I noted, sadly, that one young lady, ShyGirlFran, said she: "don't really like the smell of sperm and the taste of it makes me heave". That is perfectly understandable as we are not made to enjoy everything we put in our mouths. However, we men do not necessarily help ourselves when it comes to expecting our wives and girlfriends to swallow everything we ejaculate into their willing mouths.
My wife right from the very first time has always swallowed everything I ejaculated. I remember her very first BJ attempt that I, without thinking, delivered her a huge amount as I just could not stop cumming. The thrill for me was just the ultimate and I just came and came. Later when I asked her what she had done with it she said very matter-of-factly "swallowed it of course" as if that was the proper thing to do. This was a sweet innocent girl who, believe it or not, was still a virgin and had never had a cock in her hand until I arrived on the scene. Having gone down on her earlier in one of our heavy petting sessions she, without prompting, decided to reciprocate the act. She said the taste was far from unpleasant and in fact she quite liked it.
However, it was not always the same and on one occasion, after swallowing it down she suddenly said. "Bah! That was not nice. It was very bitter".
This got me to wondering why? It became noticeable that my cum didn't taste as good after a lot of alcohol or coffee. Also she said it tasted really nice after I had eaten things that were sweet say, heavy in cinnamon or vanilla. I have since read that smokers, heavy drinkers, coffee addicts shouldn't wonder why their spouses are reluctant to swallow their cum!
I am also one who wouldn't ask someone to do something they wouldn't do themselves so I decided it was time to see what my semen tasted like. There certainly wasn't any shortage to choose from as I wanked off regularly every day. So wanking off into the cupped pam of my hand is quite normal and a great way of disposing of the end result of a good wank. Without doubt I can say the taste does change from day to day but not hugely unless I've had a heavy night on the booze or drunk a lot of strong coffee so I'm always careful to warn my wife off if I think my jizz won't taste all that good. If she still wants to give head then it is a decision she made in the full knowledge that it might not taste all that good. She has done that and then told me that I was right but she still enjoyed doing it for me anyway.
She would often spoil me by giving me impromptu unsolicited blow jobs. Not just the open fly job! No she would get my trousers and briefs down so she had unrestricted access to my balls as well which would receive the tenderest feeling and squeezing until I came. When I asked what that was for she said I looked tense and needed relaxing. Well it certainly did that.
Sometimes when she didn't want to go through the immediate process of mopping up her cunt she preferred me to cum in her mouth. I very much love going down on her and licking up my cum as it runs out of her but on some occasions she reckoned I wouldn't do a good enough job and didn't want to mess up the sheets!! We always had a fuck towel to put under her bum but by the time we had got to that part of things it had moved and was often to be found on the floor. No one wanted to get out of bed at that moment for that!
I love to JO in the shower. I find the shower head spray very invigorating around the balls and cock head. As semen coagulates in hot water and has a tendency to block the plughole I cum into the palm of my hand and swallow it. This way I keep a constant check on how my cum tastes.
So guys spare a thought for the sweet lady you are just about to deliver a mouthful of your best cum to. You know you want and expect her to slurp the whole lot down, would you?
I always feel sorry for the circumcised guys. They will never have had the deep exquisite sensitive feeling on their cock head as uncut guys do. I'm far from sure, outside the religious quarters, why this somewhat barbaric practice takes place? I have heard from some guys the utterance of "Well, I was cut so will my son be!!" There are so many damaged cocks out there arising from poor practice I wonder why it hasn't become more of a scandal. Of course having a foreskin does mean the owner must nurture and look after it but the rewards are great.
I have always had a deep fascination over my foreskin. When I was small I was unable to retract it which troubled me deeply especially as I did not seem to be like the other boys who could peel theirs back with no problem at all. Curiously the circumcised boys such as my cousins didn't have one at all so I felt really different and out of some of the cock games the boys used to play. I used to play with a couple of boys both whom could roll their foreskins back with consummate ease. I, on the other hand, could only manage to get it back no more than a third of the way and by this time the foreskin was tearing and in pain. But, I persisted and over what was probably 9 months or so, I was almost getting it all the way back but, it was still so tight that, the final pull to behind the head frightened me as I didn't know whether I could get it back or not! It was another couple of months before I achieved what I had set out to do. Phew! I was so proud I couldn't wait to show my mates now I was just like they were. Now I'd got my cock head out in the open it was sooooo sensitive. Any direct rubbing on it was almost painful. Under the foreskin though the feelings were exquisite.
So having had my problems I was very interested when saw my mother washing my young brother. She was very deliberate with what she did. She would very gently caress his scrotum and keep pulling on his little cock until he got an erection. She'd then masturbate him until, bit by bit, she retracted his foreskin. After a few minutes of this she would soap and wash the whole area, dry it off and give it a liberal anointment with baby oil slipping his foreskin back and fore over the cock head with the softest of movements. She'd then wank him for a bit which he seem to enjoy quite a lot. She did this to him well up to his fifth birthday. I was truly envious and quite pissed off! Why hadn't she done this for my cock? I would never have experienced all the trouble I had.
My foreskin remained pretty tight for quite a while but bit by bit it eased off completely and let me experiment with other sensations. I tried to see if I could overcome the acute sensitivity of my cock when the foreskin was fully retracted.
Although I had many attempts to live with my foreskin fully retracted I had never succeeded because of the intense sensitivity of the cock head once the skin is retracted. This is not an unusual practise and is one very common in Japan. It was not until around 1978, when I was in Hong Kong, that I fully succeeded. On one of my lunch time shopping sprees, looking for some nice briefs, I noticed some very smooth almost silky stretch boxer briefs. I bought some to try on for size and effect. They felt really nice and fitted very tight like a glove. This made me think I could try retracting my foreskin again. These briefs hardly chafed my cock head because they allowed so little cock movement as I walked and the material was so silky I could caress my now naked cockhead through them without discomfort. So from then on I began the process of keeping my foreskin fully retracted. I must say it gave me many erections through the day and I had to be careful that the cock juice emissions did not seep noticeably through my trouser fronts. These briefs worked really well and after three weeks which is longer than I'd ever gone I had managed to keep my foreskin permanently retracted.
