SandySubmitted by: Brett
The names have been changed to protect...
Sandy is my Godmother. I think ever since I started to get erections around the age of nine, she caused allot of them. Every young boy should have a Godmother like Sandy. She had a shape to lust after with 36DD breasts, 24 waist, 34 hips and I could never keep my young eyes off her large breasts.
They seemed perfect to me in every way. Large, round, yet although they looked very heavy they always were up and pert. Her nipples always seemed to be erect in the tight Angora sweaters that she always wore. Her sweaters were always strained by her large breasts, as if they were trying to get free. This caused the button up sweaters to be strained between her nipples. This also caused the material between the buttons to be strained in an open way that afforded a young horny boy like me an exciting view.
Often I could see that she did not wear a bra and her breasts looked so soft that I always got an immediate erection. Her nipples always seemed so large and erect perhaps because they were being caressed by the soft Angora of the sweater. I was always embarrassed by my tented pants and would go to my room, or the bathroom and masturbate while thinking of her perfect breasts to make it go down. I must have shot about five gallons of sperm in her honor between age nine and age fourteen.
Sandy seemed to have a great assortment of tight soft Angora sweaters in many types and colors. My favorites were the low-necked ones. They afforded me an excellent view of her more than ample cleavage. I think she used to drop her napkin just to be able to watch the tent in my pants appear.
She had to of known how much she excited me because being a nurse she had given me a tetanus shot when I was ten at her house. I had stepped on a nail in her back yard and after bandaging it up had to give me the tetanus shot. Sandy had ordered me to drop my pants and underwear to the floor while her daughter Missy was still in the room. Missy was three years older than me and had seen my dick before as we used to play doctor. Sandy then left the room to go get her needed things.
It took her a few minutes to return and Missy had been staring at my hairless now erect little 4 ½" hard on. Even though my foot hurt I was hard as soon as Sandy ordered me to drop my drawers. She had me lay across her lap and my erect penis was nestled between her panty hosed thighs.
Sandy said as she gave my bottom a hard slap, "This won't hurt at all, you'll only feel a little sting like the slap I just gave you!" Then when she gave me the shot I was so excited already from my penis feeling her panty hose, that I came squirting on the floor. The feeling of her nylons and the excitement of the humiliation from being naked in front of Sandy and Missy was too much for me.
When I had settled down some she told me, "Now. Get up and clean up this mess you made here! I want you to leave your pants down and scoot into the kitchen, get some paper towels. One wet and one dry. You will clean my thighs first and the floor second!"
I returned and kneeled in front of her, cleaned my come off her beautiful thighs and then she opened her legs to allow me to clean she floor. When she did I could see that she only had the panty hose on and her beautiful pussy was right there before me. I almost came again at the beautiful sight.
Sandy yelled at me, "Get busy Brett or I'll have to tell your father what you've done!" That got me going as my Dad always whipped me with his belt and Sandy knew it. It was exciting me and even though I had just come my dick was, again erect and hard.
When I had finished Sandy looked at my erect little penis and said, "Now put that nasty little thing away! I bet you masturbate allot, don't you?" I confessed that I did it every day. Sandy then said, "Perhaps you need to do it two or three times a day to keep it from raising its nasty little head!"
As I pulled up my pants and underwear and stuffed my erection back in them I confessed that sometimes do, do it that much. I then asked her if I could go the bathroom. She told me to go, and I went in and masturbated into the sink. I had forgotten to lock the door and Sandy opened it and entered just as I was milking out the last few drops of come from my dick.
Sandy looked at me and said, "Nasty little boy, squirting your come all the time. Is that all you think about?" As she said that my dick started to spurt some more and I had my first double orgasm.
Seeing that Sandy said, "Well you may be very small but I have never seen a male come so much before. In that regard you are above average. With a small penis like that you will always be a masturbator and you know it don't you?"
I replied that I knew she was right. I seemed to always be horny, and was compelled to masturbate. I would always get nervous in front of cute girls, and then my erection would make me embarrassed because of the tented pants. I wanted to stop it, but other masturbating all the time did not know what to do.
