2020, An End In Sight

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I think we can all agree that 2020 has been a flaming mess, we started the year with most of the country on fire, and it was downhill from there.

I remember New Year’s Eve being a wonderous night, I came in to 2020 sober, bouncing from house to house being surrounded by those I loved most. I spent midnight with my two best friends at a party just realising I have surrounded myself with people who  are truly a light source in this world. (Even without a relationship anywhere on the horizon I know I’ve met two soulmates in those two, shoutout to Peter and Charley for being my missing pieces). I remember thinking how maybe 2020 will be my year and how I’m going to get my life sorted and settle down… It didn’t quite happen, as we all have at some point I got played (but did have some incredible sex so that’s a plus I guess?), and got played again.

Then, of course, we got hit with COVID-19, as most did I thought “Oh, we’ll look down for a few weeks and then we’ll be fine”, we’ll it’s 8 months later and we’ve just gotten hit with another round of lockdowns. I lost my job at the start of the pandemic, which is awesome, I had just taken out a loan, literally was starting to get on my feet again and 2020 absolutely destroyed me.

I started an Onlyfans, which hasn’t just been beneficial financially, I’ve found my power, I’ve harnessed my sex appeal into something that’s beneficial to me. It’s removed the need to be validated by men in the real world, I was basically at a point where as long as I was getting some kind of attention from men, whether physical or otherwise (let’s be real, it’s mostly physical, men have not been good so far haha). Now I don’t care for that, men need to be in it for more than sex, because there’s men paying good money for my nudes online and they validate me far more than a Tinder hookup ever could. It’s reminded me the kind of person that I am, and that I’m more than just a warm body, if a men wants my time they better be serious about more than sex.
It’s also gotten me more in touch with my own body, I know what I like, I know how to please myself better than I ever did before because I have to do it quite a lot more often than I did before. (And if the men are paying and I have to do it, I may as well enjoy it!).

I also started working for the Oh Zone adult stores, which has been one of the best decisions of the year, it is such a fulfilling job, spending the last 6 months being able to help people in such an intimate way, hearing the stories of peoples lives, their sex lives, and journey’s to discovering their kinks and fetishes. Having people come back and get excited to give you feed back, our regulars coming back to tell us what’s been happening in their lives and how their sex toys are going.
I’ve worked for quite a few companies that have been “customer focused” but not actually been, but with this work it’s all about making people happy and comfortable and I love it, I couldn’t ask for a better job.

 

I guess what I’m saying is 2020 has been terrible, it’s been such a hard year for myself and so many others. Having to be isolated, people being away from their partners, the immunocompromised, all those (like myself) who have lost their jobs, it has well and truly sucked.

But I have a few things to be thankful for, and I think a lot of us will, it’s been a journey for me and I think I have done the growing and achieving that I wanted to, maybe not exactly how I envisioned it or as smoothly as I thought it would be; but it has happened and I think 2021 will be a much better year, for everyone… Because honestly, it can’t get much worse.

 

Even if you aren’t thankful for anything this year that’s completely fine, 2020 has officially handed out a “pass” on being thankful this year, and here’s to 2021 being a great big step up.
Be sure to go into the next year with your nearest and dearest (with a 1.5m socially distanced hug) and be grateful for those you still have around. Get drunk and do what you need to do to forget 2020 and leave it in the past, as best as you can of course.

 

HERE’S TO A NEW YEAR, A BETTER YEAR, BETTER SEX, AND AMAZING TIMES!

Confessions of a real catholic school girl

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So if you’re into the whole catholic school girl fantasy foreplay then I suggest you stop reading because this may burst your bubble… however big (or little) it may be, or maybe you’re just curious about what happened behind those gates if you never went to a Catholic school. Well I’m about to tell you a little insight to what it was like to be there.

 

I was catholic schooled all my schooling life. So in all honesty I knew no different it was basically play by the rules or go home. It wasn’t until I graduated and went into the real world that I discovered how people were so into this fantasy that was really just an everyday experience for me. Beginning to date and being asked where I went to school started to become a no no question simply because of the remarks I would get, “oh you were catholic schooled hey, that’s hot” or ” we could put that uniform into some good use”. I was so confused. I have never experienced anything like this and to be honest the only man I had been on my knees for at that point was for the priest to receive the bread. So what was with this obsession with catholic school girls? Being the curious person I am I decided screw it I’m going to do my research and find out what in the world was the fascination.

