I woke up feeling some SERIOUS morning wood. I was so hard, I felt the stiffness all the way down between my legs, in the root of my cock.
I opened one eye and saw Bev, my girlfriend of three months, blowing air on my naked erection. It pulsed and wobbled when she did that. And when she started blowing again, I got to use her favorite joke:
"SUCK, dammit! Blow is just an expression!"
She laughed her wonderful laugh, and I reached out for her. She was topless, and came into my arms, still laughing. We rolled around a bit, and my erection wasn't going to subside under THOSE circumstances!
She actually DID give me a bit of cocksucking, and I gave her a quickie orgasm with my fingers. She has climaxes effortlessly. Bev actually cums SO easily that when we are making love my job is to NOT let her cum too soon. She builds up to a really good one if you can hold 'em back for a while.
Fact: Her cocksucking is Olympic quality cocksucking. I don't mean the athletic contest, I mean the Greek gods' home. I've never met a girl who was so orally inclined as Bev. She loves driving you crazy with her mouth. When she went back down on me, I just settled in and hung on for the ride. When she puts my cock into her face, she makes me as hard as she wants to -- hard as wood, hard as concrete, hard as unobtanium -- I'm at her mercy. Same with how fast I cum -- it's entirely up to her. She plays me like a violin (insert your own skin flute joke here.) She can give me 30 solid minutes of ecstasy but keep me on the fiery edge of a cum. She can drive me right over the cliff in two minutes flat. I have learned that the best thing to do is throw myself on her mercy, and go where her whims take me.
This blowjob was something else again. Slow, but intense! She suuuuucked me. In a few minutes, I was ready to blow, to stream sperm into her mouth. But she held it back, and back, and created a traffic jam in my semen-pipes. She built and built it, for longer than I could believe. About the time I'd forgotten that I had ever NOT been ragingly hard, she brought me to a climax. It wasn't quite like any cum I've had before -- a thick, sluggish load but I felt frantic to get it out. I pushed and swore and tried to pump cum. It seemed nearly solid, that semen. I came as hard as I could but it took all my effort to get that load to spew. She never sped up, but brought me to heights of sensitivity anyhow. The woman is an artist. It was just one orgasm, but my balls felt like they'd worked a crazy amount, like they'd put out five cums.
Then, breakfast. After, she said "Look, there's something I want to talk over with you. Don't worry, there's nothing wrong. But this is . . . well, odd."
Okayyyy.
"And I want you to know that if you say 'no' to anything I suggest, then 'no' it is! This is entirely up to you."
Okay then.
"You asked me the other day why I haven't MET the girlfriends I keep talking about. You know we were REALLY tight in Jr. High and High School, and have been ever since. Um, the reason is . . ." I noticed she was fairly red in the face. "We have a thing we do where we . . . test . . . each others' boyfriends."
Uh-huh.
"Sexually."
I got very still.
"If you don't want to do any of this, then you don't have to. Rebecca is with a guy who's not into it, so she is just not doing it these days. But." The next words came out in a rush: "We really care about each other, and we want to make sure that any guy who dates one of us is, well, good enough to be with our friend. So . . . how would you feel about meeting, and . . . having sex with . . . my friends?"
I stayed very still. "All at once?"
She laughed, still nervous. "No. No. One at a time. Usually. Each one would try you out in their own way."
"So, this is a . . . service you'd do for them, too?"
"Well, uh, yeah. And that's why you have veto power. I'm not gonna give a sex test to anyone if you don't approve."
That IS a good thing. "So . . . what would this look like?"
"Well, I thought we'd start you with Donna, next week -- she's the ex-model. A month later, you'd spend an afternoon with Dafna. And then there'd be one more test, the month after that, with Ava. You'll LIKE it, I'm really sure of that!"
"You said, 'good enough for our friend', baby. I'm not the tallest, richest, handsomest man in this town . . ."
"Oh, it's not like that! We all understand that what a man is what he is. We're looking for how you use what you've got. How you handle a situation. What's in your heart, and what comes through in your actions."
"So, a foot-long cock isn't necessary?"
She smiled indulgently. "You HAVE got a foot of cock -- more, actually -- it's just that one-third of it is inside your body. Look - I'm just asking you to get to know my friends, intimately, so they can get to see the real you. Take some time, think it over."
I didn't need much time, but I made a show of thinking it over for three days. If Bev thought this was a good idea, if she WANTED me to get naked with her friends, who was I to question?
———x———
On the couch, Donna put my hands on her breasts. Bev, who I really loved, watched from the chair. I sweated. Donna was willowy, and more beautiful than any woman I'd been this close to. She'd modeled professionally, and you could see that at a glance.
"Bev told you not to cum this week, right?"
"I told him," said the woman I adore. "It wasn't easy for him, but he did it!"
I was 30. I would never have made it if I was 20. But yes, I'd gone a full seven days without cumming. Between that and the golden-haired beauty who was rubbing her breasts against my hands, I was stiff as a baseball bat.
"The group wanted me to check you out . . . so first things first, eat me."
Ah, a challenge. She spread her legs, so I could see the translucent panties she had on. I glanced at Bev, and she nodded ever so slightly. So I stripped off my shirt and dove in.
I hadn't known WHAT was coming -- I only knew my girlfriend wanted me to meet and have some sort of sex with her closest friends. So I used a pointed tongue, started slow, and took a dive. Little by little, I found what worked for Donna. And gradually I worked up to MY favorite part of eating a woman -- having my face mashed tight against her.
