cocks. There is one customer who shows up about once a week. He has a massive penis. It’s got to be in the 9” to 10” range. Even flaccid it’s huge. Because he is so unusual, every girl in the place wants to get a crack at him at least once. So far, I’ve only been with him twice. He’s easy to talk to and doesn’t mind talking about his huge cock. I made some crack about with him having a cock like that, what was he doing in here jerking off? He went on to tell me how much trouble it was finding girls willing to fuck him. As I wiped down that huge prick I was thinking how much I would like to try to get that thing inside me. Like Ariana, as well as several other girls, I had cards with my private phone number. As I wiped the bulging head of his prick with one of the warm, wet washcloths, I handed him the card and told him I would love to see if I could get that thing inside me.

Part III

More interviews with some of the young girls who work at The Masturbatorium. To refresh your memory, The Masturbatorium is a facility where men pay a fee to go inside and basically jerk-off in a semi-public atmosphere. The place has a team of young girls, most only 18 or 19, who attend to each customer once he has ejaculated. Their job is to clean up all the stray semen that has spurted from the patron’s cock, with loving attention paid to wiping up any cum from the now semi-flaccid penis.

While the girls are not specifically directed to bring on a fresh hard-on, this tends to happen when a warm wet washcloth is used to wipe each man’s dick clean. The girls are trained to grip the man’s cock with one hand while wiping it clean with the other. Once a new erection occurs, most men opt to pay an additional fee for a second jerk off session. Here is the result of some independent interviews with a few of the cleanup girls.

Sally – I took the job because I really needed the money. I had heard from Josie how much I could make. My dad is dead and I am living with my mother who has a terminal illness. When I told her what I would be doing, she was shocked to the core and begged me not to do it. But when I told her that most cleanup girls made between $2,000 and $3,000 a week and we needed that kind of money just to live on and pay her medical bills, she relented.

I told her I would be working at The Masturbatorium, which everybody in town knew existed, but I didn’t go into detail about what I would be doing. She wanted to know exactly what the job entailed. I told her that men came to the place and paid a fee for either a private room, a semi-private stall, or an open area. Once there, the men would masturbate themselves until they ejaculated. I assured her that I did not have to jack anybody off. Once a man had cum, one of the cleanup girls, like me, would carefully mop up all the semen from the guy’s body and also carefully wipe all the cum off his prick.

She wanted to know if what I was doing was legal and I assured it was. The fee the men paid for a cleanup was 100% legal. The only illegal act was if any of us girls actually jacked off one of the men or had any actual sexual contact. My mom couldn’t believe that it was legal for me to handle a guy;s cock and wipe semen off of his dick and body. I assured her it was or the place would have been immediately shut down by the authorities.

Karen – I was one of the first girls hired and for the first couple of months, business was pretty slow. We would only get five or six men a day. So I spent a lot of time sitting around reading a book or watching tv in the break room. I also thought the whole thing was pretty funny. I was getting paid to handle guy’s cocks which actually was kind of fun.

Then as word of mouth spread through town, more and more men were showing up. In fact it got so popular the owners had to redecorate part of the unused second floor into a waiting room. There were times when the place was packed with guys jerking off while ten or twelve men were in the waiting room. To put this in perspective, the place had twenty-four semi-private stalls, twelve private rooms and four chaise lounges in plain view. So when the place was full, that was forty men stroking their dicks and letting the cum fly. That’s a lot of cum and it was my job, along with all the other girls, to make sure it got all cleaned up. You might think spending an 8-hour shift wiping up semen was a disgusting thing to do, and while it was, I was surprised at how much I looked forward to handling so many different cocks in a day.

Because the time that a man spent varied depending upon how much time he had paid for, the number of dicks I got to handle in a shift was different every day. And because management eventually hired more than one girl per patron, that meant more than forty girls worked a shift. This was critical because to maintain fast turnover, as soon as a guy shot his load, there had to be a girl immediately available for cleanup so he could be moved out and replaced with one of the guys in the waiting room.
Nancy – I am the manager of the cleanup girls. With so many girls working, somebody has to ride herd over them and that was my job. Since the manager’s duties really were not a full time job, I still got to fill in as a cleanup girl, which I looked forward to. But management had a problem. As the place grew more and more popular, more guys wanted one of the only four chaise lounges centered in the middle of the main room. Most men started off with a private room. But then since many men enjoy showing off their cocks, they moved from a room to a stall. But I guess that still wasn’t enough to satisfy their exhibitionist tendencies and then they wanted to be in the center of the room. But with only four positions, this was a problem.

Management did not want to shut down the place to remodel, but there was still a large unused area on the second floor. So in a stroke of brilliance, they configured a room that featured three rows of chaise lounges with ten per row. This provided a total of thirty locations. But what was really brilliant was across from these thirty spots, they constructed a miniature grandstand that seated about sixty people. Between the jerk-off spots and the grandstand was a small stage area. For an entrance fee, anybody could come in, sit in the stands for up to a half hour, and watch thirty guys jacking off. And almost every jack-off spot was filled the entire day and evening. Each day a two hour period was set aside with a higher entrance fee, and management would stage a cum-shooting distance contest. Each man who wanted to compete would stand on the stage and jack off. The distance of his cumshot was measured and the guy who shot for the most distance won $100.

Sometimes this contest was different in that two guys at a time would stand next to each other, both jerking off together and shooting their loads as the viewing audience would clap and cheer. This new area was a huge success and was heavily attended by women. One other attraction that was popular was a dick measuring contest. A woman volunteer from the stands would be chosen to do the actual measuring with the winner getting $100. Usually only five or six guys participated because that was the usual number with large cocks. Winners were prohibited from competing again because a guy with a really big dick could win every week. The number of women volunteers grew each week because they obviously got a kick out of handling the five or six big cocks. Some of the women would attempt to masturbate a guy’s cock while measuring it but that was not allowed for obvious reasons. But phone numbers were exchanged between some of the contestants and the women volunteers.

Then once a year, a masturbate-a-thon was held. This was open to both men and women. The room was big enough that in addition to the original thirty chaise lounges, another twenty could be squeezed in providing a total of fifty participants. Each week, every chair was filled. And the viewing stand was also enlarged to hold about hundred people watching the action. As each male participant eventually ejaculated, a cleanup girl was immediately available. This continued until only one man was left and he got $1,000. Women could only participate but could not compete for the grand prize because, unlike a male ejaculation, there was no way to tell if woman had cum or not. But some women just like to massage their clits while a hundred voyeurs watched.

Francine – I hated the job as a cleanup girl. All that cum to deal with day after day. And a lot of the guys were fat, older men who I found disgusting. And they all tried to make conversation with me which was usually filthy and insulting. The worst was guys who wanted to talk about how much I loved cleaning up their dicks. They would then try to tell me how they liked me to wipe their dicks clean. Because I got paid to make these jerks happy, I always went along with their crap.

Then every so often, a nice young guy would come along and I would actually enjoy cleaning up his cum and wiping his dick clean. Originally I paid very little attention to the guy I was servicing. But as I was exposed to more and more of the good looking young nice guys, I found myself getting a bit more into what I was doing with the less desirable clients. And I found that I actually was learning to like it. As crazy as this sounds, I found that the guys who ejaculated large cum loads somehow started to turn me on. And I found that the more cum there was, the more I liked it. Where wiping up all that dick juice had been disgusting, I now even liked the way it smelled.

I even took a more tolerant attitude towards the old fat guys and would go along with conversation that I previously found vile and disgusting. Now as I would roll their foreskin back and wipe up any cum residue found there, I would tell them what a great dick they had and that I really loved wiping it clean. This turned out to be very smart of me because the more praise I heaped on a guy’s cock the bigger my tip was.

And my words of praise usually help bring on a second erection and a desire to pay for another stall so he could jerk off a second time. Each time a guy I was cleaning up did that, I received a bonus added to my paycheck. I was very successful and before I knew it, I had a great many customers asking for me by name.

It became a challenge for me to see how many bonuses I could pile up each day. Of course all it took was for me heap praise on the guy about what a great dick he had and how powerful his cumshot was and many other lies. And as I felt the guy’s cock start to harden, I knew I had more money headed to the bank.

Part IV

To refresh your memory, The Masturbatorium is a facility where men pay a fee to go inside and basically jerk-off in a semi-public atmosphere. The place has a team of young girls, most only 18 or 19, who attend to each customer once he has ejaculated. Their job is to clean up all the stray semen that has spurted from the patron’s cock, with loving attention paid to wiping up any cum from the now semi-flaccid penis.

Although the place was a huge success with guys lined up waiting in the lounge for their turn to pay to jack off, management was getting a lot of requests from regular patrons to allow the cleanup girls to actual jack them off. This obviously was not possible since it would be illegal.

However, the owners did come up with a great idea. They rented another empty industrial building in the same general area as The Masturbatorium but far enough away that there was no obvious connection. The new facility had no signage and entrance was made only by members. A key card on the outside gained you entrance to a lobby where you had to pass a visual inspection to make sure you were the person actually holding a membership. Members could not bring any friends with them. And membership was by invitation only and invitations were only extended to regular attendees of The Masturbatorium who were known to have no connection to law enforcement.

Referred to informally as “the jerk club,” the place did not actually have a name. Membership cards only identified it as “The Club.”

Members had to call ahead and make a reservation and they could request a specific girl to service their needs. Many of the girls had graduated from their positions as cleanup girls at The Masturbatorium where they eagerly accepted the new job which paid huge money.

An annual membership fee was $5,000 and then each visit was an additional $500. The high prices kept out the riff-raff, not that anyone of that ilk would ever be invited to be a member. After a year of operation the place had over 600 members and growing every day.