That was the first time I came in front of Sandy, but not the last. When I was around twelve Sandy asked me to feed her dog and cat when ever she Missy would go away for the weekend. She showed me where their hidden key was.
The first weekend, a Friday night that I fed the animals I just could not resist going into Sandy's bedroom. It was as if I was being led my erection that tented my pants almost as soon as I entered the house. By the time I got to Sandy's door I had to take my penis out as it was throbbing.
There was set of low dresser drawers on the wall opposite the foot of her bed with a big mirror over it. I looked in the drawers and struck gold. There were all her Angora sweaters neatly folded. I took the one she wears most out and I could not help myself. It was if my penis was pulling me to it. It went right into the Angora sweater and I wrapped it around it.
My penis started humping it, and I lost control. I started spurting into the sweater. I was coming, and coming. It felt so good I never wanted it to stop. The Angora was exciting every nerve ending in my penis, caressing it. There was just way I could control it. It took over and did what it wanted to do.
After I came back down to Earth, I realized that I had made a big mess of Sandy's favorite Angora sweater. I had to do something! I took it to the bathroom sink and washed it all off. I then hung it in the shower. Sandy said they would not be back until late Monday night so I thought I would have plenty of time for it to dry and then put it away.
Saturday I just could not stop thinking about how good Sandy's Angora sweaters felt on my penis, But this time I carefully folded it inside out. I went down before lunch and masturbated with one and came at the foot of her bed on the rug.
Saturday night when I went in I was once again helpless against the mind of my penis. It led me straight into Sandy's bedroom. I took out another one of Sandy's Angora sweaters. I unbuckled my pants and let them and my underwear drop to my ankles. I folded it inside out. I knelt at the foot of Sandy's bed, wrapped the Angora sweater around my penis. As I did I visualized Sandy's big breasts and imagined my penis sliding up between them in the Angora sweater she had on. That was it I lost it and started spurting come all over the rug at the foot of her bed.
I put the Angora sweater away and went and feed the animals. When I was done I just couldn't leave. I went back into Sandy's bedroom and took out a different Angora sweater. I dropped my pants and masturbated again and came all over the rug at the foot of her bed. I checked the Angora sweater in the shower and it was still quite wet so I left it there.
Sunday I just could not wait to go and feed Sandy's animals so I went down before lunch, went straight to Sandy's bedroom and masturbated. I wanted to sample every Angora sweater she had and she had allot of them.
Sunday night I again did a double header and came twice on the rug at the foot of her bed. I checked the wet Angora sweater in the shower and it was still not completely dry so I left there. I figured I would time to come down after school Monday and put it away.
When I went down to Sandy's Monday after school, Sandy drove in just as I was walking up her driveway. She asked me how things went and if everything was OK. I told her everything was fine. I only got a small erection as I talked to her because I had come seven times over the weekend.
Sandy paid me ten dollars for feeding her animals. I was thinking that I would gladly pay her for the privilege. Not knowing what to do about the wet Angora sweater hanging in her shower all I could do was leave and go home.
The next Friday night Sandy came down to our house for drinks which turned into her staying for dinner as it often did. She of course had on a button up red Angora sweater that was stressed at the buttons between her breasts. I couldn't take it and had to go to the bathroom and masturbate. Sandy asked me if I would be interested in clipping her hedges once a month for twenty dollars, and told I told her yes. She told me to come down tomorrow (Saturday) and see her at 11:00 AM.
When I got there Sandy was in her bedroom I heard her call me into the house as the garage door was open. I came in and she called me beck to her bedroom. When I entered her bedroom I was already scared thinking about her Angora sweater I left in the shower, but when I saw her standing there with her arms folded looking at me with breasts pushed up in a tight low neck white Angora sweater I got an instant erection.
I then noticed that she was holding the Angora sweater I had come all over, washed and hung in the shower in her hand. Sandy said, "Brett can you tell me why this Angora sweater was hanging in the shower and was wet? I also want to know what this white stuff on it is? Tell me the truth or I will have to tell your father and we both know what he'll do about it!"
I did not know what to say. I was trembling. I spurted out the truth uncontrollably and started to cry some. I dropped to my knees. I told how I fantasized about her breasts in the soft Angora sweaters and I masturbated. I pleaded with her not to tell my father that I would do anything if she would just keep it our secret.
