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Subject: {ASSM} That Spring by Master Bey Shaun 3/6 (mm, mf, mff, size, mast, oral, exhib)
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 05:10:03 -0400
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"That Spring" by Master Bey Shaun-A Psychological Study- 3/6
(mm, mf, mff, size, mast, oral, exhib)

Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters 
between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same sex. 
If reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location, or 
is distasteful to you, go no further; do not read or download this story, or 
delete it immediately if you already have. Otherwise, enjoy.


3.


That evening, after I had cooled off, I kept replaying the events of the 
afternoon over and over in my mind. I was in shock with shame and confusion; 
the string of taboos that had been assaulted by yesterday's session with 
Jeff was nothing compared to the devastation wrought by this afternoon's 
events. Not only had I succumbed once again to the forbidden temptations of 
Jeff's inclinations, but had been caught in the act by Claire being jacked 
off by a boy, my genitals not only being seen, but actually touched by a 
girl. Claire! I couldn't get her out of my mind. I pictured her over and 
over again doing what she had done, doing her best to make me come. It was 
inconceivable to me; I couldn't believe it had actually happened.

In high school I had stayed in the background- today I would probably have 
been called a nerd. I was ok looking, I guess, but not particularly athletic 
or popular. I was very shy, and generally kept a low profile. I had had a 
few "girlfriends", quiet girls that I would occasionally go to a movie with, 
and one of whom I had kissed a few times, chaste kisses that I had to work 
up the nerve to steal.

Even my sexual fantasies when I masturbated were full of vague gropings and 
warm fuzzy wrestling; so to have participated in such brazen, deliberate 
efforts, with other people, to build up the maximum sexual tension, leading 
to the most powerful possible orgasm, was off of the scale of anything that 
I could imagine participating in. My self image was shattered- but, the only 
thing that I was sure of, was that this had been the most amazing, 
satisfying experience I had ever had, and even though I didn't know how to 
handle it, I was eager to keep repeating it.

I didn't know what to do about Claire. I was fixated on her. In my naive 
emotional way I felt acute shame and humiliation when I pictured myself 
lying back helplessly while she jacked me off- I couldn't imagine facing her 
again. The fact that she had obviously been a willing participant in those 
events was irrelevant to me- I didn't have a clue how to relate to a girl in 
such a way. At the same time, I thought I was in love with her, and 
fantasized about developing a romantic relationship with her- and then there 
was a part of me that was totally fixated on contriving a way to have her do 
me again.

Over the following week, Jeff instigated several more sessions in my 
basement room. He was totally fixated on masturbation with me; each time, as 
soon as he had my pants down, he seemed to come alive. Even though I was 
getting more used to these extremely intimate encounters, my conservative 
history only allowed me to approach them passively; I found it extremely 
difficult to acknowledge that I was a willing, even eager participant in 
this deliberate nastiness. Even so, I managed to jack him off several times, 
and found the experience very exciting.

Our encounters began to fall into a pattern, with my larger dick being the 
main focus of interest for both of us. Usually we would start off with me 
lying back in the chair, which he called the "sex throne", while he tried 
various ways of jerking me off. He was a connoisseur of masturbation, and I 
learned as he talked during these encounters that he had had a fairly large 
group of friends in his previous neighborhood that were equally obsessed 
with jacking off with each other, and they had evidently developed an 
amazing repertoire of techniques to stimulate a penis- which I could testify 
to, as Jeff seemed rarely to repeat himself as he worked on me. Some of 
these were incredibly intense, making me come in minutes, and others, like 
the slow, deep massage he used on our second encounter, seemed to last 
forever, producing a seemingly never-ending stream of pre-come creaming down 
my shaft, before I finally exploded.

We would take frequent breaks from rubbing my dick to prolong it- Sometimes 
I would work on him during these times, sitting on the floor next to him as 
he took the "throne"; or he would just sit, his eyes a few inches away from 
my swollen penis, studying it, gently fondling it, as if to memorize every 
detail of its anatomy. I found that I enjoyed playing with his erection- the 
novelty of its much smaller size in my hand was fascinating.

