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Tournesol blowrocket
Date: 8/7/2016, Categories: First Time Masturbation Author: merlinnz, Source: xHamster
... testicles could take no more my scrotum tightened as if trying to push my reluctant sperm out. It worked. I felt a massive ejaculation erupt. Just the one this time, but I’m sure the quantity was greater. I can’t think of a time recently where my testicles actually ached to cum. It’s a pain like no other. It’s not the one where you’ve been kicked there, nor is it that numbing one you get when you are cold beyond belief. It’s to be savored and enjoyed and endured for as long as you can. The mental and physical energy spent in try to have that last orgasm meant that I flopped back into the chair. I felt my cock wither inside the machine, even though it continued its pace unaltered in anyway. Seeing as there was only 15 minutes left of the video I lay back to enjoy. Then as the last video came on it happened again, and to my complete and utter surprise. From almost flaccid the machine massaged me back into life. It was like Frankenstein’s monster. I had no control over it. With each trust backwards I felt my cock being tugged ever harder and harder. It seemed like every other muscle in my body fought against this. My stomach tightened and distorted; my legs quivered and shook. My scrotum tightened to the point where my testicles lay flat alongside my body. It felt like they, my testicles, were being sucked up the length of my penis. Any semen that may have been left was now being massaged along my length. I can’t say for sure as I couldn’t see it but it felt like my helmet was ...
... twice its normal size. It felt like it was going to burst. I tried to brake free but all my strength seemed to be diverted to cuming and as I feebly fought my bonds my third orgasm ripped through my body. I say ripped as I had no more semen to give for sure and it felt like my orgasm looked all over me for some, for some to give. Unlike the previous two this one wasn’t as violent as them but the pleasure was even more as I had nothing to give and it seemed to last for ages. As one particular ripple passed by it seemed to kick me in the back of my head as I was f***ed into an involuntary nodding of my head. And what was worse, (?), is because the machine kept perfect time I knew when it would occur again, and again, and again. It was like this orgasm had no right to exist and it was making the most of it’s time here. It wasn’t an orgasm as I knew it, but felt as good. But I couldn’t take any more. It felt like back when I was a teenager and you tried to see how many times you could wank in a day, only there you had control, you chose the when and how. I had to make it stop. So summoning up strength from goodness knows where I broke free with my emergency hand free switched off the machine. It stopped! It didn’t require any other thing other than the turning of a switch to release me from this world of mechanical sexual ecstasy. In some way, there lies the disappointment. You want there to be some sort of afterglow. Some gentle let down, not a sudden and final stop! But there we ...