The cost was steep by layman’s standards, but the membership was made up men from the upper strata of society. Paying $500 was like pocket change to these guys. Sure they could go to the local massage parlor and get jerked off for far less. But the club was a beautifully appointed facility with expensive furnishings and high end art on the walls. Each individual room was furnished as lavishly as any millionaire’s own home. Plus each girl who worked there looked like they could have stepped off the pages of Playboy. A huge step up from a typical massage parlor girl who was usually an Asian who couldn’t speak much English.

Here are some comments from some of the girls who worked at the Club.

Jill – I had worked at The Masturbatorium for a couple of years and I was one of the most popular girls there. When I was approached about the Club, I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement before management would even discuss what the job was. When they told me that I would be masturbating rich, high-end dudes, at first I was a bit put-off since I guess that would make me a prostitute. But when I was told that I would likely double my present income, that piqued my interest. The clincher was I didn’t have to do the semen cleanup unless I wanted to. After I jacked the guy off, then an actual cleanup girl would come in and perform the same duties that I had been doing at The Masturbatorium.
I had already been handling guy’s dicks for a paycheck. How much different could this new job be?

On my first day at the Club I was shocked at how luxurious each room was. A fully stocked complimentary bar was on hand along with a 75” flat screen TV that featured an endless array of XXX videos that could be personally selected by the member. Some older guys needed a little extra help getting hard and ejaculating.

Stacks of expensive towels and washcloths were on hand and the king size bed had high end luxurious linens waiting to be stained with cum.

Sylvia – When I was hired, I was told that I only had to jack off the members but if a member wanted more, such as a blowjob or full intercourse, that was totally up to me. I quickly learned that some members had no trouble asking for a blowjob as they handed me money. The amount varied but was never less than $200 and could be as much as $500. The amount went up if they wanted me to fuck them. I usually held out for a minimum of $500 for a fuck but one rich old bastard just gave me $1,000 in cash right up front. The old fucker was a pretty good lay. He had a large cock that still could get as hard as a bar of steel and he enjoyed pounding that thing into my pussy as hard as he could. It could be a bit uncomfortable but, hey, that thousand bucks was non-taxable, so a bit of discomfort was no big deal. He must have enjoyed it because he came back every other week for a repeat performance for another grand.

I probably ended up blowing about half my regular customers. And probably fucked about 10 or 15% of them. So the bucks were rolling in. The club paid me $300 for each member I serviced. I usually limited the number of members I would handle to five or six a day. The fee the member’s paid gave them an hour of my time. Considering I had to freshen up between each session, six was about all I could handle on an eight hour shift. Although my services to members varied, I was still raking in around $3,000 a day.

One other thing, if any member got abusive to any of the girls, either verbally or physically, their membership was immediately revoked with no refunds. This was made abundantly clear when they signed up, and as far as I know, nobody had ever been kicked out. Some guys acted up a bit if they had too much to drink, but never to the point where I felt I had to report them.

Polly – One of the things I appreciated about the majority of the members was when they showed up, I could usually tell they had recently stepped out of the shower and had nice clean clothes on. I previously had a short stint in a local massage parlor and I sure couldn’t say that about that place’s clientele. In fact that’s why I moved on. I guess you could call me a cleanliness freak. So I was right at home at the Club.

I guess some of the members talked to one another and I developed the reputation as giving the best blowjobs of any of the girls who worked there. So I was in high demand. Since members had to call ahead and make reservations, the list of guys waiting to shove their dicks down my throat was quite long. One of the richer members had somehow gained a standing reservation for me for every Friday at 2 PM. Like clockwork the dude showed up every week. My standing fee was a thousand bucks and I guess I gave pretty good blowjobs because members were standing in line for my oral services. Part of the reason I gave such good blowjobs was because I truly loved to suck cocks. And I also really got off on taking loads down my throat. I happily swallowed as much cum as a guy could produce. Even after he had finished cumming, I would keep sucking trying to coax out every single drop of jism.

Because I was making so much money, I had cut back to doing only four guys a day. This disappointed a lot of guys. Due to the backlog, some of them were waiting a couple of weeks to get their cocks sucked.

Natalie – One of my regulars is a dot-com millionaire, maybe even a billionaire. His name is Steve and he always requests me because he likes ‘em young. And I’m only 21. On a recent session he hit me with a proposal that I couldn’t turn down. He wanted me to come to his house for a threesome with him and his wife Pat. He said this would be an all-day affair with non-stop sex. My fee? A cool $5,000 in cash. How could I refuse?

It turned out to be a fantastic experience. Steve had made his money at an early stage of his life and was only 42 and his drop dead beautiful wife Pat was ten years younger. I’ve never been much into women but for that kind of money it was “gay for pay.”

We literally did everything sexual that could be done including my first anal experience which was better than I expected. Pat was down for anything. In fact while Steve was fucking my ass, he pulled out and she took over sucking his dick. That kind of grossed me out but she seemed to love it.
Before the day was over, Steve had ejaculated five different times. I was the beneficiary of most of his cum, probably because I was “fresh meat.” Pat didn’t seem to mind. Her attitude was as long as it made Steve happy, she was fine with it.

About a month later, Steve approached me about a repeat performance. But he introduced a new wrinkle. The Masturbatorium also employed several younger men for those members whose interests lay in that direction. Steve had Frankie, a very good looking 22 year old guy with a very athletic body and an extremely attractive cock, join us for the next session. I knew Frankie was bisexual so I rightfully assumed I would get my share of his dick. I did, but the majority of Frankie’s efforts were directed to Pat who obviously got off on sucking him dry several times during the day or alternately riding his cock to multiple orgasms. Of course that meant Steve was thrusting his big prick up my cunt and spurting semen inside me several times during the day. Then either Frankie or Pat would get between my legs and suck the jism out of my vagina.

It was soon apparent that Steve was bi-sexual as he had Frankie’s cock down his throat almost as much as Pat did. In fact at one point the two of them were trading Frankie’s dick back and forth like a shared lollypop. And while they were doing that, I was sucking Steve’s cock.

Steve and Frankie would put their cocks together and Pat and I would take turns either jerking both dicks together or sucking them both. Pat had no trouble getting both dickheads in her mouth at the same time. I struggled with it at first but soon was simultaneously sucking away on both cocks. I was even able to get both men to shoot their loads into my mouth, almost at the same time. It was a lot of cum but somehow I managed.

I lost count of the number of ejaculations but I think both Steve and Frankie shot their load at least five or six times before the day was out. We started at 10 AM and finally gave up due to total exhaustion around midnight. I was very impressed at how both men could get rock hard erections with minimal downtime between ejaculations.

Heidi – I had only been working at the Club for a few months when one of the younger fat cats (he was in his fifties and married with kids) wanted me to become his mistress. His name as Dan. The deal was he would put me up in a high rise luxury apartment, lease a Mercedes roadster for me, and provide an allowance of $100,000 tax free money a year. With no rent check to pay and no car payment, I could live high on the hog for a hundred grand.

I had to be available to him for sex 24/7 and I was not allowed to have a relationship of any kind with any other men. The 24/7 thing kind of turned out to be a joke because between trying to run his very successful company and be a husband and father, he had very little time for me. If I was lucky I might see him for an hour or two one or two times a week. And those sessions were always rushed. I spent most of my time sitting around watching TV or reading a book. I also spent time shopping. The absolute worst part of the arrangement were the holidays. While he was enjoying Christmas or Thanksgiving with his family and friends, I sat home alone, usually crying my eyes out.

I was sorely tempted to hit a nightclub or two and hook up with some young stud who would fuck my brains out or even spend the night with me. I was tired of sleeping alone. But for all I knew Dan could have somebody watching me. His company had a large security staff and it wouldn’t have surprised me if men had been assigned to keep an eye on me.

I was not happy with my life but what could I do. If I left Dan I would lose this fabulous apartment and my Mercedes, not to mention the $100,000 a year allowance. I would be lucky to make half that plus I would have to pay taxes on it.

(Author’s note: My second wife and I lived in a luxury high rise apartment. Our next door neighbor was in the exact some situation as Heidi. And she felt the same way about it. She knew Dan was never going to leave his wife and kids and at some point she would be too old for him to continue keeping her on as his mistress. She was already 31 years old and still a knockout. Here’s an interesting side note. One weekend my wife and I were on the back deck of our boat at the marina having a drink and here came Heidi down the dock with who I assume was Dan. There was a big yacht tied up at the end of the dock with a party in full swing, which is where they were going. But the capper was another couple was with them and the man was Dean Martin of Martin and Lewis fame.)

Part V

Interviews with some of the men who visited The Masturbatorium and the private club.

Jeff – I heard about The Masturbatorium about a week after it opened. I didn’t get it. Why pay money to go in there and jerk off when I can do it for free at home? After about a year, I talked to a buddy named Jack who was going there twice a week. So I asked him, what was the big appeal that it was worth paying to go there?

His answer surprised me. First, he said that he, like many guys, had an exhibitionist streak. He got off on jacking off with people watching. The Masturbatorium had recently expanded into a new area on the second floor where Jack had guys stretched out on chaise lounges on either side of him whacking away while he stroked his own dick. Plus the management had installed a grandstand where up to sixty people could sit want watch a bunch of guys shooting their spunk.

But Jack said the best part was the cleanup girls. He said they were all young, fresh out of high school, and every freaking one of them was great looking. They were clothed, but wore outfits similar to Hooters girls. He said that after he had ejaculated one of the girls would immediately be at his side with wet, warm washcloths and she would pay an unbelievable amount of attention to cleaning all the cum off of his body, but the way they handled his cock was even more amazing and satisfying.

He said he was not circumcised, so the cleanup girl would roll his foreskin back and then use her bare fingers to wipe out any semen collected below his dickhead. Then she would follow up with the warm, wet washcloth. Nine times out of ten, by the time she was finished, his dick would be rock hard. Half the time he would immediately pay for a second private jackoff session, just so he could get handled by one of the cleanup girls after he shot his second load.

