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Subject: {ASSM} That Spring by Master Bey Shaun 6/6 (mm, mf, mff, size, mast, oral, exhib)
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 06:10:04 -0400
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"That Spring" by Master Bey Shaun-A Psychological Study- 6/6
(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 
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delete it immediately if you already have. Otherwise, enjoy.





6.

The next day I couldn't stop replaying the events of the previous night over 
and over again in my mind. I reenacted their fondling my full erection, 
watching the fluids pouring from my dick, jacking me off, and getting so 
excited themselves as to share in the debauchery with each other. And Jen! I 
had discovered that that was the girl's name who was talking to me at the 
end, who had helped to finish me off. I was consumed in fantasies about her, 
and anticipation-

As we had been cleaning up, Claire had joined Jen in talking with me, and 
had heard her interest in experimenting more fully with me and my impressive 
equipment; Jen was turned on by the ongoing masturbation sessions that we 
had developed, excited at the thought of my huge cock being made to come so 
often. Claire had then invited Jen to join our little club centered around 
my endowment, suggesting that they take over my evening sessions if I 
wouldn't mind. Drained as I was, I nearly got hard again at the thought.

I had become a complete glutton for sex, and had completely surrendered to 
this idyllic situation centered around it. I now lived to be hard and 
creaming, and in fact I was so often that the rest of my life was becoming a 
dream; I had been getting so much sex that it had become commonplace to me 
that nothing else was of much importance. So as Jeff came over that morning 
and went with me down to my basement room, I watched eagerly as he pulled my 
pants down, my erection springing up to point at his face.

Jeff had me lie back on the floor and knelt beside me, staring at my rigid 
cock, and reached a hand out to begin sliding the skin on my shaft slowly up 
and down, while holding my balls down with his other hand to stretch the 
skin more, and make it pull on the head. This produced a wonderful burning 
sensation around the rim. As he jacked me off he said, "Today I`m going to 
make you come", explaining that the girls were no doubt going to have me 
coming every night, and he wanted to enjoy as many of my orgasms as they 
were going to get to. I think he was a little jealous to be sharing me, and 
simultaneously excited at the prospect of watching them in action with me. 
He worked on me steadily, hypnotically,  his jacking producing the familiar 
wet sounds that had by then seemed to be filling my days, as a bead of juice 
began to build on the tip of my swollen head over the hole. All the time he 
was doing me, he fantasized about the girls' upcoming explorations; he 
claimed to have no problem with it, and assured me he understood my 
enthusiasm to have them do me.

I was creaming steadily now, and he smeared it all around the upper portion 
of the shaft and head to produce a slick lubricant; he had shifted his 
hands, one hand around the base of the shaft, pulling my balls up as he 
would slide the skin up slowly, and pulling down firmly on the downstroke to 
stretch the skin hard along the shaft, pulling it to attention. With the 
other hand he was doing the top of my dick, sliding the skin up over the 
swollen rim and back down again, in synchronization with his other hand. We 
were both breathing heavily.

I felt a slow burning building in my groin and my whole body was tingling;  
I felt myself moving inexorably towards orgasm under his steady, thorough 
masturbation. The cream was running down my erection, over both his hands, 
glistening wetly; followed suddenly by thick jets of come, squirting into 
the air and falling back down to drip down my genitals and his hands. His 
eyes were burning with arousal as he watched, until finally the last few 
pulses of my orgasm died away. I lay dead, drained, as he wiped us off.

We had agreed to have only two sessions a day, so that my balls would be 
producing enough come for a thorough orgasm at each session. And sure 
enough, that evening as I walked next door for my first session with the 
girls, I could feel a surging in my crotch that foretold a wet outcome for 
the evening's activities.

As I arrived at their door, I was nervous and eager with anticipation of 
what was to come. Over the preceding weeks I had built up the comfort of 
familiarity with Jeff and Claire, so that including their participation in 
my most intimate, revealing sexual activities now seemed normal to me. Even 
at the "party" of the preceding evening there was the semi-anonymity of 
numbers, the crowd of people belying the intimacy of the situation; but 
tonight, only two girls, one of them someone new, would be sharing in my 
naked sexuality, and I felt vulnerable. But then, Jen's obvious eagerness as 
she had jacked me off last night was reassuring to my fears, and incredibly 
exciting to my lusts; I felt dizzy with anticipation.

Claire answered the door and led me into the living room, explaining that we 
would be undisturbed that evening, that her other family members were gone, 
even Jeff; I suspect his jealousy moved him to sulk alone. Jen was sitting 
on the couch as we entered the room. She was about my age, cute, with short 
brown hair, and she seemed to have a nice figure. She smiled up at me, with 
an excited, knowing look in her eyes; then without preamble Claire told me 
to take off my pants.

I felt a dizzying thrill to be on the verge of revealing myself so 
intimately to these girls: even though Claire had brought me to some of the 
most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced, the intense eroticism of this 
"command performance" before two girls alone was incredibly arousing; also I 
felt particularly attracted to Jen, and hence felt a shyness to be 
acquiescing so passively in front of her to their whims.