Donna was slim and slender, but had the "fattest" pussy I had ever been face-to-face with. Should I say puffy? Never mind, because she was starting to grind her hips this way and that. She even grabbed my ears to pull me in. Her musk was gentle and very womanly. My Bev has the most delicate pussy fragrance I've ever come across -- Donna, here, had a pleasing musky quality. I had my hands gripping her above her hipbones, and as she got more and more into it, I was starting to feel her sweat.
So I took a chance -- I put my hand between her asscheeks. Just a karate-chop hand, no fingering . . . but she really liked it. Her moaning became an open-mouthed affair. And my hard-on was pressing painfully against my pants.
Her clit was tiny -- but when I found it, we ALL knew it! Clearly, it was electric for her. My cock's semen-pipe had that lava-inside-it feeling -- I was seeping pre-cum steadily by this point.
Ten or so minutes in, and Donna got a LOT louder. I did NOT speed up or go harder -- that's what MEN want, apparently, but a woman wants a steady touch. Or so I gather. Her long, smooth thighs started to press against my ears, then jerk up, then stiffen . . . and I felt something I'd never felt before -- her stomach muscles VIBRATED as she slammed into a solid orgasm. She clenched EVERYTHING, held her breath, and SHOOK. Oh, yeah! And then she panted, flopping back down onto the couch.
I looked up, trying not to grin, and saw how some hair was plastered to her face. My Bev? She looked . . . proud.
"How about a beer?" Donna asked, but when she tried to stand up, her legs wouldn't support her. She sank to the floor, laughing her ass off. We all laughed, loud and long.
Ten minutes later, when we had rehydrated, Donna said "All right, one more event. I think you'll like this. Bev, get those pants off him!"
She lay on her side, with her thighs at a right angle to her body -- as if she were sitting in a chair. This made her breasts look a lot larger. And I went from semi-stiff to fully charged -- remember I hadn't had any release in a week. Bev had a little trouble getting those pants off over my aching cock, but it was worth it to see Donna's face. She didn't change expression, but her pupils quite definitely expanded when she saw my pole bounce free. It IS kind of a lot of dick, if I say so myself.
Donna talked me through it -- "You're gonna put that meatpole between my thighs. Bev, the lotion? Rod, you're gonna put your left arm behind me, and your right hand between my boobs. And you're going to thigh-fuck me until you shoot. BUT: No shooting in my thighs. Stand up, and point your cock straight, when your climax comes. We're gonna see something."
I'd never thigh-fucked a woman before, but it was a lot like missionary. We were face-to-face, I could grab her ass if I liked, and because I had my waistline against her thighs, my weight was sort of on my cum organs. Her left hand held my stiffy in position so I could thrust.
WOW. It was sweet. It was hot! And having my right hand between her breasts was really tightening the springs inside me. My Bev had big, lovely breasts, and Donna's were more modest (as you'd expect in a model) but they sure did the trick for me! Well, after seven days of abstaining, then the anticipation, then the pussy-eating, a LOT of things would have done the trick for me. And Donna WAS totally hot.
Soon, very soon, I felt the sperm trying to push its way up. I had never been naked with a model before, and I wanted this to last. But when I'd stop, Donna said "oh, no -- no pauses! If you want to fight your cum, you do it the old fashioned way. Keep thrusting!"
I always oblige a naked babe. With her arm, she pressed her breast down into my hand, and kept shoving back against me. I couldn't believe how hard my schlong felt. I thrust more and more and harder and harder, but somehow that didn't prevent the cum from welling up in me. Bev said "He's close!" Well, yeah -- firm muscular thighs clamped around my cock, plus the smell of hand lotion, I'm only human!
Bev knew the signs when I was an inch from cumming. She said "GET UP!" and Donna pushed me. I leapt to my feet, and Donna started jerking me firmly. She hardly needed to bother -- that cum was on its way! I struggled to keep it down for one more second, to enjoy her terrific stroke job. But one second was all I could buy myself.
I SHOT. I burst! The first bolt sailed free and far . . . then the next pumps went FARTHER. I heard it splat onto the floor, far ahead of me. More and more sperm fountained from me, and Bev came to hold me from behind, while I shook and tried to keep on my feet. I felt that hot stuff all the way through me, flowing, a torrent. Cum flew and poured and ran out of me. Even after my cock had dropped its head and my masturbatrix had dropped my cock, semen ran, like syrup from a jar. A puddle grew at my feet.
Why had she dropped my cock? Because she was running to get the tape measure! Donna shouted "Eleven and a half feet! No, wait -- that bit is 11 feet and 11 inches! Shit!" Bev whispered "That's a new record, baby!"
I flopped onto the bed.
———x———
Some days later, she told me I couldn't have any orgasms for the week. Saturday was a test day.
Remember, I didn't know what was coming, who was coming, what I'd be asked to do. But I love Bev and I trust her. So . . .
Dafna came over – I'd heard she was a writer. Everyone said she was really good with words. But I confess that wasn't the first thing I noticed about her.
She has infectious good cheer. But I confess that THAT wasn't the first thing I noticed about her.
She had breasts. Gigantic breasts. A truly mammoth pair. Really, they came into the room a few seconds before she did. Every girl has a right to be big, but she abused the privilege!
Okay, she was a little short, with a full, lush head of chestnut hair, a little nose and an unusually wide mouth. But I don't think ANYONE noticed those things in the first moments after meeting her.
God – those things were giant-sized . . . they were nose-cone rockets, but far too big for her body – too big for any woman's body! The super-strength foundation garments struggled, you could see it, how the bra-breastplate struggled to hold them in. She was wearing a bustier of sorts, but it was industrial-strength, not a lingerie item. She knew the impact she had on men, and especially in this outfit. I think I avoided drooling, but I'm not positive.