Jack made it sound so inviting that I just had to give it a try. Now I am a regular there at least once a week. And it definitely beats jacking off at home and cleaning up my own mess.

Gabriel – I was invited by The Masturbatorium manager to join the private club they maintained at a separate location. This was all hush-hush and I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement before they would give me the details. Invitations were only extended to the very wealthy which I was fortunate enough to qualify as.

The reason everything was so secretive was because the place was marginally illegal. But maybe not since it was a private club. But I’m pretty sure providing sex partners for hire is not legal, even in a private club.

The annual membership fee was $5,000 and each visit to the club would cost me $500. This bought me a full hour with some of the most beautiful young girls that one could imagine. The $500 got me a delightful handjob, but there was more available to me if I wanted to tip the girl directly. Anything other than getting jerked off was strictly between me and the girl. Depending on the time of day, there were twenty to thirty girls to choose from.

I was married but it was a loveless communion. We both pretty much led our own separate lives. Divorce would cost me too much money. Jeff Bezos of Amazon gave up $32 billion to his ex-wife. I’m not in that league but a divorce would cost me millions of dollars.

So I got my jollies in a number of different ways. But the private club was a real bargain by my standards. I could go there twice a week, pick out some teen-aged beauty, pay her a thousand bucks to fuck her, and walk away clean. It beat the shit out of a regular paid mistress who I would no doubt be tired of after a few months. I might end up blowing a hundred thousand bucks a year fucking girls at the club but that was literally pocket change to me.

I will admit that I was partial to one little beauty at the club and I made it a point to try to fuck her at least once a week. Then for variety, I would go to the club a second time each week and pick a different girl each time. I worked my way through the whole staff until I had fucked every girl who worked there at least once. Where else could a man get that much variety in his sex life, especially considering every one of the girls was a ten?

Hugh – I’m definitely a high roller and also bisexual. Like my buddy Gabriel, I don’t mind spending a lot of money at the private club. But I like to mix things up. The club also had a few young guys on staff. When I say young, I’m talking early twenties. These young men were available for the same hour long $500 sessions just like the girls were. Although I would go for a girl the majority of my visits, once in a while I would pick one of the boys to be with. The $500 included a handjob. Anything more was negotiated with the boy.

I don’t know where management found these kids, but every one of them had at least 7-inches of man meat between their legs. I loved to suck on a big thick cock. And for a generous tip, these guys would go 69 with me and suck my dick with amazing talent. Ass fucking was also available, both giving or receiving, but cost way more than a blowjob. I had to be in a certain mood to do anal. But I did sometimes enjoy fucking a boy’s tight ass while I did a reach around and jacked his prick. It was difficult to get the timing just right but every once in a while I would shoot the guy’s ass full of cum at the same time that I got his cock to start spurting.

Then a couple of cleanup girls would show up while the two of us lay side by side with our cocks dripping cum. The girls would go to work and have us completely semen free after a few minutes. Depending on my mood, sometimes I would beat the girls to it and clean up my partner by sucking all the jism off of his prick.

Stuart – I decided to try The Masturbatorium, mainly because I am an exhibitionist and there are very few legal ways that I could jack off for an audience. I really got off on being watched while pounding my prick to a cum eruption so I always opted for the upstairs room where up to sixty people could watch me jack off, not counting all my fellow jackers lined up next to me.

I really got off on producing monster cums. I won the cum distance shooting contest several times. My trick was edging. The day before I planned to attend The Masturbatorium, I would jack my dick for several hours. Stopping just short of cumming. Then I would repeat this for a couple of hours before heading to the facility. Then I would pay the fee for an hour of additional jacking. The grandstands never had less than twenty or thirty people during the evening. I always made it a point to be in the first row of chaise lounges so I was only a scant distance away from the avid watchers. It was surprising how many of the men in the grandstands would take their cocks out and slowly stroke while watching me and my jerkmates going to town on our own cocks. The women in the grandstands could be more discreet about it, but many of them rubbed their clits. Some I’m sure to multiple orgasms.

Anyway, about ten minutes before my hour was up, I would speed up my jacking and really go to town. When my orgasm finally hit, the semen shot out of my prick with amazing force and in great volume as well. The people sitting in the first row of the grandstand were all voyeurs who had seen me spurt before and they knew what was coming. My first couple of spurts carried the four or five feet to the first row of watchers and splattered on their shoes and pants legs. Some of these viewers were practiced masturbators themselves and were furiously jacking their own cocks while watching me. Several of them could miraculously time their ejaculations to match mine. So streams of cum were simultaneously shooting back and forth across the little stage. This always got a huge round of applause from the people in the stands. Even some of my fellow jackers would stop beating their own meat long enough to watch the cum shooting display.

Management set aside a two hour period each day for special events like a cum shooting contest, a dick measuring contest, and the one that I really loved was called a sword fighting contest. But the swords were our dicks.

We would choose off amongst ourselves matching up similar cock sizes. Me and a partner would stand on the little stage, both with similar sized cocks, fully erect, and start slapping our cocks against each other. A hard dick can take a pretty good beating without it hurting very much. You would be surprised what an entertaining performance this could be with two raging hard-ons slapping against one another. I know the viewers loved it.

Although it didn’t happen every time, sometimes one of us would be stimulated enough to achieve orgasm. When that happened to me, I would spray semen all over my partner’s cock and balls and I would wave my dick around enough that a few stray jets of semen found its way to the onlookers. The fans loved it and when they saw semen spurting from a dick, its owner got a standing ovation.

I hope the cleanup girls who had to tidy up the stage got a bonus payment because they also had to clean up any cum left on the grandstand by overly excited watchers.
(Note this is 100% a fantasy.)

Part VI

If you have been following The Masturbatorium series you will know that the facility has one large area set aside where up to 30 men on three rows of ten each can jack off while a viewing stand seating up to sixty people is usually filled with people who want to watch. Both the jerkers and the viewers pay a fee to participate.

Here are some interesting observations from some of the viewers.

George – I actually wanted to be one of the guys jerking off but didn’t have the balls to do it. But I wanted to get a feel for what it was like so I paid to sit in the viewing stand. This was in the early days and seating was first come, first served. But as the popularity grew, you literally had to make a reservation in advance and they charged a premium for the first two rows.

In the early days, guys in the stands were taking their cocks out and jerking off right along with the guys on display. Management soon put a stop to that although you could pay even more of a premium and be allowed to jerk off in the viewing area while watching the naked guys beating their meat. This did cause some problems and at first management made us viewers sign a waiver that we understood that we might get sprayed with semen by one of the viewers jacking off. But this too got out of hand and eventually a section of the viewing stand was roped off and reserved for guys who wanted to masturbate.

After my third visit to the viewing stand I finally got the balls enough to participate fully nude and on display for everybody. Plus it was cheaper than a seat in the viewing stand.

Fawn – I didn’t see much upside as a woman to being one of the nude masturbators on display. A few women did do this but I think it was just so they could get a close look at all the guys stroking their dicks. But I did like the idea of sitting in the viewing stands and watching the guys jerk off and cum. My favorite part of that was the period they set aside each day for the cm shooting contest, the dick measuring contest, and the cock sword fights. These all took place right on the stage and if you sat in the front row, you were only two or three feet from the participants. I always made it a point to pay for a reserved seat front and center. I had to book a spot weeks in advance but it was worth it.

This is going to sound odd, but we all have certain strange preferences when it comes to sex. But my favorite part was after the guys on the stage had cum, they would be standing there naked right in front of me with their dicks starting to wilt but still a decent size. Before the cleanup girls could get there, the guy’s dicks would still be dripping some cum. I loved seeing that. Sometimes a guy might use his thumb and forefinger and literally milk stray strands of jism out of his dick. I just wanted to drop to my knees and lap that cum off of his dick.

Jessie – My favorite thing to see as a spectator were the sword fights. The guys who took part in these fights were almost always young (20’s or 30’s) with athletic bodies and massive cocks. Somehow their cocks seemed to be harder than normal and when they would start slapping each other’s meat with those monster cocks, I literally could feel my juices running down my thigh.

Every so often while punishing each other’s cocks, one guy would experience an involuntary orgasm and streams of cum would blast out and cover the other guy’s dick. Not only his dick but his balls, stomach and thighs. Even a lucky viewer might get splashed with some semen.

On the most memorable day of my life, I had paid for a front row center seat. The two sword fighters were both drop dead gorgeous men bulging with muscles and with the two of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen. My panties were wet before they even started slapping their dicks together. Once they got into it, these guys were over the top. Seeing those two humongous pricks slamming against one another was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

And then the most amazing thing happened. One guy slammed his dick against the other guy’s cock and when he did, a huge spurt of semen shot out, I had seen that before but then I got the icing on the cake when the other guy also started squirting one of the most impressive cum shots I’d ever seen. The best part? Much of it landed on me. But with both cocks now spurting impressive loads, and both cocks waving around all over the place, it was a cum explosion. Three or four of us in the front row got splattered but the two men got drenched. When it was all over they both had gobs of semen dripping from their bodies. What a beautiful sight.

Two cleanup girls rushed to the stage and watching them handle those two pricks while wiping them clean was almost as hot as seeing the cum spurting out. Two more girls attempted to wipe off the cum that had landed on me and the other viewers. My girl was very apologetic but I told her I loved it. I told her I would love to cleanup one of those cocks with my tongue, and she said “Me too.”

Jim – I was one of the first guys in the viewing stand to take my prick out of my pants and masturbate right along with all the naked guys on display. I’ve got no problem showing my dick as it is quite impressive in size with a bulbous head that drive the women crazy.

