11 comments/ 20568 views/ 12 favorites Tommy Triorchidism By: imhapless This story could also go in "Mature," "First Time," and "Non-consent/Reluctance," so if those aren't your things you've been warned. It does not belong in "Science Fiction," however, since the conditions described are real. * * * * * There are a fair percentage of people who have some sort of deformity or unusual condition. Most of the time they aren't even recognized, and unless they interfere with normal life do not permanently scar or retard the development of those who have them. My case was different. It started out as a disaster that was likely to ruin my life; fortunately it didn't end up that way. I didn't know that I was unusual during my early childhood since my condition did not clearly manifest itself until I was past the age where my mother would bathe me, or I would be naked in the presence of my father; especially since my parents were religiously conservative and nakedness and talking about "private parts" was not part of their culture. Things started to unravel for me when I started taking gym class or went to camp and had to shower with other boys. I was pretty average in every way except that my scrotum started hanging low and I had three distinct testicles, each in their own sac. I eventually learned that my condition is called Polyorchidism, or in my special case since I had three testicles, Triorchidism. I was made fun of - badly and incessantly. Word got from the locker room to the entire school, and from the boys camp to the girls camp. It was traumatizing and only got worse as I reached puberty. It caused me to become withdrawn and socially underdeveloped. It was several years before I could even bring my problem up to my parents. The reaction that my parents had was not particularly comforting. "Tough it out," and "God's plan" were two of the most common refrains. I was in my mid-teens before I convinced them that I had to go to a doctor specifically for this condition. We found a doctor in our city that at least had heard of my condition, but he could only provide general information. He recommended that I consult the only doctor he knew about with any real knowledge about my condition - Dr. Vladimir Bering - who lived 800 miles away. By saving money from doing odd jobs, and what relatives gave me for presents, I was able to pay my own way to travel by bus to see Dr. Bering; he agreed not to charge for his services. From Dr. Vladimir Bering I learned that there are only about 200 reported cases of Polyorchidism, ever, in medical literature, and that as far as he could tell my case may have been unique because all three testicles were completely functional in every way, each was completely independent of the others even to the extent that they each had their own sac, and they were each full size. In fact, he subtly pointed out to me that they were more than "full size;" they were each about one and one-half to two times average size. I was hoping for some treatment. He dashed that. "Tommy, they are completely normal and it would be a form of castration to remove one of them. You can lead an entirely normal life with them. Once you get to be an adult they will not be known to others, or even if known only a subject of fascination, not derision. I personally would never do anything to mess with them, chemically or surgically, and if any doctor would I would consider him or her unethical and in need of being reported to an appropriate licensing or censure board." While I was in some ways disappointed with what Dr. Bering had to say, in other ways it lifted a weight off my shoulders. He also was very helpful in dealing with my parents. He had several phone conversations with them about it, and involved a colleague of his, Dr. Melissa Borden, who was a psychiatrist. Doctors Borden and Bering convinced my parents that for my social development and mental health that they needed to move to somewhere where no one knew about my condition. Dr. Borden even wrote a letter for presentation to the administrators at any new school that I would attend excusing me from gym or any locker room possibilities although not identifying the real reason why. When a new job opportunity opened up for my father so that it would not be economically harmful to move, we did. * * * * * Because of my stunted social development, even after we moved I wasn't assimilated into High School easily. One thing that helped was that I was held back a year when we moved which was important for me to catch up both in maturity and school studies since my preoccupation and depression associated with my condition had retarded my learning. I had a few good to decent male friends within a few months of moving to the new High School, but it was not until the summer before my junior year - when I had already turned eighteen since I had been held back a year - that I finally worked up the nerve to at least talk to some girls. There was one girl in particular, Jeanne, that I really liked. Jeanne was no real beauty, but she was "pretty," wasn't fat or skinny, had no obvious flaws, and was nice to everyone. She was even nice to me, despite my shyness and the fact that I was basically ordinary except for the negative factor of my social anxiety. I got the nerve to go over to Jeanne's house one day in the summer to talk to her. I was greeted by Jeanne's Mom, Gretchen. Gretchen had apparently met my mother, so she knew who I was, and like Jeanne she was a nice person so even though Jeanne wasn't there we chatted for a while - something that was easier for me to do with someone in another generation than someone in my generation. I made a regular habit of showing up at