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"That Spring"-A Psychological Study-
by petelargo@hotmail.com



1.

...I lay back as they worked intently on my swollen, dripping erection; my
next door neighbor and his sister were splitting the labor between them, she
running her tongue sloppily along the back of my big shaft, drooling almost
as much saliva down my rod as the cream their actions  were drawing up from
my balls, which was flowing in a wide stream over the purple rim of my
painfully-stretched dickhead, and on down the front of my thick shaft; while
he was jacking the lower end of my hard-on with excruciating slowness,
pulling down on the skin with his hand on the down-stroke, stretching the
skin shiny-tight, while tickling my swollen balls with the fingertips of his
other hand. We all knew that they were close to wringing another intensely
huge orgasm from my engorged genitals, and, as I could feel the come pooling
in my balls, involuntarily I reflected back on how these incredible sexual
encounters had become such a regular part of my life...

I was raised conservatively and had had a sheltered life, and although I
discovered jacking off at a young age, I felt guilty about it. Although I 
was 19, I hadn't at that time had any sexual contact with girls; I had been 
on a few platonic dates to the movies and such, but I was shy, and lived in 
a small town. In the winter of that year, a new family moved next door- a boy 
a year younger than me, and his older sister. I didn't have much contact with 
them, until that spring, on a day I'll never forget.

It was unseasonably hot, and I had set up an old wading pool we had had for
years in the back yard that I would get wet in to cool off. On this
afternoon as I was heading towards the pool in a bathing suit the boy, whose
name I recalled was Jeff, looked over the fence between our houses, and
asked if he could join me and cool off. I had thought he was peculiar when I
had met him before; he was from Chicago, and had a different manner than the
local guys: I couldn't get a feel for what he was thinking. Anyway, I told
him sure, and he came over and lay back in the pool with me. We talked
smalltalk about the neighborhood and how he was settling in, but I noticed
with some alarm that he kept glancing at my crotch. I felt uneasy, but
ignored his behavior, as I was quite shy.

As I know now, I happen to have been blessed with very large genitals, and
even when I had been in middle puberty, my dick extended well above my navel
when I had a hard-on. Evidently he was noticing the largish bulge in my
swim-trunks even though I was soft; and after he worked our conversation
around to the obvious object of his attention, he asked me if I would show
it to him, saying he thought it seemed much bigger than his, and he was
curious. 

Now, I was quite put off by this; my upbringing had instilled in me a huge
set of taboos about sexuality, and I had always behaved publicly in complete
denial about the whole issue; so I was very flustered by his straightforward
request. I didn't answer him in my confusion, which he must have sensed, as
he kept suggesting in a disarming way that it would be very interesting to
him to see it, and that he just wanted a quick look, and so on. I felt so
disoriented by the strange situation that my sense of normal acceptable
behavior, ordinarily so embedded in me & that I took for granted, grew
fuzzy; and, almost in a trance, I let him talk me into giving him a peek.

We got out of the pool, and he led me around to the side of the house, but I
was afraid we might be caught in the act (evidently my normal sense of
propriety hadn't completely deserted me), so I suggested we go down into our
basement through the storm door, which we did. We went into my hobby room,
where I built model airplanes; my parents rarely came down there, so I felt
a little safer. He sat in the chair at my table (how I was going to come to
enjoy that chair, it almost makes me come now to remember it!... but that's
getting ahead of our story), and had me stand a few feet in front of him. I
was rendered pliant by my confusion; he said "well, let me see it!", and,
hoping to get it over with, I pulled down my bathing suit, and left it
hanging around my knees. I just stood there nervously, as he was obviously
transfixed by what he saw- he kept saying "wow", and just looking at it with
a steady stare. 

I had never been in a situation even remotely like this, with another person
in such a bizarrely intimate situation, and didn't know what the boundaries
were- I felt paralyzed, yet strangely excited, and to my horror my dick
started slowly swelling. This went on like a silent movie; for minutes,
neither of us moving, or saying a word, as my cock very slowly rose, through
horizontal, at last becoming fully swollen and pointing at a 45 degree angle
towards the roof. I felt intensely powerful sensations running through my
body that I had never felt before, as no other person had ever seen my
erection. I think he could sense the intensity of the situation, as he sat
still, transfixed, staring at my fully swollen penis two feet in front of
his face. Finally he said "damn!", and asked me if he could touch it; he
said he'd never seen one so big.

I was paralyzed by the intense lust and confusion that was washing over me,
so I just stood there numbly as he reached out his arm and tentatively
touched it with two finger tips, which he then lightly ran down to the
bottom of the shaft to my balls; his light touch produced an electrical
shock as if I had been struck by lightning. He then gently tried to encircle
the middle of the shaft with his whole hand. I had never before in my life
felt such intense, incredibly pleasurable sensations. I was possessed,
completely insane, in another dimension with these new sensations he was
producing in me and the bizarre situation I was experiencing; all I could do
was stand there. He started slow little jacking-off motions, watching
intently with his face only inches away, as if in experiment. A drop of
cream pushed its way out of the head, and started to drip towards the floor.
"Wow", he said again, softly. He started saying how incredible it was to see
such a huge dick, how he used to masturbate with his friends in Chicago and
had seen some he thought were big, but that he had never seen anything like
this. 

He asked me if he could jack off with me- I dazedly mumbled something, and
he took his hand away from my hardon, stood up, and pulled his own bathing
suit down, never taking his eyes away from my rod, now dripping onto the
floor. As he sat back down, I saw another boys erection than my own for the
first time- and was amazed how much smaller it seemed than what I was used
to- I had never really realized that my size was unusual. I was fascinated
by his dick- it seemed perfectly proportioned, but on a miniature scale,
like a toy or a model of my own.

It's hard for me to describe why I was permitting these atrocities to
continue and escalate, against all my previous conditioning and better
judgement; something in me had overloaded when I had pulled my pants down,
or even before, when I had agreed to it in the first place, and each
subsequent transgression of my scruples, with the incredible sexual
sensations I was experiencing, only added to the overload and my resultant
confusion, rendering me more susceptible to his, and my, lust, and my own
deep, primitive urges.

He was now sitting right in front of me, my dick at the level of his face,
and he once again took hold of it. He started to pull the skin up and down
very slowly, in a steady rhythm, which produced a sort of popping sound each
time his motion made the cock-hole pout. Neither of us spoke; I just stood
there in front of him being jacked off in silence, except for the regular
noises my dick was producing.

When I had masturbated previously, I used quite a fast speed, as if racing
urgently to shoot off; but this very slow steady pumping that he was doing
made me feel a whole new range of sensations; a burning, tingling from the
soles of my feet to the top of my head. Thick drops of cream were oozing
from the tip of my erection, running down to where the motion of his hand
was spreading it in a glistening film over both his hand and the remainder
of the shaft, down to my balls. "Wow... and you really cream a lot, too!" he
said softly, almost to himself. I saw he was rubbing his own penis, his palm
almost covering the whole rod; on mine, his hand didn't even cover the
middle third. He was staying away from the head, and was deliberate in his
focus, staring blankly at his handiwork.

Then, he stopped, and said that if we kept up we would come too soon; he
stood up, and he asked me if I wanted to feel his hardon. By this time all
boundaries had been broken, so I passively sat down in the chair, and he
stood in front of me. He was a little shorter than I was so his dick wasn't
quite at my eye level as I was for him. I reached over and felt it. It felt
funny, small and delicate compared to what I was used to, and strangely
inanimate- I was used to feeling my prick's sensations as well as the
sensation of my hand touching it, but now his dick felt like a rubber cigar
or something. 

I tried wrapping my hand around it and jerking it off, but my hand covered
it so much that I couldn't move up and down very much; then he showed me how
to grasp it with my thumb on the bottomside of his shaft and two fingers on
the top, and I could then slide the skin up and down a good ways. I tried to
do it the way he had been doing me, very slowly, but he made me stop again
in a few minutes; he said that he & his friends learned to try to last as
long as possible before they came, and used to have a game to see who could
last the longest when they masturbated together. He said that he just wanted
to look at my huge hardon for a while, that that alone was really making him
feel very hot. 

He pulled me down in the chair so that I was slumped down and my legs were
out straight, making my dick stick straight up, and he sat on the floor next
to me, putting his eye-level once again even with my erection. He said that
he bet that if we both just stared at it intently, that alone would make it
keep oozing; we did that for the next few minutes, and sure enough the
pressure of our gaze kept clear fluid running down the front of the shaft in
a steady rivulet. Finally, Jeff reached out a hand and started tickling my
balls very lightly with his fingertips. I jumped at the almost electrical
shock of his sudden touch on my balls. He commented on how even my balls
were huge; and as he continued his tickling, my hand hanging down found his
little hardon and began to stroke it slowly. He seemed intoxicated,
transfixed by the sight of my big dick, and in my intense sexual distraction
I could barely follow as he  seemed to be feverishly telling me how he would
love to jerk off with me every day, making all sorts of promises to be at my
beck and call, cajoling me, promising that he would be my "sex slave" and do
anything I wanted to my cock whenever I wanted him to, and so on, if only I
would keep getting together with him. He told me he had to tell his sister
about what he had found out about me; that she would sometimes masturbate
with him & his friends, and even occasionally jerk them off.

All the while he was saying all this, he had been steadily tickling my
balls, and I was on fire. My dick had never been so hard, and it felt like
it was burning up- but with the light tickling sensation, it was a slow
torture; I'm sure that if he had only wrapped his hand around my dick, it
would have sent me over the top. But he kept up his tickling, falling silent
now, staring intently at my throbbing rod. The feeling of being on fire was
by now insane: I had never felt so hot: I was panting: and the clear fluid
that was oozing from my cock-head would become exhausted, then enough would
build up to flow again and a little would drip out, then it would be again
exhausted. I had completely forgotten about the fondling I had been giving
his dick. 

