8 comments/ 117463 views/ 11 favorites Our Friend Nelly, the Preacher By: ddwriter This story is based on an actual incident that occurred around 1980. I have altered some identifying information to protect the anonymity of my wife "Lynn," our friend "Nelly," and me, "Ben." The experience of that Saturday afternoon has spawned many masturbation fantasies for the past 25 years, and so I've added a few details from my imagination to spice it up a bit. A very few very close friends may be able to recognize us in the story, but if they are Literotica readers, I don't really mind if they do. Lynn and I were about 30 at the time, Nelly was a year or so younger. Lynn and Nelly had become friends while getting their master's degrees in counseling psychology. Lynn went on for her Ph.D. at a university in Connecticut, where she and I met. Nelly, being a Christian, worked as a youth minister at a church for awhile before entering the Master of Divinity degree (M.Div.) program at Yale University, which she finished about the time of this story. She was working as an assistant minister at the time. Lynn and I are atheists, and playfully refer to ourselves as "infidels." We three had many thought-provoking conversations about religion and theology, without making any effort to "convert" anyone else to our own way of thinking – Nelly is the only Christian I've ever met who was able to do that. We lived in Connecticut at the time of this story, but have since moved west. Lynn and Nelly are both petite women with trim figures. Lynn is 5' 2" and Nelly an inch or two shorter. Lynn is busty (a source of great pleasure for me, and for her, since she enjoys my enjoyment of her bountiful breasts). Nelly's breasts (as I found on the occasion being related here) are smaller, but beautifully shaped. Nelly always dressed conservatively, wearing loose clothes and baggy tops that hid her very attractive figure – an unfortunate consequence of Christian guilt about her sexuality. Her most noticeable characteristic was her face – she had had severe acne as a teenager, which left her face pock-marked. She also had had an eye injury as a child, which resulted in some additional facial disfigurement. Feeling unattractive, and being repressed about her sexuality, Nelly had never seriously dated anyone. My hypothesis, which I once shared with her and which she did not deny, was that her involvement in the church and pursuit of a career as a minister was a way to avoid dealing with her fears of inadequacy due to unattractiveness, and her ambivalence about sexuality. Still, as Lynn and I were to discover, Nelly had a secret fantasy life that was richly sexual. Lynn and I, on the other hand, were unabashed about our sexuality. We had been together about two years at the time – we later married and now have two children. We had sex on a whim, whenever either of us expressed an interest . . . which was often. We went to Misquamicut, Rhode Island, several times each summer for the nude beach there. I have an unusually long penis (eleven inches erect, five to seven inches flaccid, depending on how cold the water is) which dangles and flops from side to side when I walk unclothed, along with my low-hanging testicles in their loose sac. Part of our pleasure on the nude beach was watching others' reactions to seeing us as we strolled along the water's edge. I loved seeing men stare lustfully at Lynn's large, soft, swaying breasts with nearly silver-dollar sized light brown nipples, and she loved seeing women stare disbelievingly at my dangling penis and testicles. We joked that putting each other on display for others to ogle hungrily was our foreplay; we would later rush back to our motel room and feast on each other's bodies. We also participated in nude massage parties where six to twelve couples would meet at someone's home for a potluck dinner followed by everyone getting naked and taking turns giving massages. Typically, two or three couples would share a massage table, each individual being the recipient of a 20-minute massage by the others' well-oiled hands. For the first ten minutes the recipient was face down, and the second ten minutes face up. Except for rolling over when cued, the recipient was to be completely passive and silent. Lynn's petite form and large breasts, and my over-sized genitals made us favorite massage partners. Breasts and genitals were treated just like any other part of the body, not as explicitly sexual organs, and so were freely touched during the massage as were shoulders and thighs. Inevitably, sexual arousal occurred, although it didn't lead to intercourse – at least during the party. Each couple no doubt exercised their arousal as soon as they got home. Lynn and I always did. Despite the norm of regarding all body parts equally, the other men at our table always enjoyed massaging Lynn's