I tried to walk over and shake hands, but found I had a limp – because a great long hard thing was stuck in my pants, suddenly.
Bev hugged her friend (Dafna came up to Bev's boobs, which was amusing AND arousing for me, and I think for them) and then my babe settled her significant frame into the biggest chair there. Dafna turned to me and said "Are you good to my friend?"
"I try," I said honestly.
"You're modest. Good." She said "Of COURSE you're good to her – you don't think we do this for just any guy she gets the hots for, do you?"
"Do what?" I asked myself.
I found out later that Dafna's task that day was to give me a virility test. She was planning to make me cum and cum and cum, to see how many times I could do it in one day. She stripped me down, and took off her shirt. She knelt to give me a good stroking, and this let me look down on acres of breastflesh. Acres! And this was with that military-grade foundation garment still on – breast-mounds filled my vision. It was everywhere, and I wasn't even seeing her entire front, yet! She kneaded and fisted my hard-on, which was waving like a flagpole in the wind for her. While she rubbed my cock, her boobs kept bumping into my knees, even though she was nowhere near my legs. They were that big!
Like I said, it'd been seven days with no release. "Don't hold back with me, big fella. Just cum when you feel . . ." she didn't get to finish. I shot bolts of thick cum across her bare shoulders. They two women chuckled. I kept spurting. She pointed me toward her foot-long cleavage. (Well, at least the cleavage that was showing was that long.) My ramrod was unbelievably stiff. Cum wasn't spurting from my cock, it was BLOWING out, like a bicycle pump was behind it.
The women stopped tittering, because I was cumming like a firework. I shot yards of sperm.
Then I shot more. Actually, my eyes were squeezed shut, and only later did I see how many stripes and strips of sperm I'd left across her. I was surprised at how much I had cum. She was saying "Oh, wow!" and even Bev applauded a little.
"One!" called Dafna. She dropped my cock, which was now more like a salami than a lead pipe, and stood – not an easy task, with such heavy breasts. She went to my Bev, and turned to face me. Bev undid the back zipper/bolts/rivets (I just don't know) that had been hoisting those monstrous tits, and PLOOBADOOF! The corset bustier thingy dropped and so did these vast pillows of flesh. They reached her waist, but they were ROUND, not long. They pointed up, just a little, conical and rosy-tipped. The tips were easily a foot away from her ribs. I've never seen their equal.
And there's more. She didn't have areolae like most women – she had HEADLAMPS. The sort of areolas so wide you could bury your face in one and not feel ordinary skin on your cheeks – just on your ears as you plunged in.
My cock took one second to go back to being a lead pipe.
"JUST what I was hoping for!" said Dafna. She bobbled and burbled over, and put one hand on my stiff penis. It was grateful. "Shall I fuck you? No, it's a little too big for me. I think some old-fashioned sucking is what to do."
I looked nervously at my girlfriend. Bev said "This is part of it." And Dafna sat on the couch, with her giant boobs resting on her thighs. "C'mere!" she said, like she was calling a dog. And like a dog, I went to her – eagerly.
She put her mouth around my dick's head, and started these little bobbing motions, with her mouth tight. It was like trying to force my hard pole into the smallest of pussies. I think I'd have cum right there, if I hadn't just shot off.
She forced cock into her mouth, hands-free, and grabbed my fingers. She slapped my hands to the slopes of her superboobs. She moaned her approval of the shockwaves this caused in my erection. I felt as much of those giants as I could, from this pose, and felt pre-cum seeping out of me. Already? Amazing. But those tits! Even Bev was clandestinely touching her sweet, hot pussy, watching us.
Dafna was able to get about half of my shvantz in, and I was impressed. She didn't have Bev's go-for-broke sucking style, but she was good, and she was working me. Popping my prong out for a moment, she said "Don't hold back. Cum in my mouth. I want to taste your cum!"
That sentence made me wobble on my feet. She lay me down, draped her amazing mammaries across my thighs, and sucked me back in. Wow. Then she grabbed my balls and – gently – pulled them away from my body. Amazing – I was just starting to think about cumming, but that move with my balls made it harder to cum. She tongue-stroked my beefy boner, and she was unrelenting. That, and the way those breasts FLOWED over the sides of each of my legs (I'd never felt anything like it!) had the hot stuff rising in me pretty fast. Bev said "Look at the color of his face! He's close!" and Dafna got a little more of me into her mouth.
"I . . . I . . . aaah . . . AAA . . . aaauuuuuggghhhhh!" I said, intelligently, and felt a bolt of superheated cum fly. She took one long suck while I spurted, and then pointed my spraying cock at my chest. Fluid cum flew. Droplets and strings landed across me. I never point it at my chest, I'm medium-hairy there. Dafna was on her knees now, and I saw that her breasts were so tremendous that they went way past her elbows. Funny, she had gigantic cone-shaped breasts, but the nipples were barely detectable. Well, maybe I'm not at my most observant when I'm splattering sperm across myself.
Dafna stood at the ready, with tissues for me to wipe myself down. I couldn't – I was so drained by two cums in 22 minutes, I just lay there and panted. The women were kind enough to clean me off, as best they could.
"Lemonade?" Rehydration sounded really good. "Simpsons?" A break for some TV sounded really good, too. They beat me to the couch, and I got to be lucky Pierre – sitting between these two out-of-my-league women.
