Women Need More Than One Man - One Woman's Perspective

I believe women's bodies are built to have sex with multiple partners.  Men are built to drop their seed and leave.  Just for the record, I am a 32-year-old married woman.

I read a study once that explained it very well, and it comes from thousands of years ago when we lived in little groups.  Men enjoy porn much more than women because when they see others having sex.  They instinctively know it is safe.  You know, like there are no predators lurking to jump them when they are helplessly exposed having sex.  That is why men come quickly, and as soon as they have an orgasm they are done and want to get up and leave.  They lose all their sexual feelings.

Women, on the other hand, wait until the men are ready, depending on the men to judge when it is safe.  We know that we need their seed, and wanting to be sure we get as much as we need, we remain sexually ready even after we orgasm, so many men from the tribe can deposit their sperm in us.  

It was said in the article that primitive men knew when a woman was ready to conceive, so those women where the target of the men trying to plant their seeds.  They didn't want to waste it on women who where not ready, so they lined up and took turns, instinctively hoping theirs would be the ones to fertilize our eggs.

So, that is why men like to "pull a train" on women.  It is a primal thing, sharing a woman among friends, mixing all the sperm of the tribe into the woman.  That way they all could claim fatherhood.  

Of course the whole tribe raised the babies as their own, and of course the men with the strongest seeds passed their blood lines on.  I can also assume that the longer penis deposited the seed deeper, and those had a better chance.  I wonder if that trait carried on, and if it did, why are so many men "small"?  I assume that there must have been a shortage of hung men back then, or maybe those guys where all small?

Anyway, I can't imagine having to only have sex with one man.  

Of course, we also need to know there is going to be someone around to protect and feed our babies, so we do cling to men for that reason.  But knowing that a man will be there even though you are breeding with others is great.  I doubt if I would be so willing to have sex with other men if I didn't have my husband who I am sure will be there for me.  

Of course, he has no need of other women, and I would never allow him to be with them.  His seed belongs to me, and I don't want him spreading it to some other woman that will require him to support her.

I am the center of the household, like all women.  My body comforts, nurtures and feeds my babies from my breasts, and my vagina comforts my men.  I am built for this, and I accept it.  That is why I keep so many men around.  

I laugh at women who can't keep a guy around.  It is so easy once you have accepted your place, and know that men want a slut.  So many women try to turn into mommies to their husbands, and once the guys stop thinking of you like a sex object and more like a mother, you can bet they are going to look for a "sex object."  

That is in their nature, and most can't fight that primal urge.  They don't even understand why they cheat.  I know, it is because we women are often so determined to believe that if we are treated like sex objects, that is disrespect.
BULLSHIT!


Some Background About Me (writer of the above piece)...

As early as when I was a young girl, I learned two important things about me, and about sex.  

First, I learned that I genuinely enjoy (actually... need) feeding from guys' cocks.  I love drinking their syrup!

Second, I learned that no one man is ever going to be "enough" for me.  I am absolutely convinced that no woman should limit herself to just one sex partner or playmate.


My mom and I moved in with her boyfriend and his two sons when I was very young.  One of the boys was two years older than me, and one was my age.  Both of them where very cute, and I really liked watching them around the house.  

One day our parents left early to go to some party, and left me alone with them.  I went to bed early and woke up having to use the bathroom.  I walked down the hall past the youngest one's bedroom, and heard some strange noises coming from inside.  I put my ear on the door to try to listen, thinking he was dreaming.  

The door moved slightly, it never did close properly, and that scared me.  I started to walk away, but the same noises continued.  I thought I would peek in and watch him sleeping and dreaming.

I was careful, and opened the door just a little more, enough to see in.  He was lying on the bed naked, stroking himself!  I was shocked, and pulled back and hurried down the hall to the bathroom.  It was very exciting to see, and I couldn't help but think about it.  I had never seen a boy erect before, and wondered what it would be like to just watch him masturbate.

On my way back I walked slowly past his room.  The door was still a bit open, so I peeked in.  He was still playing with himself, a bottle of lotion lying beside him on the bed.  There was just enough light from the window for me to see everything.  

I was fascinated.  That thing looked so big.  I wondered how a girl could ever let it inside of her.  I was getting so turned-on that I let my hand go down, and I started caressing myself.  I had masturbated before, but only when I was alone, and always thinking about guys at school.  I had never done it standing up, and found it to be more difficult.

He didn't notice me, and I so wanted to see him orgasm.  I had one girlfriend that was already sexually active.  She had told me all about how guys shooting all this stuff all over, and I wanted to see what that was like.  

I was so intent on watching I didn't notice the other brother until the hall lit up with a flash!  He had taken a picture of me standing there peeking into his brother's bedroom, with my hand down my panties!

I was horrified.  I didn't know what to say.  I just stood there with my mouth open.  I am sure I looked like a deer caught in someone's headlights!  He looked at me and asked if I was enjoying the show.  I still didn't speak.  He told me that I should go in and get a closer look.  I started walking to my room.  He said, "Not so fast," unless I wanted that picture to get to my mom.

I started pleading and crying, but he just looked at me.  Meanwhile the other brother came out and he asked what was going on.  They talked, and both started laughing and looking at the picture.  I was completely humiliated.  One of them took my hand and led me into the bedroom.  I sat down on the bed.  

