The names have been changed to protect the guilty. After all, we all want to get married one day and have kids.

It happened two years ago while I was still in college. It started fairly innocently, but then got seriously out of hand. Or should I say, in many hands. He was my “little brother.” Don’t get the wrong idea. I was a junior in college, and the girls who volunteered in my sorority were assigned a little brother, a freshman pledge, in the fraternity. We also did the same thing with the new girls; they got an older brother. We were given the guys’ name, and later he would be formally introduced to us. It was done primarily for social reasons, and we would get together and show our younger “siblings” the campus and tell them the dos and don’ts, where we hang out, etc. Occasionally, romance may blossom, but usually, you are introducing them or trying to do some matchmaking.

I got James. Not Jim, not Jimmy, but James. He was an average-looking guy and kind of cute. He stood about 5’10”, had an athletic build, a fair complexion, red hair, blue eyes, and an easy smile. He was shy at first but had a great sense of humor once he got comfortable. I joke a bit about his name because when I first met him, I said, “Hi Jim, welcome to college.” He very politely answered, “Thank you, Lisa. It’s great to be here. I prefer James if that’s okay, and thank you for volunteering to show me around.” His big brother, Ryan, said, “Yeah, and he’s no third or fourth, he’s the seventh. James Richardson the VII.”

Well, I later learned that James Richardson, the VII, also had the financial means that his name suggested. I came from very modest means and was working and borrowing my way through college like many people. James had it made. He wasn’t allowed to have a car on campus for the first semester, so I usually offered to pick him up when we went to different places. James paid for everything. Lunch, drinks, whatever. He wouldn’t even let me put gas in the car; he would always fill it up. If he saw me at a bar, he would at least buy me a drink, and sometimes buy a round for my friends (usually other sorority sisters). He had class and carried himself with a grace that guys typically don’t acquire until they are much older, if ever.

It was a Friday night at about 2:00 a.m. I was with 3 of my sorority sisters, and we were heading back to the house from the bars. Of course, we had to stop at the bagel sandwich stop for our open-faced turkey melts, as was the weekly ritual. James was there with another guy. We said hi, and it seemed the other guy had left after we had ordered, so we sat down with James. All the other girls knew James, and we were all intoxicated. A lot of sexual innuendos were being launched about the table. We started talking about playing cards and decided to go back to the house and play some cards, and James was dragged along.

We picked up another girl at the house for our card game. So there were five girls and James playing cards. Well, the game quickly turned into a strip poker game. We were all basically down to our underwear. We had let each other off the hook a couple of times by letting the loser do something stupid like chug a glass of beer or run out the front door, around the house, and in the back door in their underwear. James was down to his tighty-whiteys and had a huge bulge in the pouch, but he didn’t appear to have a hard-on. Eileen was sitting next to him and had tickled him a few times and was teasing him on how ticklish he was. He kept saying he wasn’t ticklish; it was just that her hands were cold. Well, James finally lost. The girls started chanting to take it off. I was at first embarrassed for him but also wanted to see more of that package in his cotton briefs. James kept asking for a dare instead of losing his last shred of clothing.

Eileen came up with the perfect dare.

Eileen said, “If you aren’t ticklish, then you should have no problem letting us tie you to the bed and tickle you for 5 minutes.”

James refused. No way was he going to do that.

The girls told him to take it off then.

After a lot of going back and forth, James finally agreed to the dare.

We took him up to Barbara’s room because her roommate had gone for the weekend, and she had a great bed for bondage.

Even though he was intoxicated, James looked very concerned as we tied first his arms, then each leg to the posts of the bed with some stockings. Robin ran to her room and came back with a large feather.

As I looked around the room at the girls, I wondered who James was most attracted to. Each girl was so unique. There was Eileen, Barbara, Robin, Sandy, and me, Lisa. Eileen and Sandy were sophomores, and Barbara, Robin, and I were juniors. Eileen obviously was in lust with James, and I think all of us found him attractive. James was now spread-eagled on the bed; his fair skin contrasted sharply with the blue sheets. His well-toned body was covered with strawberry-blond curls with freckles on his arms and lower legs. His blue eyes were alive, and I think being bound to the bed had detoxified him.

Eileen is short, a bit chubby, with very large breasts. She is very cute: short blonde hair, green eyes, and a sexy smile. She still wore her long sweater and had shed her bra and underwear during the game. Her sweater just barely covered her rounded ass, and when she would bend over, the lips of her pussy were clearly visible.

Barbara is tall with very long dark hair, a long, sexy neck that enhances her lean build, and beautiful legs. She was dressed in a black bra and black panties.

Robin is probably the prettiest girl in the sorority. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, stands about 5 foot 2 inches with a perfect shape, small waist, maybe a little smaller than average breasts, but she had great hips, a perky, beautiful ass, and fantastic legs. Her face is perfect with her slightly turned-up nose and always-present smile. Her bra and panties were white with little yellow and green flowers.

