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Mom and Daughter Give Step-Dad a Treat #2

By Spurtz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I thought I might have a solution.

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

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Weird Question About Masturbation Habit Answered

How should I come out of my masturbation habit?

Maybe instead you should come out ABOUT your masturbation habit. If you were to admit to discrete friends, family or coworkers that you have a masturbation habit, they may surprise you by telling you that they do too. Most people do. Then, you might find out that there are actually many benefits to masturbation (https://prowank.com/benefits-of-wanking). Although it can become addictive, it usually isn’t. Many people take a few minutes to wank at least once a day, and sometimes several times a day. Not only do they lead perfectly successful lives, they may be more successful than those who are constantly horny, unfocused and frustrated because they won’t allow themselves to masturbate.

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Our Obligation as Wankers


We have no obligation as wankers! Just go for it and have a good time, as long as you aren’t harming or even distressing others.

However, we do have at least two opportunities as wankers.

1. If you should happen to spread the word that masturbation is good, having several physical, mental and societal health advantages, and that everyone should feel free to do it, that will certainly help the world become a better place. As I’m sure you know, there are still lots of people stuck in old-school thinking that masturbation is somehow bad and should be avoided. These people must be terribly frustrated, and feel considerable shame when they can’t resist the urge and do masturbate. Let’s help them out of their misery.

It does take years for everyone to come out of wrong thinking. Those of us who are old enough remember how many years it took for most people to realize that cigarette smoking was devastating for health. So this is the opposite. Not wanking is bad for health.

2. You can be an ambassador for good. You can associate masturbation with good, healthy and moral action. For instance, you’ll see no mention of drinking, smoking, drug use, or treating others badly in this website. What if as your reward for free and easy masturbation, you get to live a good clean life, and set an example for others to do the same? This can work especially well if you participate in mutual masturbation, circle jerks, or similar get-togethers. It also works well if you masturbate privately, but discuss masturbation with co-workers, friends and family.

Your authors believe that in a wank-positive world, people would be less mean, generally kinder and more empathetic, and ultimately would lose interest in warfare. Perhaps the militaries of the future will combine forces to repair global warming and make sure everyone is fed and safe.

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Kazuko

Kazuko, sexy gardener

Thanks for asking about the Japanese girl, Kazuko. At the time, I had to stop working as a gardener. I was making great money working for Emily and Jim, an extremely wealthy elderly couple in Waikiki, but I developed tendinitis in my shoulder to the point where I couldn’t do that any more.

They invited me to keep working, but as a groundskeeper, in other words a manager, rather than a hands-on guy. To cover what I had been doing, they hired this little Japanese girl. My first thought was that she’d be too little to weild a spade or rake, and surely not strong enough to carry trays of seedlings and so on. Worse, she didn’t know a lick of English, and I knew even less Japanese. Why they took her on, I have no idea. But that’s what I had to work with.

She was exceptionally pretty. No more than 5′ 4″ and thin, she had really long black hair, and a ready smile. Her skin tone was surprisingly dark compared to most Japanese people, which I thought was a delightful color. Her tits were kind of small, but of course that didn’t make any difference. Frankly, I would have rather worked with a strong guy than this little slip of a young woman.

I wasn’t dating anyone at the time, so later at home, I’d jerk off big time thinking about this little girl. I suppose if I had been dating someone at the time, I still would have wanked to my memories of seeing her pretty little face, and oddly boy-like good looks. If they had hired a big, burly man, I doubt I would have wanked to memories of him!

She came to work. Although excruciating, I was able to point and draw pictures, and generally managed to show her how to do things. For her little size, she was quite strong, fully able to do the work. After a week or two, she started learning a bit of English, and I picked up a few words of Japanese.

I maintained a professional distance. I mean, my job was precious to me. How often does a gardener get to work in Waikiki, and be well-paid besides? Emily and Jim just loved me. Maybe it was because of my topiary skills, or maybe that I really studied Hawaiian flora when I started the job, so I really knew what I was doing. So, I wasn’t going to jeopordize the job. Then too, she was really a sexy chick, and I didn’t want to offend her or do anything inappropriate. That’s just not my style.

