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DVP The True Story


For those of you who are unaware of what DVP is, it's a variation of Double Penetration, in this case Double Vaginal Penetration (and for those of you who don't get all this scientific jargon its two dicks in one vagina). It's also awesome.  Because who the fuck would want two dicks in their vagina? Oh wait.. Me.  To get into the TMI zone... I have done DV, more than a few times and quite successfully.  It is one of my absolute favorite things about a MFM threesome.

I've found that any girl that is interested in DVP can experience it. Even really, really tiny girls.  I've seen a  5'2'' 100 pound girl take two, much larger than average dicks on the first try.  Vaginas stretch, that's the story. The more aroused a girl is the more she can potentially take.  Not all girls are into DV or would ever want to try it (and I am absolutely certain that there are some women that have trouble doing vaginal intercourse with one dick let a lone two, and they would most likely not be a candidate for DVP).

DVP can also be done with toys or fingers.  The feelings are very different.  The biggest reason for this is because it's not just about the penetration.  Part of what I find so incredibly arousing is the fact that standard DVP (with two actual physical guys) results in a lot of other touch and stimulation.  Having two pairs of hands rubbing and touching is incredible and adds to the sex in ways that are difficult to describe through text.

I'm on some meds right now and they're beginning to kick in so before I become completely incoherent, I'm going to end this particular entry. I may add to this later.  Also, I turned off the moble version of the site since it was doing some weird things (at least on my Droid phone).  The wrong background showing up every time was driving me nuts so I disabled it. You'll have to load the regular site version of the blog until I figure out how to fix it.  Also, no updates this weekend, I'll be hanging out with some fellow atheists for a youtube meet up in Philadelphia.

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