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 squirting 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 “toothpaste 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 hand jobs 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 squeeze it back out again, drooling a slight stream of saliva onto my head when she squeezed 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.
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 build up, 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 backyard, 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 hard on, 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 hard on 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 squeezed 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 build up, 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 semicircle 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 in my grade but older, I think they stayed back a year 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 embarrassing! 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-sensitive 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 cock head, 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 pulsating 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…
The next day I couldn’t stop replaying the events of the previous night over and over again in my mind. I reenacted their fondling my full erection, watching the fluids pouring from my dick, jacking me off, and getting so excited themselves as to share in the debauchery with each other. And Jen! I had discovered that that was the girl’s name who was talking to me at the end, who had helped to finish me off. I was consumed in fantasies about her, and anticipation-
As we had been cleaning up, Claire had joined Jen in talking with me, and had heard her interest in experimenting more fully with me and my impressive equipment; Jen was turned on by the ongoing masturbation sessions that we had developed, excited at the thought of my huge cock being made to come so often. Claire had then invited Jen to join our little club centered around my endowment, suggesting that they take over my evening sessions if I wouldn’t mind. Drained as I was, I nearly got hard again at the thought.
I had become a complete glutton for sex, and had completely surrendered to this idyllic situation centered around it. I now lived to be hard and creaming, and in fact I was so often that the rest of my life was becoming a dream; I had been getting so much sex that it had become commonplace to me that nothing else was of much importance. So as Jeff came over that morning and went with me down to my basement room, I watched eagerly as he pulled my pants down, my erection springing up to point at his face.
Jeff had me lie back on the floor and knelt beside me, staring at my rigid cock, and reached a hand out to begin sliding the skin on my shaft slowly up and down, while holding my balls down with his other hand to stretch the skin more, and make it pull on the head. This produced a wonderful burning sensation around the rim. As he jacked me off he said, “Today I’m going to make you come”, explaining that the girls were no doubt going to have me coming every night, and he wanted to enjoy as many of my orgasms as they were going to get to. I think he was a little jealous to be sharing me, and simultaneously excited at the prospect of watching them in action with me. He worked on me steadily, hypnotically, his jacking producing the familiar wet sounds that had by then seemed to be filling my days, as a bead of juice began to build on the tip of my swollen head over the hole. All the time he was doing me, he fantasized about the girls’ upcoming explorations; he claimed to have no problem with it, and assured me he understood my enthusiasm to have them do me.
I was creaming steadily now, and he smeared it all around the upper portion of the shaft and head to produce a slick lubricant; he had shifted his hands, one hand around the base of the shaft, pulling my balls up as he would slide the skin up slowly, and pulling down firmly on the down-stroke 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. Eyeing 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 cock head 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 cock head, 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 hard on was raging with tension, it’s 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 hard on 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 hard on 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 out-stroke 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 exhale. 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 hard on 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 squeezed 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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