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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Author's Note: This was something I started and then forgot about, literally, until this morning, when I found it again. Weird huh? It happens, believe me. Anyway, if I recall correctly I was going to write quite a lot more than what I have here, but this seems like a good place to end it for posting purposes. We'll see what happens in the future. Sperm Bank Adventures Chapter One? Fiction by Rachael Guys ask me all the time if Im really into this stuff, or if Im just fooling around. Im not fooling around. Let me tell you about my husband. Weve been married for 15 months now and I love him. But I didnt always. Hmmm let me back up. Introductions are always a good place to start. My name is Rachael and Im Amerasian, even though I like to pretend Im not. At least online. But this is a true story and Ive gotten a lot of email from people asking about the real me, so if Im going to keep posting to Eunuch Archives, I might as well have one story I can point to and say There I am. Im a small girl, only 52 tall and 105lbs or so, depending on what I had for lunch. Brown skin, as if I have a good tan year round, long black hair, brown eyes, not really almond shaped though. I have some Spanish blood; my mother was from the Philippines originally. High cheeks, and a small, sort of flat nose, but not bad. Im cute. Guys like me. I have small breasts, they only grew for a couple weeks when I was 14 I think, and just stopped trying. But I have nice legs and a great ass, small and round and tight. I was working part-time during my freshman year at college at the University Medical Center. It was an interesting job although I wasnt exactly sure I wanted to be assigned where I was The Fertilization Clinic. This was part of the UMC that dealt with human reproduction and really, they did a lot of amazing work in a lot of different areas, both physically and psychologically. I wasnt too interested in helping women get pregnant, you understand, and I have no real desire for children of my own. But the Fertility Clinic was where the sperm bank was and I soon learned that it could be a very rewarding environment to work in! The sperm bank Mmmm you have no idea how exciting I found that place. I dont have a real sperm fetish, I just like balls. I always have, ever since I was old enough to point between my Daddys legs when I saw him naked, giggling and wondering what those funny things were. He didnt abuse me, nothing like that, but most fathers are pretty casual around toddlers, you know, even girls. And even as a pre-teen I could still get a peek every now and again. The penis, on the other hand, held no real fascination. I thought it looked sort of dumb, ugly even, and I had no desire to even touch one of those things. So it may be one more proof of Fates ironic humor that penis touching was exactly what I spent the majority of my time doing! Not that the clinic knew about that, of course. Id have been fired pretty quickly if any of the doctors knew what I was doing! But I wasnt going to tell, nor, I was sure, would the patients. I had been assigned to the sperm bank as a nursing assistant, which basically meant cleaning. Blah! But I found that there were other and much more valuable contributions I could make. It all started with a patient named Mr. Keller, who was donating sperm that was to be used in one research program or another. Some men would donate for use in artificial insemination, for their wives generally. Others were donors for research into reproductive medicine. And still others were simply such specimens of human male perfection that it was assumed their sperm would be wanted for reproduction by other, anonymous, people. Single women, for example, or by couples when the husband was infertile. Even lesbian couples. Mr. Keller was donating for research. Now normally a man comes in, relaxes, he finds a small room equipped with some pornographic magazines, a small TV/vcr combo with x-rated tapes, and a plastic container. He gets some privacy and does his thing, masturbating into the cup and presenting it to one of the nurses. Simple right? Well, Mr. Jenkins was having a hard time, no pun intended. Hed been in that little room for nearly half an hour, so long that I had actually thought hed finished and gone. That someone had forgotten to turn off the little red light that was on outside the door, indicating the room was occupied. I mean, it was lunchtime. Everyone else was gone except me and the bored receptionist out front. Even the nurse who was supposed to be waiting for Mr. Keller had left, apparently forgetting all about the man! Not very professional in my opinion! So, it really was an accident when I opened the door, walking right into that small room, and getting the surprise of my life! There was Mr. Keller, thirtyish, in pretty good shape, nice green eyes, sitting on a comfy chair, watching an old copy of Coed Sluts on the TV and stroking a rather ordinary looking erection. He stared at me and we both blushed. I was apologizing and he was trying to cover himself up and turn off the TV at the same time. I was starting to leave, hoping he wouldnt say something to the receptionist, or my supervisor, and get me in trouble, when Mr. Keller spoke. Wait! Uh dont go. He said. I paused, looking down at the floor. Are you a nurse? No, no sir. I shook my head. But you work here, right? He asked and I nodded. Then maybe you could, uh, help me. How, I mean what can I do? I still wasnt looking at him. I just cant I mean, Im not really into movies, or anything. He coughed a little nervously. Im having a hard time you know Cumming? I offered. Yeah. He sighed. Exactly. I just cant cum like this. Do you think you could, um, help me? I looked at him then, nodding slowly, but not really sure what he wanted from me. What can I do to help? Well come here and uh, let me look at you. He smiled and I did as he asked, walking over a little shyly. Id had boyfriends, of course, a couple of them, but I was raised sort of strictly, with my mother being ultra-catholic, like old school catholic, and my daddy being Irish catholic and a little militant about it. The truth was, Id never done much more than kiss a boy in my life and now here, just a few feet away was a total stranger with his big hard cock sticking straight up in the air! I stood in front of him, smiling shyly and staring, but not at his cock which seemed huge to my inexperienced eyes, but at his balls! They were very nice, I though, almost pretty the way they hung low against the soft red fabric of the chair. I could distinctly make out both of Mr. Kellers orbs, outlined through the thin skin surrounding them. I licked my lips subconsciously, wondering what they felt like. If they were warm, if they were hard or soft. God, youre beautiful. Mr. Keller breathed, reviving me from my thoughts and I blushed slightly. Are you Hispanic? I giggled at that, although I do hear it a lot. No. I shook my head. Im half Filipina. Really? He grinned at me. Why dont you get more comfortable? Take off your blouse for me. I looked around nervously at that, though I dont know why. Nobody else was in there. I was wearing a plain white blouse and matching skirt, pretty ordinary clothes although it did set of my caramel skin nicely. I wasnt sure I should have been doing it, but I nodded and started unbuttoning my blouse slowly, taking it off