Then, suddenly, without any warning, he moved his hand from his tickling and
drew it lightly up my shaft; well, that did it! Before his hand even reached
the head, I felt like I was passing out, and a thick, continuous stream of
come shot out from the head of my extremely swollen dick, then another, and
another, seemingly endlessly. I felt that I had never truly come before that
day. I could feel his dick pulsing too and my hand became wet, as he came in
sympathy with the ferocity of my orgasm. We both just lay back... I felt
transformed, shattered, liberated, dizzy with the newness of my first sexual
experience with another person. He was talking about how hot jacking off my
dick made him, planning future sessions, maybe a sleepover at his house, so
he could show his sister my "enormous rod"...

2.

After Jeff's departure, and for the remainder of that day, I was in a
turmoil. I felt horribly guilty for having allowed such an incredible
transgression of my usual "acceptable" behavior, blamed my perverse weakness
for allowing such a horror to occur, and felt terrified to have been
involved in such a blatantly homosexual act. Yet at the same time, I felt an
elation, an exquisite thrill at the memory of the extreme "nastiness" of
what we had done, thrilling exactly because it  was so very nasty; I had
come so hard. I felt dizzy, disoriented- unsure of who or what I was
anymore, the known predictability of the patterns of my life shattered,
leaving me in a dizzying cloud of newness and uncertainty. I resorted to
clinging to my old, "safe" behavior, in an explicit denial of what had
occurred; walking through the rest of the day carefully as my old self would
have, and attempted to bury this crazy fact of my vulnerability to such wild
behavior. Yet, I was constantly haunted by apprehension of what my next
encounter with Jeff might bring.

That fear was addressed the next afternoon as I was working in the back
yard, when he appeared over the fence and called me over to talk to him. I
strode over with a deliberate air of nonchalance as if I felt nothing
peculiar, but in fact I felt an exciting, watery feeling in my midsection,
that threatened to disrupt the ease of my movement toward him. I came up to
him with a neutral look held on my face, prepared to pretend nothing at all
had happened the previous day. He, however, immediately burst the facade of
social conformity by begging me to let him do me again, promising to do
anything I might want, saying that I wouldn't have to do anything at all if
I didn't want to, that he would do all the work, and could we go down into
the basement room right then and do it.

All the confusion that I had been trying so hard to deny surged up into my
mind, along with a shockingly strong feeling of lust at the image of what he
was suggesting, and the memory of how good it had felt yesterday. I felt
thrillingly powerless, surrendering to this surge of lust, as I mumbled
acceptance of his suggestion; he pointedly told me to go down in and take
off my pants, and that he would be right over.

In a daze I went down into the basement storm door and into my hobby room- I
looked over at the chair, images of the preceding day's activities rushing
over me, and pulled off my pants and sat down. I left my briefs on; somehow
that shred of concealment bowed towards the social conformity I felt torn to
obey- but the straining of my now fully hard cock against my underwear gave
a lie to the pretense.

I heard him coming down the stairs from the storm door, looked up, and saw
him enter the room. His eyes at once fixated on the massive bulge in my
underwear, and he directly came over to the chair, bent down, and with one
hand stretching open one of the leg-holes in my briefs, with the other he
guided my dick and balls through it, leaving them hanging out the side, free
of covering. He then knelt down at my side by my knee, facing me. The tip of
my swollen dick was pointing straight towards the ceiling, and with me
slumped down in the chair and him kneeling facing me, it was at the level of
both our eyes; so that as I watched him, I was looking right past its shiny
head towards his eyes, which were taking in my size seemingly in awe.

Having seen his erection the previous day, I could imagine how impressive I
was to him- every portion of my genitals was well more than twice the size
of what he was used to on himself. He reached out a hand, and grasped the
shaft of my penis near its base, so that his fingertips were over the
topside of the shaft, and his thumb was gently pressed into the thick column
that ran up the backside of the shaft, just above my balls. He then slowly
moved his  hand upwards, sliding the skin along my shaft as far as it would
comfortably stretch, watching my balls being pulled upwards from their usual
resting place between my legs. He did this two or three times, watching the
motion of my balls, and the third time, after he had pulled up, kept pulling
up for a moment as he put his other hand beneath where my balls were
hanging, and then let them slide down to rest on his slightly cupped palm.
He supported my sack, feeling the weight of it with a gentle bouncing
motion.

I was as if in a trance: to be allowing the exquisitely nasty invasion of my
body's privacy again today was thrilling and fascinating, and incredibly
exciting, as I remembered where it was likely to be leading. I watched his
actions in silence, in shock and arousal simultaneously. He handled my
genitals almost worshipfully; clearly he enjoyed his focus on my big cock
every bit as much as I enjoyed his efforts. It was strangely satisfying to
be the object of his worship and fascination, and I was learning to
appreciate my own size in sympathy with his amazement.

As he was cradling my balls in his hand, both of us staring intently at the
proceedings, a drop of clear fluid emerged from my  cock, and sat poised on
the tip, glistening like a diamond. "Oh, yeah!", he said under his breath,
and he reached a finger towards the head of my dick, touching the drop with
his fingertip; he then slowly smeared it over the swollen head, leaving it
shiny, and as he pulled his hand away, trailed a long string of the sticky
juice. He told me he had noticed the previous day that I made a lot of fluid
before I came. He said that one of his former jack-off buddies also used to
ooze a lot, and that they would deliberately try to see how much cream they
could get out of him before he came. He said that he would like to try that
with me, and shifted his position so that he was sitting to my side; he told
me that they had discovered a masturbation technique that really made the
juice flow, and slowed orgasm, but that I would need to take my underwear
off and spread my legs wider apart.

By this time, in a haze of lust, I had totally surrendered to the situation;
so I let him position me, very slumped down in the chair so that my belly
was almost horizontal, my underwear off and my legs spread apart, with my
hardon hanging at a 45 degree angle towards my face. He reached over to the
table where I built my model airplanes and picked up an empty saucer that
was sitting there. "This'll do", he said, and he set the saucer on my chest
right beneath where the head of my penis was hanging. He told me not to
worry, that what he was going to do might look strange, but it felt really
good, and he & his friend had done it all the time; and that it should be
even easier with a dick as big as mine.

He put his thumb around my shaft near the base, with his fingers held
together extended along the back of the shaft, fingertips pointing down
towards my balls. He then gently pushed his fingertips downward. "I thought
on you I might be able to fit my whole hand", he said excitedly; apparently
with his friend they could use only one or two fingers for this. He
continued to slide his fingertips down in between the shaft and my balls,
stretching the skin into a pocket, that allowed him to insert his hand down
behind my balls up to about the second joint.  As the skin of my penis was
stretched down by his pushing, it pulled tightly on the head, and pulled the
whole dick upwards slightly. With his other hand, he manipulated my balls
out of the way, to get maximum penetration of his hand down behind my balls.
It felt very peculiar at first; I didn't know my anatomy was capable of such
a feat, but the tightly stretched skin on my shaft pulling on the head was
extremely pleasurable.

He gently felt around with his buried fingers along the shaft behind my
balls until he located a slightly protruding lump just at the very root of
the shaft. Then he began to massage this lump, rubbing it in small, slow,
circles with a moderate pressure. I immediately started to feel a rich
warmth spreading through my entire groin; my dick swelled even more, and I
could feel my juices flowing. It was a very erotic feeling; not a fiery,
irritating burning that demanded the release of orgasm like jacking off near
the head of the dick produced, but a deep, rich warmth that was satisfying
in its own way, that felt like it could go on for hours without needing any
other release.

He sensitively worked on me like that, and sure enough a slow stream of
fluid began to emerge from the tip of my dick. As it started to flow down
towards the rim of the head, he reached with a finger of his other hand and
directed the stream, preventing it from running down the shaft, leading it
to drip from the rim straight down onto the saucer, where a small puddle was
beginning to collect. He repeated this maneuver whenever necessary as he
worked on me, evidently trying to see how big a puddle of cream he could
milk out of my balls before he made me come.

I was truly in ecstasy. The sensations I was feeling coupled with the
outrageous sexuality of the situation were too much; it was all I could do
to lie back numbly and watch.

He continued to do me steadily, occasionally breaking the silence to tell me
how hot he was getting from watching my big dick cream, with its skin pulled
so tight from the pressure of  his hand, and about his other jack-off
experiences with his friends when he lived in Chicago. I was in a trance; I
could barely follow what he was saying; but I was interested when he started
talking about his sister. He said she had caught him and two friends in the
act during a sleep-over they were having a few years previously, and had
been very amused. At first she was derisive, but her interest in their male
sexuality grew. They would let her watch them do it, as his friends found
her presence very exciting. She would frequently attend when they had their
jack-off sessions, at first just watching; but eventually, she enjoyed
encouraging them, and making suggestions of different things to try;
sometimes trying some of the more creative ideas on them herself. He said
that he had already told her about my cock, but she hadn't believed him.

All this time the pool of pre-come that was building on the saucer perched
on my chest continued to spread; the thick fluid didn't flow like water
would have, but was a deep puddle, almost a pile, a sixteenth-inch deep. We
were watching the rivulet ooze down the head and run in a thin, sticky line
down onto the saucer. The stream would ebb and flow, and he would comment
when a particularly thick gob emerged from my dick-head. We were both dazed,
completely immersed in masturbation.

I didn't hear her coming down the cellar stairs from outside until she was
almost there, but a girl suddenly walked in the room, and the three of us
stared at each other as if frozen: I was so far gone in sexual ecstasy that
the shock and extreme embarrassment I would have ordinarily felt at being
discovered in this totally revealing situation was only a thought; she
exclaimed, "Oh my god, Jeff, you weren't exaggerating!"; and he said in a
hoarse voice, "Isn't it amazing?". He told me not to worry, she was his
sister, and they had planned to catch me exposed like this- he had noticed
that I was a little uptight about all this, but he wanted to show me off, so
he had arranged that she give him twenty minutes to get me going, and she
would then come down.