My mindset changed one day when she was up on a ladder doing the trimming I used to do, and I was holding the base of the ladder so it wouldn’t tip. At the same time I was trying to tell her exactly how to do the trimming, which wasn’t working out too well. She was terribly slow, because she didn’t want to make any mistakes and couldn’t understand what I was saying. So far, it was just another typical day on the job.

At one point she had one leg on the ladder, and the other on a branch. As I looked up, I saw something I shouldn’t have seen. I saw up one leg of her shorts, and had a clear view of her little Asian pussy. She had no hair down there, so it was a very delightful view. I could see her dark inner labia very clearly, and a corner of her actual anus. Oh my! I looked away immediately, and secretly chastized myself for even noticing.

That night, I jerked off like crazy!

A few days went by with me wanking nightly remembering what I saw. I never mentioned the incident to her. How could I? We didn’t speak the same language.

As time went on, she started standing too close, or sitting on the edge of my desk, or doing some silly little things that I initially assumed were totally innocent. She smiled more, and teased me in little ways. For instance grabbing my pen, laughing and running around the office, not giving it back.

Oh, if only we could talk, the things I’d tell her! I mean, I could fall for this girl.

I finally learned her age after she taught me to count in Japanese. She was 24 years old, only three years younger than me. I was surprised, because I kept thinking she was maybe sixteen what with those little breasts and all.

She kept getting surprisingly close. I still didn’t catch on. She’d walk two feet in front of me to get to a tool shed, rather than walking six feet away. Her tiny body bumped into mine a half-dozen times during the next week or so. I kept thinking it was accidental.

Still, I kept thinking about acting right, not getting all horny or anything, and about doing nothing to adversely affect my status with Elaine and Jim.

One day, I was talking to Elaine, and she said, “You know, Kazuko likes you.”

I was like, “Um, OK.”

“No, I mean she really likes you. Why don’t you do anything about it? You’re not gay or anything?”

I momentarily bristled. “No, not gay, just not interested.”

“Really?”

“It wouldn’t be right.”

By then, Jim walked over, and said, “Bro, I can’t imagine what would be wrong with it. You really ought to get next to that girl.”

I shrugged, which sent a momentary pain to my left shoulder. Suddenly, I had a lot to think about. Not only were the couple who owned the place OK with me getting together with Kazuko, they were encouraging it!

A day later, I figured out that Kazuko was trying to invite me to eat at a restaurant. Through some drawings and a lot of miscommunication and laughter, we figured out that we were going to meet at a certain place near Kings Village in Waikiki at 7pm. I was so excited!

7pm came and went. By eight, I gave up. I was so disappointed! The next day, she and I approched each other at the same time with expressions of like, “What happened?”

It turned out she was thinking of one restaurant, and I thought she meant another place.

We arranged another date, and it actually worked out. We had a nice dinner. We still couldn’t really speak very well although we were each learning a few words of each others’ language. We did, however, laugh a lot.

After dinner, we kissed. I believe she approached me more than I approached her. I was still thinking about being careful not to misinterpret or act wrong in some way. The kiss was lightning. I mean it was a long full hug and amazing kiss that sent shock waves throughout my body.

I was imagining that in the coming weeks she and I might start getting really close.

After the kiss, I was getting ready to get in my little pickup truck and head home, but she grabbed my hand and pointed at her moped, indicating I should put it in my truck. It took me a little while to tie it upright in the back of my truck. All the while I was wondering if this evening was going to go the way I thought it might go.

She pointed the way, and I found her apartment. I unloaded the moped and helped her lock it up. Kazuko invited me in and immediately set about in her kitchen making us some tea.

After we had nearly finished the tea, not really saying much of anything, because we couldn’t, she grabbed a quarter, and flipped it onto the table. She was trying to indicate something.

She jestured a lot, I kept looking confused, and she kept tossing the coin on the table and laughing. After one toss the quarter landed heads-up, she took off a little barrette she was wearing in her hair. Call me thick, but I still didn’t get it. She flipped it again, and it landed tails up. She then did something really weird. She indicated I should stand up. She reached right out to my belt, unbuckled it and, giggling, she slid it off me. Ah, now I understood!

She flipped the coin again and it came up tails again. I removed my shirt.