The very thin sensitive skin on the cock head was slowly being replaced with a much thicker and less sensitive one. I could now start to rub my cock head without having to lubricate it. It was starting to work. From this time on I never intentionally allowed my foreskin ever to cover the cock head. In the beginning there were a few small problems with my foreskin as it had never been rolled up for so long like that before. This was mainly the dampness of skin that was not being allowed to be fully dry any more. I cured this with talcum powder over a period of time. The only problem being the tell-tale signs on my trouser fly where the white dust patches would show after I'd been to the toilet. I just had to remember to brush it off before I was in public view again.
I have to admit that sadly I have lost the super sensitivity I used to have. However, my foreskin is as sensitive as ever and I love the feeling around its open edge as it rolls back and fore over the head and adds to the intensity as I approach an orgasm.
My foreskin still plays an essential part in my masturbation technique as it always had. I can now wank very vigorously with or without my foreskin something I could only do before when I was really juicy and lubricated. So it was a gain all round for me. I love the feel of my naked cock head in my pants and can use the friction of my pants to bring on erections as I wish. A fabulous feeling that with carful gesticulations I can even wank myself off without even touching my cock, the only problem with this is a cum stain coming through the trousers!!
The best orgasms are achieved when either the foreskin is completely forward, this is most appreciated in oral sex, I love to have the foreskin rimmed, or when the skin is pulled as far back as it will go. Pulling hard back creates a really intense feeling and will usually give a good semen ejection that can shoot quite a way but are usually quite short. The forward ones are usually softer but more prolonged which is especially good in a blow job.
My foreskin is as much a part of the masturbation appreciation as is the stimulation of the head of the cock which also has two distinct erogenous areas. Without doubt how you wish to stimulate all or each one of these areas determines how you hold your cock during masturbation. Despite my foreskin being retracted for most of the time I stil find that for much of my masturbation I have it in a forward position and stimulate my cock head through it.
Anyway I found a clip on another site that really demonstrates the versatility of a foreskin. It's one of the best short clips I've seen. Have look:
I guess from her somewhat stony outward appearance no one would realise that my mother was no shrinking violet.
Although I don't suppose parents think that kids notice things they ought to think again.
I think my mother deep down was a bit of an exhibitionist.
She always seemed quite happy for me to see her naked. In summer she would quite regularly shave under her arms legs and cunt. She would sit back on the edge of a wooden chair with her legs apart as she drew the razor down the length of her cunt lips. She flattened each side until every hair had gone. She was quite happy for me to stand close and watch her, there was a sort of frisson in the air, and it was almost as if she wanted me to watch. After she had finished shaving she would apply a cream to the whole area spreading her cunt lips wide open several times for effect. She used to wear the sheerest of panties which made her cunt clearly visible. It was always noticeable when she had shaved her cunt and I hadn't been there because the black shadow had vanished and I could see her naked cunt lips again. I'd curse if I had missed one of her beauty sessions. I just loved the way her tits jiggled around too. They were big heavy and pendulous. I loved the way each one swayed when she bent over to pick something up. I was privileged regularly to see her naked till I was gone 12 years old, maybe older even.
I recollect the brazen way she looked at the guys my father brought home and showed them the naked pictures of her. She didn't flinch for one moment when the merits of the pictures were discussed. Her shaved gaping cunt was fully on view in at least half of them.
I finally worked out a little code my mother had when she wanted to have sex. When she would greet my Father when he arrived home from work I noticed that on occasions as she was kissing him she would reach down and gently squeeze and feel my Fathers cock and balls through his trousers. There would be a little bit of whispering and things would carry on. Then if I listened and night sure enough she would get shagged, my Father had is balls squeezed quite regularly. Oh yes my Mother loved nothing better than a good fuck and wasn't afraid to make her feelings known.
Washing the family condom was a regular affair which she would carry out happily with me besides her seeing her emptying the semen down the plughole.
The absolute joy with which she greeted the friend who was going to fuck her was incredible. I know she knew him but as far as I knew he had never been to our house before. Usually couples have a few meeting to see whether it could work or not. Not my mother! She took his hand and led him upstairs. She was really happy to be shagged by him. I guess it only finished because he found another woman and married her.
I've no idea if anyone is following my blogs. They are a true account of my life with nothing left out. Shall I continue?
As very nosey person I suppose I was lucky that the house had very old cottage ill-fitting doors that didn't suppress much noise and that my parent's bed was very squeaky. I had often been woken up by the noise of them having sex but for a long while had never understood what was really going on. I just felt in my bones that it must be very special particularly as it made my mother do strange noises. I was more able to study these noises once I had been given my own bedroom and I could listen directly though the wall.
The move to my own bedroom came more by accident I suppose. I was 11-12 at this time. My brother, sisters and I had all slept in the same bedroom as it was the biggest bedroom in the house. One morning I had got up with a very stiff hard-on that was noticed by my younger sister who pointed it out to my almost naked mother. She was wearing the most sheer short nightie that hid absolutely nothing. Whether the fact that I had been looking at her large gorgeous pendulous tits and a close up view of her shaved gaping cunt, as she bent over, had something to do with it I've no idea but I was nevertheless standing in the middle of the bedroom with my cock sticking out and my sister pointing at it and saying look mummy. To which my mother remarked Ohhhhhh yes that is big isn't it and got on with whatever she was doing. Overhearing a conversation she had with my father the same day during which she said that she thought I was too big, clearly I thought a reference to my cock, to stay in the same room with the others without doubt ended up with me going into what used to be my father's darkroom.
