Finger Licking Good

In an effort to break away from the masturbation theme, I thought I’d move up to the next level this week and recall the first time someone else touched me “down there.”

The first time I got fingered was by my first “real” boyfriend in high school. I’d had a couple one-sided “boyfriends” (guys I liked, but who didn’t know it) and I went steady with a few others, but it was just kid stuff that lasted only a few days, or, at most, a week. Although my first kiss was with one of them, that’s as far as it went.

My first real boyfriend, Josh, started by touching my butt (over my jeans). I didn’t say he could do it, but, when he did, it was so exciting that I made only the mildest of protests. After that, whenever we would make out, his hands would be all over my ass, grabbing and groping. At the same time, he’d press his hard-on against me. This was beyond sexy to me back then – a real penis, right there, digging into my thigh, or tummy, or crotch. Much to my joy, he came in his pants a few times while we made out and dry humped. I felt like this was a huge accomplishment on my part, even though all I did was be there as something for him to rub against.

We would sneak out to the woods behind our school after classes (each telling our parents we were doing some kind of legit after-school club or sport). That’s where it was, as we were rolling around in the leaves, that Josh undid my button and unzipped my jeans. After that he groped my butt, rubbed his bulge against me, and tongue kissed me like crazy. Meanwhile, I was dying for more. I was unzipped! What next!? Maybe he was waiting for me to unzip him. I was clueless back then, but that would probably have been the right move.

Eventually his hand came back around to my front. A little titty action – under my shirt, over my bra. Then his hand moved down to my belly. I remember my clit literally throbbing – just like all those sappy romances said it would. His hand made it down to my panties. He ran his fingers over my underwear, driving me crazy. I don’t think he was consciously doing it as foreplay – he was going slow, feeling out if it was okay to touch me “there.” He took my silence as consent – I should have said something…”Finger blast me!”…but I was too embarrassed to admit how much I wanted him to touch my pussy.

It took a little time, but he began toying with the waistband of my panties. They were my white pair with little duckies on them. I couldn’t manage to speak, but I moaned to let him know I was liking where he was going. This apparently did the trick and his hand ventured down. He paused at my pubic hair, combing through it and sort of pinching my mound between his thumb and forefinger. It didn’t feel bad, but it also wasn’t what I was hoping for. I remember arching myself up in an effort to get him to go lower.

He soon got the hint, and just like that there were fingers moving toward my vagina – fingers that weren’t my own! He found my wetness with his middle finger and zeroed in on that spot. It was glorious. His finger circled my hole. I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or if he was just trying to figure out where everything was. He wiggled the tip of his finger in.

Josh must have noticed a change in me…I think I may have stopped actively kissing him in anticipation of what was about to happen. He pulled away and looked down at me. His eyes were so big and beautiful. It was as if he was asking me if what he was doing was okay. I nodded yes to his silent question. We looked into each other’s eyes as he slowly pressed his finger deeper. Yes, I know it sounds a bit corny, but we were teenagers in love forever and ever!

I think I was saying “Yes…yes…yes…” as he digitally penetrated me. It was as far as I’d ever gone and it was a big deal to me. A boy literally had his finger in my pussy. I think I may have hyperventilated a little – either that or the dizziness was from pure horniness. He pulled back before going too far, swirled his finger around, and went back in nice and slow. It was wonderful. I was so fucking happy in that moment. I knew it wasn’t the same as losing my virginity, but for me it was about as close as you could get.

We resumed kissing as he continued to play with me. My clit was aching to be touched, but I don’t think he knew anything about the mysteries of the clitoris yet. I wanted to take his cock out of his pants and return the favor (just using my hand), but I was afraid that if his cock was naked, and my pussy was naked, that things would go too far. I wasn’t ready to go there. God, I was such a scaredy-cat! I grabbed and groped his hard-on through his pants hoping that would keep him happy.

I’m pretty sure this was one of the times he came in his pants, but I can’t say for sure. I just remember our frenzied make out session eventually calming down, his hand resting on my pussy, my hand gripping his bulge. Time was up and we had to hurry to get back in time for the late busses. He pulled his hand out, held it up, looked at his fingers, and sniffed them. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away, telling him that was disgusting. Sure, I did that myself after I’d played with my own pussy, but I was afraid my smell would be weird to him. We buttoned me up, and I pulled my shirt down into place. That’s when I caught him putting his fingers in his mouth. I fought to pull his hand away again, unwilling to admit I was turned on that he wanted to taste me like that.

