CAST OF CHARACTERS
Stella:
Young, just turned 19; very tall and skinny; small, tight breasts, eagerly enthusiastic to learn all there is to know.
Nelly:
Stella's boss at work and occasional lover; far more experienced in all aspects of bisexual pleasures; mature and slightly out of shape, yet still retaining that certain edge of youthful beauty and playfulness.
The male
Stella:
"You got this for me?"
Nelly:
"All for you, sweetie."
Stella looks him over from head to toe:
"He is so tall and so strong and so handsome."
The Sunday afternoon before, as Stella and Nelly lay in bed, lazily masturbating, laughing and chatting, kissing slowly and just plain being frisky, Nelly asked Stella what she wanted for her birthday. Stella, giggling like a little girl, said she wanted a huge present. Something she could play with but at the same time, "educational". Nelly made the first part of the dream come true. Now comes the educational part.
Stella looking all over the male sees the erection throbbing wildly.
"It is so enormously huge; so long and so very thick. Are you sure this is going to fit?"
Nelly (laughing):
"Of course it will, baby cakes! You will need to open up wide. And make sure you are wet when it comes close; that will help a lot."
Stella:
"I
already
am very wet!"
Nelly:
"You are?"
Stella:
"Yes. Taste me?"
Nelly:
"Later. We have a lot to do."
Stella:
"What should I start to do?"
Nelly:
"Fondle his testicles in your hands."
Stella:
"That seems fun enough."
Stella fondles nicely, very gently.
Nelly:
"You can start applying some more pressure, sweetie."
The male starts to squirm, his discomfort evident. Nelly walks around to make sure that his ankles are securely fastened to the floor; legs widely spread apart; hands tightly fastened overhead.
Nelly:
"Much harder. He can take it; he can take a whole lot more."
Stella now fondles his testicles as hard as she can, squeezing them in her hands, rolling them against each other, pressing deeper with every passing moment.
Stella:
"How long should I continue?"
Nelly reaches over to feel the swollen testicles, as if weighing them in her hands.
"A few more minutes and he will be ready."
The male tries to buck, to get out of this ordeal. The bounds are too well tied. It is of no use to struggle, no matter the desperation, the pain, the anguish, and the sheer joy of being handled so coarsely by an amateur.
Nelly:
"OK. Time to stop playing and start working! Hold one testicle in each hand."
Stella:
"Now what?"
Nelly:
"Give each one a long, hard squeeze."
The male seems to be going out of his mind. Stella does as she is told, maybe a bit harder than she imagined possible. The male lets out a short scream, violently trying to free himself.
Stella:
"I think it hurts him."