Sandy looked down at me and said, "I don't understand how or why you did this. Ok! Tell you what I'll do? I will not tell your father if you will trim those bushes out front until you are twenty-one?"
I started to answer but she cut me off, saying, "First I want you to masturbate for me! Here! Use this older sweater of mine! I want to see you come for me since that's what you think about!" She threw the Angora sweater in front of me and said, "Go on! Stand up drop your pants and underwear, kneel back down and do it or I'll be forced to tell your father!"
Excited and left with no real choice, I stood, dropped my pants and underwear. My penis was still erect. I knelt, grabbed the Angora sweater and folded it inside out. Sandy threw me a towel and told me, "Here, spread this out in front of you to catch that nasty come you're going to shoot out for me!"
I hadn't masturbated all week because I was nervous about Sandy finding out about the Angora sweater. Sandy pulled up a chair and sat in front of me to watch. As she did she leaned over and I could see down her Angora sweater. Her breasts juggled slightly and she cupped them pushing them upward so they ballooned in a sexy way. Sandy looked at me and said, "If these are what make you masturbate and come, then come for them!" It only took me a few strokes and I started spewing my come out. It shot out so forcefully that it shot past the towel and the first two squirts landed on Sandy's shoe. She grabbed her Angora sweater away from me but my penis was still shooting its come out and I squeezed the last of it out.
Sandy ordered me, "Now wipe up that nasty come you got on my shoe! You really have no control over that little penis do you? You know if you're going to grow up to be a man you're going to have to learn to control that little penis. Tell you what I'll do, If you take care of the bushes, and do a good job, I'll reward you just like this once every month. But it will be our secret."
I quickly agreed and thanked her while I wiped her shoe clean. Sandy told me, "Go home and our little secret would be safe unless you screwed it up. I don't want you sneaking in here and masturbating anymore with my Angora sweaters. If you do I'll have that talk with your father."
I quickly pulled up my underwear and then my pants and left. I started to go down once every two weeks and trim those juniper bushes. As I did I often noticed, Sandy changing in her bedroom. There were two windows, one in front to she side of the bed by her dresser with the Angora sweaters in it, and the other behind her bed's headboard.
By now I was around thirteen. There was a white picket fence dividing the front yard and back yard that butted up against the house. It had a big bush on each side. I thought about it. Sandy rarely closed her blinds on the beck window and even the front the blinds did not go all the way together so there was large crack in the middle.
That night I snuck down the street to Sandy's and climbed up on the picket fence. It was just the perfect height to look in the window above her headboard. A few minutes later Sandy came in and went in the bathroom. I could see she was brushing her teeth, and she soon came out, and I got to see what I was hoping for.
Sandy slowly pulled her low cut Angora sweater over her head and those wonderful large breasts I had been dreaming about swung into view. Her nipples were erect, and her areola were very large. I was already stroking, but now I was really stroking away. I came all over the side of the house below the window. Sandy continued to take off her skirt and panties. What a beautiful bush she had. I starting to get hard again, but she put on a bathrobe and went back in the bathroom. I went back home to dream about what I had seen.
That night I dreamt that Sandy allowed me to slip my penis under her Angora sweater and I was pumping it up between her breasts. It felt so good, I was soon coming. I woke up in my bed with my penis still coming and I was all wet. Only then did I realize that I had a wet dream.
All I could think about was Sandy's breasts and every time I did I would get an erection. So needless to say I pretty much had an erection all the time as a young boy. By now I was around fourteen.
Missy had a bedroom window in the back of the house and she never closed her blinds. She was now around seventeen and had blossomed out. Her breasts took after Sandy's but she had a much smaller waist. The first night I saw her I was waiting peeking into Sandy's window and Missy came in topless and got one of Sandy's Angora sweaters out of her dresser. She then went back to her room.
I quickly went around back to watch Missy through her window. She slipped it on and cupped her breasts as she leaned forward to look into her Mirror that was also above her dresser on the opposite wall of the window I was looking in. This made it possible for me to also see down her top. Her breasts looked just as exciting as Sandy's and I was soon squirting my come on the house below Missy's bedroom.
