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Ball Blaster (mfffff)
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Subject: Ball Blaster (MFFFFF, HyperCum)
Date: Fri, 14 Jul 1995 04:48:03 UTC
This is a pornographic story. It is not intended for minors, nor anyone unable
to distinguish fantasy from reality. Do not read it if pornography offends you.
If pornography excites you, go get a towel and read on.
This story concerns a young man with an over-active prostrate gland (he cums a
lot). While it is mildly non-consensual, it is non-violent and everyone has a
good time.
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BALL BLASTER
by King Wad
The slender brunette#s brow furrowed in earnestness as she worked diligently on
the swollen shaft in front of her. Her crimson lips formed a tight seal around
the mushroom-shaped head, and her cheeks alternately sunk and expanded as she
applied strong suction in time with her rapid strokes. Elbows across his
thighs, she had both hands wrapped around the thick pole and she pulled firmly
on her upstrokes. Her hunched back bobbed between his legs as she balanced on
her knees, her whole body working in a frantic rhythm of lust. Her tongue worked
feverishly around the head, whipping saliva and pre-cum into a froth that leaked
from the corners of her mouth, dribbled down the sides of his cock and collected
in the pockets formed by her thumbs. She was an experienced cocksucker, and she
knew that no man could tolerate this sort of torment for long. After 30 minutes
of nibbling, slurping, and full-blown sucking, it wouldn#t be long now before
she received her creamy reward. The prospect of a mouthful of salty warm goo
drove her to new levels of energy.
#Please#, he hoarsely begged, #don#t do this! You don#t know what you#re
getting into!# He struggled feebly to escape her oral assault, but he knew it
was too late now to turn back. Not that his struggle would have mattered; his
arms and legs were held tightly to the bed by the brunette#s lascivious cohorts,
who licked their own lips in anticipation of their partner#s imminent triumph.
A firecracker redhead knelt astride his right arm, pinning his elbow with her
hands. She ground her pussy against his forearm as she leered at the sexual
symphony her sister was conducting. A full-figured blonde lay across his left
arm, her enormous breasts splayed flat against his biceps. Her nipples, stiff
with excitement, pressed into his arm like pencil erasers. She, too, was
engrossed by the lewd scene before her. His legs below his butt protruded
beyond the foot of the bed, feet planted on the hotel-room carpet, and each was
held by a kneeling nymphette. The black-maned asian cutie on his right leg
clung to his calf with one hand while she caressed the dangling breasts of the
brunette with the other. She sat firmly atop his instep, and her pussy slid
easily along his lubricated foot as she scooted back and forth. His left knee
was held tightly by an ebony-skinned caribbean cunt whose smokey features were
contorted in delight as she fingered her dripping snatch. She had directed most
of the proceedings to this point, but her thickly-accented instructions had
given way to grunts of pleasure as her excitement built. It was she that had
brought him back to the room in first place.
He had come to the coast hoping to escape his reputation back home. Word of his
#condition# had spread quickly through both the midwestern community of his
high-school years, and the town and campus of his college. Men, voices subtly
tinged with envy, labeled him a freak, and shunned his company. Women always
acted like he had a loathsome disease, but many, consumed by curiosity, arranged
covert meetings that they later denied. The only ones in town that knew the
extent of his encounters were the housecleaning staffs of the cheap motels out
by the highway, who were often left with the significant task of clean-up after
these #meetings#.
Awareness of his special attribute started innocently enough; in Boy Scout camp
he would knock Coke bottles off of fence posts with a carefully-aimed spurt to
win bets. He enjoyed masturbating, and while other boys kept a box of Kleenex
near their bed, Adam soon learned to swipe empty peanut butter jars from the
trash and dispose of their sloshing contents the next morning down the drain.
He was amazed at the way his balls would swell to twice or more their normal
size as his orgasms approached, and often held them in his free hand as he
jacked off to feel their convulsions as they pumped forth their gooey seed.
