Feminists Have Fun

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, BiSexual, Heterosexual, True Story, Cheating, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: After my girl friend's book club reads "Our Bodies, Our Selves" she fell into bed with one of her female housemates. To make up with me, she pulled us into a three way sexual romp.

In the fall of 1971 the first newsprint paperback edition of "Our Bodies Ourselves" caught the attention of American women. Dog-eared copies were passed hand to hand with the message, "You have got to read this!" OBOS was a radical feminist subversive document. OBOS was intoxicating. Women empowering themselves to take charge of their bodies, their self image, their sexuality.

Since then "Our Bodies, Ourselves" has continued to grow as a wonderful resource for women.

Awhile back, on a Midwest university campus, my girl friend used to eat lunch with a small group of strong minded women. Somehow it came up that they all had independently read "Our Bodies Ourselves". Over several lunches they discussed that secret mind altering document. (Hey, I'm a guy, what did I know. Women's bodies have an owner's manual?) In their discussion they decided they really didn't know as much about their bodies as they should. It's not just intellectually learning information that makes a difference. They had read the words and looked at the pictures. Intellectual learning isn't enough. They needed to apply what they read to make it real. - They need hands on experience.

Moving their book discussion on body image to a practical level they agreed to get naked, look at and discuss their own and each other's bodies. They agreed they carry a lot of baggage from fashion and beauty images. It's hard to feel good, when you compare yourself to a photoshopped fantasy 'Barbie doll'.

Liberated and open minded they might be, but there are a number of mental hurdles for each of them to jump. A mix of straight and lesbian, adventurous and uptight, experienced and naive each had her own hang-ups. They agreed to take it slow and never to push or criticize each other.

The discussion group moved the next meeting off campus to a house shared by several women in the group. They start the discussion with some wine and weed tokes, then proceeded to take off their clothes.

In the first meeting, each woman stood to share how she felt about her own body. The good feelings and the bad. In the next meeting, they moved to looking at each other; breasts, labia, hairy parts and ... They had spread their own vaginal openings but they couldn't really see inside. Awkward at first they stood next to each other, finally moving to a bed where one could lay spreading herself, while others looked. Most of the women left frustrated, there was so much hidden inside.

After the meeting, there was a lot of private masturbation and or frantic sexual liaisons to relieve frustration. That's how I became aware of the meetings. Susan told me to come over at 5:30 pm. As I arrived, women were leaving the house. She dragged me upstairs and jumped my bones. She furiously rode my dick to achieve a super fast orgasm. She was so fast, I had to roll her over to finish myself off. Most of the story came out during our pillow talk as we basked in the afterglow. I say most because hearing about all those naked women looking into each others cunts was hot enough to interrupt the story for a second vigorous round. I could hardly wait for the next meeting. As it turned out, Susan was always horny after her "Our Bodies Ourselves" group got together. She told me about what happened in the meetings while we worked off her hornies.

Susan soon liberated two different types of plastic speculum from the free clinic. One by one the women took turns lying back, letting one of the others spread her vagina with a speculum. Since a speculum was never a favorite part of a gyno visit, it took a while for the women to get comfortable, but ... but slippery fingers covered in KY lead to sensual feelings. They begin to relax with the rising erotic effect. It takes a woman to know just what feels right or wrong. The meeting moved beyond a clinical exam to an intimate sensual exploration. There were a lot of hot wet pussies in that room.

Susan showed me a thoroughly gooey speculum all wrapped in a towel. She told me who had used it, where it had gone. My cock could not have been harder. I loved to explore her cunt with fingers, tongue and cock. We tried the speculum on her. Now I could see more of what I had been feeling. It was still hard to see her g-spot. I was cumming to love the OBOS group meetings, or at least the aftermath.

The new level of intimacy lead to a different line of conversation between the women. A stoned and somewhat heated discussion of what was important finally sorted out that in spite of their differences and embarrassment, they were all interested in orgasms be they hetero, lesbian or solo.

Discussions then focused on the step by step details of orgasm. How often? Which do you prefer? Clit or g-spot? Then there were the arguments; "Oh, that g-spot, it's a myth." "You don't know what you're talking about." "Is orgasm really either or, why not stimulate both?" "Do you cum fucking a cock?" "Who needs a man?"

