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FOURSOME by ED

I could hardly believe it was happening, I was on my way to meet with three women for a foursome of great sex. I found the threesome by answering an ad on one of those internet personals and after a couple of e-mails, we had set up today as the day to do it. The house was in the country deep in the woods, not a sign of any other people for miles. I went up to the door and rang the bell. A women answered the door and asked me in. There in the living room were two more who came over to greet me. We all introduced ourselves and got to know a little about each other. They were all good lookers. Jill was 28 and slim, Mary was 30 and a little heavy by sexy looking and Cathy was 32 and also a little heavy but sexy. After a few minutes, Jill said that we should all go down in the basement to the playroom and really get to know each other. My heart started pounding, I could hardly wait. As soon as we got downstairs, all three women removed all their clothes in an instant then came over to me and started undressing me as I looked around the room. It was finished with carpet on the walls and tile on the floor except for a large red throw rug in the middle. Once I was naked Cathy suggested that I lay on the rug and we all got down on the floor. Mary got between my legs and started massaging my balls. Jill sat on my stomach with her back towards me an ran her fingers up and down my cock. Cathy started running her fingers around my body. It only took seconds and I was throbbing hard. Mary said my balls were getting tight and Jill could see some pre-cum on my cock head, Cathy said that they should stop before I cum too soon. Cathy went over to a table and brought back some cord and tape. I asked what it was for and Cathy explained that they, the women, did not like rubbers or shoving anything up their pussy, that they liked doing it natural. Cathy said that they also didn't want to get pregnant so they were going to tie my balls off to stop the sperm. I laughed and said that doesn't work. But Cathy proceeded to tell me that it did work if done right. I figured what's the difference if it makes them happy, I was ready for sex and was game for anything. Cathy got down between my legs and got a grip on my balls. Then she slowly pulled streching the sack enough so Jill could start wrapping the cord tight above my balls. Jill wrapped the thin cord about ten times tight and tied it off. Then Jill got the tape and wrapped tape over the cord. I asked what the tape was for and Cathy said it was to make sure the cord did not untie itself. I looked down at my balls tight in their tied sack and thought that it actually felt erotic. I asked if they wern't tied too tight because of my balls turning red but Cathy told me not to worry, they wouldn't be tied all that long. Cathy got up and positioned her pussy over my hard cock and slowly sat down, god it felt great. Up and down she went, slow at first then faster. She watched my face and after a few minutes saw I was close to cumming and got up. Then Jill pulled me over on top of her and said it was her turn, I slid my cock into her pussy and started pumping. After a few minutes Mary came over and pulled me off Jill and said don't forget me. Mary laid me on my back and sat on my cock and worked me some more. This went on for about an hour with each one stopping just before I would cum, I was going nuts, I just had to cum. Then Cathy said that it was time for me to get mine so she had Jill lay on the floor legs spread, I mounted Jill and Cathy and Mary got behind me. Cathy said she was going to massage and squeeze my balls to get me off and Mary would help. I was so excited, I started pumping as hard as I could as I felt Mary squeezing my balls. I could feel the pressure building up in my balls as my cock seemed to get bigger than it ever had when Jill started cumming letting out moans of pleasure. I could hear Cathy say it's time and gave my balls a pull and squeeze, I felt a burning sensation in my balls and I cummed like I never cummed before. I looked at Jills face, she was looking back at Cathy with an ear to ear smile as I slowed down thrusting my still hard cock. Jill asked me how it felt and I said it felt great like I never felt it before. Cathy got up and grabbed my hand, she tells me that it will never feel like that again and puts into my hand my severed balls, she had castrated me just as I started cumming. I jumped up and looked at my crotch and sure enough, all there was left was part of the tape which was holding my skin closed, some blood was dripping out but nothing bad. All the women got up and held me thanking me for fullfilling their life long fantasy. Then they asked me how it felt and I explained the feeling at the moment I know the knife went through. I could see they were enjoying what I was explaining, then they told me how Cathy held my balls tight as Mary sliced down the middle of the tape through the ball sack. I was still hard and Cathy and Mary had not cummed. Jill got in front of me and put her hand around my cock and started stroking it. Cathy and Mary get on each side of me and they all pull me down to the floor. Cathy has me mount her, I thrust my cock into her pussy and in seconds she cums. Mary pulls me off Cathy and brings her pussy down on my still hard cock and works it up and down until she also cums. Lying on the floor, the women inspect with satisfaction their castration. They all agree I have a nice cock and how much they enjoyed it. Later, I have been stiched up and cleaned leaving to go home and as I am walking out the door I hear Cathy at the computer say, oh look, John has e-mailed that he can make it this Saturday.