But my thoughts were always on Claire- I kept hoping that he would bring her 
over again; but when I got up the nerve to ask him about her, he 
nonchalantly said, "Oh, she does what she wants", apparently not 
particularly interested in her participation in his preoccupation. I could 
think of little else, though; and while to say that I enjoyed Jeff's 
attentions would be much more than an understatement, I was not at all 
attracted to men "per se"; and the memory of my sexual encounter with Claire 
was the highlite of my fantasy life.

After a week or so, I came home one day to find a note waiting for me saying 
that I had been invited next door for dinner. Jeff and I hadn't had a 
session that day, and as I had been getting used to the frequency of orgasms 
we were attaining, I felt a surge of anticipation. Then I thought of Claire, 
wondering if she would be there, and froze in confusion.

At the appointed time, I went next door, my heart pounding in anticipation 
of seeing Claire again. I was both elated and terrified, my memories of the 
other afternoon clashing wildly with both my romantic fantasies of her, and 
the awkwardness I had always felt around girls. When I rang, she answered 
the door, giving me a knowing smile. I stammered a greeting, and went in. 
She told me that the rest of her family members were out for the evening, 
but that Jeff would be back in a little while with pizza for our dinner.

We went into the living room and sat down. I tried to make some small talk, 
but she looked over at me with a playful smile and said, "I've been thinking 
about the other day". I felt myself falling apart; I gushed to her how 
embarrassed I was about that, how I would like to maybe get to know her 
better. She burst out laughing, and said "How sweet! I see you have a crush 
on me", and then she told me not to worry, that this had often happened 
before with "Jeff's jerk-off buddies", as she called them, when she had 
participated in their activities. She explained to me that she was sometimes 
fascinated by what boys like to do with their genitals, but that she 
considered her explorations with her brother's friends as amusement, and 
kept her romantic interests to herself. But she told me that she found my 
innocence "sweet", and said she was very interested in "what I had in my 
pants", with a knowing wink. I felt a let down, but also a curious relief 
washed over me; I felt released from the obligation of having to court her, 
something I never felt very confident about.

She began to tell me about how she first discovered her brother's 
"interests", and how her initial reaction when she walked in on them was 
disgust at what they were doing with each other; and how her brother had 
then diffused the situation, telling her how normal it was for boys and so 
on, and how she had curiously stayed to watch, and noticed how turned on the 
boys seemed to be by her presence. She said how she found this exciting; how 
she discovered that these activities were her brother's obsession, and how 
he cultivated a circle of friends to share his interest. She called it 
"Jeff's jerk-off club", and teased him about his obsession; but when she had 
come to realize that he wasn't interested in girls and was probably a 
homosexual, she became more supportive, easing the tension between them; and 
she found herself joining in more and more in their sessions for amusement, 
sometimes getting quite turned on by their excitement herself, enjoying her 
own experimentation with "putting an hard-on through its paces" in an 
environment with no personal interests at stake for her.

She told me how Jeff hadn't met any friends to share his obsession since 
their move here, and how excited he had been when he had discovered that I 
was amenable; and how he told her that he felt he had hit the jackpot with 
my "amazing" dick, that he seemed to talk about little else with her, and 
seemed obsessed with it. I told her about our almost daily sessions, and 
that he did indeed seem obsessed.  She made me tell her in detail what we 
had been doing during these sessions: she asked me if I liked it. I felt 
myself blushing, and she said she wasn't surprised, she had seen what he 
could do with a dick.

At that moment, we heard Jeff return and enter the room bearing pizza. He 
said hi to us casually and sat down. We ate, chatting small talk. I was 
relieved at the normalcy of the situation, until, just as we were finishing, 
Claire suddenly said to her brother with a smile, "I'm surprised you've had 
him here for this long and he still has his pants on". Jeff said, "you're 
right. We can remedy that easily." I felt a sudden warmth in my groin, and 
felt the by now familiar paralysis of anticipation surge over me.

Jeff got up, and came over to me, reaching down to unhook my belt buckle. I 
obligingly leaned back a bit, lifting off the sofa a little to help him in 
his efforts. I felt the usual thrill, and guilt, of surrender, but the 
turmoil was less; I think my talk with Claire had relieved a lot of the 
psychological pressure within me- somehow acknowledging my willing 
participation in these situations, (my complicity in which had previously 
felt so wicked), with someone else who accepted it made it seem less 
threatening and risky.