breasts, and the other women enjoyed massaging my genitals, which usually produced an erection. Although we didn't talk while a massage was in process, playful remarks were often uttered at the end of my massage about the size of my erect penis. My masseuses commented about the difficulty they were having in "relaxing my tubular muscle" that apparently was "in painful spasm" despite their valiant efforts to "work out its obvious tension." Sometimes the slick, oily hands of two or three women stroking my erection at the same time produced the predictable result: my contribution of a quantity of additional slick fluid to the viscous mix in their hands. Lynn eventually proposed masturbation games and contests for the women to perform on the men after all massages had been completed. Some couples preferred to only watch. I was an eager participant, however, and Lynn enjoyed putting "her" cock on display for other women's enjoyment. She devised devilishly creative contests, putting the other women into competition for who could most sensitively judge when my ejaculation was about to erupt. She showed them how to hold my balls firmly in one hand, hooking the index finger of the "ball hand" around the base of my penis, and stroking my shaft slowly and deliberately with the other – the "cock hand" – in order to know when to halt stimulation just in the nick of time. Lynn had perfected the art of bringing me to the very precipice of ejaculation, sensing my impending orgasm by the involuntary retraction of my balls and the sudden hardening of the base of my penis as semen began to enter my shaft. She then paused, keeping me in exquisite arousal, teasing me mercilessly until she was ready to let me erupt. Sometimes the game involved making me guess a number between one and ten before each round. If I guessed the correct number, she (or her understudy) would continue stroking until I had a complete orgasm. If I guessed a wrong number, she would slowly stroke me to the brink, then stop abruptly, saying, "Sorry, wrong number. Guess again." After a minute or so of making my throbbing cock "suffer" without more stimulation, on display to all observers, she would repeat the process. I would never know if I had guessed the correct number until she finally let me ejaculate. She and the other women seemed to enjoy watching my emotional intensity as my orgasm swept through my convulsing body. Other women in the massage group were eager students of Lynn's cock-teasing techniques, and I was a favorite "victim." Lynn would usually ask one woman to stand at the head of the table, leaning forward so her breasts hung directly over my face, while another woman practiced the cock-teasing technique. Sometimes I was allowed to fondle her hanging breasts and suck on her nipples while my genitals were receiving "the treatment"; other times, I was instructed to remain completely passive, my "consolation prize" for guessing the wrong number being to fondle the breasts that happened to be over my face until the women exchanged places and I made another attempt to guess the correct number. I always suspected that it didn't matter whether I guessed the right number or not – Lynn and the other women just kept "torturing" me until they decided to finally give me release from my torment. Of course, I loved being the "victim" in these torture games. Lynn and I became close friends with one of the couples we met in the massage group and occasionally would exchange partners for sex. Other than that, we weren't really "swingers." Now you have some of the background leading to our experience with Nelly that is the basis of this story. Lynn and Nelly were close friends who regularly met for lunch and got together on other occasions. I was included sometimes, and felt fully accepted by the two women. In fact, it often seemed that they engaged in very frank "girl talk," hardly noticing my presence. I enjoyed being present and generally didn't intrude into their exchanges unless my input was invited. Being single, Nelly still lived with her parents in a nice home in the countryside of eastern Connecticut with a secluded pool set among dense trees in the back yard. On the occasion described here, her parents were vacationing in Europe and Nelly had the house to herself. She invited Lynn and me over for a Saturday at the pool. Lynn wore a bikini that showed many of her charms. I wore, as usual, a bulky pair of trunks to hide the eleven-inch erections that I frequently get when I'm around Lynn in her bikini. Nelly wore a much more conservative two-piece bathing suit. It was a sunny and unusually warm afternoon. Between dips in the pool, we sat at a table under an umbrella, sipping an occasional beer. The conversation turned to Nelly's social life, her lack of a boyfriend, and her sense of hopelessness about ever finding one. She