 

You’re all freaky girls

I can confess right now that 99% of the girls I went to school with are the most vanilla people you’ll ever meet. So this theory is a bust.  Okay, so they’re not virgins anymore, some have been married so “god says it’s “OK” to have sex but behind closed doors the only thing they think is being freaky is trying a new position. Maybe 5% will admit they have tried sex toys. Since leaving school I have ran into a few old class mates and to admit to them that I now work in an adult store they go so red and can’t even look at me for the next couple hours, but why? It’s because in catholic schools it is so drilled into us that it’s a sin that many haven’t wanted to explore beyond the boundaries of what some will call a “catholic approved” sex life. Well if you think about it, go back far enough the nun had the cane and bend you over your desk after all.

 

But… the sexy uniform?

So a nun, priest and catholic school girl walk into a room, sounds like a porno I know but no, just a day in the life of a catholic school girl but they’re all considered “sexy”. Let’s get something straight. No true catholic school girl dreams of wearing plaid again because we are haunted from it from our school days. Uniform checks were a thing in catholic schools and boy were they strict. The skirts were measured every home room class to see it wasn’t too short because god forbid it was showing our knees, some of my friends that went to other catholic schools had to get on their knees and if it didn’t touch the floor it was straight away fixed. That little hair tie you had must be school colours. That backpack and socks, yep they have to be from the school as well. Jewellery had to be pretty simple too, some schools allowed a simple ring, some didn’t let you wear any. Earrings were studs or slippers. Boys weren’t allowed to have pierced ears at all they had to take them out if they did. Don’t even think of wearing a necklace that wasn’t a simple chain or you were allowed one if it had a cross on it. So moral to the story… Be plain. Come winter terms we wore blazers and they had to be cleaned and straightened. Female students were never allowed to wear pants during winter and yes our legs were turning blue, stockings only do so much. You’re probably thinking this is all made up but ask just about anyone that went to a catholic school and they will tell you how strict it was. If you wanted to rebel it was either stick to the rules or go home and if you were a repeat offender you were pretty much asked to leave the school.

 

Wait rewind. What happened to the 1%?

OK so there is some truth to where I believe the fantasy has come from. The “rebels”, “experimental ones” basically the ones that left school behind and went to the new exciting places. Some of us have gone beyond the teacher crush and went past the detentions and turned them into an exciting kinky reality. There was so much high school gossip and drama that went beyond Johnny broke up with Susie after second period. Catholic schools were the place to be for controversy so we weren’t all innocent. Some all-girl catholic schools had a “gay for stay” theory but that was beyond my realm since I was co-ed but from another catholic school girl it was a thing and I could only imagine what happened there.

 

So to sum it all up clearly fantasy and reality are two different worlds and many don’t want to know the real side and prefer the kinky little foreplay. Just like the police, firefighter, doctor, tradie (or whatever the next strip show will be generous to display) have their own reality verse fantasy story not to say that dressing up can’t be sexy. So have fun, experiment with role play but don’t be offended if a catholic schooled woman doesn’t want to get into that particular one.

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Screw The Crew!

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645am is a horrible time to be awake, but it’s a given in the life of a breakfast chef. Seeing Gillian every morning though sure made it an easier pill to swallow. She was a few years older than me, but fit as all hell. Skinny little thing with breasts that appeared bigger than her frame should allow, naturally dark hair and brown eyes to lure any sailor onto the rocks.

She was married. Of course, no one that perfect can stay single. But her husband was older than her by twice the amount I was her junior, and it was a loveless and sexless marriage according to her frequent daily offloads of her relationship. I always wondered why she would stay within that, surely she could get anyone she wanted, but leaving him never seemed to be an option for her. Perhaps it was a heritage thing, perhaps he was loaded, maybe he was hung. I never found out.

Gillian was affectionate by nature, always giving hugs and kisses to us staff and her regulars alike. She oozed sexuality, even at that ungodly hour of the morning. We were well in the grip of summer that one morning, and her skirt was short enough that from the front it looked like she was only wearing her short black apron. Distracting to the point I’d burnt myself far too many times when she’d drop dishes into the kitchen or put an order up.