At the first commercial break, Dafna took my hand and put it under one of her giant boobs. WOW, that thing was heavy. My softened cock began to stir. Bev, a minute later, took my other hand and put it between HER breasts. My cock lengthened . . . but it ached. I am not a teenager, I don't have three cums in a day. But they wanted to see what I was capable of, and Dafna held up my almost-hard cock. She was starting to get up, and I thought she might just fuck me – but Bev beat her to it. SHE straddled me, and wedged the still-growing head of my cock into herself.
"But Homer is gonna" I protested in jest. My Bev shoved a meaty breast into my mouth to shut me up. I swallowed my words, and did my best to swallow that breast. Dafna placidly held my balls, and gave Bev a running commentary on how steamy the scene we were making was. "But don't let him cum in you!"
I was genuinely achy in the cock, but happy. I felt I was a long way from cumming. But Bev had one of her little cums, and hopped off, exchanging glances with Dafna. Bev looked apologetic, but Dafna just giggled. "I don't blame you, I'd fuck him every chance I got, if I were in your shoes!"
Then Dafna enfolded my cock in those ultra-breasts. Remember I said that I felt a long way from cumming? Suddenly, that changed. I'm a breast man, and this was . . . primal. I felt a surge in my SPINE. Dafna's unbelievable frontage was not just pressuring my cock, it was pressed against my hips, my thighs, and most of the way to my ribcage. I'd never dreamed of a feeling like that, and my cum-apparatus squealed into gear. Imagine machinery that had run out of lubricant, machinery that was spinning wildly and overheating. That's what I felt inside as Dafna pressed her ten-ton tits against me. I thrust into those breasts, and found that I could not stop. I tried to stop, but my hips weren't listening. "You'll never tit-fuck anything like these again!" said my erection. "So slow down!" Shouted my brain. But my overworked cock was louder – screaming "Now, now, now, now! Good, good!"
I don't know how, but I held on for two excruciating minutes. And it took both of my hands to scoop her tit-tops aside so I could cum. I don't know, I think that maybe I believed her boobs were SO heavy that my cum would be trapped in me no matter how hard I spurted. But with a liberal application of strength, I parted her oceanic tiddies and then FIRED clear-ish streams of cum. I don't know what Bev's face was like, I don't know what Dafna was doing, I only know I was cumming every last bit of fluid in my vesicles. The fire in my balls leapt out, and then I collapsed backwards.
Dafna mercifully covered me up, while Bev helpfully wiped sperm off those planet-sized breasts. I wanted to watch them wobbling, but I was starting to lose the ability to do . . . anything. We had lemonades, and they chatted like the old friends they were, but I wasn't able to join in. I just wondered if I'd die in this room, and if the undertaker would be able to pry the smile off my face.
I must have fallen asleep, as it was a new episode of the Simpsons on, when I came to. And Bev had my cock in her mouth. I was getting hard. Frankly, I wasn't sure I wanted to. And then Dafna did something she hadn't done all day – she put my face to her breast. Normally, you want to get both of a woman's mammaries pressed against your face, but these were too big for that – you had to make a choice.
Bev nipped my cock, because she was amused that I erected so readily. Despite all my shlong had been through, mega-boobs still had the usual effect on it. She kept sucking on me, and I felt very hard, suddenly – but hollow. As if my cock were empty on the inside, just a rigid pipe on the outside.
Dafna said "Beverly, I am about to go nuts, if I don't get some." Bev smoothly removed my stalk from her whirlpool of a blowjob, and held it up. Dafna, more agile than you'd expect (for a woman carrying a tonnage of tit-flesh in front of her,) impaled herself on my tower.
It was a fabulous cunt, she had. But my after three cums in two hours my cock felt like it was going to cry. I can't explain it better than that – I don't mean it was weeping pre-cum, my balls were too dehydrated for that by now. (Okay, my Cowper's glands – happy? No? Look it up, then.) My standing penis seemed to feel that no one should be put through this kind of treatment, that it should be allowed to stand down. But it was helpless – her pussy was soothing and enticing at the same time. It was like her puss was the drill sergeant, and my cock could only follow orders.
I had been sitting (slouching) on the couch, and now there were breasts in my ribcage, up to my armpits, burbling across me like a sea of flesh. Magic. Mountains of magic were on me, making it surprisingly hard to breathe. I started thrusting up into her. She liked that. I started panting, maybe gasping. And Dafna stopped and said "Take me on my back."
We stood, but rushed to get back to rutting. Dafna lay back, and those breasts SLOSHED everywhere, firm as they were. There was boobage up to her chin. There was boobage covering her navel. They sat high, and wide, and one rolled off her side, but we trapped the other between us as we got to fucking again . . . this was not believable! My cock tried to get harder, but mostly it felt overworked. Dafna wriggled against me, and smiled. I could just see it over the breastflesh between us.
I set a good rhythm, and she got more and more loud. A while into this rutting, I stopped thrusting for a moment. She wouldn't – she kept jamming her hole onto me. What could I do? I kept fucking.
Bev was watching, propped on one elbow. I saw the glint of pussy juice running across the front of her thigh. Wow, was that erotic. And Dafna saw me looking over at the woman I love. Between grunts, Dafna told Bev "He's . . . porking me, but . . . he's thinking about . . . you!"
My cock ached like it had run a marathon. I guess it was doing the cock-equivalent of one. On a certain level, I wanted to get this over with. I leaned in and grasped Dafna's silky-smooth butt cheeks. This forced me even harder onto her giant pontoons – and those breasts punching up into me made a spark of orgasm start in my innards. But that overheating-machinery thing was making my cum organs ache from the inside out. Dafna wrapped her legs around me, and locked her ankles. Yowza – I would have cum buckets, if I could have. I felt an orgasm wanting to happen, but it couldn't gather enough force, now that I was so drained. That's when Bev came to where I could see her, and how she was rubbing herself.
