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My Friend Used My 3 Holes to Train 2 Men in Sex Acts They Had Seen in Porn But Never Done Before
From bouncing boobs playing topless beach volleyball to licking men’s balls as cock-pleasuring sluts, two young chicks had a ball in South Beach [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
Amara and I were naked on the bed, on our bellies, facing a cock as straight as an arrow. The man was on his back, inactive as if it was natural for women to worship his sex parts.
Was it? I didn’t know. But I love for my body to be used as a sex toy to pleasure men and their cocks, so I was fine with the man’s “serve me” attitude.
Of the hundreds of penises I had seen, touched, and sucked since my teenage years, I would say that most of them had a curve. Sometimes, it was just a small twist up, down, or to one side. And some other times, it was a magnificent curve at 45 degrees. Discovering the particularity of each cock is part of the fun of seeing more men in the nude.
And this guy was unique to me. His cock shot straight up like an arrow pointing at the ceiling. He was circumcised, so it actually looked like an arrow!
My friend, the 18-year-old Amara, twisted her head and placed her lips at the bottom of the arrow. I followed her lead and did the same on my side of the object to be worshipped, my bottom lip touching her bottom lip and my top lip touching her top one. It felt like I had received electroshock. What I really wanted to worship was Amara’s body!
We both moved our lips up the shaft in sync, reached the top, went slowly around the spongy head, then continued until our lips were locked together. I placed my hand at the base of the arrow, and Amara put hers on top of mine, squeezing it to force me into squeezing the man’s shaft.
As we kissed, I think we both forgot about the penis to be worshipped. A second man was standing up by the bed, masturbating, while his eyes were locked on the two sets of female lips kissing passionately. The first guy clearly expected to be taken care of, as if he was doing us a favor by letting us touch his penis. But the second man was more shy.
The first guy was probably a rich, spoiled kid, while the other one was the tag-along friend.
Instead of giving them fictitious names like I normally do in my sex confessions to protect the guilty, I will call them the straight-cock guy and the shy guy. OK with you?
Amara and I were still kissing like a romantic couple right above the straight-cock man’s penis when I noticed he was moving his hips up and down while staring at the two young, nude women kissing above his prized sexual parts. He was masturbating by going in & out of my hand with Amara’s hand keeping mine in place for him.
That created psychological shivers inside of me. My best sex memories are those when men used me to masturbate like I’m some sort of fancy facial tissue, and that is exactly what he and Amara were doing with my hand. Think about it. I’m like a sex toy, except I look more natural than the inflatable dolls, and I clean up the sperm with my mouth. Better & cleaner! I’m an ecological option for masturbation.
“Use me!” I whispered to Amara.
We locked eyes. She seemed puzzled.
“Use me to pleasure the guys!” I insisted. “Like… Stuff they’ve never done to a woman before.”
Her eyes lit up. She grabbed my hair, bent my head, and kissed me.
“Dirty, bad stuff!” I added.
“Oh, yesss! I can do that!” she said, still pulling on my hair for the fun of it.
I smiled, and I’m sure I was wet!
Conversations are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate but... Close enough!First, let’s do a recap.
About a month before these events, Amara and I met for the first time while being nude in a room full of dressed men to show them how to touch and stimulate a clitoris. Afterward, we hit it off with plenty of girl-on-girl action. She then asked me to be her coach. She wanted to be a fuck toy like I had been for the last couple of years during sex parties organized by my friend Madison and her husband, Darnell.
Amara wanted me to be her mentor. Her parents knew and gave their blessings! That was a shocker to me. They said they preferred she had wild sex experiences with me than on her own with strangers.
I only had one day of partying with Amara’s sexy young body as a pleasuring device for cock-carrying beasts when Madison invited us to spend a weekend with her father in a nice suite at a luxury South Beach hotel.
Apparently, Madison’s daddy asked about me during one of their business calls. She is vice president of some sort in their New York-based family business. He had enjoyed his deep-sea fishing weekend with me and was still thinking of me — or masturbating while thinking of me, something like that.
