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My best friend cousins came from Chicago. So her, her sister and I decided to keep them company. That night was crazy. We were tipsy off of Vodka and Belvedere. We started dancing. Her cousin 'S' started grinding on me. So I went to the bathroom and he followed he turned off the light. After that it was on! He got on his knees and grabbed my legs so I could only hold on to his shoulders. He sat me on his face. He licked the clit, blew in me, sucked me, worked it in circles. Then he stuck two fingers up my vagina. I had like 3 orgasms. Next thing I know we were in the tub with the shower on. His penis was so hard. We had sex laying down, on the wall, on the sink, anyway you can imagine. He nutted all over me. I didn't feel bad that my friends were in the other room because they were doing the same thing.

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY:   kissing cousins

When I was 19 years old I helped my cousin amy move into a new apartment at college. amy has always been my favorite cousin, but I was soon to find out how much of a favorite she really was. I picked up a box of books to move it into the bedroom when the bottom fell out and thus the contents. much to my surprise a playboy magazine fell out on top! I asked why a girl would have a playboy and she said she liked to look and compare herself to the models. I told her I liked to look as well and she proceeded to remove her shirt and bra. I was almost to stunned to move, but then she removed her shorts and her panties. by this time I was really getting excited. amy then asked me if I had ever had sex - no I said - the she asked if I had ever masturbated - of I course,said - the she asked if I had ever seen a woman masturbate - again a no. she began to finger her swollen, shaven vagina and I began to remove my clothes. in a moment I was standing naked before her with my dick in my hand. she smiled, licked her lips and nodded her head for me to continue. as she fingered herself, I began to pump my dick, in just a few seconds I was dripping an enormous load of cum onto the carpet. ever since that day, whenever the family gathers amy and I always find a way to sneak off and masturbate together. I love watching her and she loves even more to watch me!

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY:   Squirting in the Shower 2

I walked up behind my wife, who has a very nice voluptuous shape and an especially nice behind, and pressed my swollen penis between her buttocks. She responded by pumping up a palm-full of liquid soap and began to give me a hand-job. This was just what the Viagra needed, and I stiffened and thickened in a very satisfactory way. I held her closer with my right arm and felt between her legs with my left hand. But she said, No, she really wasn't in the mood, and was it OK if she just jerked me off. Since that's what I expected, it was OK. She gripped me with both hands and went to work. She's been jerking me off for quite a few years, including a period where I got hooked on a prescription drug and could hardly come, even with a Viagra-fed erection; so she's pretty good at it. She stroked my penis in her left fist and reached below to cup my balls in her right hand. That's always good for another quarter-inch of thickness and a few degrees of up angle. I squirmed for a minute, and then asked if she would do it from behind, meaning will she insert the tip of one finger in my anus and wiggle it while I come. She's concerned about my being clean, so I had made a point of soaping and rinsing in my butt crack. She kept stroking and brought her other hand around my right ass cheek, and I felt her little fingertip slide into my bottom and wiggle around. This sensation seems to go right to the area behind my balls, and I felt the first sensation of come being pumped up from nowhere... from my spine, it seemed... which means pretty soon I'm going to come. Her finger sunk deeper into my bottom until the first knuckle slid through my rear end. It made me pucker up and grip her finger. She knew she was getting to me, and her grip really started pulling my foreskin back and forth over the ring of my penis. This triggered the "hot spot" where the foreskin is attached to the penis shaft. I felt myself swelling and stretching even further, and could see my c*ck tip protruding further and fatter from her fist. When I designed the shower stall, with about 4' by 8' of floor area, I specified two grab bars installed at an angle. Now I could grab them, not for safety but for orgasm. I thrust my pelvis forward with my thick c*ck coming out of her fist even further, and contracted my butt-hole tightly around her throbbing finger. My scrotum tightened with another pump of semen, this time burning halfway up my shaft. She felt my orgasm beginning, and pushed her second knuckle past my anus. She knows where my prostate is, and the tip of her finger pressed right on it. She rocked her fingertip back and forth over the sensitive bulge at the front of my rectum, and I felt pre-come forced out of the top of my quivering penis at each stroke. She speeded up her stroke, and I knew that I only had a few seconds to enjoy the anticipation of the orgasm. She pressed harder on my prostate gland and milked me faster and faster; I gripped the rigid safety bars and contracted my ass cheeks rhythmically, faster and faster, until I shot the first jet of jism out into the glittering shower spray. I felt my balls contract as she helped me milk myself to half a dozen creamy white squirts that ran down the red tiles and were washed into the drain. Keep doing it, keep doing it, and after I was emptied, I still quivered under her knowing hands. Finally she turned away to rinse my squirts from her hands, while I hung onto the grab bars and breathed very, very deeply, dazed in sexual ecstasy. Squirting in the shower isn't at all a bad way to start the morning.