Jeanne's house. Sometimes she was home in which case I would embarrassedly talk to her for about fifteen minutes - usually something having to do with the upcoming school year or the softball team that she played on - before excusing myself. If Jeanne wasn't there, Gretchen would usually chat with me for five or ten minutes. One time she invited me in while she was on the phone and motioned for me to wait in the den. A cabinet door in the den, with a key in the door's lock, was open. I couldn't help notice the books and DVDs visible in the open cabinet. Most had real sexual titles, some printed, others hand written; I didn't expect someone as seemingly straight-laced as Gretchen to have those types of things, but of course I said nothing. When Gretchen got off the phone and came into the den I thought that I detected a furtive look of panic on her face when she saw the open cabinet door. She recovered quickly however and asked me to go into the kitchen while she "got something out of my desk." I heard the cabinet door close and the lock click as I moved to the kitchen. When she came back from the den holding a piece of paper we had an entirely normal conversation. One day, when Jeanne wasn't there, Gretchen asked me if I ever did lawn work since the service that she used had raised its prices and skimped on service at the same time. I regularly mowed my parents' yard, and what eighteen-year-old doesn't need money, so I said" Sure." I mowed her lawn that day, and again six days later. The second time that I mowed Gretchen's lawn it was really hot out - probably 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Jeanne had come home about the time that I was finishing, and was wearing short shorts and a halter top - to me it was the sexiest that she had ever looked. She left soon afterward, but the "damage" had already been done - I was sprouting a real boner. When Gretchen paid me she surprised me. "Tommy, it's so hot out. Why don't you take a dip in the pool?" Gretchen's house had a really nice Infinity pool, probably twenty meters long, with a diving board to a ten foot depth at the deep end." "Thanks Mrs. Ames, but I don't have a suit," I replied. "There probably is one of Mr. Ames' in the cabana. He's about your size - you're about six feet, one hundred eighty pounds, aren't you?" "Yes, ma'am, almost exactly that." "Just use his suit, then," she said with a smile. I did notice that she glanced downwardly at my crotch area a couple of times when we were talking, but at the time I didn't think anything of it. I went into the cabana and quickly got naked. Seeing Jeanne the way that she had dressed, combined with things about the joy of masturbation that some of my male friends had been talking about recently, had me excited. So while standing naked with my back against one wall of the cabana, and looking in the mirror on the cabana's opposite wall, I stroked one off saying normal masturbation stuff like "Oh Jeanne, you're so fucking hot!. A series of at least nine or ten big splashes hit the mirror, about a dozen feet from where I was standing and stroking. I was relieved but embarrassed. Once I calmed down from my intense masturbation while still naked I took a wet towel and carefully cleaned off the mirror. At the time I had no information or expectation that being able to jet cum a dozen feet was unusual. I subsequently found out that there is an unofficial world record of more than eighteen feet, although the average guy can ejaculate only a few inches. I put on Mr. Ames' bathing suit, and took a nice refreshing swim. When I returned to the house, Gretchen greeted me with a big smile. "I hope that you enjoyed yourself Tommy." "Yes, ma'am, I did," I replied with a smile. "You should call me Gretchen - if you call me 'ma'am' it makes me feel old," she chuckled. "OK, Gretchen; thanks for letting me take a dip." "You know, Tommy, this whole week we are supposed to have a heat wave, and we don't use the pool nearly enough. If you want to use it just call to make sure that I'm here, and then come over." "That is really nice, Gretchen. Are you sure that isn't any trouble?" "None at all. Just bring your swim suit and change in the cabana - then you can leave your suit there until the next day," she said with a smile. That was about the nicest that anyone who wasn't a family member had ever been to me. The next day I did a significant amount of yard work in the hot sun at my house. The memory of that nice Infinity pool had me salivating. I called Gretchen and asked if I could come over in about an hour, when I expected my work to be done. "Of course, Tommy, but give it a full hour because I've got to run a quick errand," she replied in a sing-song voice, actually sounding anxious to hear from me. When I got to Jeanne's/Gretchen's house, still sweaty, Jeanne wasn't there but two of Gretchen's friends were. She introduced them to me as Sybil and Tricia. I apologized for my sweaty appearance when I shook their hands, but they just smiled. They seemed as friendly as Gretchen. I would estimate that both Sybil and Tricia were Gretchen's age - probably around forty. They both had long legs and short skirts - not that I noticed, or anything - and Sybil had a big chest and Tricia a pretty face. Before I went to the cabana to change Gretchen called me into the den. "I probably shouldn't ask you this, Tommy - and Jeanne would kill me if she knew - but I need help in deciding which photos of her I'm going to send in to a modelling agency to see if Jeanne can get a contract. Would you mind giving me your perspective?" "Of course...not...Gretchen," I stuttered. Even though I had a crush on Jeanne I didn't think that she was