That one morning, I don’t know what it was, but something overcame me. Actually, I know exactly what it was. I was standing at the bench, and we were going over that day’s specials, but for some reason, Gillian was leaning forward across the bench, her elbows on the cool stainless steel, her head turned over her shoulder, looking back at me. Those doe eyes glaring at me like a flare in the night.

I leaned forward, my lips pressing against her soft mouth. She welcomed the move by darting her tongue into my mouth, circling within in a way that already had me dreaming of how she could use that on my cock. She spun her body around and wrapped an arm around me neck and drew me as close as she could. There was no way she couldn’t feel my erection pressed hard against her belly. I wanted to tear her clothes off, see this amazing body hidden within her required black clothing, bask in its glory.

‘You got a condom?’ she asked with her sexy, husky voice. She ‘d barely pulled her panties off by the time I returned with a condom on already in place. Being so hard simply from kissing made me reminisce about those times making out as a teenager behind the school hall. Embarrassing back then, perfect right at that moment.

‘You need to respect the sanctity of my marriage,’ she ordered, as her skirt lifted as she placed a foot on the steel bench, her back still facing me. She scooped her fingers into the butter and spread it across that latex sheath, the remnants she spread across the tight opening of her ass.

‘Jesus fucking Christ,’ she groaned, surprised at the girth I entered her ass with. Gillian was perfectly tight, like no one else’s ass I’d ever fucked before. Though that doesn’t say much, as it was only one other woman. Usually they see my cock and tell me that’s never going in their ass.

My fingers found her clit. Moist and warm, pulsing on my tips, my other hand grabbing hold of her ponytail, yanking her head back for leverage as I drove myself deep inside her. My fingers kept shifting around, looking for that sweet spot until at last she announced my arrival there.

‘Don’t move from there!’ she ordered, like a side of fries.

I obeyed, flicking her bean as I pounded her ass, it’s tightness grappling my shaft like I’d never felt before. Given that we were meant to open the cafe soon, I knew I was in luck as there was no way I was going to last in the clutches of her ass. Fuck, her ass was even sweeter to look at in the flesh than in her tight little skirt. Bouncing back and forth on my cock, her handprints smearing across the cool stainless steel bench.

‘Oh fuck!’ I couldn’t resist or hold back any longer. Gillian was far too hot, and I’d long masturbated to super specific videos on pornhub that were visually close to her. Now, then, I was living that dream. And it definitely wasn’t letting me down.

‘Fuck yeah,’ she cried out, my fingers bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She macerated my fingers as she came, and I was microseconds behind her, announcing my arrival in a string of mono-syllabic gibberish.

As the condom filled to its brim, my rhythmic thrusts slowed, my fingers eased on their circling. My legs wanted to collapse like an early retrieved parfait, but I held my place, my body collapsing against her covered back.

Gillian slid herself off the bench, and pointed to my rapidly shrinking cock. ‘You better get rid of that evidence. You know you can’t screw the crew.’ In the slickest move I’ve ever seen, she was off the bench, her knickers pulled back up, and out to the front of the cafe to open up shop.

My head was spinning, and I thought I could possibly pass out, as she opened the door and greeted the regular customers, still smelling of my sex. I hid my condom in an empty egg carton, and although Gillian and I played it cool for the rest of the day, our whole working career even, I couldn’t help but occasionally smell my fingers, and remember that brief encounter we shared that very morning.

 

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I Won the Grand Slam!

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These days it seems like the only time I truly get to be alone is in the bath. No one to bother me, be it in person, on socials or heaven forbid, by actually calling on a phone. Beyond bath time giving me the chance to collect my thoughts and release my stresses of the day, that also makes it the perfect time to get myself off.

When the guy in the sex shop was showing me some new Evolved toys, the Grand Slam easily stood out from the rest. This very aptly named toy really does the lot. The shaft of this deep blue toy not only thrusts, but it also twirls, and just to put the icing on the cake, has rotating beads along it. For external pleasure, it has two bulbous rabbit ears, each with its own motor, and is designed to give a rumbly vibration deep down to the areas of your clitoris many may not even know exists. Those ‘legs’ that spread down thoughout your vaginal area, and not just the little ‘bean’ everyone thinks is the clit.

While I was holding the demo and feeling its intense vibes, the shop guy was muttering on about its features, ‘rechargeable’, ‘5 year warranty’ etc, but when he said ‘waterproof and submersible’, I couldn’t get the boxed toy onto the counter quick enough!

