Born to be Three

I knew that he was hard and tight and, like me, feeling his engorged dick pressing into his belly. I worked down both his thighs, his calves, ankles and feet. To finish, I lifted one foot into my chest and ran both my hands from his groin right down to his toes. Of course my fingertips touched his balls and, as I lifted his other leg, I heard a little whimper of anticipation. My fingertips then touched lightly and as my hands drew down he lifted his body so high that I could see his massive member dropping down towards the table. I wanted to cup his balls, squeeze them and pull them up towards me, but knew I couldn't ... yet. "OK, turn over".

As he did his beautiful smooth and very elegant dick came into view. Hard, shiny and straight, angled towards his own mouth. My groin clenched as I saw those jewels gleaming on his swollen head and sensed how hot and horny he was. He looked at it with a nervous smile and said "Sorry, it was when you were pushing me up and down". Don't worry, it looks great, and it's why we're here. I worked on his head and shoulders and, when my hands went tight round his neck, heard the strange guttural noise he made in his throat and watched more liquid beads ooze from his hard stunning manhood. He obviously liked some domination.

I worked down his body. I was hard on his nipples but, from the bucking of his hips, knew it was welcome. As I moved down to his lower stomach he started to moan and I had to stop him. "You mustn't come yet. We'll look at that in a minute". I started to work on his feet and he calmed a little. I worked up his calves and thighs, touched his balls and squeezed them gently in my hand. He moaned and arched his body. I held them firmly and kept them high so that he had to lift off the table. "I'll hold your balls and I want you to make yourself come as if you were alone".

He needed no encouragement. He clamped both his hands around his shaft and pumped it up and down. I said "Slower" and admired how firm it was. Like Luss had said, not as long as mine but thicker and so beautifully shaped and smooth. I tilted my own hips backwards and forwards so that the head of my straining dick rubbed up and down my belly, encouraged and held securely by the strap. Very soon he started to moan and I called "Stop". He did "..and hold..." I carried on rocking my hips and then said "..and release". He yelped and such long strings of thick sticky sperm shot across his belly, chest and face. I felt each one through my hand squeezing his balls. He groaned, bucked and kept calling yeah. As he came, so did I and realised I should have put on a condom as a large wet patch started spreading across my shirt.

I turned away towards the jug of water and, as if missing the glass, tipped it down my front. It covered the wet patch but showed my strap and upright dick so clearly. Luckily he wasn't watching, his hips were still undulating and he was softly groaning. I stood by his head so that he couldn't see my state and put a finger through the sperm on his face. "Have you tasted your come?" He looked surprised and I wiped my finger across his lips. He licked, swallowed and said yum. I too licked my finger and thought the same. So far, pretty damn good.

He suddenly went sheepish and aware of his nakedness and ashamed of coming in front of me. I said "It's what we planned. Now I want to know how you feel, right now". He told me that he felt embarrassed to have no control and, though he was still horny, he just felt empty and finished. I asked his permission and then put one of my thin leather straps around his balls and then another one that pressed between them and pushed them apart. I let my fingers run over his balls as if they were my own.

He started to harden and I said "Make yourself come again". He touched himself slower this time but soon was as big and hard as before, perhaps even bigger. He soon came, more weaving white strings of nectar on top of those still there. I was impressed. How could he have had so much still in him?

I placed a strap around the base of his bent but still firm dick. I fumbled with it as if I was having difficulty but really because I so enjoyed touching him and letting my fingers hold his shaft and lift his balls. It was something I could easily do with one hand but oh how I struggled with that strap. I put my fingertips on each side of the head of his wet soft dick and lifted it off his belly. It began to harden. "How does this feel now? You seem to be getting horny again. Rub your shaft while I hold the head".

He stroked himself and then his body started to rise up and down which made my fingertips have to follow, following the thrusting contour of his swollen glans. As he came, less but still long strings, my hands squeezed his head and 'accidentally' got in the way of the flow and it ran over and between my fingers. My legs again went weak as I realised that all I wanted was to have my mouth over his stunning smooth head as he came.