admitted to being attracted to men, although she was still a virgin and had had virtually no experience, never even having kissed a man. Nevertheless, she admitted with a shy smile, "I have a vivid fantasy life." Lynn, a skilled counselor and interviewer, asked Nelly to elaborate on what she finds attractive about men and to say more about her fantasies. Her somewhat evasive answer finally led to a surprising admission: "I like penises," she said quietly. "I think about them a lot, and think I would like to 'get acquainted' with one some day." She looked at me sheepishly, seeming to have just realized that I was present. With some embarrassment, she asked me, "Does that surprise you, Ben, that a preacher-woman would be interested in penises?" "No, not at all," I replied. "Seems completely natural to me." Lynn picked up the questioning. "What is it about penises that interests you, Nelly?" Feeling more comfortable, Nelly answered, "I'm intrigued by how they get big, and spurt semen – not that I've ever seen one do it. And the bigger the better. I have a fantasy about being in control of a man's huge penis, where I have the power to decide when to let him have an orgasm that he desperately wants. He's tied up and I tease him for a long time, increasing his desire. He gets more and more needy, begging me for release. Then, when I'm ready to watch the show, I masturbate him slowly until he spurts." She paused, looking down, seeming ashamed about what she had just said. "Oh, I shouldn't be talking about this. I don't even know what I'm talking about. I don't know anything about male sexuality except what I've read in books. I don't even know for sure how to make a man ejaculate. I'm just being silly." While Nelly was speaking, Lynn looked at me quizzically, raising her eyebrows in a questioning gesture. I knew exactly what she was asking. I shrugged and nodded my consent, indicating approval of her yet-unspoken idea. Nelly looked up and saw our nonverbal exchange, glancing back and forth between us. "What?" she asked. "What's that about? Do you think I'm crazy?" Lynn leaned forward toward Nelly, asking earnestly, "Would you like to see Ben's penis?" "Oh, no! Of course not!" Nelly answered emphatically. "That wouldn't be right. You two have a special relationship, and I wouldn't do anything to interfere with that. I love you guys as friends." "I wouldn't mind," assured Lynn. "And Ben wouldn't either, would you Ben?" "Absolutely not," I replied with evident interest in the prospect of introducing our friend Nelly to the world of male sexuality. "Nelly, Ben and I would like to help you with this. It would be a special gift that we could give you. After all, do you know anyone else you could talk to about this?" Lynn was persuasive. "No. There's no one I can talk to as openly as I do with you two," Nelly replied quietly. "But it would be too embarrassing." "Ben has a really big one," Lynn said, teasingly. This seemed to pique Nelly's interest. "How big?" she asked, looking toward me. "He's eleven inches long when erect," answered Lynn on my behalf. "Wow! I thought they were about six inches." "That's average," explained Lynn. "But Ben's is anything but average. Would you like to see it?" Her offer was irresistible. Nelly sat in silence, looking back and forth between Lynn and me, seeking some reason to reject Lynn's offer. She found none. "Ben, sweetie, how about standing up and dropping your trunks?" Lynn proposed. After a respectable pause of a few seconds, enough to allow Nelly to intervene with a change of mind, I said, "OK." I slowly stood up, untied the drawstring at my waist, and began to lower my trunks. I was flaccid, but lengthening a bit in anticipation of proudly showing Nelly my equipment. The waist of my trunks gradually lowered, first revealing my pubic hair, then the top inch or so of the base of my penis, then the top four inches and the beginning of my scrotum. A bit lower and I paused, only the head of my circumcised penis remaining on the agenda. Seated, Nelly's eyes were transfixed on the revelation taking place about three feet in front of her face. Her mouth hung open in anticipation. "Do you want me to continue?" I asked, wanting to be sure she still approved of what was happening. "Yes," she croaked weakly, her throat dry from the excitement. I let my trunks drop to the ground and stepped out of them. I stood in front of Nelly, stark naked, her eyes glued on my genitals. She swallowed hard, and looked up at my face. "I'm sorry, I should be staring. It's just so beautiful." "It's OK," I replied. "Look all you like. It's nice to be appreciated." I moved my feet apart a little, clasped my hands behind my back, and twisted my body gently from side to side, causing my dangling genitals to sway back and forth. Nelly's eyes returned to the display in front of her. She licked