so I stood there in the small white bra that I wore. Oh, thats nice! The man said. You have lovely skin. Whats your name? Rachael. I was staring at his balls again, watching how they moved as Mr. Keller stroked his elongated prick slowly. Mmm Rachael. I love your tits can I see them? I was a bit shy about that, especially that, because my boobs are barely A cups really. I always thought I should have been larger, just a little and Ive wondered about getting them done. But so many men are like Mr. Keller was that day, very appreciative of my body. I reached behind me, undoing the clasp and took it off, turning away slightly with my shyness, but then I turned back, looking down at myself. Dont be shy, Rachael. Mr. Keller chided me gently. Your breasts are gorgeous! Very, very nice! He was staring at my tits and I felt my dark nipples growing warm, getting hard and itchy for him. Thank you. I gave a tiny nod and actually arched my back, just a little trying to push them out more. How about the rest of you? He was breathing a little harder now. Let me see your ass, Rachael My little brown butt is the one part of me I know is awesome and so youll excuse me when I say I was actually a little bit eager to show off for the man. I unzipped my skirt, letting gravity pull it down to the floor around my ankles. I was only wearing a little pair of white cotton panties, decorated with little red hearts, of all things. Mr. Keller urged at me to turn around for him, to bend over and I did all of that. I spread my legs a little, pulling my panties up between the flawless globes of my ass like a thong and giggled when he praised me. Oh, Rachael thats the finest ass Ive ever seen! He laughed with me, enjoying my dark blush as I felt decidedly warm all over by then. Take off your panties, let me see! I hooked my thumbs in my underwear, pulling them down as I bent over at the waist so that my hair was sweeping the floor. I still had my back to him and I couldnt believe I was doing that! He could see everything, my most personal places. I was only eighteen then and it seemed terribly taboo, letting a stranger see my asshole, my virginal little sphincter. And not only that, but my pussy as well, the secret center of my being that no man had ever seen, let alone touched. And here I was with my legs spread, bent so far over my slit was tilted right up for his inspection. My brown labia were puffy and glistening with wetness. My clit was a hard little nub of sensation that just begged for attention. I held that pose until I felt my labia parting, just a fraction, just enough to give Mr. Keller a glimpse of the hot pink insides before I stood back up. Oh, God! Mr. Keller stared at me as I turned around, taking me in from head to toe as I stood there in my white Molly Browns, rather plain shoes with squared toes and 1 heels. But they were comfortable and when you spent 12 hours on your feet, going to classes and then work, comfort was everything! Do you want me to take off my shoes too? I asked as I realized he was looking at my feet. I was giggling, just a little, feeling strangely giddy at all this attention, focused so intently on my body. Id never felt anything like it before! Oh no. He shook his head. Uh-uh, theyre perfect! He was stroking his cock only slightly faster now and I glanced at his balls, watching them move around slightly, lifting up and down in time with his motion. I love your shaved pussy! Oh! I giggled self-consciously. I did that last year, in high school for cheerleading. I just keep it like that because it itches when the hair grows back. Keep it shaved! Mr. Keller smiled. You look like youre only twelve! I wasnt sure I wanted to look like I was 12 really; it hadnt occurred to me that I might look like that. But Mr. Keller didnt seem to mind so I nodded. Are you a virgin Rachael? he seemed to be getting awfully close to cumming. Yes. I nodded. Ive never done anything, except kiss a little. I looked down. Ive never even seen a man doing that before. Really? Mr. Keller stopped and just squeezed his cock hard. I thought he was hurting himself, but I think he just wanted to keep from cumming. Do you want to touch it? He asked, obviously referring to his cock. Uh I looked at him, unsure of how to ask for what I really wanted. But I finally did. Could I touch your balls? My balls? he laughed. Yeah! Touch them for me, Rachael feel them if you want. And that was it! There was just no going back for me after that! I knelt down, touching his testicles with just my fingertip at first, wondering how sensitive he might be. There was just a little hair, light brown and damp with precum that leaked down the shaft. I got more brave after a few moments, actually cupping them in my hand. They were so light, so warm too, and the sack itself was soft and felt wonderful, but the two eggs inside were harder, like marbles wrapped in some thin spongy material. It was strange and wonderful and wondered what they really looked like in there. Kiss them, Rachael kiss my balls little girl! Mr. Keller reached out, pulling my head closer and I didnt resist at all. I smelled him first, gathering the musky sweaty man smell into my senses and then I was touching them with the tip of my tongue. I kissed them, pressing his ball sack to my face like a small warm pillow. I licked and even opened my mouth at his urging, taking one of his balls into my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a piece of candy, working my tongue around it gently. It was delicious, although really it had very little taste at all, to my mind it was like the finest confectionary Id ever had! Oh fuck yeah, Rachael eat my balls honey. Suck daddys balls now! I sucked them all right; both of them, one at a time switching back and forth until I finally had both of them crammed into my hot wet little mouth. Mr. Keller went back to masturbating then, watching s I crammed myself full of his heavy sperm filled balls. I looked up through half-lidded eyes, watching his eyes as he stared at me. Watching his fist flying over his long cock until at last he finally came. His balls seemed to jerk in my mouth, pulsing as the rested on my tongue and his thick hot sperm shot out of his swollen cock, spraying into the air in small jets of cream and landing on my face. I didnt care, I just kept working his balls, washing them gently as they spewed their sticky load out of his penis. I was amazed at how much there was and how the first 4 or 5 jets had literally shot out of him. I had it on my forehead, in my hair and across my nose. Even some in my eyes, which burned slightly. Mr. Keller kept pumping though and even more ran down over his hand and down the shaft, leaking onto my lips and chin. Finally, when it seemed he was spent, I released his balls with a reluctant wet plop from my mouth. Oh shit, that was fantastic, Rachael! He was smiling at me, his semi-hard cock now standing there, bending slightly and all red and wet from his orgasm. He held up his hand, covered with semen and reached for a towel to wipe it off. I smiled and nodded. It had been good for me too. My cunt was burning and one touch and I think Id have cum too, but I resisted. I just licked my lips and scooped his sperm off my face with my fingers, tasting it somewhat suspiciously at first, but it wasnt bad at all. Kind of salty and a little sour I thought. The texture was the hardest thing to get used to, but even that didnt bother me as I sucked my fingers