I quickly made it a habit to go down to Sandy's at least four nights week, as I was guaranteed a show worth coming for. Often I would come twice if I got to see Sandy and then Missy of vice versa. On the nights I did not sneak down there I would still masturbate once or twice a day.
I was now around fifteen and had been coming once every month for Sandy as part of our deal for clipping her hedges. Sandy for the past two years was, when she would allow me to masturbate for her, would try to teach me self control over my dick.
She did this by telling me, "No woman wants a man that comes quickly. I'll help you to learn but you must only come when I tell you to do so! When I think you've stroked long enough I'll say these words "ONE, TWO, THREE, READY, SET, and when I say this last word, "COME!" I want you squirt out all your nasty juice!"
I had been coming like this for Sandy the past two years and although I was very good at only coming when she said the word "COME" when I masturbated when I was peeking on them I would come almost immediately.
One night I was peeping in on Missy and she put on her robe and went I presumed to the bathroom. I was standing outside her bedroom window stroking with my pants around my ankles waiting for her to return. A flash blinded me, I then heard giggling.
It was Missy. She had snuck up behind me and had a Polaroid camera in her hand. It had just ejected a picture. Missy said, "Well Brett it looks like I caught my Peeking Tom before he could add more to the stains on the house below my window. Should I show this picture to my Mom, or better yet, your Dad?"
I begged her not to and that I would do anything for her if she would keep it a secret. Missy continued, "I just hate having to mow our big lawns every week. How about if you mow them for me and once a week I'll show you my breasts and you can do what you seem to be very good at doing, Masturbating that little dick of yours. I bet you can come really quickly. Go on I'll give you one minute to come for me and if you don't squirt I'm showing this picture to your Dad."
She egged me on by saying, "Faster! Stroke that little dick faster! Do it! I want you to COME!" When I heard her say that word come I squirted. My balls pumped out all they had.
Seeing me there with my dick wilting in my hand Missy said, "I knew it! All small dicked guys are quick comers and can't last long enough to satisfy a woman!" Then she turned started to walk beck to the door and said, "I'll see you after you mow the lawn every week and I'll give you just one minute to come for me!"
I pulled up my pants and ran home. I was thinking about how ironic this was here Sandy Missy's mother was having me masturbate for her once a month trying to make me learn to control my dick, to last longer and not come so soon. But her Daughter Missy was four times a month having me come for her and making me come in less than a minute.
Over the last two years while Sandy trained me, I was up to this time able to masturbate kneeling in her bedroom for about twenty minutes and then she would tell me those words I wanted to hear and I would come. I had made progress.
But now after a few month of Missy having me come in less than a minute for the next time Sandy had me kneel and masturbate I slipped and came after just five minutes. Sandy looked down at me and laughed. "Look at you you're almost sixteen years old. You have a small little dick and it comes so quickly that it will never be able to satisfy a woman. Do you want the woman you marry to have to have other men as lovers to satisfy her sexual needs?"
I started to cry some and was teary eyed.
Sandy saw this. "I'm sorry Brett. It's really not your fault. I have been with many men, and you know my husband Bob. Well he also has a small dick, but we get along fine because he realizes that I need more than he can give me. I have found that all men with less than average penises like yours are quick comers and they never learn to overcome it. It's in their genes and they just have hair triggers on their little guns."
I knew Sandy was being truthful about my penis being small because in gym class in the locker room all the other guys were allot bigger than me. I asked Sandy, "But how will I ever satisfy a woman and get her to marry me if I will never last long enough to make her come?"
Sandy looked down at me as she stood in front of me and said, "Perhaps I should teach you the other ways to please a woman since you obviously never be able to use your little dick to satisfy a woman!"
With that said, Sandy raised her skirt up to reveal that she had no panties on. Her large hairy pussy was staring me in the face and I could smell it. I had never smelled one before, and even though I had just come I started to get hard again.
"Go on. Lick me there!" With one hand she held her skirt up and with the other she grabbed my hair on the back of my head. I started to lap at it and she coaxed me on.