The next toss was heads, so she removed her blouse. She was wearing a bra underneath, so it was no big deal. Still, my heart was beating fast, and I was in a sort of heaven with anticipation.

Tails again, and I lost my shorts. There I was in front of Kazuko in nothing but my briefs.

This time I flipped the coin, convinced that it would come up heads, and she’d take off her bra. But no, tails again. After quite a bit of laughter, shyness, and useless gesturing, since I wasn’t taking any action, she gently grabbed the edges of my underpants at my hips, and pulled them down. It’s a good thing she did, because I’m so shy I don’t know whether I could have done that. As they were coming down, she had to stop and pull the band away from my erection which was otherwise preventing the removal of the underwear. She laughed. It’s not that I’m small down there. I’m not large either. She was just laughing good naturedly at our current situation.

You’d think I would have been embarrassed to have her seeing me erect like that, and I was a little, but more than anything, I was inordinately proud. I don’t know why, I just was.

We tossed the coin a few more times, and the damn thing kept coming up tails. Finally, in mock frustration, she just took off the rest of her stuff.

My oh my what a girl! Her tits were truly small, but that didn’t affect me in the slightest. Her nipples were rather large in comparison. Her crotch area was totally bald. I believe she must have been lasered, because as I was soon to find out, her vagina was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. I was surprised to see that her inner labia were really quite dark, more than I remembered when I saw her on the ladder that time.

Again grabbing me by my hand, she led me, stumbling over the pile of our clothing, into her bedroom where she rather roughly pushed me down onto her futon, and squatted down beside me. She didn’t sit. She squatted in that wonderful style that Asian people have. She reached right out and put her warm little hand around my erection. I almost ejaculated right there on the spot.

Fortunately, she let go after only a few seconds. We then started hugging and kissing, and basically rolling all over her little futon.

After a good ten minutes of that, she got up, rummaged around in a dresser drawer for a moment, and came back with a little packet. I wasn’t particularly sexually experienced at that time, so it took me a moment to realize that was a condom. She tore it open, and proved that she wasn’t sexually experienced either as she tried to unroll it upside down on my penis, before figuring out she had to flip it over.

I wish I could tell you that the rest of the evening went perfectly, but the fact is before she got the condom fully on me, I started ejaculating and quickly went all soft. However, I was sexually wise enough to give her lots of attention.

It turns out that Kazuko just loves having fingers very lightly rubbed over her little nipples. She also loves having them kissed. They stick up like little almost-black pencil erasers when aroused. After that, I spent a good half-hour licking her beautiful little pussy to orgasm after orgasm. The reason I know she had multiple orgasms is I had put one index finger against her anus, which brought a moan of joy from her. I pressed in a little and she was obviously enjoying that. I pulled my finger away, coated it with her copious pussy juice, and then slowly, ever so slowly slipped it fully into her tiny little anus as I continued to lick her clit. I could feel her orgasmic contractions that went on non-stop for a good five minutes. Until then, I didn’t even know women could do that. In fact, later I learned that most women don’t have multiple ongoing orgasms like Kazuko.

Another thing about Kazuko that may surprise you is she is surprisingly wet. When we were done that evening, there was a spot six inches in diameter of wetness on the sheet over her futon. She’s wet like that every time. In fact sometimes, she’ll leave a wet spot a foot in diameter. I love that!

That was our first time. I didn’t take long for her and I to figure out we are the ones. Of course, I learned not to cum the moment she tries putting on a condom. These many years later, we don’t bother with condoms any more. We’ve already had two children, and wouldn’t mind a third.

We find ourselves hugging close and connected in bed almost every night. Sometimes we don’t even orgasm. We just lay together with my hard penis deep in her pussy, until I fall asleep, my penis goes soft and falls out.

It’s now been eight years. We were married seven years ago. Kazuko has since learned more English than I ever knew. I have to confess, I can still barely count to ten in Japanese. By marrying me, she became a US citizen. I found out she had been a nurse in Japan, but didn’t really like that profession. That’s what brought her to Hawaii. At first, she was on vacation just to contemplate what she might do other than nursing. Somehow she met Emily who owned the property and got the temporary job as a gardener. Years later she told me she knew she found her calling on that very first day on the job with me. She’s still a gardener, as am I, but we only work on our own property. My shoulder tendinitis healed many years ago.