clean and swallowed Mr. Kellers sperm. He asked me out as I dressed again, but I said no. I was so busy with school and work I just didnt have time for a boyfriend. Besides, I could see his wedding ring and I was feeling a little guilty now that our little experience was over. But he was very sweet and the next day I got a dozen roses delivered with a little card thanking me for my help. Some of the people I worked with sort of wondered what that was about, but I just smiled and didnt say anything. It wasnt long after that when I found that many of the men who came in, most of them in fact, had little or no reservations about being interrupted and even assisted by a young college coed! I perfected the method of walking into the room without knocking, pretending I had no idea the patient was in there, and completely flustered at having found him in such an embarrassing position. Some of the men just liked to talk, perhaps finding the idea of a girl just watching him jerk off to be exciting. In that case I would act extremely embarrassed, trying to excuse myself repeatedly, but never quite making it back to the door. Other men were like Mr. Keller. They wanted to see me, to have me bare my body for them to see as they stroked their cocks slowly. I did little strip teases for them, removing my clothes slowly and moving around, enjoying the way their eyes followed me. They were famished, I thought, so hungry to see my small breasts, my perfect ass, and my shaved virginal sex. Id masturbate sometimes for them, if they asked for it, rubbing my slit and making a show of cumming the same time they did, pouring my wetness across my frantic fingers. Some guys were more aggressive though. They wanted to touch me, to kiss me and feel my tits or ass. One man even tried to finger my pussy, but I backed away, fearing hed push inside me too hard and too far, breaking my precious cherry. I was saving myself for my husband. Id let these men do almost anything but risk taking my virginity. I let them finger my ass, and enjoyed it quite a lot. Especially when a guy would eat my ass, pushing his hot wet tongue into my butt was a huge turn on. Id even let them lick my pussy, sometimes, but I had to be careful then and it wasnt as good for me because I was nervous. Then there were the guys who wanted even more than that! Some who wanted me to jerk them off into the cup, which I didnt mind one bit. It gave me a good excuse to hold their balls with my other hand, and that was the real reason I was in there at all! Id caress their testicles, squeezing and coaxing them to cum for me, while my right hand moved up and down their cocks. Other guys wanted blowjobs, which I quickly became pretty good at! I liked doing it, mostly because it again gave me the chance to observe and play with their balls. I didnt really like their cocks so much. I thought they were more of a nuisance than anything else, but if it meant blowing a guy so I could feel his balls, I did it. And then there were men who wanted to fuck. They were the dangerous ones. Some of them figured if I was willing to get naked I was willing to go all the way! Wrong answer! Mostly those guys were polite about it though, and if I said no theyd accept it, so long as I gave them a blowjob. But one day, early on in my career, I met a guy named Mr. Lawson and he would not take no for an answer! Mr. Lawson was married too and his wife just couldnt seem to get pregnant. Theyd tried everything and now it was time for artificial insemination. She was pretty Id thought, sitting there in the waiting room for her husband to fill his little cup. Blonde with large breasts that I envied. And that almost stopped me, really, because I didnt want to get him in trouble, you know. But I was sort of horny and Mr. Lawson was a nice looking man, sort of ruggedly handsome like the Marlboro Man. He belonged outside and I wondered what his balls looked like. So, 10 minutes after he went into his little room I walked in too, acting quite shocked to see the man sitting there, paging through a Hustler and stroking a rather average sized penis. If working in the sperm bank has taught me anything, its that you absolutely cannot tell what size a mans cock and balls are from his face. Ive seen the most beautiful balls on the very ugliest men. Real trolls who youd just as soon avoid than look at, but when they dropped their pants Yikes! Big plum shaped balls hanging low in a smooth beautiful sack of wrinkled velvet! I worshipped those balls! And here was a beautiful man and I saw his balls, just a tight round sack, and no definition to the treasures inside at all. Very close to his body and while not unpleasant by any means, theyd never make my top ten. I wasnt sure how hed react, I mean with his pretty wife sitting out front and all. He might have just ignored me, kicked me out and even complained about me. But Id seen him checking me out too, trying to be sneaky about it whiles him and his wife sat there waiting. He was a player, I figured and boy was I right! He lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw me and in no time I was doing a little strip tease for him. Goddamn youre a hot little girl! He was working his penis up and down. You ever fucked a big hard dick before? I smiled shyly and shook my head. No! Never! Im saving myself for my husband. Youre husband? He laughed Youre married? Not yet. I admitted. But someday, maybe I hope. I rubbed my slit a little, watching his little ball sack as it quivered between his pale thighs. My wife saved herself too. Mr. Lawson told me, shaking his head. I wish she hadnt though. Whys that? I asked, genuinely curious. I thought most men would be happy to know they were marrying a virgin. Shes lousy in bed. He clucked his tongue. She looks good, but she fucks like a sack of potatoes. Oh. I replied, not really knowing what else to say. But I bet a wild thing like you would love to get into the honeymoon bed and show your new husband a thing or two, huh? He grinned and rubbed his dick harder. I dont know I I guess so. I wasnt really sure. I mean, it sort of made sense when he put it like that. I sure didnt want my husband, whoever he was, to tell a total stranger I was boring in bed! So He thrust his hips out a little, pushing his hard cock out invitingly. Why dont come a little closer and Ill teach you a little something about riding a cock? Oh, uh no, I couldnt! I started backing away a little. He was a lot bigger than I was and he looked a lot more serious suddenly when he stood up. Where you going, slut? He grinned, picking up my clothes. Dont tell me youre just a little fucking prick tease! No, Im not I mean, please just uh, give me my clothes and I dont think so. He shook his head. Not til I get a little taste of that tight cherry pie you got there! I was really backing up then, although I didnt know where I was going. I couldnt leave without my clothes and if I yelled and we got caught, I was sure to be in all kinds of trouble! Mr. Lawson was supposed to be naked, but I was supposed to be on the other side of the clinic! No! Please! I was whispering and Mr. Lawson, having tossed my clothes on the chair behind him, grabbed my arm and pulled me close. I barely came up to his chest, he was at least a foot and half taller than I was! Shhh quiet now little girl! Im gonna fuck the shit out of you and afterwards youre gonna be thanking me it for! He was hugging me, sliding his hands down my back so he could