I kept plunging into her huge-titted friend, but watching her approach her orgasm. And there was a consonance, a resonance that lifted me – despite all the soreness I felt inside, and a moment after Bev called out her climax, I bucked and grimaced and unloaded what felt like several beads of hot iron into Dafna. She really liked that, it seems.
I could hardly move. Bev got Dafna out from under me, and I just lay, face down, as I landed. I know men don't complain about getting too much sex, but this test was too much for me.
It was dark outside, now, and we ordered in. I felt a little feverish, really, and was happy to sit and do nothing much. The women chatted, and then Dafna read us a short story by Jonathan Carroll – he's not well-known, but he's really good.
Dafna disappeared into the bedroom. Bev told me how proud she was of me, for being such a trooper. And then she put my soft, soft cock in her mouth. I felt like a wrung-out dishrag. I didn't mind her mouthing me, but nothing was going to get me hard, nothing.
Dafna emerged, wearing a lingerie thingy that made her breasts all I could see. And a creak happened in my cock. It was interested. I really wanted nothing but some rest, by now – but Bev's talent at sucking, and Dafna's wobbling and burbling before my eyes, and something started to happen in me, whether I wanted it or not.
I was just about to protest, when Dafna ENGULFED me in tit. Before, I'd gotten to suck on the point of one, but now she just mashed them to my ears and beyond. I felt those round, gorgeous blimps of womanliness MEET BEHIND my head! Holy fuck! Yeah, I was suffocating, but what a way to go!
Bev hummed her approval around my dick. It was half-way to erect, and she was doing her best to make it swell up. Should I say doing her worst? With Bev, I never knew if she was sucking me for my pleasure or for hers. She really enjoyed the power she had over me when she fellated me. Wow, she was good.
Dafna released me from the most astonishing boob-prison I'd ever see, and settled for bopping me on each side of my head with her wonders. That's when I heard a buzzing. She was mashing one nipple at a time against me. I sucked, but I was about out of energy. I couldn't. I just couldn't cum for them any more. Normally, the fact that Dafna was using a vibrator that seemed to be inside her while she used her hands on me would have me panting, but I was out of steam, out of the sperm-making business. They'd gotten all the cum I could produce.
"Baby? Stop that." I said to Bev. She only sucked harder. Dafna watched her, with one giant breast resting on my shoulder and the other blocking 90% of my view. "Seriously, stop. I can't cum any more. I really can't." Bev did even wilder things to my erection, but I couldn't enjoy it any more.
"SAFEWORD!" And she stopped. "I'm sorry, babe," And she said, "No, I'm sorry!" We hugged, and then we hugged Dafna, who smiled, blushed, and started to shake in our arms! Oh yeah – the vibrator (plus a DAY of sex, in which she hadn't had any cums as far as I had seen) pushed her over the edge, even if it was an awkward time to cum. She flushed red, and held her breath, and shook harder. We helped her through it. I gripped her quivering thighs. Bev used her fingernails on Dafna's nipples, through the satiny armor that it took to contain those titanic boobs.
We all slept in a puppy pile, that night.
———x———
Four days went by before I even THOUGHT about sex. Well, that's not true. But it was at least that long before I felt as if I might be able to cum any jism - instead of dust. It was a month before Beverly told me the last test was coming on Saturday.
"Don't cum for three days, this time." "What, not a week?" "You can if you like, I've said all I'm gonna say," she told me, and she kept her word.
I had dreamed, before waking on Saturday morning, that I was lying on top of my girlfriend Bev, with my head between her generous boobs. Remember, she's a big, big girl, near-giantess -- and in this dream, I'm lying on my back -- with my head cradled in those baby-soft mounds . . . I woke up with pre-cum rolling down my side.
So with a fool's smile on my face, I held Bev's hand as we marched up to a small brick house near the city line.
Three laughing girls met us at the door, and swept us in to a vast, plush living room. Couches, fur throws, deep carpets were everywhere.
Julie had tight curls of brown and high cheekbones. She was full of enthusiasm, full of life. She was almost five feet tall. You got the impression she did gymnastics in high school, but left to lead the pep squad.
Suzette was half-Philippino and half Hawaiian -- lovely caramel skin and unusually tall (almost six feet.) She didn't walk, she glided -- and seemed at ease in her own skin the way cats (but few people) are. She was lithe, with C-cup breasts, I'd say, and dark straight hair. She was older than the others. I soon learned that she knew what she wanted.
Anna Sue had freckles and a tomboy's manner. With the page-boy cut, you wondered if she had been hoping to be a man. But if so, her body had betrayed her by developing Serena William's proportions. Great big heavy breasts preceded her, everywhere she went. When I looked at the swell of her hips, I could feel my balls getting heavier!
After drinks and some "catching up" among the women, they turned to me.
"So here's the deal. We're going to do everything we can think of to you. All you have to do is stop us from making you cum. Just say 'STOP!' and we will. Every time."
I was speechless. They giggled as Bev told them how very unusual that is for me.
"How many times do you think you can choose to NOT have relief? How LONG do you think you can keep DECIDING to stop us? THAT'S what we'll be judging you on!"
"Um, which? How long or how many times?"
"Both!"
So I had to NOT cum, and I had to ASK to not cum! I COULD cum whenever I wanted. What they were looking for was to see if I could keep that urge to cum at bay!
"We'll start will Julie, but . . . you'll never know what's next. Just remember, we won't MAKE you cum -- you get to decide how much you can take!"