Emily and Jim both passed within months of each other several years ago. Kazuko and I were not surprised when their lawyer called us into his office. We thought he was going to us we were fired. It seems Jim and Emily, who never had any children, willed their property and all their assets to us. We set up a charitable foundation, but kept the property and a few million dollars for our children and ourselves.

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Vasectomy


One stitch closes vasectomy puncture about 2 hours after the procedure.

Vasectomy was first performed in the early 20th century, with the first recorded procedure taking place in 1899.

The word “vasectomy” is derived from the Latin word “vās,” which means vessel, and “ectomy,” which means removal.

Vasectomy is one of the most commonly performed urological procedures in the United States.

It’s estimated that over 500,000 vasectomies are performed annually in the United States.

The idea of male sterilization dates back to ancient times, but the modern surgical procedure we know as vasectomy has evolved significantly over the years.

Vasectomy is often referred to as “the snip,” “getting fixed,” or “having the tubes tied,” although it doesn’t involve tying any tubes.

In some countries, vasectomies are often performed as part of family planning campaigns to control population growth.

While vasectomy is considered permanent, it can be successfully reversed in some cases. However, the success rate of reversal decreases with time since the vasectomy.

The first successful vasectomy reversal was performed in 1938 by Dr. Harry K. Moore.

Vasectomy doesn’t cause immediate sterility. It takes some time and ejaculations to clear existing sperm from the reproductive tract.

The sperm that is produced in the testicles doesn’t simply disappear after a vasectomy; it’s reabsorbed by the body.

There are different techniques for performing vasectomies, including the conventional scalpel method and the no-scalpel technique, which uses a small puncture instead.

No-scalpel vasectomy is generally associated with less bleeding and a faster recovery time compared to the traditional scalpel method.

Some men experience post-vasectomy pain syndrome, a condition characterized by persistent testicular pain following the procedure.

The risk of pregnancy after vasectomy is very low, but it’s not zero. A small number of men can experience spontaneous reconnection of the vas deferens.

Vasectomy doesn’t affect a man’s ability to maintain an erection or have an orgasm.

The procedure itself is relatively quick, usually taking 20 to 30 minutes.

Vasectomy is typically performed under local anesthesia, so the patient is awake during the procedure.

It’s not uncommon for men to experience anxiety or nervousness before getting a vasectomy, despite its routine nature.

Vasectomy doesn’t impact a man’s sexual desire or libido.

Some men report an increase in sexual satisfaction after vasectomy, possibly due to reduced anxiety about unintended pregnancies.

Vasectomy doesn’t alter the appearance of the scrotum, except for a small scar that may be barely noticeable.

While vasectomy is usually considered permanent, some men opt for sperm banking before the procedure to preserve the option of future fertility.

The cost of a vasectomy varies but is generally more affordable than other long-term contraceptive methods.

Vasectomy does not protect against sexually transmitted infections (STIs), so safe sex practices may still be necessary.

It’s crucial for men to use alternative contraception until a follow-up test confirms the absence of sperm in the ejaculate.

The first few ejaculations after vasectomy may still contain sperm, so it’s essential to continue contraception during this period.

The procedure is relatively low-risk, with complications being uncommon. Possible complications include infection, bleeding, and chronic pain.

Some countries, like Canada, offer vasectomy as a covered medical procedure under their healthcare systems.

Vasectomy can be a thoughtful and responsible choice for couples who are certain they do not want more children, offering a highly effective method of contraception.

Remember that vasectomy is a permanent decision, and it’s crucial to consult with a healthcare provider to discuss all aspects of the procedure before making a decision.

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Things That Embarrass Me

You may think I’m weird, and perhaps I am, but this is the truth:

I guess I may be a bit of an exhibitionist.

I am not embarrassed to be seen naked.

I am not embarrassed to be seen naked with an erection.

I am not embarrassed to be seen naked and masturbating.

I am not embarrassed to be seen mutually masturbating with a guy or girl.

I am not embarrassed to be seen in any sort of sexual situation.