The second time I did it, there was an attractive 30-something woman sitting next to me. I saw her eyes light up when she got a look at my cock that was already rock-hard. While I was getting off watching all the nude guys jacking their dicks, my seatmate was focused on my cock. Finally she offered to give me a hand. And I told her to go ahead. She grabbed my dick and started furiously jacking me off. I was in hard-on heaven. Several of the guys we were watching, who were on display, started cumming. It was too much for me. I was wearing sweat pants with no underwear for easy access to my dick, plus a T-shirt. I had never been jacked off in public before and believe me, it’s one helluva turn-on. The room we were in was very well lit, so nothing was hidden from view.

My seatmate was pounding my cock unmercifully and it felt fantastic. Getting jacked off with so many people watching, plus in turn, I was watching several hard pricks shooting their loads on the stage, was more than I could handle. With no warning my prick started gushing out cum that coated my t-shirt and sweat pants. Most of it shot up onto my T-shirt. The front of it was soaked through with semen.
One of my more spectacular cumshots. My jackmate kept pumping until every last drop of cum was released from my cock and balls. Then she wiped her hands on my sweat pants. I sat there dazed from the amazing orgasm I just experienced with my prick still drooling some stray strands of jism.

I realized everybody was looking at me and now I was embarrassed. I pulled my pants up and headed for the door. One of the girls who worked there, whose job it was to monitor what the viewers were doing, stopped me and told me that it was ok to jack myself off but allowing somebody else to do it was forbidden. She said she didn’t see what I was doing until after I ejaculated, but if I was ever observed again, I would be banned for life.

I apologized and told her I would never do it again and headed for my car, which fortunately was parked fairly close to the door. Only two girls who were headed into The Masturbatorium saw me, and must have wondered why I was covered in jism from head to toe.

Joe – I was too shy to expose my naked body and jack my cock in The Masturbatorium where I could be seen by everybody. I knew they had private rooms but that didn’t appeal to me since I could jack off privately at home for free. I didn’t know then about he cleanup girls which was definitely something I couldn’t get at home. And as I later learned, well worth the entrance fee.

So like a lot of other shy guys, I paid for a seat in the viewing stands where I could watch up to 30 guys doing exactly what I wanted to do but didn’t have the nerve to do it.

When I attended the viewing area I was surprised that about 30% of the viewers were women. But after thinking about it, I knew a lot of girls and women liked to watch guys jack off and cum. After I settled into my seat, I realized that the guys sitting on each side of me had their dicks out and were slowly stroking them. I looked around and although I couldn’t see everybody, it looked like half the guys in the viewing stand were jacking their cocks. This seemed kind of crazy because it cost way more to be in the viewing stand than it did to lay on one of the chaise lounges totally naked and beat your meat while being watched.

But I understood it after thinking about it. You were much less exposed just taking your dick out in the viewing stands than being totally naked and jacking off for up to sixty people watching.

The more I watched my two seatmates working over their cocks, the more my inhibitions started to fall away. And after about ten minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. My dick was already rock hard. My cock is pretty big and since it was fully hard, I knew I was going to have a helluva time getting it fished out through my fly. So I just said “Fuck it,” and slid my slacks and underwear down to my thighs and let the monster roam free.

I got some admiring looks and comments from my seatmates. My dick was substantially longer and thicker than either of theirs. I started to stroke my dick when one of the guys asked if I had paid for a 30 minute session or 45 minutes. I told him the full 45 minutes and he suggested I take it easy and just edge my dick making it last the full time period I paid for.

While slowly stroking my cock I watched the guys on display jacking their cocks. All thirty positions had somebody pumping away. Every few minutes a guy would cum and a cleanup girl would run to his position and starting wiping his dick and balls clean. As soon as she was finished, she would escort him to the changing room and his seat would be immediately filled by a new guy. Every once in a while one of those horny bastards would cum a second time while having his cock wiped clean.
Suzanna – I love to see guys jack their dicks and shoot their loads. My best girl friend told me about this place where I could pay some money and sit in a viewing stand and watch as many as thirty guys beating their meat. And it was all legal. So I had to check it out.

I didn’t really think it through and ended up arriving during a slack time. The evenings were best, I learned later, as every slot was filled. When I got seated, maybe half of the thirty chaise lounges had guys lying on them whacking away. Still seeing fifteen hard dicks being pounded was exciting. The viewing stand was also about half empty. But a couple of guys got up from the front row and left so I sat down in their spot. This was before you had to pay a premium and reserve a spot on the front row.

A good looking young kid sat down next to me. He had to be at least 18 to get in the place. I’m mid-thirties but am considered very attractive with a good body. The boy introduced himself as Stan and then proceeded to unzip his pants and pull out his cock. It was only about half hard. I was a bit shocked as I really wasn’t expecting that something like that would happen. But then I looked around the viewing stand and most of the guys had their dicks out. Wow, I thought, this is going to be more interesting than I realized.

As Stan lazily stroked his penis, it started to enlarge and before long the kid was sporting the biggest dick I had ever seen and it looked so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it.

I’m pretty bold and don’t mince my words. I asked Stan if he planned to ejaculate and he replied that I could count on it. Then I asked where he planned to shoot his cum and he pulled out a large washcloth from his pocket and told me that when he entered and paid his fee they asked if he planned to jack off and when he said he was, they gave him the cloth to shoot into. He had two, one to shoot into and one to wipe down after.

I was really looking forward to watching him cum since he was sitting right next to me. So I had to divide my attention between the group on display whacking away on all those hard cocks and my boy Stan rubbing one out right beside me. Stan was in no hurry to spurt his load and during the time I was watching him, four of the guys on the display floor had orgasmed and been thoroughly mopped up by the cleanup girls. As they left, two new guys took two of the spots. None of the guys on the floor had a dick as appealing as Stan’s nor near as big. So I found myself focusing on his great looking dick.

He had paid for a 30 minute visit and when his time was almost up, he kicked his stroking up to another gear and really went to town. He was beating the hell out of that magnificent prick that by now was a bright red. The skin on the head was stretched so tight it looked like it was about to burst.

His dick did burst but not in that way. He held the washcloth in front of his dick and one of the most powerful cumshots I’ve ever seen blasted out, followed by many more. The jism just kept spurting out as he tried to capture as much as possible. He got most of it but some did drip onto the viewing stand foot rest. When he finally stopped cumming, he fell back, breathing hard and totally exhausted. I plucked the remaining clean washcloth from him and started to wipe the excess cum off of his dick.

I figured it was OK to do this as long as I didn’t do anything overtly sexual. I did roll his foreskin back and forth a few times to make sure I got all the semen wiped off. Finally he stuffed his wilted prick back in his pants, thanked me, and left. I was a little annoyed at his abrupt departure but did run into him at the place again and we traded phone numbers. I have had Stan visit me at my apartment a number of times and we’ve found many other uses for that terrific piece of meat he’s packing.

(Author’s Note – This is the final installment of this fantasy series.)

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Apology From 13-Year-Old Brother

(Note that while this memoir recounts interaction between two underage brothers, it should in no way encourage acting out with anyone below the legal age. Any such thoughts should remain only in your fantasy life. What many adults don’t realize is that even seemingly simple sexual acts with youngsters can have surprisingly strong, life-long, negative psychological consequences.)

Another story from a client. This boy is kind of a prodigy, and my youngest client.

Last year, when I was 15, my dang-blasted 13-year-old brother, who I love deeply, but who used to flummox me at every turn, borrowed the front quick release mechanism from my bike – and didn’t tell me. Later that day, I rode my bike out of the garage, got about 20 feet down the driveway, and crashed all over the place as my front wheel lodged sideways in the fork. I bruised the back of my right hand, but otherwise wasn’t really hurt. But I was mad. It took me like ten seconds to figure out what had happened.

I came gunning for Kent. I think I was actually planning to hurt him. The thought pains me now, but in that very moment, I was not feeling brotherly at all!

I found him in his bedroom playing Nintendo stark naked. It was a warm day, and my parents, who are actually rather wealthy, would not let us turn up the air conditioning. They are kind of funny about spending money.

Anyway… There he was in his room, nude as usual, as was our custom.

Our parents were fine with that. We’ve all seen each other naked many times, even with boners. Well, not my mother, of course. But Kent, I, and my dad have all sported wood at one time or another, and it’s fine.

My parents have had the ‘birds and bees’ talks with us, and I think they know I masturbate, which is OK with me, but kind of embarrassing to think about in a way.

I’ve never seen them do anything sexual, although I’m sure they must – in their bedroom or somewhere, I guess. They do hug and kiss a lot. I mean a real lot!

So Kent was there with his little hairless three-inch woodie sticking straight up from his cross-legged sitting position on the floor, looking kind of well, cute, innocent?

As I’ve done some times in the past when I have been mad at him, I melted. I couldn’t yell at him as I was planning. In fact, my mouth was already open, and I had been rehearsing some choice words as I stepped through his open doorway. But instead, I just showed him the small damage on the back of my hand without a word. He knew right away what had happened.

He said, “Oh, oh, I meant to tell you that I had borrowed that bike part.”

I don’t know if it was his erection and his all-smooth little self that did this to me, or just what, but I was somehow a bit horned up. And you know how you’ll make inappropriate jokes, or generally make a fool of yourself if you are too horny. So, foolishly, I said, “Kent, now I can’t jerk off,” even though the damage to my hand was insignificant.

I guess it wasn’t too embarrassing to say that, really. He had caught me in the act two or three times although he had never seen me actually ejaculate. And I had seen him playing with himself, although not actually masturbating in the classic sense. I don’t think he had ever really done that yet, and hadn’t been able to ejaculate.

Kent, being the little angel he is, immediately said, “Jamie, I apologize! And don’t worry about the jerking off problem. I’ll jerk you off!”

I was flabbergasted, not flummoxed, for a change! So I took off my shorts and climbed onto his bed.

I wasn’t concerned in the slightest about taking my shorts off in front of him. But, as I reclined on top of his bedspread, and started to get erect, I started to feel kind of ‘funny.’ I can’t quite explain it. It was some sort of cross between embarrassment and pride. Like, ‘should I be growing a boner in front of my little brother?’