He pulled my pants and underpants down simultaneously to my knees, and sat 
down next to me; I was already getting hard. Claire looked on from the other 
sofa with a slight smile playing around her lips, and she said, "my, my!" as 
my dick continued to swell. It rose to its full size in seconds, and 
continued to stretch further under the thrill of my audience's gaze; it 
pointed at the roof hanging slightly over my stomach, bouncing slightly with 
each pulse of my heart.  Claire told her brother that she could understand 
why he was so obsessed with my penis. She came over to sit on the sofa 
beside me, and, watching it bounce, asked me if I had ever been with a girl. 
I muttered no; speaking to someone when I was in this condition was 
something I hadn't gotten used to yet. She reached over and absently ran her 
fingers down the back of my erection, saying "Have you seen a girl's cunt 
before?" I again grunted no.

She told me that she had never taken her pants off at one of Jeff's 
"jack-off parties" because she liked to be on the giving end of the fun, 
(and I guess now that she wanted to distance herself from the proceedings & 
stay in control) but said that she had an idea to try with me, and since she 
knew I liked her, it should be especially fun for me, and teach me about a 
girl's anatomy. She stood up and slipped her jeans off and laid them over 
the sofa, then slipped her panties off. I ogled her bush, seeing a woman's 
crotch naked for the first time. My cock was stiff at attention, as I ate up 
the view of her fine pubic hair, delicately tracing the lips of her pussy.

She told her brother to "get me going", and said she would take over in a 
while. He sat staring at my erection next to him, and said he'd like to see 
me cream without being touched, and told me to contract my "piss muscles" 
over and over, to see if I could work up some juices. I obliged, my dick 
swelling and bouncing freely with each contraction; Claire stood facing me, 
encouraging me with the view of her sex. After only about six contractions, 
a large drop of clear fluid emerged from the hole and perched on the tip of 
my dick. They both encouraged me to keep at it, and Jeff asked his sister, 
"isn't he incredible?".

I was enjoying the new freedom I now felt to participate willingly in my own 
sexual expression. I no longer felt such a strong need to deny my own 
willing involvement as I had been feeling previously; the delicious 
nastiness I was immersed in wasn't quite as overshadowed by guilt and dread. 
As I felt my juices start to flow, I felt incredibly excited; eager to "show 
off", and a pride in, my spectacular equipment.

The drop swelled as I worked, until its weight started it on its long 
journey to my belly, tracing a rivulet down the front of my head. This drama 
was repeated a few more times as we watched, until finally a small stream 
was running down from the tip of my cock, down the front of my shaft, right 
down the center, and collecting in my pubic hair. Jeff reached over his 
right hand, and, encircling my shaft gently near the bottom with his thumb 
and forefinger, drew his hand slowly upward, causing the cream to gather in 
a little pool where his fingers met the shaft. When he reached the top, he 
slowly drew his hand away, trailing a long string of the sticky juice behind 
it, that then dripped down along my belly following his hand.


I was very hot, and the touch of the hand on my dick was exquisite- I was 
begging silently for more. As if in response to my thoughts, Claire sat down 
next to me, and reached over with both hands, and grasped my shaft just 
below the head with her right hand, and about two-thirds of the way down 
with her left. She squeezed both hands slowly, then released them. She did 
this over and over; and each time she squeezed, we watched the already large 
head swell and become more shiny. She then encircled the base of the shaft 
with her thumb and finger very much as her brother had, but with her fingers 
up, like an inverted "ok" sign. She squoze the shaft with her encircling 
fingers tightly while sliding her hand upwards, squeezing the blood in my 
penis toward the head as if she was emptying a toothpaste tube; the head 
swelled even more than under her previous trick, to the size of a small 
peach, turning a brilliant purple. The pressure in the head of my dick was 
painful, but exquisite; and seeing the size to which it swelled, Jeff was 
transfixed, and said "wow" several times.

He then took over from her, and, asking me if it hurt too much, repeated her 
gesture even more forcefully with his larger male hand. It was almost too 
painful; but watching the swollen result, even larger than the last time, 
larger than I had ever seen it, was an enormous turn-on. A large surge of 
fluid was squeezed out each time they squoze it, running down over their 
hands.

Jeff then took off his pants, his erection sticking straight out forcefully; 
evidently he was very turned on by watching the proceedings. Claire reached 
over and tried the squeezing move on him, and his dick swelled impressively 
too, looking like a half-sized model of mine.