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Nobody can guess by just looking at me what I have in the crotch of my jeans. I smile as I go about my daily business, imaging the reactions of the people around me if they could only see what I look like down there.

It all began a couple of years ago when I discovered a sex shop in my local city. I was very fascinated by all the sex toys on the shelves – butt plugs, tit clamps, etc.—but most of all by the leather devices for binding balls.

I bought myself a black leather strap and hurried home. My heart was pounding as I pulled off my jeans and briefs, exposing my cock and balls. I lifted my hard dick out of the way with one hand, and wrapped the strap around my ballsack.

My excitement grew as the skin stretched tight, clearly showing the outlines of my nuts. I grabbed my cock and started jerking off. It only took a couple of minutes before my jizz squirted from the tip of my dick. It was one of the best orgasms I ever had.

For the next few days I continued binding my balls and jerking off. I was surprised how tight I could tie the strap before I had to stop. My sack turned purple as my cock swelled harder than ever.

Now I began wearing the strap all the time. It was on when I woke every morning with a hard-on. It was on when I sat at my desk at work. I wore it in the shower, the soapy water spilling over my tight ballsack.

Gradually, I became obsessed with seeing what my balls looked like. It was fun squeezing them and slapping them, but I just had to take a look at what was inside my sack.

So one day I tied the strap tighter than ever. My sack turned a dark purple, and my balls squeezed against the side of the scrotum.

I picked up a small, sharp knife and pressed the tip against the outline of my right ball. My heart pounding, I gently increased the pressure until the blade penetrated the skin. The sharp sting was bearable, so I began moving the blade down, creating a red line on the edge of my sack. My cock was as hard as a rock.

There was less blood than I thought. I took the knife and put it into the shallow cut I had already made, repeating the procedure. The pain was there, but my excitement was too great to stop.

Gradually, the layers of tissue peeled away under the knife. I could see a grayish-white object begin to press against the opening I had made. It was my right ball!

Excited, I used the knife to length the gash, while squeezing my sack with my free hand. The testicle strained to emerge from its prison. It was taking longer than I expected.

Suddenly, my ball popped free! I shouted with joy as the orb emerged. I gently cradled it in my hand, examining it carefully. It was oval-shaped, with some blood covering it. A stalk emerged from one end of it, nourishing it with blood and carrying its sperm back into my body.

I squeezed the naked ball gently, and the sensation made my cock grow harder. Suddenly, I had an irresistible urge to repeat the procedure with my other nut. Releasing the exposed testicle, I began cutting the other side of my sack. Within minutes, both my balls were dangling free.

I found that touching my exposed nuts made my cock jump. They were extremely sensitive. Squeezing them gently almost made me cum.

That’s when I decided I would never return my balls to the sack. I got a sewing kit and carefully stitched up the cuts I had made, taking care not to prick the stalks protruding from the gaps.

In a couple of weeks, the empty sack was completely healed. Now, my two balls hung outside, ready to be touched whenever I want.

A few days ago, I was lying in my bed playing with my nuts. I suddenly had an urge to put them in my mouth. I threw my legs over my head and before long my balls were dangling inches from my face.

My tongue reached out and began licking my left ball. The feeling was exquisite. I repeated the tongue-bath on my right nut. My cock was throbbing with excitement.