The negative side to this was that I was to miss my near naked mother going to attend to the other smaller siblings. I used to get a fantastic close up view of her cunt from behind as she bent over my sisters bed which was next to mine. The lower she bent over the more her cunt would gape open. Still I now had my own room and could have an erection and wank to my heart's content. On my own with an adjoining wall and 2 ill-fitting doors that were very close together I could now hear quite a lot that went on in my parent's bedroom.
Having learnt to read all of the silent messages and veiled speech I got to work out when they were going to have fuck. It would nearly always be on Friday and Saturday nights but frequently in the week too. Sunday nights came all into their own once she started cuckolding my father. So when I got the drift I'd make point of staying awake to listen. I would sit on my pillow and press my ear to the wall when I couldn't quite hear what was going on. Their squeaky bed would relay to me just where they were in their session. Foreplay would give a lot of movement and murmurs but the big giveaway was when a big squeak and crunching noise was emitted as my father positioned himself between her legs and slipped his cock in. Proof of this was evident as shortly afterwards the loud regular squeaking of his penetrating thrusts started off. Quite slowly at first but eventually gaining a rhythm. He was fantastically regular with his thrusts like a metronome and he went on for what seemed to be ages without stopping. I've tried to do it but found I have to stop because I was coming too soon. He just kept going. You could also clearly hear when the orgasm was near from my mother's low moaning and my father's quickening pace. The bed was really squeaking by this time.
Sex wasn't always successful which brings into question why either of them wasn't prepared to digitally stimulate her clitoris. For me sex with a woman ought to end up with her having a successful orgasm. But they were prepared to leave it as an unsuccessful mission for her. One thing is for sure my father didn't miss out on his jollies. Sometimes I would hear my father question her after a long session and she hadn't climaxed to which I've heard her say she didn't know perhaps it just wasn't the night to be. Sometimes they would have a little inquisition in veiled speech over what had gone wrong the next day while we were eating our tea. Sometimes, while they were having sex, part the way through I'd hear mother murmur it's not working and everything stopped. Sometimes she'd say you can carry if you want, which led to some really hard fast brutal shagging. I remember one night, when she hadn't wanted to, he just took her, it must have been a rape almost. There was a lot of scuffling in the bed with lots of plaintiff no, no, no's coming from my mother as he was trying to pin her down. He must have managed to get her legs apart and got between them. There was an almighty lurch as he entered her and a very loud cry from my mother. She must have been dry because every time he thrust in she let out a cry of discomfort. I felt pretty uncomfortable listening to it not really knowing whether I should do something. He brutally fucked her for about 5 minutes. I had never heard the bed make such a racket as he drove his cock in her. His thrusts were fast and furious. Then it stopped! Having got off my mother it seemed as if he just rolled over left her sobbing and sniffling. The next day my mother was as if nothing had ever happened. I found her dutifully working over the Belfast sink emptying his semen out of the marital condom. Might this be some of the cause of my mother's resentment of him? Although I never heard every fuck they had, I never heard one as bad as that again. Sometimes though, he just seemed to accept she wasn't going to fuck! I concluded that he had finished by wanking himself off. I snooped into their bedroom after one of these aborted sessions and found his porno strewn on the floor with a very full crumpled up condom laying there.
Everer since, my ears are always tuned for the tell-tale squeak of someone fucking. I get an instant hard-on every time I hear it. Hotels are good for it! There was a couple where we used to live where we had adjoining walls. We often heard the couple next door fucking quite clearly. This would also mean they could hear us! Hearing them would invariably turn both of us on and my wife would usually say she fancied a fuck too. The two girls got on quite well together and on one morning Gwen the next door neighbour came right out that they had often listened to us fucking and had been very turned on by it. From that time on it seemed we all knew we didn't feel any more need to quell any of the sounds we might make. The girls also swapped information on their fucking techniques so we all knew what the different noises and silent pauses were. We would both give a sneaky little knock on the wall to each other so each knew when they were listening. Although we all got pretty turned on with the noise neither side particularly fancied each other's partners. My wife didn't think much of her husband and I didn't think much of Gwen so a swap just wasn't on the cards.
I must have been no more than seven years old when I stumbled over some naked pictures of my mother, who would have been 33 at the time, taken by my father. It is obvious now what his full interest in doing his own developing and printing of photographs really was. It had been a winter's afternoon and my father had been very busy in his makeshift darkroom in the third bedroom. It was just by a coincidence that I happened to go upstairs for something or other and I noticed the darkroom door was open with the light on. What really caught my attention was a photograph of my mother totally naked. As I stepped inside I saw the all the photographs were of my mother totally naked. There seemed to be around eight pictures which would have been a whole film in those days. Her poses were a bit statuesque but clear, done so that every part of her could be appreciated. They had been taken on the landing at the top of the stairs, she was totally naked and had her cunt shaved which made it clearly visible. All the shots were of her standing. Her hands were on her hips with her elbows pushed back so as to reveal her full heavy tits. There was closed legs front side and rear: then spread legs from front and rear. On the side he'd made bend bend forward so you could see her tits' hanging. The was a rear bending over shot with her legs very wide apart taken from a few steps down this was clearly taken to show off her smooth clean shaven cunt. Her legs were so wide apart her cunt was actually gaping open. These were really lovely pictures of my still young and very shapely mother.
Around the age of 11 I hade become streetwise and more confident in my nosing around my parents belongings. As I went through the bottom drawer in my parent's dresser I found this set of pictures in a box. The very box I'd seen him with showing the contents to one of his friends he would bring home on occasions in the presence of my mother. I remember one occasion as the guy look at the photographs and then at her despite her blushes she looked at him in a very brazen manner. Knowing what went on later it's quite possible that he'd brought them home with the hope that they would shag her. I don't ever recollect them going upstairs together though. Perhaps she didn't find them suitable enough.