Madison told her dad about Amara being with me now, following our first weekend using Amara as a submissive fuck toy in training. And the old man must have gotten a hard-on because he came down from New York for the weekend.
I thought it would be my chance to provide coaching to Amara on how to be a sub, using Madison’s dad as the big, bad cock, but it turned out quite differently.
On Friday, the old man decided that Amara would play the role of the trophy wife for the weekend while I would be the fuck toy, cum bucket, sex slave… Whatever you want to call it!
I’ve already reported on the sex events of Friday and Saturday. You can read all about them in the following two sex life reports, although you can also skip it all and simply keep on masturbating to this story.
The old man disappeared during the night from Saturday to Sunday. When she woke up in the morning, Amara found a note from him: “Emergency! Going back to NYC. Room paid until Monday noon. Enjoy your pet!”
Sunday morning.
I no longer dared to have expectations. The weekend had turned out to be the opposite of what I had expected, and yet, my need to be used as a tool to provide sexual pleasure to other people had been fulfilled many times over. I was delighted!
Was Amara about to simply end the weekend? Or would she keep on using me for her sexual pleasure? I had no idea, so I simply followed her lead.
After showering, she removed my collar and leash.
“Let’s go to the beach!” she suggested.
“Well…” I replied. “I have nothing, remember? No clothes, no cell phone, no wallet!”
Amara and the old man had made me leave everything at home before bringing me to the hotel wearing only a sundress he had ripped to pieces as soon as we had stepped foot in the room.
Amara dug the bottom part of a string bikini out of her suitcase and handed it over to me. She was smaller than me, but that bathing suit was really just a tiny piece of clothing barely covering the vulva and strings to be tied with a bow on each side. The strings were long enough for me, so the bottom part was taken care of.
She then emptied on the floor a full bag of expensive shoes and flip-flops her sugar daddy had bought for her over the weekend while I was tied and naked, waiting for them in the room. My feet were half a size bigger than hers, but I found a pair of flip-flops that fit me just fine.
She looked at me from head to toe and back, then squeezed her body to mine before placing her lips on my lips.
“Topless is fine in South Beach,” she said, untying her bikini top with a giant grin.
“Yes!” I thought to myself. I truly enjoy when men get to see my naked body or, in this case, my boobs and pretty-much-nude ass, but sometimes, I am still hesitant about doing it outside of nude or private beaches.
It wouldn’t be my first time decorating South Beach with my boobs!
Because of how prudish American social media companies are (or, more precisely, how chicken they are when receiving phone calls from religious extremists), you don’t see many topless chicks like these on Instagram, so you’ll have to come visit in person:
I had an Instagram account for half a second before being suspended, even though I never posted genitals or topless pics. Go figure! I really have no idea what I did wrong. I was probably flagged by religious extremists who had nothing better to do with their boring lives than put their noses in everybody else’s happy lives. Let’s pray for Medium to remain a land of tolerance & love where sex is a natural part of life.
But outside social media, you see girls like the following one in parts of South Beach, with no hands on their boobs! That was Amara and me last week, and I loved every second of it.
A side note about the moral of the story: Every once in a while, it may be good for your cock or clit to get off social media and venture to places like South Beach, Blind Creek Beach, and Haulover Beach. You may even get to see my titties and my ass! And you can still read my sex confessions on your smartphone at the beach. Imagine reading this report while watching my boobs bouncing along while I flaunt my young blonde naked body, walking on the beach! I’d love that! Would you?
Amara grabbed my hand as we stepped into the hotel corridor — two half-naked young chicks in a fancy hotel with a room paid for by a rich old man. What a stereotype, right? Well… Too bad! I enjoyed it. After all, my place of residence is a condo that a friend of my daddy let me use for free. There have to be benefits to a young female body, and I’ll use these benefits for as long as men’s cocks get hard around me.
As we stepped onto Ocean Drive in our expensive flip-flops, I noticed a sign at the entrance of the hotel. Topless and barefoot were only allowed by the pool. I giggled. Amara giggled before caressing her naked boobs.
