Kathy didn't make the ball stretcher for me until we had been together for about a year. During that time our sexual activities consisted of vaginal, anal or oral penetration. During vaginal or anal sex, there was always a toy(s) or my hand in the hole not being fucked (or, in the hole being fucked!).

Due to her earlier experience, Kathy was totally against being put into bondage of any type, or of being slapped or spanked. She did not consider having her holes stretched to be anything other than something she enjoyed. She often wore nipple clamps during sex, but she forbid me from putting them on. She would allow me to stretch her nipple out while she positioned and tightened the clamp, but I wasn't allowed to touch them.

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Kathy also wanted me to train my anus to stretch and become flexible. She purchased a series of butt plugs and would insert one into me each night before going to sleep. Her goal was to be able to fist me, as she said that if I did it to her, why shouldn't she reciprocate? My primary concern with this activity was of becoming incontinent, but I found that not to be a problem. We also got involved in giving each other enemas (no more volume than a quart, administered at least twice) at the start of each session (we each had our own bag and nozzle(s)).

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After making the ball stretcher, Kathy would affix it before the start of our lovemaking/stretching sessions. She would have me stand in front of her while she sat on the edge of the bed, or I would be on all fours on the bed while she was attaching it. Once in place, it was usually forgotten, other than for the fact that my balls, by my movement, would cause my sac to swing in an arc with sufficient force to give me sudden pain when they impacted something - either Kathy's backside during sex or my own thighs while walking.

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When a toy was used to fill Kathy's vagina during anal sex, she always used the Stump. I appreciated her selecting that toy, for it caused her anal opening to become very tight.

After one particularly long anal fucking session, we were both on our backs. I was very tired and wanted a few minutes to just lay next to her. Kathy, though, was still horny and had other ideas. She got up and went into the bathroom, returning with her washcloths and towel. She cleaned my cock and, kneeling next to me, began to play with my cock. I was still wearing the ball stretcher (she had not yet removed it), the largest one she had made. It was a little over five inches long and was made of leather and was fastened with snaps. I was too tired and spent to respond, even though she was applying all of her skill to get me hard. I had by this time propped myself up on pillows and was watching her manipulate my cock. At one point, while using her mouth on me, she wrapped her hand around the ball stretcher and lifted my balls up. She held them up while sucking on my flaccid cock, then began to move her hand up and down the length of the ball stretcher, as if she was jacking it off.

She moved her hand up and down about three times, then stopped. She lifted her head up and I saw this expression on her face that reminded me of a hungry wolf entering an unguarded chicken house.

She looked at me and said, "Don't move, I have an idea."

She held onto my sac, keeping my balls pointed up, and pulled my legs together. Then, still holding my sac, she climbed on top of me. Holding her thighs apart as wide as she could, she lowered herself down until my constrained balls touched her vulva.

I immediately new what she was trying to do, and was both fascinated and concerned about it. I immediately flashed back to the time I had spent so many years ago with Lottie. I began to feel what must have been an out of body experience, as if I was an impartial observer, standing next to the bed and watching as Kathy held her labial lips open and began to push my balls into her vagina.

At the first contact, I immediately felt an unpleasant sensation in my testicles as her labial lips held me in their damp clasp. I told Kathy (I almost called her Lottie) to go slow, and repeated this to her several times, for Kathy seemed to have drifted off to another world.

However, she did go slow and, after much moving of her hips and hunching up and down, I felt my balls gradually being engulfed in the warmth of her vagina.

At this point the sensation was similar to someone holding each of my testicles and firmly squeezing just a little too hard. Not hard enough to cause that sharp, gut wrenching pain that is so feared by boys and men, but enough to keep my concentration focused on the intensity of the sensation.

I reached up and took each of Kathy's mushroom shaped nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled them out, giving her breasts a mild stretch. Kathy worked her hips down until she was able to let go of the ball stretcher, then settled down completely.

She asked if I was alright, and I told her yes. I was aware that my cock was beginning to become erect and Kathy took it in her hand and began to jack me off. Except for her hand on my cock, she remained motionless for about a minute, then lifted her hips slightly.

I immediately felt the sensation of her vaginal walls, and their whorls and ridges, sliding over the tightly stretched skin of my balls. This sensation was not at all painful and was even mildly pleasurable. She then stopped her upward movement, and slowly settled herself down.

Again, I felt an intense pressure in my balls, but nothing that would make me cry out (or pull the nipples off her breasts!).

Kathy again lifted her hips up, letting me slide out of her slightly, then pushed herself back down. She began to repeat this movement with regularity. I was trying to concentrate on the pleasurable feeling of her hand moving my foreskin up and down over my glans as I was now fully erect.

Then, I suddenly imagined Kathy banging down on her dildo and the way she forcefully pushed her hard toys into herself when she masturbated. I felt my erection gradually descrease as the movement of Kathy's hips began to increase. She was using her free hand to massage her clit, but I knew that without her massager she wouldn't be able to reach climax.

Her hips began to move with increased speed, as if she was trying to obtain the same degree of stretch with my balls as with her toys. Her eyes were closed and I was increasing the pull on her nipples, stretching her breasts until they looked like sharply pointed cones, as if my grip on her breats could control the movement of her hips.

Unexpectedly, Kathy began to climax. I released her nipples as she shivered and shuddered like a tuning fork, her hips moving around in a short, grinding type of movement. My balls felt as if they were being tightly squeezed and released as the sensation of her climax gradually subsided. She took in several deep breaths and began to gain control over herself. She opened her eyes and looked at me with a totally blank expression on her face.

She leaned over and, with my balls still buried in her cunt, gave me a lingering kiss. Then, she still leaning forward, she began to lift her hips. She did this in one smooth motion and I felt my balls suddenly becoming exposed to the coolness of the air in the bedroom. As they finally slid past her outer lips, she held them up by again grasping my sac. She turned around, leaned over, and proceeded to clean my balls and the surface of the ball stretcher with her tongue.

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She then ball fucked me on a regular basis. There were several occasions when she tried it without first stretching herself open, but she was too tight and my balls were just to sensitive to the pain. She also began to use her vibrator, as she said it gave her a more satisfying climax. She also want to ball fuck me anally, but I refused, knowing that even if the insertion was possible without me passing out, the withdrawal would surely be a near-death experience.

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Close to the time when our relationship came to a close, I was sitting in the front room reading the newspaper. Kathy was in her study having a weekly conversation with a cousin that lived in a neighboring state. It was a Sunday morning and, from the time we started living together, Kathy had always spoke to her cousin every Sunday morning. Kathy's side of the conversation was always done in a whisper, the only person on the 'phone she spoke to in that manner. On her desk, next to the telephone, was a picture of her cousin. She was an older woman, good looking, but in a severe, almost masculine sort of way. In the photo she was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. Each time I saw that photo I stared at it, as if some memory deep down was trying to reach the surface of my mind.

That morning, I went into Kathy's study just as she was saying goodbye. As the conversation ended, I heard her say, "I'll call you next week, Lottie," and I froze. Could it be the same Lottie that I new from so many years ago? I looked at the picture, again, but too many years had passed for me to be sure.

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