I Like Saggy Balls

I really do, I like saggy balls! The lower they hang the better!

Let me explain. First of all I'm a woman, a 43 year old woman to be exact.

Looking back on my life, I know that my aunt Linda and uncle Tom had everything to do with my preference for low hanging balls.

I must admit that the two weeks I spent with them one summer were most memorable.

At age 18, and the second night at their house. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I woke up. Someone had lifted the covers off me and climbed into my bed. It was my aunt. She never said a word, nothing more than a muffed giggle was to be heard from her.

Light from a full moon through the window lit the room enough to tell it was her when she held her finger to her lips and made a shhhhh noise.

She was completely naked.

She whispered as she pulled the blanket over us and snuggled close.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." she said as she brushed her finger lovingly across my face.

Seconds later she had slid down and was kissing my WhoWho through my panties.

I was freekin blown away. Not knowing what to do, I only layed there wondering what the fuck was going on and letting her do what she wanted.

She pushed my legs apart and pulled my panties to one side. Then her fingers parted my lips. All I heard was another giggle from under the blanket. Then her tongue on my clit sent orgasmic shivers up and down my spine.

Half an hour later she left me laying there having experienced the most intense, leg shaking orgasms of my life.

Over breakfast the next morning, with her and uncle Tom.

She only smiled a special smile. Nothing was said about it. It never felt taboo or wrong in any sense. It was a gift to me and something she enjoyed giving.

Okay, back to the saggy balls thing.

Every night for the next two nights she woke me up, went down on me and made me cum like thunder on a warm, calm, cloudy afternoon.

On the third night she asked me if I would like to join her and uncle in their bed.

She said he was jealous.

When I realized that she had told him what we had been doing, it freaked me out again.

She begged me and said that it wasn't fair to him that she was enjoying me without him.

I told her I wanted to give it a little thought.

She made love to me with gentle kisses while her fingers played slow circles over my clit before sliding between my labia. She slipped down between my legs. I felt first one, then two fingers gently fingering me. I felt her hot breath as she parted my labia with her tongue and gently sucked my throbbing clit between her lips. Her fingers sliding in and out in the same slow rythm that she brushed her tongue across my clit with.

Each night she left me having experienced orgasms that were more intense than the night before.

The next evening after having enjoyed dinner. The three of us were laughing and really enjoying each other's company at the dining room table. Without saying anything she pushed her chair back and climbed under the table.

I was wondering what the fuck she was up to when I felt her hand take mine. looking down I saw her face with a smile from ear to ear. She was pulling my hand so I climbed under the table with her.

I watched her take uncle's shoes off then unbutton his pants. He raised up and let her pull them down along with his underwear.

So,, There I was, under the table with auntie, looking at uncle's low hanging balls dangling off the front of his chair while his dick grew to a most respectable size right before my eyes.

I could write a whole story on the two weeks spent with them that summer but I'll try to stick to the saggy balls thing.

It ended up that they both liked his balls hanging really low, in fact they hung weights on them to make them that way.

He was a bit masochistic, and auntie liked being rough with his scrotum when they were having sex.

It all came to light later that evening. The three of us were naked on their king sized bed. I was well past the initial stages of discomfort and shyness. I was mostly following their requests and enjoying them playing with me.

After lots of playing with each other, laughing and teasing, I found myself laying across their bed with my head at the very edge. Auntie was on top of me making love to me in a 69 position. I was doing my best to return the favor and enjoying it immensely.

Uncle Tom got off the bed and stood behind auntie. She moaned a pleasurable Mmmmmm when he slipped the head of his cock between her moiste lips. I watched from inches away as he dissapeared into her pussy a gentle inch at a time. The grateful sounds she made were like music.

I was just watching them and enjoying the pleasures she was administering to my own pussy.

An explosive orgasm was imminent and knocking at my door as I watched Uncle's saggy balls swinging like a pendulum and occasionally rubbing across my face.

Her wet, pink flesh rolling in and out of her seemed to be sucking on the hard cock.

Auntie's hand appeared between my face and her pussy. Her fingers feeling around until she found his scrotum.