His sister walked around by my feet to have a better view of the
proceedings; it did feel incredibly exciting to have what I had realized was
my extremely large dick displayed so openly, creaming and swollen as it was
to its maximum. Jeff showed her how far he had gotten his whole hand down
behind my balls, and how much fluid we had already gotten out of me. Jeff
explained to her what we were doing, and as he continued making me cream,
she reached down and put her hand around my shaft, but she couldn't wrap her
hand around more than two-thirds of its width. "My god", she said again. She
watched her brothers handiwork and its effect on me in silence for a few
minutes, and then she asked me if I was anywhere near coming. I could barely
talk, but I told her I felt like I could do this forever. She and Jeff
started talking with each other all about my dick and what we had done today
and yesterday- she was amazed at his description of my orgasm yesterday, and
said she wanted to see me come. He said that there wasn't any doubt that
that would be happening before too long.

By now, the saucer was covered across much of its surface with the puddle of
my fluid. Jeff said he wanted to stop doing me, and see how long I kept
dripping. He stopped his circular rubbing, and slowly withdrew his hand up
my shaft from behind my balls, and withdrew his hand altogether from my rod.
As the stretching of the skin on my shaft and ballsack was released when he
drew out his hand, my balls settled back to their usual position hanging
deep between my legs, but even though the pull of the skin on the head was
released, my shaft didn't relax at all, as it was so distended in the
excitement of exhibitionism. She reached a palm down and hefted my balls,
and then sat down next to her brother, and examined my penis with her eyes
up and down.

The rich glow in my groin that Jeff's motions had produced was gradually
subsiding, and as the intense, deep stimulation he had been providing was no
longer there, I became aware of other sensations, particularly a burning in
the head and down the back of my dick, and the swollen pressure of the blood
engorging the shaft and head. The helmet-like head was completely distended,
stretched smooth and shiny, a slowly diminishing silver rivulet of fluid
running from the hole down the front to the thick rim, and down onto the
saucer. Jeff, watching, reached over and caught the string dripping down
from the head with a finger, and lifted it, stretching the string up into a
long inverted v, seeing how far he could stretch it before it snapped. he
got about two feet up and it still hadn't snapped, but was getting caught on
the shaft and my belly, so he guided it back towards the saucer as much as
he could.

Now that there was no contact with my genitals as a distraction, I noticed
how bizarre it felt to have my most personal parts being so openly viewed by
these people who were essentially strangers- part of me felt a strong
undercurrent of horror that I could succumb to such unacceptable activities,
a sick fascination at my own weakness and perversion; another part of me
reveled in the attention and obvious admiration that I was receiving, and
yet another part surged with the male sexual strength and primal lust that
was coursing through me, anchored in my swollen hard-on. I felt insane, no
way to reconcile these conflicting powerful feelings; yet for now, my huge
hardon sticking out into our midst, the lust won.

Jeff's sister said she wanted to make me come, and asked if she could jerk
me off. Without waiting for a reply she reached toward my erection, and
formed her thumb and forefinger into a "C" shape; she encircled the rim of
the head as much as her little hand would, adjusting the size of her
encircling fingers so that they would just slip around the edge of the rim,
and began to slide up and down over the rim in a moderately fast rhythm,
just rubbing very lightly and going only about a half-inch above and below
the rim. This motion produced a wet, sticky sound with each stroke of her
hand as she rubbed the fluid that my head was coated with, her motion
working up a frothy foam of cream around my cock-head, and producing a very
intense, burning sensation. It was almost more than I could bear when,
suddenly, she stopped. After about thirty seconds, she resumed her rubbing.

She kept up that pattern, thirty seconds on, thirty seconds off, for several
minutes; then during the next break, she took her other hand and grasped the
base of my penis, pulling it into a more upright position so that it was
sticking out as far as it could, holding it there for the remainder of her
work. The breaks she was taking both eased and intensified the effect her
amazing handjob was having on me. On the one hand, just when I couldn't take
it anymore, she would stop; but then, when the intense sensation had only
partly subsided during her breaks, she would start in again.

She kept on with this for a surprisingly long time; I guess my tolerance to
sensation had been raised by all the intense stimulation I had received over
the last forty-five minutes- my dick-head was almost numb from the intensity
of her very direct stimulation. She must have been doing me like this for
seven or eight minutes, she and Jeff commenting to each other from time to
time about some aspect of the activity. Jeff had slipped out his erection,
and was jacking it off with wet sounds; the room was filled with the
slippery sounds of masturbation. I was completely beside myself with
ecstasy; I was again creaming a steady flow; I felt delirious, on fire,
completely wide opened in every sense; when Jeff reached over and cupped my
balls with his free hand. That did it.

I won't describe the details of what happened next; I can't, it was beyond
words. I soaked my face and my shirt, and splattered even more fluid into
the saucer; Jeff also came when he saw my great dick coming; and his sister,
who's name I learned after it was all over was Claire, told us she also came
in her panties in sympathy with the intense sexuality of the situation. We
all lay back, exhausted.
  
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 that
first time 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 big
dick 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.


4.


I arrived home later that evening, drained but wired from the evening's
activities. After we had recovered, Claire had gotten some towels, and we
had all worked at cleaning up the substantial wet spots on their carpet.
They had talked while we blotted, Jeff saying how hot it was to see his
sister coming, how she rarely let him see her "in action", which provoked
some sibling bickering, he telling her that it wasn't fair, all the hundreds
of times she had seen him and his friends coming; with her retorts that it
was his hobby, she could do as she liked, and wasn't "one of his jack-off
boys". They did both agree about how much they had enjoyed seeing me come,
all my juice spurting out around her cunt-lips as we did each other.

But then, back at home, the events of the evening replayed themselves over
and over again in my mind- and I was again swallowed in the by-now familiar
confusion; why did all this intimate sex seem so clear and right when it was
happening, but seem so perverse and nasty to me, afterwards? The worst part
of it was my feeling of surrender, of helplessness, powerlessness to do
anything but passively go along with whatever my seducers wanted me to do:
it wasn't even that I didn't want to do those things with them, but that I
was so powerless to resist their directions once my dick started swelling.

The image of myself, lying back with my erection fully exposed and sticking
straight up, swollen and shiny, with Jeff staring at it mesmerized as he
deliberately and carefully worked on it; an image that I had watched for
many hours over the past week, was horrifying to me then as I pictured it.
Me, gladly allowing a male to touch my hard-on, and jack it off, repeatedly,
and the amount of time I was allowing to be spent just masturbating! It felt
so wrong! To add to the indignity, he would play games with my genitals,
seeing how much juice he could get out of me as he had that second session,
or counting how many times my penis would throb when I came, trying to best
my previous record. It was incredibly humiliating! Even so, as these images
arose in my memory, I felt my dick swell, and a familiar warmth spreading in
my groin. I couldn't understand myself. It was as if there were two
different people inside of me, like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; there was the
normal, familiar, "safe" person I had always thought myself to be, and this
other, perverse sensualist, who would allow anything to be done to himself
for pleasure. My horror was the realization that he was actually me, and
that I seemed powerless to do anything about it.

I didn't see either of my neighbors that next day. I felt relieved at this,
but also a pressure in my balls, that had become used to the schedule of
daily, and very thorough, workouts. The following day, however, Jeff came
over to my house earlier than he ever had before, and I followed him down
into the basement with surrender, tinged with eagerness. When we got into my
room,  he announced in a thick voice as he pulled my pants down, his eyes on
my penis, that he wanted to try to work up to two sessions a day, that a
dick like mine deserved to be hard constantly; he said that as I got used to
it, I would become able to have at least two good comes a day. My dick was
rising toward the ceiling as I pictured what he was suggesting; I was now
fully possessed by my primal urges, and knew I would go along with anything
he wanted to do with me.

Over the next two weeks, on most days we spent several hours down in my
basement room, as he worked on developing my stamina and getting my balls
used to producing more come. I felt like I was an athlete in training, and
he indeed treated my erection like a thoroughbred. We would have a session
usually in the late morning or early afternoon, and another at night,
sometimes over at his house. He was infinitely inventive; even with the
hours of masturbation we were putting in, he rarely repeated himself, coming
up with novel approaches again and again. One day, for example, as we
started he told me that he noticed that I had a hard time talking while I
was hard, and he had a game to help me get used to talking and jacking off
at the same time. He said he would ask me questions while he was doing me,
and I would have to answer reasonably quickly and clearly, or he would slow
down, lighten up, or stop. He thought that would condition me, "like
Pavlov's dogs", to be responsive verbally while I was having sex.

He squirted a big gob of hand lotion on the head of my dick, spread it all
over the shaft thoroughly with two fingers and his thumb, and started
sliding his hand up and down encircling my shaft, up over the thick ridge
that formed the rim on the head of my cock, and then back down again, slowly
but steadily. While he did this, he asked me very ordinary questions about
my life, like how long I had lived here, what I thought of a particular
movie, etc.. At first, I had to struggle to make my voice work, the
sensation was so all-consuming; but then as I mumbled he would slow his
movements almost to a stop, and lighten the pressure, until I answered
clearly. It was amazing how effective this game was; by the end of the
second session that day using this technique, I was having an almost
completely normal conversation with him while he did me, until I came; then
I couldn't speak. He noticed that; and while he watched the last few spurts
of come from the orgasm he was producing in me run down my cock, he said
we'd have to work on that.

He also started catching my come in a cup every few times he brought me to
orgasm, to see how my volume was developing under his plan.

Several times his sister joined us for our sessions, but while she watched
him do me enthusiastically, she didn't join in on those occasions: except
once, when she directed Jeff, telling him how to slide the skin on my
erection, masturbating me by remote control. I could now talk easily while I
was being done, and we kept an almost constant conversation up, about how a
particular technique was feeling, how close I was to coming, etc.. I found
that the handjobs were improved greatly by this (which I wouldn't have
thought was possible, they had already been so good), from my participation
and feedback. I was spending so much time each day watching my erection in
front of my face being jerked off, that in my dreams I often saw my swollen
cock-head bobbing in front of me, regardless of what else was happening.