Of course, when you have big plans for alone time, something always seems to pop up and delay it for as long as possible and so it wasn’t until well after ten that night until I finally slipped into that steaming hot bath. With a few sips of my white wine, I could already begin to feel the days troubles float away. Until I put my glass down and saw that big blue bad boy staring right back at me.

No, not yet.

But my mind wouldn’t escape it, even as I sank and immersed myself to the top of my neck, my nipples poking through the water like they were gasping for air, I could still remember how it trembled in my hand back in the shop. How when I held its shaft, it kept trying to drive itself into me, beckoning to me, just as I could feel it doing now from the bath side stand.

Look into my eyes, I am your captain now,’ it was saying, just as all rabbit vibes do these days.

But really, why should I withold pleasure for myself. It’s not like I was waiting for him to buy me a drink or anything. I snatched up his slender, sleek body and turned on the shaft. He immediately whirred into action, thrusting and twisting, beads spinning.

I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so damn eager!

The water churned as I submerged the toy. No lube required tonight. He crept inside me, and for a moment, I felt my body struggling against it. This was one intense fucking toy. The Grand Slam was already getting me hotter than the bath water, and we’d barely even started.

I clicked the rabbit ears on as they rocked up along each side of my clit. Jesus! Those motors sure rumbled into action, sending pulses deep down through the body and bulbs of my clitoris. Uncontrollably, my foot sent water splashing over the edge of the bath.

From here, the Grand Slam and I began to work organically, in unison. I have no recollection which buttons or settings I was using, just completely lost to the sensations. Every time the shaft rotated, its beads would sweep past my g-spot and I’m glad that nobody could see the reaction on my face that this motion drew from me.

Barely a minute into play, and this bad boy grabbed a hold of me and dragged me kicking and screaming, literally, to a ravaging climax. I used to think I knew what the words orgasmic, ecstatic and explosive meant, until I met the Grand Slam.

Still lost in the thrall of this blue beauty, I couldn’t even manage to withdraw the toy. And so it took me again, cresendoing in seconds, forcing both the bath water and myself to gush everywhere.

And then once again.

And again, until completely spent, my body ejected this majestic beast into the bath, where I could hear it still swimming around over my panting breath. I couldn’t even move, besides my twitching legs and heaving chest.

Eventually I managed to turn my new favourite toy off, but it was still a long time until I could sip my now warm wine or empty out the nearly cold bath water. When I finally did, even the light satin of my slip continued to send shudders through my body. Needless to say, I had an amazing sleep that night.

 

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The Wine Glass!

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I’ve always been a kinky person. All throughout High School I kept getting in trouble because I couldn’t keep from humping everything, saying the wrong things at the wrong time, and just basically being intrigued about everything related to sex, which, coming from a very religious family, is not something that usually went unpunished. Yes, as you’ve probably guessed by now, I ended up getting grounded a lot. So by senior year I was becoming an expert at avoiding getting into trouble while still trying to figure out why I felt so curious about this carnal sin called sex.

I somehow managed to graduate with pretty good grades and was accepted to a pretty awesome college far away from home. In fact, the distance from my home was a factor that I valued a lot when making my decision on which school I wanted to attend. I finally wanted to be free from the judging gaze of my parents and family. Finally liberated, I must admit I went a little nuts with this newfound freedom. Let me tell you about one of these moments, this is the time I learned a new Japanese term at college.

During my college years I made a group of pretty loyal friends that closely resembled the group that I had in High School. In my experience geeky boys have a tendency to be secretly kinky, and they also lack the ego to be jerks or assholes to me after they learn of my kinks and hang-ups. In High School I learned that the popular crowd will quickly turn on and destroy people in their own group for much less than being a sexual deviant, so I always kept my distance from them. The geeky kids were always sweet and glad to have any kind of female attention and friendship. They were all hopelessly single, hopelessly sweet, and hopelessly horny, which was just the kind of friend I was looking for.

My college group of friend consisted of five really close friends. We called ourselves the O.R.G. (Oppidan Research Group). Not because of we were researching anything related to Urbanism or anything like that, we just found it hilarious that it sounded like the word “orgy”. If there was any research that our group would do, then it was usually related to sex and deviant/perverted sexual practices. The internet had just recently become “a thing” and information about sex had never before been as readily available as it was back then.