But, I really liked the moment he wrapped his rather tiny hand around my dick. It immediately felt warm, and, well… right. I was proud of how large my penis was compared to his. I usually didn’t care much for the small tuft of dark brown hairs growing around the base of my penis, but in that moment, I was very happy for him to see the hairs up close.

He started squishing my balls around, and I had to tell him to stop that. It felt almost on the verge of pain, as he was squeezing just a bit too hard, even though I didn’t lose my erection in the slightest. Then, he started wanking me up and down, and I had to tell him to slow down. He thought he had to go like a hundred miles per hour. First of all, I wanted it to last at least a couple of minutes. But also, he was pulling on the skin too hard, and it kind of pinched. After I showed him what to do, he became an empathetic genius. It’s almost as if he naturally knew exactly how to make me feel just right.

I spurted much too soon. When I came, he was fascinated by my sperm as it poured out all over his small fist. I don’t think he had ever seen a real, live ejaculation up close, or at all. Perhaps on the Internet, I don’t know.

Then, I did him. I found his little marble-like testicles in his evenly patterned snow-white scrotum fascinating. I was worried about squeezing them too hard, but he actually wanted me to massage them rather firmly. His penis was surprisingly small, but also surprisingly solid. Also warm. I moved his slight foreskin (circumcised, like me) up and down gently at first, and eventually worked my way into full-on stroking.

Because his dick was so small, I didn’t wrap my fist around it, but rather held it between thumb and forefinger. This went on for a while, then he said ‘Oh, keep doing that!” He then squirmed around quite a bit. He didn’t cum, but I think he orgasmed. He said he did. He also said he had felt that once or twice before, but never as ‘excellent’ as that, as he called it.

At the time, I wasn’t even sure if he knew what an orgasm was. Was he faking, just to make me feel like I had done something good for him? Or, was he really feeling an honest-to-goodness orgasm? I really couldn’t tell.

Over the next few days, I became very curious about that. A few days later, very much wondering about his evident inability to produce sperm yet, I carefully crafted a conversation around what had happened, hoping I could somehow talk him into doing it again.

In like two seconds, he told me that he really wanted to do it again. Well, that was alright with me!

With him laying on top of his bedspread, I jerked him off while pressing my first two fingers against his perineum, the area between his anus and under his scrotum, and after a few minutes, while watching his face scrunch all up, I felt the contractions. That’s when I knew he was having as much fun as I was.

After he came, I smelled my fingers which had been so near his ass, and to my astonishment, they smelled sweet. A very nice smell.

We have since jerked each other off many times. We have learned much from ProWank, including about prostate massage, and have been practicing that. My parents have a strict Internet policy.

They say we can ‘study’ as much sex as we want on the Internet, but only from two sources. One is Wikipedia, the other is ProWank.

Although they’re too tight with money, we love our parents, so we pretty much always respect their wishes.

Regarding the prostate massage, at first we didn’t know that you should use some sort of oil, and so it was difficult at first, but still enjoyable. Now, we use coconut oil and we’re old pros at it. His ass still smells sweet, especially combined with the coconut oil.

Recently, Kent has developed like three hairs coming out of the intersection of his penis and lower belly above his little balls. He also sort of ejaculates now. Oh, it’s only one little clear drip, but it’s progress!

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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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Martina And Me

by Spurtz

A few years ago I posted a notice on the masturbation bulletin board on The Masturbation Page site about a proposed group jack in my area. I ended up with seven guys who said they would attend. So last Saturday we had the session. As usual on these things, we had a lot of no shows. It ended up myself, three guys, and one of my gf’s. She is a real hot little number and after we all got naked, she took turns jacking each cock. She would stroke each guy’s cock and balls for about five minutes and then move on to the next guy. She went around the room about four or five times giving each guy’s cock some fabulous stroke action. She liberally lubed up each prick. Then when we were all bursting ready to cum, she had each of us, one at a time, lay on the sofa and she got between our legs and jacked us to orgasm. It was totally hot.

Then on Sunday morning, I checked my e-mail and had a message from a gal named Martina who had seen my bulletin board post. She said her fantasy had long been to be part of a group jack off and was anything planned? I barely had the heart to tell her she was one day late. She was disappointed but e-mailed me back with lots of questions. When I told her how things had gone, she said she wasn’t sure she would want to actually jack anybody off. Her thing was watching a group of guys jack their cocks while she masturbated her clit and worked her pussy with a vibrator.

One thing led to another and we traded phone numbers. As big as L.A. is, it turned out that she lived only about 20 minutes from me. So we got on the phone and started some very, very sexy talk about masturbation and the group jack. She then asked me if she could get together with my gf and I and we would all watch each other masturbate. I told her I would ask my gf. I hung up the phone, called my gf and she was all for it. So we planned to do it Tuesday night at my house. Martina told me that she wouldn’t mind watching me and my gf go all the way if we were up for it and I said that would be great and would she want to join in but she said she just wanted to watch and masturbate her clit and frig herself with her vibrator.

On Monday my gf called to tell me she got her period and could we postpone it until this coming Saturday night. So I called Martina and told her this. She was cool with it but then asked if just the two of us could still hook up Tuesday and watch each other get off. I told her that I would have to clear it with the gf who is ultra liberal and of course, she told me to go for it.

So last night Martina showed up at my door. She had sent me her picture and I already knew she was attractive but her picture did not come close to doing her justice. She was very, very pretty with a nice body and a healthy rack. I showed her around my house, which if I do say so myself is quite appealing. She was very impressed and really liked it. Then we got on my computer and looked at some really hot porn. She had some particular interests that I was able to find some great film clips of and before you know it, she is telling me she is totally wet. Of course by then my pants are tenting.

We then went to my bedroom, which I had already set up with some candles, and the DVD of 1001 Cum Shots 2 playing on my 40″ TV. We stripped down and got on the bed. She had told me in advance that the ground rules were masturbation only. No fucking or sucking. So I started to stroke my already hard cock and she started rubbing her pussy. She said she wanted to see my cock up close. I am partially cut but still have enough foreskin to cover about half the head when hard. I had told her about this on the phone and now she wanted to see it up close. So I presented my hard cock to her right in front of her face and proceeded to slide the foreskin back and forth. She grabbed a bottle of lube and dripped some along the top of my cock and then wrapped her hand around it and started stroking.

This sort of surprised me because from the ground rules she had set, I wasn’t’ sure if there would be any mutual touching. So I put one hand down to her pussy and started fingering her. She was already sopping wet. We masturbated each other for a while and then she lay back and spread her legs and pulled her lips apart and asked me what I thought. She had one of those perfect pussies with lips like petals and of course they glistened with her moisture. I told her she had a great looking pussy. Her pussy looked so damned good I had to go down on her….which sent her into all kinds of moans and groans.

After a few minutes of this, I was then kneeling between her legs with the tip of my cock just inches from her pussy. I wanted to put it in her so bad I could hardly stand it but figured that was a no-no. Then she spread her legs even wider, rubbed her clit and spread her lips and I figured she wanted penetration. So I nosed my prick around on her pussy and tried to slip it in but she pulled away and said that I couldn’t do that. I apologized and said I had misinterpreted her actions so I just rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit and all over her clit.

She wanted me to slide up her body and put my cock between her tits, which I gladly did. She pushed her tits together capturing my cock between them and I proceeded to start stroking it back and forth between her boobs. As my cock would slide up towards her face she would flick her tongue out and give it a lick so I pushed a little further and she was taking the whole head in her mouth and giving it a hard suck on each forward stroke. This was totally hot…. This again surprised me because of the ground rules that had been set, but who am I to complain?

Then she got her vibrator out and lubed it all up inserted it into her pussy. With one hand pumping the vibrator in and out she used the other to massage her now prominent clit. I continued to kneel between her legs and was jacking my lubed up cock. Pretty soon she stopped rubbing her clit and grabbed my prick and started furiously stroking it. I leaned forward a bit and took over rubbing her clit and then I took the vibrator from her and slowly slid it in and out of her wet pussy.

We continued on like this for ten or fifteen minutes and then she said she wanted to cum. We both lay there together with me stroking my prick and fondling my balls…both drenched in lube….while she went to town with the vibrator in her cunt and her fingers working her clit. In no time at all she had a mind-blowing orgasm….letting out several loud screams while her whole body shuddered. She never stopped working herself over and within a couple of minutes she repeated her orgasm and went on to a third one.

Then she said that she wanted to see me spurt. With her lying down, I again was on my knees between her legs and started seriously pumping my cock. I am quite a spurter so I planned on giving her a nice hot load. I had been edging for the past two days ever since we had set this up so I was more than ready. She kept saying how much she wanted to see me cum and that she wanted my hot load splattered all over her.

Finally I could feel it building and reached that point of no return. That’s when my fist started really flying up and down my cock. When I knew I was about to squirt, I raised my body up and pointed my cock down directly at her pussy. She had told me earlier that she wanted me to coat her cunt with my cum. I thought I had it aimed right at her cunt but when you are in the throes of an orgasm, who knows what the hell is happening. Anyway, the first shot was a real rope that actually shot up the side of her body coating some of her right tit and shoulder with most of it shooting beyond her onto the bed. The second and succeeding shots I had better control over and managed to get most of it on her pussy or on the bed right in front of her pussy.

I then collapsed on the bed next to her and tried to recover while she mopped up the cum from her and cleaned up my prick with some hand cloths I had conveniently stashed next to the bed. The 1001 Cum Shots movie was still playing so we watched that. We had talked earlier about me possibly cumming twice, which I can do. So I began to watch the DVD and stroked my prick to coax it back into an erection. She said she was wiped out and unless I had a driving need to cum again, she was ready to call it a night, which was fine with me.