I craned my neck as far as possible, and kissed my left ball. I opened my lips and managed to pull the ball into my mouth. I began a gentle sucking. The feeling was so strong that pre-cum began dribbling from my cock, hitting my face.

I sucked harder and harder, squeezing the ball against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Suddenly, my dick erupted, spewing white cum all over my face. I released the ball and shouted with pleasure as jizz dribbled down my cheeks.

During the day, I have to be carefully not to hurt my naked balls. But except for that, I’m really happy with what I have done to them. Nobody can guess what lies in my tight white briefs. That’s why I’m smiling all the time.

Thanks Pete

   The bed was comfortable.  Handcuffed to the bedposts and face down in soft pillows, I couldn’t help but think how helpless I was.  Of course, my ass lifted high into the air by a harness from the ceiling didn’t help much.  I moaned as the warm shaving cream was smeared around my balls, up and down my throbbing cock, and playfully slid across my ass cheeks.  She was truly a professional.  With one hand, she shaved my groin and with the other, milked my pulsing rod.  I didn’t last long.  Half the sac was done when I bit the pillow and fired my man milk into the metal bowl between my legs.  She never missed a stroke, just kept shaving and massaging. 

“All nice and clean,” she announced.  Looking between my legs, I admired my low hanging balls and swaying prick.  I had stretched and pumped both for hours everyday.  I knew every curve of that package and could stare at them glowing in the lamplight forever.  The steaming towel thrust between my legs pulled my mind from the haze.  I squirmed and tried to escape the hot towel burning my precious friends.  After a few moments, however, my squirms turned to grinds and thrusts as I attacked the now cooling soft towel.  With a victory moan, I fired my cannon at the enemy and watched the towel retreat from our short battle.

Heated from battle, my balls hung even lower, and block my view between my legs.  Panting, I swung my hips to swing my balls like a pendulum of a large grandfather clock.  The little blonde girl was watching the video again.  Holding the device already loaded with a fresh rubber ring, she studied the video closely.  The cowboy approached the bull from behind.  He squeezed the large balls to the bottom of the sac.  Finally, he positioned the device at the very top of the sac and pulled the trigger.  The camera zoomed in on the green ring strangling the life from the soon to be steer’s balls. 

I had used the bander on my balls hundreds of times.  Once I discovered my orgasm was stronger with the bands crushing my tender cords, I never stroked with out choke.   Lately, however, it had gotten old.  So, here I was.  The cathouse had no rules and very little supervision.  I simply picked the girl from the line up and went to a room.  She was a little surprised when I opened the briefcase, but I have to admit the bander does look like a gun.  I showed her the video and we discussed the events to fulfill my fantasy.  So far, I was very pleased.

A hand gripped my sac just beneath the base of my cock and slowly pulled down.  The device was a little cold as the prongs touched my inner thighs.  A cold metal prong scrapped my pulsing cock to one side as the device slid to the very top of my sac.  Even when I know the trigger is being pulled, I still jerk when the band snaps into place and the cords are compressed. 

“Mmmmm, how does that feel Suga?” 

I moaned into the pillow and thrust at the air with my hips.

“Well, if one is that good, why stop there?”

I had tried up to three bands in my private sessions, but never got to a fourth.  By the time I had loaded and positioned three, my balls were cold and discolored.  I had brought a pack of twenty rings.  I jerked and thrust even harder with my hips when the second band was placed.  When the third band snapped around my sac, I desperately needed her to rub my cock.  I said so and she laughed as the fourth band produced a jerk and renewed hip thrusts.  By the seventh band, I was running out of sac to trap.  My balls looked like two plums glued at the end of a green striped pencil and I was certain I was going to go insane if I didn’t get my cock touched.  I would have rubbed my cock against sandpaper or shards of glass if it were placed near my thrusting hips. 

“Suga, I must say, this has been a fun hour, but your time is almost up.  Where would you like to spend your last load?”