Julie the gymnast pounced on me. They laughed harder, and backed off to let her work. I think someone left to get drinks, but my attention was pretty well taken up by Julie's rubbing herself all over me. I was more than half-hard when she reached me, and soon there was NO more room in my shorts for Ol' Nine. She gave him a hard squeeze and then whipped her clothes off.
I was right -- pep squad AND gymnastics were in her background. Her thighs were amazingly strong. She straddled my chest and brought my hands to her nipples. She had those great champagne-glass breasts the French idealize, but nipples that were real standouts. They must have been pretty hard to conceal even on warm days.
She didn't hurry to get me out of my clothes -- she rode me, clearly having a grand time. I mean she let me feel her thighs squeeze my ribs. Wow. A little woman, but tough as nails. I had a moment to think that if her pussy were that muscular -- but then she swooped in for the smooch, and she was biting my lips, licking around, really ready for action. Lubrication dripped from her pussy onto my stomach muscles.
Bev, who I love, called out "Let her see it, boy, she's READY!"
"Aw, Bev, you shouldn't have!" Julie murmured, when she yanked my stiffie into the light. "Then agai- . . ." and with that open-mouthed vowel, she crammed half my cock right in. If Bev didn't have me used to demon-strength cocksucking, I might have fired off right there. A minute of awesomeness went by, when Julie pivoted to present her pussy to my face. I remind you, she was pretty short. But with a pillow, and the length of my cock, we almost made it work. I strained to reach her fuzzy pudenda, and was able to lock on.
Half a minute later of my pussy-eating later, she couldn't suck my hard-on any more -- she had a short fuse. She rose up, and jammed her puss onto my face more securely. I was plenty happy, and Julie was crying out her approval to the world. Then some joker started using her nails on my calves and feet -- not tickling me, but very nearly so. And with my face deep in Julie, I couldn't see who. I couldn't even protest.
Well, Julie started to buck and wail . . . I brought her over into orgasmland in no time, and she hopped off me. With shining eyes, she said "I hope that's just the start, but this is a tag-team and I gotta rotate out."
Suzette had her almond eyes fixed on us, and one finger lazily teasing her clit. She didn't have to say anything -- she held my gaze while she eased onto her back and beckoned me over. Her black, black silken hair spread across the bedsheet.
My cock would have said "What have you gotten me into?" if it could have -- but she slid my great big erection right in, so anything it might have had to say was muffled in the shudderingly good walls of her cunt.
Suzette folded me in her arms and moved her hips just a little. It was like having your back scratched VERRRY slowly . . . I mean that it was so, so good but also a little bit hard to endure. My cock felt like an aluminum rod . . . smooth but hard enough to make a "clang!" if you tapped it.
We rutted. Really, you know how sometimes you make love, and sometimes you FUCK, and then . . . Suzette's expression as she looked up at me said that the wisest thing I could do was to PLUMB her pussy, to REAM my way through this experience. It was heaven.
I pulled out to pace myself. It was just in time for us all to see a FLOW of pre-cum emerge and drip drip drip onto her. I put my head to her breasts and panted for a minute, then slammed back in. The women laughed to see my determination, but Suzette and I were in deadly earnest now. She was tall enough that I could get a nipple in my mouth while I whammed in again and again. She gave an extra little sigh when I latched on -- but my mast gave an extra little spasm! I reminded myself that I had to pace myself.
Breathing hard, now, I put a thumb on her clit, and kept pushing into her over and over. She had a fine sheen of sweat now, and my thumb on her hot button made her grab the sides of the matress. She lost her composure and started bucking back up at me. I felt semen filling me, but I was sure I could bring her off before I had to cum.
It was close.
She shook like a lioness getting free of her kittens, and clamped down. She didn't make a sound, but we all saw the orgasm possess her. I wanted to cum, but held on. She held her breath, hard, then started panting and let me go. I slipped my angry-looking woody out and tried not to look relieved. I hadn't had to call a time out.
Bev, my Bev, came over and grasped the very base of my terribly erect erection. She scolded it. "I know you -- you're an inch from spurting! Aren't you?" Bev actually shook her finger at my pulsing pole. "Yes, this thing is FULL of sperm. Well, your owner is going to have to keep you on a leash. No cumming for you. You're going to make me proud, you're going to be a MAN today, and we want no surprises from you!"
There was some discussion among the women as to whether I owned my cock or it owned me. I was grateful for a minute of cooling-off time, because I really needed it.
Anna Sue was on the carpet, waving her meaty ass at me. "Ready, big boy?" I could have called a time out. I SHOULD have called a time out. But how often do you look at a gorgeous woman and say "Um, maybe later?" I went over, feeling my super-long prick bounce in front of me with every step. Well, it sure FELT super-long just then.
I thought I'd buy a little time by using my fingers on her. She liked that. I have a really good touch, all the women in my life have said so. But in four minutes I had brought Anna Sue to a little climax and she was saying "isn't there a COCK you could put in there?" On the one hand, I was happy to. On the other hand, it hadn't gotten ANY softer in all that time. It felt hard enough to break boards in a karate class.
I'm guessing Anna Sue liked doggie-style. She was making sounds deep in her chest in no time flat. We leaned back a tiny bit and she was calling out "YES! YES!" Someone behind me said "something something g-spot", but I couldn't spare enough brainpower to listen -- all of my blood was pounding to get into my bone-stiff boner. I still felt in control, but wow -- this was some kind of day!
Then Suzette, behind me, put her breasts around my ears. She mashed them to the sides of my head, and I felt a "zap!" run through my willy. I shouted "STOP!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing. I wasn't TOO close to cumming, but I wasn't that far, either. Anna Sue, with 1/3 of my cock up her, stayed still as stone.