"Next Tuesday we're going to try to get you to control your orgasm. Stay there, I'll clean you up". I licked my fingers and got kitchen towel to clean his face, chest and belly and, last of all, his balls and the length of his shaft. I felt it harden again but knew we should stop. Woody walked out with a confident swagger; he'd come three times in ten minutes.

I'd only come once but the tension in my straps told me my second could be near. I lowered my trousers, stroked my balls and watched the arcing streams shoot up and away from me without me even touching my raging rod. I had made Woody come three times, stroked him, watched him, squeezed him, tasted him and again exceeded the fantasies I'd had before.

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Luss phoned me later to say that Woody was thrilled by the session and felt it could really help him. He told Luss that we just talked. I didn't tell her any different, obviously I was becoming a professional therapist. But there was something about talking to her that inflamed me and I asked her over.

We fell into our usual lustful ways but I wanted her more than ever. She was shocked but thrilled and, as I drove deeper into her than I'd ever been before. I realised I was where Woody had been and almost felt that we were both together inside the gorgeous Luss. When we came, for me, it was like all three of us. We rolled and pounded our bodies together and as we lay spent, she whispered in my ear "this therapy is doing something for you too". How right she was. Where would it lead?

Luss had plenty of ideas and I noticed that she started to talk about how the three of us could be. She wanted both of us inside her together. She kept asking "How can we make him want 'teacher' to fuck me while he does?" She got her vibrator and it soon came to represent Woody. She noticed how excited that made me as I realised the same about her. While we kissed one of us would push the end of the vibrator into the sides of our lips and we would then fight and laugh over whose mouth it would go into.

I sucked her clit and licked the folds of the wet lips and slowly slid 'Woody' into her cunt and touched her sweet tight anus with a moist finger. Her hips shuddered wildly up and down and I put a hand under her and held her up and still so that my tongue was where my finger had been. I licked and probed and pushed into her with my tongue and relaxed the tightness of her arse. With my other hand I pushed 'Woody' deeper into her. I loved taking Luss like this and started to soften her, lubricate her, ease her wider and wider. I knew that Woody had never been here, Luss had said "he would come before he could get in", and now I wanted to be deep inside her, especially with 'Woody' just a short distance away.

I lifted her on to the table, on her back with her legs over the end. I stood between her legs and I pushed slowly into her and pushed 'Woody' from side to side. We'd not done it like this before and as I moved the vibrator I could feel it press against the end of my dick. And so could she. When I was deep inside I switched 'Woody' onto a low vibration and started slow long strokes with both of us and I could feel the vibration. I ran my hand up her body, over her beautiful breasts, her neck, her ears. I touched her eyelids, I gently touched around her nostrils and started to push into her faster and deeper.

I leant over to her and pushed my tongue into her ear, over her eyelids, into her nostrils. I licked her lips, put my tongue between her teeth and her cheek and then chewed at her lower lip. I whispered in her ear that Woody wanted to fill her with juice but could hold on if she could. We both knew we'd lost it, we were almost delirious.

I straightened up and pulled her towards me so that I could drive right into her with my balls slapping against the cheeks of her beautiful arse. I pushed 'Woody' in time with my own thrusts and let my fingers trail over her body and face. As I touched her lips she struck like a snake and grabbed my fingers between her teeth and bit hard and held. The pain was exquisite. Neither of us could hold on. And neither of us had ever come like that before.

I remember only moments, like still images, and it seemed to go on for so long. I remember being on tiptoe, one hand on her breast, one locked between her teeth but lifting her up from the table just with the stiffness of my cock right inside her. I remember seeing the trickle of blood from my fingers, Luss's hand squeezing my balls tight as if trying to push them inside her. I remember both our bodies jerking in strange spasms together, I don't remember falling off the table but I do remember being on the floor and tasting my blood in her mouth as we sucked the air from each other's body. It was unforgettable and a long time before we spoke.

