By “van dyke” I’m referring to the beard-and-moustache combo, not these guys.

2. The say ‘putting on the beared’ means going down on a lady with a full bush. Do you prefer a bearded, trimmed or bald pussy?
Putting on the beard, huh?  I can honestly say that I’ve never heard that expression.  Normally when I want to refer to going down on someone, I simply say “going down”.  In the event that my meaning can be misconstrued for, say, use of an elevator, I have been known to favor the less ambiguous “eating pussy”.  I’ve never been a fan of “eating out”, because it sounds too much like going to a restaurant for dinner.  Anyway, I hate to say that my preference is to go down on a completely-shaven pussy, because I fear that it makes me sound shallow.  It’s not an issue of taste or even of cleanliness; it’s simply easier.  I strive to do a good job where oral sex is concerned, and it’s a bit easier when some gardening has occurred.

3. What’s your preferred style of ‘tashing on’? (snogging)
This question came close to breaking my brain.  While I’ve heard the expression “snogging”, “tashing on” was a new one for me.  I did a Google search, which returned among other results the following, from Urban Dictionary:  “Local Geordie dialogue for getting off with, ‘pulling’ or ‘Snogging’ with another person”.  Needless to say this didn’t clarify anything.  I understood “snogging” to mean kissing, but decided to do a search in order to not sound completely out of my depth.  One site likened the term to what others call “making out”, i.e. kissing, caressing, fondling, etc.  So essentially this question seems to be asking for my favorite way to make out.  I wanted to give an answer along the lines of “while bending Jill over the sofa and fucking her from behind”.  While I do enjoy this sort of makeout session, it’s not my favorite.  I tend to prefer one of those ridiculously-sexy standing-up-face-to-face snogs, complete with hands fumbling at belt buckles and shirt buttons.

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How did you get into fisting?

(Submitted by Cougar in Training)

Jack’s Answer

I’m fairly certain that the first time I fisted someone was around age twenty-one or twenty-two.  The woman was a casual fuckbuddy who sustained me through a couple otherwise dry spells during my twenties.  During a long and very exciting session of foreplay one evening we found ourselves naked and making out on her bed.  She was playing with my nipples while I fingered her pussy.  I’d slipped two fingers in, but she wanted more.  Soon I had four fingers inside her, my thumb rotating slowly on her clit.  Then she asked me, somewhat awkwardly as I recall, to give her my thumb, too.  I was aware of fisting, though I’m pretty sure I regarded it as the stuff of urban legend; still, I did as I was asked.

I didn’t get my hand all the way inside her, i.e. all the way to my wrist, but for all intents and purposes my entire fist made it in.  Having already found her G-spot I resumed stimulating it.  She climaxed almost immediately, her intense moans during the buildup the perfect encouragement for me.  When she drenched my hand and my arm I was fascinated.  I’d found a couple G-spots in my life, and I’d made a lot of women very wet in doing so.  But nothing like this!  When I’d seen women squirt in porn I wasn’t sure whether it was some sort of camera trickery, or a talent only a small number of women possessed.  And now I’d made it happen!

Being a geek, I’d read up extensively on female sexual response and was aware of the debate over whether female ejaculate was urine or something else altogether.  I was pleased to learn that it wasn’t urine.  She, on the other hand, was mortified.  She apologized profusely, insisted that she’d never done that before, and hurried to get me a towel.  I did my best to assure her that she had nothing to worry about and that I was in fact totally turned on by it.  It didn’t help.  Continuing to apologize, she tried to clean me off, not that I necessarily wanted her to.  At this point I’m pretty sure she was near tears, and I went into full-on aftecare mode.  I suggested that we take a shower together, and as we huddled close under the water she relaxed a bit.  I told her how exciting it was for me, and she admitted that it was the hardest she’d ever cum in her life.  Still, I’m not sure that I ever fisted her again.

