I’ve always been a kinky person. But I had never heard about this whole sub-genre of Japanese porn where a group of men would ejaculate into the wine glass, or a plate, or a bucket.
Wow, do I have a story to tell….
All throughout High School I kept getting in trouble because I couldn’t keep from humping everything. Saying the wrong things at the wrong time, and just basically being intrigued about everything related to sex. Coming from a very religious family, is not something that usually went unpunished.
Yes, as you’ve probably guessed by now, I ended up getting grounded a lot.
So by senior year I was becoming an expert at avoiding getting into trouble while still trying to figure out why I felt so curious about this carnal sin called sex.
I somehow managed to graduate with pretty good grades and was accepted to a pretty awesome college far away from home.
In fact, the distance from my home was a factor that I valued a lot when making my decision on which school I wanted to attend. I finally wanted to be free from the judging gaze of my parents and family.
Finally liberated, I must admit I went a little nuts with this newfound freedom. Let me tell you about one of these moments.
This is the time I learned a new Japanese term at college.
During my college years I made a group of pretty loyal friends that closely resembled the group that I had in High School.
In my experience geeky boys have a tendency to be secretly kinky. They also lack the ego to be jerks or assholes to me after they learn of my kinks and hang-ups.
In High School I learned that the popular crowd will quickly turn on and destroy people in their own group for much less than being a sexual deviant. So I always kept my distance from them.
The geeky kids were always sweet and glad to have any kind of female attention and friendship. They were all hopelessly single, hopelessly sweet, and hopelessly horny. Which was just the kind of friend I was looking for.
My college group of friend consisted of five really close friends.
We called ourselves the O.R.G. (Oppidan Research Group). Not because of we were researching anything related to Urbanism or anything like that. We just found it hilarious that it sounded like the word “orgy”.
If there was any research that our group would do, then it was usually related to sex and deviant/perverted sexual practices. The internet had just recently become “a thing”.
Information about sex had never before been as readily available as it was back then.
In our group we had Roger, the rich, Asian kid. He had a round-face, was short, pale, and was the king of all the tech and gadgets. His house had Internet built in, which was a big deal in a world of dial-up Internet.
Next there was Tom, the tall, pale, and thin-as-a-stick kid from Florida. Nowadays there are jokes on the Internet about “Florida Man” doing some fucked up thing. I think it may actually be Tom!
I’m joking of course, but he was an odd looking kid. Very quiet, but always had a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Sam was a skinny, geeky black kid. If I had to describe him I would say he looked like a less goofy looking Steve Urkel.
And rounding up the O.R.G. was David.
He had long curly hair, was somewhat built, and came from a huge family New Jersey. I was the only girl in the group. And maybe it was because I was the only girl brave enough to hang out with these geeky perverts.
It was a Thursday night, we’d gathered to “study” at our usual meeting place: Roger’s house.
Roger was a local boy. He had always lived close to the college because his parents were both doctors and one of them was a professor at our college.
His house was huge and mostly empty all the time because his parents were often out working or traveling, which was just perfect for us. A big, beautiful house all to ourselves with great furniture and many places to study or goof off.
Also, during the warmer months, the pool was one of our favorite places to chill out.
Roger’s parents were both out, as was usual, so we had the house to ourselves. He was extremely giddy and joking around with the rest of the crew.
I’d been the last to arrive to the house and they were giggling and making jokes about some strange word that sounded like “go-koon” to my ears. They were joking about getting some more go-koon from the fridge, which immediately drew out groans and “eww” from the others.
After a few more mentions of this word related to food or drink, I finally gave up an asked what they were talking about.
And they all burst out laughing.
Which only doubled my determination to find out what the joke was. Roger served us all lemonade as we sat down to at the round table in the middle of the breakfast nook.
His face dramatically illuminated by the hanging lamp.
As he took his seat, he explained that the word was Gokkun, and that it was Japanese.
And he explained that there is a whole sub-genre of Japanese porn where a group of men would ejaculate into a wine glass, or a plate, or a bucket. Once they had all filled the vessel, a girl would then take it and swallow the whole thing.
My mouth was agape.
Which only made them all laugh even more. I guess that is when I realized that my mouth was open and my cheeks immediately turned red from embarrassment.
“No fucking way that’s a real thing,” I said as I finally regained my wits. My mind was racing and quickly switching from disgust to intense curiosity.
I’m not sure if the boys could tell the conflict going in my brain.
But it almost seems like they were prepared for me to doubt them. “I have proof!”, said Roger. And he produced a VHS tape from his backpack and put it in the center of the table.
Sam quickly picked it up and inspected it. “Where the hell did you get this?”, Sam asked, turning the tape over and over. It had a black label with red Japanese symbols all over it.
“My dad brought it back from his last trip to Japan,” said Roger coyly, “He still has no idea that I know where he stashes his porn collection.”
The next few minutes the boys argued over international video formats. But Roger assured everyone that the video was in the correct format and that we would be able to watch it.
The boys chugged their lemonade down and we quickly filed after Roger to the den.