It was the longest bus ride home that day. I was squirming in my seat the entire time. I was sure the other kids on the bus, at least the other girls, could tell how horny I was. I ran straight to my room, pulled my pants and panties down to my knees and attacked my pussy. I rubbed my clit like mad standing just inside my bedroom door. I came in a matter of seconds, dropping to my knees and rubbing for as long as I could stand it. After the tremors had passed, I got completely naked, lay on my bed, spread my legs wide and slowly began touching myself. I realized I hadn’t locked my door, but it felt too good to stop and get up.

I reimagined the whole make out session. The feeling when he pulled down my zipper. How his probing fingers moved over top of my panties. The exquisite sensation of his fingers toying with the waistband. The tickle across my pussy hair. Then his fingers on my cunt (Yes, I had already picked up that word from Dad’s porn stash). His fingertip, dry at first, then wet with my juices. Sliding, slippery, unsure where to go or what to do. Then rolling around my opening, searching, exploring, discovering. I tried to recreate the feeling with my own fingers, but it wasn’t the same…it was good, but not the same.

I finger fucked myself for a bit, then went back to my clit – the way I wished he had. I was bouncing up off my bed and doing everything I could not to scream out loud with happiness as I came. I lay there panting, naked, legs open, fingers caressing my virgin pussy…one step closer to becoming a woman…

Whew – okay, now I’m all worked up after that little trip down memory lane! You know what that means…

And, just so you all know, I did eventually give Josh some hand action and a few lame attempts at oral (made him come with my hand, but was unable to succeed with my mouth). We never really went further than getting naked together and fumbling around with each other’s junk. I shouldn’t admit this in our “me too” era, but I did, at times, wish he would “force” himself on me and just shove his cock in my pussy, but I was still afraid of “going all the way” for some stupid reason (I blame my mom). Sadly for me, he was too much of a gentleman to take me like that (or he was just as scared as I was).

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So, how was it for you? Do you remember the first time you fingered a girl (or were fingered)? The first time a girl touched your cock. The first time you touched a cock? Any regrets from back then?

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Learning with Sis

A real experience shared by Andy:

I am 57 years old. The story I’m going to tell you happened in the early 1970s.

I come from a large family: 5 older sisters and  3 older and one younger brother.

This true story concerns me and the youngest of my sisters. I was 14, quite tall and athletic for my age. My sister was 17, slim, natural blonde hair, absolutely gorgeous in my eyes and wore the latest fashions, which at that time meant mini-skirts!

My sister and I were both in the house one day, alone. We were both reading, and the way our house was set out at that time there were two chairs opposite each other, either side of the open fire place.

As I was reading my book, I looked over the top of it and a flash of red caught my eye. I looked down and I could see up my sister’s skirt, her red knickers were on show. Hormones exploding!

I continued to stare and then I realised my sister was looking at me. I looked down at the pages of my book again waiting on my sister erupting!

It didn’t happen. After a couple of minutes I sneaked a look upwards again. Sis had fallen asleep. Her eyes were closed and her chin was resting on her collarbone. My eyes ventured down again…

Those red knickers were still on show, and I was sure I could see even more!

I continued to look, glancing up at her face every few seconds to make sure she didn’t awaken.
Then, she started to slide down the seat, and as she did so her skirt went further up her thighs exposing more and more of her knickers! I could now see a line of her crease going up the centre of them as the bulge from her fanny become more and more visible. After a few minutes she was sitting/lying on the seat with her thighs totally exposed and her legs slightly parted.

I got off my seat and knelt on the floor in front of her. I gingerly moved my hand near her. My finger gently brushed her mound. No movement from sis. I then started to rub my finger up and down her slit, through her knickers. Still no movement. I noticed a darker patch on her knickers. I don’t know why, but I then leaned in and kissed her fanny through her knickers. I thought I heard her gasp and looked up at her but she hadn’t moved. I then pulled her knickers to the side and slipped my finger in against her silky blonde bush. I was struck as to how warm she was. And the tip of my finger then touched her bare fanny—

Just at this point the doorbell rang!

I shot up off the floor. My sister jumped up and hurried from the room. The doorbell sounded again and I went to answer it. It was the bloody postman with a parcel! I took delivery of it and returned to the living room. Sis had gone to her room.

After what seemed a long time, but was probably only a few minutes, my sister returned. She asked who was at the door and then sat down opposite me again. Both of us went back to reading books.

