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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: That Spring  by Pete Largo (mm, mf, mff, size, mast, oral)
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 That Spring  by Pete Largo
-A Psychological Study-
(mm, mf, mff, size, mast, oral)

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

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 excrutiating 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. 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 a very large penis, and
even when I had been in middle puberty, it reached well above my navel when
I had a hard-on. Evidently he was noticing the largish bulge my genitals
made 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, since 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 stricken mute 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 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. 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 as we continued stimulating each
other, was 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. 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
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 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 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. I felt joyfully powerless as I mumbled acceptance of his
suggestion; he 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 to be 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, 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. 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 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 my genitals had not only been seen, but actually
touched by a girl. Claire! I couldn't get her out of my mind. I pictured her
over and over again doing what she had done, doing her best to make me come.
It was inconceivable to me; I couldn't believe it had actually happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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 IOEm going to
make you come , explaining that the girls were no doubt going to have me
coming every night, and he wanted to enjoy as many of my orgasms as they
were going to get to. I think he was a little jealous to be sharing me, and
simultaneously excited at the prospect of watching them in action with me.
He worked on me steadily, hypnotically,  his jacking producing the familiar
wet sounds that had by then seemed to be filling my days, as a bead of juice
began to build on the tip of my swollen head over the hole. All the time he
was doing me, he fantasized about the girls  upcoming explorations; he
claimed to have no problem with it, and assured me he understood my
enthusiasm to have them do me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had. When she felt the first
jet shooting into her pussy, hitting her cervix forcefully, its volume
completely filling her cunt with warm fluid on the first squirt, Jen yelled
 Oh! , and started to come herself, hard; the heavy pulsing of my shaft as
the sperm rushed through it fought with the strong contractions of her
vagina. I had instinctively stopped thrusting, and held my hardon deep
within her as we came, primitive instincts to impregnate controlling my
actions. She was filled with sperm on the first shot, and the excess was
squoze out of her pussy around my shaft under the pressure of each
subsequent jet, running down her cheeks onto the waiting towel. Her head was
thrown back, and she was making little whimpering sounds as we came; I
wasn t aware of my own behavior, completely possessed by the throes of
intense orgasm. Claire was unconsciously making little growling noises as
she feverishly jacked our pulsing genitals as we came, sharing in the
intense primal sexuality of the moment.

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

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