One of my memories of girls enjoying and relishing fights between young lads takes me right back to the playground, to the groups of girls standing enjoying/provoking the fights at my own school in the 1970s. Hot stuff.
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Whilst recently browsing ‘my year’ on FriendsReunited, to my utter delight I saw that one of my classmates had posted a picture of another girl Julie D. who was a big favourite of mine at the time for her girlish cruel streak. A pretty, smallish, beautifully delicate girl, she hung around with a 5-6 strong group of pals led by Deborah V.
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When I/we were 13, a fight between two boys broke out suddenly in the playground. I happened to be standing close enough to hear her coo breathlessly (and obvious to me even then, in a sexually excited fashion) to another of her ‘gang’ “oooh, I love to see chaps fight”. I watched her closely then, and henceforth she (and her like minded group) always got something ‘extra’ from seeing the lads ‘have a go’. I always contrived to stand near them in the ring of screaming people that would inevitably form around the two scrapping lads. It aroused me, for reasons I didn't then understand, to witness this attitude to violence in members of what we were taught then to regard as very much 'The Gentle Sex'. Sugar and spice and all thing nice.
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The cruel side of Deborahs group didn’t stop at enjoying fights between boys either. Later that same year I witnessed something that has never left me and still arouses me now when I think of it. I alone was sat eating my lunch and occasionally chatting to Deborah, Julie and the others in one of the cloakrooms (bench seats with built in hangers above in an alcove – you know the type of thing) when in walked Simon H. Simon was a very bookish lad who sticks in my mind as it was ages before his mother put him in long trousers (he was in fact the last to make the transition from shorts!). Dressed in these shorts he sat down by the girls and began his lunch. I dont recall how it started but these girls, who had comefrom/were going to needlework class, began, at Deborahs instigation, to playfully tousle and torment Simon,some holding him whilst others pinched him, squeezed and hurt him while he was restrained. Then it happened. As I sat and watched fascinated, Julie suddenly had a needle from her basket in her fingers and began to stick it in Si’s arm. The more he squealed the more the girls laughed and, as I watched, you could see the playfulness go out of these girls and be replaced in all of them by something more dark. Their grip on him tightened, the handling of him became much rougher, a hand over his mouth to stiffle his cries for help. Deborah, the leader, then said (quietly and with that same breathless, urgent, sexual tone that I had heard Julie use at the fight) “stick it in his dick."
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On hearing this Si’s struggles reached a crescendo but were more than matched by the girls holding him. At this point I should have, but could not, intervene, fascinated and aroused (by now i was completely hard) as I was. I wanted to see what they would do to him - how cruel they would be. Those girls removed that boys shorts and pulled down his pants and Julie proceeded to prick his cock and balls repeatedly with that needle, all the while being egged and cheered on eagerly by the others. Eventually they released him and he ran off crying and no more was ever heard of the matter (bullying was not an issue in those days at our school).
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It was blatantly obvious to me, by then 14, that these girls were getting an intense sexual kick from seeing a boys genitals injured and when I read the numerous stories on the internet where femine enjoyment of seeing men fight naked is touched upon this again strikes a very strong cord with me. I am convinced that women, if they had the chance, would go berserk for that kind of entertainment, especially if it were ‘no holds barred. I watch the audience at boxing matches and the women inevitably shout, smile, and giggle with delight if a fighter is ‘winded’ by a low blow to the genitals. Just imagine what they would be like if the fighters were naked, their manhoods bobbing around as they fought, exposed and vulnerable. The ladies, able to see the damage being done would want it done and scream and yell their lungs out to encourage that damage to be inflicted I am certain. It is soo bloody sexy in them and is no doubt rooted in their gender in a 'survival of the fittest', natural selection kind of way. A natural and sub-conscious desire to secure the strongest and best sire for their offspring. And long may it continue...
Most of our mfm 's to date have been a bit unusual in that my lady really gets off on seeing two men wrestle against each other nude before the sex with her. To date this has been all mild stuff, a bit of sweating and grunting as we chaps grapple about on the floor as she eggs us on. It seems this may be about to change though - she was riding me gently and seductively last weekend as we planned our next mfm this coming week. This is to include, as usual, the wrestling mm scenario. As she was grinding me and rocking back and forth, i asked what she would like to see, "I wouldn't mind a bit of dirty fighting" she purred, "what? hurting each others cocks like?" says I (somewhat surprised), "ooh yeah" replied she with a sexy little giggle! I spunked off in her instantly. Naughty cat.
