That Spring

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PART 2
INTRODUCTION

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

1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

3.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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