After a few minutes I looked up. Sis was asleep, again. Then she slowly started to slide down the seat like before. My eyes were glued to the space between her gorgeous thighs. My eyes must have shot out of my head – no flash of red knickers. My sister was naked beneath her skirt, she had removed them!

At this, all pretence from me went out the window. I was on the floor between her thighs in a shot, lifting her skirt up to her waist to marvel in her glorious blonde bush. I buried my head between her thighs and started to kiss her. The wonderful odour was overwhelming. I was in heaven.

I felt her hands on my head. I looked up and saw my sister smiling down at me.

‘Lick me’ she said. I did as I was told. She moaned slightly, nodded her head and said, ‘Yes, that’s it!’

Over the next five minutes or so my sister positioned my head to where she wanted to be licked. Then her thighs tightened and she gripped my head between them. A sound came from her that I’d never heard before and I felt liquid squirt into my mouth. It was like sweet nectar, and I licked it up greedily. Then suddenly she was pushing me away saying, ‘NO, no, no, that’s enough!’

I have never seen a more serene look in my life as the sight of her lying there smiling. ‘Don’t you dare tell anyone’ she said.

‘I won’t,’ I promised.

In our crowded house, being alone together proved difficult. We both kept looking at each other, usually smiling slightly, and on a couple of occasions Sis lifted her skirt if there was no chance of getting caught.

Our next opportunity didn’t arrive until about a week later.

Our mother had left to go to the local shops, this would normally take about 15 minutes or so. As soon as we saw her disappear round the corner, Sis grabbed my arm and took me through to her room. She lay on the bed, hitched up her skirt, pulled off her knickers, and I was soon tonguing her.

She lasted longer than the first time, but not a lot more! Her juices tasted just as sweet as she orgasmed in my mouth, which this time I had clamped over her fanny hole. Not a drop was wasted. Soon Sis was telling me to stop again as I continued to greedily lick her.

I stood up. Sis was smiling up at me, almost giggling. ‘Remember, our secret,’ she reminded me. I smiled. She then glanced down and could see that there was a distinct bulge in my trousers. ‘Come closer,’ said Sis and I took a step towards her. She undid my belt, pulled down my zip and lowered my trousers. Then my underpants were pulled down a bit. My young cock was probably only about 4 inches long, but it had never been bigger or harder. Sis took it between her fingers and slowly pulled the foreskin up and down. In about 10 seconds I shot my load. A feeling which made my knees buckle and Sis got her hand covered in my gooey spunk.

She stopped and smiled up at me. ‘Was that a lot?’ she asked.

I nodded and said, ‘Yes, a lot more than when I do it myself.’

‘Good,’ replied Sis. She then put her knickers back on and went to the bathroom to clean up.

Over the next few months we had a few sessions, probably about once every fortnight. We were not taking risks. Much the same happened each time. I was getting more and more expert at what I was doing. I would make Sis cum and I even got to the stage where I could hold her orgasm back before letting it squirt powerfully into my mouth. Her clit (I didn’t really have a name for it at that time) would get hard and I could suck it a little bit. That drove her wild!

My stamina improved from that first time, too. It would take Sis longer to make me cum, and on occasions she would undress fully, showing me her absolutely wonderful body (smallish boobs but nipples that stood out).
The next truly memorable time was when after I had licked, sucked, and tongued her to another orgasm she took my cock in her hand as usual and she was wanking me slowly. The head of my cock always got very wet (I know it now as pre-cum, but at the time is was just “wet and sticky!”). Sis’s technique got even better and she knew how to get me hard and breathing heavy.

She looked up at me and said ‘If you get close to shooting tell me. Okay?’ I didn’t know what this was referring to but I dumbly nodded my head. She then bent her head down and put the very tip of my cock between her lips. I was trying not to breathe (Please make this last) as Sis gently sucked on the swollen head of my cock.

‘Sis!’ I cried, when I couldn’t hold back. She took her head away from my cock and started to quickly wank me. My cock was pointing straight at her face and my eruption shocked us both. The first load hit Sis on the cheek, just to the right of her mouth. She then pointed it downwards and string after string of spunk hit her boobs and her belly.

‘WOW!‘giggled sis, ‘That was great!’ She then did something that remains in my memory to this day. She took her finger and wiped some spunk off her boobs. She looked up at me and then, smiling, put her finger to her mouth. She licked it. A broad smile appeared and she said ‘It tastes nice!’ She then proceeded to scoop up the remaining spunk and swallow it. Watching this, my cock hardened again and she took it back into her mouth and sucked harder this time. ’All clean’ said Sis as she stood up to get dressed. ‘We better hurry up and get dressed,’ she said ‘but we’ll be doing that again soon!’