True experience....an incident in the playground during my
schooldays in 1975.
One dinnertime an argument (that had the probability to
break into a fistfight at any moment) occurred between two lads my age (14). As
is the way with these things, a crowd of spectators quickly formed around the
protagonists. The row got more heated, the mixed crowd calling out
encouragement and support to one lad or another. Then tension seemed to ease
ever ever so slightly between the boys and I knew straight away and
instinctively that no fight was going to happen - they just weren't going to go
for it and come to blows although still at odds with each other. I could not have been alone in
my perception because it was at this very moment that Sheila G., (known to us
as a bit of a slag) and her little gang of three or four girls, sensing as I
did that things were going off the boil, intensified their shouts and calls to
the lads to fight e.g. "hit him Bri" etc. etc. This group of girls
(and other individual ones too) became very animated and vocal and actually closed
in a bit around the lads concerned, pressurising them to begin the fight. This
had the desired effect immediately and aggressive behaviour briefly returned to
the two lads, but then things palpably began to cool again - I noticed
straightaway - and so did Sheila & Co. too. Immediately, in an all-out
attempt to initiate the fight they desired to see, Sheila and one of her pals physically pushed
the lads roughly into each other. This pushed the two protagonists ‘over the
edge’ and they began in earnest what was to be a very bloody fight indeed. This
was much to the girls delight. Almost 40 years on I can reiterate that those
lads did not want to fight but only did so because of the sexual presence of,
and urgings (physical and mental) of those girls. The girls wanted blood and violence
and were not going to be denied it at any price. Recalling this still fascinates me. A footnote...the lads received the cane for fighting as punishment
by the headmaster, the girls got what they wanted - the reward of seeing two
males fight.
I want to tell you about some `real life' occurrences that have happened to me or I have been a witness to. Usually they take the form of describing the ladies reaction when I introduce the theme of men fighting each other into our conversation. Yesterday a girl I know gave a spontaneous reaction along these lines which I wanted to share on here with you. It is not a great happening, but, knowing the girl as I do, it had quite an impact on me when I thought on it afterwards. Anyway read on , all true .
A male cousin, Jed, who I have not seen for ages called on me unexpectedly late morning and we decided to walk across the fields to the local pub for lunch and a pint or three.
Halfway there we met, walking her dog, Hannah a good friend of mine from the next village. Asking her to join us for lunch, the three of us wended our way to the pub.
Hannah and I are great friends but sadly only that. 18 months ago I had asked her if we could be lovers but she had said no as she did not like the idea of deceiving my long term partner. I still `carry a flame' for her though and often think of what it would be like to do her. She is late 40s, slimly built. Attractive but not a beauty, she is intelligent, witty, with a very demure caring and ladylike nature. Nature lover, charitable causes, that sort of thing.
Having ordered lunch the three of us settled down to our beers and were soon chatting away merrily. Jed and I are both in our early 50s and have always been close - same attitude to life, politics etc. Naturally with this closeness, and the fact that we had not seen each other for a while fuelling our good-natured banter, it could not help but be obvious to Hannah how much Jed and I had meant to each other throughout our lives.
I have noticed that, in any situation where there are two men and one woman, and where they are all mutually attracted to each other, that, more often than not, the men always end up competing in some way for the woman. I don't think it is always a conscious thing either - but yesterday because of my feelings for Hannah, I was subtly trying to put Jed down in her eyes. This would stem from the fact that I know he has far more success with women than I ever could have. He is an inch taller than I, and though I hate to admit it, more handsome too. He has a real way with women and I could tell that Hannah was interested in him and had picked up rather quickly that despite how well Jed and I got on, and how far we went back, that we were gently `jousting' over her. She seemed to like it. Its by the by but, I think actually, that she was deriving a little pleasure from my situation as a rejected `suitor' having to witness her being buttered up by another hopeful cock.
As the pints went down and we enjoyed ourselves sitting outside the pub by the river we noticed a lot of birdsong on this, the first good weather day of the year so far. Hannah said "oh yes Spring is in the air alright" and Jed said " yes, all that sap is rising!" to which Hannah, looking at us both in turn, said in an uncharacteristically vampish voice "ooh, I like the sound of the sap rising". All innuendo and double entendre but it excited me as it was quite a surprise to her her speak in this sexy (and a little bit sluttish) way. My cock stirred.
