I'm not sure why I've always been so horny, I guess it's been the result of my ribbon-winning pair of heavy swinging nuts. They were without much exaggeration nearly the size of some of the younger bulls you get an eyeful of down at the county fair. To be honest, they get in the goddamn way a lot, and the bigger the nut the bigger the vulnerability. Still, I had to be grateful for God's plus size sense of humor. He hadn't forgotten the cock to go with it, either. An 11 inch whopper, whose circumference increase from a greater than 6.5 inch base, to a gradually thickening shaft that ended in a head that measured eight inches around when hard, with a vascular girth that always seemed to prefer the state of slight arousal and tumescence.
I'll rewind the clock to tell the tale of some of the more memorable encounters of my youth.
Ladies, if you never got the opportunity to ride Wrestler Dick, I feel sad for you, and you should remedy it if given the chance. The fact is, endurance and stamina are a woman's best friend and wrestling is the most anaerobic exercise you can participate in. Wrestlers are fit and they know how to manhandle those who enjoy the sheer display of power and control they can assert, which were all things that would become known to me over time in these stories I will relay about the sexual adventures of Blue Ribbon Cock and Balls.
It was summer and hot as balls, but we had the nice inground pool to keep us cool and entertained, and our home, father, mother, and two younger step sisters just a year or two behind me; would often be the hang-out destination for many groups of friends to whom we always extended an open invitation to, to keep cool in the heat.
Though I was a jock and popular in that sense, I never really hung out with those friends. When given a choice my introverted ass would be hanging with my bookworm friends, playing video games or even dungeons and dragons. I was a nerd and there was no denying it. So with that territory came a host of social anxiety and shyness, which attributed to my minimal experience with women.
The best thing about being the big brother to two year younger step sisters, who were both beautiful and popular, was the steady stream of primo ass that could constantly be found in bikinis around the pool or my personal favorite t-shirt and panties on overnight stays. Lounging around the living room sectional couch in deliberately risque poses or positions as they half feigned watching their shows and sneaking glances at older brother with feigned incidental roaming eyes that would flit down to my crotch and quickly away.
These were my favorite nights of a few hours of agonizing blue ball flirting, followed by the furious and glorious hour or so of flogging my cock later squirreled away in bed, till my swollen and aching nuts divested themselves of every last drop of my stallion seed.
You would think that in four years of high school, with all my dick teasing and open flirtation, something might have happened, but my parents were hypervigilant and no such opportunity has arisen.
So you can imagine my piqued interest, when our parents ok'd a party under my supervision whilst they were out of the country on a diving trip to Bonaire, knowing that my sisters would be inviting a gaggle of girls, with whom most of which, I'd exchanged heavy flirting with intentionally ravenous looks exchanged. The possibilities seemed endless. I had my favorites and there were a few dime honeys that I was hoping would attend.
Parents were away and came the day that the gathering would occur. We had a full liquor cabinet and a keg my boy Scott had wrangled for us and the daytime festivities were sweet, listening to great music, lounging by the pool, soaking in the eye candy, and boozing it up. It was an epic party to remember post-graduation as I aimed my sights on the transition to college.
I waited patiently for one more of my step-sister's friends to arrive, and breathed great relief when my top three made late arrivals, coming for the night party and sleepover.
I could feel my balls twitch when I caught sight of each. A superfit blonde, blue-eyed Susan, with a 110 lb frame, pert C-cups with smaller brown areolas that could be seen through her white t-shirt. She was a natural beauty and seldom even wore makeup. Just flat out beautiful with a tight, perfect ass that filled out her jeans nicely. She wore her hair in pigtails that night and he found it wildly arousing. He could feel the surge of hot blood to my groin and the delicious tumescent growth of my cock with each heartbeat. She was intelligent too, and he liked that about her, as well as her athleticism.
He was staring from my lawn chair across the pool as she found Janet my step sis and made the rounds after grabbing a cold beer. my sunglasses were meant to keep them guessing as to where their attention was, he couldn't help but think Susan knew exactly where my eyes were when her head finally turned my way and she gave a coy wave and devilish smile.
My cock responded involuntarily and crept another few inches down my left thigh. Strategically quite discernable in my grey sweatpants.
If you were looking to eat you better bait the hook if you're fishing. If you know what I mean.
Over the years of toying with the girls, I had developed great muscle control of my cock and with concentration could semi-control the pulsing discernable slow growth of it.
Once he had established hungry eye contact and frequent furtive glances, and they got over the fear or reluctance to stare at my crotch, he would reward them with an eyeful, causing it to twitch and swell with each surge of blood. Allowing them the tantalizing sight of its growth from the flaccid bulge to throbbing member leaking obvious dark stains of precome as he flexed it in my sweatpants, jeans or shorts.The punishment he would endure from those escapades was the merciless blue ball ache until he brought himself to release. Brutal, but so worth it to watch them squirm and fidget, watch their nipples slowly harden, straining against their tight t-shirts and occasionally he would be rewarded by a girl who decided to display their perfect asses, hugged by their tight cotton fabric as they changed positions on the couch to put them in full view, or as they lay on sleeping bags and pillows on the floor. He would shake my head when their eyes met next as if to say you don't know what you're doing little girl.