The next time, only a few days later, we knew we had plenty of time. Sis told me to strip completely. She did the same. ‘Right,’ says sis. ‘Lie down.’ I did so. She then straddled my head. Her naked fanny directly above me. She lowered herself down. I craned my neck to try to reach her and was soon slurping on her juices. I felt her take my cock in her hand and slowly wank me. This was glorious
This was our first 69. And I immediately loved this position. Access was easier, my tongue could get deeper, her clit seemed to be more sensitive and…I slipped a finger inside Sis while sucking on her clit. She went wild. Grinding herself against my face she covered me in girl cum. And…she didn’t want me to stop this time.

I felt her lips around my cock and it wasn’t just the head. Sis was giving me one hell of a blow job as she fucked my face and fingers. I almost screamed her name as my orgasm neared. I felt her suck harder and deeper. I did scream her name this time as I got to the point of no return. I came buckets. String after string of spunk shot out of me into my sister’s mouth. Sis came again drenching me once more. Sis collapsed on top of me. Both of us were absolutely shattered. Sis turned round and came to lie beside me. I put my arm around her. Both of us naked. The sweetest thing ever. Every time I orgasmed after that Sis took it in her mouth and swallowed.

Our incestuous relationship stayed like this for about three years. We never even contemplated intercourse. For some reason it was a barrier that we both shied away from and never spoke about. We were perfectly happy in what we were doing. My Sis taught me how to give a girl pleasure using my mouth. My sister used me as her blow job teacher. It was mutual pleasure. Sis then got boyfriends (she was still a virgin), and I started to look to other girls.

One ‘incident’ I’d like to share concerned my sister’s best friend Frances. Frannie, as she was known to our family, was in and out of our house for years (still friends with Sis now) and one day, when I was 17 (Sis and I were still involved) I asked Frannie if she wanted to go out for a drink with me. My sister smiled when Frannie agreed and our first date was arranged for the following weekend. Everything went well and when I took her home we indulged in some heavy petting (it’s good making a girl orgasm just by some light pressure of your fingertips, my sister had taught me well). Sis had stayed up waiting on my return and wanted to know all the details. She thought it was marvellous! Sis then suggested that I invite Frannie home when there was no one there but she wanted to be able to see!

I readily agreed and then made the invite to Frannie. She agreed too! There was a walk-in closet in my room, and Sis hid in there when she saw Frannie coming up our path. There was no pretence from either of us when Frannie came in. She went immediately to my room. We lay on the bed and pretty soon we were both naked. I went down on her. Within a few minutes she was coming. I then spread her thighs as she lay back on the pillows (Sis had told me her friend was not a virgin and was on the pill). Frannie was going to be my first!

I lowered myself down on her and she pushed towards me. Wow, the heat was incredible, I moved forward slowly and I slipped inside her. Frannie was good, Frannie was VERY fucking good! We fucked for ages. She came three or four times before I did and we lay back down to rest (both of us smoked). Frannie had her head on my chest and then I saw the closet door slowly open and my Sis grinning ear to ear. She then pulled her skirt up and I could see that the inside of her thighs were soaked. Frannie and I fucked again, after which I licked her to orgasm once more before getting her to give me a blow job (not a patch on Sis, but still fucking great!) When Frannie left, I licked Sis to orgasm. It was shortly after this that Sis and I stopped. I continued to see Frannie for a few months and it was always good, but not Sis!

To this day I LOVE giving oral to a woman. I’ve only had about 8 partners, all quite long term. I’ve never had a one-night stand, I was married for 28 years and never cheated. My only secret is what I’ve told you. Very happy memories. All of my partners have enjoyed my oral skills. None of them knew that my sister taught me.

Sis and I still live relatively close (about 15 miles), both married with kids. Our childhood exploits have done no one any harm.

Just after my divorce, we were at a family party and we both went out for a cigarette together. Nothing unusual in that. Perhaps we both had had a drink. We started to broach the subject of US all those years ago. Both of us said there were no regrets. I then said to Sis that I’d love to do it one more time. Sis’s eyebrow raised. ‘Me too’ she said. Just then someone else came out for a smoke and the mood was broken.

Nothing has been mentioned since.