She started pulling and stretching it to the point that it appeared painful to me. But uncle moaned his approval as he widened his stance, giving her unobstructed access to his jewels.

With his balls in her hand she began rubbing and smashing them between her labia. I watched her fingers frantically push them one at a time into her pussy below the veined cock that now stood motionless. I watched the left testicle disappear with fingers working it deeper and deeper. Then the right one followed. After watching her fingers stuff both balls into herself until they were past the tighter entrance she began rubbing her clit.

Tom's reached down, he pressed the back of his knuckles hard against her just below his dick to keeping his balls from being pulled out. He began fucking again, but with shorter, slower strokes. Each out stroke pulled and stretched his scrotum.

Years later, I now know that it was causing his swollen balls to roll around and massage her Gspot. The outward pressure pulling from inside is heavily! And If you have ever wrapped your fingers around a penis above the scrotum, you know that it's circumference is much larger. It all creates a fullness that puts pressure in all the right spots. It's pure ecstasy!

A short time later they both began to shake. In fact, they were trembling from head to toe. Tom moved his hand to the bed to brace himself as his knees began to buckle.

I watched auntie's pussy began to bulge out as he slowly began dropping to his knees. She whimpered as her ass moved back to follow the tugging on her cunt until she couldn't go any further. Her intense orgasms had caused every muscle in her cunt to constrict, squeezing and holding him tight inside.

Uncle groaned, "Gaaaaafuuuuuuuck!" as his shaking knees slowly gave out, letting him drop further until finally his balls and cock were pulled from the clenching cunt.

I watched it's finale pulses force the last drops of cum out, dripping on my face.

Auntie shook uncontrollably on top of me. Clear liquid squirted from her, splashing off Tom's chest.

Her cunt pulsing as it slowly closed, the pink flesh retracting back inside. It appeared as if it were breathing. She collapsed on top of me gasping for air, still twitching.

Uncle Tom, on his knees laid his head on the edge of the bed beside mine. I was in awe as I listened to their rapid breathing slowly return to normal.

I wanted to do what they had just done.

I now know from experience that nothing can pleasure the Gspot like two balls massaging it along with a big, hard dick. And It just keeps getting better as the muscles in the vagina start to constrict from orgasms, squeezing and rolling them around the swollen gland Inside. Along with a little self pleasuring to ones clit, its pure ecstasy!

Now I know your wondering, so, the answer is no! Auntie did try stuffing Tom's balls into my pussy one night but I was to tight at the time and it just didn't work out. Although I did enjoy him fucking me while auntie licked my clit and tried her best to get them in. He finally asked her to stop it.

As the years went by I dated a few different guys, all of which had balls that were tight. Some almost non existent, nothing more than bumps at the base of their cock.

My first marriage at age 20 only lasted four years but I have two beautiful daughters and a lot of good memories. Mark was a sweet man. He worked hard, was intelligent and a decent lover. I say he was a decent lover now because I have a few experiences to compare him to at this point in my life. Long story short, it didn't work out.

I remarried at 38 to a nice guy from work, Ron. He was very good looking! We flirted back and forth for a couple weeks before he asked me out. I agreed to a date. The plan was to go to the beach and dinner.

It was mid August and the heat was sweltering hot.

He picked me up in a 1965 GTO convertible that was immaculate. I knew he was buff and that he spent alot of time at the gym. At 6'2" and 230 llbs. He was a big, and a really good looking guy. But seeing him in only baggy shorts and no shirt made my heart race. He was fucking hot!

We walked a good mile down the beach getting in the water to cool off again and again as soon as the sun and gentle breeze dried us off. Then we walked some more enjoying the sand between our toes.

We ended up walking to a small restaurant just off the beach. It had a outside deck with palm leaf roof and small tables. We were the only two customers. The young waitress took our order for margaritas, chips and salsa to start.

Ron moved his chair around close to mine. We sat close, facing the beach. After our second drink and an order of tacos we were feeling relaxed and content.

To be honest, I had every intention of fucking him before the night was over. Alot of eye contact and enjoyable conversation led to him leaning close. He cautiously offered a kiss. I took the opportunity and must say that it ended up being the hottest kiss I could remember ever having in public.