grab my ass, squeezing my cheeks in his big strong hands. I was terrified of him! I love fucking virgins like you, bitch! Come on ! With that he actually lifted me right up! His hands holding my squirming butt easily and I could feel the head of his cock, wet with precum sliding down between my legs until my slit was riding across the shaft! I was so scared I couldnt breath, I could only hang on to the man with my arms around his neck and my hard burning nipples pushed against his chest. My heart was pounding and I was almost sobbing, begging him to stop. I dont know why I felt so excited! I didnt want him to make love to me, not in the least, but my pussy didnt seem to care about what I wanted at all! I was dripping and my vaginal walls were spasming, as if trying to find something big and long and hard to grab onto! This wasnt right at all! Mr. Lawson was trying to get his dick inside me as he held my butt, flexing his knees and arching his back, even lifting me up and down, almost bouncing me so that his cockhead was rubbing across my bottom. But thankfully it wasnt going in, at least not without help! So, he took me to the chair, not bothering to move my clothes and dropped me down on it, grabbing my calves and lifting me so I was spread wide open for him as he looked down at me. I bet your tighter than hell in there, baby! He laughed and I just knew he was going to get down on his knees, put my legs over his shoulders and push that awful ugly cock right up inside me! Dont worry, he said, loosening his grip on my legs slightly, you can tell your husband all about this when he asks how you know so much about fucking! That was when I did something I never would have dreamt of doing before. I jerked my right leg away from the man, so that it dropped down and then I brought my heavy leather Molly Brown right up into his balls! WHAM!!! I might be short, but I have some damn fine legs! 10 years of ballet and cheerleading were not wasted on me! He stepped back, his eyes opened super wide in disbelief and he brought his hands down like he might protect himself, but it was too late for that. And I wasnt taking any chances! I stood up, as quickly as I could, and hands or no, I took a really good kick at him the second time! I wasnt sitting down now, so I could get my whole body into it and I brought my right toe up so hard I thought for a split second Id kill him with it! WHAM!!!!!! Of course I didnt kill him, thank goodness! Id just smashed his balls with my foot like they were made out of butter! I even thought I heard his pelvic bone cracking! But that might have just been my imagination. Anyway, Mr. Lawson went white as a ghost and dropped like a sack of potatoes! He didnt even curl up, like Id have expected, it was much too painful for him I think. He just retched and coughed and groaned a lot. His eyes were shut now and watering, well he was sobbing like a little girl, but I hate stealing the man of his dignity by saying that. And then, as I stood there, something wonderful happened! I came! I had the best and longest orgasm of my life! My knees buckled and fell right on my butt back into the chair! I rubbed my clit frantically, whimpering like a puppy as I felt the intense pleasure washing over me. It was flood, a real flood of excitement and I was so lost I didnt even realize I was soaking my clothes with girl juice! Even if I had, I couldnt have stopped! It was soooo good! That was when I knew I loved balls. Not just liked them, not just lusted to hold and kiss and suck those divine orbs, no I truly loved them! That guy, Mr. Lawson, had been so big, so strong, and so determined to take from me something that was not his and now, he was lying there, at my feet crying! Balls were not only a pleasure to look at and a joy to hold, they were also a source of complete and absolute power for the person who was willing to use them! And that, I decided, was going to be me! But first I had to take care of something! Mrs. Lawson was sitting outside, expecting her husband to deliver some of that precious sperm she wanted to start her family with! It was time to get it, pain or no pain! I grabbed the cup and bent down, pulling Mr. Lawsons hands away from his balls. They werent so bad, I didnt think. There was some bruising already starting, and they looked a little swollen, but not bad. I didnt have much experience with men and their injuries, granted, but my opinion was that hed survive. But his ugly useless little penis was hanging there, small and limp now. I started massaging it vigorously, rubbing it up and down and squeezing it. Mr. Lawson just moaned a lot and tried to push me away, but I grabbed his balls in my other hand and squeezed them hard! You be good, Mr. Lawson! I warned him. Were gonna get some sperm now, so just relax! Ohhh no noooo please He whimpered. I chuckled and wondered why Id ever worried about this guy! He was certainly harmless now! Shhhh I told him and went right on working his penis and you know what? It finally did start getting hard again, luckily for him! I rubbed and stroked and squeezed, and I even used my mouth, trying to get him to enjoy the pleasure and forget about the pain. No...stop please Im sorry He kept talking but there was no way, I wanted his sperm and it was getting close. Precum was already leaking from the head and then, finally after about 10 minutes of hard jerking, during which he started crying again, I might add Mr. Lawson rewarded me with a dozen good hard spurts of jism into the cup I was holding. Oh good boy! Good boy, Mr. Lawson! I was encouraging him, but he probably couldnt hear me because he was moaning quite loudly as he came. My fingers around his nuts could feel them tensing as they tried to pump even more out of him and that must have been painful! I held up the container, looking at it. It wasnt the biggest load Id seen, not by a long shot, and it had faint streaks of pink in it, but that just made it look pretty I thought. I looked down at Mr. Lawson and shook my head. Well, I hope this works, Mr. Lawson. Youre wife looks like shed be a good mother. But you I tsk-tsked him, You need to know that just because youre so big doesnt mean everybody else has to do what you want! I I know Im s-s-sorry He was trying to nod, but he didnt sound very sincere. Well, I hope so. I told him sternly, then I put my foot on his balls, pressing down onto the cold tiled floor. Wha-what are Ohhh! you doing? He breathed and he was trying to grab my foot, so I pushed harder. You wont need these anymore, Mr. Lawson. I told him. Weve got all the sperm we need now! I smiled and leaned forward, putting some weight on them. He was begging now and I nodded sympathetically. Just remember this and dont say a word to anyone! Do you understand me? Or Ill crush your balls, Mr. Lawson! I swear! I I promise no no not a word promise! He was pleading with his eyes and I removed my foot slowly. I got dressed, quickly, frowning at how wet and smelly my clothes were. Id been sitting on them when Id had the greatest cum of my life, after all! I checked Mr. Lawsons balls. They were really swollen now and turning all kinds of pretty colors. But they werent cut or anything, there was no bleeding, so I figured that was a good thing. I slapped his face a few times, waking him up, but he was looking very worn out. I did finally manage to get him back in the chair though, turning on the TV for him so hed have some entertainment. I set the container