I moaned into the pillow and with a foggy mind, tried to make sense of her words.  She kept talking.  She squeezed her breasts together.  She bent over.  She made a wanking motion with her hand. 

“Well, since you can’t decide, I guess it is house choice.  I choose, a blowjob.”

She slid between my thighs and sucked my plums.  At first, I was frustrated that she had missed the obvious target.  Then she licked up the rings, flicking each with her tongue.  Tracing the veins on my cock with her moist tongue, she arrived at the head and swallowed my shaft whole.  I thrust into the warm throat.  Her tongue ring was compressed between her chin and the first ring on my sac as I coated her tonsils with cream.  The springs in the bed beneath her head creaked as I jack hammered her skull with an orgasm Ill never forget.  I grew soft in her mouth and she spat me out. 

“Now lets finish up,” she said as she grabbed the small curved scissors from the briefcase.  I had often used them to get underneath the bands and carefully remove them without cutting the sensitive sac.  I begged her to hurry and cut them off.  I had never had the bands on this long, or this many. 

“Don’t worry Suga, I know, I know.” 

Snip

They bounced slightly as they hit the spring mattress.  I remember that.  One small green band remained at the top of my sac, just under my soft cock.  The other bands followed my plums as they bounced from the bed to the floor.  It was at that moment, I realized that I had picked the stupidest working girl from the line up.

A group of four of us couples likes to meet every two weeks for a friendly night of Bridge. We rotate among the various couple’s houses so as to spread out the hostess duty. Usually just snacks & drinks are provided, and the game is friendly – no money changes hands. We are all in our late thirties, and kids sometimes wander about the house as we play. Carol & Bill’s situation is different though. Whereas the rest of us have had all the kids we want already, they have no kids at all. This is the story of one night a year ago when we wound up at their house.

The games (two tables with two couples at each) were going well when the discussion got a little racy. When the first table had completed their hands, Carol & Bill had won, and were said to have “won a rubber” (standard Bridge term). Anyway, Carol commented that she had never needed a rubber with Ted, and began laughing. The other girls blushed, but soon joined in with raunchy jokes of their own. Carol then made a proposal.

“Let’s make things interesting girls. There are no children at this house, at least not yet (she winked). How about each couple makes love after their table finishes the first rubber. Then we’ll play again, and make love at the end of the next rubber, and repeat. The guys will wear out sooner than us girls, so the last man standing with a hard-on gets to choose any girl to bed down with for the rest of the night”. Carol looked excited by her own proposal. “Maybe I’ll get lucky tonight” she giggled.

Then my wife spoke up. “Only one winner? How about raising the stakes a little and make things really interesting. The girl who’s husband wins should also be a winner. She wins the balls of the husband who’s wife is being bedded by The Last Man Standing”. The men groaned a little. I could not believe my wife would put my balls in jeopardy this way, but the girls all “high-fived” and it was settled. Thank goodness I had taken a Viagra at the start of the evening, anticipating a fun night with my wife Sharon later.

Carol & Bill’s table had already completed their 1st rubber, so the two coupled stripped down and began cavorting on the floor. Carol was one sexy lady, and Bill seemed to be in ecstasy as she rode him to a nice climax. George and Sally went at it for 10 minutes before he erupted. Just about then, Sharon and I won the 1st rubber at our table, and we got down to business too. Jeremy and Alexis took up residence on the couch, and I must say I was impressed with his shlong and her nipples were taught and hard on ample breasts as he plowed her from behind. After a few minutes, all four of us guys were spent (and limp), so the girls brought out refreshments and we went on to the next Rubber.