Morgan arrived next. A beautiful brown-eyed brunette with a full figure and ridiculous double DDs. She knew exactly where men's attention would be drawn and knew exactly how to best facilitate their ogling. She had a naughty streak in her and she was the succubus of the three, he could tell. She had earned herself a top choice by being brazen enough to flash him on occasion and by the extremely hot tease of gifting him with open panty viewing as mentioned above, but the treat from Morgan was the sheer insanity of displaying just how wet her pussy would be from our flirting. Deep dark wet stains could be seen and even a few times he watched as her sweet white grewl seeped through them to coagulate on the wet surface. He could see her cunt convulse as she closed her eyes and squeezed out tiny silent but lingering orgasms, sending rivulets of cum down her inner thighs.
These nights would have him so completely aroused that he thought he would burst. He kept imagining how fucking sweet sliding my fat dick into that tight, hot, wet hole would be. He would get so hard that even my more prominent vascular veins could be seen outlined in my typical grey sweats.
Morgan would periodically rise to use the restroom, disappearing for a time, but not before slowly making the walk past me on the sectional, eyes glued on my twitching cock, silently blushing and yet looking him directly in the eye as she passed, as if daring him to follow.
Morgan was almost too sexual for me. She was a seductress. She couldn't shut it off, and she almost had me after on one of her return trips from the restroom, feigning bringing me a cold coke as an excuse to interact, stuck the three fingers of her right hand directly in my mouth as she handed me the coke, and mouthed the words 'Suck it!" silently, withdrawing only after having let her fingers linger long enough for me to slurp the glistening honey of her cunt from them cleanly. Then smiled and dropped her pair of sopping-wet navy panties in my lap. Before returning to her spot on the sectional and laying on her side, knees pulled toward her chest giving me the perfect and unimpaired view of her brown rose-colored lips that still glistened, swollen and red from the abuse they had just endured.
He almost held a grudge about how brutal her seduction techniques had been. In my mind, a 1000 times he had punished her pussy with a delicious violent hammering, usually from behind and cervix deep until bottoming out. Listening to her pleading for it as I empty my nuts deep in her womb unapologetically.
But he'd always been too chicken shit about what the fallout would be if caught.
Well they were both 18 now, me almost 19, and there were no parents to intervene with a potential union.
My cock woke up again as I saw Morgan bounce down the steps to the pool from the house in her Daddy's Lil Monster black T-shirt and green, black, and red plaid catholic school girl miniskirt that did little to cover her backside. She had thigh-high black stockings, pinching that little bit of plump flesh where the socks topped out mid-thigh. Her Doc Martens finished out the gothic look, and her lustrous black hair was the capstone to a perfectly delicious image.
She was positively bubbly and buoyant as she expertly made those DDs bounce and quiver with every step and lilting laugh. She had to be the world's most joyful big titty goth girl.
I laughed at that thought, even as she made her way past other groups exchanging greetings.
Big smile as she approaches, slowing down her gait allowing her massive tits to shudder to a relatively still majestic perch. They were 100% real, if you were wondering, and how they defied gravity as they did would leave Einstein scratching my head.
She wore no bra that day and on final approach, he could see her nipple hardening beneath the tight stretched fabric. She loomed over me blocking out my sun, yet allowing the golden flood of light from behind her to illuminate the golden treasure of her extruding labia, unrestrained by panties through the fabric of her short skirt, and from the prone angle of my sunbathing, I had no trouble at that angle in being treated with a look at those beautiful lips and bald pussy.
My eyes widened and I was sure she picked up on my awareness, behind the black lenses ogled the provocative sight. "Hey Will, what's up? Happy Graduation! I bet you are raring to get to school to start your next chapter!" she crooned, bending at the knees and bouncing in the emphasis of the exclamation.
These details all combined in cause an effect to send volumes of blood surging into my flaccid but turgid cock that could be noticed creeping down my leg. There was a visible surge he felt it swell, the uncircumcised head clearly growing, glans easily discerned at a glance to be of greater girth then the swelling shaft.
Under the umbrella of the chair she had lifted her own glasses to make eye contact, and I noticed her not-so-subtle glance catching the obvious effect of her presence on me, giving away my inner thoughts about her, which I am sure she found affirming and validating. I flexed as her eyes lingered and added another surge combined with a leap of the shaft forward aggressively.
I chose to mimic her and raise my glasses to meet her eyes as they drifted back from my swelling meat. "Thank you Morgan, I am rather stoked to get on to college and learn to navigate the world on my own."
She giggled, jiggling pleasantly. "Is that code for looking forward to plowing some serious Springfield College pussy?" she teased. I am sure you will have your hands full of as much of it as you want. At least if you keep trolling the waters with that fucking club you got there.