down on the table next to him and smiled. He looked like hed just taken a little nap after jerking off. Now Mr. Lawson, if you tell anyone that I hurt you I pointed my finger in his face. Im going to say you tried to rape me. Do you understand? And then Im gonna crush your balls, like we agreed! Remember that? Remember your promise? No no please no more! He hadnt heard a word Id said. He saw my face and just assumed I was going to hurt his balls again. He covered himself up and looked like he was ready to cry again. I figured that would be enough. He wouldnt talk. I did think I owed Mrs. Lawson an explanation though. I snuck out of the room and back to the staff locker room, grabbing a quick shower and finding a clean uniform. I didnt have any more underwear, but that didnt matter, my shift was almost over. I found the Lawsons address in their file when I was emptying the trash by the front desk and a few days later I decided to pay them a visit. I was feeling a little guilty. They had a nice house and I rang the doorbell a little nervously. Mrs. Lawson answered and she recognized me right away. Oh, youre the girl who was working at the clinic, arent you? She was still pretty and I ignored her big boobs. Yeah. I nodded. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a few minutes? Sure, come in. She was confused, naturally, but very polite. We sat down in the kitchen and had some coffee. Im here because your husband, uh, Mr. Lawson he I wasnt sure how to say it. He tried to rape me. He what? Mrs. Lawson almost dropped her cup, but she didnt. I was um, cleaning up and he .started talking to me, while he was, mmmm you know When he was getting his the sperm? Mrs. Lawson stared at me. Yeah. And he asked me if I was a virgin because he was going to teach me how to, uh, fuck I blushed and looked down. He said I should learn because you were like a a sack of potatoes in bed, I mean. He said what? That seemed to wake her up! I told her everything, well mostly. I didnt exactly say that Id done a strip tease for him. Or that Id jerked him off and even sucked him so she could get pregnant. But I told her most of the other stuff, how hed grabbed me and told me he was going to break my cherry and all that. Mrs. Lawson listened to it all, her eyes getting a little damp and her cheeks flushing slightly. And so I, uh, kicked him. In the balls, you know, because thats what they told me to do in school when a man tries to do that I finished up quietly. I think I broke them. Well if you didnt I will! She suddenly said and stood up. Come with me! I followed her to the master bedroom and there was Mr. Lawson, lying in bed sleeping peacefully. He looked a lot better than he had the last time Id seen him, that was for sure. Hes been lying there ever since I brought him home. He wouldnt tell me what was wrong and he could barely move, I had to help him in and out of the car and it took half an hour! She shook her head. I always knew he was unhappy. She looked at me. But trying to rape a little girl? How old are you? I just turned 18 a little bit ago. I told her. Well, you did the right thing, sweetie! She nodded at her own words. They have his sperm frozen away at the hospital and the doctor said it was fine. I can try to get pregnant all I want now; he doesnt need those pesky things anymore! I watched as Mrs. Lawson woke up her husband. Ted? Ted! Wake up theres someone here to see you. He opened his eyes slowly, slightly disoriented and staring blankly at his wife first. Hi Mr. Lawson! I smiled. Remember me? He started yelling then, clutching at his wife as if she might save him. Shhh quiet dear. Mrs. Lawson told him. I just want to know something. Did you try to rape this girl? Wha ? No no it wasnt it wasnt like that! No ! But Mrs. Lawson reached down and grabbed what must have been her husbands still tender balls, squeezing them hard, I figured judging from the way he went stiff as a board! Now tell me the truth, Ted. Mrs. Lawson warned him. I she I wanted to to help her to show her how How to do what, Ted? Her husband screamed and I guess Mrs. Lawson had squeezed him again. How to fuck! Oh Christ Melanie Mel it hurts stop He was sobbing again and I shook my head. Why did you marry him? I blurted out, forgetting I was a guest in the womans home, but she dismissed it with a wave of her hand. I dont know. She sighed. Do you want to do it? She asked me. Yeah, sure! I smiled, feeling my pussy juicing nicely. How should I do it? D-Do what? Mr. Lawson asked, but we ignored him. Mrs. Lawson had pulled the sheet all the way down and then she pulled Mr. Lawsons boxers down too, so we could see his black and blue pelvic area. She whistled You must have kicked him pretty good! Uh, twice, actually I was scared. Do what? Her husband asked again. I bet. She nodded and gave me a sympathetic smile. Well, we wont have to be afraid of him much longer. Let me see what I can find in the garage. She looked at her husband and waved her fingers. Be back in a jiffy! Mel what are you doing no Melanie wait ! Mr. Lawson looked at me and I sat down on the bed, reaching out but he jerked painfully away. D-Dont touch me! Its gonna be okay, Mr. Lawson. I told him. Were just going to fix your problem. Dont worry, I told your wife everything! Ev-Everything? He swallowed hard. Yep and when I told her how you said she made love like a sack of potatoes I made a face. You shouldnt say that about your wife, Mr. Lawson! Here we are! Mrs. Lawson returned with pair of funny looking pliers. What are you Mr. Lawson stared in disbelief. V-Vice grips? Wha--- no noooooo! I could see understanding dawning in his eyes. Mrs. Lawson handed them to me. I think you screw that thingy there and they get tighter, or something. We played with them for a few minutes, they werent all that complicated at all. Mrs. Lawson got on top of her husband then, straddling his chest and holding his arms at the wrists. He was trying to struggle, but really, he could barely move his hips at all. Well Ted, she smiled. I guess you wont have to worry about this sack of potatoes anymore! I was busy fitting those vice grips over his left nut. I figured Id do them one at a time and Mrs. Lawson smiled at me, turning her head so she could watch. Ready? I asked Mrs. Lawson and she nodded. Her face looked flushed and her eyes had a peculiar glaze to them. She licked her lips in anticipation and I knew she was feeling the same excitement that I was. My nipples were so hard I thought theyd poke right through my bra! And my pussy was a raging fire, like I was dripping gasoline instead of girly goo! I rubbed my thighs together and started squeezing the handles together, watching as the testicle I had trapped between the teeth started to compress. Oh God! Mrs. Lawson sighed and she bounced a little bit on her husbands chest. The nut was getting flatter and flatter and we could actually see it seeming to get bigger around as all that pressure pushed the spermy whatever it was stuff inside. Then, with a loud metallic *snick* the handles snapped tightly in place and there was a weird donut shaped disk protruding around the jaws. His ball hadnt popped at all! Mr. Lawson was screaming by now, of course and I was getting a little annoyed with it! Especially since his nut hadnt exploded the way Id wanted it to! I sat up, leaving the vice grips in place, and pulled off my panties. They were soaked, but Mr. Lawson wouldnt care! I shoved them into his mouth and his