In that box there were now a lot more photographs than the first ones I'd ever seen. There was now a large set of my mother performing on the bed in their bedroom. There were almost two identical sets, one hairy cunt and one shaved cunt. Whilst a few shots of each set were of her full totally naked body the majority concentrated on her from her knees up always showing her tits and cunt. Many are where she lay across the bed with her feet on the floor. They varied from closed legs, wide spread; cunt open with one hand and two fingers and another stretched very wide apart with both hands. In the last ones she had spread her cunt by pulling on the inside of her inner lips which made her cunt hole really open and I could see right inside cunt. Then the end of both sets finished with a wooden dildo (condom roller) shoved right into her cunt. Some she had stood up with her legs closed and it poked out in front of her. Some from the side and some bent over when it stuck out the back. In none of those shots were she pushing it in but then came a sequence of close-ups showing her spreading her cunt and shoving it in from both the front and back. Well, well my father had been busy. This lot made my cock really stand up. During times when I was able to get my hands on them I had many good wanks.
This collection eventually got added to when I found some more pictures where my father had taken an ordinary wooden kitchen chair out on to the patio in front of the house. He's got my mother to sit on the chair, without her bra, blouse fully open with her beautiful pendulous tits hanging out. He'd got her to spread her legs very wide apart with her skirt hitched right up to her waist. She was leaning back with her bum on the front edge of the chair. In the first picture she pulls her panty to one side showing off her now hairy cunt. In the next one she opens her cunt lips with her two forefingers. The next few showed her, panties completely removed, opening her cunt very wide with both hands. My cock got a real spring in it when saw those. But there was even more to come!
A bit later on I must have been 14 at the time my mister inventor father made a remote release for the camera which he had strapped to the tripod legs. This he said, was so the he could take the whole family together, which he did. However, I found that it really was for a completely different purpose. I found a new set of pictures showing them having sex in the kitchen. There were pictures of my mother lying on the kitchen table with her legs as far apart as the small table would allow with her legs below the knees hanging down. Her face wasn't visible and her tits were falling to either side. They were getting very big and heavy by this time! Her cunt was very smooth and clean shaven and had been spread so the inner lips were hanging out and her cunt hole just visible. Evidence of the shaving accoutrements was also visible. The focus on her cunt was spot on and I was able to really appreciate what her cunt looked like very close-up. There were some more shots of my mother sitting on a low cut down wooden chair, that we kids had used, spreading her legs. I had never seen her spread herself so wide before with her feet up and her hands behind her knees. Her clean smooth shaved cunt was gaping wide open and really on display this time. She always seemed to have a sort of dead pan look in the pictures from before but in these she is really smiling and seems to be making a joke or two. Now we get to the mister inventors bit! Still with my mother sitting in the chair the photographs show my father's cock, also shaven, in my mother's mouth. Some a little way in and some all the way! Oh WOW this was really something new to me and looked fantastic but it gets even better as there are also photographs of my father sitting in the chair and my mother facing the camera with a huge smile on her face, legs spread wide apart with my father cock clearly up her cunt. This became even more obvious as in one she had leant back and spread her cunt lips. There were also the obligatory doggy shots where she knelt on the chair and took it from the back. These were truly fabulous pictures of my parent enjoying a mutual genital shaving session topped off with a full sex act.
As I'd joined in the Army it did cut me off from knowing what they were up to but, while on leave, nosing around I found some more new ones showing my father had not lost his touch.
My quiet, unassuming, conservative, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth mother was a long way from what she appeared. She liked her sex and plenty of it.
Besides my parents bed on my father's side there was a bedside locker with a curtain over the front. It was full of magazines showing scantily dressed and naked women. I found out about it because my very young brother use to crawl up to the locker and pull all of these magazines out on to the floor and look through them. My mother watched him do it but never stopped him. So my logic was if its ok for him then it must be ok for me. I felt free of any guilt seeing as my mother watched my brother and me leafing through these somewhat dog-eared and worn magazines. I'm pretty sure my brother was too young to realise what he was looking at but for me it was very different. My heart rate and my cock rose considerably as one by one the naked women came into view.
My father's source was chiefly the RAF camp he worked. It was in the main soft core porn. Although in some magazines the women were fully naked, their pubic areas had been very heavily censored and airbrushed clean. There were also lots of pinups in bikinis and bra, panties, suspenders and stockings. I really liked these as the suspenders had quite an effect on me. The nice smooth black stocking made their legs look gorgeous. However, there were a couple of magazines that were uncensored and must have come from the Canadians that were there at the time. The printing was all in French but the women were all uncensored! Nearly every picture was of a totally naked woman with some reason for her legs to be spread wide apart clearly showing her cunt. I never missed a chance to look at these. In one of the magazines, it must have been something of the S&M genre, as one sequence had this naked girl strapped to a tree with her legs spread apart and her arms secured behind her. This position had caused her cunt to gape open and was the subject of several close up photographs. Although I had seen my mother's cunt wide open this was something different. This vision was one I continually replayed when I had my wank in bed at night. I would imagine myself as the captor going round feeling and spreading the lips of her cunt apart.
My father would also bring postcard photosets back that he'd managed to get from the airmen. Many of these had actually been taken by them of women they had managed to get into their barrack rooms. He'd come back from work and tell my mother that he had something to show her. They would confer over them very closely with my mother issuing the occasional mmmm or ohhhhh! On one particular occasion my mother suddenly exclaimed that's so ‘n so she went to school with me, well I never I would have imagined her doing anything like that well, well, well! Most of the sets took the same line; 1 in bra and panties, 1 standing facing the camera totally naked, I standing naked of the rear, Then the rest on the bed finishing with a couple with her legs spread wide apart. Occasionally there would be one who would spread her cunt lips apart. The one my mother made a big exclamation over had done a big set of 12 and many had her opening her cunt. In the 1950s this sort of stuff was considered obscene and folk were ending up in Court over it and paying some hefty fines if found guilty! Pretty horny stuff really. After they had both looked at them they would temporarily be secreted behind the books on the sideboard. However, when the coast was clear I managed to get them out to see them for myself. It turned out that my father had managed to hold on to a few of these sets but it seems most had to be returned.