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY:   Doing it on Rubber Foam

When I was in my 20s, I lived in Manhattan and had a girl who worked in a building on 23rd St. with an older woman who had a business making Christmas ornaments out of styrofoam balls. Naturally she had to have all her inventory ready to ship to the specialty stores by October. The tree balls went for about $3 apiece, which was a lot in the 1950s. I was looking for a job, and used to come by first thing in the morning for coffee. She lived in Jersey and couldn't stay out overnight. One of her Christmas items was a pillow stuffed with pellets of foam rubber, and in the back room there were big denim bags filled with the pellets. One morning I came by and Lydia told me that Ellen, her boss, was going to be late. We finished the coffee and doughnuts I had brought and began fooling around. One thing about Lydia was that she never turned me down if she could possibly do it with me, or for me. It was a warm day, and she wore one of those low-cut blouses with lace around the tops of her tits. I managed to get one hand down her bra and started pinching her nipples. They were very erotic and this drove her wild. Pretty soon her blouse was down to her waist along with her bra, and I was working up from the bottom of her skirt. Finally she said, Let's go in the back room and be comfortable. I had wondered about the piles of foam-filled burlap bags and pulled her down on them. Pretty soon I had her pants off and her slip and skirt up over her very luscious white hips. I buried my face in her crotch, and started licking. She got very turned on and pushed me back on the foam and straddled my hips and sank her crotch down on my hard penis. We started the old faithful rhythm, but the foam started to add its own little tricks. The more had sex, the higher we bounced, until finally she was coming down on my penis so hard that I was deeper inside her than ever: I could feel the end of her vagina for the first time. We adjusted our rhythm and once we got it together, it was as though the foam rubber was alive and we were both being f*cked together by it. She somehow managed to squeeze my penis harder than ever, and as my shaft forced again and again into her vagina, we both began to come in a really spectacular simultaneous orgasm. Just as the foam billows subsided, we heard someone trying the locked front door. Lydia jumped up and adjusted her clothes just enough to go to the door: I just lay there in a sweet post-orgasmic semi-coma. I did hear her say to Ellen "We were just taking a nap in the back room" and the older woman saying "Yeah, you know I was young myself once."

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY:   Seven Times A Night? (Yeah, once)