model material, but who's to say? Anyway I couldn't help but want to see photos of her. Gretchen showed me a bunch of 8 x 10 glossies, one at a time, while she gave running commentary, most of which went in one ear and out the other since I was primarily concentrating on the photos. The first few photos were Jeanne in formal attire, then some of her in a short skirt, and then some of her in a string bikini - which caused an instant hard-on. I likely zoned out viewing those - I do remember my crotch hurting, however, probably as a result of the rapidity with which my cock enlarged. I guess that Gretchen was asking me something but I was non-responsive . I snapped out of whatever zone I was in when she tapped me on the shoulder and said "So Tommy, which photos do you recommend I send in?" "Uh...gee...uh...Gretchen. They all look great. I'd...uh...say one of each in her long dress, short skirt, and bikini," I finally blabbered out, conscious that I was sweating even more than when I had arrived. "Thanks so much, Tommy; that's just what I was thinking, but I'm glad to have the perspective of a discerning young man. You look hot, why don't you go change now and take a dip," she replied with a big shit-eating grin. I rushed to the cabana and when I got there I quickly stripped and did a repeat of the day before, leaning against the wall then stroking until I forcefully splattered the mirror with gobs of cum while thinking of Jeanne in a bikini. It took me even longer to recover from this orgasm, and while I was recovering I fondled my three testicles in their low-hanging sacks with one hand as I held my still hard dick up with the other. After my swim, when I returned to the house, Gretchen's friends were still there and they greeted me warmly, and offered me some lemonade. They were being so nice and though I was now much cooler I was thirsty so I gratefully accepted. I had a very pleasant chat with the three of them, the only distraction being Sybil's and Tricia's long legs extending from their short skirts, easily visible through the glass kitchen table. As I was getting ready to leave with a big smile Gretchen said "I won't be here tomorrow, but Sybil will be here from about two to four; she loves to sun and swim. If you want to come by then, let us know now so that Sybil can be sure to be in the house to let you in." "I don't want to impose," I replied. "No imposition," Sybil said, touching my arm. "It's supposed to hit one hundred again, and I could use some company." "OK...sure," I responded. "I'll be by at 2:30 if that is OK." "Perfect," Sybil replied. Then to my surprise she, Tricia, and even Gretchen, gave me a hug goodbye. I was embarrassed by the hard-on that Sybil's hug caused me to sprout when she pushed her large mammaries into my chest while hugging me. I was quite surprised when that night, as I masturbated again, I didn't think of Jeanne or some Internet naked woman - but Sybil. I resolved to cool it the next day and not embarrass myself. * * * * * I found myself excited when I walked up to Gretchen's house promptly at 2:30 the next day. Sybil greeted me with a smile - and nothing else except a string bikini. Her hair was wet and some beads of water were on her chest and stomach. Despite my resolve the night before I sprouted another involuntary hard-on. "Hi Tommy; so good to see you," she smiled, seemingly actually happy that I was there. "I took a short dip before you arrived, and now if you don't mind I'm going to sun myself." "Uh...sure...OK," I stammered. I followed her jiggling ass outside to the pool area and went to the cabana. She gently touched my arm as I was about to enter the cabana and said "Would you be a dear, and as soon as you come out, put some sunscreen on my back?" "Uh...sure...OK," I stammered once again. I did not take the time to masturbate in the cabana, despite the condition of my cock, because the idea of touching Sybil had consumed my thought processes. I quickly changed into my suit and went to the pool deck, where Sybil was laying on her stomach on a lounge chair with her top unfastened and lying underneath her with the strings off to the side. She smiled as I approached. "The sunscreen is right here," she said, handing me a tube and exposing a significant amount of tit as she rose up to hand it to me. I gulped as I took the tube from her; I'm sure that my eyes were about to pop out of my head. I knelt down by the lounge chair and started applying sunscreen to her back, "Oh, thank you so much Tommy; not only can't I reach my back, but it feels so nice when your strong hands apply it," she murmured. I took as much time as I thought that I could get away with applying the sunscreen, most of the time staring at her almost bare ass and the readily visible sides of her tits. Finally, when I had covered her entire back twice I asked "Is that enough?" "Oh...I forgot to do the backs of my legs. Could you be a dear and do them too?" she virtually purred. "Uh...sure...OK," I stammered yet again, apparently the only words that I was capable of uttering at the time. I found her legs to be more muscled than I would have expected for a forty-something woman - but then again, what did I know about forty-something women? She sighed and groaned as I applied the sunscreen, taking the time to go over her legs twice, just as I had with her back. "Is that OK?" I asked - noticing that I was working up a sweat, and not from the heat of the outdoors. "Oh -- this is embarrassing but maybe you could do my butt cheeks too," she chortled. I hesitated; even though my swim trunks were loose fitting, my cock was tenting them. She turned her head and looked at me; then sat