In our group we had: Roger, the rich, Asian kid. He had a round-face, was short, pale, and was the king of all the tech and gadgets. His house had Internet built in, which was a big deal in a world of dial-up Internet. Next there was Tom, the tall, pale, and thin-as-a-stick kid from Florida. Nowadays there are jokes on the Internet about “Florida Man” doing some fucked up thing, I think it may actually be Tom! I’m joking of course, but he was an odd looking kid. Very quiet, but always had a glint of mischief in his eyes. Sam was a skinny, geeky black kid. If I had to describe him I would say he looked like a less goofy looking Steve Urkel. And rounding up the O.R.G. was David. He had long curly hair, was somewhat built, and came from a huge family New Jersey. I was the only girl in the group. And maybe it was because I was the only girl brave enough to hang out with these geeky perverts.

It was a Thursday night, we’d gathered to “study” at our usual meeting place: Roger’s house.

Roger was a local boy, he had always lived close to the college because his parents were both doctors and one of them was a professor at our college. His house was huge and mostly empty all the time because his parents were often out working or traveling, which was just perfect for us; a big, beautiful house all to ourselves with great furniture and many places to study or goof off. Also, during the warmer months, the pool was one of our favorite places to chill out.

Roger’s parents were both out, as was usual, so we had the house to ourselves. Roger was extremely giddy and joking around with the rest of the crew. I’d been the last to arrive to the house and they were giggling and making jokes about some strange word that sounded like “go-koon” to my ears. They were joking about getting some more go-koon from the fridge, which immediately drew out groans and “eww” from the others. After a few more mentions of this word related to food or drink, I finally gave up an asked what they were talking about. And they all burst out laughing, which only doubled my determination to find out what the joke was.

Roger served us all lemonade as we sat down to at the round table in the middle of the breakfast nook. His face dramatically illuminated by the hanging lamp. As he took his seat, he explained that the word was Gokkun, and that it was Japanese. And he explained that there is a whole sub-genre of Japanese porn where a group of men would ejaculate into a glass, or a plate, or a bucket. Once they had all filled the vessel, a girl would then take it and swallow the whole thing. My mouth was agape. Which only made them all laugh even more, and I guess that is when I realized that my mouth was open and my cheeks immediately turned red from embarrassment.

“No fucking way that’s a real thing,” I said as I finally regained my wits. My mind was racing and quickly switching from disgust to intense curiosity.

I’m not sure if the boys could tell the conflict going in my brain. But it almost seems like they were prepared for me to doubt them. “I have proof!”, said Roger, and he produced a VHS tape from his backpack and put it in the center of the table. Sam quickly picked it up and inspected it.

“Where the hell did you get this?”, Sam asked, turning the tape over and over. It had a black label with red Japanese symbols all over it.

“My dad brought it back from his last trip to Japan,” said Roger coyly, “He still has no idea that I know where he stashes his porn collection.”

The next few minutes the boys argued over international video formats, but Roger assured everyone that the video was in the correct format and that we would be able to watch it. The boys chugged their lemonade down and we quickly filed after Roger to the den. Roger fiddled with the VCR while we all sat on the couch. I sat smack dab in the middle of the couch with Sam and David to my left, and Tom to my right. The video started, and Roger came and sat on the floor in front of us all.

After a lot of “artistic shots” of a Japanese garden and some cheesy music, a very busty girl walks into the garden and proceeds to strip naked, then a group of men come and surround her. They also disrobe and begin to stroke their dicks. The girl in the center kneels and takes turns fellating the men. So far there was nothing I had not seen before in regular pornos. I could tell the images were working their magic on the boys though, as they all shifted in their seats, adjusting their crotches.

I’d watched porno with the boys before. And while I do enjoy watching the films, I enjoy watching they boys reactions to the film much more. Their dicks get hard and there is a lot of adjusting of bulges that goes on. Depending on the film some boys get a little more adventurous and start to actually stroke the outline of their dicks through their pants, which excites me much more than what’s going on in the film. Tonight was one of those nights, the boys were all over their junk, petting and caressing their boners over their jeans. Pretty soon there was four boys with their eyes glued to the screen, and their hands squeezing their boners over their jeans… and one girl with her eyes glued to their crotches and her hand down the front of her leggings sliding her index finger up and down her slit.