Sandy and I could be twin sisters except for the length of our hair and that we were a year apart in age. We are 5 foot 5, with brown hair and brown eyes; our thin bodies were perpetually tan with our European genetics. Sandy’s breasts looked bigger than my firm, ample mounds, but she was wearing a pushup bra at the moment. Sandy had long hair, just below her shoulders, and I had much shorter hair.

The tickling commenced. I attended to one of his feet and intended to watch how this progressed. Barbara also seemed to be a little reserved and concentrated on his other foot. Eileen was immediately at his muscular mid-section, tickling his sides while leaning over him and looking in his face. When she leaned over, I could easily see her pussy from behind. She had very little pubic hair, and what she did have was very fine and blonde.

Robin had her big red feather, which she was using on James’ thighs. She started running it up and down, brushing the hair on his legs, but then she started concentrating on his inner thighs. Sandy was at the head of the bed, trying to tickle his neck and ears.

James was ticklish and was thrashing a bit on the bed. His feet were especially sensitive, and I actually started to get into tickling him. About a minute or so into this, Robin exclaimed, “Look, girls, James has an erection!”

Everyone stopped and looked at James’ crotch. The large bulge was still there, but now his hard cock was trying to push up a tent in his underwear.

Eileen said, “Who’s got some scissors?”

Barbara replied, “Here’s some,” pulling a pair out of a nearby drawer and handing them to Eileen.

Eileen started to put the scissors under one side of the waistband, and James started going nuts. “That’s not fair. Foul, foul.”

I felt I had to jump into it and said that James was right. Since he was doing the dare, he gets to keep his underwear.

Eileen looked James in the eyes and said, “Let’s make a deal.”

James responded, “What do you mean, deal?”

“I’ll take off all my clothes if you let me remove yours.”

“No way. All of you have to do it.”

“Okay, how ‘bout it?”

Robin and Sandy both agreed, but I didn’t want to strip, and Barbara refused as well.

Eileen said, “Hey, that’s three for one,” and started to cut his underwear.

James started thrashing and shouted out, “All five, all five!”

Eileen stopped cutting and said, “Come on, three out of five ain’t bad.” James just shook his head.

The girls then turned on Barbara and me. Barbara finally said okay, which left me as the sole party pooper.

I finally said okay.

Eileen quickly shed her sweater, letting her huge boobs into view. Each of us unhooked our bras and lowered our panties as Eileen concentrated on cutting the white briefs away. After cutting one side, the briefs shot up as his fat pole stood straight up. Eileen giggled and started working on the other side as her breasts rubbed his hard cock and hid it from our view. Once the other side was done, she pulled away the briefs and stood up.

James was looking at all the naked women as we looked at him. His hard cock just pointed to the ceiling. It wasn’t abnormally large, probably just over 7 inches long, but it was pretty thick. But we were each in awe. The wonder each of us was experiencing was because of the size of his balls. They were huge. I don’t think I ever thought about a guy’s balls before, but here I was, just amazed at the size of his nuts. I had only been with six guys before, and one of the guys had a really long cock (about 8 inches). But in the balls department, James made them look like newborn babies in comparison. Each ball was about the size of a baseball. No exaggeration. They hung down in this huge sack between his legs, covered with strawberry blonde curls. In my experience, guys’ balls were about the size of walnuts, maybe as big as a small lime. I never gave it much thought. But James’s balls were huge, and as I looked at the other girls, I knew they were thinking the same thing.

Eileen, certainly the least shy of us, blurted out, “Look at the size of those balls! They’re huge!” She immediately cupped them in her hand. Well, I shouldn’t say “them” because only one would fit in your hand at a time. She squeezed and stroked his thick cock with her other hand. James let out a gasp, then said, “Hey. No touching!” Eileen just laughed, but then James said, “Seriously. No touching!”

I told Eileen, “You better listen. He said, ‘No,’ you don’t want to be accused of rape or anything like that.”

Eileen backed off, and everybody looked at me. I said, “Hey, if we said ‘no,’ we would want and expect him to stop. Right?” They nodded.

Eileen said, “Then what’s next?”

Barbara said, “I’ll show you what’s next.” She leaned over James, letting her long hair hang over his face. Gently, she caressed his face and neck with her hair, then she moved closer and began breathing and whispering something in his ear. She backed off and continued to move down his body, letting her hair tease every nerve ending of his body. Barbara looked incredible. Her thin, shapely legs and sexy ass supported her at the side of the bed as her breasts hung down from her lean torso. She got to his erection and started blowing air at the throbbing red head as she continued to brush her hair over his groin. She then stood up and put one leg up on the bed on the other side of James’s head, totally exposing her moist pussy only inches from James’s face. Then she said, “James, you want to make another deal?”

He stammered, “What did you have in mind?”

Barbara smiled and said, “We are each going to see how fast you can cum. We are going to time you. And we are going to time your recovery between each orgasm. Your balls seem like they have plenty of capacity and can probably manufacture the stuff pretty quickly. After each one of us makes you orgasm, you get to eat our pussies.” She then lowered her pussy just above his lips and added, “Are you man enough?”

James was tough though, and he responded, “I don’t know. How ‘bout a taste?”