I remember two one-night stands while I was in the middle of my first divorce. One was a trim, grey-haired woman of about 5'3". She was rather famous around the advertising business, being the ex of a well-known local DJ. I was invited to her house for a party, and at the end, she and I were left. I've always preferred much younger women (5-15 years younger) but I'd had 10 years of steady marital sex and the sudden deprival was rough. Gilda was at least 15 years older, maybe 20, and I learned quite a bit, not so much from her, as about myself. We were fairly high on Martinis and a little pot, and landed in bed rather unexpectedly (by me: I think she planned it.) She was very sweet-tasting and clean, soft skin although a bit looser than the 30-year old I had been used to. I gave her my best tongue-job, bringing her to a noisy climax several times, and then climbed on board and did the deed. I got the impression that she hadn't been used to a big penis, and gave her very satisfying sex. I dozed for a few minutes, and awoke hard again. She was dozing, but I wanted it NOW, and woke her up, and did her again. Again she squeaked to a full-blown climax. Dozed a few minutes, woke up thirsty and got up for the last half of a warm Martini. That seemed to get me going again, so I grabbed her sleeping ass, spread her legs, licked her out again and pulled her vagina over my (still-stiff!) penis. Another home-run. This time I didn't even doze; just lay there feeling my male member stiffen again. Again the tongue-o, more climaxes and another good stiff f-ck. This time I did fall asleep: felt like about a hour, no more, and I was awake and ready to ride my female pony into the sunrise, which I did, complete with fixin's. I noticed she was getting a little tender in the playground; ordinarily I would have been concerned, but this time I took some pleasure in giving her some pain: I think I may have been punishing the female sex. Slept for an hour or so, woke up getting hard, at her again. She seemed a little overwhelmed by my virility (so was I!) but taking it like a trooper. She was doing me orally by now; I think she was trying to cut down wear and tear on her pink parts; but that's where I ended every time, just as hard and deep and thick as the first one. As I lay admiring her firm little ass I realized that the sun was coming up and started to count how many. Unlikely as it seemed, I could definitely count six honeymoon quality sessions since about 11 pm the night before; and as I remembered, by God there it came up again as dependable as a sunflower and a lot thicker! I pulled her face down to my crotch, and the look on it (her face) started me laughing. I pulled her lips over the emerging organ, forced her head back and forth until it was about as long as before, pulled her onto it and forced her to use her hips to bring me (and her!) to another big one. My juice burned up the inside of my stalk, but that didn't bother me; she gasped when I rammed it all the way up, and it just excited me. After her seventh penetration and about thirtieth orgasm, she whispered, almost begging me to say Yes, if I wouldn't like some breakfast. She made coffee and fried eggs; I had three orders, and I saw her looking into my lap where the bathrobe (whose?) had parted, showing a healthy semi-erect male organ which looked (and was) ready to go again. I got involved with a tall blonde copywriter and a short brunette Irish political junkie, who kept me happy for the next few months; but the DJ's ex called me at my office six and seven times a day for weeks. I felt mildly sorry for her, but no guilt and no desire to help her out. It was zipless sex, in Isadora's phrase, and I has had the best of it and loved every minute. In a fairly active sexlife after that, I never even came to half that frequency. Maybe sex really is all in the head, although that night I would have said "in the c-ck head."

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY:   The Irish Designer

While feeling sorry for myself in the my first divorce, I ran across an interesting guy who ran Irish bars. After a few drinks, he said that he had two Irish dress designers coming on AerLingus the next day, and would I like to take one of them. I had borrowed my brother's E-type, and when I met Meghan and Kate, I knew that Michael was going to stick to Meghan, who had a trim body and a blonde Italian boy cut. Kate was heavier, pretty in the face, and we wound up in a motel with Michael and Meghan. I had never had sex in front of company, and was mildly curious if I would have trouble; but once I started eating Kate, who was as clean and sweet as honey and flowing like a honey-pot, I knew everything was OK. I still think she may not have been eaten out before, because her gasps and murmurs sounded rather surprised, but pleasantly so; maybe she had that in mind as a new treat in store for her in America. She came like a faucet when I ate her, and when my tongue was tired I took her round ivory ass into my lap and shook her every way but loose. The next morning I had to give my brother's E-type back and get to work, and I've never heard from Meghan since, but hope that her memories of "the states" are as pleasant as mine as the sight of her white Wicklow mountains rolling around impaled on my stiff shepherd's crook.