her dry lips. My penis was lengthening as she stared at it. I looked over to Lynn, who was watching our exchange with intense interest. We quickly exchanged agreement with a glance. "Would you like to touch it?" Lynn invited Nelly. "Uh, I don't know . . ." stammered Nelly. "Maybe that's too much for Ben. It looks like it's getting bigger. Won't he just feel frustrated?" Lynn understood what her friend wanted. "Ben, step forward so she can touch" she instructed. I complied, moving forward so my now-horizontal penis was about a foot from Nelly's face. Nelly seemed immobilized, not moving, only staring. "Go ahead," urged Lynn. "See what if feels like." Nelly slowly raised her right hand toward my cock, now standing at full attention, 45 degrees from vertical. She lightly touched the shaft with one finger, then moved her hand slowly around, touching it from its base to its tip, pushing it to one side and watching it return to center. "Can I feel your testicles too? I understand they can be easily hurt." "You can explore everything," I replied. "I'll let you know if anything you do hurts. But don't worry, you're not even close." With that assurance, Nelly felt my balls with her left hand and put her right hand around my shaft. She gently rolled my balls around inside their sac while slowly moving her right hand up and down the shaft. I was now completely hard. "Do you masturbate?" she asked, before interrupting herself. "Oh, that's a really personal question. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that." "Yes, sometimes," I answered. "It feels really good for you to stroke me like that." With that permission, Nelly stroked my shaft more assertively. Soon some precum leaked out. She immediately withdrew her hands, leaving my throbbing cock bobbing in the air in front of her face, dripping its juice. "Is that your semen?" she asked, fearing that she had made me ejaculate against my wishes – I remembered some bible verse about the "sin" of "spilling seed upon on the ground" and wondered whether Nelly may be feeling that senseless Christian guilt. Lynn spoke up. "Nelly, how about if I show you a few things about men's genitals? Ben, lie down. Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head. I'll help Nelly learn about men." Lynn took charge, not really asking for my permission, nor Nelly's, to proceed. Of course, she knew I did not object. I laid down on a large comfortable pad in the shade and did as I was told. I knew that my job now was to remain silent and let Lynn do the instructing, using my genitals as her teaching tools. Lynn sat down cross-legged on one side of my body and gestured to Nelly to sit on the other. They scooted forward so they both could easily reach my cock and balls. For several minutes Lynn encouraged Nelly to touch, fondle, and manipulate my genitals, demonstrating how firmly she can hold and squeeze testicles without hurting them. She also demonstrated how firmly to grip my cock while stroking up and down so that the skin moves up and over the ridge around its head. She explained that the ridge is like a "trigger" that makes ejaculation happen, and encouraged Nelly to practice stroking it. A couple of times I felt the early signs of an orgasm beginning to occur deep in my groin, but Lynn skillfully paused the stimulation to prevent ejaculation Nelly was intrigued. "It is SOOO big," she exclaimed. "Even bigger than my dildo!" She suddenly realized that she admitted to having a dildo, which implied that she masturbated by inserting a cock-like object into her vagina. "Oh, my, I didn't mean to say that." She blushed vividly. "I REALLY didn't mean to say that!" Lynn reassured her, normalizing the fact that women use dildos to masturbate. "I've got one too. Mine has a vibrator in it, does yours?" "Uh, . . . yes . . ." Nelly answered hesitantly. "Look, guys, I really didn't mean to let that slip. I'm SOOO embarrassed." "Hey, it's completely OK. I know it's really personal, but Ben and I are truly comfortable with sexuality. You have nothing to be embarrassed about with us. Anyway, I'd like to see your dildo. Let's compare it with the real thing, OK?" "Well, I guess so. This feels really weird. Are you sure it's not too crazy?" Nelly hesitated. "Not at all," Lynn answered. "Go get your dildo." With a shrug, Nelly stood up and went into the house. While she was away, Lynn unsnapped her bikini top and took it off, letting her bountiful breasts free into the open air. I smiled approvingly. "Maybe this will encourage Nelly to do the same," Lynn said, knowing that I would approve. Nelly returned holding a pillowcase containing her "toys." She glanced furtively at Lynn's bare breasts, but didn't say anything. Lynn said, "It's hot, so I took off my top. OK with you? Feel free to do the same. Ben won't mind." She winked to me. Nelly sat down. "No, I'm