wife smiled at me as I smoothed my skirt. Good idea, sweetie. She smiled. Try the other one that was weird. Okay! I had to struggle a bit to get the jaws of those pliers apart again, but I did. I fitted the jaws over his other nut, and this time I didnt try to go slow, thinking maybe that was the problem Id given his nut too much time to stretch! *SNICK* The vice grips snapped shut and this time Mr. Lawson just went crazy, bucking and moving, trying to get away, even though it must have hurt him terribly! But his ball was ruined! I almost came right then when we could almost see it just pop from the quick pressure Id applied! And then Mr. Lawson passed out, which was a good thing because his wife wanted to play with his other nut, the weird donut shaped one. We both felt it in our fingers and it was really bent out of shape, but definitely not popped. Here, let me try it. Mrs. Lawson said and she used the vice grips on it three or four times, snicking it into place and then releasing it to try it someplace else. It was pretty funny, really. Maybe its like made out of rubber or something? I laughed. Mrs. Lawson was giggling too. Maybe, I dont know. Weird, huh? She got a big heavy book, her wedding album, and put it underneath her unconscious husbands balls. Lets just try whacking it. She said and I sat there, watching as Mrs. Lawson smashed his balls with the vice grips like it was a strangely shaped hammer. While she was doing that, I just couldnt help myself. I had to frig my pussy, it was just too darn hot to ignore! I rubbed my clit and around my labia, slipping my finger inside and tickling the soft greasy folds carefully. It was really nice. Heh! Mrs. Lawson grinned at me, huffing and puffing a little, and seriously worked up! I think I got it that time! She was squeezing his balls and she invited me to try. They felt like they were full of pudding and we laughed hugging each other happily. I cant believe I crushed his balls! Mrs. Lawson was saying. That we crushed his balls! She corrected with a giggle and then I suddenly found her lips on mine and somehow we were kissing hard. Her tongue filled my mouth and I sucked at it eagerly, bring my hands to feel her breasts through her blouse. I havent been with another woman since college! She breathed, pushing me back on top of her husbands form. I spread my legs and she moved her mouth down to lick my thighs, teasing me before she found my hard little clitoris and pinched it gently between her lips. Oh my God! I was crying out when she started tonguing me! I had no idea a girl could make me feel like that! The few guys Id let try it had been rank amateurs compared to Mrs. Lawson! I was digging my fingers through her hair, hunching my cunt up to her mouth, begging for more as she ate me out. I pulled at her top, pulling it over her head and then mine too while she removed her jeans and panties. She yanked my own skirt down with a giggle and suddenly we were both completely naked, half laying on her husband and kissing and licking hungrily at whatever part of each other we could reach. Oh, sweetie! She breathed, I love your hot little body! She was sucking my tits, biting them softly and even chewing them so that it was almost, but not quite painful. I was busy anyway, exploring her smooth white back down to the full roundness of her ass. I pushed her down again, turning her so we could 69 for awhile. Id never, ever sucked another girls pussy before, but I dove right in, shoving my tongue without hesitation into her slick warm sex. It tasted so sweet, so deliciously tangy, and different then mine, I thought, but similar too. We ate each other to a half dozen good cums between us before her husband started coming around again. We ignored him until he started trying to talk. Then we started having little giggling fits and we disentangled long enough for Mrs. Lawson to remove my panties from her husbands mouth. Ohhh He groaned. Wha what did you do ? I sucked Mrs. Lawsons big heavy breasts, nursing them like a child. Her swollen nipples were so big, so hard and long. I bit one, teasing it between my teeth while she tried to talk and moan at the same time. Ted Mmmm .I smashed .ahhh!!! Oh suck it darling suck mamas tits baby!.... She was gasping and cradling my head to her. We smashed your mmmm ballsssssss .yessss! I fingered her cunt hard, working three fingers inside the woman as I moved my mouth to her other breast. We smashed your balls! I laughed, finishing for the woman. You bitches . Ted groaned, staring at us. You dyke bitches Mrs. Lawson just giggled at him. Thats right Ted Im a dyke .I guess I always was Thats why I never was any good with you in bed. I just didnt like it! She turned then and moved so her head was on her husbands chest, pulling me to straddle her. Poor Mr. Lawson could only watch as his pretty wife licked my cunt for nearly an hour, making me scream and cry and praise God almighty every time I came in her hungry mouth! Last time I saw them, Mrs. Lawson was getting ready to have her twins and she already had a nanny! A cute little redhead named Liz who was massaging Mrs. Lawsons swollen belly with her hands, while her mouth massaged the womans swollen tits. Liz said the milk was really yummy and it was! Mr. Lawson seemed very polite, although he didnt really look at me. He just knelt there holding the tray with our coffee on it. Hes a very good husband now and its hard to believe hed tried to rape me once! Ball busting became my passion after that episode. Castration too, but busting more than anything, because that was like having a remote control for men. Want to turn them down a little? Just give them a good hard squeeze, or a kick maybe. Even a well placed stomp could really do the trick! But not every man wants, or even deserves to be busted, hard as that is to believe. Every man should be castrated though, everyone knows that. But busting is different. Id say, in my expert opinion, that 9 out 10 men deserve to get their balls seriously busted. And by seriously, I mean injured, not just hurt. I figured thats why God gave them two, you know? So you could really turn one into pudding and the other one, leave until later. Like a sword hanging over the guys head, you know? Just in case he forgets what happened to his first ball! Now a lot of men like to get busted. I wont talk about them. Ive written quite a lot about those guys and yes, I do love them oh so much! Theyre special to me, every one of them. Even the ones I dont know personally, I know theyre out there, someplace. Letting some other woman bust them. Or, if theyre not quite so fortunate as that, at least theyre dreaming about it! Maybe even reading something I wrote while they have their balls in a vice! I like that! Guys write to me and they say Oh, I read Proposed or About Shoes and I jerked off three times!! But my favorite letters always say: I read your story and I locked my balls in a vice! Every time I paged down I gave it another crank! By the time I got to the end I was sweaty and nauseas and hard as a rock! Please, please Rachael Write longer stories! I want to bust a nut for you! I like those letters a lot! So you know this is gonna be a long story!! Guys that dont want to get busted are wimps! Yeah, I said it. Wimps! Any man who is more attached to his balls than he is to me isnt getting very far! That wasnt what happened with Mr. Kennedy though; we werent really attached at all. He was a patient, a donor, and he