Roger fiddled with the VCR while we all sat on the couch. I sat smack dab in the middle of the couch with Sam and David to my left, and Tom to my right. The video started, and Roger came and sat on the floor in front of us all.
After a lot of “artistic shots” of a Japanese garden and some cheesy music, a very busty girl walks into the garden and proceeds to strip naked.
Then a group of men come and surround her. They also disrobe and begin to stroke their dicks. The girl in the center kneels and takes turns fellating the men. So far there was nothing I had not seen before in regular pornos.
I could tell the images were working their magic on the boys though, as they all shifted in their seats, adjusting their crotches.
I’d watched porno with the boys before.
And while I do enjoy watching the films, I enjoy watching they boys reactions to the film much more. Their dicks get hard and there is a lot of adjusting of bulges that goes on.
Depending on the film some boys get a little more adventurous. They start to actually stroke the outline of their dicks through their pants, which excites me much more than what’s going on in the film.
Tonight was one of those nights.
The boys were all over their junk, petting and caressing their boners over their jeans. Pretty soon there was four boys with their eyes glued to the screen, and their hands squeezing their boners over their jeans.
And one girl with her eyes glued to their crotches and her hand down the front of her leggings sliding her index finger up and down her slit.
It was Sam that noticed first what I was doing.
He pretended to not see me, but his coordination is pretty awful, and he did a double-take and quickly glued his eyes back to the TV. His eyes darting quickly from the TV to my lap.
I turned my head to face him and grinned and was hoping he would understand that I didn’t mind if he saw me. After all I was enjoying watching him stroking his dick through his pants.
He gave me a very nervous smile and nodded, squeezing the outline of his dick, which was very large and growing against the leg of his tight jeans.
The head of his dick was clearly distinguishable under his pants.
On the screen, the Japanese girl was stroking dicks all around her. Sometimes sucking, sometimes licking and trying to please too many men to count.
She rubbed their dicks all over her pale face while the men were groping her tits. Fingering her extremely dark-bushed pussy, she simply submitted and let the men use her like a toy.
Pretty soon a lady in a white kimono and a large glass bowl showed up on the screen.
As the kneeling girl sucked cock to the point of orgasm, the men would quickly pull out of her mouth, aim at the glass bowl, and would cum into the bowl.
One after another, the men would cum into the bowl making a larger and larger puddle of viscous, clear liquid with white streaks in the bowl.
After they’d all cum into the bowl, she took the milky, sticky soup and proceeded to drink it down.
She didn’t chug it down
But rather took many sips from it while her friend in the white kimono would help clean her cheeks and lips, when the cum would inevitably dribble out. The boys were transfixed to the screen.
I was transfixed to their throbbing dicks and I could not hold it in, and finally said, “This Gokkun shit really gets your guys horny, doesn’t it?”
They turned to me and were about to probably say something. But I’d forgotten that I had my hand down my pants and they all instantly focused on my crotch, their eyes wide.
I could feel my face turning red and warm.
And I closed my eyes. Then I heard it, “Yeah? How about you, sticky fingers?”. Even Sam chuckled, but thankfully came to my rescue, “Don’t be hypocrites guys, you were all jerking through your clothes.”
“Yeah, but she’s actually touching her stuff”, said David.
Even though I was ashamed, I could not help but find it incredibly adorable that David could not find it in himself to say vagina, or pussy, or cooch, or something like that.
My boys had caught me red-handed, as it were
But I was still horny even if I was a little bit ashamed. Shame had never killed my arousal in the past. In fact, it usually tended to make me feel even hornier so I proposed, “Tell you what, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”
And proceeded to quickly slide my leggings and panties down my thighs to my knees. My hand covering my well groomed bush, and my middle finger lodged over my clit while my fingertip rested between my pussy lips, parting them.
All four of them stared wide eyed at my mound.
I moved my finger up and down my slit grinding my fingertip back over my clit and then down the clitoral hood. Sending millions of tiny sparks all over my body.
Sam was again the first to unzip.
I guess that little moment we had earlier had somehow given him the courage needed to follow my lead.
He fished around in his fly and underwear with his hand until a huge black pole of a cock flung out from the fabric of his pants. It was a glorious, black cock with big veins running all around the length of his shaft.
His glans was a pink-brown color, and was very moist.
And his hand was stroking the base, making his head bob up and down with each stroke. I was happily surprised to learn that Sam had such a beautiful specimen hidden in his pants, and absentmindedly licked my lips.
Tom was next, he unzipped and his cock practically flew out of his pants.
I guess I should have known that Tom was the kind of guy to not wear underwear. His cock was very pink, in definite contrast to Sam’s.
It too was large, which I guess only made sense considering how tall and lanky Tom was.
He was uncut, and his foreskin reminded me of a little turtleneck. Whenever he stroked his cock, though, his foreskin would come completely down revealing his head. And then slide right back up to cover it again.
I was mesmerized.
I leaned forward to slide my leggings down to my ankles when I heard two more zippers come down.