comfortable. Besides, Ben wouldn't want to see me topless. You're so beautiful." Lynn prompted me with a glance. "I'd love to see you topless," I reassured her, trying to imagine how her breasts and nipples look. "No . . . not now," Nelly replied. The hint of a possible future caused my throbbing cock to bounce involuntarily. She reached in the pillowcase and slowly pulled out a large life-like flesh-colored dildo with prominent veins along the shaft. It looked like it had been molded on a human model. A condom fell out too, which she quickly put back into the bag. "Well, here's my boyfriend," she handed the dildo to Lynn, shyly holding it by its base. Our Friend Nelly, the Preacher Lynn took it by the shaft without a hint of embarrassment. She stood up, held it at her groin, pointing outward from her body as if were attached to her body. "Do you mind if I stroke your boyfriend's cock?" she asked playfully, as she pumped the dildo vigorously with her hand, pretending to be a male masturbating. We all laughed. "Let's compare it with Ben's, OK?" she proposed. "You stroke the real thing until it's as big as it can get. Then we'll see whose boyfriend is bigger." Nelly complied, using her recently practiced cock-stroking skills to return my erection to its full eleven inches. Lynn then placed the dildo alongside my hard cock. I was about two inches longer. "Ben wins!" exclaimed Lynn playfully as the two women appraised the two cocks standing erect in front of them. "What's with the condom?" Lynn asked, referring to the accidental spillage. "I didn't mean for you to see that. I've never really used one, of course. I just wanted to see how they go on a penis." "Let's practice putting the condom on the real thing," Lynn suggested. "Do you have two? I'll put one on Ben first, to demonstrate some of the finer points, then you can do the second one. Knowing how to put on a condom might come in handy someday. OK?" Lynn proceeded to open the package with her teeth, find the side of the condom to roll down, and got it ready. Then she matter-of-factly grasped my cock, pulled it toward her face, leaned over, and put her mouth on it moving her tongue and lips around the head for several seconds. Nelly gasped, never having seen fellatio and maybe not even ever having thought about it. Lynn explained, "Sometimes it's helpful to moisten the head of the penis before putting on the condom." She rolled the condom all the way out, finding that my erect penis was a few inches longer than the fully unrolled condom. She finally displayed her handiwork, waving my cock in the air. "Now it's ready for action." "Feel the slickness around the head of his penis," she demonstrated by squeezing and rolling it between her fingers. "When a condom is dry, it's not as comfortable for the man. The condom needs to be able to slide over the sensitive skin of his cockhead, like this." She guided Nelly's hand to do the same. Demonstration completed, Lynn rolled the condom up and off the tip of my cock. "OK, Nelly, your turn." "I can't believe you put his penis in your mouth!" Nelly exclaimed. "Isn't it dirty? I could never do that!" "You don't have to do it, of course, but it's helpful for the man when you don't have a lubricated condom. I just want to show you all the tricks, in case you ever need to know them. And, no, it's not dirty. But you could wash Ben's penis off first, though, if you would like. You could rinse it off with some beer, then lick it off." Lynn's creativity was finding an outlet. Nelly's resistance subsided, the "licking the beer off" idea providing an excuse to try something that was otherwise out of the question. "I can't believe I'm about to do this!" She held a bottle of beer with one hand while holding my penis to one side, then poured the cold liquid onto the head. The coldness caused my erection to soften. "Why is it getting smaller?" Nelly asked. Lynn replied, "Coldness can do that to a guy. But I'll bet if you put it in your mouth and move it around a while, it'll get big again," glancing slyly at me. "OK, here goes," said Nelly, lowering her head toward my waiting cock and opening her mouth to let it in. She was very tentative at first, but gradually put her mouth completely around the head and repeated what she had seen Lynn do. As predicted, my erection returned to its full size as Nelly licked and sucked the beer off. She seemed in no hurry to stop. After a minute or so of her first experience with fellatio, Nelly raised her head. "Wow, that's amazing," she murmured. "Feeling the head get bigger and firmer in my mouth was awesome!" Lynn just smiled, like a proud teacher of a successful student. Nelly continued, "But don't you have to be careful not to let him ejaculate in your mouth?" Lynn answered, "Actually, I like to do that sometimes. I like the taste of his semen, and I REALLY like feeling