I silently gave thanks.
I eased my cock out, after a minute, and retreated to the couch. Three naked people (and my girlfriend, who was down to her panties and holding an egg-shaped vibrator) relaxed together. And lithe little Julie set an oven timer for five minutes.
I'd begun to breathe a little easier, when the timer booped, and Anna Sue threw one smooth, muscular leg over my lap, and pointed my cockhead at her core. She looked at me to see if I was going to stop her. I'd gotten a little soft, in those five minutes, but Anna Sue GRIPPED the base of my dick and that pushed all the blood into the far half of my cock. And those hefty breasts of hers seemed to take up my whole field of vision -- I pulled her hips down onto me.
Ahh, what a pussy -- it bathed my prong in heat. I was 100% stiff again, and Anna Sue began to bounce on me. Her tits were so meaty! They wobbled, but didn't jounce, they were too solid for that.
Then she started to tease me: IN! Hold . . . OUT . . . hold . . . IN . . . like that, for a bit. I teased back, making my very erect erection bounce inside her, or latching onto a dark nipple and humming low notes . . . I hadn't had this much fun since . . . okay, ever! But I was starting to sweat, and I kept reminding myself to keep a firm leash on my urge to cum.
Remember the horse whisperer? Anna Sue's pussy was a cock-whisperer. It promised all sorts of things to my dick. And my dick wanted to believe! Man, if I could put one minute of my life on a loop and then LIVE there? Well. I had my hands on Anna Sue's hips, but then someone held my right hand, and someone else held my left. Nice. And I saw that the woman I love, Bev, was using that vibrating egg on herself right through the purple panties. The panties had a big ol' wet spot on the front, and the spot grew larger. MAN, this was more stimulation than a man should have to take!
This time, I called a time-out just as soon as I thought I should. No need to take chances, right? Bev came over and kissed me and held me, while the other three women busied themselves . . . including Julie, who set the oven timer for SIX minutes.
It wasn't enough.
Not only was I plenty stiff, still, when the buzzer rang and they all came over, Anna Sue showed NO mercy -- she climbed right back on and started riding me just like before. The others were even worse! The two of them held my hands, but this time they pressed them to their breasts. I might have lasted ONE minute before I felt a kegful of cum starting to press for the exit. I called another time-out.
I saw the timer got set to seven minutes. I seriously doubted it would be enough. I felt it inside -- I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum a LOT. I had a LOT of urge, and a HUGE wad of cum built up, and . . . you get the idea.
Lithe little Julie came over and did a reverse-cowgirl pose on me, but didn't slip my boner inside -- she held it firmly against her tiny tummy, and slid up and down. I should have realized this was only taxing MY endurance, but I had NO blood to run my brain with -- it was all trying to jam its way into my great big erection. Where should I look? At that firm, firm ass in front of me? No . . . how about Bev's up-pointing breasts? Bad choice. I know -- Suzette's hourglass figure . . . I guess I really DON'T have any blood in my brain.
I shut my eyes.
"Want to call another time-out?"
"No," I panted, "No -- just . . . don't use your HANDS on me -- do what you want with me!"
"But using my hands on you IS what I want to do!" said Julie. And then I felt a mouth on me. Oh, gods, this was a LOT to take in. The owner of that mouth said something that was totally muffled by my stiffie filling her mouth, but we could all tell she was saying "And THIS is what I want to do!"
The women giggled, and Anna Sue came right over, took my stiffie away from Julie's hand and Suzette's mouth, and jammed it up her puss. Suzette seemed a little non-plussed. She tweaked Anna Sue's nipples, in revenge -- or at least I assume that's what she did from watching her elbows, and feeling the latest pussy SPASM around my trembling dickhead. I was dying to cum, but I felt I could hold on a little longer.
Anna Sue had been starting to moan louder, the last time I was inside her. Now she was clearly working for her own orgasm. And her roommates decided it'd be funny to keep her from getting one, apparently. I was just lying on my back, fucking up into this beautiful, curvaceous babe, and trying to think about something, anything OTHER than the terrific fucking this beautiful, curvaceous babe was throwing into me. But those two minxes came over to stimulate me enough that I'd have to call a time out before Anna Sue could cum.
Julie put her little pussy right onto my mouth, and put my hands to her ass. That made my hard-on stretch an extra two millimeters, and made the cum-load in me lurch. I was at about the point of shouting for a time-out, but she knew it -- and ground her pussy right into my face with all her weight.
Suzette, meanwhile, took my balls in her mouth. I know for a lot of guys that's a slice of heaven, but not me -- I can NOT relax and enjoy that! It makes me panic just like you would if someone grabbed your balls and prepared to yank. I shouted so loud, they all heard me THROUGH Julie's pussy, I bucked her right off my face, and very nearly dislodged Anna Sue! Suzette released my scrotum, toute suite.
"No! No!" I got out, while holding Anna Sue's hips onto mine -- I wanted her to know I wasn't saying "no" to HER. She paused just long enough to make sure I was doing okay, and we started fucking into each other again. Tremors were racing up and down her pussy walls.
My cock was stone-stiff, and her juices were trickling down my crotch, but I still felt in control. And when Anna Sue began to buck, I held her hands to help her through. She whipped her hair around, her weighty breasts flying this way and that, as she shook and quivered through her climax. I knew I wasn't THAT close to cumming, but all the same I was grateful when she fell off me and curled into a ball, to recover from what looked like a once-in-an-orgy cum.
Suzette asked if I was okay. "I'm sorry if I scared you, Suzette, but I just . . . I do NOT like that! I know lots of guys do, but . . ." "No, I'm sorry -- no one wants a surprise during sex, unless they do . . . well, I'm sorry."