He started dating as a sophomore in high school, and quickly learned that his
fairly normal teen-aged desires were bound to get him in trouble. It took him 6
weeks to get to third base with his first girlfriend, and when she finally
plunged her hand down the front of his pants, a month and a half worth of
tension was already packed into his bag. Parked one night above the scenic
River Overlook, she had fumbled with his pulsing pole while trying to maintain
their kiss, and was in the middle of asking if this meant their love would last
forever, when he exploded up her arm. She felt hot liquid shoot up the inside
of her sleeve to her shoulder, and she froze in mid-sentence, unsure what was
going on. She had broken their kiss to look down just as his second blast
erupted, showering her face and hair with spuzz. He had attempted to rescue the
situation by grabbing his own pole and diverting successive squirts up onto the
dashboard of her parent#s #76 Grenada, but the damage was done. She ended the
relationship and used her extensive social clout as a cheerleader to let
everyone know what a monster he was.
Successive attempts at relationships weren#t much better. His reputation as a
#messy date# precluded all but the sleaziest of girls, and even they weren#t
wild about being seen in public with him. A vicious cycle started because the
infrequency of his dates meant he was even more horny when he finally got them.
No other couples would accompany him and his date to the drive-in, and no
fathers were buying the #I#m sorry I spilled my milkshake on your daughter#s
dress, sir# excuse anymore. After a fiasco at the Homecoming Dance that cost
one of the Jessman twins her contact lenses, he quit trying.
When he finally went away to college he relished the chance to start over. He
still masturbated regularly, and the volume of his ejaculate had increased
considerably as he got older. The old peanut butter jars that he had kept
alongside his bed had become 5 gallon pails that once held pickles at the
Hardee#s where he worked. He kept a supply of quart jars of mineral water in
his small dormitory refrigerator to replenish his fluids in the morning. He
tried to be discreet about it, waiting for evenings that his roommate would be
out for the night and cleaning thoroughly the next morning, but his roommate
became suspicious after the second time he tried to explain the stains on the
ceiling as a bottle of hand lotion that exploded after being left on the sunny
windowsill. He was kicked out of the dorms finally after an evening when his
roommate returned unexpectedly to the room with his girlfriend to pick something
up. His roommate#s girlfriend was a dish; tall, slender, with waist-length
blonde hair and a chest to make men weep. Thank God for that gorgeous face,
Adam thought, otherwise there would be no way to keep your eyes off of her
stupendous cleavage. Firm and full, her breasts swung high on her chest, a
smooth swoop from her shoulders that dared her dainty bras to restrain them.
She was well-aware of her assets, and dressed to take full advantage of them.
This particular evening she wore a blue satin slip dress that allowed her
breasts to bounce freely as she walked. The slippery friction kept her nipples
in a constant state of arousal, and their pointed outline was plainly visible
when she bent to plant a kiss on Adam#s cheek as she and his roommate left to go
dancing. It was about those breasts that Adam, futily trying to focus on his
Chemistry homework, fantasized that evening.
Alone in the room, Adam did his best to prepare for tomorrow#s exam. He doodled
on scratch paper and reread the Bronstad-Lowry acid/base theorem for the 6th
time. About 11 PM he pushed his Chemistry text aside. His scratch paper was as
full of hourglass sketches of female torsoes as it was formulas. Unable to keep
his mind off of her jiggling jugs, he pushed his chair back from the desk,
unzipped his jeans and eased Ol# One Eye out from his Jockeys. I#ll just blow
off a little steam, he thought, then I#ll get back to studying. He wrapped his
fist around his rigid rod and swiftly stroked himself into fantasy land. He
imagined her silky tresses draped over his lap as her breasts enveloped his pole
like a cockwurst sandwich. He pictured her cooing lips drawing near his purple
head to plant the kiss that she had planted on his cheek so easily an hour
earlier. He gave his burgeoning balls a squeeze and aimed for the door; the
only clear path of floor space that would allow him to clean up with a mop. #Oh
Sharon!# he groaned to himself as he felt that familiar clenching in his bag.