In the 1950s, for me, wank magazines were very difficult to come by so, I used to have to do with wanking over the lingerie adverts in some of the ladies magazines. There were some very pretty women in stockings and suspenders but nothing very racy. However, after a few years I had managed to get a little more respectable collection together. My mother found these magazines that I thought I had satisfactorily secreted away from her gaze. Despite being censored they were quite good ones by Harrison Marks full of women with big tits. Well my mother went and told my father who then confronted me with this fact. Had my mother done it I'd have felt quite at ease but because it was my father I didn't know where to put myself. He laughed a lot and seemed really pleased. He then promptly said you can have some of mine too and gave me a small handful of the magazines that I had previously seen by his bedside. I flicked thought them slowly in front of him that when I said I liked them very much he seemed to enjoy, as if we were now in the same club. I put them in my bedroom.
As my mother had already seen them, from that time on, they remained on the top of my small table with all the others I had managed to collect. Brazenly, I even left the ones I'd had a wanked over on the floor for my mother to pick up when she made the bed. She would always very neatly rearrange the pile smallest at the top largest at the bottom; it couldn't have escaped her notice that I masturbated over these magazines quit a lot.
Now, when I think about it, it seems very clear that my father had long wanted to share my mother in some sexual way or another. Although, much later after his death, my mother said she hated him for being demanding and manipulative I never saw any evidence of this while I still lived at home. On the contrary it seemed to me she was always very eager and only too glad to go along with things.
Around 1958 after father came out of hospital and things had regularised themselves my father started up conversations that always led to men that my mother could fancy. By this time my father was 40 and my mother 37 and they'd been married for around 10 years. This went on for quite a while when on one particular occasion my mother finally admitted to having a crush on this boy at school. In class he would come over and tickle her cunt up through a hand hole in the middle of the stool she used to sit on. She giggled when she related these moments which seemed to suggest she didn't mind at all and glad for the attention to continue.
On a later day after much more persuasive talk she began to admit that she really liked the guy and had it not been for other circumstances she could have had a relationship or even married him.
These conversations kept cropping up about her feelings for this guy and that she had seen him on occasions in the town when they recognised each other and said hello, and yes, she still liked him even now. Eventually my father had got in touch with the guy. Apparently his wife had died and he was now on his own with his daughter. This led to the suggestion that they should invite him over for a Sunday lunch.
Well, well, well! When he arrived she was like a little puppy all over him. No keeping her distance with this guy who I had never seen before but here she was so close already full of smiles and giggles. The Sunday lunch went off without a hitch and all the washing up was done and plates put away when suddenly my father said that all the grown-ups were going upstairs for a rest and that we kids should go and play in the garden and not disturb them.
I was now 14 and told to chaperone the rest of the kids outside. My younger brother, 2 younger sisters and this guy's daughter. Well I complied and kept them well away because I had a feeling I knew what they were up to. The upstairs window was open as usual and standing underneath it was not too difficult to hear stuff going on. They didn't talk too much but I could hear the occasional girly whimpers and giggles coming from my mother. There is one noise from my parents' bedroom that was unmistakable; the very squeaky bed! After about half an hour there it was the unmistakable graunching noise. That of one of them getting between my mother's legs and yes, within a few seconds, the rhythmic squeak, squeak, squeak of her being fucked. There was a few low comments as to ascertain that she was ok and then the pace started to quicken. As I was supposed to be chaperoning the kids and making sure they didn't go inside I had to leave my post and make sure they were ok. Every time I sneaked back under the widow they were still shagging her. I've no idea how many time they did her. I remember they went upstairs at around 3'oclock in the afternoon and the squeaking went on for well over an hour. My father came down to see what we were up to around 4.30 but when I passed under the window my mother was still being shagged. It wasn't just squeaking any more the bed was really rattling and my mother was doing some real loud moaning. I had to go back a join the rest of them so as not to arouse any suspicion. We were all in the living room when my father's friend and my mother came down at around 5pm. His friend had a big grin on his face but she looked very different too. The look I now recognise as a full sexual flush. My mother's whole chest front was crimson red as was the sides of her throat. Her lips were very red and full. She carried on as if nothing had happened and got the tea ready. There was quite a bit of veiled speech chatter going on through the meal. I had by this stage already learnt to interpret it. The facts seemed to be; had my mother had really enjoyed herself? A lot seemed to be the answer! Should they repeat it? Most definitely was the very quick reply!
I just wonder what was going on for the period that my father was up there with him as it was quite a while. Had they both shagged her? Had she done them both at the same time or one at a time as the other wanked as he watched on? The guy must have brought a supply of condoms as the family only had the 1 reusable one. It definitely got washed and dried the next day because after all that my father shagged her again that evening bringing mother to have one helluva noisy groaning orgasm. The ease by which all the parties went upstairs meant to me everyone knew what the deal was. My mother knew the moment he arrived that this guy was going to shag her; the guy knew he was there to shag my mother and my father knew he would see another guy shag his wife. My father had obviously arranged all of this with all consenting parties I just wonder how he got round to persuading my mother to do it. Guys are easy and he probably just put the proposition to guy like "Would you like to shag my wife"? The guy probably hungry for sex after his wife died perhaps thought who'd look a gift horse in the mouth and jumped at the chance to fuck a woman who he'd fancied at school. For me my mother proved to be something of a dark horse and to be fucked by another man in the marital bed in front of your husband is quite a large jump in morals.