I had become a total slave to our masturbation sessions, and in between
them, as I would be going about my other affairs, I could think of little
else, looking forward to the next session impatiently. I'm sure this was
Jeff's intention; he would have had me with my pants down, hard, in front of
him all day if he could. Although he frequently came himself during our
sessions, sometimes just from feeling the power of the orgasm he was causing
in me, he seemed quite contented that my prodigious genitals be the
recipient of our efforts. He seemed to get as much vicarious pleasure from
making me come, as he got from coming himself.

After a few weeks of this regimen, while we had just started an evening
session in Jeff's bedroom, Claire walked in on us.

Although I was used to her being there, it added an extra excitement to the
sensations I felt to have her watching me getting done. I was lying back on
the carpet, leaning up a bit on the side of the bed for a better view of his
work. Jeff had my belt and fly open, but my pants weren't pulled down: he
had pulled my balls out so that they were spread out on the surface of my
pants below the fly, and my erection was, as usual, pointing at the ceiling.
We had gotten me to the point where both of my daily orgasms were at least
as strong as any he had ever brought me to, and the amount of come I was
producing had increased steadily. On some sessions, particularly the
morning's, if I came quickly, he would try to make me come again, working up
to three times a day.

Jeff had already started to bring me towards tonight's orgasm by using two
hands, on either side of my cock-head, gently stimulating it around both
sides of its rim with his fingertips. It was having its effect, a drop of
cream building on the crack at the tip. Claire came over to us, watching
critically for a few minutes, and then said, "You know, I think that it's
gotten even bigger than when I first saw it." We both said we agreed as he
continued to do me, crediting the "tooth-paste tube squeeze" move that Jeff
used on me for a few minutes at the beginning of each session, to swell me
to maximum size before he would begin. She then announced that she had a
real treat for me that night; she said she wanted to try to blow me.

I was stunned; except for that one night two weeks ago, she had not had any
direct contact with me; and Jeff had explained to me that she had never had
anything to do with his other friends, outside of the strict masturbation
games they would play. He had said that he had been very surprised at her
actions of that night, that they were unprecedented, and she must have been
extremely turned on by my size.

Jeff slowly stopped the delicious rubbing he was giving my cock-head, looked
up at her, and said, "ok, but you have to let me watch; and don't do too
good a job, I don't want you to spoil him!". Then he stopped the tickling he
was doing and put his hand around the shaft near the base, and pulled slowly
upward once while squeezing it. This action squoze out a large drop of cream
from the tip which swelled the drop that had been building there, sending it
flowing down my shaft and over his hand, leaving a shiny trail; he then
released my cock.

I had often wondered why Jeff himself, with his obvious fixation on dicks,
especially mine, never took them into his mouth; when I asked him about
this, in the midst of a session in my basement, he told me that he was a
specialist, and preferred the freedom to watch the progress of his handiwork
that handjobs gave him. He said, as he milked my pulsing shaft, that all of
his friends seemed to enjoy his handiwork; I agreed!

Claire directed me to get up, take off my pants, and lie on the bed near the
edge with my legs spread and feet on the floor, so she could kneel between
my legs. As I arranged myself, she explained to us that she had found
herself repeatedly fantasizing about my big dick in her mouth; and, since I
was so available, she thought "why not?". She knelt between my legs, but we
immediately noticed that even with her kneeling up as straight as possible,
my dick-head was standing near her forehead; so she leaned forward, so that
my balls were rubbing against her solar plexus and my shaft running up
between her breasts, and gave it a kiss a few inches beneath the head.

Claire rose to her feet, deciding to try it standing up. She only had to
lean forward slightly, and the head of my erection was an inch from her
lips. She reached out a hand and grabbed the base of the shaft, bending it
down slightly towards her lips, and continued to hold it to steady it. I was
incredibly excited, having been well warmed up by her brother, and at the
prospect of this new treat. She looked down at the head, dripping just below
her chin, then opened her lips and bent down to take it into her mouth.

The tip of my head filled her mouth, and the rest stuck out in front of her
face; she looked like she had an apple in her mouth, like a pig dressed for
roasting. The sensation of her lips on my velvety head was incredible. She
steadied my dick with her hand, and tried to push it farther into her mouth,
but it wouldn't budge.

She slipped her lips off its tip, looked at it again, and closed her mouth,
working up some saliva; then she licked her lips, opened her mouth wide to
stretch her lips for a moment, and again bent down to my cock. She held her
mouth as far open as she could while she moved it around my cock-head; this
time, she got it in almost to the rim, but no further.

She pulled back again, looking at it thoughtfully, and absentmindedly
started to rub the skin up and down on the lower shaft slowly where she held
it, jerking me off. She continued the motion of her hand while she bent
forward again and started licking the head like an ice cream cone, swirling
her tongue around it and alternately sucking the tip into her mouth and then
squeezing it back out with her lips, evidently giving up on the idea of
actually fitting it into her mouth.

I was going wild; the sensation of her tongue on the sensitive, stretched
head of my erection was like nothing I had ever felt before.

She steadied my shaft with the fingertips of her free hand just below the
head, and continued her licking-sucking-nibbling on the tip, while jerking
off the base slowly, my balls riding up and down with each movement of her
hand. Jeff, watching the slow motion of my balls, reached a cradling hand to
support them, weighing them with a slow bouncing of his own. He asked me how
I was doing; I replied, with difficulty, that I didn't think I would last
too much longer. 

On hearing this, Claire pulled back from her nibbling with a long, sucking
kiss, trailing a string of fluid from her lips to my cock-head; and surveyed
the results of her work so far, while she licked her lips. My shaft was
covered with a silvery film of her saliva mixed with my juice, and even as
we watched, a fresh pulse of clear fluid appeared on the tip, and flowed
slowly downward. She had kept her hands on my shaft, and had reduced her
jerking-off movements, shifting towards pushing her fingertips into the
thick column on the back of the shaft above Jeff's hand, and riding it
slowly up and down, forcing out a fresh pulse of fluid with each upward
movement.

While she continued this gentle masturbation, her mouth free again, she gave
Jeff a smile and asked how I liked it, compared to her brother's skills;
when I didn't answer right away she bent forward again. This time she sucked
the tip into her mouth and squoze it back out again, drooling a slight
stream of saliva onto my head when she squoze it out; she did this over and
over, in a steady rhythm, evidently intending to make me come right away, to
show off her skills to her brother.

I was out of control, my erection stiffened to its maximum and pulsing
spasmodically, its head a swollen, bright red from the suction of her lips:
after only a few minutes of this, her drool and my cream rolled down from
the head in thick gobs onto her and her brother's hands and my cupped balls.
I warned them that I was about to come, and she positioned her puckered lips
right over the hole like she was giving it a kiss, and started to suck
steadily. Jeff put his free hand on my shaft between where her two hands
were, encircling the shaft to better feel me coming, moving the skin up and
down in concert with Claire's jerking-off movements; three hands were
jacking me off, with room left over along the shaft.

The first squirt of come partly escaped Claire's mouth, as its sudden force
took her by surprise; but by the second, she had a sense of how strongly I
was coming, and adjusted her suction to try to contain it all- but, after
the sixth or seventh pulse her mouth must have been full; and, not having
time to swallow, each further pulse sent come squirting out of her lips,
falling down her chin or onto my dick and their hands. I was in an agony of
pleasure; the especially large load of thick come, built up by our
"development" program of twice-daily orgasms, surging through the channel in
my erection and out the hole with unusually high force under the stimulation
of Claire's blowjob; the intense, burning/tingling from her suction on my
head, the four hands smoothly jerking off my dick and balls; it was absolute
bliss. Jeff said hoarsely that that must have been the record in the amount
of come he had ever seen me put out, wishing that he could have caught and
measured it; Claire swallowed several times, licking her lips, her eyes
glazed- and grinned. She looked at her brother, and he said that she won,
THAT time; but he would beat her in time.

5.

The morning after I had received my first, fantastic blowjob from Claire,
Jeff came over around ten; and as he was slipping my big dick and balls out
to begin working on them, he told me of his new idea. He had again opened my
belt and fly, but hadn't pulled my pants down- instead flopping my balls
over the slightly lowered waistband of my briefs so they were hanging in
front (as he had begun the previous night before Claire took over), my
erection sticking straight out. He was sitting in the chair, and had me
standing right in front of him facing sideways so he had a profile view of
my size, my equipment at his face level, working on my balls with a very
light rubbing and fondling; every now and then reaching a hand out to stroke
the rim of the head.

"I read about something I want to try on you, to see if it works", he said,
and proceeded to tell me of a technique that was supposed to lead to a truly
continuous orgasm. He said that it supposedly required up to a month of
buildup, so he wanted to begin the training right away. As he was saying
this, the insistent stimulation of his handjob causing a large drop of juice
that had been building on the tip of my dick to drip slowly to the floor,
trailing a long shiny string, he told me what would be involved.

He told me that the basic idea was to masturbate me as often, and for as
long, as possible, but to stop short every time I was about to have a normal
orgasm, taking me right up to the brink. We would have to finely coordinate
his doing me with how close I was to coming, but as I was already telling
him just how his actions were making me feel, as he had trained me to be
able to do, he thought that would be no problem. He said that it might be
hard for me at first, but apparently after a few days it would start to feel
great, and he would be able to keep me right at the brink of coming for
longer and longer, finally indefinitely.

He had continued to do me, now slowly pulling the skin on my shaft up over
the thick rim on my head and back again, with his thumb and three fingertips
in a regular rhythm, still doing my balls with his other hand; and we talked
about his plan as my arousal was steadily building.