#What?#, Sharon asked, just as she and his roommate pushed the door open from
the hall. Adam#s eyes flew open as he froze in fear. Light from the hallway
framed Sharon and his roommate in the door, and cascaded over Adam sprawled in
his desk chair. He swiftly moved to choke off his impending orgasm, clamping
both hands around his cock in a strangle hold, but it was too late. If
anything, the restriction forced his semen through a tighter hole and simply
added force and focus to the blast. The first spurt shot from his cock tip like
an arrow. It whistled across ten feet of space and hit Sharon squarely between
the breasts, wedging the blue silk into her cleavage. #What the...? Oh my
God!# she shrieked, #My Ann Klein!# as the goo-ball slid down the front of her
dress, leaving a wet streak.
#Holy shit!#, his roommate exclaimed, ducking as a second spurt fired at his
head and splattered on the wall behind him. He lunged to push Sharon out of the
way, and the two of them tumbled to the floor away from the door. They watched,
stunned, from several feet down the hall as spurt after spurt rocketed out of
the doorway and fell across the hallway carpet in thick ropes.
The Housing Review Board hearing was brief, recommending that: Adam be evicted
from the dorm, that he replace Sharon#s dress, and that he seek professional
help for his #problem#. He didn#t ask what sort of #professional# he should
seek out, but afterwards a female member of the Board had slipped him her phone
number with a sly wink.
After graduating Adam took a job with a manufacturing firm researching adhesives
for little note pads that would allow them to stick to desktops and refrigerator
doors. The pay was OK, but most importantly the job came with plenty of
vacation time. He wanted to get away as often as possible, and spent all of his
free time planning his next vacation. He was especially fond of secluded spots
that catered to married women seeking sun and fun away from their husbands; they
were more interested in the novelty of his unique style, and less interested in
telling everyone about it. That is why he had booked this trip to the
Caribbean.
Earlier in the evening he had dinner alone in the hotel restaurant. A cool
ocean breeze blew through the open windows, and carried laughter and
conversation from a nearby table of five young women. Four of them were,
apparently, visiting the fifth, a local who had gone to college in the States
where they had all become friends. Snatches of conversation indicated that they
were reminiscing about their school-day escapades, licentious stories of wild
sex and dragging some lucky boy back to one of their rooms for group fun. More
than once during dinner Adam caught the gaze of one or another of the young
ladies as they looked about the room and giggled over their memories. Adam
overheard the caribbean tell them that they were to leave their rings in their
purses; she had an exciting weekend planned for them all. Adam watched the
brunette take the straw from her drink between her lips and suck, and felt his
balls twitch in his pants.
After dinner he found a table on the veranda where a jazz band was playing,
serendipitously behind the table at which the young women were sitting. They
were still telling stories and flirting with the waiter, when the caribbean
motioned Adam to their table. Her broad smile greeted him, and the sparkle in
her eyes told him they wouldn#t be down on the veranda for long. They went
through some cursory introductions, and a couple of the girls got him up to
dance, but when he returned from the dance floor the caribbean announced that
they were all to retire to her suite to #get better acquainted#.
Back in her hotel room the caribbean wasted no time in letting Adam know why he
was here. She seized him by the ears and kissed him deeply, running her bright
pink tongue around the inside of his mouth as she pulled her nubile body
against him. Adam cupped her tight little ass in his hands, noting the lack of
any panty line. The other women laughed as they began to unfasten their
clothes.
#Give him a chance to breathe, Marie#, the redhead laughed, #he#s going to need
his breath to keep up with us!#
#You ah one lucky boy, mistah!# the native girl announced when she finally
broke her kiss. #You see, Chandra, heah (she pointed at the brunette), was the
hoovah queen in school, and _nobody_ know how to prime the pump like she does!
The brunette smiled at him and licked her lips. #We goin# to have Chandra put
you in the mood, and then you goin# to make every one of us a happy girl!#
#Uh, that sounds great#, Adam said, eyeing the bountiful breasts and buns that
were appearing all around the room, #but we need to talk first. You see, there
is something you need to know about me....#
#There ain#t nuthin# we need to know that we can#t tell from lookin#, Mistah, so
lets have a peek#, the caribbean responded. The blonde came up behind him and
reached for his belt buckle. The asian was tugging at his pants even before the
blonde had them released, and the redhead and the brunette were lifting up his
shirt.