After the second rubber, I had no trouble “standing up” and doing Sharon again. All four guys performed, although George looked pretty weak. At the end of the third rubber, George and Jeremy (with the long dong) were played out. Bill & I each got to go for another round. Thank goodness for Viagra. We paired up at one Bridge table, and Bill, Carol, Sharon and I played for all we were worth. The luck was with Sharon and me and we won another Rubber. But the Rubber did not take as long as I had hoped, and “old faithful” was not cooperating, even with a little hand holding from Sharon. Bill was The Last Man Standing. Then I got a shock. I felt sure he would select Alexis (her heaving breasts and taught nipples were amazing) and let Carol deactivate Jeremy’s long tool, but it was not to be so. “I’ve always wanted you Sharon” he said as he selected MY WIFE.

“This was a set-up” I cried.

“Don’t be a spoiled sport” Sharon replied, “you knew the rules, the risks, and the possible reward”.

Carol walked over to me and cupped her hand around my balls. “Tell you what Jim, I’ve always wanted kids, and Sharon always complained that you gave her too many. Maybe you’d like to take a shot at giving me one. How about if we drain your balls into me while Bill shoots blanks at Sharon”. I beamed at this suggestion. Then she dropped the hammer. “After you are drained, then I’ll claim my prize, and Sharon won’t have to worry about the pill or getting pregnant again.” The rest of the guests approved. George & Jeremy looked visibly relieved that they and their wives were not involved now.

Bill took Sharon to the couch, and began making love. She was still horny, and she wailed as he came in her the first time. She wound up spending the night in his bed, and sang out several more orgasms later in the evening I was told.

Carol then led me to her other couch and began working me over. As I said earlier, she has quite a nice body, and she got me rock hard pretty quickly. In spite of my previous orgasms, I still had spunk left which I poured into her. Her puss was so hot and tight, never having had to pass a baby through. After about a 30 minute wait, she brought out an elastrator and encircled my balls with the green band. The other three women gathered close to watch. Then she ratcheted down the band, and crimped the metal clip. OUCH. She gave an evil grin as my tool stood up again.

“Looks like Jimbo still has some good stuff in his prostate. What do you say girls? How about if I milk him one more time, and slice off his jewels just at the moment of his last cum?” Carol had the other three women so horny they were glistening between their legs. I could not believe that I was rock hard again. “It even looks like he is excited to have me harvest him” Carol laughed, and she settled down over my pole with her back to me. The rest of the girls were watching for the tell-tale signs of my cum as I tried desperately to hold back. I tried to muffle and groans and not let on that I was cumming, but a little white trickle oozing out of Carol’s womanhood gave me away.

“He’s cum! He’s cum!” they cried. Carol let out a guttural groan herself, then sliced my nuts away using a scalpel. My precious manhood plopped onto the couch cushions, and Carol lay back across me and sighed. “Got ‘em”. She had that wicked grin again.

“Thank you Carol” Sharon said. Then taking Bill’s hand, “Let’s head back to the bedroom. Good night folks, goodnight Jim, see you back home tomorrow”. The rest of the guests put their clothes back on, and began to say their goodbyes. I imagined there will be lots of bedroom groaning going that tonight, except in my bed. Carol helped me dress and took me home. “That was SO sexy” she said. I felt sick, and had to walk gingerly until the band fell off a few weeks later. .

Sharon came home the next day all chipper and happy. I was sullen, but she said she loved her little eunuch none the less. A couple of months later at another Bridge party, Carol stood up to make an announcement. “I’M PREGNANT”. We all knew that I was the father of her kid made with the last fruits of my testicles. She thanked Sharon and me. Sure enough, it was a set-up. Bill had taken Viagra and Cialis, and the night was selected to exactly coincide with Carol’s most fertile time. Bill & Carol had an argument a few weeks earlier. When she threatened to bed another guy to get pregnant, Bill hollered “I’ll make sure that any guy who screws you loses his balls in the bargain!” When Carol and Sharon were talking, the idea for a “special bridge party” sprang up, and the rest is history now. The “Last Man Standing” still comes over to our house occasionally when the kids are gone and Sharon is horny, and I visit Carol and her baby from time to time. I do miss my balls and orgasms though….

Jim Fox

jimfoxeu@hotmail.com

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I had always had the hots for some of my wife’s friends. I had no idea they had the hots for each other!