I think the two of us hit it off really well and I am looking forward to next Saturday with both Martina and my gf.

(Note from Spurtz: The get together with Martina and my gf never came to pass unfortunately. A few weeks later Martina called me and told me that our experience was the result of an extremely horny mood she was in at the time. She told me she had a regular boyfriend who was not sexually adventurous but that she was in love with him and that our get-together had to be a one-time thing. She thanked me but asked me not to call her again. BTW, the bulletin board I mention at the beginning of the story no longer exists or if it does, it is not available to the public like it used to be.)

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Jenelle’s Best Orgasm

Jenelle here, using my brother’s account. He thought I might like to report this, and he was right.

He and I had been talking about an experience I had recently had with a new boyfriend. I had been telling Jeremy about how this guy refused to fuck me, fearing pregnancy, or maybe STDs, so instead he put two fingers in my puss, promising he’d get me off big-time. He curled his fingers forward against the inside front wall of my cunt and just started rubbing rather firmly. It wasn’t even a minute before I was orgasming as hard as I ever had in my life. The only thing was, as much as I begged him to press even harder, he was afraid of hurting me. So, it was just one glorious orgasm, but it could have been two or more.

So, there I was telling Jeremy, and he offered to do it ‘right.’ How can a twin sister refuse that?

In moments, Jeremy was naked and sporting an erection, as was I. Well, I was naked, but no erection, of course.

However, I wasn’t going to need lube. I’m generally wet anyway, being of Filipino descent. Us girls have always literally left puddles after a good fucking, or even just a masturbation (Benefits of Wanking) session.

Well, to make a long story short, Jeremy went to town, and by God, he did press hard as he rubbed against the front wall of my vagina. It was hurting a bit, but that just made it better. I came. I came so fucking hard! It was the best orgasm, or series of orgasms actually, of my life. I swear it lasted over a minute as I was cumming in wave after wave.

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Hard Testicle Squeezing

We don’t fuck. My girlfriend, who is a nurse, is ridiculously afraid of disease. Well, maybe it’s not so crazy in this day and age. So, we don’t fuck. We’ve done it a few times in the past, but no more. Since she knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with a sexless relationship, she has taken to getting me off by hand. She’s so expert that I really don’t miss the intercourse at all. In fact, I’d say a good handjob beats fucking, hands-down, so to speak.

To my amazement, she seldom wants reciprocation. When she does, it’s just some clit-licking to orgasm. Instead, she seems to enjoy our conversation as she’s working on me. Well, I’m certainly good with that!

But it’s crazier than that. One time a few months ago, I asked her to massage my balls. She had sort of done that just a little bit before, but not even really enough to understand their actual shape, or relation to the epididimis (the connecting tubes) behind them. She started with a gentle massage, and it was nice, but not spectacular.

Evidently being in a sort of crazy, I asked her to squeeze harder, so I could really feel her ministrations. She squeezed just a little harder, being afraid of hurting me. She had been holding one testicle between the thumb and the side of her forefinger in each hand. Suddenly my right ball kind of slipped around in my scrotum, out of her grip, like a wet bar of soap. That hurt a little bit, but in general was a nice surprise.

I asked her to focus on doing that with both balls. She complied. I asked her to ramp it up with more pressure. It didn’t take long to realize she had to avoid squeezing the place where the epidimis connects along the top/back of the balls. That offers an unpleasant kind of sting-pain. But squeezing anywhere else was nice. No pain, just a comfortable compression feeling.

In my crazy mood, that was nice, but not enough. I had her start squeezing harder and harder. I don’t really know how hard she eventually got, but I did see that her fingertips were turning white from pressure as the blood was squeezed out of her fingers.

Now, it was starting to hurt, but I was in this strange mood like I wanted to see just how much I could take.

Every now and then a ball would suddenly slip away. My, that hurt, but was still fun.

The pressure was building terribly, but I knew nuts are surrounded by a thick coating, and like raw chicken gizzards, you can’t really damage them just with fingertips. Now, It was hurting so badly I was wincing, moaning, and screaming a little bit, as she continued to sit on my legs squeezing ever harder. She was also laughing. So was I. I mean, it fucking hurt, but it was fun, too.

Did I mention my dick was rock hard the whole time? Suddenly, my penis started spasming as cum came tumbling out, and she hadn’t even touched my dick.

We’ve repeated the process several times. There’s something really special about cumming from ball squeezing alone. Then too, there’s a mild ache for an hour afterward. It’s not severe at all. However, there’s also an effect where my balls feel heavy for several hours. I mean, while I’d doing other things later in the day whether it’s mowing the lawn or working on the Internet, I can notice my balls, their heaviness, and it’s really pleasant.

Lately, we’ve taken that to a new level. Years ago, I read somewhere about a husband and wife who were playing with something similar. He claimed she squeezed so hard that the fluid in his balls flowed out into his blood stream, and they became flabby, soft, deflated. A moment after she let go, they reinflated. Oh my! I had to experience that, if it was even true.

So, I had her squeeze just my left ball harder than ever, and just hold it that way for five whole minutes. When she let go, she and I both felt both balls and sure enough, the left one was about 50% deflated compared to the other. It was painful to feel my ball at that point, but it was surely interesting to discover it being all flabby like that. I was slightly scared that the deflation might be permanent, or that I might have even sent a blood clot to my brain or something, but nothing of the sort happened. Within a minute, it was back to normal.

However, I don’t recommend you try this. Maybe it could literally kill you, or at least send you to a hospital. Instead, enjoy my report and get off in the normal way.

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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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Mom’s Massage with Mattie

I’m in the first year of college. After considering my options, I went with the local university. Part of me thought it would fun to participate in dorm living, but the more sensible part wanted to keep my student loan down, and I’ve always enjoyed living with my family, so why not continue?

Like any college student, I have an assortment of classes, lectures, workshops, study groups and so on with a varying schedule. Even weekends. However, on Thursday afternoons, I have nothing, so I come home where it’s quiet and do some studying.

On Thursday afternoons, my brother and sister are still in school. My dad is at work. My mom is often home, but she’s usually in her studio. She’s a sculptor. She often works with nude models. I’ve stepped into the studio a few times and seen some of the models. I try to be nonchalant, but I do get a charge out of seeing them, and often go to my room and have a good wank with the memory of them fresh in my mind. Is it too revealing to say I’ll as often jerk off to the male models as the females?

One time, I saw a guy I don’t know but who I’ve seen around the university, posing with an erection. Oh my, I had a good wank after that! He didn’t bat an eyelash at my arrival, as if being nude and erect in front of people is just normal for him. I made a mental note to look the guy up and try to make friends with him. My mom was sketching the guy, prior to working with the clay, and seemed perfectly OK with the guy being erect. How cool is that?

In case you’re wondering, in the final sculpture, there was a leaf over his genital region, and no visible erection.

So, on this particular Thursday, she had changed her regularly scheduled massage session from her usual Wednesdays. I don’t know why. Maybe the masseuse was busy on Wednesday or something.

Mattie, the massage practitioner, does house calls. She sets up her massage table in our family room and goes to work on Mom. I’ve never actually seen these massages, because I’ve been at school.

So, on this day, I came into the family room looking for my tablet, which I had left there the evening before. Boy oh boy, what I saw!

There was my mother, laying face-up on the table, stark naked. There was Mattie, massaging my mom’s breasts. Yes, her actual boobs, which I have to admit are quite shapely. My whole mom is a good-looking woman. Very good looking. If I was 40-something, and not her son, and if she wasn’t married to Dad, I’d be interested!

At first, I didn’t realize I had intruded. Mattie saw me right away, and looked a bit like a thief caught red-handed. I was just going to turn around and tip-toe away, but since she was looking right at me, I had to say something, right?

“Oops, excuse me.” – That was the best I could come up with.

Hearing my voice, my mom said, “Oh, it’s no big deal. I’m just getting a massage.”

“Well, I’ll just slip away…”

“No, it’s OK. You can stay.”

What does one do in a situation like that? I said I’d just get my tablet and leave.

“Mattie, this is my son Paul. Paul, Mattie.” My mom made the introductions.

“Oh, hi,” I said.

Mattie had lost her deer in the headlights look, and started something I didn’t expect. She started conversing with me. “Paul, if you ever find yourself massaging a woman’s breasts, this is how you do it. Generally, you want to be gentle, but some women, such as your mother, like rather deeper massage. When you can feel the slightly granular-feeling breast tissue deep inside, you’re getting it right.”

“Oh, OK.”

My mother, naked though she was, looked at me, like as if this was an everyday occurrence. I became transfixed. I know I should have left the room at that point, but I didn’t.

Mattie was evidently done with my mother’s breasts and took a step further down the table. Then she started on the unthinkable. She started massaging my mom’s vagina. Right there in front of me. And my mom was not only OK with it, she was kind of blindly staring right at me, smiling blissfully, and moaning gently.

Mattie continued. I was just glued in place, staring, not knowing what to think. I have to say, I did feel an immediate stirring in my pants. I’m not entirely inexperienced with women, but to see my own mother getting her vagina massaged, that was, well, simply amazing!

My mother tensed muscles, started panting, and practically screamed as her orgasm hit her.

I was finally getting ready to leave as Mom calmed down, when she quietly said, “Mattie, do you have time to do Paul, too?”

“Why yes, I’d be delighted.”

To cut a long story short, I received my first-ever massage, let alone a happy ending massage, right there in front of my mother. At first I was embarrassed to have her see me naked. She hadn’t seen me with at least underpants on since I was like five years old.

Fortunately, the first part of the massage was with me face-down on the table. My mom probably only saw my junk for a moment as I removed my pants.

The massage felt really nice, and I felt my penis wanting to become hard under my belly. I was amazed that Mattie was willing to spend quite a bit of time first massaging my butt in general, then lightly brushing her fingers right over my anus. If you’ve never had that done, get someone to do that for you. It’s amazing! After a while, Mattie asked me to roll over.