#No, wait#, Adam protested, #I really think you should know what your getting
into!# He tried to stop the girls# strip search, but as soon as he would make
an effort to block one of them the others would quickly advance.
#I tink we _know_ what we#re getting into, the question is, do you?# the
caribbean replied as she dropped her flower-print frock from her shoulders to
her ankles in one smooth motion. She stood before him naked, her magnificent
brown breasts jutting forward, her black nipples already stiff. Adam sucked in
his breath in awe of her perfect body. She ran her hands down the sides of her
chest and waist to her hips, before sliding her fingers through the thick bush
to her steaming slit. Her dark fingers traced the thick lips to expose a flash
of pink, and as he stared transfixed, the girls beside him yanked the last of
his clothing free and pushed him onto the bed.
Before he could protest he was engulfed in a mass of writhing female flesh that
pinned him down and slid wetly across his body. The blonde knelt over him and
dangled her bouncing boobs into his face. He eagerly flicked his tongue across
the broad pink areolas and sucked them into his mouth. She let out a moan as
her nipples stiffened in his mouth, growing rapidly to the size of firm
strawberries. The asian had his balls in her hands and was nuzzling them with
her lips. He could feel her nails gently scraping the sensitive backside of his
bag, and his cock stretched skyward. The redhead guided his hand between her
legs, and stroked her own mons with his upturned palm. The brunette seized his
lengthening shaft and began to blow gently on the head. Her warm moist breath
caressed his blood-filled cockhead, and his erection was complete. His cock
stood like a fence post in his lap, rigid and unmoving, while his balls pulled
tight against his crotch and began to pulse as they prepared to pump the gallons
of goo that he knew was coming.
#I tink our playmate is ready for some fun, ladies!# the caribbean announced
from the foot of the bed, where she stood vigorously stroking her dripping cunt.
#Chandra, let#s see if you still got the magic touch. You slide down on the
floor heah, and we#ll keep him from changin' his mind!# The sea of fragrant
skin parted over him, the redhead and the blonde retreating onto his arms and
the asian descending his right leg, and the brunette slid down between his legs.
Her eyes held his gaze while her silky hair coiled around his crotch and her
long fingers tenderly trapped his member between them. His protestations were
ignored as the brunette#s scarlet tongue began a slow circle up one side, around
the top of his head, and down the other, crossing at the base of his shaft.
Her whole body rose and fell as she traced her wet loop, her eyes never leaving
his own.
#Ooh, yeah, Chandra, you remember!# the asian chimed in, reaching for the
brunettes dangling breasts. #I#m gonna come just watching you!# Adam knew it
would be more than watching that would set the asian off, because he could feel
her well-lubricated pussy slide across his instep. The other girls, too, were
working the damp flesh between their legs against his body. The scent of
cunt-cream was pungent, a musky aroma that filled his nostrils and weakened his
resolve. Whatever resistance he intended to put up withered in the heat of
lust. As the brunette took the purple head of his cock between her crimson lips
and wrapped both hands around his shaft, he groaned a half-hearted objection and
surrendered to her ministrations.
#That#s it, girl,# the caribbean exhorted. #Suck that boy to seventh heaven!#
She clung to his left knee as she fingered her furry snatch, her face a scant 12
inches from his saliva-smeared sapling. She licked her lips and stared,
wide-eyed, at the sex show before her. She buried her slender index finger into
her slippery hole and thumbed her stiffening clitoris, stroking herself rapidly
toward her creamy release.
The Islander#s gasps of pleasure invigorated the brunette#s assault on his
swollen pole. The brunette#s mind was filled with sounds and the smells and the
tastes of sex, and she was intoxicated with desire. The asian#s caresses across
her large breasts were like an electric shock that fired pulses of pure pleasure
through her body; waves of blistering heat that started in her nipples and
crashed in her throbbing pussy. She thrust her torso forward against him,
pinning her breasts against his crotch. She could feel his bloated balls churn
in her cleavage, twisting in their snug bag as his sperm began to boil. Her
stiff nipples were still accessible to the asian, who reached forward to tug on
the firm nubs. The asian#s fingers brushed lightly against the underside of his
hairy sac, and his balls jumped in response.