"Go on Brett, slip that tongue in there between my lips. That's it keep searching until you find a little button at the top of the lips. There that's it. Keep at it its elusive and hard to find, but I think if you practice every month you'll get good at it!"
It was very long and I had to swallow a few times and my tongue started to get tired, but Sandy soon came, "Ohhhh, Yess, that's it! Now lick from the very bottom and suck too!"
As I did Sandy seemed to have allot of fluid flowing out of her pussy, but I did just as she said as I licked and sucked it all up. This was my indoctrination to pleasing a woman orally and I knew right then that it was my true calling. I liked doing it. Having a woman on my face while I licked her just seemed so right.
The next month the night before I was to trim Sandy's bushes I snuck down to peep. Sandy came in later with a man that was not Bob her husband. I knew that Bob was a salesman and traveled allot. Sandy sat on her bed and the guy came over to her and she unzipped his trousers. The then removed a very large python. At least that's what it looked like to me.
It was huge. It must have been at least nine inches long and about two and half inches across. Sandy started to suck on it while she pumped its shaft with both hands one atop the other. She seemed to be almost worshipping it and would often just rub it across her face from ear to ear.
Soon she took off her clothes and scooted back on the bed, and said, "Give it to me I have to have it! I've been thinking about your great cock ever since I felt it when we danced a few months ago."
He then went between Sandy's open legs and started to slip it into her. Sandy moaned, "Oh Jim I love it please give it to me, I have to have it! More give me more, I want it all"
Then I heard Sandy moan almost as if she was in pain. It was so load she was almost screaming and then it was over. I came on the house below her bedroom window while precariously standing on that picket fence.
The following day I rushed down to trim Sandy's bushes early and I saw that same man leaving as I was just about done trimming. I then went in and saw Sandy for my monthly treat. She had practice my oral skills and she was very wet and had allot of kinda white cream inside her that seemed to flow out continously. It took me about a half an hour before it stopped flowing out and she came.
Then she handed me the older Angora sweater and told me, "Show me that you can last at least ten minutes and then I'll give you the command to do it when its time." Then she set a kitchen timer at ten minutes and sat in front of me.
I did it! Made it for ten minutes without coming and I came exactly on her command to come!
However the next month I had not masturbated for five days prior to seeing Sandy for my once a month training, and I came all over her rug while I was practicing my oral skills for her. Sandy was mad at the mess I had made on her carpet near the end of her bed, and when she looked at it she saw that there was allot more mess there that was dried up from my prior orgasms. Sandy said, "Well, I can see that you have taken a step backward and maybe you will always be a quick comer and useless to a woman for intercourse. From now on we'll set the timer at just two minutes and then I'll give you the command to release."
So you can see that by the age of sixteen I was trained well to come quickly as well as my addiction to the feel of a woman's Angora on my penis being an aphrodisiac that I could not control. I had to have it. I craved the wonder feeling that only it provided as it caressed every nerve ending in my penis just so slowly and egged it to cry. Sometimes all it would take was a few strokes and I would lose all control and just be squirting my come before I had any warning.
My High School Marie
Now that I was sixteen and driving, I had a girlfriend at school, Marie. Marie had a nice set of breasts and would often wear Angora sweaters that displayed them nicely. Perhaps this drew me to her in the first place. She liked to have sex and she taught me how. I thought she had a large pussy as I would slip in easily, and often I would also slip out.
The first time Marie and I had problems it was because she had a boyfriend before me that was 23 years old. Her parents did not like him because he was so much older. Marie life guarded and took care of the community pool that was across the street from her house and often when I went to see her she would be over there.
I often ran into her old boyfriend leaving when I went over, and never thought this odd until one day when he was leaving. I saw him smile at me just as he left the pool pump house and then Marie came out. She had a smile on her face until she saw me.
I asked her what they were doing and she confessed that they had been screwing. She said she loved me, but missed the full, deep feeling that she got from his big cock. We had a rough few days and did not see her for awhile while I sorted out my feelings, but eventually I was horny enough that took her back when she promised she would not screw him anymore.
That summer I visited Marie when she worked at the school to help with the summer school classes. I saw this guy leaving the school with same grin on his face. This time it had been about five days since I had come so I was really horny.