him get excited and then explode in my mouth. And Ben loves it, so it's nice to give him pleasure. Would you like to try it?" "Uh, no, not now. Maybe never. That just seems too gross." Nelly wasn't ready. Lynn sensed it was time to move to the next stage of Nelly's initiation. "I'm remembering the fantasy you told us about, about controlling a man's orgasm, teasing him without letting him ejaculate until you decide you want him to. Would you like to fulfill that fantasy?" "Oh, I couldn't do that for real to Ben. That's just a fantasy about some imaginary man who didn't have real feelings." Lynn looked toward me, "Ben, what do you think? Would you mind letting Nelly tease you that way?" She knew the answer, of course, but wanted Nelly to hear it from me. I nodded approval. "I can participate too, Nelly, so you'll know we're not doing anything to hurt Ben. After all, I know him pretty well. I won't let it get too 'hard' for him, pardon the pun!" Lynn removed the last of Nelly's objections. "Well, it would certainly be interesting. I just can't believe you two are doing all this for me. You are SUCH good friends!" Nelly's eyes moistened with emotion. Lynn gave her friend a hug. Lynn set up the scenario to act out Nelly's fantasy. "OK, Ben, here's the deal. Imagine that you are tied up and can't move. Keep your fingers clasped behind your head." Lynn sat cross-legged between my legs, forcing them wide apart, leaving my throbbing cock and aching balls exposed to the two women who were about to administer the "torture." Lynn proceeded to demonstrate for Nelly the technique she has used at our massage groups, grasping my testicles with one hand, stroking my cock with the other, sensing when an orgasm is imminent, all the while narrating for Nelly what she was doing and coaching her on the finer points of torturing a man with his own sexual desire. She then instructed Nelly to take over. Nelly sat between my wide-spread legs and followed Lynn's teachings. She had learned well, keeping a perfectly firm grip on my balls, pulling them away from my body with exactly the right amount of pressure, sensing with her index finger of the "ball hand" when semen was about to enter the base of my cock, listening to my breathing and my groans of desperation to be allowed to come. "Isn't this hurting you, Ben? Do you want me to stop?" Nelly asked. Lynn quickly interjected, reminding her that I was here to allow her to act out her fantasy of teasing and controlling a huge cock. I tried to stay quiet, despite my intense frustration and urgent desire to erupt. During the torture, precum dripped copiously from the tip of my cock. "Would you like to taste it?" offered Lynn just before putting her mouth on my cockhead and sucking off my juice. This time Nelly didn't need further encouragement. Every couple of minutes Nelly pulled my cockhead back toward her face, lowered her head, and enveloped my penis in her mouth, licking and sucking to remove my fluid, taking care to keep her ball-hand tuned in to signals of impending ejaculation. Once Lynn was satisfied that Nelly was fully in control of my orgasm, she moved around on all fours to straddle my chest with her arms, facing Nelly seated between my legs as she administered my velvet torture. In this position, her magnificent bare breasts were suspended inches above my face, just out of reach of my tongue. I could only gaze hungrily at her delicious flesh while Nelly stroked me to near-orgasm. When Nelly had stimulated me to the danger-point, she paused. Lynn said, "OK, Ben, I'll let you have a snack while you cool down." She lowered her breasts to my waiting mouth, allowing me to suck hungrily. Holding a firm and steady grip on my throbbing, vertical cock, Nelly watched intently as I sucked Lynn's nipples – I wondered if she wanted me to do that for her. After several near-ejaculations, Lynn proposed, "Nelly, would you like to play a game that would allow Ben to win a prize?" "What kind of game?" Nelly asked. "Let's see if he has enough self-control to hold still enough so that a bottle of beer resting on his stomach doesn't topple over before you've completed his next torture session." (This is a contest that Lynn and I sometimes still play to decide about something that we disagree about, like what movie to watch or which restaurant to go to. If she can make the bottle fall over in ten minutes simply by stimulating me, she wins. If I can stay still enough to prevent it from falling, I win. Of course, we immediately have sex, so we both actually win! One time, she REALLY wanted to have her way, so she stroked me until I actually started to ejaculate and then totally stopped touching me, taunting me to stay still while semen oozed from my cock – there was no way I could stay still when my orgasm was interrupted just as it began!) "OK, what's the prize?" Nelly