Shortly after this Jed and I began to good-naturedly differ on some point (I cant even recall what it was, probably testosterone and my semi-hard cock were to blame). We contested the point back and forth, each retorting and repudiating the others point of view, all in totally good-natured way. During this I glanced at Hannah and she was watching us narrowly, with a catlike enjoyment of our argument. It was as Jed and I carried on verbally thrusting and parrying away at each other, our argument gradually escalating, that she said it. "Ooh, you're not going to fight are you?". She was smiling as she said it but I saw her gleaming eyes, sparkling with delighted anticipation. She fucking well wanted us to fight. She fucking wanted us to fight. She desired violence from us despite (or more likely because) of what she knew Jed and I meant to each other. She had smelt our rivalry and it had turned her on, for a fleeting instant she had wanted it all and her eyes had betrayed her. We all laughed and the conversation moved on but we had all picked up on the sexual tension in the air for that all to brief moment.
That is really the end of the incident, but as I type this, I have been pondering just what had passed through her usually demure mind in that instant. Had she visualised two men who she knew cared greatly for each other, scratching, clawing, gouging,and pummelling viciously away at each other in an all out brawl to possess her, to take her?
I believe without doubt that she did. Now I know this aspect of her nature I shall try and draw her out conversationally as I have done with other members of `The Gentle Sex' that I know.
Well, because of something exciting that happened to me when younger, something that then lay dormant until remerging ten years ago, I am absolutely entranced by a lady that enjoys the attentions of two men.
Bought up to believe girls were sugar and spice and all things nice, it really thrills me when the ladies show their naughty and wanton side in this way. For me MFM threesomes are the epitome of eroticism, an intensely sexual experience for all three participants. In the men, the situation gently stirs their competitive nature as they (sometimes without knowing it) strive to sexually outdo/outperform each other in the eyes of the lady. The lady, always picks up on this little bit of 'tension' between us chaps and she is titillated, and yes, excited by it - this delicious mental thrill adds immeasurably to the physical pleasure she is guaranteed from having two eager partners fulfilling the needs and wants of her body. Knowing this sexual 'greed' to experience two cocks exists in the lady, of course drives us men to distraction - it fills us with an intense lust and makes us as hard as iron. It really does. Men just love a 'bad' girl I suppose, and the strength of the erections I have experienced/seen during an MFM seem to prove it.
Based on what my lady friends have told me over the years, I think all women should allow themselves to experience the utter ecstasy of two simultaneous lovers at least once - to not do so is perhaps to deny oneself of one of life's great illicit pleasures.
I am lucky to have a lady at present who enjoys this scenario as much as I and so am always to happy to hear from chaps with a view to trying to set up a bit of three-way fun. Likewise, if any couples are looking for a clean, healthy, non pushy, respectful, and no strings second man to join them in a bit of naughtiness, why not drop me a line. I can host in either case if required.
I remember, as a boy, experimenting with my foreskin. Gingerly pulling it further and further back, unable to resist the delicious sensation but fearing that when it was right back my end would fall off! Laughable now it seems, but in those days (early 1970s) you had no internet and were really 'on your own' to discover these things. I finally got it right back while fantasizing my mini-skirted mathematics teacher Miss B***ks was wanking me off - I remember saying to myself under my breath as I went along "wank me Ann, wank me Ann!". Then it happened - my first orgasm! My cock twitching and spasming all on its own, I thought I had gone to far, but would love to experience that first time all over again. Funny what sticks in your mind aint it.
SPERM WARS: Threesomes, Cuckolds, Sluts and Evolutionary Biology
Most men are excited by the idea of their wives or girlfriends being with other men. Yes, most. They may or may not actually like it. But many a man finds himself aroused upon seeing his lady flirt with a stranger, or perhaps a friend. He may be jealous, even very angry. Still, he can’t help but want to make love to her as soon as they get home, his erection stronger than usual, and his ejaculation more powerful, as if he is pumped up to win some sort of sexual competition with the other male for the prize of this valuable female, his wife.
A more adventurous gentleman might even encourage his lady to have sex with the other man, or dress in “slutty” clothing when they go out in the presence of other men, or at least talk about the fantasy of being with another man, perhaps while pleasuring her with a dildo, which *represents* the other man.
Traditionally, this kind of husband is called a cuckold, an old English word that carries connotations of unwilling sexual submission and humiliation. Many cuckolds, willing or not, are sexual submissives in their relationships, helpless slaves to their women’s desire for other men, or their own fetish for being cuckolded by their “slutty” wives.