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Porngasm

So, the topic of this post – big surprise – is going to be more about my masturbation habits. Sorry, but I guess it’s just been on my mind a lot lately.

I wrote a Tweet last week that got me thinking about an aspect of my masturbation routine. The Tweet was: “Porn makes me late for stuff all the time! But I can’t use it as an excuse… ‘Sorry I’m late, I was looking for the perfect cumshot to give myself an orgasm to and lost track of time…’” The part about me being late to stuff because I had a spare twenty minutes before I had to leave for somewhere and decided to “check out a couple sexy videos before I go,” then started playing with myself, and couldn’t stop until I came, is true. I don’t know how many times I’ve been late picking my kids up from school due to this phenomenon. This Tweet also got me thinking about how I use porn and how I get off to it. Or, more specifically, how I go about getting off to it.

It all started, as I suppose most of us did, with the thrill of self-exploration. Rubbing my pussy on stuff felt good. I’d hump my stuffed toys, my pillow, or my hand and that was all I needed. Just doing something “naughty” with my privates was enough to do it for me. Even before I figured out the whole orgasm thing, it was all about the pleasure I got from “down there.”

Eventually, I realized that these play sessions could be enhanced by dirty thoughts. These were my first, tentative attempts at fantasizing. At first it was thoughts of boys kissing me. I’d build elaborate scenarios in my mind about the hows and whys of the kiss starring whatever boy I was infatuated with at the time. It wasn’t even French kissing at that point – just lips to lips and some hugging. I’d try to time my “climax” to the climax of the fantasy – him taking me in his arms and planting one on me. I don’t know if I really understood the connection between the kiss and the feelings I was giving myself at the time, but it felt nice to me.

It took some time, but I began to associate what I was doing with sex (in my juvenile mind I referred to it as “Rub-a-dub-dub” until I learned it was called masturbating – yes, apparently other people knew about this and already had a name for it!). This is when my fantasies started to become more graphic. Again, I was pretty clueless, so at first my sex fantasies were about getting naked with a boy and not much more. As I picked up more information, my fantasies became more accurately sexual. A big leap was when I came to understand what an erection actually was. I knew the word, but didn’t really understand how it translated into the penis getting bigger and harder. Things went from just looking, to touching and thoughts of rubbing myself on a boy instead of one of my stuffed animals. It took me a while, but I eventually put it all together.

I had a few glimpses of porn in my early teens. My first being when my brother and his friend stole a Fredericks of Hollywood catalog from a neighbor’s mailbox (or maybe their trash). Not really porn, I know, but it was full of drawings of skinny ladies with big boobs in slinky lingerie and sometimes you could see their nipples. This qualified as porn to me back then. I remember being especially taken by the crotchless panties. It wasn’t so much about the panties, but the word “crotchless” seemed so dirty to me that it never failed to get me all tingly down there.

There was a boy at school who would sometimes have pages ripped out of Playboy or Penthouse. He was quite proud of his collection of tightly folded naked ladies. I could never ask him if I could see, but would always peek over someone’s shoulder when he was showing them. This is when I actually learned the word “pornography.” Which, much like “crotchless,” turned me on just thinking of it. I remember seeing women posing nearly nude in my mom’s Cosmo magazine and wondering if that qualified as pornography. I usually decided that it did, and would pour through every page of her magazines thinking I was looking at porn. It got me excited to do this, but I don’t remember masturbating while looking at mom’s “porn.” I do recall thinking that my mom was being naughty for getting magazines with pornography in them, and that gave me a strangely aroused feeling.

It wasn’t until I found my father’s stash of real porno mags and erotic books that my relationship with porn truly began. By that time, I had graduated to masturbating with my fingers and giving myself real orgasms. I was fantasizing about jerking and sucking cocks. I understood that boys had orgasms and when they did that sperm came out. The goal, as far as I could put together, was for a girl to get the sperm to come out of a boy’s penis. You could accomplish this by rubbing it, sucking it, or letting him put it in your pussy (but only if you wanted a baby). I don’t remember if I was fantasizing about my brother at the time I found Dad’s stash, but it started around that time.

Anyway, when I could, I would sneak out to the old garage (a stand-alone thing in our backyard) and look at Dad’s porn. I devoured the stuff with pictures first. I’d look at the naked ladies, jealous of their sexy clothes, and high heels, and hair, and press my pussy through my pants. Even when I had on a skirt or dress, I would press myself through my panties. I was afraid to expose my pussy and touch it directly. I had this very weird idea that my parents would somehow would know if I touched myself while looking at Dad’s porn. (I was also scared when I had to go to the Doctor because I thought there was a way for him to tell I’d been playing with myself.)