I was so afraid of what they would do to me that I told them I was a virgin, and they really laughed.  The youngest pulled down his boxers and exposed himself.  It got hard very fast, and he started stoking it.  He told me he needed help, and put my hand on it.  I started stroking it.  He said, "Not with your hand, use your mouth."  

I had never done that before, but I was so scared they would show the pictures to mom that I put it in my mouth.  It tasted wonderful!  I was amazed at how warm, soft but hard it was.  I didn't know what I was doing, but he told me what he liked, and I went at it.  

All of a sudden he tightened up and grabbed my head.  Then he shot his juice into my mouth.  I gagged a little and wanted to pull away, but he held my head, making me swallow it all.  I loved the taste!  He sat back, and I sat up, thinking I was through.  It was then that I noticed the other brother filming the whole thing!  I knew I was in trouble then!  My mom would kill me if she saw that... and what if they showed it to other people at school?

He gave the camera to his brother and told me it was his turn.  I just sat there as he pulled his pants down and exposed himself.  He told me to get on my knees in front of him.  I was too scared not to comply.  I dropped down and put him in my mouth.  

He was bigger than his brother, and I had a hard time wrapping my lips around it.  My jaw was already getting sore, but I did what I was told.  He tasted different, but the same in a way.  I worked at it hard, wanting it to be over, but he took a long time before filling my mouth with his cum.

I went back to my room and cried myself to sleep.  When I woke the next morning my mouth tasted funny, and before I woke fully I wondered why.  Then it all came back to me.  I rushed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth for a long time.  

The boys where already gone, and I wondered what would happen next.  I walked to my mom's room, wanting to admit what I had done, and to asked her for help.  My mom and her boyfriend where on the bed, and she was under the sheets, obviously doing to him what I had done to his sons the previous night.  I started to leave, but I heard him groan as he orgasmed.  I knew what he was shooting into her mouth!

I went to my room and laid down.  In a few minutes my mom came in and asked how my night was.  I told her "OK," not ready to tell her what happened.  She sat on the bed next to me and told me she knew I had seen what had just happened in her bedroom.  I felt myself blush, and she smiled.  

She said, "You have to understand, men need women to do that to them," and she started telling me all about it.  We had talked about sex before, but never in the detail that she used that day.  She ended by telling me, When you am ready, you will start doing that for boys, and sooner or later you will learn to enjoy it."  I so wanted to tell her I had done that for her boyfriend's two sons the prior night, but I didn't.

From then on, every time we where alone I took care of the boys.  I did learn to love it, as a matter of fact... way too much!  It got to where I was sucking them both at least twice a day, usually more.  I found that when I was denied their semen, I became hungry for it, not thinking of anything else.

We moved out about a year later, as my mom and her boyfriend stopped getting along.  I so missed feeding from the boys that I found a guy in our new apartment building that was much older than me.  I started going to his place when his parents were gone.  At first we just kissed, and then one day he pulled his pants down, and I couldn't help myself.  I sucked him dry in about thirty seconds.  His cock was so much thicker, and there was so much more of it!

I found myself going to his apartment every day, just to satisfy my craving.  Then I met another guy at the park one day.  He was nice, but all I could think about was how he would taste.  It didn't take long before I was on my knees behind a bush sucking on him.  

He was so much smaller than the others, and I didn't expect him to cum in the amount he did.  I found out that day that a small size doesn't mean a small volume!  I went back to the apartment and found my friend.  His parents were home, but I so wanted to have more that I asked him to go out to the parking lot behind a dumpster.  

I was working on him when man came up and caught us.  I just looked up at him.  Just as I was about to pull my mouth away, my guy spewed.  I went back to swallowing it.  When I looked back up, the new guy was unzipping his pants.  He walked over to me, grabbed my head and pulled it to his erection.  Without a word I opened my mouth and let him in.  

He pumped my face like he was masturbating, using my mouth instead of his hand.  It was a wonderful feeling, being used by a stranger like that!  He came so hard I thought he was going to pass out!  He looked so drained as he leaned back on the dumpster.  All of a sudden I felt so dirty.  I was giving men blowjobs behind a dumpster just because I needed to feed from them.

I got up and went home.  My mom met me at the door and asked me what I had on my breath.  She just shook her head and went to her room.  I vowed to make sure I kept something to wash my mouth out from then on.

As I got older my needs increased.  I found myself in a relationship with a guy that I really liked.  By then I had also learned to enjoy a cock pumping in my pussy.  At first he loved the fact that I would suck him all the time, but soon I realized he just couldn't provide me with enough, no one man could.  

Soon I started having affairs.  At one time I had five men that I fed on and invited to screw me regularly.  It became a lot of work keeping my boyfriend from knowing what I was doing.  

I was finally fortunate enough to find a loving guy who totally accepted my need for multiple lovers.  He and I developed a deep loving relationship while I continued to feed my need for sex with a variety of guys.  My husband-to-be even helped set up situations where I could have sex with multiple guys, often as he watched and cheered me on.

We eventually got married, and my husband continues to accommodate my need/desire for multiple sexual playmates.  I love it, and wonder why more women don't insist on the same lifestyle.  In spite of my unusual sexual lifestyle, my husband loves me very much, and supports all phases of my life.

Sylvia