I slipped down my pants, and took them off; it was the point of no return. 
My erection was stretching my briefs, pointing upwards obliquely to the 
right, held in with its tip at the level of my navel, projecting to the side 
past my hips. I felt my face burning in a blush of embarrassment. I was 
standing facing them five feet away as they watched, commenting on the bulk 
of the shape stretching my underwear. Claire told me to come stand before 
them so Jen could become better acquainted with my prize. I went and stood 
directly in front of, and between them, where they sat side by side on the 
sofa. Eying my distended underwear appraisingly, Jen told me to take them 
off too. I slipped my underwear down, releasing my hardon to flop down 
straight out, its distended head inches from their faces; it was pointing 
slightly upwards toward my navel, swaying with its sudden release. It was 
painfully swollen from the excitement of the situation; Jen said "Wow, I had 
thought my memory might have been playing tricks on me from last night, but 
will you look at that!"

My dick was hanging in front of them at the level of their faces, its shiny 
head bobbing just inches from their eyes. Jen reached out and gently hefted 
my ballsack in the cupped palm of her hand, feeling its weight; my balls 
were like two small plums threatening to roll off the sides of her small 
hand. They were talking; apparently both girls had had experience of a fair 
number of boy's cocks, but never before had either girl seen anything like 
what was standing before their eyes. Jen said that she was fascinated by 
dicks, but felt that she had struck the mother lode.

As they spoke, Jen had been gently pulling on and fondling my balls; Claire 
reached out a hand and joined her, so that they were each pulling gently on 
the ball nearest them. My rod was throbbing with the pounding of my heart, 
giving a slight bounce on each beat. Just as Jen reached out her other hand, 
fingers extended to grasp the upper shaft, a large drop of fluid emerged 
from its pouting hole, and hung swelling on the tip; grasping the shaft in 
her fingertips to steady it, she leaned forward slightly and stuck out her 
tongue, licking off the drop with its tip, trailing a string of fluid from 
my cockhead to her mouth as she leaned back.

The sensation of her hand suddenly on my shaft, followed by the velvety 
feeling of her tongue on the stretched, sensitive skin of my cockhead, was 
shocking, sending a bolt of fire searing through my entire body, and more 
cream oozing from my erection. They had been steadily doing my balls, and my 
hardon was raging with tension, its skin stretched to the maximum, shiny and 
a deep red. "I bet we can make him come just by pulling on his balls", Jen 
said to Claire; but she kept up the slight jerking-off she was doing to my 
upper shaft.

They asked me to describe how what they were doing to me felt like; I tried 
to tell them how good it felt to be so swollen; the wonderful sense of 
fullness as I felt the fluids churning inside my balls, taking its long trip 
down the shaft to cream out; the smooth flowing through the hole, the 
building of pressure in my groin and the tingling of my whole body... They 
were getting worked up at the extreme sexuality of the situation, seeing the 
obvious effects they were having on this huge hardon just inches from their 
faces; they were both breathing hard, and Claire was rubbing Jen's crotch 
with her free hand up her short skirt, through her panties. I was coming to 
realize that Claire felt about girls the way her brother felt about boys, 
and later learned that she and Jen had a prior history of very intimate 
contact.

Claire gave Jen a meaningful look, and they both stopped doing me, leaving 
me standing with a throbbing, very erect and dripping hardon;  Jen stood up 
a moment and put a towel they had ready under her bottom, and took her 
panties off, slumping back onto the sofa with her legs spread, her eyes 
half-closed in a look of lust and anticipation. Claire reached down and 
pulled her friend's skirt up, completely exposing her crotch. She had soft, 
deep-brown curls, around very pouty lips. Projecting prominently from 
between her lips was a swollen, dark red tongue of flesh, sticking proudly 
out about three-quarters of an inch. "Look, she's almost like you", Claire 
told me, stroking the projection very lightly with a fingertip, "Look at the 
size of her clit!" I only had Claire's anatomy to compare her with, and it 
was certainly much more prominent than hers.

Jen sighed as her friend's fingers tickled her cunt. Claire reached her 
other hand to spread apart the lips, directing me to kneel down and watch, 
and started to slide her fingertips lightly up over the now prominently 
displayed projection, and down the exposed red slit; pausing at the bottom 
to gently slip a finger a bit into the recess there, giving a little 
circling motion as she did so, and back up the slit to the projection again. 
She would vary this pattern a little, giving a few more tickling strokes to 
the swollen projection, or letting her fingers linger, sinking two together 
a little deeper into the bottom end, but kept the pattern up smoothly. Her 
fingers, and the whole slit, were getting very wet with shiny fluid, a 
pleasant slurping sound being made occasionally by her motions; Jen was 
breathing hard, in little sighs.

"She's about to come", Claire said, and told me that she was a good match 
for me, that she could come over and over; that they had once had her coming 
for the better part of an hour. Her lips were now swollen red and spread 
wide on their own, and her clit seemed to be tightening up. Claire stopped 
her roving and kept rubbing on the thick protrusion, directing me to insert 
three fingers into her pussy. She was soaked and her hole was wide opened: 
my fingers slid into her easily, and I had just gotten them into her up to 
my hand when she let out a gasp, and her pussy repeatedly clasped my 
fingers, hard, over and over, as she arched her back and raised her ass up 
off the sofa to push into our hands.