Our new friends' visits became quite regular on a once a month basis at which the process was just the same except my mother now greeted him in a full embrace and a long kiss on the lips. She also discreetly fondled his cock through his trousers just like she did with my father. I bet she thought no one would notice - well they did! When it rained and we had to stay in meant I could listen to the squeaky bed going. It didn't take me too long to recognise who was fucking her. After listening to my parents fucking for a long time now I could clearly pick out my father's rhythm. The friend seemed to have a totally different technique of short fast bursts with quite long time lapses in between. I did become evident that the friend did most of the fucking.
They would usually all go up to the bedroom together but one Sunday my father surprised me by saying that he was taking all of us kids for a walk. We were away for quite a while which meant mother was all alone with him that time. They were still not down after we got back and the bed was still squeaking. When my mother finally made an appearance she was very red and looked very knackered. Her fuck buddy must have given her a real good shagging. My father asked my mother if it was OK. In a very clear confirmatory manner, not are you OK in a concerned tone. She smiled broadly and nodded very positively. Which I believe meant had she enjoyed a good shagging session. I know my father shagged her again that evening when they had a very long session. There was a lot of talking and giggling. She had quite a loud orgasm that night. I watched her the next morning emptying the condom as usual and washing it ready for its next use which was the same night. My father shagged her another three times after that with my mother having a climax every time so whatever had gone on that Sunday it had turned both of them on in a big way.
It would appear that my mother had become this guy's fuck buddy for at least a couple of years maybe more. After I joined the Army and came home on leave and they were still at it.
My Brief Obsession or more known as Men’s Underwear Fetish
I have an obsession or to put this way a ‘Men's Underwear Fetish' with brief underwear. They have to be tight and hold me firm. Every time I slip on a clean pair I just love the fresh tight feel of them. It's almost as if I'm having sex with them.
I don't know how it came about or why it's so strong. I have absolutely no compulsion to wear ladies lingerie. I love going in a shop and buying panties for my wife but it's her I like to see wearing them. Generally I only like brief briefs. Although I have worn old Jockey Y fronts I really only like the much briefer hipster style. They make it feel as if some third hand is gently holding my cock and balls.
I guess it all started when I was around 12 years old. I used to wear some dreadful long sloppy shorts type soggy underpants that would hang down below my school PT shorts and make me look ridiculous. Money was always in short supply in my home so I usually put up with the clothes that were available at the time. These awful underpants were coming to the end of their useful life and my mother was threatening to buy some more. She then surprised me and gave me some money to go and buy my own underpants. Free for once to make my own decisions I went and bought a several of pairs of Jockey Y front briefs. This was a fantastic moment being in men's outfitters asking the guy what size I needed. Triumphant I went home and showed my mother. I even put them on and showed them off to her. She smiled and told me they were just the right size and that I looked good in them.
I loved wearing them even in bed at night. I loved feeling my cock thorough them and experimented with my cock in and out of the fly hole. I would wank vigorously and cum in them not fully realising that my mother would see the result. No wonder she would smile at me and said I must change my pants more often! Although I was not ejaculating great amounts, more like a large globule at a time, it would amount to quite a lot especially when I was masturbating anything up to three times a night and more if I had been listening to my parents fucking which was very often.
Around the same time I saw some pictures of body builders in very brief posing pouches. They looked fabulous just with their cock and balls being covered. On reflection I'm sure these pictures were for the gays even though, in the late 1950s, these poor guys were forever being hounded by the police.
It was also a period when lace sided swimming trunks were in fashion and I was lusting after a pair. As luck would have it my father who had the ability to find things before they were lost brought a pair back from the RAF camp where he worked, they were amongst a pile of clothes that had seemingly been discarded. These trunks were considered too small and were offered to me. Oh WOW what a stroke of luck. They were absolutely fabulous in a smooth deep red satin/silk with string lace tied sides. They fitted very nicely larger at the back holding my bum and dipping quite low in front just holding my cock and balls. My mother smiled when she saw me in them and said I looked very good. I loved wearing those trunks and parading them off in front of the girls at the swimming pool. I would go there to show them off even when the weather was not great for swimming or sunbathing! As I got older and filled them out, the laces got spread wider and show with more bare flesh between them, they just looked better and better. My cock and balls were getting much larger and my pubic hair had started to climb up to my belly button. The front was now only just adequate and the briefness of them was showing off the full outline of my cock and balls. Yes, I felt really good in them.
After joining the Army I noticed a guy wearing some really small fronted briefs that looked fabulous. Although they only just covered his bum the material on the sides was not much thicker than a thumb and the front was only just big enough to hold his cock and balls. There was no fly to take his cock out of so the only way was to pull it out of the top, hence it being very low at the front. Being nosy I asked what they were called and where he had got them from. He told me they were called Breivers and were made by the same company that made Y fronts. Well I just had to have some of them. So when I got back home on leave I went to Jacques the men's outfitters to see what he had. Sure enough not only did he have them but in four colours, white, black, blue and a gorgeous bright red. So I bought a white pair, three black pairs, two blue pairs and three of my favourite bright red pairs.
At that occasion my Mother said very little when she returned my washing but about a year later when I was on leave again I went back to my favourite men's outfitters to buy more Breivers when he pointed out some new alternatives. These were very different and very brief in front. They were in a very soft stretchy cellular weave nylon and the front had been formed into a pouch. They were called Skants. They were very narrowly cut in the front and the front and the back was connected with soft elastic waist band. The fronts had no fly and were cut very low. My cock and balls only just fitted in them but very comfortably. They were wonderful to wear. The only problem was that there was absolutely no room for an erection, my cock would stand straight up and the pouch was left just holding my balls. At least the Brievers would hold and erection with my cock on its side, just! But these had no room for a hot cock. On returning my washing my mother did question whether there was enough room for me in them. Yes I assured her, took off my jeans and did a little parade in front of her. She nodded with some approval, tested the tightness of the elastic and muttered how small things were becoming these days. I loved those briefs so much I went back and bought everyone he had in my size which wasn't many. At that time he also showed me another style that although not quite as small were similar to the Brievers but in a leopard print pattern, I bought a couple of these. They too fitted beautifully. They were by Wolsey and called X ADAM BRIEF in Bri-nylon. I still have a pair which, despite their fragility, I cherish dearly. This I think was the beginning of my love affair with men's briefs.