Jill’s Answer

Jack was the first person to ever fist me.  He found my G-spot pretty early into our sexual relationship, and I loved the sensation.  It led to very intense orgasms and always resulted in me squirting.  As we continued to experiment with G-spot play, Jack would put more fingers inside me at my urging.  The first time it happened he was stimulating my G-spot with two fingers and my clit with his thumb.  I asked for more fingers, and he put in the other two, and continued to use his thumb on my clit.  Eventually he took his thumb off my clit and replaced it with his very eager tongue.  As he licked me, I could feel him slip all five fingers inside me.  I felt so full, and I knew my orgasm was near.

I loved feeling his fingers undulate against my G-spot at the same time that his tongue danced over my clit.  I knew I was going to cum very quickly, but I wasn’t prepared for just how quickly it happened, and for that matter how intense the orgasm was.  I’d never felt anything like this before.  My orgasm was earth-shaking, definitely the most profound I’d ever had.  My ejaculation was torrential as well, and I soaked Jack’s face, chest, and hand with my juices.  I wasn’t expecting it, and I worried that he was going to be turned off by what I had done, but he didn’t even slow down.  It was very enjoyable, almost too enjoyable.  Definitely not something I was used to experiencing.

G-spot orgasms are my absolute favorite kind, but I can’t always handle them, and sometimes I actually cry from the intensity.  I have to be in the right frame of mind in order to relax and get the most out of them.  If I can do that, it makes it much easier to allow Jack’s fist all the way in.  Of course, I suspect that Jack loves fisting me even more than I love being fisted (which is saying a lot), and sometimes he’ll pull it out as a party trick when we are camming or performing for a live audience.

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The main theme at The Naughty Hangout this week is “Books”. The picture we’re sharing features me reading The Ethical Slut by Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy.  Jack brought the book to my attention, and although we aren’t polyamorous and do not have an open relationship, the principles espoused by the authors are ones that I find very appealing.  I wish I had known of this book when I was single.  The alternate themes this week are “Journey” and “Weathered”.  My reading of The Ethical Slut continues the journey that began when I read Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jethá’s Sex at Dawn and Tristan Taormino’s Opening Up.

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-Jill

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When I heard her name, I immediately thought of Archie Comics.  You ever read Archie Comics?  Big Ethel was this lanky, Ichabod Crane-like character, boyish and plain, who was always trying to get Jughead to go out with her.  Now that I think of it, she looked an awful lot like Jughead.  So when I heard that her name was Ethel, the first thing I did was try to think of a way to back out gracefully.  She was probably a very nice person, but her name didn’t exactly conjure up visions of beauty in my mind.  I imagined a long, cartoonish nose, buck teeth, and social awkwardness so profound it was comical.

As my mind wandered, I considered that she might instead bear a striking resemblance to Ethel Mertz, the landlady of Lucy and Ricky Ricardo played by Vivian Vance on the 1950s sitcom I Love Lucy.  I wasn’t sure which option sounded less appealing; while Ethel Mertz was probably better-looking than Big Ethel, her advanced age was a turn-off.  Sure I’d jerked off to her (and Lucy) one time but that was purely out of desperation.  The middle-American WASP hausfrau type just wasn’t for me, and Vance’s TV husband William Frawley wasn’t wrong when he described her as “a sack of doorknobs”.

I decided not to cancel.  The only women named Ethel were hideous crones, of that much I was certain.  But I had to follow through, if only to sate my morbid curiosity.  I practiced a raspy cough, and I figured that if it was really bad, like so bad I couldn’t stand to be seen with her, I’d use it as an excuse to wrap things up early.  As I pulled up to her apartment, I chuckled to think that the only way I was going to make it through this date was by having a few drinks of ethyl alcohol.  I’m such a wit.

When she opened the door, I was stunned, and I silently congratulated myself on making the right decision.  I’d never seen such an attractive woman.  Long blonde curls encircled her pretty face, dazzling blue eyes sitting above high, well-defined cheekbones.  Her smile was warm and welcoming, her lips full but not pouty.  And though I tried not to be obvious about it, my eyes were drawn to a very prominent pair of breasts that I hoped to have the opportunity to fondle and suck.

Though I make no excuses for my shallowness, I felt like a bit of an asshole for prejudging her.  I decided not to mention that I considered calling off our date due to my misgivings over her first name.  As the night went on I felt foolish for drawing a conclusion from something so superficial.  And that night, when she was riding me hard on her living room sofa, I promised myself that I would never do it again.