So, while I was getting turned on by the porn, I wasn’t making myself come to it on the spot. Once I’d exhausted the pictures, I began reading the dirty novels and Forum magazines. I can still almost smell the musty odors they gave off. Based on the yellowed pages this collection was pretty old. I would read as much as I could as fast as I could, afraid that if I spent too much time in the garage I would get caught. Once I’d gotten my fill, I’d hurry to my bedroom, cram my hand down my panties, and go at myself while thinking about what I’d seen and read. If I was home alone, I’d also say some of the dirty words I’d read out loud to myself – which turned me on like crazy (still does).

This pattern stuck with me more or less throughout my life. I would get turned on by something, but only later would I get off on it. I would see a sexy scene in a movie, then think about it in bed as I fingered myself. I’d see a hot guy, or a couple making out at a party, or two dogs humping, and build a fantasy around it when I was in the privacy of my bedroom and could do and think whatever I wanted. It was always a kind of delayed gratification thing – which worked just fine for me. This may sound odd, but when I started having sex, I kinda did the same thing. I’d go on a date with my boyfriend and fool around, then when I got home I’d diddle myself to memories of what we’d done. Even when I had actual sex, it was almost like I was doing stuff that I could get myself off to later when I was alone. I often had the urge to masturbate immediately after messing around with my boyfriend and was a little annoyed that he was still around and I couldn’t make myself come right then to what we’d just done.

It wasn’t until I got into online porn that things changed. Hubby and I had watched the occasional, traditional porno movie from time to time, but like my other porn it was more that we’d watch it, get all worked up, then fuck afterward. The sex after watching a porn together was always more intense, but I was often reliving various scenes from the movie in my head as we did it. I never really considered masturbating to the movies when he wasn’t around. It just wasn’t how it worked for me.

I was aware of online porn before I began writing, but it wasn’t something I sought out. I don’t really know why, but I had the sense that it wasn’t “for” me. When I did begin to expand my online interests, it was with written erotica. That felt “safer” and more in line with my history of reading porn more than looking at it. I started with basic couple stuff, but quickly branched out to voyeur/exhibitionist, threesome/group, and masturbation stories. It didn’t take me long to venture into the incest category. Strangely, as I mentioned before, I was mostly drawn to mother/son stories. I don’t know why I wasn’t more pulled toward brother/sister stuff, or daddy/daughter. Maybe it was that none of these stories matched up to my own fantasies on these pairings. Or it might have been how turned on I got thinking of my mom doing stuff like that with my brother.

Whatever it was, I would usually read, touching myself lightly as I did, then when I got turned on to a certain degree I would stop reading and concentrate on masturbating full out while visualize the scenes I’d just read. It was very much like I’d done as a kid.

Then one day I went looking for celebrity sex tape clips. It was out of simple prurient curiosity, but it got me comfortable with looking at porn videos online. I learned about the tube sites and the millions of porn clips available out there. I began to find it difficult not to “take a quick peek” and see what was on offer. It wasn’t long before I was down the rabbit hole checking out things I’d never seen before…men jacking off, pee stuff, gay/bi men sucking and butt-fucking, shemales, “real” incest, fisting, and (yes) a bit of bestiality every great once in a while.

Instead of watching the clips, then stopping and masturbating, things evolved so I was actually masturbating while watching – not just teasing myself, but fucking myself with fingers or a toy, and going at my clit with a purpose. I began making myself come as I watched. I didn’t really think about this as a transition at the time, but now that I look back it was a major shift. I was no longer relying on my fantasies or memories, but getting off directly to the visual stimulation in the moment. I don’t know why it took so long, but I’d guess it had to do with the abundance and accessibility (and variety) of online porn.

It was no longer a matter of having to absorb as much as I could, squirrel it away in the dark corners of my brain, then unpack it later in private to enjoy. I was able to open a browser, quickly bring up whatever kind of nasty filth I was interested in at that moment, spread my legs, and indulge myself right then and there. It was so easy it would have been silly not to do it!

Okay, so this turned out to be more of a history than what I intended. My thought was to explore how I go about getting off to porn now, but I got sidetracked into going on and on about how I got here. Well, it looks like you’re going to have to put up with another masturbation-themed dissertation from me when I write part 2 of this self-indulgent essay.