It was Sam that noticed first what I was doing. He pretended to not see me, but his coordination is pretty awful, and he did a double-take and quickly glued his eyes back to the TV. His eyes darting quickly from the TV to my lap. I turned my head to face him and grinned. I was hoping he would understand that I didn’t mind if he saw me, after all I was enjoying watching him stroking his dick through his pants. He gave me a very nervous smile and nodded, squeezing the outline of his dick, which was very large and growing against the leg of his tight jeans. The head of his dick was clearly distinguishable under his pants.

On the screen, the Japanese girl was stroking dicks all around her, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking and trying to please too many men to count. She rubbed their dicks all over her pale face while the men were groping her tits, and fingering her extremely dark-bushed pussy. She simply submitted and let the men use her like a toy. Pretty soon a lady in a white kimono and a large glass bowl showed up on the screen. As the kneeling girl sucked cock to the point of orgasm, the men would quickly pull out of her mouth, aim at the glass bowl, and would cum into the bowl. One after another, the men would cum into the bowl making a larger and larger puddle of viscous, clear liquid with white streaks in the bowl.

After they’d all cum into the bowl, she took the milky, sticky soup and proceeded to drink it down. She didn’t chug it down, but rather took many sips from it while her friend in the white kimono would help clean her cheeks and lips, when the cum would inevitably dribble out. The boys were transfixed to the screen, and I was transfixed to their throbbing dicks. I could not hold it in, and finally said, “This Gokkun shit really gets your guys horny, doesn’t it?”

They turned to me and were about to probably say something, but I’d forgotten that I had my hand down my pants and they all instantly focused on my crotch, their eyes wide. I could feel my face turning red and warm. And I closed my eyes. Then I heard it, “Yeah? How about you, sticky fingers?”. Even Sam chuckled, but thankfully came to my rescue, “Don’t be hypocrites guys, you were all jerking through your clothes.”

“Yeah, but she’s actually touching her stuff”, said David.

Even though I was ashamed, I could not help but find it incredibly adorable that David could not find it in himself to say vagina, or pussy, or cooch, or something like that.

My boys had caught me red-handed, as it were, but I was still horny even if I was a little bit ashamed. However, shame had never killed my arousal in the past. In fact, it usually tended to make me feel even hornier so I proposed, “Tell you what, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” And proceeded to quickly slide my leggings and panties down my thighs to my knees. My hand covering my well groomed bush, and my middle finger lodged over my clit while my fingertip rested between my pussy lips, parting them.

All four of them stared wide eyed at my mound. I moved my finger up and down my slit grinding my fingertip back over my clit and then down the clitoral hood, sending millions of tiny sparks all over my body.

Sam was again the first to unzip. I guess that little moment we had earlier had somehow given him the courage needed to follow my lead. He fished around in his fly and underwear with his hand until a huge black pole of a cock flung out from the fabric of his pants. It was a glorious, black cock with big veins running all around the length of his shaft. His glans was a pink-brown color, and was very moist. His hand was stroking the base, making his head bob up and down with each stroke. I was happily surprised to learn that Sam had such a beautiful specimen hidden in his pants, and absentmindedly licked my lips.

Tom was next, he unzipped and his cock practically flew out of his pants. I guess I should have known that Tom was the kind of guy to not wear underwear. His cock was very pink, in definite contrast to Sam’s. It too was large, which I guess only made sense considering how tall and lanky Tom was. He was uncut, and his foreskin reminded me of a little turtleneck. Whenever he stroked his cock, though, his foreskin would come completely down revealing his head, and then slide right back up to cover it again. I was mesmerized.

I leaned forward to slide my leggings down to my ankles when I heard two more zippers come down. When I sat straight up again there were four happy cocks being stroked around me. On the screen the movie was still playing. Another girl was repeating pretty much the same scenario we had seen previously, but this time the Japanese men were taking turns fucking her. Her exaggerated porno moans were the perfect soundtrack for our own activities. Nobody watched the screen this time, however. I was too busy admiring the happy cocks around me glistening in their precum. I opened my legs to let the boys get a better look at my puffy labia and my hardening clit, but still kept on grinding my fingertip up and down and left and right over my clit.

David was stroking pretty damn fast, which must’ve warned Roger that something was going to happen, because he warned, “Don’t fucking cum on my dad’s couch, Dave.”