I was super-embarrassed when I had to roll over. By then, my dick was super-hard. I had really willed it not to, but you know biology. At the same time, I was kind of expecting that since Mattie had given my mother an orgasm, perhaps that was on the agenda for me also. So, maybe an erection was OK under the circumstances. I really wasn’t sure. My mom didn’t say anything. She was just staring lovingly, the way mothers do, and smiling. I also wondered if Mattie would think I was a perv or something. But, hadn’t she just given my mother an orgasm?

It took me a few minutes to settle into my embarrassing situation, and realize that instead, I could just soak it all in, and maybe even be proud of my obvious masculinity. My penis was standing straight up, not laying against my stomach as it usually does when I masturbate. I must have been super-excited and therefore super-hard. Sure enough, I got my orgasm, squirting my cum a good foot in the air under Mattie’s ministrations.

After Mattie left, my mother and I didn’t discuss what had happened. In fact, I needed some space to process, so I took my tablet to my room, walking through the house still naked, holding my clothes in my other hand. In my room, I couldn’t focus on my studies. My mind was just replaying the afternoon over and over again.

An hour later, my mom knocked on my door. “Shall I book us another session for next Thursday?”

“Yes!”

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Gay Lewis In His Wheelchair

I wanted to become a photographer. I supposed any sort of photographer would do, but if my wildest fantasy was to come true, I’d specialize in photographing men. Naked men. But of course that was not to be. Someone who grows up like me in a series of foster homes doesn’t get any kind of a silver spoon.

I was so typical. I never graduated high school. I hung around with, well anyone who was cool in my opinion, basically loser dropouts. Maybe it was because I didn’t have parents to influence me. Maybe it was just my surroundings. But I had this photography dream. I was sure drugs and alcohol would kill that. So I didn’t even smoke cigarettes. I mean, I’ve had ugly dreams about finally making it as a photographer, then dying of lung cancer before I could fully enjoy my success. My friends though I was crazy. Maybe I was, but it just seemed less crazy than the shit they were doing.

Back to reality. I was not a photographer. Oh, I did take pictures, and was so thankful to be in modern times. Do you know that photographers had to mess around in dark rooms with chemicals until about 20 years ago? They had tanks and trays and things and had to keep everything just the right temperature. I think maybe I would have liked that. Who knows? On the other hand, they had to pay for supplies. Every picture they took cost money. How could they afford all that?

I did, however, have to earn a living. From my background, going to college was out of the question. I was not going to earn a living by selling heroine on the street corners. I was not going to steal anything. So what was left? Nothing, that’s what! Well, I guess there was the military, but that’s not really my cup of tea.

When I was really getting desperate, trying to decide whether the Marines, Navy, Army or Coast Guard would be the least objectionable option and worried about how they’d handle a gay guy, I came across an ad for a caregiver.

I knew there’s no way the guy would accept a gay, uneducated orphan, but I went ahead and wrote back. I mean, all it took was a minute to reply. One thing one of my foster mothers taught me is that if you try enough long-shots, something might just hit the target.

The guy wrote back all suspicious. I answered him anyway. He wrote again, I wrote back again. This went on for a week. I was actually enjoying the e-conversation, even though it wasn’t going to amount to anything. It’s not like I had something more important to do.

Guess what? They guy said, ‘Come on over.’

Well, I went on over. I was a half-hour late. I mean, I started out early enough, but the bus system here is, well, less than ideal. I figure that was the end of it. Half-hour late. Come on, like why did I even bother?

I rang the doorbell of a surprisingly large house, and it took like a full minute for the guy to answer. He was, just like I knew, in a wheelchair. I expected an all fat, pasty, bent-over guy. No, he was really quite handsome and not much older than me. Maybe mid-twenties.

He greeted me with a scowl. But it was a joke. He then broke into a big smile, and welcomed me into his home with open arms. That’s who Lewis is. He is always happy and friendly. How a guy who was born in a wheelchair can be like that beats me. I mean, if I had spina bifida, I’d be grouchy most of the time. Mad at the world. Not Lewis.

We talked. I told him about my dream to become a photograper. Of course I didn’t mention the part about wanting to specialize in naked men. I’m not an idiot. He told me about his business which he conducts entirely from a laptop. I didn’t realize it at first but the whole house was his. I thought maybe he must have had roommates to afford such a place. The money for the whole place came through a little 15-inch laptop. How cool is that?

To keep the length of this account reasonable, let me just say that I moved in as one of his caretakers. He has five. We each work 8-hour shifts, and kind of divide up the weekends. You’d think I’d get a swing shift, or maybe nighttimes, but I ended up working from 7:30 in the morning to 4:30, five days a week. You might find it interesting that the other four were all female. Later, Lewis admitted that he wanted me to be a woman also, but some of the women were having trouble lifting him, so he wanted the daytime caregiver to be stronger. That’s the guy who has to give him baths. Not my idea of a good time, but whatever, right?

A few weeks in, As I was carefully dumping him into the tub, I got the crazy notion to take my shirt off first. That’s because every time I got it wet, which was kind of miserable. Lewis complimented my abs. Whatever.

My pants were still getting splashed most of the time, plus I was doing everything at arms length, trying to adequately bath Lewis without getting wetter than I had to.

Lewis and I were becoming fast friends. Now, you’d think him being crippled and all, that I’d keep my distance or something. And I tried to, but I really enjoyed talking with Lewis. He was a brain and I learned a lot from this man who had seldem even been out of his house.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but one day I found myself bathing him in only my underpants, and all was well. A couple of weeks later, I decided that since he’s always nude during the baths, I might as well be also. Lewis didn’t complain. Far from it.

One day, out of the blue, he asked me what my cock looks like when it’s hard. I mean, he just came right out and asked. I kind of muttered some sort of nothing, like, “Oh, I guess it’s alright.”

Then, I don’t know what came over me but I just came right out and asked, “So with you and your condition, can you get erections?”

That was the door opener. He admitted that he gets sort of hard sometimes, rarely, but that’s all.

“What about orgasms?” I had to know.

Lewis, being the honest man he is just went ahead and told me. “From all I can see from porn and so on, it seems I don’t have orgasms like men normally do. Oh, I feel something. It’s kind of a very nice extended tickle. That’s all.”

I kind of knew, because he had told me early on that the reason he wears adult diapers is because he can’t feel his bladder. He doesn’t know when he needs to pee. It just comes out. Well, I was glad he could have some sort of orgasm. Maybe, and I wasn’t sure about this at all, the tickle thing he was talking about was an orgasm just like I feel. Or, maybe not.

He broke me out of my musings by adding something else that just floored me. I was like, ‘poor guy.’

“Because of my hands – you know the way they are – I haven’t been able to masturbate for years. In fact even as a teenager, it wasn’t very satisfactory.”

I was kind of tongue-tied. What do you do with a good friend tells you something like that? I sort of stupidly offered my condolences, as if someone had died. Then, as usual, I got him out of the tub, dried, dressed, and back into his wheelchair.

I was me who instigated the next sexual talk a few days later. “Hey Lewis, what about the four women? Have you ever asked for maybe a handjob from one of the caregivers?”

“I’m gay.”

Jeez! I had no idea. All this time, and I never knew. It was time for me to let my own cat out of the bag.

“Me too.”

“I know.”

“How did you know?”

“I just did. From the first day you gave me a bath. There was something. Something about the way you respected me. No, something else. Maybe the way you looked at me. Hell, I don’t know. I just knew.”

That was the end of the conversation. Neither of us said anything about it for around a week, although I felt like our friendship had gone to a much deeper level. Imagine having a friend who you can confide in like that!

Then, again at bath time, “Hey, do you remember when I asked what your cock looks like when it’s erect?”

“Um, yeah.” I mean how could I forget? I had jerked off several times remembering that conversation, and wishing I had answered differently. Like I could have said something like, “Sure, wanna see?” But no, stupidly, I just mumbled something and let the moment slip away.

“I was serious. I want to see it hard.”

It doesn’t take an engraved invitation. “Well, OK then!” I answered, laughing. Sitting right there on the side of the tub, I started stroking and was erect in less than a minute. It was somehow glorious to have him intently watching me like that. A moment later, I was yelling with joy and squirting cum into the tub.

After I calmed down, I knew I couldn’t leave it at that. What about Lewis? So, I carted him into his room, laid him on his bed, and gave him the blowjob of his life. I knew it was the best he ever had, because by his own admission, he claimed he had never had a blowjob.

I think, but am not sure, that he got a little bit erect in my mouth. I didn’t care. His soft dick was very nice to suck on. Oh, I had sucked my fair share of good and firm dicks at the various foster homes, but I actually enjoyed his soft little thing more.

After maybe five minutes, Lewis started kind of squirming and moaning and laughing too, and with his barely effective hands firmly pushed my head away. He had an orgasm. His version of an orgasm. To this day, I don’t know if he had cum in my mouth or not. If so, it was only a drop or two.

Time went on. Our afternoons turned into a regular thing. It got to where I was butt-fucking him on a fairly regular basis, and he was loving it. One time – just once – he sqirted cum out just like a fully-functional example of maleness. It was a delight to see.

Speaking of maleness, he was a grand example. Oh, he couldn’t operate a drill, pound nails or even type with all his fingers, but he was a man, through and through.

One of his female caretakers, Sylvia, was of Hispanic descent, and beautiful if you like the female form. Somehow, she didn’t know he and I were fucking around. With my cock buried in his ass and my tongue in his mouth, she burst into his room one day with an armful of clean clothes. She was paralized with one hand on the doorknob, and just stood there for like five seconds, before turning away and closing the door.

I was mortified. Lewis on the other hand, just laughed, saying, “She’d have to find out eventually.” A few days later he reported that everything was the same as usual with her, although she admitted happiness knowing that he was getting some sexual outlet.