wasnt so much a superb male specimen as he was a genuine genius. He was a Nobel nominee twice and for all I know he might have won this past year. I hope so, he deserves it. Hes a professor at the University and he was donating sperm because (1) some woman might want some of those genuine genius genes in her baby; and (2) hed never gotten married and had this fear of leaving the world without leaving behind some progeny someplace. Yeah, hes a philosophy professor. He wasnt that old, although everyone seems old when youre just 19 like I was. He was about 54 I think. Thin with a little tummy, but it was a cute one. Going a little bald, but not bad. Pretty ordinary looking really. As soon as I saw him I knew I wanted to pop one of his balls, maybe even both, since he was donating sperm and wouldnt need them anymore. Plus, how many girls can say they popped the balls on one of the smartest guys in the world? Not many I bet! And besides, I hadnt busted a guy an unwilling guy, in ages! My boyfriend, who was a CBT addict, was really spoiling me! By now Id been at the Clinic almost a year and I knew all the tricks! Instead of clumsily stumbling into the room as if by accident, I walked in like I owned the place! Hi! I smiled brightly at Professor Kennedy. He was just getting started and I was happy to see hed popped in a tape featuring some very young looking girls! Uh He covered himself up and glanced at the screen. Hi. He looked at me. Im here to help you! I was walking over towards him slowly. Help me? He was turning just a little red. With your donation? I shrugged. Some men, some older men I stressed. Seem to have a little difficulty? Oh, uh I dont I mean, um He was stuttering and looking down at his penis which wasnt really very hard yet. I know. I nodded and by then I was very close. I looked at his penis too. I dont think youll have any problems, but as long as Im here I looked around. Unless you want me to go? It was like giving candy to a baby! Oh! No um dont go, its Im sure. The Professor smiled apologetically and I turned around. Unzip me? I smiled over my shoulder. He did as I asked and I wriggled out of my dress, a one piece white thing that the Clinic had changed to over the summer. Underneath I was only wearing a training bra and some panties with the Little Mermaid on them. Id gotten them from Sears, in the Junior Miss department and if my tiny boobs, narrow boyish hips, and little shaved sex made me look 12, my pigtails and underwear made me look even younger! I sure hoped the Professor was a pedophile! I kept my shoes on, they were powder blue Skechers with pink laces and those Id had to order online. But they were so comfy and they just looked adorable! Is this okay? I stood there with my knees pointing inward just a little, biting my thumbnail as I looked at him. All I needed was a Teddy Bear I thought, and the guy would have cum right then! He was already hard as a rock, probably harder than hed been since his namesake was President! And without even touching himself! What a perv! I was going to crush this guy, definitely! Its uh .yes. Very nice. He swallowed hard and I giggled. Whats your name, uh, little girl? Rachael. I sort of twisted on my hips a little. Whats yours? Prof er, John. He brushed his thinning hair back with his hand. Cant I just ummm I tugged at my panties, pulling them up so the puffy lips of my sex could be seen. Couldnt I just call you Daddy? Why uh, yes you can Rachael, if youd like. He smiled and nodded his head. I rubbed my small 32A boobs through the plain soft white of my training bra. Do you think Im gonna have big boobs when I grow up, Daddy? I asked him innocently. Well, I dont know honey. I think I think theyre very nice the way they are. Hed moved his hand down to his erection now, stroking it slowly. Do you wanna see them, Daddy? I fingered the little hook in the front. Yes, I would like to see them. The Professor breathed. I smiled impishly as I undid my bra, letting it fall away from my little girlish tits. Do you like them Daddy? I shrugged the straps down my arms and tossed my bra onto the desk. Uh-huh, Daddy loves your breasts. His old cock was pretty good sized, for such an old guy and it was leaking precum already. Whatcha doin? I leaned over, obviously looking at his penis. Im, er just scratching, honey. The man replied and I almost laughed, but instead I just giggled, covering my mouth with my hand. Are you itchy? Uh, yes dear, a little bit! He grinned at me. I get itchy too, Daddy! I told him. Right down here! I thrust my hips out a little and rubbed my slit through my too tight panties. Well, maybe you should, um take those off. Oh no! Im not supposed to show anybody my little itchy place! I opened my eyes wide! Are you sure youre scratching it right, Daddy? Its getting all wet on the end! I pointed at a big drop of clear fluid that was spilling out of the tip. I dont know. The Professor laughed. Do you want to scratch it for me? Oh! I dont know Daddy Do you think I should? Mmmm You know Rachael, if youre itchy, and Im itchy maybe we should scratch each other. The old guy was leering at me. I could put it right inside there and wed both feel good, I bet! He wanted to fuck me already? I gasped slightly! This guy was wasting no time! You wanna put it in me? I stared at it for a second and then I looked down at my little panty covered slit. I dont think itll fit, Daddy! Oh, itll fit just fine! I promise Ill be really gentle, Rachael. It wont hurt a bit! He starting sitting up, holding out his arms to me. Oh, Daddy! Ive never done it before though Im afraid! I dont want to! And I didnt, either, but he thought I was playing, Im sure. Theres nothing to be afraid of, baby. Daddys gonna make you a woman, okay You can even pretend youre mommy if you want to! He took hold of my arm and held it as I tried to pull away! No Daddy! Please! I begged, but he wouldnt listen. I didnt think he would, this is precisely what I was talking about earlier! He was still reaching for me when I brought my foot up hard into his totally unprotected balls! WHAM!!! It was a pretty good kick too, but not one of my best. I caught him a little too far back I think and the shoes were rubber, not good hard leather, so they absorbed a bit of his punishment. But the Professor was soooo not ready for it! He dropped like a rock to the floor, on his hands and knees coughing. Bad Daddy! I scolded him as he knelt there like a dog, hanging his head and trembling a little. No means no, Daddy! I reached down between his legs and really surprised him when I grabbed his balls. They were nice, low hanging and heavy. Very attractive, I thought, and warm in my hand. I yanked them back hard when he started moving, like he might get up. No! Stay down, Daddy! I squeezed his balls hard and he groaned loudly. Were gonna milk you now, since youre down there! And while Im doing it, you just think about how itchy I am because of you! He definitely didnt know what I was talking about, but that didnt matter. Only one of us had to; hed figure it out in a minute, I was sure. I plopped down on my butt next to him, keeping a firm grip on his balls with my left hand while my right hand found his still hard cock! I was impressed with my newest Daddy! A lot of guys, most guys, go soft when you give them a good kick. Its a natural thing I suppose; all the muscles that were tight go soft and all the ones that were soft go tight. And guys getting busted generally need