up. "Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to embarrass you; I guess I can do them myself," she said with a smile. At least I think that's what she said. However since she exposed her mammoth, beautiful tits, when she did that all of my blood was in my cock or eyes so I can't be sure. "I'm sorry - I guess I've embarrassed you again Tommy by exposing my breasts to you. It seems that you like looking at them, though," she chuckled. "Yes, ma'am," I choked out. "I'm 'Sybil,' Tommy, not 'ma'am,'" she giggled. After a pause during which she grinned and my eyes continued to pop out in a seductive voice she asked "Would you like to touch them?" "Y...y...y...es," I gurgled. "I'll make you a deal," she said with a devilish grin, "you can massage my breasts while I inspect that bulge in your trunks. She didn't wait for an answer. She knelt face-to-face with me. Fortunately, the Infinity pool deck where the lounge chairs were was covered with a rubber mat. She lifted up my hands and placed them on her tits, and once I started squeezing she pulled down my trunks and started manipulating my balls. She really seemed to be enjoying herself fondling each of my three testicles in turn, and I sure was loving manipulating her big, gorgeous honkers. Whether unfortunate or not, I quickly was so excited that I spontaneously ejaculated more than a half-dozen spurts that made a loud splattering sound when they hit her stomach, bikini bottom, and chest. She giggled as she continued to handle my scrotum, and made no attempt to wipe off the large volume of spunk on her body. Then she leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Are you a virgin, Tommy?" she whispered in a sultry voice. I couldn't speak but I could nod my head "Yes." "Would you like me to be your first?" she continued, in an even more sultry voice. Again I couldn't speak but I did nod my head "Yes." "Let's take a quick dip to wash off and then go someplace more comfortable," she almost moaned. With that she stood up, removed her bikini bottom exposing the first live twat that I had ever seen, and held her hands out to help me up. When I stood my trunks were around my ankles. She helped me step out of them then held my hand as she ran to the pool and shrieked as she jumped in. I quickly followed her. When we got to where the water was about four feet deep she put her arms around my neck and passionately kissed me while smashing the marvels on her chest into mine. I instinctively put my arms around her and drew her in close. After a couple of minutes of kissing, without a word but with a big smile, she took my hand and led me up the stairs at the shallow end of the pool into Gretchen's house. It was clear that my seduction was planned because she led me right into a bedroom that already had the bed turned down, and pushed me down on the bed on my back. Then she straddled me with her pussy just above my face and immediately started sucking and fondling my testicles. Interrupting her licking and sucking of my three testicles for only a few seconds she mumbled "Stick your tongue and fingers in my pussy, and nibble my labia." Tommy Triorchidism Fortunately, I knew from Sex Ed class in High School what "labia" were. I couldn't believe how energized she was about sucking and fondling my balls and cock, nor how wonderful it felt to tongue and finger her pussy. I could feel myself getting completely hard again, and when I was rigid Sybil swung her body around. As she straddled my sides with her powerful thighs she supported herself on my chest with one hand, held my cock with the other, and slowly lowered her pussy onto it. She had this look of pure joy on her face, and I felt pure joy myself not only from my buried cock, but also by manipulating her tits. She rotated, reciprocated, and shimmied her pussy while swearing a blue streak. One of the oft-repeated phrase that registered was "Blast me with cum from those big three testicles you fucking bastard - fuck yeah!" It wasn't long before I was fire-hosing cum into her pussy. While of course I have no way of knowing, the blasts were so powerful that I do believe that they would have broken the eighteen foot ejaculate-projection record if the spurts hadn't been hitting her pussy. Sybil screamed, clamped her pussy on my cock, screamed some more, and then went completely limp on my chest about the time that the last spurt blasted her cervix. I felt better than I ever had before in my life. I stroked the sides of her tits as she lay comatose on me, occasionally squeezing her ass, or bucking up my pelvis which resulted in an involuntary groan from Sybil. Several "aftershocks" hit, each one almost as delicious as my orgasm, although lasting only a few seconds. Finally, I rolled the still almost comatose Sybil off of me and proceeded to suck her tits and twist her nipples. After a few minutes she opened her eyes - then smiled. "WOW!" she said; then repeated it about a dozen times as her grin got wider and wider. I smiled back. "That was all time, Tommy. Those three big balls of yours sure can produce the jism," she giggled. "Look," she said as she pointed to the large volume of white stuff leaking out of her pussy. After we exchanged expressions of euphoria and satisfaction she grinned wickedly then said "Let me suck and fondle your testicles again - pretty please?" As she in turn licked, sucked, gummed, and fondled each of my three testicles I suddenly realized that having three fully operational large testicles was a real sexual advantage. That minute, as Sybil thoroughly enjoyed herself working on my scrotum, was the last time that I ever considered by Triorchidism a disadvantage. As I got ready to leave before Gretchen's expected return