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Teaching Men How To Touch a Clitoris: My Body & The Clit of an 18-year-old for Demonstration & Practice
Two young, nude female bodies on a stainless steel table like lab rats to show clit stimulation and let a group of men practice their skills [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.
I had agreed to give my body to Madison for at least the following three Saturdays. Still, I had requested for the first one to involve activities more gentle than what had been done to my three holes for 12 hours during the ‘Fuck The Easter Bunny’ event. I still needed time to recuperate from that one!
The first one in the series was on April 23. She had gathered eight men and a stainless steel table on which she asked me to rest my body — naked, of course. It was cold on my ass cheeks and feet, and I felt like a lab rat!
She then ordered me to explain and show these men how to touch, caress, and stimulate a clitoris.
I had never really thought of that before. I know what I like, and very few men deliver it for me. Women are better at it. But it didn’t really bother me. For years, I had great sex with my friend Jane at home, and now Madison here. So when I am with men, I am theirs. I enjoy being used as a sex toy by men, and an object doesn’t get rewards. It gets purchased and then controlled.
No, I don’t need your judgemental opinion unless it’s a word of encouragement for me to be happy the way I am or to let me know your cock is getting hard! I always like to be the cause of hardening penises.
Therefore, at the end of having sex, my body is often full and/or covered with sperm while I don’t reach climax. I enjoy seeing cocks get hard just because of my nude body. And I cherish seeing the male beast’s facial expression while penetrating a young, blonde chick that social standards would, in most cases, qualify as being “out of his league.”
In any case… Back to this “how to” coaching session.
My friend Madison had given me a new challenge. I didn’t know how the “average woman” likes her clit to be touched, so I could only rely on my preferences.
Yesterday, we did a second ‘training session’ with another young woman for me to additionally show how to take care of a clit with your tongue. It’s coming below. Are you?
That Saturday afternoon in April was quite exciting for me. I had the honor of masturbating in front of old men, something I had not done since my teenage years for my dad’s buddies. I was the center of attention and kinky. That’s how I loved it.
As a teenager, I masturbated in front of boys because my boyfriend had asked me a few times to do it as entertainment for his teammates, but they were often not paying much attention. They were drinking! But this time around, with Madison, I had a very attentive crowd, and nobody was drunk. They were all eyes and all ears!
The most appealing part for me was being presented in the nude on a stainless table with dressed men all around me. That made me feel like “a thing on display,” a simple piece of a lab experiment, and that awareness of being an object of pleasure always gives me a rush of adrenaline. There’s no word to describe it.
I proceeded as ordered and explained how to stimulate my clit.
Basically, I masturbated while providing a play-by-play, using a few sports analogies for the male brains to follow along. For instance, I said it was just like hockey. You had to sweat around the net for a while before scoring. Yes, I like hockey more than basketball or football. I love seeing men roughing it out to get to the net! It may be politically incorrect, but the more rugged & macho the game is, the more aroused I get. For me, it’s never about the game per se. It’s thinking of what these men would do with my body when they are at the height of excitement in their fight to win.
But back to the topic at hand or, more precisely, under my hand.
I explained and exhibited a few approaches and techniques.
For instance, you shouldn’t go straight to the clit. You can get me aroused a lot more by caressing around it before touching it. And when you do, it can be for a short period of time before you go back to the surroundings.
I summarized that concept to the guys in these words: “Think of your cock!”
I can get your penis to grow and gradually point to the ceiling simply by letting my fingers (and my nails) travel around it and on your balls. I’ve seen men go crazy by placing my lips above the tip of their cock without me actually kissing it. Perhaps my dangling young boobs provided visual support in that context, but still!
I’ve heard some of my friends say that their husbands or boyfriends hurt them by going too aggressively after the clit. So, here’s another piece of advice I provided to the dressed men watching my fingers working on my nude body: Watch her face!
I love watching men’s facial expressions when they fuck me. It says a lot about how much they enjoy my body. So, do the same with your woman! It will tell you what she likes and what she doesn’t like.
Then, guess what happened?
A man wanted to see my facial expression in such a case.
I think he was joking, but I took it as a challenge. I like it rough, so I was probably not the best guinea pig to teach these men how to take care of women. In any case, I asked him to go at it himself. He froze. I had to insist. At first, he was sensually touching me, so I had to insist again. He finally went to work on my clit as if he wanted to murder it. It hurt, but I like it rough, so it was actually exciting for me. I had to fake pain in my facial expression to convey the message.
Talking of fake… All women have faked an orgasm at one point or another. For the first time in my life, I faked being hurt. I mean… It was hurting but contributing to my pleasure at the same time. Your woman may have a much lower tolerance to pain. And since this was a training session on “how to pleasure your woman,” I insisted that what he did on my clitoris was an example of what not to do to other women.