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Before I saw one, I thought penises were smooth (like a wooden dowel). I was surprised when I discovered they were all bumpy and veiny and hairy and sometimes curved. I think this came from the sex-ed drawings of male genitals where everything was just an outline and unrealistically blank.

What strange ideas did you have about sex back when you were trying to figure it all out?

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Self-Sucking Sissy 3

I finally published the 3rd part of Self-Sucking Sissy at LushStories. I’m still unhappy with the admins at Lush, but I don’t want to punish the readers there for the sins of those in charge. I was planning on chapter 3 being the end of the series, but I’m afraid I might need to do at least 2 more to bring it to a proper conclusion. We shall see. In the meantime, pop over to stupid Lush and give the chapter a 5 rating just to spite the bastards. If you don’t want to give them the satisfaction, I’ll have the chapter posted here at the blog in a week or two.

Also, I screwed up when I posted His Taboo Cock 2 and forgot to tick off the box for comments. I’ve fixed it now (thanks to an alert reader), and if you wanted to leave a comment for Linda you can (and please do!).

His Taboo Cock 2

An experience shared by Linda

The follow up to His Taboo Cock

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Author’s Note:

I wrote to Rachael separately about the emotional side and how it’s come to a natural and smooth ending. I think it’s best to include that, so you the reader get a better understanding of how the whole taboo relationship played out in terms of the psychological and emotional side.

Rachael’s Note:

I’ve included the text of her e-mail at the end of this part of the story.

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You will recall in the first part I described how it all got started with me and my son. Following that first night, he would come to my room at night and slip under the covers, expecting another blowjob from me!

After a few minutes of lying next to each other, the anticipation building in each of our minds (and bodies), I would slide down under the covers and suck his cock.

When he finished off in my mouth, I would slide back up to my pillow. After a short while, he would go back to his room without either of us having spoken a word. I would then proceed to jam my fingers in my dripping pussy and make myself cum.

With each passing day we both were desperate to fuck, but didn’t have the guts to take the plunge (pun intended).

I wanted him to eat my pussy, but couldn’t say it. I knew he was afraid to ask. What if I thought it was a step too far? I, too, held back wondering what if he felt it was too much.

During the day we would carry on as normal without any mention of what we were doing every night!

I felt it would tip over the edge eventually, but as the mother I would have to take the initiative.

With taboo thoughts racing through my mind through the whole day, I went back on the pill the very first day after I had sucked him off. Evil I know! I just had the feeling if it did go that far, I wanted it to happen without added hesitation and awkwardness of fumbling with a condom.

It had almost been two weeks since the first episode. I planned to make some move to venture into the uncharted waters of engaging in the ultimate taboo act.

I needed to give some overt indication that I’d let him fuck me.

The evening I decided to make my desires known to him we had dinner, and watched some TV before I told him I was heading to bed. I knew he would soon follow, but this time instead of everything happening with our usual silent understanding, I said, “I’m off to bed. Will you be long?”

I just wanted to nudge it in the direction of being more open about what we were doing. To which he calmly responded that he’ll be there in a few minutes.

The anticipation of that night was sky high.

I went to bed with my usual nightie on, but took off my panties before I lay under the covers. My heart was racing imagining what I’d planned on doing to break the barrier to fucking. Instead of lying quietly and waiting for him to leave before masturbating, I would start to play with my pussy while he was still there next to me.

I wanted to drop him a strong hint that I wanted more.

That night I sucked his cock, and then lay next to him with us both panting.

After about five minutes, with the sheet still over me, I had to force myself to be bold. I pulled my nightie up, opened my legs a bit, and started to finger myself. It might sound silly that this was as difficult as it was for me after having been giving my son blowjobs every night, but it felt like a big step…and a huge risk.

I started to moan and made it obvious I was fingering myself. My heart was racing, not just from feeling so horny, but would I scare him away? I really wanted him to make a move on me.

It had been a few minutes of fingering my pussy before I had my first orgasm, and I got a bit vocal as I climaxed.

My son, upon hearing this, suddenly went from lying quietly next to me as he always had (even when getting a blowjob), into a man who seemed to have got all the encouragement he needed to spring into action.

I wanted him to take charge. And he did! Much more than I had ever imagined!

In what felt like an overwhelming sense of surrendering to our intense carnal desires, he yanked the cover off us both, to reveal himself naked. And there I was lying on my back with my nightie yanked up only just covering my tits.