I now have dozens of briefs, some I wear others I just to collect as they are too precious to wear. I guess many come from shops that cater for the gay society but I don't see why they should be the only ones to have all the fun and enjoyment of wearing brief underwear.
How is it that someone who declares himself straight can be an avid cock watcher? Surely he must be gay or even Bi. I'm sorry to disappoint the gay guys I'm not the itsy-bitsy-teeniest bit that way inclined. I'm a real red meat wide open and spread cunt man. That doesn't mean I can't appreciate a good looking cock.
Of course I get very impressed at extremely large cocks but from my experience particularly as a nudist these aren't the norm. I've often discussed the size of my cock with my wife who keeps telling me it is big enough! Were it any longer she said wouldn't want to deep throat me. She reckons that if any dimension would have an effect on her it would be girth. She reckons a fat cock would probably make her feel fuller. Although the tip of my cock can, when pushed hard enough, touch her cervix she doesn't appreciate it that much as it becomes a painful distraction to her enjoyment. So a much longer cock pounding her cervix is something she would not like to contemplate.
When I look at another guys cock I look at its beauty and proportions. I try to imagine if it was my cock and how it would feel if I masturbated with it. I imagine watching it fucking my wife. That thought usually gives me a hard-on and I may well masturbate over it. The cock may well belong to a confirmed gay but that doesn't really bother me. If it looks good and it moves me I'll say so.
While I could feel comfortable holding another guys cock in the circumstance that I was introducing it into my wife's cunt, I can't see me sucking another guy's cock. Quite a few guys seem to want to suck my cock and I truly appreciate my cock makes them feel that way but I'm not at all sure I could actually go through with it if I was really confronted with the opportunity.
The only pictures of me are cock shots. Unfortunately, this is the only thing left for me to post. For my wife, posting her pictures on the internet is an absolute no, no! She's very firm about it - No pictures of her on the internet. I can't lie I'm just no good at it. I cheated a little by putting a couple of cameo pictures on my gallery: Just a few Brief Moments:
She wouldn't be at all that happy to know that I have posted the ones I have, but they are of me. I have to admit that I love the frisson I get from knowing people are looking at my genitals. I like to receive comments if only to know I've been looked at.
Having Blogged about my little girlfriend watching her Bohemian style parents having sex brought me to realise that our own daughter has probably experienced almost as much.
Whist we did not intentionally set out to have sex in front of our daughter it did happen and over a period of time, she saw us doing it on many occasions. This was in the early 70's and the sexual revolution was just coming into its own and sex was seen in a somewhat different light than it is today. In my daughter's early toddler years we used to fuck openly in her presence without much thought as to what effect it might have on her. My wife reckoned that she would hardly notice what we were doing and that seemed to be the case. Later on we were a bit more discreet but children do have a habit of walking in!
In the summer months nakedness in our house was the rigour and whilst I didn't walk round with a constant hard-on my daughter got quite used to seeing me with the occasional erection.
There were occasions when she was exposed to our sexplay when for expediency, we didn't think it would matter too much. The shared bedroom on holiday where it was pretty much impossible to hide it. In the earlier years we would wait until she was asleep and hope we would not waken her. But later that wasn't easily achieved. And if during bad weather you fancied a mid-day fuck it was neigh impossible to disguise what we were doing. She would supposedly read her books and comics with her back to us but more often we realised she would be watching us.
In the car, on long journeys, my daughter would sit in the back while I would regularly frig her mother off in the front passenger seat. My wife loved it. As soon as I made my intentions clear she would recline the seat back and slip her jeans well down to allow me full access to her cunt. She would be wet even before my fingers got there!! Several orgasms a journey were not unusual. Truck drivers would often flash their lights as we passed by. My wife couldn't care less who saw her once her feelings started to intensify. In reciprocation she would then give me a blow job. How much my daughter actually saw of it we were not sure?
My daughter was 8 at the time would often have one of her girlfriends to play in her bedroom. One day my wife went upstairs to find both girls sitting on our bed going through all our porno. They both sheepishly left the room with the porn strewn over the bed. The porn was a mixture of our own stuff that I had taken (fucking included) and numerous Danish Color Climax and Rodox magazines that would reside on my side of the bed and on my wife's side was her beloved cock magazines (yes she is an avid cock watcher but they need to be erect) along with her dildo and vibrator. Later on my wife had a talk with her as to why and what we grownups did with it. It transpired that she had been taking sneaky looks at it for quite a while. Her mother asked her whether she felt excited looking at it. She admitted that it did excite her quite a lot. In an attempt to reduce the inquisitiveness my wife went through all the stuff we had page by page explaining what was going on and why. After, she was told she could have free access to it if she wanted but she had to ask her mom first and not to bring in any more friends to see it. She never asked but my wife did noticed her vibrator moved its position quite a bit!!
My wife loved for me to shave her cunt. This was a ritual we undertook on Sunday afternoons in the living room where my wife would put a towel down lay back and spread her legs in readiness for the depilation. I used my electric razor for the deed. By the time I got down to the nitty-gritty of spreading her lips to do the inside of the larger labia her cunt was running with her naturel lubrication. She was so soaking wet I often had to dry it off so I could complete the shaving. The shaving would always culminate in sex in one form or another. If my daughter was in we'd usually retire to the bedroom. My daughter knew about this and would ,by and large, not be around but there was the odd occasion where she walked in on us.