seemed interested. "Ben, what prize would you like?" Lynn asked. "I really need to come," I groaned. "Sorry, not yet, if ever. Nelly may let you come when she's ready – that's up to her. Remember, she's in control of your orgasm today. Can you think of another prize?" My most desperate desire was denied. I noticed a look of delight on Nelly's face as her fantasy was being played out, being in control of a huge cock. I felt her grip tighten on my testicles – the phrase "having a man by the balls" came to my mind, and I wondered if it did also to hers. I knew what Lynn was getting at. "OK, how about if Nelly takes off her top and you and she trade places." "Nelly, how about it?" Lynn asked. "OK, if Ben can control himself that well, then he deserves a little treat." Nelly was getting into the game. I suspected she secretly wanted to feel my mouth sucking on her nipples too, as she had observed with Lynn's. Lynn placed a bottle of beer on my solar plexus, taking care to balance it carefully. Nelly then resumed slowly torturing me while Lynn teased my face with her hanging breasts and hard nipples. I failed to prevent the bottle from tipping the first try, being unable to keep my stomach muscles from convulsing when Nelly stopped stroking me just moments before I would have ejaculated. She seemed to enjoy her triumph, her eyes sparkling as she watched my engorged cockhead pulsing in the air, her cock hand firmly gripping its base while her ball hand squeezed firmly. I couldn't help thrusting forward, seeking just one more moment of stimulation. The beer fell off my stomach. On the second try, however, I succeeded. "Well, you win the prize Ben," declared Lynn. She signaled to Nelly. Nelly stood up, standing between my legs, gazed steadily into my hungering eyes, and reached beyond her back and unhooked her top. She gradually lowered it, stopping just as the tops of her dark nipples came into view. She seemed to enjoy teasing me by revealing her breasts slowly. Finally, she stood topless before me. Her breasts were beautiful, perfectly shaped, with large dark nipples. They were puckered and erect. Nelly seemed to be searching my eyes for signs of disapproval, but found none. Confident that I approved of her bare breasts, she playfully put her hands on her hips, placed one foot on my pelvis beside my penis, adopting the stance of a conquering heroine. We all laughed. Nelly and Lynn then traded places, Lynn settling in between my legs to take over my torment, and Nelly holding her breasts over my face. Lynn began her torture of my genitals with unparalleled skill. When she paused, stopping my orgasm with only moments to spare, she looked expectantly at Nelly. Taking her cue, Nelly lowered her breasts to my face, allowing me to kiss, suck, and nuzzle them for several minutes. In this position, her face was only inches from the tip of my throbbing, pulsing, aching cock, bobbing helplessly in the air. She watched it intently as my sucking her nipples heightened my frustration even more. But I couldn't resist feasting on her fabulous chest. Whether on signal from Lynn or entirely on her own, Nelly moved toward my cock and took it into her mouth, licking off my precum. In this position, the crotch of her swimsuit bottoms were directly over my face, completely drenched with her juices. Lynn decided it was time for another idea: "Nelly, would you like to trade dildos? I could use yours and you could use mine." "What do you mean? Did you bring yours?" Nelly didn't yet understand Lynn's proposal. Lynn looked toward my cock, guiding Nelly's eyes to it with her own. Nelly finally comprehended her meaning. "Oh, no, I couldn't do that. He's your boyfriend. That just wouldn't be right. That would be adultery." "It's OK with me. In fact, I want to give his penis to you as a gift . . . actually, just as a loan for a little while – you have to give it back, slightly used. Ben, would you mind?" . . . another of Lynn's rhetorical questions. "Is the Pope Jewish?" I replied. "So, it's settled," Lynn continued, not letting Nelly object. "I want to try that vibrating dildo of yours. My dildo doesn't vibrate, but it feels good anyway." I didn't mind being referred to as a dildo, under these circumstances. "But I'm afraid it might hurt. It's so big," Nelly said, assessing its size with her eyes. "I suggest you keep him on the bottom so you have complete control over how deeply he enters you. Ben, you stay completely still. Let her do the moving. Don't thrust into her. Can you do that?" Lynn knew exactly what was needed. "Yes," I replied, more to Nelly than to Lynn. "Don't worry. I won't move at all. Just imagine my erection is a dildo is attached to the floor." I hoped I would be able to keep my promise. I knew that my frustrated cock sliding into Nelly's vagina, and not thrusting deeper, was going to be a