Dave looked pale, he’d already passed the point of no return. “Too late Rog, I can’t stop now”.

Roger looked alarmed and got up quickly towards the bar. He grabbed a wine glass and quickly handed it over to David. “You owe me a new wine glass, asshole”.

David grabbed the glass just in time, sat up on the couch and tilted his dick down into the opening of the glass and exploded into it. The head of his cock forcefully shot out rope after rope of the most gloriously white spunk I’d ever seen. It was pretty amazing. Not even in the pornos had I seen a dick shoot cum out with that much force. “Oh wow,” I said, “You could kill somebody with that Dave.” The rest of the boys chuckled.

“That’s nothing,” Said Roger, who motioned for David to hand over the wineglass. David leaned forward and handed the glass to Roger, his white spunk swirling around at the very bottom of the wine glass. Roger kept stroking while looking at me grinding away at my clit. Soon he took his eyes off of me and positioned the glass in front of his dick. He also spurted furiously into the glass, his little white ass contracting as his whole body convulsed with each spurt. His white spunk slowly slid down the sides of the wineglass to mix with Tom’s.

“Oh shit,” I chuckled while furiously grinding my clit. “What the fuck? Since when do you guys cum bullets?”

Tom motioned to Roger for the wineglass, Roger obliged. Tom got up from the couch to reach for the glass. My legs were against his legs, so as soon as he got up from the couch my legs opened up wide. I took the opportunity, with my legs now wide open, to slide two fingers in and out of my pussy. It felt really good. Even though rubbing my clit sends sparks all over my body, feeling my aching pussy get stuffed feels really great too.

Tom, now with wineglass in hand, turned to face me. The sight of me finger-fucking my pussy drove him quickly over the edge. He positioned his dick’s head inside the wineglass and exploded as well. Because he was right in front of me, I didn’t get a good look at his ejaculation, but he made up for it with his sounds. He really grunted and put on a show for me. It sounded almost as exaggerated as the actors on the film.

As he took the head of his cock out of the wineglass, I noticed that there was a rather large puddle of swirling goo at the bottom of the glass. I was impressed. “You boys really cum in buckets, don’t you?”.

Sam reached his hand out and Tom handed him the glass. As I looked around the room I noticed that the other boys, even though they’d cum forcefully just seconds ago, were not going flaccid. In fact their cocks were still at attention and throbbing up and down at the spectacle of my finger fucking, and to the sounds of a shrill Japanese actress getting fucked by an army of men. Sam sat at the edge of the couch, he grabbed the wineglass and pointed his dick downwards into it, he then looked directly at my glistening fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, and came. He also shot rope after rope of cum inside the glass just as I was shuddering from my very own orgasm. My body trembled as I managed to whimper out, “Oh yes!”.

I could feel every inch of my body twinkle in and out of existence. It was a very intense orgasm. When I opened my eyes and looked at my boys, and they looked at me I could tell they had no idea what just happened, so I explained, “I just came too.” Then all opened their eyes wide and nodded.

“I was almost expecting for you to ask for the wineglass in order to cum into it,” chuckled Roger, as he turned toward the TV to turn off the VCR and retrieve his tape. That’s when I turned to Sam, who was still recovering his breath from his own orgasm, and asked for the wineglass.

Roger almost lost his balance when heard me ask for the glass and quickly spun around on his heels.

Sam obliged.

I swirled the slimy white goo at the bottom of the wineglass like a fine wine. It felt heavier than I expected, and was indeed a larger quantity of cum than I would have though my boys were capable of producing. I placed the edge of the glass to my lips and tilted the salty, sticky mess onto my tongue. My eyes darted from boy to boy as I sipped the cum into my mouth and swallowed it little by little. Their mouths were agape. They couldn’t believe what I was doing.

I steadily swallowed the entire load, waiting for it to slide slowly down my throat. When I finished, my boys clapped and cheered.

Roger reached for the wineglass, and asked if I wanted anything. “Seeing as to how you have a wineglass in your hand, some wine would taste pretty good right about now,” I said. And he served me some of his dad’s wine from the wine cooler. It tasted like heaven after all that salty cum.

We never had another Gokkun session with the boys after that. But we did a whole lot more masturbation sessions soon afterwards.  Here is one of them entitled pool time with the O.R.G.’s.