"Your making me horny!" He said as he dropped his hand to my leg.

I giggled and replied "ya, me too!"

"I hope your not teasing me!" He added

He smiled and kissed me some more. I'm sure the stiff margaritas had a little to do with us being abnormally open with each other.

"I'm not!" I whispered as I slid my hand over and placed it on his upper thigh.

The kissing continued. I slid my hand up and inside the leg of his baggy shorts. I instantly realized that he wasn't wearing underwear. His balls were the first thing my hand came into contact with because he was sporting a full erection that was literally pushing on the waist band of his shorts.

My heart began pounding as I wrapped my fingers around his scrotum. His balls were huge! And the sack that held them was loose as it laid on top of his closed legs.

I'm not kidding when I say that they were bigger than the fresh limes that our drinks were made from.

The kissing was getting really hot and our tongues seemed to be doing battle. I had never felt balls as big as his. I gently tugged and pulled on his scrotum. Breaking the kiss, I leaned back a little. Looking into his eyes I continued to pull on it. Ron opened his legs a little wider and offered me full access.

He asked, "are you okay with that?"

"What?" I questioned

"My balls, they have always been that way." He spoke almost as if apologizing.

I squeezed and pulled a little harder, "I'm totally in love with them!" I whispered,

He smiled and exhaled a sigh of relief. He grinned "I'm glad you like them!" he said as he leaned in for more kissing.

If he only knew the thoughts that were racing through my mind.

The temperature being so damn hot left his sack loose. My heart pounding to the point I could feel it in my ears. I pulled on his scrotum, stretching it until the skin was tight around his testicles. His kissing stopped, he closed his eyes and his jaw dropped. I knew he liked what I was doing.

The memory of auntie's bulging pussy as uncle slowly dropped to his knees flashed though my mind. I closed my fist around the flesh between Ron's cock and balls. I pulled a little harder.

"Stop that!" He whispered, "I can't take much of that, it's sending me over the top!"

I let go. But before pulling my hand out of his shorts, I ran my fingers the full length of his cock just to see what he had. It was very respectable and very hard. I felt slippery precum on the swollen head.

I knew he was the man of my dreams and I wanted to spend the rest of my life enjoying everything about him. Everything!

We both sat quietly staring out across the ocean for the next ten minutes.

Looking at him I asked, "you okay?"

"Honestly?" He asked.

"Ya!" I replied, coaxing an answer.

"Well," he paused, thinking, "two things, first of all I'm totally taken with you! and second, I'm hoping we can go back to my place and finish what we started here."

"Can you walk yet?" I asked giggling.

He paid the waitress and we started walking hand in hand back up the beach. To be honest we really didn't talk much the whole way. It seemed that the world and everything in it was right.

Back in his car we were still quite. The feeling of contentment was overwhelming.

He asked, "where to?"

"your place?" I replied with a questioning look and sly grin.

It was kinda funny. Nothing more needed to be said.

It ended up that he had a nice little place that was only a couple miles from mine. It was just off the beach and the view of the ocean was gorgeous. All the windows in his house were open and the occasional breeze coming off the water was cool.

He offered his shower and suggested I rinse the dried salt water off myself. I thanked him as he showed me to the bathroom.

"Join me?" I asked

He smiled, bent down and kissed my forehead. Not saying anything, he untied the top of my two piece and set my breasts free. I thourly enjoyed his smile as he took extra time looking at my large breasts. The gentle way he cupped them both, lifting them. He bent and sucked a nipple between his lips.

We never made it into the shower. He picked me up, carried me to his bedroom and dropped me in the middle of his bed. He grasped my feet and dragged me until my butt was at the edge.

His eyes were filled with fiery passion as he pulled my shorts off and threw them over his shoulder. I laid there with my feet on the floor as I watched him push his shorts down and step out of them. I got only a glance of his manhood before he knelt on the floor between my knees.

I knew he wouldn't last long by the mental state we were in. But, I also knew the second time around could be unforgettable.

He grasped my ankles and lifted my legs bending them at the knees and hips. He draped my legs over his broad shoulders.