I was still a hobbyist photographer. One day I brought my camera. I thought Lewis would enjoy seeing it. He asked whether there was film in it.

“It’s digital, silly.”

“I know, it’s just an expression. I mean, do you want to take some pictures?”

“Of what?”

“Of me. Didn’t you say you’d like to take pictures of naked men. Well, I’m naked.”

Why had it never occurred to take pictures of Lewis? Of course, what a great idea.

So I took a bunch of dignified pictures of him in his wheelchair – naked of course. I also took pictures of him on the sofa, curled up in his bed, and even some with a self-timer of us together. One showed me with an obvious erection. My god, even though he and I were having all the sex we could eat, I jerked off big-time that night to my own picture.

Little did I know he was going to post pictures of himself – none including me – online. He said something about a ‘wonderful photographer’ taking the pictures.

One day, he just came out with, “Do you remember when I first took your cock in my ass?”

“Certainly.”

“Did it seem easy to you?”

“I don’t get it.”

“I mean, you’d have expected to have to go really slowly with a virgin, right?”

What the fuck? What was he saying?

It took a couple of minutes during which Lewis seemed unusually shy. Then he told me the whole story. Unlike me, he has a father. I’ve met the guy. He seems really nice. He’s obviously loving to his son. I’ve met his mother also. Good people.

“When I was still with my parents, they expressed concern that I wouldn’t have a normal sex life. Ok, well I have to admit this. When I turned eighteen, they came to me one day and wanted to know to what degree I could function sexually. My own parents, by God! Of course I was shocked, but I trusted them. Over the course of weeks, we enbarked on a set of experiments to see what could be done. They both tried giving me handjobs, testicle massages, fingers in the butt, oral sex and so on. It ended up with my father butt-fucking me while my mother watched. I loved that, but it freaked them out, so it only happened once.

You might think I’d be mad at him for not telling me before, but after being shocked for a moment, then trying to imagine the scene of my dear Lewis getting butt-fucked by his father with his mother looking on, it made me very horny. I was more in love with Lewis than ever.

Time moved on. We considered legally marrying, but it seemed too problematic. However, for all intents and purposes, we were married.

One day the phone rang, not for Lewis, but for me. He handed me the phone. It seems a gay couple who had seen the pictures of Lewis that I had taken, and wanted me to photograph them. They owned an art gallery. It was to be their anniversary present to each other.

I asked if Lewis could watch the photoshoot, and they were delighted. Frankly, I was nervous. I had never actually done a truly professional photo shoot before. I had arranged a couple of stools in the seldom-used family room in the big house, had the men remove their clothes, and expected them to pose various ways on the stools. One of the guys was immediately erect. The other became erect a moment later. I took the pictures while Lewis not only watched, but clapped his crippled hands together in hooting, laughter and applause.

Not knowing anything about the actual busines of photography, I emailed the guys their photos, and charged them $100. Later I found out that as a celebrity photographer, I could have charged ten times as much.

Did I mention ‘celebrity’ photographer? Well, here’s what happened. They printed the photos, hung them in their gallery, and sold prints almost immediately. That in turn brought me more business to the point where Lewis and I bought the house next door and turned it into a studio. It’s been four years, and I have people flying in from all over the world to have their photos taken. You’ll note I said ‘people’ not ‘men.’ Whereas I prefer men, a number of lesbian women and hetero couples have me photograph them as well. I don’t mind.

One final detail: Two of Lewis’ former female caregivers had their pictures taken with clothes on, and have now embarked on their own careers as models.

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Caregiver

Sexual Caregiver
This is not my guy, but this gives you an idea

Orphans are not treated well in America. Until about age twelve I always believed the BS about being likely to be adopted. By sixteen, even though I was a cute girl with good manners, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. By eighteen, I was just itching to be released from the institution. That’s what I call it, because it wasn’t all that different than being in jail. Just finding a place to do something simple, like masturbating, is a challenge when you live with that many other kids.

On the other hand, I wasn’t looking forward to release at all, because what would I do? I knew for the first time in my life, I’d be so totally alone and I needed to support myself. With my lack of credentials there’s no way I’d get into college. I mean, I would have become a nurse if it had been possible.

The day came, and I still had no idea what to do. I was literally out in the street. No one had any suggestions, no one did anything for me. I found some cardboard behind a factory, and that’s where I slept, shivering in the cold, for nine days.

My only posession was my cracked-screen cell phone. I didn’t even have cell service. All I could do was go over to the library and use their wifi. I looked at Craigslist. What else was there? It was really quite hopeless. I had actually replied to a couple of ads, like for cleaning a house or loading a truck, but the people didn’t even have the decency to write back.

I had $87 when I left the institution. Now, I had $3. I was hoping to sell my phone. That might buy a couple of days worth of food.

I saw another ad on Craigslist. Some guy was wanting a live-in assistant. Well, that would be perfect, but I doubted he’d write back. No one else did.

He wrote back! I did my best to get cleaned up in the library bathroom, and went over there. It was 85 degrees out, and I walked the seven miles. I was a half-hour late and sweaty. I couldn’t believe it, just couldn’t believe it, when he gave me the job!

So this guy, Lewis, was in a wheelchair. What he wanted was someone to help him prepare and eat his meals, to help him with bathroom chores, getting in and out of bed, bathing, and that sort of thing. I could do that!

Now I figured he was some sort of creep. When you grow up in an orphanage and the occasional foster home, you come to believe that all men are creeps. But what choice did I have. I decided that no matter what he did, I’d treat him well. After all, he was willing to take me in and give me a job!

I didn’t lay out my whole situation to him. It would have been too embarrassing. But I think he had a general idea. Within 20 minutes of my arrival, he pointed me to his kitchen and said “Help yourself.”

I tried not to be a pig, but I was hungry. I did help myself! I didn’t even prepare anything. I was just that hungry. I grabbed some milk, an apple, and a slice of pie in his fridge and just ate like a maniac, meanwhile trying to hold on an intelligent conversation with him, as he rolled into the kitchen and watched me eat. Oddly, he seemed quite happy to see me eat.

He showed me to the bedroom that was to be mine. It was nothing special, but it was fine. He asked when I was going to bring the rest of my stuff over. I pointed to my backpack, and said, “It’s all in here.”

Days turned into weeks. We got on famously. Oh, at first it was kind of embarrassing, maybe even icky to take care of some of his needs. You don’t know gross, until you have to wipe another person’s butt. But I did it lovingly. Lou turned out to be a nice man.

He never came on to me. Not once! The closest he got was when I was bathing him a couple of times. His penis became erect, but neither of us said anything about it. I was frankly surprised that he could do that. I thought paralyzed people couldn’t have erections. It turns out there’s quite a variety of paralysis. Some people can’t use their hands at all. Lou had minimal hand function. Like, he could work his tablet once it was placed on his lap, but he couldn’t grab it off a table to put it on his own lap.

Weeks turned into months. A strange evolution happened. First, I was joining the human race. I felt like I was somebody, not just an unwanted orphan. I had joined a literary club on Wednesday afternoons. They accepted me as one of them. I had a degree of self-esteem for the first time in my life. Then too, Lou and I became fast friends. I mean, I’d rather sit at home and eat ice cream with him, just talking about whatever, than go out and party, or anything like that.

Another evolution was about bathing. Everytime I got him in the tub, I couldn’t help getting wet. Water would just splash on me and it was rather bothersome. One day, it felt OK to remove my shirt, just bathing him in my bra and shorts. He said nothing. I can’t explain it, but that charged me up. It made me kind of horny. Later, when I was alone in my room, I masturbated to a very nice orgasm somehow imagining myself being fully naked while bathing Lou. Crazy, eh?

Well, it happened. Within a few days, my shorts disappeared before bath time. I was just in my underpants and bra. Then, it just seemed natural to be topless, and finally bottomless. It wasn’t that weird, because of course Lou had always been naked during bath time. So this was just a sort of solidarity, right?

I didn’t really notice at first, but Lou was erect more often, and stayed hard longer during those baths.

I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me sooner. One day as I was frigging myself like crazy in my room, I suddenly realized, Lou must feel like me at times. He must get horny. But with his hands, I doubted he could do anything about it. Oh my god, I’ve been failing him!

The next time I bathed him, I did a little something more than just perfunctorily wiping the washcloth over his penis scrotum and anus area. I lingered on his very erect penis. He didn’t complain. Quite the opposite, he laid back with a very contented smile and moaned softly. I continued the attention and started stroking the cloth up and down along his erection. It took all of ten seconds for him to start spurting cum. I knew what it was because I had seen some of the boys at the orphanage showing off their ejaculations.

After he settled down, Lou was embarrassed, even ashamed. I did what I could to tell him that I was very happy for him. That all was well, in fact, probably better than ever. I also let him know in no uncertain terms this would not be the last time.

As soon as I got him dry and settled into his chair with his iPad where he could do his financial trading, I ran to my room, still stark naked, and just masturbated like a crazy woman.

The daily bathing ritual continued. Every day, I’d get us both naked, and get him really clean, inside and out. I didn’t need the washcloth as a shield between my hand and his cock any more. I stroked him directly. He didn’t cum in ten seconds any more. He could now hold it together for minutes. I can’t tell you how much, even without any reciprocation, that I enjoyed doing that for him.

The evolution continued. I found myself getting fully into the tub with him, and pressing his very erect penis between my boobs. And, in time, you guessed it. We had intercourse.

It didn’t stop there. I used to be totally uninterested in oral sex. It seemed cocks were somehow unclean, but since I was the one washing him, his seemed very clean to me. I sucked it with great satisfaction. When he licked my vagina for the first time, my clit was in absolute heaven. My whole body was in heaven. When he does that to me even to this day, I feel repeated orgasms in my whole body.

In time I became pregnant. We married. Today we have two beautiful daughters.