When I sat straight up again there were four happy cocks being stroked around me. On the screen the movie was still playing. Another girl was repeating pretty much the same scenario we had seen previously.
But this time the Japanese men were taking turns fucking her. Her exaggerated porno moans were the perfect soundtrack for our own activities.
Nobody watched the screen this time. I was too busy admiring the happy cocks around me glistening in their precum. So, I opened my legs to let the boys get a better look at my puffy labia and my hardening clit
But still kept on grinding my fingertip up and down and left and right over my clit.
David was stroking pretty damn fast, which must’ve warned Roger that something was going to happen. Because he warned, “Don’t fucking cum on my dad’s couch, Dave.”
Dave looked pale, he’d already passed the point of no return. “Too late Rog, I can’t stop now”.
Roger looked alarmed and got up quickly towards the bar.
The Wine Glass
He grabbed a wine glass and quickly handed it over to David. “You owe me a new wine glass, asshole”.
David grabbed the glass just in time, sat up on the couch and tilted his dick down into the opening of the glass and exploded into it.
The head of his cock forcefully shot out rope after rope of the most gloriously white spunk I’d ever seen. It was pretty amazing. Not even in the pornos had I seen a dick shoot cum out with that much force.
“Oh wow,” I said, “You could kill somebody with that Dave.” The rest of the boys chuckled.
“That’s nothing,” said Roger, who motioned for David to hand over the wineglass.
David leaned forward and handed the glass to Roger, his white spunk swirling around at the very bottom of the wine glass. Roger kept stroking while looking at me grinding away at my clit.
Soon he took his eyes off of me and positioned the glass in front of his dick. He also spurted furiously into the glass, his little white ass contracting as his whole body convulsed with each spurt.
His white spunk slowly slid down the sides of the wineglass to mix with Tom’s.
“Oh shit,” I chuckled while furiously grinding my clit. “What the fuck? Since when do you guys cum bullets?”
Tom motioned to Roger for the wineglass, Roger obliged.
He got up from the couch to reach for the glass. My legs were against his legs, so as soon as he got up from the couch my legs opened up wide. I took the opportunity, with my legs now wide open, to slide two fingers in and out of my pussy.
It felt really good. Even though rubbing my clit sends sparks all over my body, feeling my aching pussy get stuffed feels really great too.
Tom, now with wineglass in hand, turned to face me. The sight of me finger-fucking my pussy drove him quickly over the edge.
He positioned his dick’s head inside the wineglass and exploded as well.
Because he was right in front of me, I didn’t get a good look at his ejaculation, but he made up for it with his sounds. He really grunted and put on a show for me.
It sounded almost as exaggerated as the actors on the film.
As he took the head of his cock out of the wineglass, I noticed that there was a rather large puddle of swirling goo at the bottom of the glass. I was impressed. “You boys really cum in buckets, don’t you?”.
Sam reached his hand out and Tom handed him the glass.
As I looked around the room I noticed that the other boys, even though they’d cum forcefully just seconds ago, were not going flaccid.
In fact their cocks were still at attention and throbbing up and down at the spectacle of my finger fucking, and to the sounds of a shrill Japanese actress getting fucked by an army of men.
Sam sat at the edge of the couch. He grabbed the wineglass and pointed his dick downwards into it, he then looked directly at my glistening fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, and came.
Also he shot rope after rope of cum inside the glass just as I was shuddering from my very own orgasm.
My body trembled as I managed to whimper out, “Oh yes!”.
I could feel every inch of my body twinkle in and out of existence. It was a very intense orgasm. When I opened my eyes and looked at my boys and they looked at me I could tell they had no idea what just happened.
So I explained, “I just came too.” Then all opened their eyes wide and nodded.
“I was almost expecting for you to ask for the wineglass in order to cum into it,” chuckled Roger, as he turned toward the TV to turn off the VCR and retrieve his tape.
That’s when I turned to Sam, who was still recovering his breath from his own orgasm, and asked for the wineglass.
Roger almost lost his balance when heard me ask for the glass and quickly spun around on his heels.
Sam obliged.
I swirled the slimy white goo at the bottom of the wineglass like a fine wine. It felt heavier than I expected, and was indeed a larger quantity of cum than I would have though my boys were capable of producing.
I placed the edge of the glass to my lips and tilted the salty, sticky mess onto my tongue. My eyes darted from boy to boy as I sipped the cum into my mouth and swallowed it little by little.
Their mouths were agape. They couldn’t believe what I was doing.
I steadily swallowed the entire load
Waiting for it to slide slowly down my throat. When I finished, my boys clapped and cheered. Roger reached for the wineglass, and asked if I wanted anything.
“Seeing as to how you have a wineglass in your hand, some wine would taste pretty good right about now,” I said.
And he served me some of his dad’s wine from the wine cooler. It tasted like heaven after all that salty cum.
We never had another Gokkun session with the boys after that. But we did a whole lot more masturbation sessions soon afterwards. Here is one of them entitled pool time with the O.R.G.’s.
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