Embarrassing:

I am embarrassed to be seen pooping or wiping my ass.

I am embarrassed to sing in public.

I am embarrassed to be seen brushing my teeth.

I am embarrassed to be seen around anyone who is smoking or obviously drunk.

I am embarrassed to yell or be really loud in public.

So that’s me. How about you?

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High School Masturbation Class

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High School Masturbation Class – As told to Spurtz by Kenny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Benefits of Wanking

benefits of masturbation

In the not so distant past, masturbation was frowned upon. People are just now waking up to its many benefits. We still have a long way to go to bring about a healthier society. As your reward for promoting masturbation and ProWank.com to your friends, family, and coworkers, you’ll find lots of goodies in this website, including tips, techniques, videos, great erotic short stories, true memoirs, complete online ebooks, and a complete A to Z encyclopedia of sex. It’s all free and complete. Enjoy!

Benefits of Wanking

  • Health: According to recent research, it boosts the immune system, balances hormones, and reduces blood pressure. People who jerk off at least once a week have thirty percent fewer heart attacks, half as many strokes, and are forty percent less likely to come down with diabetes than everyone else.
  • Slows aging: Those who fap regularly are more likely to live past eighty years old.
  • Clears the mind: Masturbation can be even better than meditation for breaking out of thought loops, eliminating worry, understanding things in new ways, overcoming mental blocks, and coming up with creative solutions.
  • Saves lives: STDs can be deadly. Masturbation by yourself or with friends is the safest form of sex.
  • Population control: With almost 8 billion inhabitants on this small planet, wouldn’t it be great if all the children being born were truly wanted?
  • You can have a good time by yourself at home, reducing or eliminating loneliness and depression.
  • Eliminates horniness: When you live without sexual frustration, you make better choices. Stop telling off-color jokes at the wrong times. Avoid bothering people for sex. Quit settling for partners who are not right for you, only to get sexual satisfaction.
  • Reduces pain: Dopamine and oxytocin, feel-good neurochemicals, are released. Wanking can be particularly effective for mild muscle aches, nausea, and headaches. For instance, it is has been known to reduce arthritis pain for 2 to 8 hours after a masturbation session. Jacking or jilling can also reduce the recovery time after sports over-exertion.
  • Helps with psychological balance: Reduce stress, increase confidence, calm runaway emotions.
  • Eliminates bad habits: Replace your addictions or bad habits with masturbation.
  • Helps with weight management: It’s not practical to eat while masturbating, plus the hormones released help regulate hunger.
  • This form of recreation requires no organization, no travel, no certification, no training, no special equipment, no investment and produces very little pollution.
  • It is the great equalizer. You can be anyone young or old, rich or poor, pretty or not, and you can still have wonderful solosex, just like everyone else.
  • Saves money: Masturbation costs nothing, compared to dating, which requires the cost of dinner, transportation, entertainment, and often much more.
  • Saves time: You might think that masturbation takes up valuable time, but it is far less time than driving to meet someone, and all the time that dating requires.
  • For men: Last longer in sex, eliminate premature orgasm, possibly reduce the risk of prostate cancer. Reduces likelihood of erectile dysfunction and incontinence.
  • For women: Improve your self body image. Smooth out the monthly cycle. Learn what you like and don’t like sexually.
  • For students: Be more effective in studying. The dopamine released has a positive effect on the learning centers of the brain. Jerking off to relieve horniness will allow you to focus better.
  • For everyone: It’s so much fun!

This is a Quora post in reference to someone who said that based on his personality, it was fairly certain that Adolf Hitler did not masturbate:

“LOL, I wouldn’t know for sure, having no idea how much the dude masturbated or had sex, but I do know that afterwards, I am much calmer and more peaceful, and I’ve known several people who didn’t masturbate, at least temporarily, and they were stressed, tense, irritable, critical, over-sensitive, hyperaware of sexual matters and stimuli, complains all the time, sometimes aggressive, and moody. I know how I was when I didn’t masturbate or have sex for long periods of time.

“I’m not sure it would have made a difference, as reportedly he did what he did deliberately to incite violence and hatred and conflict between the races. And people allow themselves to be manipulated by clowns like this, and the media that tells them what to think and feel.”