I bet barefoot guys were receiving more warnings than topless young women. Good! #FreeTheNipple should be standard everywhere in 2022. #FreeThePussy too, but that’s a different topic.
We crossed the street without looking left or right. Traffic was very slow, as it normally is on that stretch of road where rich kids come to show off their McLaren, Lamborghini, and Ferrari while looking for half-naked chicks like Amara and me. Drivers stopped their cars to let us cross the street, which we did slowly to thank them!
After a bit of ocean swimming (more like splashing each other for the entertainment of cock-carrying beasts on the beach) and walking around because we hadn’t brought beach towels, we ended up at a volleyball court.
Two guys were desperately trying to convince girls to play ball. I could see them drooling as Amara, and I approached with our naked tits pointing at them. I took the ball from one guy’s hands.
“Ready to lose?” I asked while walking to the other side of the net until I reached the service zone. All along, I could hear their cheers and the sound of high-fives.
Already, even before starting the game, we had made their day. Men are so easy to satisfy! Show them some nipples, wiggle your butt, and… Voilà!
I hit the ball, and they couldn’t do a thing with it. I played volleyball in high school. They clearly had not! But we were there to have fun, and so we cared little about following the rules. We simply kicked the ball around while Amara and I jumped at every opportunity to wiggle our naked boobs. The guys were pretending to die and crash on the sand every time we declared having earned a point. Sometimes, we ran to them, pretending to be lifeguards, ready for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
We laughed so much! All four of us. I was the oldest one in my mid-20s but felt like a college gal again.
In the end, we ended up collapsing on the sand, piled up one on top of the other. I noticed a hard cock against my leg. He didn’t move it away, so I rubbed my leg on it. Meanwhile, Amara’s tits were on the other guy’s face. He kissed her nipples.
We then noticed a lifeguard whistling at us. I’m not sure what rule we were breaking, but I think they didn’t want sex. And kissing a nipple is outrageous, right? Or maybe he was not even whistling at us. Who knows?
In any case, we got up and brushed the sand off our bodies.
“Dinner?” one guy asked.
“On him,” the other guy added, seemingly eager to keep the two young chicks with them, as long as it was his friend picking up the tab!
“Sure!” the first one added, shrugging.
“OK, then!” Amara answered. She told them which hotel we were staying at.
He looked perplexed. “Rich girls, or… With somebody?”
“Fuck you!” Amara answered. “We don’t need a sugar daddy to have fun!”
I was deeply entertained. The guy apologized profusely before informing us he was staying at the same luxurious hotel. Amara and the guy with the wallet agreed to meet in the lobby at 6 PM. The other guy and I were poor tag-along friends, I guess.
After showering, we were back into digging stuff out of the many bags of extravagant gifts Amara had received from her sugar daddy on Saturday. Jewelry and makeup were easy to share while picking a dress was a bit more difficult because Amara’s teenage body was smaller than mine. She was a delicious little button of sexual energy! But we eventually found a dress as well as open-toes high-heels that fitted me, and down to the lobby we went. I hate shoes that cover the toes.
The two penis-carrying creatures from the beach were already there, waiting for us. The wallet guy led us to the valet, where we got into a four-door Bentley.
I wanted to ask if he had a sugar mama, but his wealth probably came from a sugar daddy in the legitimate sense of the term — family money. Or he was a drug dealer. What do I know?
We drove through the Venetian Islands because the MacArthur Causeway was fiery red on his GPS. And almost an hour later, we arrived at a famous Cuban restaurant I had always wanted to try but couldn’t afford on my dime. What a thrill! I would get to experience it with my friend Amara, who is of Cuban ancestry.
The dinner was full of the usual small talk until Amara and I started kissing and touching hands. We could see in their faces that they wanted to know if we were just lesbians or if they had a bit of a chance at getting some sex with us. What else is on men’s minds?
“You’ve already seen us naked,” I said at one point. “Well, I mean, besides this juicy part,” I added, pushing aside the front portion of my dress. The eyes of the guy sitting to my right got on my pussy as fast as a starving dog gets to a freshly filled bowl of food. I then switched the side I was lifting to let the guy to my left my vulva.