But most people have never even heard of a “cuckold.” And most gentlemen who enjoy watching or imagining their female primemates having sex with other men in threesomes , at swing parties, in porn or with dildos, don’t feel humiliated at all. They do feel extremely excited, and experience harder erections and stronger ejaculations than usual.
What’s going on here? There are many explanations, but one of the more compelling reasons for this type of male arousal lies in human evolutionary biology.
Until recently, biologists thought that there was only one kind of sperm in semen with a single goal: to swim to the egg and inseminate it. It was assumed that the ejaculatory release of sperm was like the proverbial gunshot before the big race that has all the little tadpoles swimming directly to the egg. Recently, evolutionary biologists Robin Baker and Mark Bellis found that these “egg-inseminators” make up only about one per cent of a man’s sperm count. So what about the rest of the tadpoles? It seems that most sperm behave less like a bunch of individual marathon racers than a football team, with some players playing offense and others on defense. They discovered that many sperm don’t swim to the egg at all, but clearly hunt and kill sperm from another man that might also be in the vagina into which they and their brothers have spurted. These killer sperm actually contain *weaponry* that destroy the *enemy* in a Sperm War. Or, using football terms, they are the offense, tackles and fullbacks in the Super Bowl of Sex going on inside the woman. Other sperm on a man’s *team* play defense, blocking and protecting their inseminator-quarterback brothers from other men’s warrior sperm.
Why Sperm Wars? How did this genetic football game come about? Scientists speculate that, like our cousins, the bonobos and common chimps, our human ancestors were not monogamous, and often several males would mate with one fertile female within a few days of one another. These different men’s sperm would then intermingle within the one woman, duking it out for the evolutionary reward of fertilizing her egg.
Sperm Warfare explains men’s passion for football and other war games, as well as male excitement over female nonmonogamy
Whenever a gentleman gets ready to have sex with a lady, he unconsciously considers the odds of her being with another man. If he feels she is totally faithful to him, he might be happy about that, but his erection won’t be at its strongest, nor will his sperm count be at its highest. Unconsciously, his testicles *know* they don’t have to fight an adversary, so they need not generate the full army (or football team) of several hundred million sperm. Therefore, he *conserves* semen. After all, he only needs to send in a few sperm to reach an egg where he has no rivals.
But if he feels he could be a cuckold, if he sees his lady having sex, or if he just feels that she could—whether he likes the idea or not—his testicles spring into action and produce as many hundred million warrior sperm, blockers and inseminators as they can. The result is that the man has a much stronger erection, more copious ejaculate and a more intensely pleasurable orgasm than he routinely does.
A happy cuckold gives his hot wife a pedicure as she chats with another man
Apparently, the human male is wired to be aroused by sexual competition. This is one reason why so many men are drawn to so-called “slutty” women, despite how society attempts to denigrate sluts.
This also explains why so many men love porn. When a man watches porn, he tends to watch a woman he desires having sex with someone else, usually another man, or maybe even with several men, as in the popular gangbang genre of porn. Some male porn lovers enjoy watching women masturbating or lesbian porn, but the vast majority of men choose to watch heterosexual porn, meaning they are watch another man with a slutty woman, triggering a stiff Sperms Wars-powered erection.
The Sperm Wars theory also explains why so many men, even if they adore their wives, get sexually bored with them. If a gentleman feels there is no possibility that he could be “cuckolded,” and that his wife could be with another man, his sperm count will stay *comfortably* low.
This is not to say that couples can’t stay monogamous and enjoy hot sex for many decades. But a marriage that never even entertains the possibility of cuckoldry, ie., another man having sex with the wife, is doomed to low sperm counts and comfortable boredom in the bedroom.
A hint of rivalry excites the male, makes him feel that his woman is worth fighting for. Of course, the danger is that jealousy, even “retroactive jealousy” over past lovers or “fantasy jealousy” over future lovers, might overwhelm a man to the point that the Sperm Wars going on within his balls only adds fuel to his rage and paranoia. Thus, a lady must respect her gentleman’s boundaries; with some men, playing the Sperm Wars game is playing with fire.
But remember: the woman doesn’t actually have to have sex with the other man to create the scintillating Sperm Wars effect. It is only necessary that her primemate think she might, even if he just imagines it, and even if everyone knows it’s *just* a fantasy. Indeed, for most couples, the power of Sperm Wars and the experience of being “cuckolded” are best and most safely explored in the realm of the imagination.
Now, if only we could keep the wars to the sperm, and stop the wars between people…