(At this point in our strange relationship I had become completely compliant
with his wishes: the sexual ecstasy that he would produce in me was
overpoweringly seductive; and I was totally addicted to it. I had gotten to
the point where as soon as I felt my dick being released from my underwear
and saw it rising between us, I might as well have been coming already: as
for him, he seemed equally addicted to watching my large organs being jacked
off. My addiction had nothing to do with him; the fact of his being a male
became meaningless to me: I was completely addicted to the drug of sex, and
he was supplying me.  Otherwise, in my life I had no particular access to
sexual contact with any girls (other than Claire), and no prospects, while
here I had been being given the most satisfying sexual releases over and
over, right in my back yard, and I didn't even have to go out of my way to
get it; there was no contest. As for Claire, she had made it plain that she
was unavailable to me, except through her participation in our sessions, and
that when she wanted; so even there my best shot at contact with her was
acquiescing in my present situation; and what a situation!)

Suddenly, I could feel the steady surge of fluid in my balls that meant he
was making me come, and I told him; He stopped his jacking immediately, took
his hands away from my now-throbbing hardon, and told me to try to relax
every muscle in my groin completely. I tried this, and sure enough, I felt
the impending orgasm slowly recede. We just stood there quietly letting the
tension dissipate, watching a stream of slightly milky cream flowing from
the tip of my dick to the floor. We talked about me dealing with concealing
my hardon since it wouldn't have the de-pressurization of coming, but as we
talked, we could see that it was already drooping slightly, and would
apparently shrink to its soft size after a while with no stimulation.

As part of this new  regimen, he started dropping by the house every few
hours, or having me over next door, to work me close to coming. I lived
alone in the house with my elderly parents; I had left high school the
previous year to stay at home to help with my invalid mother, who spent most
of the day in her upstairs sitting room; while my dad, who hadn't yet
retired at that time, was gone all day. Since my tasks around the house were
minimal, this new schedule was no problem for me to maintain. We quickly
found that my erection would subside after only a few minutes once he
stopped doing me, so I could close my pants up and go apparently normally
about my chores. 

We would get together about eight-thirty or nine, in my basement room or in
his bedroom. He would work on me for about a half-hour, or until I had
almost come two or three times. For these morning sessions he would usually
have my pants off and lying back, sometimes with my legs spread, or with
them tightly together, my balls sitting up between my thighs, and my dick
squoze even tighter. He would work me strongly at first, concentrating on
the head of my penis, until my first approach to orgasm; then he would slow
down, and work my shaft and balls more for the next two close calls. Twice
during these first sessions of the day I lost it and came; the first time,
after about three days of our new routine, I was so excited from his expert
jacking that a huge orgasm came upon me so fast that I had no warning- and
it was a gusher! Not having come for three days after our previous
twice-a-day for weeks, a huge load had built up- He had been doing a fast
two-handed job on my shaft, the top hand not quite reaching my rim, and the
bottom hand causing my balls to bounce wildly as it pulled the skin up and
down- and it hit him square in the face! But, like falling off a horse, he
immediately started me up again, and worked on me patiently until I was
again about to come, to leave me in the state of constant arousal he was
aiming for.

Then he would stop by generally in the late morning, and after lunch, and in
the later afternoon. For these "maintenance" sessions he would usually just
open my fly and ease my genitals out, including my balls, which hang low
enough that hanging them out my fly with my erection was no problem. He
would make me almost come once or maybe twice if I was particularly fast, in
ten or fifteen minutes, then put it back away in my pants. If he was feeling
particularly aroused, he would pull my pants down around my knees for a
better view, and masturbate himself as he did me. He had asked me if it
would bother me if he was coming  while I wasn't, but it didn't seem to
interfere in my training, and so for many of our sessions he would
masturbate until he came while he was doing me- I liked to see him spurting
come; and since I wasn't, it was a great vicarious thrill.

The first few days were hard; my balls felt an enormous pressure, especially
since he had had me coming so often and so much just before we started this
routine. I was very tempted to not tell him when I was peaking and just
come, but I was completely conditioned to follow his lead by now. My dick
was constantly swollen and puffy, tingling with a ready excitement; when he
would take it out for a session, it would almost explode to an incredibly
stretched, shiny purple fullness. It was oozing constantly, a steady stream
while he would be doing me, and a light dripping in between; I cut a towel
into smaller pieces and took to keeping one stuffed in my briefs- the first
day, before I discovered this, after our second session of the day a large
stain had appeared on the front of my pants, as if I had wet them.

One night , after about three weeks of this training, he invited me over to
his house for that day's evening session. We had by then become very good at
bringing my dick to, & keeping right at, the edge of squirting; my erection
would be throbbing and pulsing uncontrollably, a steady stream of fluid
flowing down, for twenty or thirty minutes- and I was in heaven! It was
indeed like one long orgasm, my whole body burning and tingling
continuously, my dick stretched to its maximum.

As I went into his bedroom that night, he told me to undress completely,
which had become usual for our evening sessions, our long one of the day,
and that he had a little treat for me tonight. He told me that he had been
keeping Claire appraised of my progress, and tonight she wanted to watch him
giving me the "endless orgasm".

My penis had of course sprang up to my belly, rock hard and already
dripping, as soon as he had my pants off; under the pressure of our
three-week buildup, even when I took it out to pee it would stiffen and
throb; I walked around most of the day semi-erect, which I had a hard time
concealing. But when he told me about Claire, I almost came at the thought.
He told me to follow him into the living room, she wanted to watch us do it
there.

As I entered their living room behind him, naked, my straining erection
bouncing as I moved, I stopped suddenly in shock. There, sitting in an
arranged semi-circle of chairs, was Claire, and four other girls! She spoke
up and told me not to worry, that these were girlfriends of hers who she had
told about my big equipment and Jeff's and my masturbation expertise, and
they were all very eager to see it for themselves.

Now this was a small town, and I knew these girls casually; they had been
ahead of me in high school by a grade or two, and the shock and confusion of
being seen like this, being paraded in front of them naked with my huge
erection bobbing, was totally humiliating! I was horrified to learn that
anyone outside of our private threesome knew of my great debauchery and
lust, and of my anatomical generosity. I felt completely exposed and
vulnerable; the rug had been pulled out from under the feeling of safety
that had grown in me around our secret sexual conspiracy. Yet at the same
time, the anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through my whole
being; and my dick, which had been in a steady state of high arousal for
weeks, was throbbing and dripping for its evening workout proudly.

They had set up a sort of stage for my performance to be displayed on, two
ottomans pushed together for me to lie on; and as I was lying back, my legs
spread, knees hanging over the end, feet on the floor, with my erection and
balls prominently thrust upward, I could hear the girls exclaiming among
themselves, amazed at my size, and obviously aroused by the sight. Their
chairs were spread closely around where I was lying, with a chair behind my
bed for Jeff to work on me from, which he had now begun to do. He grasped my
shaft near the base to steady it, and started to work on the ultra-sensative
spot on the back of my dick just below the head, massaging gently with the
fingertips of his other hand.

A steady stream of cream was flowing down the front of my dick as it leaned
slightly forward towards my face, bobbing over my solar plexus. Excited to
be "showing me off", Jeff dipped a fingertip in the juice on the head and
rubbed it slowly all over the head and rim, leaving it shiny and slick, then
raising his finger up to trail a string of the sticky fluid straight up over
my cockhead, and back down for more smearing; then tapping the hole several
times with his finger, making bubbles perched on the tip of my dick.  The
mood in the room was tense with sexual arousal; the girl's voices were muted
as they talked about what they were seeing. Claire was telling them about
her having done my dick, and told the others they should feel it. Two of the
girls got up and came over to me and, one by one, grasped my shaft around
the middle; their hands couldn't reach much more than halfway around the
thick shaft. They all commented in awe.

I could feel the juices flowing in my balls warning of an impending orgasm,
much sooner than usual under the intense stimulation of the handjob coupled
with the excitement of being watched by strangers in this very compromising
display; and the girls' touch upon my swollen cock almost sent me over the
top. Jeff, sensing my arousal, an expert on my sexual states by now, warned
the girls in time, and reduced his own work to a slow jacking-off motion
down my shaft- I got through the crisis with no more than a few pulsing
throbs, fluid now flowing heavily down my cock, pooling in my pubic hair.

Jeff and I now knew we were on the home stretch; we knew from our experience
over the last few weeks that after my I got over my first near-come, he
could bring me right to the edge, and keep me there; so he worked my dick
carefully, I telling him how close we were getting. My erection was
completely swollen, the skin stretched painfully tight, the head swollen and
shiny; the whole thing a deep purple-red from the blood congesting it. Its
skin was stretched so tight that he could only pull up and down on it an
inch or so, without pulling too painfully on my tight balls; the whole shaft
shiny-wet from my fluids that Jeff was wiping over the shaft.

I was almost there: I told him I could feel the come building in my balls:
he slowed slightly, letting it build, until my dick started pulsing as if it
was coming, but with no ejaculation. This signaled the beginning of our
spectacle: he jacked me carefully, making it pulse over and over,
spasmodically: the pulsing would die back, and begin again, under his
careful masturbation. The clear fluid that had been flowing thickly all down
my erection was now becoming whitish, as it was mixed with come.

I was in ecstasy. Truly this was a continuous orgasm; the come flowing
steadily and smoothly from the head of my dick, squirting up very slightly
when the pulses and throbbing would get particularly strong; but jeff's
skill kept it from going past the point of no return. It was incredibly
erotic to see my huge, swollen erection coming and coming; jeff's hardon was
sticking out of his fly dripping, the girls were starting to masturbate, and
Claire and her friend next to her had their hands down each others' pants.

Jeff kept working me like this, spurting constantly off and on , for what
must have been four or five minutes. My erection was throbbing and pulsing
uncontrollably. The girls were leaning forward out of their chairs, some
kneeling right by me, to see this amazing sexual behavior up close, eyes
glazed over in excitement to see my huge tool coming and coming.

I don't know how long this went on- I lost all sense of time , in a trance,
coming non-stop- Jeff came sometime in the middle of my faux-come, just from
watching me- the girls looked like they were coming occasionally, all of
them now fingering each other- Jeff finally wanted to make me actually come,
and began working me fast and hard with both hands- one of the girls came
over to help, grasped the shaft above his hands near the head with both
hands- which picked up the spastic pulsing more and more, until I started
ejaculating properly. The first stream went over my head, leaving a trail
all down my front, and soon my chest was dripping with streams of fresh
come. By the time I was drained, so was everyone else.