That opened the door for every man to put their hands on me and their fingers on my clit. I think they enjoyed my facial expressions from that point on, alternating between pain and pleasure. And I almost climaxed a few times. I don’t come from penetration. For me, it’s all about clit stimulation, which makes it easy for me to be a sex toy since most men neglect the clit. But on that day, my pleasure button was celebrated!
I was nude, from head to toe, on a stainless steel table, with eight men around me. They were dressed. It looked formal. And they were all practicing their clit touching skills.
Gosh! Any time! Again! Please!
Sorry, I didn’t provide more information on how to touch, caress, stimulate, and use a clitoris during sex. I had to improvise, and then, male hands landed on my exposed vulva, and the talking ended.
I briefly mentioned this sex adventure to my fans. They wanted me to report on it, and so I wrote this post. But then, I thought it was too short, so I talked to Madison and her husband. I wanted to do another clit training session because, first of all, I truly enjoyed having my clit as a demonstration tool. And second, I wanted to show oral sex, too! I figured you guys would prefer that to be part of my report. Was I right?
So Madison and Darnell organized a “Clit Training, Take 2” that unfolded yesterday at their beach mansion just North of Miami.
I slept at Madison’s place on Friday night. With her husband, we spooned in their king-size bed in a bedroom with a gigantic window overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.
I love how we always sleep in the nude, which is something I started doing at an early age. My father wasn’t sure about it, but my Mom always encouraged me to be whoever I wanted to be. So I ended up being nude not just in bed but all over the house, most of the time. I don’t know why it mattered so much to me, but I never felt comfortable wearing clothes, especially between bedsheets. Yet, so many people wear clothes to bed! It makes little sense to me. It’s like wearing a T-shirt under another T-shirt!
In any case, we had a quiet Saturday morning with the delicious espresso they made me with their fancy coffee machine. It’s like we were a normal couple, except there were the three of us!
In the early afternoon, Amara arrived. My heart stopped when I saw her.
Amara is a made-up name for this report, just like I did with Madison and Darnell to protect the guilty! And Delisha is my pen name. I picked Amara for her because it means “eternally beautiful,” Google told me. There were other meanings, but I ignored them!
I don’t feel comfortable describing her because I fear I won’t do her justice, but let me try to summarize that little fireball.
She was shorter than me and tiny. Her black orbs melted me as we locked eyes. There was something emanating from her body — a mix of confidence, beauty, energy, and life. I immediately wanted to kiss her generous, juicy lips, but instead, I froze, naked as I always was in that house. Madison noticed my reaction because she smirked, looking back and forth between Amara and me. I’ve always been an open book to Madison!
The little thing was wearing a provocative sundress with a v-cut plunging to her belly button and a totally open back. I had the urge to undress her. What was happening to me?
I have been in love with Madison since our first night together when she had her husband use my ass as a proxy for hers. She’s the only mature woman I’ve had regular sex with, although I had plenty of lesbian sex with my friend Jane growing up. I love pussy juice as much as I love sperm! In any case, this Amara was something else.
Madison had the three of us sip wine by the pool while she explained the sex event to Amara. It was to be like the prior time, except that I had to demonstrate oral sex on Amara’s clit. My pussy got wet as I was listening to the description of that mission, and I couldn’t wait to see her naked, touch her, and taste her.
Nine men showed up. From what I could remember, seven were the same ones as the last time, and I had seen the other two at other sex parties.
Darnell set up the cold, stainless steel table by the pool. Then Madison asked me to undress Amara. My heart skipped a beat!
I pushed down her dress while standing behind her, and I instinctively kissed her neck. Amara smiled at me and caressed my inner thigh with the back of her hand. My legs started shaking. Madison laughed. She knew. None of the men seem to get it! You know… Men!
There were cocks growing in those pants, but their focus was obviously on eyeing the naked body of two young women, not on understanding the sexually charged dynamic of the situation.
I felt old next to Amara. She looked young, and I later found out she was 18 years old.
Where the hell did Madison and Darnell manage to find such an attractive jewel of a girl ready to be naked in public and play with me?
To me, she had a South American look. In fact, she was Cuban but didn’t have an accent. Well, I mean, she was born in the USA. She was as American as everybody else in the room but of Cuban lineage. Her darker skin contrasted next to my blonde girl's body. Her boobs were about the same size as mine, but since she was tiny, they stood out more.
I was experiencing a mix of weird feelings. On the one hand, I was jealous of that tempting, young female body. On the other hand, I fell in love with it. I wanted her!
So going down on her wasn’t a chore, I can tell you that. I barely stopped to provide instructions to the men who were there to receive training on how to take care of a clit.