at 4:00 p. m. Sybil gave me a passionate kiss while once again stroking my testicles through my shorts. "Can you keep this secret from Gretchen - and everyone else for that matter? I'm not normally like I was today," Sybil said with a wane smile, "but I had the best time. It's just that I don't want anyone else to know." "Sure," I giddily replied. "I can keep a secret, especially if we can have a repeat." "You can count on it," she chuckled, as she gave my balls one last squeeze before I went out the door. I almost floated home - I don't really remember walking there so maybe I did really levitate. My parents and sister noticed my good mood at dinnertime. "What's got you grinning like a bucket full of possums?" my Dad - master of the cliché - asked. I paused for reflection; then decided to spill the beans - sort of. "I've decided not to look at my unusual condition as a detriment anymore, and am now at peace," I replied before sticking another forkful of meatloaf into my mouth and then complimenting my Mom on her culinary talents. "Gross," my little sister mumbled. "Wonderful dear," my Mom chimed in. "Great son," my father interjected, followed by a slap on the back. That night I masturbated once again thinking of Sybil's massive tits and active pussy. * * * * * The heat wave was still in full force the day after I lost my virginity. I wondered if Gretchen would suspect anything when I showed up for my now daily swim. "Hi Gretchen," I gleefully greeted her when she opened the door in response to my knock at about 2:00 p. m., when the temperature was 99°. "Hi yourself, Tommy," she replied with a big smile. "You look like you're in a good mood today." "Can't let the heat get me down," I continued. "Did you and Sybil get along OK?" she asked. "Yes - I really like Sybil. Did she say anything about me?" "Only that she really enjoyed interacting with you; that you were a charming young man, with which I wholeheartedly agreed." "That's nice, Gretchen," I responded, afraid that I was blushing. "Say, I was wondering. Could I hire you to skim and clean the pool too for the rest of the summer since you can use it any day that you want?" "I'm happy to do it but I certainly won't charge you. It would be my pleasure to clean the pool for the honor of using it." "That is so nice of you," Gretchen replied, touching my arm. "I hope you don't mind but I'm going to swim today too." "How could I mind?" I chuckled. "It's your pool!" I did clean the pool; Gretchen and I did swim and even had a race to see who would have to go in and get lemonades out of the refrigerator. I was slightly disappointed that Gretchen had a conservative one piece suit on, but was pleased at how nice her body was. For whatever reason before I had always just looked on her as Jeanne's Mom - but after my phenomenal sexual encounter with Sybil I seemed to overnight view her as a sexual being. About 3:30 I saw Jeanne stirring around in the house, and I took that as my cue to leave. I simply said "Hi" to Jeanne as I left but made sure to say to Gretchen when Jeanne could hear "I hope that I did OK in cleaning the pool." "You did just fine, Tommy," she replied with a big smile. "By the way, Tricia is going to be here tomorrow because her Internet is on the fritz, and I have some errands to run so I won't be back until about four. When you finish the lawn just ring the bell if you want to take another swim." "Thanks," I said, and then left. I could hear Jeanne and Gretchen talking and was certain that my name was mentioned, but other than that didn't hear what they had to say. The next day it was a little cooler, but still in the 90s, and I was sweating when I rang the doorbell at about 1:30 after mowing the lawn. Tricia answered in a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a halter top. While Tricia didn't have Sybil's chest her legs were just as good, and she had a very pretty face, and a really nice ass. "Hi Tommy," she gushed, like we were long lost friends. "Hi Tricia," I replied. "I'm sorry to bug you just when you come in from that hard manual labor you've been doing, but I'm right in the middle of a rush project using Gretchen's Internet service and my computer is locked up. I know that you young people are all computer whizzes; could you take a look at it?" Her question was in a very sultry voice - or was it just my imagination which had been working overtime since my encounter with Sybil. "Uh...sure," I replied. "But do you think that I could take a shower in the cabana first; I'd hate to drip sweat all over your computer." "Sure, go ahead," she chuckled, "but don't be long." As I was showering, paying particular attention to washing my cock and testicles while at the same time trying to suppress a hard-on thinking about Tricia's Daisy Duke's, I contemplated masturbating, but decided to finish quickly and help Tricia with her computer. I just put on my swim trunks and returned to the kitchen where her laptop was. While I'm not a computer expert, I do have a greater facility with them than most people my age and am much more knowledgeable about them than the average forty-year-old, which I estimated Tricia to be despite her young-looking body. I fixed the problem in about three minutes. She thanked me profusely. "I see that you've got it running faster too," she said with glee. "I should be done in about ten minutes - do you mind if I join you in the pool?" "Absolutely not," I replied with a big smile. As I cooled off by slowly swimming a few laps I allowed myself to dream that I might be able to fuck Tricia too - but then discarded that thought as too outlandish. "You were just lucky with Sybil, dude; forget it." I told myself, although