I watched him take an extra long look at my pussy, that I had shaved earlier in hopes that I may end up exactly where I was at that very moment.

Ron leaned forward. My back instantly arched high, I heard my own breath rush into me, filling my lungs as there was no kissing and no more foreplay. His tongue slid across my salty anus and plunged directly into my wet hole.

He was obsessed, almost relentless as his tongue filled and laped at my pussy, plunging in and out of me. Occasionally he would push my hips up and do the same to my anus. He began pressing his tongue flat, licking across my ass hole and up, forcing my labia to spread then close as he mopped across my hard clit.

It was mind bending. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to feel his cock jerking inside me as he emptied his seed as deep into me as he could push his hard dick, I wanted to feel his saggy balls on my ass..

He was very strong! The way he moved and held my body exactly where and how he wanted it was something I had never experienced. The way he gripped my ass cheeks with his hands and moved me instead of moving his head as he continued his oral assault.

The first orgasm exploded through my body. I listened to myself whimpering as my legs shook.

Ron stood up. I held my breath as he shoved half his cock into my aching cunt, pulling out only to shove the rest in on the second push. I was so wet that it slid in to the hilt.

Reaching up he grasped my shoulders. He held me down on his cock and started humping me really hard and fast. I was getting fucked and fucked hard. I was cuming one major orgasm after another, my cunt clinching and squeezing his beautiful cock.

He grunted and hissed as he poured his hot seed into me. It was unbelievable! It was pure lust!

Finally he collapsed on top of me. But unlike most other men, he held his weight off me. Two naked, sweaty bodies touching for only a few seconds before he rolled off and laid beside me holding me tight.

The heat was miserable. Both of us were literally dripping with sweat.

I asked if I could use his shower to cool off. It was a tub/shower, so not really enough room for two people to shower comfortably. After we both had showered and cooled off, we sat on the small deck sipping a cold beer and just enjoying the moment.

I wanted more loving but I knew he needed a little recovery time. To be honest, what I really wanted was to give him a blowjob and play with his balls. I couldn't keep the memory of auntie and the whimpering sounds she made from playing thru my mind over and over.

Ron asked, "if I may? what will it take to keep you in my life?"

It was a question I wasn't really prepared for. Thinking about it, I told him, "well to be honest, I haven't been in a relationship for several years."

"I guess the important thing at this point in my life would be openness and honesty, to be able to be myself without being controlled or judged." I left it at that.

"And you?" I asked

He smiled, "hummm, well, not to sound demanding or anything but sex and intimacy are at the top of my list, honesty and trust." He sat pondering his thoughts.

"Let's just enjoy each other and take things slow." I said trying to change the subject.

"Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?" he questioned.

"No!" was all I said.

His lips spread into a grin.

"It was the first loving I've had in a long time, thank you! It was most enjoyable!" he said.

"Me too!, it was nice! Want some more?" I teased as I got up and sat on his lap. I had my back to him. He wrapped his arms around me and laid his chin on my shoulder. We sat looking out across the ocean. I was glad when he slipped his hands under the front of my tee-shirt and gently cupped my breasts.

"Wanna go back inside and play some more?" He whispered.

"No! I want to play some more right here." I teased.

He only replied with "hummm."

I pulled his hands out from under my shirt and slid off his lap. Turning to face him, I squatted between his legs. I slid both hands up and inside each leg of his shorts and started feeling around. Again he wasn't wearing underwear. I was intent on giving him a blowjob.

As I wrapped my fingers around his scrotum he began to squirm around in his chair.

"Let's go inside!" He said

"No! I want to play right here!" I retorted

I found humor in his discomfort. The way he kept looking around towards his neighbors houses. I played around until I held his balls in both hands, rolling them between my fingers and thumbs. I was getting a bit rough but he never asked me to stop. After a few minutes of making him physically and emotionally miserable, he still only sat there letting me do whatever I wanted. I stood up and offered my hand.

I led him back into the house and on to the bedroom. He stood grinning as I pushed his shorts down. We fell into another passionate kissing session. All the while I was stroking his cock with one hand and tugging on his nut sack with the other.