My legs were slightly parted, when my son used his strong hands on the underside of my knees and pushed them high up towards my tits and spread my legs open to expose me completely.

In a hurried manner he started hungrily eating my now completely soaking pussy. His tongue periodically darted into my cunt, and it left me moaning and panting loudly.

I suddenly whispered between moans, “Oh, fuck me.” Although the room was dark there was just enough light coming in through a side window where I could see.

My son got on his knees and his rock-hard cock was pointing at me between my open thighs.

My head was reeling, and I blurted out: “Fuck Mummy’s cunt.” He slid his cock in me and made me yelp when I felt the full force of his strong thrust.

The following few minutes, with me getting more and more vocal, the sounds of him fucking me were echoing through the room. I felt waves of orgasms flow through my body.

The one cock in the world that shouldn’t be sliding into me was the one plunging deep into my now very slippery and creamy cunt. And it felt so amazing. The only thing I wanted was for my son to fill me inside.

There was a frenzied manner in which he was fucking me, and as he was close to cumming he fucked me harder. The slapping sounds of us fucking filled our room making me cry out in ecstasy. I managed to tell him between gasps of breath to cum inside me. He pounded my pussy a few seconds before he let out a loud manly cry as he sent hot spurts of cum deep in my cunt, leaving me trembling.

We both collapsed at the end and stayed in bed all night. Only after a good while did I break the silence with: “That was amazing.”

The following day was the first time we spoke about what we’d done. We agreed it would have to be our secret to take to our graves! No one would understand, nor approve.

We had many conversations since, and we carried on our sexual relationship for around a year and a half. The only reason we were able to carry on was because we both dealt with it in a purely sexual way. There were no feelings which crossed over into us being a “couple.” We thrived on the taboo nature of our sex, making it the best and most intense fucking I’ve ever enjoyed.

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Hi Rachael,

Good to hear from you. Two months ago, my son went abroad for a great job. I wanted him to have a normal relationship we both agreed as we had initially, what we had was a secret and taboo sexual relationship. As scared as I was when it all got started a couple of years ago, in terms of emotions…we had lengthy discussions about neither of us seeing each other emotionally as a romantic “couple.” That would be ridiculous.

We were both, thankfully, on the same page. With him going abroad it made the break much easier. Do I miss him…obviously, as a mum. Do I miss the incredible sex…oh yes! But we never felt like “lovers”…emotionally. Had either of us felt like that we would have stopped it.

It’s a very secret episode in our lives that we’ll take to our grave!

I have recently started seeing a nice guy a few years younger than me. It’s going well. My son has also got himself a girlfriend, which I’m happy about.

The strange thing is our dynamic of mum/son, in terms of me having the “authority” over him, was never in jeopardy. But for about a year and a half, when it came to the bedroom…it always felt like stepping into another reality. Strangely removed from the real world and “normal feelings.”

Emotionally both of us, I guess, somehow felt we were just making each other “feel better physically.”

The boundaries, both emotionally and psychologically, seemed to naturally fall into place in both our minds. Even though it all started without words, we did eventually have talks about it.

The sex felt like something “other”…not sure if I’m expressing it accurately for you to understand. But since you have the “taboo” mind too, maybe you will. I’ve read your posts about your daughters…and what was clear to me is that you have all the exact normal motherly love and affection for them…but in some “compartmentalized” way sexual and taboo thoughts or fantasies roam. With me of course, it went that step further!

But maybe you understand the psychological aspect better?

I think in some ways we both felt…like you might feel (I know you love your hubby so wouldn’t do it…but just as an example)…if you went on an all-girls trip far away and ended up having a sexual fling with someone…but never even considered it hindering your normal relationship once you got back from the trip.

Don’t know if I’m explaining this well at all…sigh :)

Anyway, this is not part of the follow up story. If however you feel what I’ve said is something you want to include, that’s fine. You can tag it on and edit it as you see fit.

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Linda,

Obviously that was something I HAD to include. Your story, as sexy and arousing as it is, is only enhanced by giving us an intimate insight into your feelings and thoughts about it all. One of the things I’m often told by my dear readers is how much they appreciate my openness and honesty about my own sexual feelings, and seeing an example of this in your desire to share your “secret episode” with us all has really driven that home for me.

Thank you so much for telling us about your experience and allowing us into your private world. Where most of us can only fantasize, it’s a real treat to be able to live vicariously through those who have been lucky (and bold) enough to have made such an erotically taboo connection.

Hugz,
Rachael

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