I questioned Marie about him again, but she assured me they did not do anything so we went to a movie and then parked. I started to initiate sex and as was usually the case Marie pushed my head down to please her the way that my Godmother Sandy had taught me. I was so glad I had a godmother that taught me how I could best satisfy a woman.
Marie was very wet when I went down on her, but I started to make my tongue work its magic the way I have learned to love. When Marie came she said his name and even though I had my tongue deep inside her and I was upset about it, my little dick was hard as a rock.
It was when I was seventeen that Marie started to allow me to have sex with her and not have to satisfy her orally first. She knew I was quick comer and that I could not last to get her off before I came so she started betting me oral sex. If I could get her off and make her come before I did, then the next day she would perform oral sex on me at break time at school. If I failed and came before she did then I would have to perform oral sex on her at break time at school.
I lost every time, and she always made the bet before allowing me to enter her when she had already my dick hard and it was crying its love tears for her. At first she would insist on being on top and always faced my feet. This allowed her to take a hold of my balls and squeeze them. Another reason I could not hold out long enough. Then she would scoot back and squeeze my poor balls sharply and say, "Make good on your bet!"
I always did too.
Later that year Marie went to the Junior prom with another guy and I waited for her to get home. It was 1:00 AM when she finally showed up. I told her I wanted to go down on her to see if she had sex with her date as a condition of keeping her.
My intention was to dump her if I could tell and I thought I could tell after pleasing her all the time after I came inside her. I laid down and she climbed atop me in the back of my van. Marie took me by surprise as while she lowered her self onto my face she unzipped my pants and extricated my dick that was already hard.
She took a hold of my balls and squeezed them, as she confessed, "No, Brett I really did not have sex tonight with my date. I had sex with three of the football team guys. We traded off partners some and took I care of all three of them.
With that said she sat down fully upon my face and I felt her grip tighten squeezing my poor helpless little balls together in agony. I could do nothing against her except move my tongue as fast as it would go lapping up all the juices that were flowing out of her.
Marie later had sex with another friend Vinie that lived near by and I often chose to wait for her instead of going over to the football field to find her where she was supposedly there with her older brother watching them practice.
I suspected that she was having sex with some her brother's football friends and I just had to find out. I did not want to ask her, but I knew if I could go down on her I might be able to tell. Marie was easy for me to be able to orally satisfy her and never aid no to me, so I had gotten into the habit of just telling her, "I'd like to go down on you? May I please?"
Needless to say she always told me, "Go ahead, You know how much I like you to do it!" This time I could tell that she had just had sex very soon before as her entire bush was wet with slippery come and it was still a little white. As soon as I parted her lips I was delivered a glob of fresh cream that continued to flow out of her for the next fifteen minutes.
Eventually the inevitable happened and Marie got pregnant. I wondered if it was mine or one of the other guys she had sex with and I think this made my penis burn as I was always wondering if I had contracted a sexual disease from her.
Marie Miscarried, but we decided to go to the planned parenthood free clinic to get checked out. Marie got checked out first, and when the doctor asked me in he also asked if Marie wanted to go it also. Marie quickly said yes and I was a little surprised as I had no choice in the matter.
The doctor told me to drop my pants and underwear, and when I did he kind of starred at my cock. He turned to Marie and asked her if we had sex? She told him we did, and he asked her if we were exclusive partners? Marie told him, "I also have sex with about ten other guys regularly."
The doctor chuckled and quietly commented to her, "I can see why." Then he asked me if I had any trouble urinating or ejaculating? I thought this was strange but told him I did not. He then told me that the
I mowed Sandy's lawn and trimmed her bushes until I moved out of my parents house when I was 26 years old.
Today I am forty-eight and my wife has pretty much kept my little penis locked in a chastity device for the past three years. The first two years in a CB2000 and the last year in a newer CB3000 that is much more comfortable. The comfort is important not only for continuos wear, but I still can't stop getting an erection no matter where I am when I see a woman wearing anything Angora. Wearing my chastity device keeps me focused on my wife, my work, and keeps me from wasting time masturbating.
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