to get all the blood they can going up into their heads, since theyre so dizzy all of a sudden. I dunno, some doctor someplace probably knows the real reasons, but thats my opinion. But Theres some guys that when they get hard, you could pretty much do just about anything to their balls and theyd just stay hard. Having a serious interest in having your balls smashed probably helps, but Ive found it doesnt really matter all that much CBT fan or not, some guys have it and some dont. The Professor had it, I was happy to see! Of course, thats not to say a guy who goes soft when he gets busted cant get hard again right away, they can! Believe me! Just like Mr. Lawson had. They just might not enjoy so much. But who cares about them? The Professor was hard, thats for sure. Even after Id kicked him! Even after Id grabbed his balls, squeezing them pretty darn hard to get his attention and then yanking them so far back between his legs that he probably thought I was gonna take them home with me! I started working my fist on his cock, milking Daddy with nice long slow strokes. Come on Daddy, gimme all that yummy cream now! I was talking to him softly and he was even feeling a little better, I think. Not groaning so much anyway. Pump me Daddy, pretend youre inside my tight little pussy! I squeezed my fist around his cock. Daddy wasnt pumping me too much though and so I gave his balls another hard squeeze, just to remind him that he was on his knees for a reason! Pump Daddy! I told him sternly. And then he arched his back a little and tried moving up and down, sliding his cock between my fingers like he meant it. But I didnt stop squeezing his balls, even when I felt his body shaking and I realized he was crying a little. Im gonna squeeze harder Daddy! I warned him and he let out a satisfying yelp and started moving faster! I just really wanted to show him who was boss though, and I knew it would be hard for him to get himself off by himself, so I started milking my bad little Daddy again and he immediately felt better I think. I held his long cock straight down, just working my fist up and down the shaft, smiling at the puddle of precum he was making beneath him. I was rolling his balls too, they felt so nice! Really large, but not huge or anything, just a good size for my hand I thought. I squeezed and rolled them, tugging every now and then if I thought Daddy needed it. He was getting closer I thought, making soft grunts with every pump of my hand along his shiny shaft. Hed stopped crying too and even tried talking to me, telling me he was sorry and stuff. But I told him, Daddy, you were bad and Im not going to let you up because you might try and spank me! He swore he wouldnt, but I didnt believe him! My hand was getting tired too! Id been masturbating Daddy for a long time, almost 10 minutes by my reckoning, and I was going to have to stop soon! I dont know how guys do it, jerking off 5 or 6 times a day for years and years like they do. Maybe somebody will tell me the secret someday, because honestly I stroke a guys cock for 15 minutes and Im done! I have tennis elbow for a week! So Daddy was just going to have to do it, and do it soon! Are you close Daddy? I asked him sweetly. Uhhh please Rachael Im sorry just just let me ohhhh!! I squeezed his balls extra hard! I said, are you close yet Daddy? I tried again. Y-Yes oh God yes! He shivered and I smiled to myself. But a minute later, he still wasnt cumming! Daddy! My arm is getting tired! If you dont cum by yourself, Im gonna have to help you! Wha-What? I dont He sounded so confused! I started wondering if he was a real genius or not! If you dont shoot sperm Daddy, Im going to squeeze it out! I warned him and gave his balls a good hard one just so he knew what I meant. I have really strong hands. I use one of those stress balls, actually I have three of them, one is pretty soft, good for warm-ups, another that is in the middle and I use that one a lot. The third is pretty tough and I do sets, like a weight lifter or something. Ten sets of ten, three times a day with the hard one. Yeah, my hands are very, very strong. I can open a jar of pickles with no problems, believe me. I even crushed walnuts before, but some of those are still too hard, even for me. I bet my hands are stronger than Arnolds! So, when Daddy couldnt cum for me, I just had to squeeze all that sperm out for him! I put the big wide cup under his dick, actually putting the head of his penis inside it, and held it there and then I just started squeezing. I wished I could have switched hands, because I think my right hand is a little stronger than my left, but it probably didnt make much difference! Ohhhhh GOD!!!! Daddy yelled so loud I figured somebody would come running for sure! So I wasted no time! I grit my teeth, dropped my shoulders and squeezed his nuts as hard as Id ever squeezed anything in my life!! I could feel the softness surrounding the harder interiors of his testes and I really cranked on those little jewels! I was growling with the effort and so was he! No longer screaming, he was just more like roaring softly, his whole body trembling like he was going to shake himself to pieces, when it finally happed! *POP* *KA-POP* One nut popped and then the other, bang-bang, and they were totally ruined in my fist. I could feel them suddenly squishy and at the same time a great jet of sperm came shooting out of Daddys dick, spraying into the plastic container like he was taking a pee or something! It was amazing! And it didnt just come out in spurts, oh no, this was one long solid stream of sperm! As long as I kept squeezing it seemed, he kept cumming! I couldnt believe it! But finally, after hed filled it with as much sperm as Id ever seen any one man donate at any one time He was done! I squeezed him a couple more times, just to make sure, and there wasnt any more coming out. His balls felt like somebody had filled them with silly-putty! I let them go, pulling the container away from his dick and watched the professor fall face down on the floor. He was totally spent. Wow! What a good Daddy! I patted him on the head and capped the jar. Thats a whole bunch of cream. I bet you could make a million babies with this! I got dressed and left him there, setting his generous donation down on the table. I slipped out of the room and made a quick round of the clinic. Nobody looked at me funny, or anything, and nobody was wondering about any strange noises. I wondered if the rooms were sound proofed or something. I mean, Id never heard any noises coming from them. Hmmm I shrugged and slipped back inside to see how the Professor was doing. Are you okay? I lifted him up. He was awake at least, but his face was pretty white and his old eyes looked puffy and red. Come on, Daddy! I grunted as I helped him to his feet and he leaned on me unsteadily. Wha-what happened? he asked. I dont know! I looked at his confused face. What do you remember? I I was you were masturbating me and I He looked at me, a little frightened I thought. Did I cum? You know what? I smiled at him. You came so much I think you hurt yourself! Ohhh He nodded. I dont feel anything right now I figured he was probably lucky then. I managed to get him dressed and even hunted up a wheel chair; pushing him about 2 miles back across campus to his little house. It was a nice day for a walk anyway, and we had a nice little chat about what a girl really means when she says no! end [email protected] |