Luss felt terrible about my fingers and found it hard to believe the pleasure I had felt from the pain. She relaxed when she saw they could still move quite normally. We talked like kids going over all the sensations we'd been through and trying to remember the journey down to the floor. We went quiet when we realised what the thought of Woody being there had done. What would happen if he were actually there? Luss broke the silence with a giggle and "could you do that to Woody while I sucked him? ... I think he'd really like it"

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Tuesday Before he arrived I felt nervous. Luss and I had been living out our fantasies and believing them. Here I was now, about to enjoy his body through deceit. If he was to discover my (and Luss's) intentions he could quite rightfully hurt me very badly. And didn't I deserve it? I put on a condom to prevent my wet patch of last time. I then fixed my holding straps and lubricated my belly so that I could slide more easily as I'd made myself sore last week.

He arrived with a huge sadness on his face. "Look at me" he said, pointing to the bulge in his trousers, "I ring your doorbell and this happens. I'm like an animal with no control, go hard, come and that's it". I reassured him, told him he had a fantastic body, stunning penis, huge sexual appetite and sensuality and just needed to control it. I also lost all previous thoughts of guilt because seeing his excitement started its work on me.

I asked him how he'd felt when I'd made him hold off coming last Tuesday. He said "Good. Really good". I told him that we were going to work on some hands-free coming. He was going to be shooting his load without touching himself. But first, get your clothes off and on your front for a massage. As he undressed I loosened the strap around the end of my throbbing dick by one notch; I was getting too big for my own equipment. I still took time to watch as he lifted his dick up flat to his belly and felt thrilled when he made a point of pulling his balls down so that they were accessible between the tops of his thighs. He was waiting for my fingers? Thank you Woody, you won't regret it.

I massaged him like before but this time he wasn't embarrassed and he let me know what gave him pleasure. I touched his balls and he groaned with delight. I slid my hand under them and lifted them off the table. It sounded like a groan mixed up with giggles. I told him to take this pleasure and keep it somewhere in his body, not to let it go straight to his dick and inflame him. I finished his back and legs and turned him over by holding his balls with my hand twisted so that, as he turned over I did not have to let go. He looked at his dick standing straight up and my hand on his balls. "You're not apologising for your erection today?" He laughed and said he loved it and as I asked how my hand felt, I pushed my thumb between his balls and waggled it from side to side. "Fucking Ace!" And for me.

I massaged his front but with a new familiarity. As I did I talked about the part of him I was touching. I asked how hard he wanted me to push or squeeze or pinch. It was always more than I thought. I pinched his nipples until I could squeeze no harder and his dick grew and glistened. I talked about how beautiful his muscles were, his bones showing under his skin, his calves, his thighs, the ripple of muscles across his belly.

And then I came to that erect member standing hard and straining for height. I held it and talked about it. I explained the way the nerves were concentrated, the subtle valves and plumbing that allowed piss, lubrication, semen and sperm to come from different places through the same hole. As he moaned I reminded him to put the feelings somewhere inside himself, he mustn't come until I say and he mustn't touch.

I was talking almost clinically as I stroked his dick, squeezed his balls and trailed my fingers over his body. He'd already told me how he liked his body to be touched and hurt and so I used it well. I told him he had to learn to accept every sensation and demonstrated some. I squeezed the base of his dick really tight and stood it at right angles to his body. I tapped the head with my fingers, lightly at first and then harder. I pinched and pulled his balls, pulled them away from his body and separated them. I tightly wrapped both my hands, one above the other, around his rigid shaft and pumped it up and down. I was in heaven.

He started to moan. I stopped and said "put the feeling inside" and gave him a little while to calm. I was gently rocking my hips. I took his shaft in one hand and squeezed it in the same way he had done the previous Tuesday; I fondled his balls and did nearly everything I wanted. I didn't put my mouth over him, it wouldn't be right yet, but I knew that it was likely to happen. Every time he moaned I got him to say 'Stop' to me. That way he was learning control.

He got to the stage where he was calling 'Stop' every five seconds. I stroked his balls very lightly so that he was lifting them towards me for rougher handling but he just got more light touches. He was pleading "squeeze me, squeeze me" and I took his shaft and pumped it hard and tight. He screamed "Stop" and I let go, told him to watch his dick and to come. As I said it I gripped one of his balls by the fingers of my left hand and the other with my right. I pulled his balls away from his body and from each other. I squeezed them even tighter than he had wanted earlier. He watched, his mouth opened wide and he came with a long wailing scream and I felt my condom fill as I came against my belly.