#My God#, the asian whispered, #his balls are huge!# She reached further
forward and tried to cup his trembling bag in her palm. Despite the diminutive
size of her hand, his balls were swollen too large for any one woman to hold.
They felt like two grapefruit, heavy and firm. She rubbed the smooth spot on
the back of his balls, and teased the opening to his anus with her perfectly
manicured finger. The blonde leaned forward to get a better look, saliva
dripping from her lips in anticipation. His balls were hidden from her by the
brunette#s bulging breasts, but she had a clear view of his rigid post, slick
with spit and lined with quivering purple veins. The brunette#s pace had
quickened to a blur, smearing the first leakings of cum along its length.
#I think he#s going to blow!# the blonde exclaimed, as she wriggled her pussy
onto his left hand. She positioned her face only inches from the brunette#s
bobbing head, determined not to miss any of his copious climax, and hoping for a
stray droplet to lick up. The redhead, too, sought a better vantage, rising up
and forward to peer between the blonde and the brunette at his turgid tool. The
caribbean was lost in delight as her own orgasm peaked, grunting and swearing as
her pussy clenched at her fingers, her clitoris stiff as a bullet. She growled
with glee, and her panting pushed the brunette over the edge. Gulping for air,
the brunette gave his cock her *coup de gras*; a tongue-twirling spiraling suck
from base to tip, and the asian plunged her finger into his anus. That pulled
the trigger.
With a low rumble, his orgasm erupted deep in his scrotum and streamed upward
through his cock. The first blast caught the brunette completely off-guard, an
explosion of white goo that filled her mouth and snapped her head back, coating
her face and hair with cum. Stunned, she let go of his cock and fell backwards
to the floor. Released from her grasp, his cock snapped forward just as the
second blast fired. The surprised blonde caught it squarely between the eyes; a
baseball-sized wad that splattered across her face sending globs flying in all
directions. She let out a shriek and jerked her hands up to ward off the geyser
of cum that blew its third wad all over her chest and ample tits. His cock
flailed like firehose, spraying thick ropes of cum in all directions. One
caught the redhead in an ascending spray, painting a white stripe from her
pussy, across her left breast, and over her shoulder onto the wall. The asian
lunged forward to grab the spitting monster, clutching its twisting length in
her tiny hands. The slippery snake twisted and turned in her grasp, firing glob
after glob in high arcs that fell across them all like ticker tape on New Year#s
Eve.
When his orgasm finally subsided, the room was quiet. The asian trembled as she
held his softening dick at arms length, eyes wide with disbelief. The brunette,
too, stared at his cock from her position on the floor, her face a mask of milky
semen and her hair plastered back. Great globs clung to the blonde#s boobs,
hanging from her protruding nipples in thick strings. The redhead wore the mark
of Zorro; a white #Z# across her chest from three separate spurts. The
caribbean peered out from between rivulets of jism that ran down her face from
an enormous blob that had landed squarely atop her head.
#Jesus#, the redhead whispered as she surveyed the room, #its everywhere!#
Stripes of cum adorned the ceiling, the walls, the bed, and, of course, all of
them. It hung from the overhead light like a chandelier, it dripped from every
girl#s hair. Puddles collected in depressions on the bed and a small lake had
formed beneath his legs on the carpet, fed by the stream that still ran down the
asian#s forearms and dripped from her elbows.
#Yech#, said the blonde, scraping the sticky substance away from her eyes, #I
need a shower!#
#I tink we ALL need a showah#, the caribbean replied. #Everyone into the
bathroom, hurry up! You, too, big fella, we got some talkin# to do!# Her eyes
sparkled with mischief.
Talking, Adam thought, you#ll be lucky to get me to open my eyes. He lay still
on the bed, spent. He licked his lips, dehydrated as always after orgasm. A
smile crept across his face; as much as he dreaded the reaction his orgasms
caused in others, there was no better feeling in the world than blowing his nuts
apart in a mind-numbing, earth-shattering blast. He felt gingerly between his
legs to verify that everything was still in place, and eased himself upright to
go join the girls. He had warned them that they didn#t know what they were
getting into: they were in for a very sticky weekend.
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