“There! You’ve seen every part of me. Boring now, right? Nothing left to discover.”
“Hmm, no!” one guy said. “We haven’t felt the inside!”
Men are so predictable! And that’s when the discussion went to the gutters with some innuendos and a lot of straight dog-in-heat comments. Judging from the two enormous bulges on each side of me, I’m sure they were extremely uncomfortable in their pants, and that was thrilling to the evil side of me!
After the rich kid dropped his keys with the valet, we followed him to his hotel room. They didn’t invite us. We just followed the cloud of sexual energy.
We teased them so much in the car and in the elevator that they were about to go insane by the time the door to the hotel room closed. Amara and I had such a good time! It was like we had worked as a team of evil cock tease our entire life. I love that girl!
We all got naked on the way to the bedroom, where the wallet guy ended up being the straight-as-an-arrow cock guy. His buddy, who didn’t want or couldn’t afford to pay, stood by the bed, caressing himself while watching Amara and me going down on the arrow-looking penis of his friend.
“Who wants her ass?” Amara asked while slapping my naked ass hard.
They looked at each other.
“What? Are you gay? Her ass… Butthole… Dark tunnel… Have you guys ever fucked a woman in the ass?”
Their eyes grew to the size of the moon. The shy one nodded in the negative while the straight-cock guy muttered a “no.”
“Oh, my god!” Amara said. “This will be great! Christmas in September for you kids!”
She jumped to her feet next to the shy guy, grabbed his cock, and brought it to my butthole.
“Grab her hips and spread that butthole apart!”
He did but barely got in.
“Fuck. That. Ass. For fuck’s sake!”
The straight-as-an-arrow cock guy jumped onto his feet, pushed his buddy aside, grabbed me, and… Fuck! He went in with no hesitation, with only the leftover from our saliva as lubricant. I clenched my teeth to not yell.
Amara bent down and whispered in my ear: “Hurting enough for you, bitch?”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t answer. She could read me like a book. I wondered if she really had ever wanted me to train her as a submissive fuck toy at all. She was so good at getting other people to use me! Maybe she had played me from the start.
The two guys took turns fucking my ass over and over again. I always thought young guys ejaculated faster than old men, but these two… Oh boy! They seemed to have too much fun to have time to ejaculate, if that makes any sense. Wait! More likely, it was because Amara was making sure they alternated frequently. She probably got them to switch when noticing an ejaculation was coming soon to an asshole near her!
“Ever DP’d a bitch?” she asked at one point.
I didn’t hear a reply, but soon a guy ended up on his back on the bed, and Amara told me to swallow his cock with my pussy. Then the other one pushed his hard rod up my butthole again. I had done DP so many times, it was barely keeping me entertained until I twisted my head to look at their facial expressions. They were like kids in a candy store! These boys were not about to forget my body, and that was a great feeling for me.
The “oh, god” and “yesss” alternated with “fuck, yes” and some other highly elaborated sentences like that.
Amara had them switch roles so they could feel both sides of the equation.
She then had them stand by the bed while she told me to go on my back and caress myself.
“All right! Enjoying the view?” she asked. “What else have you seen in porn movies and thought you would never get to do?”
Damn! That question from the tiny, naked Amara next to these two guys in heat with hard cocks a few inches from my hand caressing my clit was enough to make me come. And Amara knew it, so she stopped me, leaving me wet and begging for sex.
Her question opened the evening to a flood of sex position tryouts. They clearly had seen plenty of porn movies!
First, they tried 2 cocks inside my pussy at the same time. That didn’t work very well. They both cracked up laughing and lost their erection. Some guys can’t deal with touching (and sometimes even seeing) another man’s cock.
I had to go on my knees between the two of them to cup their balls and suck their dick to get them hard again.
That led to them wanting to experience deep-throat. Amara instructed them to hold my head tight before pulling it over their rod until my nose was on their belly and my lower lip was on their balls.
I’m good at it! I rarely gag. I cough afterward while catching my breath, but rarely more than that. If the man carries a good-sized penis, you can see it beefing up the size of my neck as it goes down my throat.