challenge. "But what if he has an orgasm? I don't want to get pregnant." Lynn continued, "You can put a condom on him. Anyway, you don't even have to let him have an orgasm. You do that later by hand if you want to watch him spurt his semen. Or, you could make him come in your mouth. Or, you don't even have to let him come at all. You have options. I'll lie beside Ben and use your dildo while you're using mine." I was confident that Lynn would make sure I was put out of my frustrated misery somehow, but still it worried me to hear that I might not be allowed to come soon. "Well, we'll have to shed the last of our clothes to play with our dildos." Lynn stood up and removed her bikini bottom. Nelly hesitantly did the same, muttering "I can't believe I'm doing this . . . I REALLY can't believe I'm doing this." Both women stood over me, stark naked. Nelly at first tried to cover her crotch with her hands, but soon realized the absurdity of attempted modesty under the circumstances. She dropped her hands to her side, watching me as she allowed me to be the first man to look at her totally nude body. Nelly silently reached inside her pillowcase of toys, got another condom, opened the package, wet my penis with her mouth, and slid it on. Now that she had her "dildo" prepared, she straddled my chest on all fours, positioning her body so she could back up to it. Meanwhile, Lynn reached for Nelly's nine-inch dildo, laid down on her back beside me, spread her legs wide with knees bent, and slowly inserted it into her vagina. "OK I'll switch it on when you have yours in too," she said to Nelly. "Do you need help?" "No, I think I can do it," Nelly replied, moving her body down until the tip of my eager rod pressed against her virgin opening. She reached between her legs to position my cock in the right place. Although she had had a nine-inch dildo in her vagina, mine was to be her first real cock. I stayed completely still as she carefully moved down, forcing my cock gradually into her tight, hot, lubricated vagina. Her gorgeous breasts hung over my chest, nipples lightly grazing my skin. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. My eyes drank in the unique beauty of an aroused woman's face. Meanwhile, I heard the switch of the vibrating dildo and its purring sound. Lynn soon began making telltale sounds of arousal, which seemed to give Nelly permission to make sounds of her own. For the next several minutes the sounds arising from the three of us became increasingly intense and urgent. Nelly's steady forward and backward rocking motion was bringing me perilously close to orgasm. Her breathing and groans of ecstasy and those of Lynn progressed together, building toward climax. I knew I was soon approaching the point of no return. Through clenched teeth and in gasping voice, I warned Nelly, "I'm about to come. Is that OK?" "Yes," she whispered, throatily. The pace of her rocking to and fro increased, milking my aching cock, and anticipating the explosion that was about to happen in her vagina. I felt my long-delayed ejaculation begin, a huge volume of pent-up semen entering the base of my rock-hard cock, surging through the eleven inches of shaft to its end, and erupting in eight or ten violent bursts. My body bucked involuntarily, although I tried to minimize my motion and kept my hands clasped behind my head. Meanwhile, Nelly and Lynn both screamed, grunted, and panted as they reached their orgasms concurrently with my own. We had a three-way simultaneous orgasm. Curiously, Nelly called out in her moment of ecstasy, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" . . . I made a mental note to ask her about that later. The three of us lay exhausted, sweaty, spent, silent but for our breathing. My future wife Lynn pressed against my side, our preacher-friend Nelly collapsed, her bare chest on my bare chest, her breasts flattened against my skin, my gradually softening cock still implanted all the way to her cervix. I removed my hands from behind my head and wrapped them around her torso in a warm affectionate hug. No one moved for a long time. I dozed off for a minute or two. As I regained consciousness and became aware that my cock was still deep in Nelly's vagina, it began to stir again, slowly stiffening and lengthening. This seemed to rouse Nelly from her stupor. She lifted her shoulders up on outstretched arms, looked into my eyes, and asked with a Mona Lisa smile, "You're getting hard again?" Lynn, hearing her question, lifted her arm to join mine around Nelly's back, and said to our preacher-friend, "You have more options. What would you like to do with it this time?" Gentle Reader: If you enjoyed this story, also see my "Mike's Mom" stories and the "Rape Trauma Recovery" story. And write to me at the link below – I'd love to hear (in detail!) how these stories affect you.