Afterward, while I was toweling myself off, the girl who had helped jack me
off was talking with me, and said she was incredibly turned on by my size,
and thought that I was "cute", too, and asked me if I had ever fucked a girl
before, that she would love to try to have my huge rod inside of her...

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...
   


PART 2
INTRODUCTION


That Spring after I had graduated high school, my life had been transformed
through the agency of my new next door neighbors, Jeff and Claire, who had
seduced me progressively from being a shy, naive, conservative small-town
boy, into becoming a complete sexual glutton; at first reluctantly, then
eagerly allowing them to explore a variety of methods of making my unusually
large (as I had realized it to be) erection come: culminating eventually in
the exquisite experience of my first sexual intercourse, with Jen, one of
Claire's friends who had been at the masturbation show we put on for some of
Claire's friends.

1.

The morning after that amazing event, I saw Jeff coming over to my house for
our usual morning masturbation session, and I felt that familiar warmth
growing in my groin in anticipation of his making my cock rock-hard, and
masturbating me thoroughly; but then, my heart lept when I saw Jen was
accompanying him! I hurried down to my basement room to meet them, wondering
what would be in store, and exhilirated to be seeing Jen again so soon; I
heard them enter the basement by the storm door, and approach what had
become our sex room.

I expected to have Jeff direct me, as he usually did, to take off my pants
so he could start a long, drawn out handjob on my huge erection in whatever
manner he was inspired to, leading to a very thorough orgasm, with Jen
watching, but instead she followed the surprise of her presence by taking
charge of the proceedings herself. She told me that she had had a conference
with Jeff and Claire after I had left the night before, and they had decided
that my "training" would enter a new phase; they had made me an expert at
being on the receiving end of sex, and today they would start teaching me to
become an expert on the giving end.

Jen was very cute and playful, with a twinkle in her eye, but there was also
an undercurrent of focussed sexuality in her manner that revealed her as a
fellow orgasm addict, as the other three of us were; and as she directed
Jeff to remove his pants and lie back in the chair, there was a fire of lust
mingling with the playfulness in her eyes.

Jeff layed back on the chair obediantly, his full erection pointing
prominently at the ceiling, his arms crossed on his chest, and Jen directed
me to remove my pants and kneel at Jeff's side. As he lay back completely
exposed and ready, Jeff looked up at me with eager anticipation, obviously
excited to be on the receiving end of our duo, which he had become so
fixated on over the last few months. He watched as I pulled my pants and
underwear down together at Jen's instructions, my erection springing free,
bobbing in front of my belly as I knelt down as directed. Jen placed a dish
I had left handy in the room from Jeff's and my previous investigations into
my cream volume; as she aligned it carefully in the line of fire of my cock,
she explained how she wanted to see for herself how much come she could get
out of me- she had been amazed at what she had seen me produce previously
under less "scientific" conditions. She jokingly pointed out that we
wouldn't need one for Jeff, since she was going to have me swallow
everything we got out of him.

Kneeling there, I studied his hardon, noticing its nice form; it looked very
much like a much smaller version of my own- perhaps six inches long, fairly
thick in proportion, with a pronounced rim projecting out around it where
its large head joined the shaft. The skin on the shaft was stretched
shiny-tight, its head a bright purple: he must have been very excited at the
prospect of being done by me. Jen sat on the floor next to me, her face
inches from Jeff's hard cock, and close to me, and told me to make Jeff come
with my mouth; she said she'd watch how I was doing, masturbating me while I
worked on him as an encouragement and reward.

I was repulsed at first at the thought of taking Jeff's dick into my mouth;
even though I had participated in an astounding (to me) variety of sexual
acts with them, all of us making each other come in so many ways, still this
felt totally taboo; the idea of me allowing another boy's erection in my
mouth, with the inevitability of its coming on my tongue; the idea of being
seen with my lips wrapped around a dick, working to make it come in my
mouth, was too humiliating.

But then, when she reached around in front of me and grasped the shaft of my
rod, it felt so good to feel her little hand on my member that forgetting
myself somewhat, I leaned forward and tenatively put my lips around the rim
of his cock-head and, by sucking, pulled his erection into my mouth. Jen
began rubbing my dick in approval, slowly pulling the skin of the shaft up
over the swollen rim and back down again, in a steady rhythm. She was
kneeling by Jeff's knee, facing me, working on me with her right hand,
watching me doing Jeff from below. It felt strange at first, feeling the
firm, rubbery texture of his erection in my mouth, but in reality it wasn't
so bad, and in fact, as I felt Jen starting to work on my own dick, I found
myself transferring the feelings of stimulation I felt in my erection to
Jeff, imagining what my mouth must be feeling like on his shaft, as I
started moving my mouth up and down on his cock.

But then, the shock of the realisation of what I was allowing myself to do,
kneeling there with an erect cock in my mouth, working on it to make it
come, was producing a state of emotional overload-  my humiliation at this
overtly homosexual act I was being directed to do was struggling with the
familiar sequence of lust and the anticipated huge orgasm that her hand
jacking off my erection was moving me toward; but over the past weeks I had
transcended so many personal taboos in the service of primal sexual
gratification, that I struggled only briefly with my confusion, before
completely acquiescing in, and even nastily enjoying, the feeling of his
dick slipping in and out of my lips as my head slowly bobbed up and down
over him as Jen directed me to do, while she jacked me off.

I slipped my lips up and down over his member in a slow, steady rhythm,
pausing every now and then to explore his shaft and head with my tongue; I
especially liked the way the rim of his cock-head felt to my tongue-tip. I
was surprised how much bigger his dick seemed to my mouth than I was used to
feeling with my hands; it filled my mouth, and I had difficulty imagining
what my enormous cock-head must have felt like to Claire, when she had
attempted to blow me a few weeks ago. Jen was familiarizing herself
thoroughly with every portion of my large genitals, subtly encouraging me
with especially tantalizing strokes when she approved of a technique I used
on Jeff's hard-on. 

I was dripping now, and Jenn's hand sliding steadily up and down my erection
was beginning to make slight wet squishy sounds as she rubbed the juice
along my dick with the motion of her hand; I could taste and feel that Jeff
was also creaming, and could see his fluid dripping down his shaft, combined
with my saliva; I was salivating heavily, and I could see that his pubic
hair and balls were becoming soaked from the thick gobs of our combined
fluids that were oozing out from around my lips.

My blowjob technique was being subliminally controlled by Jen, as she would
reward me for using a move on Jeff's erection that she approved of by doing
my big dick more intensly with her hands. I was now bobbing my head up and
down over his dick-head, releasing its rim from my mouth with a loud sucking
"pop" each time I pulled back, and taking it back into my mouth on the
downstroke, sucking it in my mouth to just below his rim, before pulling
back again, while I gently pulled on his balls with my hand;  while she had
escalated to masturbating the base of my shaft with one hand, pressing
firmly into the thick column that ran along the back of my shaft as she
jerked it up and down, while jacking my rim and head with her other hand,
now slick with my steadily oozing cream.

I was on fire: my entire groin was burning, up my belly and down my thighs,
under the pressure of the slowly building orgasm her expert masturbation was
moving me towards; my cock was rock-hard and throbbing; I was panting,
dizzy; and as I felt the fluids pooling in my balls, I felt Jeff's sack
tightening and his cock-head swell, followed by my first experience of a
dick spurting its come forcefully into my mouth. Jen said, " Keep sucking
him, swallow it all!".

The first jet of come hit the back of my throat, making me gag slightly, but
as I started swallowing repeatedly, sucking hard, the subsequent spurts were
no problem, and he released at least five very strong squirts, followed by
many more gradually diminishing throbs, each putting less and less fluid in
my mouth, all of which I was steadily swallowing, as if I was drinking from
a very large straw; and as the pulsing of his dick in my mouth was
subsiding, with an explosion of light inside my head my own erection shot
off in Jen's hands, bouncing forcefully up and down with each throb of
orgasm, sending a fountain of come spurting out onto the dish she had put on
the floor to catch my production.

Jen said, "Ooooh, very well done!", with a cute lustful smile and an intense
twinkle in her eyes, as she milked the last few drops of come from my
still-swollen, but sagging, cock. Looking at the dish now half-full of warm
come, she added, "Wow! We should tell Ripley's believe it or not about you!"
I felt the wonderful warm, drained feeling I had gotten so used to at the
hands of my friends, but as I watched Jeff's cock shrinking, his dick and
balls and even the chair between his thighs soaked from the very wet blowjob
I had just been coaxed into giving him, I again felt a wave of confusion;
revulsion mixed in my confused emotions with lust and satisfaction, my
attraction to Jen conflicted with this extremely homosexual act she had
seduced me into; all my old uncertainties surged up into my mind- It all
seemed somehow so much clearer when my dick was swollen rock-hard, being
done!

We wiped ourselves off, and after we put ourselves together, they left, with
the understanding that we would have a session that night over at Jeff &
Claire's house; and Jen announced that maybe she would be on the receiving
end of my training. As I heard that, my internal conflict was replaced by
wholehearted enthusiasm, my exhausted cock swelling slightly in anticipation
of whatever she had in mind for the evening.

2.

After I arrived at the house next door that evening, Claire led me into the
living room, where Jen and Jeff were sitting, and Jen explained the
evening's program to me. "You did such a good job on Jeff this morning, that
I'm afraid you'll get to addicted to having a dick in your mouth if I have
you do him again tonight; so tonight I'm going to start teaching you how to
make a girl come with your mouth." As she was saying this she stood up, and
nonchalantly slipped down her panties from under her short dress, carefully
stepping out of them and laying them aside. She took a towel they had ready,
and spread it on the couch where she had been sitting, letting it hang well
over the edge of the seat; then, holding up her dress, (displaying her very
cute, puffy pussy, crowned with its soft golden-brown curls, her swelling
clit sticking out from between her pouting cunt-lips), she sat down on the
towel, and lay back on the sofa, her legs slightly spread.