We had a little group of friends. We had been through many of life’s events together. Births, deaths, divorces, raising children and so on. Still, we had remained friends. We went to parties together. Nothing unusual happened at the parties, just drinks, laughs, and general fun. We even aged gracefully together. I’m sure that at some point I had made off-hand remarks to my wife about the girls. Anna, the dark haired beauty. Janet the read head. Christie the blonde. They were all nice looking, and I couldn’t help my natural male urges. Still, for 25 years, I had remained faithful.

My wife Maria was a nice looking gal herself. Long auburn hair, now turning grey fell down her back. We had raised our kids, and I was hoping for a fuller sex life. She seemed to have much less interest. Some arguments ensued. Nothing nasty, no violence, just some angry words & resentment. Once per week and a quick “poke & go” was just not very fulfilling to me, yet she needed nothing more. Sigh.

Soon my 50th birthday was approaching. Maria asked me what I wanted. As always, I requested a cake and unlimited wild sex. Usually I got the cake. This year would be different. “I promise” she said. I had no idea.

The big day arrived. Lots of balloons & gag gifts at the office. It was a fun Friday. Still, I could hardly wait to get home. Maria fixed a nice dinner, not too heavy, but nice. A chocolate cake made for a nice dessert. We went upstairs when she suggested I take a Viagra. “You’re gonna need it tonight” she said. Boy was I horny and excited. Maria asked me to take a bath. “Not too hot, we don’t want you to get sleepy now do we”. WHEW!

Half an hour later she came to our marital bed dressed in the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen her wear. She also had some cuffs & rope. “You wanted some wild sex, well tonight’s you’ll never forget!” She gently cuffed each wrist, not too tight, but enough that I could not begin to get free. She used a length of rope to tie my cuffed arms to the posters at the headboard. I was stretched, but not uncomfortably. There was quite a tent in my shorts. “These will have to come off, don’t you think?” With that she pulled them down over my feet. “We aren’t done yet birthday boy”, and she took the remaining cuffs and secured my ankles, roping them off to the foot of our bed. There I was, spread eagle naked with a hard-on stretching for the ceiling.

“Now for your special present. Wild, unlimited sex on your birthday”. With that she left the room for a minute. A minute later she returned. “Ready” she asked? I told her I can hardly wait. “SURPRISE” she called, and with that, in walked Anna, Janet & Christie – all in really sexy lingerie. I could hardly contain myself as they all four sat on the bed around me. One was stroking my member, one fondling my balls, one tweaking my nipples. I was in heaven. Then Maria spoke.

“Honey, tonight is one you will remember always, but not just for the sex. Yes, you’ll get to experience each of these women’s special talents that they have used on their husbands for years. You get to choose the sequence – which lady to start with, which to finish. But make your selection carefully because when you have come for the 3rd time, I will surgically remove your balls.”

Christie? Janet? Anna? “Whatever your wife says, sorry. Which of us do you wish to enjoy first?” I selected Janet. I had never even seen a red head, and she was a natural. Within minutes she was on me, bouncing up & down and occasionally flipping around with her back to me. I didn’t last long. As I howled in pleasure, she leaned forward and bit my nipples. I went into orbit, and unloaded deep in her womanhood. The girls seemed pleased. Anna asked to clean out her friend’s passage. Janet cried out in orgasm, while I developed another hard-on.

“Nice” was all that Christie could say as she took my member into her mouth. She was rumored to be the blow-job queen. Maria had told me. Just the thought made me mad with desire. Now I was finding out for myself. Her tongue work was exquisite as she used one hand to pump my shaft and the other to knead my balls. “Need to feel these while they are still attached” she said. Ouch. I took a bit longer, but soon exploded down her throat. She swallowed the whole load, deep throating as she did so. Nothing had ever felt so good in my life. Unfortunately, nothing else ever would again. Sob.