Yes, much discussion of orgasm. Stories of how each woman likes to cum began to flow. Personal preferences for masturbation, partners, oral, digital, intercourse the list got longer. Stimulation, clits versus cunts, inside and out were discussed. To some, that g-spot thing seemed as elusive as the Loch Ness monster. Several claimed to have found it, others still doubted. They were naked, talking, looking even touching, but it hadn't gone so far as to cause an orgasm. Yeah, right. This wasn't an orgy, oh no, it was intellectual. Fuck.

Masturbation, is it better than a cock? Better than oral? Depends. Lesbians advocated for their team.

How long does it take you to orgasm? Do you orgasm every time you try? What was your best O ever?

That elusive g-spot was hunted. "You try, OK? Feel up here, about that far."

"Ohh, that's it. Fuck, that's good. Feel it? It's a little bit puffy, kind of soft. Uh, Uh, Uh ... Fuck."

"She's cumming. See it's real."

"I don't know, that's never worked for me..."

"Ooh, there it is. Huh Huh Huh, rub my clit ... Oh Please, rub my clit."

"Oh No, this is g-spot time."

"Come on, harder. Rub in circles."

" ... Aahhh"

"There it is."

"I'm CUMMING."

So in at least a couple of cases that elusive g-spot was found, never to be lost again.

That meeting was almost but not quite an orgy, three womyn from the group got very fired up and split to another room. They only had to travel a few feet to begin to burn off their sexual heat. Susan pulled on sweats, ran from the house and drove as fast as she could to my house. Her flooded pussy soaked the sweats. Once in the door she dragged me into the bedroom, frantic to relieve the burning need.

After that session, I resolved to be waiting in the wings after future Our Bodies Ourselves discussion meetings.

The next meeting was set to discuss favorite sex equipment. As was now normal, the meeting began with the women stripping off their clothes. Then their sex toys came out of hiding to be shared.

Red faced, Susan volunteered to demonstrate her Oster vibrator. You slipped your palm inside the springy straps of the chrome monster. It rode the back of your hand vibrating fingers at a variety of speeds. Those fingers could go anywhere. Just anywhere.

We loved it. It's a shame we didn't demonstrate it for them together. My hand vibrating on her clit while my cock slid in and out of her cunt. Five, four, three, two, one, blast-off.

Anyway, pardon my fantasy, her demonstration was a great success. After demonstrating how fast she could reach a body shaking orgasm she hid her face while the others hugged and comforted her. All while they argued and wrestled to be the next to try the wonder toy. Rock paper scissors determined next use. The chrome Oster Stim-u-lax junior was loaned and tried then passed on to others like the torch of knowledge. Local department stores sold out.

The dam had burst. The guilty secret of sex toys was out. A lending library of favorite toys was established.

Then one day after her "Our Bodies Ourselves" group meeting, Susan was not so horny ... Since I was always looking forward to plenty of good sex after the meetings, I was alert to the change. That day, necking and shedding clothes, Susan wasn't her normal frantically horny self. We climbed into bed, lying with legs intertwined, bodies pressed-together making a hard wiener sandwich. I couldn't help but notice, she's not as horny. Normally Susan would have had my dick inserted within minutes. This time, she's not so frantic.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Sheepishly, Susan blushed and confessed. "I hung out with Charlene after the meeting, we got to talking about birth control. She uses a diaphragm. She quit the pill too because it messes you up and she's not getting much dick just now. I told her I didn't like how the diaphragm is messy and hard to stuff in. Charlene showed me this neat gizmo she has."

"It's a weird wiggly stick with notches that stretch and hold the diaphragm while you squirt in the goo. Then using the handle you can stuff that baby right in."

"It's neat. She showed it to me. We practiced with her diaphragm, it worked slick. Then she took it out and had me put it in her. Well it is kind of sexy stuffing things in a pussy. I got turned on. We played around with the stick on each other and well ... One thing lead to another and ... and ... she made me come so hard." Susan blushed and hid her face from me as I held her in my arms.

I said, "I bet that was hot, she is sexy, I can't really blame you." My throbbing dick was now stiffer than ever. The thought of the two of them together, sheesh. That's gonna keep me hard for weeks.

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