As Jen sank back into the sofa, Claire slowed her movements, but kept them 
up; she directed me to sit next to Jen, and withdraw my fingers from her 
pussy. She had me take over the rubbing and tickling of her clit; Jen put 
her hand around my hardon and started to jack me off, directing me how to 
rub her by the way she would do me.

Meanwhile, Claire was slowly sliding several fingers in and out of Jen's 
pussy, adding a finger every so often until all five  fingers were slipping 
in and out of her. At that point, she stopped her in-and-out motions, and 
seemed to curl her fingers around inside of her pussy to form a fist, which 
she began to slowly twist inside Jen; who at that moment came again. Claire 
kept up her movements, and Jen directed me by the pressure of her hand on my 
erection to press on her clit as she was coming. I was so hot from Jen's 
jacking while feeling her come again that I felt myself approach the edge; 
but I managed to hold on. All of our hands were soaked with Jen and my 
juices.

We kept this pattern up through two more orgasms in quick succession, each 
coming sooner than the one before it, and seeming shallower, but longer 
lasting; when Claire said, "I think she might be warmed up enough to try to 
take you". She had me kneel between Jen's thighs, still keeping her hand 
filling her pussy; and when I was in position, she slowly withdrew her hand, 
and, grasping my cock, directed its big head to the opening her hand had 
just vacated.

I felt the tip of my hardon enter her opening; never before had I felt a 
sensation like that! The warmth, the slick wetness kissing at my head was 
heaven. Claire had me push gently, and then the whole head was inside her. 
Jen gasped, then, relaxing, said, "a little more". I carefully pushed about 
two inches of the shaft into her, now filling her as much as had Claire's 
small fist; I marveled at the tight glove-like fit of her pussy clasped 
around my dick. Jen had me wait motionless, then asked me to slip it in and 
out very slowly. As I did so, I was able to slide a little more of the shaft 
inside her with each forward movement, until I was about halfway into her; 
at which point she let out an urgent groan and came again. I could feel the 
spasmodic pulsing of her pussy along he length of my erection; I almost came 
again.

Claire had been all along directing my actions, and she said that it was 
time to pull out all stops: she directed me to let my rod slip steadily in 
and out of Jen, not too fast, almost withdrawing on the outstroke so that my 
thick rim would rub the opening of her pussy; and she reached over and began 
rubbing Jen's clit gently but fast, and began artfully fondling my balls and 
the protruding portion of my shaft.

Jen was wide open now; and the whole area around her lips, and my erection 
as it slid into and out of her, was covered with our wet, shiny fluids, 
which ran down her ass onto the towel- I had been creaming like a geyser 
under this heavenly stimulation. I felt on fire, dizzy with lust and 
pleasure, like I was about to pass out; my whole body was tingling and hot, 
my groin burning with the intense stimulation of the heavenly sensations I 
was experiencing, and the powerful engorgement I could feel of the come 
building in my balls. Jen was coming every few seconds now, little fluttery 
orgasms that blended into one another, one fading gradually when the next 
would strike; she was flushed and sweating, moaning softly on each 
outbreath. Claire continued her inspired masturbation of our genitals as we 
fucked.

In an excruciating, steady build, as if in slow motion, I could feel myself 
pass the point of no return, the inexorable climb into a massive orgasm 
slowly washing over me; I felt the familiar building of come in my balls and 
prostate like a warm, intense pressure, then finally, catastrophically, 
shooting down my shaft.

It was one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had. When she felt the first 
jet shooting into her pussy, hitting her cervix forcefully, its volume 
completely filling her cunt with warm fluid on the first squirt, Jen yelled 
"Oh!", and started to come herself, hard; the heavy pulsing of my shaft as 
the sperm rushed through it fought with the strong contractions of her 
vagina. I had instinctively stopped thrusting, and held my hardon deep 
within her as we came, primitive instincts to impregnate controlling my 
actions. She was filled with sperm on the first shot, and the excess was 
squoze out of her pussy around my shaft under the pressure of each 
subsequent jet, running down her cheeks onto the waiting towel. Her head was 
thrown back, and she was making little whimpering sounds as we came; I 
wasn't aware of my own behavior, completely possessed by the throes of 
intense orgasm. Claire was unconsciously making little growling noises as 
she feverishly jacked our pulsing genitals as we came, sharing in the 
intense primal sexuality of the moment.

Gradually the pulsing in our merged organs dwindled, and I collapsed forward 
onto Jen in a drained embrace. She put her arms around me in a laconic hug, 
and I felt for the first time the warmth of her breasts and belly against 
me, my erection still filling her; Claire slumped forward against us, 
sharing in the physical and emotional exhaustion we had wrought. We lay like 
that for some time as my dick slowly shrank, still filling her even in its 
relaxed state. I was in a daze; I had experienced my first orgasm inside a 
girl! And it was only my first session with Jen and Claire...


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