When Christie finished with me, she went to my wife and caressed her, stroking her hair and working her way down to Maria’s heaven spot. Soon Maria was moaning as Christie used her expert tongue to push my cum up into my wife’s cavity. “This is the last load of his you’ll have to take” she said as Maria went over the edge of ecstasy.

I was almost hard again when the raven haired Anna sat beside me and took my member into her soft hand. “Just one to go my friend” she said, baiting me with the time. It was after 11 PM. “We need to finish him on his birthday, girls! And aren’t you sorry you took that Viagra? But if you can hold out until midnight, we might spare you. After all, tomorrow isn’t your birthday, today is”. With that all 4 women gathered around me and worked me over until I was rock hard. They all looked so pleased.

Anna lowered herself onto my shaft. Slowly she slipped me into her secret pleasures. With artistic movements that I could hardly describe, she slid up and down. “My husband used to really enjoy this, and so do my lovers. Remember Councilman Graves? He used to beg for this. And Senator Hargrave coughed up jewelry after each session. You’ll be giving up your balls! How sweet”. I was sweating. 11:30. Who could hold out much longer? Not me. With all of her seductive talk, I blew my last load. The girl’s squealed in delight. “GOTCHA”. Smiles all around.

Christie got out “the kit”. Her job was to shave me. As she did so, Anna approached Janet to take her pleasure. Janet had Anna in knots very quickly. Christie had me bald.

Then Christie spoke up. “Just one more formality. You need to taste the pussy of the woman who will un-man you. I put your cum in her a little while ago, now you get to taste your combined juices for the last time. After this you will have little interest in pussy; hers, ours, or anybody else’s”. Maria lowered herself to my face. I was uncertain about exactly what she wanted. I must have done alright though, since soon Maria was crying out as she mashed herself against my face. “Oh look, he’s getting hard again”. “Custer’s last stand I suppose” and other comments filled the room as Maria’s juices filled my mouth.

Time for the grand finale. It was 11:50. Maria took the scalpel from Christie. Anna put her mouth over one of my nipples, Janet over the other. Christie took my shaft into her expert mouth. “It’s OK to scream, you need to get it out as I take them out” Maria said, and the scalpel did it’s job. I pleaded, but to no avail. My balls were in my wife’s pretty hands, then transferred into a jar of formaldehyde.

WHY?? I asked. The girls just dressed and drifted out of the room. Shhhh dear, you must understand. You are number three. All four of our husbands turn 50 within a couple of months of each other. Anna’s is next. Remember last Tuesday night when I was out so late? Christie’s John lost it that night. Gregg was a month ago. Keep this a secret, or we’ll be back for your dick. 50 years just seemed like enough to us.

I felt sorry for Mark, his birthday was just a week away. But I kept my silence. And Maria gets what she wanted: less sex, at least with me. So be careful what present you ask for!

Jim Fox

wife Sharon and I married young. We were also both pretty religious, so we saved our virginity for the wedding night. I still remember that first night. Oh boy did she feel good! I must have cum in a matter of seconds. She seemed surprised by how fast I came, but never complained. However as time went along, she began to gripe. I think she must have been talking with friends. “You never last long enough for me to have a good time. I want to cum too!” she would say. I tried to hold off, but just could not seem to control myself. Her pussy just felt SO good that I never lasted long after slipping in.

The griping from my dear wife continued and just got worse. “I wish I had not saved my cherry for YOU. Maybe if I’d had some experiences before, then I’d never have wound up with such a fast cummer for a husband!” she said. “Other guys cum fast too, I’m sure. Their balls boil over as fast as mine do” I replied. I really wanted our marriage to work out, and that last comment gave me an idea. “Tell you what, why don’t you tie a string around my balls when we start and see if that stops them from boiling over so fast”. She was willing to try.