She had also witnessed spontaneous sex. There was one occasion when I was vigorously fucking her mother from behind over the kitchen sink. My wife loved quickies and I'd pinned her against the kitchen sink, our pants were down around out ankles. One hand was under her working her clit whilst the other was in the middle of her back holding her down as I fucked her. We were close to cumming just as she walked in. We had no intention of stopping at this point and carried on as if nothing unusual was happening. My then 10 yo daughter nonchalantly brushed past to get something from the fridge and left as if this was a regular occurrence.
My wife had been talking about sex to my daughter all the time she grew up so she knew quite a bit though far from everything. By the time she was 11 though they were having regular conversations on the matter. When I asked her what they had discussed I was told that was girlie business and not for me to know!
The only time she asked me something about sex was when her mother directed her to talk to me about how she should deal with her current boyfriend's tight foreskin. She was 14 at the time!
The last time I saw her fully naked she was 16 and looked absolutely gorgeous. Following in her mother's footsteps she had a clean shaven cunt.
She's 40 something now with a daughter of her own and seems to be a perfectly well-balanced woman.
To put my early chilhood int perspective I continue. This happend in 1950 - 51. Up to this stage I was pretty innocent in respect of the opposite sex. However, moving house put me in contact with some other kids and I decided I'd like to play with them in a similar manner that I had done with my cousins. However, apart from a very young boy these were girls! I got my cock out and tried to impress them with my erection but they seemed a bit frightened. One in particular was worried that her mother might find out. I promised them that no one would ever know and eventually got them to pull their pants to one side and show off their hairless little cunts. With the elder of the two it was just a quick flash but the younger one was not so timid. She really spread her cunt well apart so I could see fully inside. This was my first real sighting of an open cunt and really confirmed the difference I had noticed with my cousins.
Unfortunately, the elder girl's young brother blabbed to his mother about what we had got up to despite him eagerly taking part in it. The shit hit the fan and their mother told my mother that she didn't want her children ever seeing me again. My mother didn't seem that perturbed and just said that it might be best if I didn't play with them again.
However, it wasn't that long before the younger of the two girls, who came from a different family, sought me out and very directly said she wanted to play with my cock and would I let her? Well that was a silly question. Confident that this was a 2 way thing she quickly slipped her pants off lay on her back, skirt hitched right up with her legs apart for me to examine her. She didn't complain as I opened and spread her lips apart. I really stretched them wide but she didn't wince at all. I carefully felt the puffy outer lips between my fingers and then the softer moist inner lips. Later on I even pushed my forefinger inside. It may well be that I was responsible for the breaking of her hymen although there was no blood. It's ok she kept saying I really like you playing with me.
We had quite a number of sessions together in a favourite little spot out in the open where no one would find us. She loved to make daisy chains and put them around my cock. She made me stand up for her for longer ones the so she could see the effect of them hanging down. Although I hadn't realised it she had masturbated my cock and fondled my balls in very mature manner. She said she had seen her mum do it to her dad and he really loved it!! I loved it too. The feeling was really nice but unfortunately I was too immature to be able to orgasm. This little girl really knew a lot because she had watched her mum and dad doing stuff to each other on many occasions. It would appear that her mum and dad were always at it and often in front of her. It's just that neither of us understood what it all meant. Sadly and all too early the family move away. But fortunately I'd had a beautiful introduction to a females cunt............I was hooked.
Should I blog? That's a question I've asked myself a good number of times. Although I'm 69 I've not had as an adventurous sex life as so many others seem to. However, over the years I guess it all adds up. How to present my experiences? As a chronological narrative or a random series of cameos with all the circumstance leading up to it. I've chosen to do the latter as it may prove to be the least boring.
Nevertheless, I will start with my first sexual awakenings. I have had a very deep preoccupation with porn for a very long time. My wife reckons that it has a lot to do with my parents and what they exposed me to. She may well have a point but my deep interest in the sex was there from the very beginning.
After ww2, due to the shortage of housing, my parents found themselves living at my Grandmother's house. My first awareness of sex was at the very early age of 4 when, during the summer period, we were often visited by my cousins. There were 2 boys both older than me and a girl who was the same age. As it was the height of summer we were all sent out bare-assed to play. My cock watching started here. It did not take us long to start playing with each other and quickly achieved some very nice springy erections. The elder who was 2 years older already had a very noticeable much bigger cock. I was very fascinated with them because both had been circumcised and I was very much uncut. My foreskin was very long and so my cock didn't look like theirs at all! I was a bit perturbed over the girl who only had a little cleft where her cock should have been. I just wondered how she'd lost it. I asked the eldest cousin why she didn't have one like us and very irreverently shoving his finger between the cleft just said ‘see girls don't have one'. They too were fascinated by my extra appendage and we were continually feeling each other's differences. We strutted around the garden totally naked proudly displaying our newly found erections that were seen by everyone in the family. No one took much notice really so it must have been ok. After this we always compared our cocks and played with each other when we met.
At the same time that I realised women didn't have an appendage like mine I had noticed they did have nice soft tits. My young cousin's hairless naked cunt was very visible but the grown up women had a very dark patch of hair where a cock should have been. My Mother used to sleep in a very light vest and it was always rucked up underneath her chin first thing in the mornings. I used to love to get into bed with her and snuggle up to her tits. I would also make a point of brushing my feet over the wiry hair of her cunt feeling it between my toes. It really fascinated me and she didn't' seem to mind.
My awakening took off when I had a chance sighting of my aunt Dawn's cunt which was covered with really thick black hair. I was so fascinated and obsessed with it that I worked out where and when I would have the best chance of seeing it again. My voyeuristic tendencies had already started. From my secret vantage point I managed quite a number of sightings of this fascinating area of her body. Here I was a compulsive Voyeur at the age of 4.
Well I guess a good number of folks have had that sort of awakening. Should I carry on?