Claire meanwhile came over to me and unfastened my belt, pulled down my
zipper, and slid down my pants together with my underwear in one motion. My
swelling erection grazed her cheek as it sprang out, suddenly released from
its confinement, as she leaned forward to guide my pants down; as I stepped
out of them, she took hold of my shaft in the middle, and rubbed its head
against her cheek again where it had slapped her, nuzzling it, then giving
its pouting hole a little kiss. Jen was idly rubbing her finger softly up
and down her cunt-lips as she watched us, her eyes half closed in a reverie
of building lust. Jeff, sitting in an easy chair at right angles to the
sofa, had taken his own dick out as mine was being released, and was slowly
stroking it as he too looked on.

Claire led me by the dick over to the sofa towards Jen, urging me to kneel
on the carpet between her legs on a cushion they had put there; I noticed a
double thickness of towel had been spread out in front of the cushion where
my erection would be hanging. As I knelt down, Jen spread her legs wide and
her pussy lips seperated, revealing the folds of her inner lips, already
shiny with moisture, her proud clit projecting prominently from their upper
end. She continued to slowly tickle it very lightly, almost offhandedly, as
I arranged myself. Claire was having me kneel with my knees apart, and as
she reached around and started to fondle my ball-sack from behind, her arm
nestled nicely along my ass , I spread them even further to grant her easier
access as I saw what she had in mind.

Jen now said, "Now start by kissing and gently licking all around between my
legs, including my pussy-lips, but mostly stay away from my pussy for now."
Obeying her instructions, I licked her right inner thigh from the knee to
her pussy in a series of short licks, then moved around the top of her cunt,
nuzzling her pussy hair, and back down her other inner thigh. I kept this
general pattern up with some variations, occassionally kissing her belly,
licking past the bottom end of her cunt, or sucking one or the other of her
pussy lips deep within my mouth as I passed them, which elicited a moan from
Jen the first time I did it.

Claire was meanwhile steadily massaging my balls while I worked on Jen,
gently cupping, rubbing, feeling and pulling them; so that between my
excitement at having such intimate access to Jen's pussy and Claire's
rubbing, a thick thread of cream was hanging from my cock-head down to the
waiting towel.

Jen now directed me with a thick voice to start including her pussy in my
actions; so as I reached her lips on my next pass I drew my tongue slowly up
the middle of her slit, letting it get caught in her swollen clit, then
gliding up over it, then very slowly back down, sticking it as far as I
could into her now very wet hole. She quivered involuntarily as I hit her
clit, and let out a full-bodied moan as I entered her with my tongue. She
now had her legs spread apart as wide as she could get them, her feet
straightened and her toes pointed, her entire pussy pushed up towards my
face.

I was incredibly turned on at having such direct, open access to Jen's cunt,
this girl I was so attracted to, and with whom I had already shared such
intense, raw sex over the past few days. Her pussy smelled deliscious, and
her ample juices tasted fresh and exotic, sweet with a rich complexity, as I
imagined a fine wine would. I reflected how lucky I was to have met this
girl who had let me fuck her, and have my first orgasm inside a girl, who
loved to make me come, whose kinky lust seemed to have no limits, being
turned on by making me blow another boy's dick, and swallow his cream, who
had taken charge of me sexually, and seemed to be leading me into yet more
intimate and taboo explorations of intense, primal sex. Between the intense
satisfaction of being allowed to blow her, and the exposure of being watched
doing it while my balls were being expertly massaged, my swollen, dripping
erection on display to our little sex-club, I was in a trance of ecstacy.

After wiggling my tongue inside her, I again began a slow lick up the
center, this time sucking her large clit inside my mouth when I reached it,
licking it with quick, soft licks as I sucked on it, then up and over it and
again, releasing it from my mouth with a slight pop, and back down, sucking
her thick lips into my mouth as I moved down.

Jen was breathing hard now, and she directed me to slip three fingers inside
her cunt while I licked her. Complying,  I squoze three fingers of my right
hand together into a makeshift dick, and tried slipping them into her. Her
hole was dripping wet with the combination of her juices and my drool, so my
fingers slid in smoothly up to the knuckles; I began slowly pumping them in
and out of her, producing a delicious slurping sound. As her pussy opened,
stretching with the slow workout I was giving her, I began to feel the lump
of her cervix under my fingertips when I was fully inside her; I started
tickling and massaging it, keeping my hand deep within her, twisting and
thrusting it very slightly as I worked on her womb.

Claire's forearm as she deeply rubbed and pulled my balls from behind as I
knelt was embedded in my ass-crack, and she made a point of sliding her arm
up and down against my butt as she worked, so my whole crotch was being
deeply stimulated, except for my erection; she was staying away from it so I
would last, and as a torture. Her rubbing my balls was making my hardon
bounce as it hung projecting beneath my chest as I leaned over Jen, the
ribbon of cream hanging from its tip stretching up and down like a bunjee
jumper's cord with each bounce; and even though she didn't touch my shaft,
the bouncing felt in my extremely stretched-out erect condition like a
subtle jacking off.

I continued licking up and down her slit as I hand-fucked her. Each time I
hit her clit she made a little sigh; she was humping her hips up and down
slowly, rising to meet my tongue as it moved down her slit, then backing off
to assist my access to her clit. She was panting now, her head thrown back
and her eyes closed, beads of perspiration starting to build on her neck and
belly, a flush spreading over her exposed skin. I could see by the pulse in
her inner thigh that her heart was racing.

Then, as I hit her clit, she sighed desperately, and I felt her clit start
to pulse rythmically, and simultaneously I felt her cunt gripping on my
fingers, over and over, hard. As this began she called urgently, "now suck
my clit hard!", and I did, as she continued coming. Her entire pussy was
pulsing spasmodically, her legs were quivering, and she was covered in a
sheen of sweat; with each contraction, juices that had been building up in
her cunt were forced out around my fingers, flowing down over her ass-cheeks
to the ready towel in a wide, wet swath.

I was almost coming myself in sympathy, and I had to concentrate to hold
myself back; but, a few throbs that I was unable to stifle added to the
cream now oozing in a steady stream from my cock-head. Feeling my throbbing,
Claire started deeply massaging the area of my prostate beneath my balls
above my ass, thinking I was coming, making it even harder to hold back.
Then as she sensed that I was in control, she backed off to just holding the
base of my shaft, to allow me some time to recover. My dick was swollen
painfully, rock-hard, the thick veins twisting up it bulging out a rich blue
over the angry red of the engorged shaft and head; my balls ached for
release of the dammed flood that was building in my crotch.

Jeff and Claire watched intently as Jen came- Claire  encouraging me to suck
Jen hard while she was coming, and then to back off to very gentle
stimulation to let her recover before the next orgasm, and Jeff oogling the
actions of the two of us huddled by the sofa over Jen's coming,
spread-eagled form; he was himself creaming steadily as he slowly stroked
his own rod, immersed in masturbation, his open pants pulled down just
enough to clear his swollen genitals.

Jen kept coming, and as the pulses of her cunt gripping my fingers gradually
died down to only the occasional throb, she distantly told me to keep doing
her inside, but to go slowly on the outside, staying away from her clit for
a while, then adding, "I'm going to keep you at this for a while- You're a
natural!". Noticing how wet, slick, and streched out her cunt was getting, I
tenatively added my little finger to the three that I had been doing her
with, and, receiving a sigh of approval, started  pumping my whole hand
slowly and carefully in and out of her vagina, pausing each time I had my
entire hand inside her, gently expanding my knuckles to further stretch her
pussy walls. I was nuzzling and softly kissing her pussy lips and the matted
golden-brown curls on her mound as I smoothly hand-fucked her.

Very quickly she began sighing again, and I again allowed myself to lick and
suck her clit and inner lips. I could feel her cunt opening, expanding to a
cave-like cavity, allowing my hand to move easily around inside it. She told
me to rub the roughish swelling inside the top of her pussy, which she
called her "g-spot", and massage it hard and fast with my fingers. I
withdrew my whole hand and turned my fingers so their tips could be working
in and out along the top of her hole, and, finding the roughish swelling she
described, began rubbing it fast with the pads of my fingers, as if I was
trying to light a fire with friction.

I was in heaven; Jen's back was arching and her head was thrown back as she
approached another cresting orgasm; and my excitement at doing her so
intimately, with Claire's steady work on the base of my shaft and my balls,
was moving me into a low level of constant coming- my erection was pulsing
irregularly, swollen as hard as I had ever seen it, with an irregular flow
of pre-come mixed with semen dripping from its head, slightly spurting when
a larger spasm would pulse through it, as it bounced in proportion with the
throbs gripping it. Claire expertly controled my arousal, keeping me just on
the edge of coming with her subtle hand job. I was swooning, in complete
bliss, giving and getting total sexual stimulation.

Just then, once again Jen's pussy began spastically gripping at my fingers
as she came again, this time a shorter, fluttery orgasm, but she told me
through clenched teeth to keep doing her like I was, and only about five
seconds after her orgasm trailed off another come gripped her body- again
she whispered urgently, "Don't stop!", and thus her amazing cunt began an
almost continuous orgasm, pulsing in waves, a series of strong contractions
that would trail off, then swell again, sometimes weakly in long, languid
pulses, then in strong, violent spasms that shook her entire body. It was
sometimes difficult to move my hand during the strong orgasmic contractions,
but I continued to forcefully finger her with my whole hand, pushing it in
to grip her throbbing cervix in my fingertips, then back out, rubbing her
g-spot as she continued coming. Her skin was shiny with sweat, her back
arched and her legs shivering in orgasm, her arms thrown out, her eyes
closed, and her head thrown back and rolling to one side then the other as
she kept coming. 