my cock didn't believe me since it sprung to almost full attention. Tricia arrived for her swim in about the skimpiest bikini that I'd ever seen. My eyes almost popped out. While her chest didn't compare to Sybil's, the entire package seemed even better. We chatted while we leisurely swam laps, often on our backs. When we stood in the shallow end of the pool lightning struck for the second time that week. "Say Tommy," she seductively said while stroking a finger over my chest and nascent chest hair. "I really should thank you for helping me with my computer. If I hadn't been able to unfreeze it and email my project out by 2:00 p. m. I would have been in real trouble with my boss." "Glad...glad...uh...that I could help," I stuttered. "I hope that this doesn't embarrass you; but I asked Gretchen about you," she said while continuing to run a finger over my chest. "Uh...about what?" I gulped. "She thinks that you're a virgin, is that right?" "Holy Shit - what do I say to that?" streaked through my mind. Finally I mumbled, "Uh, yeah," while I tuned red. "Don't be embarrassed. The reason that I inquired is because I want to know if a blowjob would be proper payment for you helping me out?" I'm sure that my mouth flew open, and I felt my cock spring to full attention, but couldn't get any words out. Looking at my crotch Tricia chuckled then said "I'll take that as a 'Yes.'" She led me up the pool stairs to a rubber mat along the side of the pool, got down on her knees, pulled down my trunks, and started sucking and fondling my testicles. Despite my jubilation I couldn't help but notice that she immediately zeroed in on my third testicle - like she was expecting it. She took a long time massaging my balls while she leisurely sucked my cock, and then got serious about the blowjob and started tonguing and puckering her lips on my dipstick. I didn't last long. With a loud grunt I fired a hard shot into her mouth. Her eyes got wide as she tried to increase her sucking pace while still handling all three of my testicles with both hands. While she made a valiant effort to swallow it all, it was way too much, and she ended up gagging and releasing my cock as hard squirts of jism splashed onto her face and chest. Once the last splash had dripped down inside the top of her bikini she quickly removed her top and stood up and faced me. "Wow - I've never not been able to swallow a whole load since I was eighteen," she giggled, "but no woman could stand your cum barrage. Plus, I just love your three big balls," she continued as she kissed me while I reflexively put my hands on her nice tits, and then with her assistance removed her bikini bottoms. After a quick dip in the pool to wash the cum off of both of us she smilingly led me by the hand to the same room that I had lost my virginity in two days before. "I need to play with your balls some more until we're ready to fuck," she said as she kissed me and then pushed me down on my back on the guest room bed. "I'd love it if you'd eat my pussy while I do that," she smiled. "Do you know how to eat pussy?" "Not really, but I'm anxious to give it a try," I chuckled. What Tricia lacked in tit she more than made up for in pussy. It appeared to be perfect with really responsive labia and a prominent hypersensitive clit. Even though in our sixty-nine position I so energized her pussy that her pelvis was spasming, she continued throughout to suck my testicles and stroke my cock. Once my cock was again rock hard she pulled her pussy away from my face and impaled her pussy on my cock and started fucking me reverse cowgirl. In this position she could still fondle my testicles, which she continued to enthusiastically do. Here I thought Sybil was an all-time fuck; Tricia was even better. When I came it was like a stick of dynamite exploding. Tricia screamed, twisted her body back and forth for a few seconds, and then passed out by the time that my fifth spurt had been ejaculated into her pussy. Seemingly involuntary groans emanated from her lips as the sixth through ninth jets hit. I lay there for the longest time, more euphoric than I thought possible. I told Tricia what a fucking sex goddess that she was, but got only moans and groans in response. When I pulled out of her she gave the loudest groan. I checked on her. She really was passed out. I had read stories on the Internet of women being fucked until they passed out - I didn't think that they were real, and most probably weren't. This was! I felt so proud. As I was basking in my fucking glory, nature called. I hit the head, and on the way back passed the den - where I had waited the day that Gretchen was on the phone when I arrived. I checked to see that Tricia was still out-of-it and then went into the den and tried to open the cabinet where I had seen the provocative titles on DVDs and books. It was locked. This confirmed in my mind that it had been inadvertently left open the day that I was there. I looked around for a key. I knew that I was violating Gretchen's privacy when I opened a desk drawer, but I was compelled to investigate. By then I had started to realize that having great sex with two of Gretchen's friends who worshiped my three large low-hanging testicles wasn't just coincidence. I found the key, and opened up the cabinet. The first thing that I saw when I opened the cabinet was a DVD case sitting by itself labelled "Tommy/edited" Not too subtle. I put it in the DVD player. It wasn't playing long before I saw myself masturbating in the cabana calling Jeanne's name - on a split screen from two different angles, one from the mirror which eventually got obscured by jetting cum. My three low-hanging large testicles were