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Jack’s Answers

1. What is the longest relationship you have been in?
My current relationship is the longest one I’ve ever been in.  We’ve been at it for more than eight years which is the longest I’ve ever attempted – and now that I think of it, longer than I ever intended – to be, for all intents and purposes, a one-woman man.  It’s not something that comes easy – even with someone as perfect for me as Jill physical monogamy is at best very difficult – but we love each other, the sex is better than any I’ve ever had, and she laughs at my jokes.  I think I’ll be sticking around.

2. What is the shortest relationship you have been in?
A couple hours.

3. How often do you have sex? How often do you want sex?
Not counting masturbation, I’d say that I have sex anywhere from twice to five times a week.  Given the fact that we live in a very small house and have a small child who doesn’t like to nap, even twice a week is pretty often, though I generally want it as often as I can get it.  Daily would be great, though given our current living situation there’s no way daily sex would be feasible.  However, since we have reason to believe that many of our friends have seen their sex lives come to a halt when they became parents, I think we’re doing pretty damn good.

4. How long does sex usually last?
There’s no standard answer to this question.  We generally manage at least an hour, though it’s not unusual for sex to last up to two or three hours depending on a number of factors including whether our daughter is in the house or being babysat elsewhere, whether she is napping, time of day, etc.  Three hours of sex is a far cry from the all-night fuck-binges we used to enjoy when we were dating and newly married, but as I stated earlier, seeing as we are parents and frequently sleep-deprived, we’re pretty fortunate to be able to swing that.

5. Have you ever had an experience where someone couldn’t perform, finished too quickly or couldn’t keep up with you? Tell us about it?
I can’t really say that I have.  I’m guessing that when you have sex with women, “performance issues” refer to lack of arousal, and that’s never really been a problem.  Can’t say that I’ve ever experienced a quick finish with a partner either; generally speaking if they climax relatively soon I’ll give them a few more.  And I can’t say that I’ve ever had a partner who had trouble keeping up with me, though over the course of a twenty-year sexual history I have had partners who have vastly different sex drives than my own.  In some cases they were higher, and in some cases they were lower, usually owing to a lesser interest in sex than I had.  But I don’t think there was ever a time when I worried that I was going to end up in an ambulance with an oxygen mask over my face.

6. If you could only have one “type” of sexual encounter for the rest of your life, would you prefer
a) short and sweet
b) wham bam thank you ma’am
c) here for the long haul
d) slow and tender
This may be the hardest question I’ve ever been asked.  I think what I enjoy so much about sex, even sex with the same partner for nearly a decade, is the variety.  I love the fact that when I’m feeling tender and romantic Jill and I can have sex in the missionary position, face to face, exchanging hot, sweet kisses the whole time.  I love the fact that when I’m feeling particularly dominant I can fuck her from behind without mercy, pushing her face into the mattress while simultaneously yanking her long brown locks.  And when I want to induge her own dominant side she can ride me.  That’s a big part of what makes sex so much fun.  So yeah, this is a really difficult question for me to answer, and in fact I’m not going to answer it.  I’m going to answer a different question, but I’m not going to tell you what the question is.  The answer, however, is: 2 Tablespoons grapeseed oil, and 1 teaspoon apple cider vinegar.

Bonus: Would you consider ending an otherwise healthy and loving relationship if the sex wasn’t what you wanted?
Yes, I would.  I’ve never done this, as I have been pretty fortunate with regard to my long-term sex partners.  But if the sexual aspect of an otherwise fulfilling relationship left me so unsatisfied that I couldn’t bear the thought of remaining in that relationship, I would most certainly end it and hope that my next relationship would be better.  I’ve long insisted that we as a society need to drop our sexual hang-ups and begin a dialogue, or at the very least stop pretending that sex isn’t as important to us as we all know it is.  Were we all more able to be honest, to simply come out and say to a potential partner, even during a first date, that sex is a vital part of any romantic relationship, and that we were in fact thinking about sex the whole time you were talking about college and how your parents pushed you to go to law school, the world would be a much more harmonious place.