I took her hand and held it to my pounding heart. "Don't give it another thought, you . . ." I trailed off, because someone had her mouth on my cock. Were they TRYING to make me cum? Didn't they KNOW I had to not cum, today?
It was Bev. Bless her greedy heart, she wanted me -- even though I was supposed to be controlling myself today, she just couldn't resist getting a bit of me for herself. She rolled me on top of her and put my cock between her really sizable breasts.
"No," I smiled at her -- "c'mon, you know what that does to me!" I scooted to where I could get into her -- and as soon as I entered her oven of a puss, I knew I'd made a mistake. I could manage just two thrusts before I had to SHOUT. "BREAK! PAUSE!" and I damn near leapt off her. It's not nice, but I was in a competition, remember? I don't know how many guys they'd given this treatment to, but I was trying to do a good job so Bev would have bragging rights with all her friends. I know how weird that sounds, but I was not JUST thinking with my dick, I was thinking with my ego.
Julie set the timer for 10 minutes this time. It wasn't enough! Yes, I lost my hard-on, which was -- oddly -- good, since I was trying to last. But -- ever notice this -- when you go soft in the middle of a marathon sex session, a FLOOD of pre-cum comes out of you? The girls noticed, and had a sort of pillow-fight moment with each other, getting drops of pre-cum from my cockhead and then wiping it on each other. The giggling would have gotten me hard again by itself, never mind the persistent grabbing at my dickhead!
"No fair! You're yanking . . . uh, wanking me, and the timer hasn't gone off yet!"
"All you have to do is ASK for a break!" "All you have to do is control yourself!" "You can stop us any time!" came the replies.
I don't know how I did it. I was brimming with semen, I felt it. The day went on and on, with fucking, with cunnilingus, with tit-rubs that I will be grinning about when I'm toothless and gray. I don't know HOW I kept from firing a small lake of cum over all those naked bodies . . . but I was determined, and I was in love with Bev, and somehow this had become about helping HER to show up all those friends of hers.
But I was dying to cum. I HAD to cum. I was absolutely going to go mad if I didn't cum . . . and I stopped thrusting. I stopped the mouth on me. I stopped and breathed and stopped them and called "STOP!" and damn near wept from the effort to say "STOP" because I was aching to, absolutely bursting to cum. I remember at one point I was thrusting away inside one girl while another held me from behind, and a third used her nails to tickle my ribs. I start oozing pre-seminal fluid just THINKING about it now.
Yes, I had to call for time-outs more and more, but they never taunted me for it, just went about their daily activities in-between driving me right up a wall. They were always bringing new ways to set my dick throbbing, to bring me to a frothing level of stimulation . . .
I remember when I finally couldn't stand it. I was balls-deep in Suzette. She was on all fours, while Anna Sue sat on Suzette's tanned rump so she (Anna Sue) could clasp me tight. She made those great big breasts of hers burble up under my chin and halfway up my cheeks. As if this wasn't enough, Suzette had grabbed my right hand and was using it to bring herself off AGAIN. (One of the toughest things about the whole day was watching THEM have cum after cum after cum, all four of 'em, while I couldn't have ANY.) And Bev, smiling at my red face and my panting, came and took my left hand and buried it in her stupendous cleavage. And suddenly I could not hold out one moment longer. A quarter-ton of semen shifted inside me and my overworked ejaculatory system burned. The fluids in me were searingly hot.
"I'M . . . GONNA . . . CUMMM . . . N-NOW!" I shouted into Anna Sue's chest, and everyone pressed me a little harder. I remember how Suzette's pussy clamped down on me (I couldn't believe it -- the amazing fucking she'd been giving me was actually her going EASY on me?) but my cock was so lead-pipe hard that it just made no difference. I'd have cum like a grenade even if all of them had jumped off me. Even if the aliens landed. The sperm was just NOT going to be denied any more times.
FOOOOOOMMMMM! I thought a star was going nova in me -- the Death Star bursting into sparks had nothing on this cum. I fired an unending rope . . . cable . . . of cum up Suzette, who twisted her hips on me -- then suddenly I was OUT. The girls had pulled me off her, because they wanted to see. I'll never forget it -- I wasn't pumping cum, I was streaming it. One long, yards-long streamer shot so far I lost track of it . . . I shook in their supporting arms and bucked and sprayed stuff everywhere. I'm surprised my internal organs didn't shoot out of me, too, that's how hard I was spurting.
There was a reverent silence from the women -- even Suzette had turned to watch, which meant she got a LOT of cum all over her lithe form. But she didn't seem to mind, they were all transfixed. I wish I'd seen more of it myself, but my eyes squeezed shut at a certain point. Anna Sue grabbed the base of my now totally-reddened cockstaff, trying to direct the quarts of cum to someplace safe -- but where was safe from all that flying liquid?
And still I came. I blew out ribbons of hot white stuff, and began pumping it. It felt so hot, in their many arms. I just couldn't seem to STOP cumming. I felt Bev and the others lowering me to the bed, I must have gotten faint -- but my cock didn't. MORE strings and chunks of cum leapt from me, and that's about when things just went black.
I woke up in my own bed the next day. The sun was high. I must have slept 12 straight hours. Bev was there, telling me how proud she was. I'd lasted TWICE as long as any other guy they'd heard of. All her buds were congratulating her on finding a good man. I could hardly sit up to accept the juice she gave me, but I could smile and smile and smile and smile at her.
I promised myself that I would do everything for this wonderful woman, anything she wanted. You find a woman like this, and you hold on TIGHT.