clearly visible. Then I saw the second masturbating session - which I fast-forwarded through. The DVD concluded with me fucking Sybil - also from two angles. The guest room obviously had hidden cameras which must have been why Sybil brought me there - and I assumed that my session with Tricia had also been recorded. I no longer felt bad about violating Gretchen's privacy - what to do about what I had learned was another matter. I put everything back the way that I found it, went back to the guest bedroom, and started sucking Tricia's tits while fingering her leaking pussy. No reason not to put on a show! Tricia finally stirred, smiled wanly, then weakly asked "How long was I out?" "About twenty minutes," I said, returning her wane smile. "WOW - that was an all-time experience," she snickered. "You got that right," I said. "You should ride in the rodeo. She laughed, but flushed. "Do we have time for another fuck?" "What time will Gretchen be back?" I asked. "Oh shit," she said looking at the bedside alarm clock. "She'll be back at 4:30 and it's already 4:05." "Just time for a shower, then?" I chortled as I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. As I kissed her good-bye at 4:22, she pleaded "Please don't tell Gretchen about this - or anyone else for that matter." In other words, the same plea that Sybil gave me. In view of the DVD I knew that both this plea and Sybil's were bullshit, but went along with it. "This is our secret; I hope that we can have a repeat in the future." "You can count on it Tommy," she chuckled while giving my balls one last squeeze through my pants. The euphoria didn't wear off until after dinner. Then I determined that I had to figure out what to do. I was certain that I could have additional encounters with Sybil and Tricia in the future if I didn't do anything to screw them up; and I certainly didn't feel "used." But I did have a bone up my ass about Gretchen filming me, especially since she didn't seem to want to pursue a sexual relationship with me but rather just set up her friends. The next day I went to Gretchen's house again, and this time although she was very friendly she didn't go swimming with me. As I was getting ready to leave she said "Oh, Sybil called and wondered if you could do some odd jobs around her house. She asked that you call. Here's her cellphone number," as she handed me a slip of paper. "Thanks - I will," I replied. * * * * * Over the next six weeks or so I found out that both Sybil and Tricia were married, but that they were horny as hell and that their husbands had low libidos and also often traveled on business. I fucked each of them at their houses twice a week, and once more each at Gretchen's when she was out. Sybil introduced me to the joys of tit-fucking, while Tricia taught me proper anal. Both helped me master oral, and were endlessly fascinated by my three testicles and my ability to ejaculate jism with such force that it rendered them delirious or just plain unconscious. Shockingly, the sex got even better as time progressed, and I no longer had any interest in fucking girls my own age. I continued to mow Gretchen's lawn and clean her pool, and she continued to be very friendly although unlike her friends she never came on to me. I subtly inquired about Gretchen with Sybil and Tricia but both changed the subject when I did, and steadfastly denied that Gretchen knew anything about us, and continued to beg me not to tell her. For some reason the duplicity with respect to Gretchen continued to bother me but I didn't know quite how to handle it. Also, for some reason - despite getting over-the-top sex from two awesome cougars - I started to get a "thing" for Gretchen. I'm not sure what it was about her that piqued my interest, but I started to realize it was an obsession when one time when I was fucking Sybil - and thoroughly enjoying it - Gretchen popped into my mind. At that point I knew that I had to do something about Gretchen. When I showed up at her house about 1:30 on a pool cleaning day and she looked especially nice I first inquired about Jeanne and - hoping not to raise suspicion - also about her husband, Charles Ames. Gretchen told me that Jeanne would not be back until six, and Charles' plane was arriving at eight that night. Then I got right into it. "Gretchen, why do you have DVDs of me masturbating and fucking your friends Sybil and Tricia?" All the color drained from her face and she threw her hands up to cover her gaping mouth. "What...what...what are you talk...talking about?" she stammered. "You know very well what I'm talking about," I said, approaching her and moving her hands away from her face and then holding them. "Do we need to go into the den and look at them?" She was speechless. She just stared at me for a long time then finally got up the courage to squeak out "I'm sorry, but I have voyeurism." That took me back a little. "You mean you just like to look at others having sex for jollies?" "No, it's much more than that. Please don't make me talk about it." "Sorry, but you're going to have to otherwise I'm raiding the cabinet in your den and removing everything from it." Gretchen squirmed, tried to pull her hands from mine - I wouldn't let her - glanced down on the ground then back up at least half a dozen times, and then apparently resolved to tell me. "Voyeurism is a real condition, not just a platitude. In clinical terms, it is considered to be a psychosexual disorder and is a form of paraphilia," she said with conviction. It was with such conviction that I believed her, even though I had no real idea what "psychosexual disorder" or "a form of paraphilia" meant. "Don't you ever act rather than just observe?" I