I still pointed out a few things, like doing circles with your tongue around the clit and not always being on the clit itself. Once again, I could only use my own preferences as guiding principles. I explained I preferred if sucking on the clit itself was only occasional. Licking my vaginal lips all the way to the clit is something I like.
Amara’s bud was very much different from mine. My clit is exposed. There’s barely a hood at the top of my vulva. But Amara’s clitoris was totally hidden under the hood. Apparently, that’s how most women are, which is why clit piercing is usually through the hood, not the clitoris. A piercing expert once told me I would be one of those rare candidates for whom a real clit piercing could be done. I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I like it rough, but… You know!
In any case, I got to show them how a woman’s clit can be hidden under the hood while my creator had been creative.
It was exciting to be on that stainless steel table with Amara, like two naked lab rats under examination by students, and casually discussing our intimate body parts.
At one point, one guy asked: “Do we get to dissect the specimens? Where’s the scalpel?” Everybody laughed, but don’t worry! I have a safe word. And it was just a joke.
Besides, it gave me shivers to be referred to as a specimen. That made it clear that I was just an object to be displayed and used. And I got plenty of satisfaction because, from that point on, they referred to Amara and me as “subjects” and didn’t use our names. The less thrilling part of it is that some of them referred to me as “the older subject.”
Once it was time for the students to practice the skills they had been taught, they lined up to do it on Amara’s pussy. Of course, most of them had already used my body in prior sex events. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel old and less desirable. That’s just how men are. No matter how evolved we pretend to be, the male specimen always goes for the newest, youngest female body.
I kneeled next to Amara’s face and kissed her while the men sucked and licked her clitoris. They were joking, laughing, and fooling around. Madison brought them beer as if it were a casual, everyday event.
One guy pushed the neck of his beer bottle inside Amara’s pussy to add flavor, he said. I was so jealous! Men had done that to me before but, but, but… What about my flavor? Now. NOW!
Yes, I know. It sounds sick that I was yearning for men to shove beer bottles up into my pussy. But wouldn’t you like to add flavor to your beer if I were naked next to you? Don’t lie :)
At least Amara responded to my kisses in the most romantic way. For a moment, it was as if we were alone, two lovers sensually kissing each other. I even forgot Madison for a while, although she was not far, lounging and watching it all unfold.
At one point, Madison called the session over. I’m a scuba diving instructor, so I told the men they needed more practice before getting certified and that they should book their next session with Madison. I was joking, but I believe some of them took it seriously. I may get a call from Madison for another “dive,” and that would be just perfect with me.
I jumped into the pool with Amara, both naked, and we had fun like kids after school. I almost forgot I was at Madison’s place.
I couldn’t help but think that Amara was a kid. I was only a few years older than her, but still! She was an adorable 18-year-old— her body and her personality.
Eventually, Darnell mentioned he would drive her home, and I instinctively replied: “No! I’ll do it!”
Madison laughed at me again. My heart stopped again. But for a different reason this time. For sure, I didn’t want to lose Madison. Yet, I wanted Amara. What was happening to me?
Madison came over to me, kissed me while caressing my hair, and whispered: “It’s all good, babe!” She knew.
We left Madison & Darnell’s driveway in the 4x4 Madison had given me a while back. At the first red light, I locked eyes with Amara, and we both laughed for no reason. It felt good to be with her. I asked her where to go, which I should have done before leaving, but I wasn’t thinking straight.
She didn’t answer me. Instead, she picked up her phone and called somebody. It sounded like her parents. She said she was going to sleep at a friend’s place, then put her phone away and smiled at me.
My pussy was dripping wet, and my legs were shaking in anticipation. A car horn was heard behind us. Without that, I would probably still be at the traffic light, staring at Amara.
I can tell you I had one of the best nights of my life.
From the minute we stepped foot in my condo, it was as if we were old friends. We had so much to talk and laugh about. We had fun in so many ways! Although we went swimming in the ocean in our bikinis, we always got naked as soon as our bare, wet feet stepped inside the condo. We said nothing about it. We just did it. It was natural.
I thought Madison had given me the best orgasms of my life. Well… Don’t tell Madison, but Amara beat her by a few light years! Then we spooned for most of the night.
I’ve often spooned in bed, but this time was different. I’m normally the smaller person with a man holding me from behind. On that night, I was holding this tiny piece of a woman in my arms. It was a fresh feeling.
The next morning, we had breakfast at a bakery on US 1 before having fun on the beach again. When I originally wrote this sex life report, she was on my couch, naked, tapping on her smartphone, chatting with friends, while I was naked at my kitchen table, tapping on my MacBook keyboard. It was like she had always lived there with me!
But I had to drive her home for dinner, and that put an end to this sex confession.
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