We try to fill this blog with as much original content as possible. In other words, Jack and I prefer to post a story or a fantasy that we wrote ourselves rather than things we’ve found elsewhere. Obviously we have shared the occasional sex-related article that we found interesting, but our preference is for sexy stories we have written as opposed to sexy stories we have found on the internet or in books.

In October, I posted a story from Nancy Friday’s book Women on Top. This story, like most of the others in the book, is a fantasy sent in to the author, and involves a woman making love to her boyfriend and a very close male friend simultaneously. The story is a long-time favorite of mine, the impetus of many of my best “by myself” orgasms.

I was reminded of another fantasy in the book this week, thanks to a new reader who is in the military. For some reason our conversation (which was actually not all that sexual) reminded me of this story, which I had not read in a few years. The story is told from the perspective of a young woman who served in the navy. Here’s an excerpt:

Needless to say, I was never without a lover while in the navy. (With the odds of two hundred to one when the fleet was in, how could you lose?)

The navy is also where I developed this little quirk I have: I love to fantasize I am being watched when I’m making love or masturbating. It started because of a real experience that was part of my sex life for almost two years. When you live in a barracks with hundreds of other people you learn to take sex where you can get it. Of course it is against the rules to have anyone of the opposite sex in your room after taps but no one cared. It happened all the time.

My lover and I used to sleep on some cushions on the floor of our friend’s room in the men’s barracks. (There were always extra bodies around. Usually friends off the ships.) The usual occupancy of the room was two, but this particular night there were two extras, not counting my lover and I (all male of course). Two were in bed, one on the couch and one on the floor.

After a long night of partying we shut off the lights. Everyone gets into their own beds for the night after taking off their clothes. (Unfortunately I’m slightly night-blind!) I’ve never known a sailor who wears pajamas to sleep in.

Anyway, my lover (Bobby) and I are not really tired. I lie there trying to get to sleep but it’s no use. I reach over to Bobby, who’s on his side with his back to me. I press my tits against his back and reach down to his cock. It’s as hard as a rock. He’s not asleep either. He rolls over and gives me a long, deep kiss. At the same time he runs his hands down to my twat and starts playing with my clit. The room seems hot as we throw off the blanket. We don’t say anything. We just lie there for a minute, stroking and fondling each other.

Bobby moves from my mouth to my tits, sucking in all he can get. He goes from one nipple to the other, running his tongue around it then sucking and biting them when they stand up for him.

He slowly travels down my stomach to my thighs, licking and kissing as he goes. He gets between my eagerly spread legs. I know what’s coming next and I’m so hot I can’t stand it. When it comes to eating pussy, Bobby is the best there is. I call him “the fastest tongue in the West.” I love for him to eat me. I can never get enough of it.

Bobby proceeds to tease me. He licks the inside of each thigh and around my hot mound. I can stand it no longer. I grab his head and press it into my wet pussy. He tongues my clit again and again, pausing just for a second to push his long, hard tongue into my vagina. He goes back to my clit and proceeds to lick, suck and bite it. (That drives me wild!)

While he’s eating me I play with my tits. I pull on my nipples and roll them around. (I can put one in my own mouth if I want. Maybe I’ll do it and let my husband watch

I got totally involved in what Bobby was doing to me and forgot all about the other guys in the room. My breathing got faster. I sighed and moaned and finally screamed with my final shuddering climax.

Before I can cool off Bobby moves up and slips his throbbing cock into my burning pussy. He fucks like he’s never fucked before. He drives me wild with his movements. Maybe he knows something I don’t. The way he’s going you would think he was performing. The light bulb goes on in my head. I distract myself enough to open my eyes and look around. Three of the guys are watching us, the other has his eyes tightly closed but is listening very carefully. I look a little more carefully and find that all of them are enjoying the sight, sounds and smell of me and Bobby so much that they’re beating off.

What a rush of power I felt at that moment – to know that I could do that to so many men at once. To know that they wished it was them I was enjoying so much. Wishing it was their cock in my responsive cunt. It really turned me on.

I went back to the business of fucking my lover, enjoying it more because I knew it was giving pleasure to so many others, too. Finally, as I heard sighs and moans coming from all directions, I had my last climax. It was the best one I can ever remember. My whole body shook. I felt that tingle start at my spine and go throughout my body. I became dizzy and lightheaded. It was wonderful.

Bobby’s orgasm was like none he had ever had before, either. He shook as he unloaded what seemed like gallons of cum. I could feel it filling me up and running down my thighs and the crack of my ass. It felt so good!

So whenever I need a little help climaxing with my husband or I’m masturbating, I imagine I’m back in that time and in that room fucking my brains out with a happy audience. one of these days.)

The switching back and forth from present to past tense can be jarring, but I like this story so much I can’t hold that against it. This one really turns me on. Thank you Nancy Friday!

-Jill