inquired. Tommy Triorchidism "My particular version of voyeurism is accompanied by a fear of being found out," she said as she started to cry, "so I never, ever, act. Only Sybil and Tricia know about it and agreed to fuck you to allow me to fulfill my fantasy in the only way that I'm capable of." "Jeanne and your husband don't know?" "No; I'm sure that they don't; I can't believe that I left the cabinet door in the den open one day otherwise you'd never know to check on it," she sobbed. "So Sybil and Tricia fucked me only to help you out?" "Maybe the first time, but then they got hooked on you. They tell me everything about their awesome sexual encounters with you and my pussy tingles the entire time that they're talking to me about it." "What is your fantasy - to fuck a three testicle young guy who can fire spunk like bullets?" She got a scared look on her face, and then looked down while nodding her head "Yes." A powerful feeling overcame me. My cock got rock hard. "You're going to live your fantasy today," I snarled as I released her hands and dropped my shorts. Gretchen stood there, her hands back covering her mouth, with tears still welling in her eyes as she mumbled "No, no, no..." I quickly removed my shirt, stepped out of my flip-flops and approached her. She was staring at my crotch the entire time. While she did nothing to physically stop me she kept mumbling "No, no, please no..." as I removed her sundress, bra, and panties. When she was completely naked I led her to the guest room. "If your cameras are operating you can watch yourself being fucked as often as you want to. Are they rolling?" Her only words were "No, no, please no..." I lowered her onto her back on the bed, straddled her, and started licking her cunt. My ball sac hung so low that in that position all three of my testicles were just inches above her mouth. After I licked and probed for a minute or two the "No's" stopped, replaced by moans. Not long after the moans started I could feel the first tentative touches of her fingers, then her mouth, on my testicles. After she came down from her first orally-induced orgasm she really got into testicle-sucking mode. After her second orally-induced orgasm I turned her on her hands and knees, buried my cock in her soaking wet pussy in one thrust, and proceeded to pound the shit out of her. As I banged away, my low-hanging balls were flying up and striking her pussy just below my cock. She started yelling "Fuck yes, slap my cunt - oh fuck yes!" When I ejaculated into her she let out a banshee scream, and then collapsed into an inert pile of protoplasm. I continued to stroke in and out of her spent body until about five minutes after my last salvo. By this point her only symptom of life was a series of low growls. When I pulled out of her I snuggled up next to her in a spoon position. Although physically my sexual encounters with Sybil and Tricia were more rewarding, for some reason I felt even more exhilarated after fucking Gretchen than I had after fucking Sybil or Tricia. Once Gretchen was completely cognizant again she turned and faced me with a look on her face that was hard to read. "You forced yourself on me, Tommy," she said. "Yes, I did," I replied. "Why?" "Two reasons. The first was to demonstrate to you that participating is much better than just watching. Was it?" "Infinitely better," she sighed. "What's the second reason?" "The second reason is because I have this obsession for you. There is something about you that stirs my loins; I can't put my finger on it, but it is real." "You're not going to ever force yourself on me again, are you?" she asked with pleading eyes. "No; the next time I won't have to force you. After I expose my three large, low-hanging, testicles to you you'll remember this feeling of ecstasy that both of us are feeling now, and you'll jump my bones." Although I was completely serious, I said it with a smile. I sucked her tits and she played with my balls until we were both ready for another fuck, this time with her riding me reverse cowgirl and fondling my balls while I fucked her. I then proceeded to suck her tits while she played with my balls until it was about a half-hour before Jeanne was due home. "We have time for a shower," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I don't want to wash you off of me," I replied with a similar twinkle. As we kissed good-bye I said "I'll be back tomorrow." "Could you make it the day after; I'll still be sore tomorrow," she giggled. "One thirty Wednesday it is," I smiled. * * * * * Gretchen and I have been both fucking and making love - fuck one time, make love the next - two or three times a week since the first time. After a month of that I helped her throw out all of her voyeuristic DVDs and books - she says that her shrink pronounced her "cured." When school started my senior year most kids had band, sports, or clubs for after-school activities. Not me. Sex was my after-school activity, normally once a week with each of Sybil and Tricia and two or three times with Gretchen. Also, about every other weekend I get a few hours of quality time with one of them. I am by far the most sexually confident guy in school, and apparently it projects since despite my ordinary looks when clothed I have many co-eds pursuing me with various degrees of vigor, including Jeanne. While I am always nice to them and once in a while go to a school dance with one (never Jeanne, however - Gretchen made that clear to me) I never fuck them. I have it too good with three real women to want to do it with a girl. My main problem - how can I convince Gretchen, Sybil and Tricia to regularly visit me when I go to college after next summer?