He was overwhelmed with joy. Rocking backwards and forwards, rubbing his juices into his body and up into his lips. I told him he could touch himself now and he just grabbed hold of his dick and balls with both hands and squeezed them tight.

I threw a sheet over him and took my full condom off unseen as I watched him writhing under the cover. I told him "You mustn't come! Not with your hands". I left him for a few minutes until he'd subsided. I turned down the cover over his face as if tucking him into bed. I felt like I wanted to kiss him, and I knew that at some time he might return it. But not yet.

He looked up at me with a huge grin and asked "Does that mean I'm OK now?" I told him he'd done well but that I had been stopping so that he wouldn't come. He'd have to learn to say 'Stop' to himself even though his girlfriend still carried on and be able to control his coming. "I think I could" he said with glee. I asked him what excited him most with Lucia and he said when she sucked him. "She sucks so amazing that I come right away". I understood, she was very talented. "You've got to learn to control it even when you're being sucked like that." "Can I try?"

"Can you try?" Yes yes yes! But I kept my cool and told him that I'd never sucked a man before. What I didn't tell him was that I had a very good idea as to how he liked to be sucked - like Luss did it. To make him control himself I told him that if I started sucking, I wouldn't take my mouth away for five minutes, even if he said he was coming. He had to hold on, put the feeling inside and wait until the five minutes was up.

That frightened him, the thought of not being able to stop himself coming in my mouth. He probably wasn't ready for this yet and I'd be getting a mouth full of his thick cum, another dream come true. And, if he could control himself, who'd be counting the five minutes? Me. "Lie back, close your eyes and imagine I am a woman hungry for your body, hungry for your juices down my throat". He was already erect and seeping.

I put on a jokey falsetto voice and said how beautiful he looked and that I was going to make him come. He laughed as I pinched his nipples and explored his body in the way he'd told me such a short time before. I licked him, pinched him, squeezed him, stroked him. I squeezed his shaft, I touched the end and spread his pearls of precum round his glistening head.

I pulled him down the table by his legs and knelt so that I could take first one ball into my mouth and then the other. He loved that and then I sucked them both into my mouth and plunged my tongue between them. He shouted as I did that and I realised that Luss had never done that to me or, probably to him. I stroked his shaft with both my hands and shook my head with both balls still tight in my mouth. He groaned and groaned and I lifted my head, squeezed his balls with my hand and lowered my mouth over his seeping hard head. As I did so I said "five minutes begins".

At last, my fantasy had come true. All I had to do was to make him come in my mouth and I was sure I could. Luss was good but Woody liked pain and her mouth was always gentle. I sensed that a little roughness would finish him off. I was lost in the pleasure of my mouth sliding up and down his shaft, licking down the sides, fast, slow, nibbling at the head and even biting his balls. I raised my mouth high over him and pushed to see whether my throat could take it.

When he felt the back of my mouth he jerked and that choked me. I bit him, quite hard, but I knew it was right. I tried again and this time he kept still and just moaned. I managed to get the head just past the beginning of the throat and swallowed. His groan was loud and his hips moved. I bit into the end of him and beat my mouth up and down until I knew that he was past that point of control. I sensed him trying to hold onto his urge and pushed hard over his shiny dome so that it went into my throat.

Then I swallowed repeatedly, my throat muscles massaging the end of his beautiful dick and my hand on his balls. He started to come and I felt it go straight down my throat. I wanted to taste it in my mouth and so pulled up and sucked hard upon the end. The blast hit the back of my throat repeatedly and after each one, I swallowed. When he stopped I licked him, cleaned him and as my legs gave way slipped to the floor in a state of cum filled delirium but with one hand still gripped around his balls.

After what seemed like a long time listening to his long outbreath moans slowly subsiding he spoke softly. "That was the best. It can't be your first ever?" As he leaned over waiting for me to answer he noticed my dick sticking out of the top of my trousers, shiny and inflamed. He was so happy. "You really liked it too! What do we do next week?"