A few minutes of the intense raw sex of her cunt coming continuously in my
mouth was all I could take; I felt a tingling growing in my whole body, and
I felt my legs become rigid; then as a flash of light went off in my head
and the burning concentrated intensely in my groin, the random pulses of my
erection crossed the line into violent throbs, my entire prick swelling to
its complete maximum with each throb, spurting out a thick jets of come over
the already wet towel. Claire immediately adjusted her handjob to maximize
my orgasm, reaching her other hand around my front to jack off the length of
my spurting shaft with one hand, while pressing hard on my prostate area
from behind with the other.

Even though I had been creaming so hard before, I was coming an enormous
amount of sperm even for me. It felt so incredibly good, shooting spurt
after spurt of thick come from my engorged cock as Claire jacked me off; I
must have come for almost a minute, my huge erection bouncing with each
pulsing, long-lasting contraction- so much come was being squirted through
it that it almost felt like I was peeing. The towel between my legs was
soaked with come.

As my orgasm gradually began to subside, Claire shifted from her strong
stroking on my shaft to a gentle pulling massage, milking the remainder of
the dwindling flow of semen out of my slowly relaxing shaft. Jen was still
coming every minute or so; I had been steadily sucking hard on her clit and
fingering her g-spot while I came, and the steady intense stimulation of her
pussy seemed to be doing the job well. Glancing up while I continued to suck
her off, I noticed a pool of come on Jeff's belly above his drooping
hard-on, a glazed look in his half-closed eyes as he continued to watch our
vignette.

Gradually there was a little longer between when one of Jen's orgasms would
subside and she would start to come again, and they were becoming less
violent- the strength with which her pussy-walls would squeeze my hand as
she was coming was lessening; but randomly there would be a strong
contraction spastically seizing her, the stronger ones invariably evoking a
gasp from her fevered lips.

Then finally there were only random throbs in her pussy, as I intuitively
softened my sucking, and let my hand fill her cunt without moving. She let
out a very deep sigh, then said, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... That was deliscious..."
Claire leaned up and kissed Jen on the cheek, telling her softly, "I came
just watching you come so much; and jacking off that big dick while you were
coming was the crowning nastieness!"

I slowly withdrew my hand from inside Jen's pussy. She sat forward and
looked down towards the floor between my legs, and said sleepily, "I see you
soaked that towel! You deserved it; you're a natural- I've never been eaten
better, by a boy. In fact, tomorrow night I'm going to let you come in my
mouth as a reward- after all, turnabout is fair play, and I want to
experience one of your soakings up close and personal!"

Drained as I was, I felt my groin swelling at her words- my big dick
squirting in Jen's cute face! I couldn't wait 'til tomorrow's session...

3.

That night in bed, I felt a deep contentment, that balanced and compensated
for all the confusion I had felt trapped in over the last few months. On the
one hand, I had been blessed by sexual excitement and fulfillment beyond my
wildest dreams- two months ago, I couldn't even have conceived of the
existence of all the sexual pleasures and sensations that I now experienced
daily at the hands of my new friends; on the other hand, my self-identity
and personal confidence had been stripped away and severely challenged by
those very same "perverse" behaviors that in themselves brought me that
incredible satisfaction. I had been subjected to indignity after indignity
for sex, and the most tormenting part of it had been that I allowed, even
lusted for, those very indignities, for the incredible sexual pleasures and
sensations they brought.

But now, my feelings toward Jen had changed everything; I realized that I
loved her! The inclusion of her presence in all of this somehow made it all
ok now, solved my dilema, made the perversion of my own lust alright and
acceptable, if it was with, and for, her. The fact that she wanted me to do
all these erotic things was alone sufficient justification for them, out of
my desire to please her.

So I awoke the next morning with a raging hardon; feeling almost giddy with
happieness, at ease, and looking forward to whatever sexual escapades the day
might bring with intense and guiltless anticipation. I recalled with
excitement Jen's saying last night that she wanted me to come in her mouth
today; I imagined all sorts of different scenarios of this, all ending with
my big dick squirting its usual very large load into her lips; a profound
satisfaction welled up in me at this image, and an enormous turn-on.

I went through the morning with my dick semi-erect, the bulge in my pants
difficult to conceal; and when it came time to go down to the basement to
meet Jen (and Jeff?) for our morning session, it was fully swollen and
straining at my pant leg before I even reached the bottom of the basement
stairs. When I saw them a few moments later coming down from the outer
basement door I smiled warmly at Jen as I greeted them, and she returned my
smile, glancing down appreciatively at the huge bulge down the front of my
pants. "I can see you're all ready for us", she observed, smiling with a
sexy twinkle in her eyes, as we headed toward my basement room, which had
become our sex room over the last months. For the first time ever I felt no
mixed feelings as I entered this room with my friends, with the expectation
of what was to come; this time I felt only excitement and the urgency of
arousal in my groin; my emotions were no longer struggling with each other.
I could feel Jen following me into the room, and that made everything ok.

I turned and locked the door, and then Jen indicated that I should take off
my pants. I slid them down and stepped out of them. My erection was
extending out of the right leg-hole of my briefs, being held downwards by
the elastic, reaching halfway down my leg. I had to hold it down with one
hand to pull down my underwear, while they watched appreciatively, and as I
bent forward to step free of them my hardon sprang up, slapping along my
belly. Jeff slid his pants down also, and started slowly stroking his own
erection as he watched me.

Jen told me to sit in the chair, and as I stepped toward it they commented
on the way my erection bobbed as I moved, and how amazing I looked walking
with this huge projection sticking so far out from my front. I lay back in
the chair with my legs extended, so that my body was almost straight, my
stiff cock pointing vertically up toward the ceiling from my sloping body.
Jen pulled up a stool and sat at my side facing me, and as Jeff drew up a
stool to my other side, she started grasping my shaft with her hand very
gently, feeling it up and down its length. Her little hand couldn't reach
all the way around it; then, pushing down on on my pubic hair, stretching
away the soft flesh to see the full extension of my shaft, she said, almost
to herself, "Wow, it's so thick and long...".

It felt so hot to have her fondling my hardon; and when she was pushing on
my mound it stretched the skin along the shaft, pulling on the head,
swelling it to its maximum fullness and stretching its skin to a shiny,
angry red. I had always loved having my erection touched, but the knowledge
that it was her that was doing it made it ten times more exciting.

Still with her hand at the base of my hardon, she gently pushed it downwards
toward my knees and let it back up again, several times, studying it.
"You're so big!", she said thoughtfully, "I bet you could blow yourself
easily!" She asked me if I had ever tried that, and I told her that it had
never occurred to me: I didn't have very much involvement with sex before
I'd met Jeff and Claire, and since then they had kept me so busy and
sexually satisfied that I guess I didn't feel the need to explore.

As Jeff watched eagerly, his own hardon projecting from his open pants, she
held my shaft while I sat up and leaned forward, tenatively trying to see if
it would reach my mouth. I looked at how large the swollen head seemed as I
got closer to it; there was a thick bead of cream building over its hole,
and it was a deep shiny red. I found that I could easily reach it, and as
she aimed it, squeezing it around the base to swell it more, I kissed the
tip of it, tasting my own juice. Jen urged me to try and take more, so I
could see first hand what she would be up against tonight. I then tried to
take its head in my mouth; I could easily reach it, but it was like trying
to swallow a plum whole! I licked and sucked on the tip, getting about half
the head in my mouth, which felt incredible; I felt my hardon stretch even
tighter as it swelled in my mouth.

"Wow! Unreal, he can blow himself! God, if I was him, I bet I'd never leave
my bedroom!" Jen enthused, as she watched me licking and sucking on my
cockhead. "Let's see you come in your own mouth! That would be something...
then you'll really appreciate how hard you come from our end!"

I sucked sloppily on my cock, savoring the novel sensation, licking my
tongue in and out of my mouth, rubbing it over the top of  my cockhead. It
felt wonderful; and the knowledge that Jen and Jeff were watching me added
immensely to the nastyness of the situation. I could feel the slippery
taste of the cream coating my tongue as my erection oozed ; I was surprised
to notice it tasted very good, a lot like Jen's pussy had.

Jen was jacking my shaft off as I sucked its head, and with her other hand
she started tickling my ballsack. It felt so hot, I knew I wouldn't last
long. My mouth was filling with my cream; it felt like I was drinking a
slimy milkshake through a straw.

"That's so hot, seeing his huge dick in his own mouth! I can't believe it!"
Jeff  said throatily, then suddenly he started to ejaculate, spurt after
spurt of semen arcing from his erection to the floor as he slowly jacked it
off, trying to prolong the orgasm.

I could feel my own orgasm building. Between Jen's expert jacking and
ball-job and my own enthusiastic sucking, I didn't stand a chance of holding
out. I felt theall-too familiar tingling building in my legs, then with a
shudder I started to come.

My hardon jumped, and I felt the first jet of hot semen, filling my mouth
with pungent fluid; I furiously tried to swallow it as another and another
followed. Although I drank as fast as I could, as I kept coming half the
semen was squeezed out around my cockhead through my sucking lips to drip
down my chin. I felt myself choking, and exploded in a coughing fit; my
coughing spat gobs of semen back on my cock, as my erection kept spurting
jet after jet of come on my face.

I caught my breath, as my orgasm was wearing down; Jen kept jacking me off
as the surging stream of come gradually diminished its flow down the front
of my shaft and over her hand, to the pool that was building on my belly.
She milked the last few rivulets out of my softening erection, and turned
her attention to my come-covered face, saying with a twinkle in her
eye,"That was something, eh? Now you know what I'm going to get tonight,
being on the recieving end of that huge firehose!" I grinned and felt myself
blushing, as I realized the spectacle I must be presenting, sitting there
dripping with my own come, after allowing them to watch me suck myself off.

My embarrassment quickly turned to lust as Jen's last words penetrated my
awareness, and in spite of the large orgasm I had just had I felt my
genitals swelling at the thought of what the evening might bring...

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