Barbara, who was still above him, lowered her moist pussy right onto his mouth. From my angle, all I could see was his chin, but it looked like he was licking away at her. Barbara immediately responded by rocking her hips a bit, grinding her pussy into his mouth. But after about 30 seconds, which seemed like forever, Barbara pulled away and asked, “How ‘bout it?” James readily agreed. Eileen exclaimed, “All right!”

I was just standing there naked and in disbelief. How could this be happening? I have never seen anyone have sex before, and I just saw a guy eating out a girl while three other girls watched with me.

Barbara removed her leg from the bed, walked over to the dresser, and took out a pad, pencil, and a jumbo-size container of baby oil. She gave the pad and pencil to Robin and told her to write down the time. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and poured some baby oil into her hand. She began to massage James’s cock, spreading the slippery fluid all over his cock, making it glisten and make squishy sounds as it slipped through her hands. Then she just looked into James’s eyes and began rhythmically stroking his reddened erection. I was getting really wet watching this. I thought my pussy would start dripping down my leg. Barbara was very good at giving a hand job and had James breathing heavily in no time. She had one hand working the large knob, and the other would stroke the base of his cock and occasionally massage his large balls.

Eileen, Robin, Sandy, and I just stood there and watched. I was going crazy. On one hand, I wanted to start rubbing myself, and on the other, I wanted to run out of the room.

James’s whole body had stiffened, and he was really breathing heavily. Barbara and James still had their eyes locked on each other, and I could see James start to smile. His feet began to flex, and he moaned that he was about to cum. Barbara just kept stroking him, and a couple of more strokes, his cum started spurting into the air and onto his belly. With his huge balls, I thought he would cum a lot, but it was only about two tablespoons or so. Barbara said, “Time,” and Robin wrote down the time and said, “2 minutes, 20 seconds.” Sandy handed Barbara a washcloth, and Barbara wiped off the cum. James’s cock had already started to soften.

Barbara stood up and said, “Okay, James, now it’s your turn.” Again, she put her leg up on the bed and lowered her pussy to his lips. Eileen said, “Barbara, how are we going to measure the recovery time? With stimulation or without?”

Barbara said, “Oh, good question. Well, we will give him a two-minute rest after he cums, and then we can provide stimulation. Whoever is giving the stimulation will determine when he has a full erection, and the recovery time will be recorded, and the next phase begun.”

James was busy licking away as Eileen said, “I don’t think we are going to have to wait those two minutes.”

Sure enough, James’ semi-hard cock had started to harden. It was rising in twitching increments as it headed for a full erection. The thickness and length didn’t appear to change. It had gone from full mast to a limp state and now was just rising back up. Barbara was really getting into James’ tongue, or should I say, James’ tongue was really getting into Barbara. It usually takes me a little while to cum even with a guy licking my clit, but I thought I could cum right now with the slightest touch, and I was wondering how far away Barbara might be. Barbara then told us to all pick a number between 1 and 10. We all did, then she said, “Okay, Sandy, you are next, then Robin, Eileen, then Lisa.”

Part of me didn’t even want to do this, but now I was upset that I was going to be last.

Eileen said, “Sandy, you better get in there. Looks like he’s almost hard.”

Sandy sat on the edge of the bed, took James’ cock in her hand, and gave it a squeeze. “Almost,” she said.

Sandy then added some baby oil to her hand and squirted some on James’ cock.

Barbara suddenly was cumming all over James’ face. I had moved around to the side of the bed and could see how Barbara’s body had begun sweating and how she began biting her lips as she came. It was incredibly erotic. Barbara quickly removed her pussy from James’ face and stepped off the bed, letting her pussy recover. James’ face was covered with Barbara’s juice. Barbara put on her bathrobe and left the room.

Sandy then said, “Time,” and she began rubbing James’ cock between her hands like it was a piece of clay. After a couple of minutes, Sandy put some more baby lotion on his cock and started stroking him hard, really squeezing his cock. His cock was getting really red and swollen as she squeezed him hard from the base and pulled up. While Barbara had looked into James’ eyes, Sandy just gazed at this male flesh in her hands. James was responding though and again blurted out that he was about to cum. Sandy seemed to just squeeze even harder and concentrated on the head of his cock, then suddenly he was spurting again, this time all over Sandy’s hands as she held the head and kept pumping his fat tool, rubbing his cum into his meaty flesh.

Robin then said, “Recovery, 3 minutes 10 seconds. Orgasm, 4 minutes 10 seconds.” Sandy picked up the towel and wiped her hands and began wiping off James’ cock. Barbara walked in with some wet washcloths and wiped off James’ face that had begun to sweat.

Robin handed the timesheet to me and moved toward the bed. Sandy put her knees on each side of James’ head and lowered her pussy onto his face. James was licking away and again his cock started growing hard again before the two-minute rest period. After two minutes, Robin took James’ thick tool into her tiny hands and began squeezing and pumping it. It wasn’t quite hard yet and she could still squeeze it and bend it a bit. Another 30 seconds and Robin said, “Time.”