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY:   Mick

At 17 I had been absolutely frustrated by what had seemed a possible lover for about a year until I met Jane in a school play and gave up on the other girl. She was three years younger than me, and not threatening. She never wore a brassiere, as if she were too young and small to need one, which wasn't quite true. She lived with her mother in an enormous house not far from school. She was an undemanding friend, ready to listen with attention, whereas I was incurious about her, perhaps assuming that since she was so young, she had nothing to teach me about books or life, an idea which seemed terribly sad years later. I was amazed that her grammar was so good, that she didn't talk baby talk or feign silliness. I had never touched a girl until Jane let me touch her. She wore the plaid skirt that was the uniform of her private school, green with yellow and brown, and a white blouse. We kissed in her play room in the attic. I put my hand on her breast and she let me keep it there, even touched the hard spot in my jeans. I was astonished. After all the years of denial, here was a girl who wanted me. My hand opened her blouse and as I touched her bare breast, I got hard. Her flesh was silky smooth. We were both trembling with passion. We hugged and rolled on the floor until I rolled over her as she lay on her side, and I fell on the floor with a clunk. We both laughed helplessly. "I never touched anyone before," I told her. She looked at me tenderly. She was more beautiful than ever. We kissed, and I slipped my hand under her skirt and felt her soft straight pubes. I almost said "You're not wearing underwear," but at the last second felt with amazement that her pubic hair wasn't curly. "Your hair is straight!" I cried. She giggled, "Isn't it funny?" I watched in fascination as she undid my zipper and held my penis as it sprung out, clumsily but gently. It seemed to me as if her hand were backwards on my flesh. I knew where her clitoris should be from pictures and I rubbed it, too hard, as if it were a penis, since the books I had read hadn't mentioned the appropriate pressure or gentleness. We both began to stroke, adjusting and advising, helping each other understand until we were steaming along, open mouths sometimes touching, eyes sometimes open and meeting with more wonder than shyness. I was holding my breath, about to come when she sighed and said "Oh, oh, oh," as she moved against my fingers. "Don't stop," I said, and moved against her hand. She recovered and started again and I spurted on her hand and belly. I was to remember that day all my life. It was more important than my first actual lovemaking was to be because this was the first time anyone had trusted me at all. It didn't matter what love was or wasn't. What mattered was giving someone a chance. What mattered was growing up and out of the constant supervision and domination of others. What mattered was sharing an experience with a witness one respected, so that one could finally be sure one was alive. What mattered was giving pleasure to someone else.

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY:   Chemistry101

This happened during our college tour. We were in GOA, and as students, we had gulped down a lot of fenny. We finished our dinner and after smoking went back to our dormitory. I got moody and wanted to jack off. The fenny was making me sloppy and I walked out of the dormitory into the basketball court. I slowly pulled down my zipper and yanked my member out. I pulled and fumbled and got an erection. The yanking was gaining pace when all of a sudden our chemistry teacher Imelda came out. She saw me wanking and giggled. I was just beginning to come and could not resist cumming. I shot my load in front of her and wiped off zipped up and ran into the dormitory. The next day, I was pretty shy to meet her and she asked me come to her room. She said she could help in a better way and pulled down her clothing. Boy-oh-boy! at 40 she was terribly taut. She asked me lay down and mounted me. I could not hold long and I drained. We lay for ten minutes cuddling, and I enjoyed sucking her breasts. Suddenly she rolled over and took me in her mouth. She was sucking so vigorously that I yelled off. She shut my mouth and sucked me dry.

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER WAS BY:   Backyard

Last summer, on a warm breezy afternoon, I went out to my backyard to lay on the hammock and read a magazine. The cool breeze felt so nice on my skin and I could feel it blow up my sun-dress and on my shaved vagina. I also was aware that my husband was at work in his home office and had a view of me through the window. I was extremely aroused and wanted to put on a show for him. I felt safe with the 5 ft privacy fence that surrounds our backyard so I slowly lifted my dress and began to rub the exterior of my shaved vagina. I then loosened the straps of my dress to expose one breast. I went back to work on my vagina. I started to slide one finger into it was quickly getting more aroused and wetter. I slowly began to massage my clit. It felt incredible. Then I heard a noise on the other side of the fence, but I didn't want to stop pleasure myself. I took a quick peek out of my closed eyes and noticed that my 43 year old neighbor was peeking over the fence at me. I'm only 23 so it was kinda exciting for me to feel his eyes on me. So I continued, but kept my eyes closed most of the time so I wouldn't scare him off. It felt so good and I felt so sexy. I had the best orgasm after gently playing with myself for about 15 minutes. When I had finished I got really brave and put my index finger into my wet vagina and then opened my eyes, made eye contact with my neighbor and licked my finger. He was biting his lip and seemed to be moaning. Just then my 25 year old husband came out and walked over to me and pulled me into the house saying, "Get in here, you dirty girl." We then made love with the back-door open so that the neighbor could hear me orgasm. I loved it.

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