Claire then said it was time to try her idea. She had me sit flat on the 
floor with my legs spread, my back against the sofa. she then sat on the 
floor facing me, her legs straddling mine. She had Jeff move over an ottoman 
so that she could lean back a bit, then wiggled a little so that the tip of 
my erection was inches from her cunt-lips. She looked at me, and as she 
grasped my dick with both hands and maneuvered it towards her pussy, told me 
that she was technically a virgin; she said she had never let any of jeff's 
friends even see her naked, and had never had any of her boyfriends inside 
her, at least not their dicks. She said the same would apply to me; and even 
if she wanted to, she didn't think she could even fit me in.

Holding my shaft with both hands, she guided it until its tip was just 
inside her pussy's lips; her hands were dwarfed by the shaft she was 
holding, like a child's hand holding on to a bowling pin. She then began to 
move my rod up and down at a moderate speed, rubbing it against the inside 
of her lips, and the soft flesh inside. The tip of my dick was all that fit 
between her lips; the bulk of the head was bobbing up and down well outside 
her. Her motion made a sticky, slurpy sound each time she moved me. She 
said, "Don't worry if you come, I'm on the pill to prevent cramps", but 
truthfully it hadn't even occurred to me, as far as I had been from 
considering sex with girls.

It felt intense on my dick, her pussy hair tickling my sensitive head, and 
the soft slickness of the flesh, wet with our combined juices, a smoother, 
hotter stimulation. Jeff was watching eagerly at my side. She worked in 
silence for a few minutes, and then asked me if I had ever felt a girl come 
before, and I grunted "no". She was sweating now, breathing hard, and seemed 
to be blushing all over. She told me to reach over and slip the tip of my 
finger into her slit below where she was working on it; I felt the very wet 
smoothness around a small hole, going into her. She told me to gently push 
the tip of my finger in, and to wiggle it against the mouth of the opening 
fairly fast.

I was on fire; the friction her movements were making on the head of my 
dick, and the slight jacking-off movements of her hands on my shaft, were 
driving me to delirium, as I did what she asked. After a few seconds, I 
began to feel her hole pulsing, gripping my finger tightly and releasing it 
over and over, while Claire sighed, her eyes closed.

She stopped her rubbing of my dick inside her lips, opened her eyes and 
looked into mine, and told me that that was what it was like when a girl 
comes. She said that many girls, unlike most boys, can come several, even 
many, times in a row, and if I could stand it, she would like to keep going, 
and see how many times she could come before I did. She told me to keep up 
wiggling my finger inside her, and to pause for a few moments each time I 
felt her come.

She recommenced masturbating herself with my big erection, and I was doing 
her hole thoroughly. The sound of our heavy breathing and the slurping 
sounds of our masturbation were the only sounds; we worked on in silence. 
Jeff was rubbing himself near the base of his shaft to try to last as long 
as me, creaming nicely.

Every two or three minutes, I felt her come. Her wiggling of my dick up and 
down was becoming more forceful, and her slit was by now soaked, a wide 
swath of juice running from her cunt down her spread cheeks onto a growing 
wet spot on the rug. I was in an almost continuous state of orgasm, from her 
rubbing, and in sympathy with her repeated coming; cream was flowing from my 
cock so thickly that I could feel it coming up the shaft and out the hole; 
My dick was on fire. Jeff told me to tell him when I was going to come; he 
wanted to be holding my dick when I did so he could feel it, but didn't want 
to touch me to soon, so I could last as long as possible.

After she had been coming intermittently for about ten minutes, she suddenly 
told me to wiggle my finger harder; she could feel one of her "big ones" 
coming on. I tried to, but I was starting to come myself; Jeff could sense 
it, and he reached around my shaft near the base to feel the come shooting 
through the thick column on the back of my cock.

I watched as in a dream, as my come was spurting out of her pussy lips all 
around the head of my cock where she was rubbing it furiously between her 
lips, splattering all around her pussy and onto the floor; she was yelping 
like a puppy, as I felt her hole clamping down on my finger much harder than 
before, over and over, spasmodically, with a very gradually diminishing 
intensity. Jeff kept jerking me gently while the last few pulses throbbed 
through my cock, and his sister slowly let it retract from her drenched 
lips, to begin sagging towards the carpet.

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