The problem on that Sunday evening was… Breathing!
These two young bulls were so excited… Probably from the feeling of their spongy penis’ head squeezed tightly inside of my throat. And probably also from looking down at the blonde on her knees being used as a fuck toy.
Either way, they both pushed their cock down my throat and then held my head pegged onto their cock for a long time. I do freediving, and I can hold my breath for several minutes. Thank god! Because I’m pretty sure a normal girl like Amara would have passed out.
We tried a bunch of other sex positions with nothing too particular to report until Amara started losing interest.
“Guys! We’re not spending the night here. How do you want to cum?” Amara asked.
I giggled. These two young cocks had been hard for a long time!
The guy with the arrow-looking penis wanted to come between my tits and splash his gooey jelly on my face. Boobs and men! There’s something to that love story.
I threw myself on the bed, tits up. He put his knees on each side of me and lowered his body until his love rod rested between my boobies.
“Stop!” Amara ordered. “First, pinched her nipples. Make it clear these tits are yours.”
Damn! Amara knew how to get me wet. I wanted her!
He pinched my nipples. But, of course, he didn’t do it hard enough to satisfy my Master — or should I call her my Mistress? Amara insisted he takes ownership of the titties, and he eventually did. Ouch! He pinched my nipples hard while simultaneously pulling on them so hard my body lifted from the bed before he let go.
When he placed his cock back on me, it was a lot harder than the first time. Men get aroused by being rough with women. And there seem to be very few women like me who let them do it. Scratch that! Women like me who enjoy it when men are cruel.
In any case, I squeezed my boobs onto his cock while my nipples still hurt. He moved his rod up and down until a powerful jet of sperm shot out of the tip, landing on my face. I closed my eyes, kept holding my breasts together, and waited for the flow of jelly to stop. These young balls hadn’t been drained in a while, I would say, because my face was covered, and I didn’t dare open my eyes.
I’m fine with sperm anywhere and everywhere on my body except inside my eyes.
Amara held my hand and guided me to the bathroom, where I cleaned my face. When I got back to the bedroom, she was on her back, and the shy guy was fucking her pussy in the missionary position.
After all the wild positions we had tried, ‘missionary’ is what did it for him. Go figure! My guess is that he simply wanted to fuck the cute little girl, and he was too shy to ask for any other sex position.
Either way, he came inside her tiny body, and right after that, Amara announced we were leaving. We threw our dresses on, grabbed our shoes in our hands, and walked to the elevator and to our room barefoot.
Inside our room, we stripped and jumped in the shower together, where we caressed, hugged, and washed one another. It was as if she was worshipping my body, and I was worshipping hers.
In bed, though, she wanted me on my back, and she climbed on my face.
“His sperm is coming out,” she said matter-of-factly.
I started stimulating her clit, but she stopped me. She didn’t want us to have sex. She simply wanted to see me eat the sperm dripping out of her pussy.
“You like me as a sub, don’t you?” I asked between licks.
“You don’t?” she replied.
She knew the answer to that. There was nothing to say.
Eventually, we ended up spooning with me, holding her in my arms.
“Want me to sleep on the floor?” I asked.
“Another time!” she said, placing my hand between her boobs.
I woke up alone on Monday morning. I jumped out of bed, partly wondering if I had been dreaming—an amazing sex dream it would have been. But I was in a swanky hotel room, for real.
After a quick visit to the bathroom, I surveyed the suite. Nobody! No suitcase. And none of the many gift bags Amara had brought back after shopping sprees with her sugar daddy.
I found a note.
“Gone to school. Stole the bathrobes. Tell me how you got home!”
I was sad. I wanted to hug her—and probably eat her pussy again. And then a light went on in my head. Wait! What?
I resurveyed the room. There was nothing but towels and bed sheets. I had no phone, no ID, no credit cards, and no clothes.
How was I gonna get out of there? She wanted me in that awkward position. Damn! I wanted her even more!
How I ended up going home while nude, with no ID, no phone, and no money, is an exhibitionist story more than a submissive one, so I’ll write a separate report about it—if you want to know, of course :)
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