That night she tied the string tightly, and it hurt a little. We snuggled up and I slid deep inside her. The pain was not too bad, but it did delay things a little. She still didn’t cum, not even close. When the argument started up again, I tried a last ditch effort. I just wasn’t convinced that other guys lasted any longer when it felt so good to me. I gave her a challenge. “Go find somebody else, bring him home, and try it with him. I’ll bet he won’t last any longer. I’ll time you. That way you’ll also be convinced that you didn’t miss out on anything by saving your virginity for me”. Sharon added to the challenge. “OK” she said, “I’ll pick the guy, bring him home, and you get to watch. But, we tie you up in the chair so we don’t have a fist fight. In fact, I’ll tie the string around your balls too so you don’t cum while watching”. I thought I detected a sly smile, but ignored it and agreed. “I’ll cut the string loose after he cums” she promised.

The next Friday night Sharon came home from work with a new bounce in her step. “Tonight’s the night honey” she announced. “Bill is coming over at 7:00”. Bill was one of her co-workers. We both took a shower, and she tied me up in the chair – naked and with a raging hard-on. Soon the door bell rang and Bill came into the room with Sharon. They fell all over each other as if they had done this before, and in no time had shed their clothes and began making out on the bed. After 15 minutes of foreplay, Sharon got up and tied the string around my balls. It was tight, and hurt a little. Bill then entered her and began pounding hard. My chair was mid way up the bed, and Sharon began fondling my balls as Bill continued his thrusting. I couldn’t believe how long he lasted – it must have been five minutes before Sharon began wailing in orgasm and Bill exploded deep in my wife’s pussy. My balls were hurting pretty badly before she leaned over and cut the string with a pair of scissors. They both collapsed in each other’s arms and snuggled in an afterglow that I had never shared with her. She looked very satisfied.

“OK so some guys can last longer than me, but MULTIPLE ORGASMS?” Sharon seemed happy that I had agreed to let her take a lover that night, but now she wanted more. “Just once more while we are man & wife” she pleaded. She assured me that she had no desire for divorce. I reluctantly agreed. Again on a Friday night the party began. She tied me tightly into the chair and made sure I was within arm’s reach. Then Bill arrived. The foreplay ensued, and then my balls were tied up again. This time though Bill seemed to take his time during intercourse. Again after five minutes, my balls hurt and Sharon began to wail, but Bill did not lose control. He just slowed down and let her recover a bit before he began the next round of thrusting. After 15 minutes my balls hurt like hell. I told her so, and Sharon did say they were looking deep purple, but she lost interest and began crying out again in a second orgasm. The ache was almost unbearable now as Sharon fondled my balls. “Poor dear, they have turned black” she commented, but Bill had not cum yet. More than 30 minutes had passed before Sharon bucked wildly and screamed out her third orgasm. That was too much for Bill, and he groaned loudly and emptied his load deep in her womb. Strangely my balls did not seem to be hurting so much any more.

Bill rolled off of Sharon, exhausted from nearly 45 of love making push-ups. She stood up and approached the chair where I and my balls were still tied. Rather than cutting the string, instead she directed her pussy right over my rock hard penis. She lowered her sloppy womanhood right down to my crotch, and swallowed my manhood inside her. “What are you doing?” Bill asked. “Why I’m giving him his last fuck as a man silly” she replied. Looking at me she said “Poor dear. This is our last time together in nuptial bliss as man and wife. Your poor balls are now cold and dead. After tonight, we are Eunuch and wife. Tomorrow Bill will be moving in and will share my bedroom. You will stay here as my faithful eunuch, sleeping in the guest room”. With that I came – and once again way too fast. It was my last time.

Bill has treated my wife well. I hear her wail a couple of times a week, so I know she is being satisfied in bed. I’ve lost interest in sex any more, but I still love Sharon and am proud to introduce her as my wife. Today she told me that she is expecting now, and I can hardly wait to see who the baby favors – Sharon or Bill. I guess I wish that we had lasted long enough as “husband & wife” for me to have fathered a child, but I guess my balls just couldn’t be kept from boiling over too soon. Bummer….

Jim Fox

jimfoxeu@hotmail.com