Stephanie had already picked up her textbook and was scanning one of the pages. “It says that ‘an erection is instantiated, sustained and increased by erotic visualization, indirect physical stimulation of a sexual nature and various forms of direct, penile manipulation.'”
There was a long pause in the room.
“Steph,” Claire said slowly, “Get undressed.”
Stephanie’s head snapped over to look at Claire in surprise. Then she looked back into my nervous-looking eyes and limp penis. She smiled as she stood up and removed her top. Her full breasts flopped back onto her chest and settled into position. Her nipples had risen to extend a surprising height above her aureoles.
She quickly wriggled out of her tight jeans and slipped her thong down to the floor. Nervously, she glanced over at Claire and smiled. She went to sit down again, but as she knelt on the bed, she unexpectedly leaned forward and positioned her breasts to hang heavily over my face. Then, leaning forward, she swayed her torso back and forth so that her tits started bumping against my face. I felt some flesh hit my nose, a nipple graze my lips and two mounds push into my closed eyelids. Giggling, she returned to her seated position. “Visualizing anything now?” she asked me impishly.
It had the desired effect. My erection was returning. Stephanie touched it tentatively at first.
“Is he larger or harder or anything?” Claire asked.
“Sort of, but not like before,” Stephanie replied as she moved her hands slowly over my hard-on, twisting it slightly to test its resilience.
“Okay, well let me get a picture of that anyways,” Claire said as she snapped a quick photo.
“Claire!!!” objected Stephanie.
“Don’t worry, Steph. I’m not going to show your face…. Umm… Well, let’s try the direct, physical stimulation thing,” Claire suggested.
“How do I do that?”
“Well, I don’t know…. Try rubbing it with your hand.”
Stephanie slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft. At first, she just used her thumb and a finger, but as she stroked, she wrapped her whole hand around it.
Up and down she went in a slow, steady rhythm. It felt so wonderful, and I squirmed under her motion. “Hmmm,” purred Claire noticing my engrossment, “I think he likes that.” Stephanie smiled at the effect she was having and bit her lower lip.
“So is it bigger?” Claire asked.
“I think so,” Stephanie replied, continuing her stroke, “But it’s also getting sticky…. Give me something to make my hand slippery. How about that hand lotion on the end table?”
Claire leaned across and squirted some lotion into Stephanie’s hand, and Stephanie set to work coating my cock with the lotion and then rubbing it in. Her labour produced an exquisite slurpy-squishy sound.
My condition changed immediately. I had never felt so near to heaven in my life. My prick got rock hard instantly, and something roiled in my balls. I had no idea what was taking place.
“Whoa!!!” exclaimed Stephanie, “That worked!!” As she took her hand away, my shaft stood vertically without support and throbbed noticeably. “Is that the picture you want?” Stephanie asked, leaning back wide-eyed.
Claire stared through the viewfinder. “Yeah, except it’s got lotion all over it,” Claire said, crouching in, “Just wipe it off, and I’ll take one.”
Stephanie reached in and grasped the top of my shaft with her whole hand. She wiped down its length firmly and then repeated the squeegee-ing two more times…. It was a miscalculation. It was just enough to put me over the top.
On her third stroke, I arched my back. “Ohhhh!!!” I gasped, as sperm shot in long spurts out the top of my fountainhead. Everyone was taken by surprise. After the first eruption, Stephanie shrieked and twisted her hand away from herself, causing my second spurt to hit Claire’s jersey. Claire lurched back defensively and raised the camera over her head to protect it. I kept squirting uncontrollably, not knowing what the hell was going on.
When the commotion stopped, we all looked at each other in disbelief. Suddenly, Stephanie started giggling, followed by Claire. I just tried to catch my breath.
Between laughs, Stephanie managed to point to some goo that was dripping off Claire’s sleeve. “Oh, shit!” exclaimed Claire, as she hurriedly whipped the jersey off and onto the floor. As I suspected, Claire was delightfully naked underneath, and her small, pale frame suddenly looked very vulnerable beside me.
Claire’s little buttocks winked back and forth as she padded quickly out of the room to get some wet towels for clean-up. “What the hell was that?” she asked on her return.
“He ejaculated,” Stephanie explained.
“Huh?”
“You know, when the guys talk about ‘cumming’.”
“Wow! It didn’t even occur to me that that would happen. So that was his sperm?”
“Yeah. His semen, actually, but it contains his sperm.”
Claire looked down at me as she ran the damp cloth over my impact zone. Her small breasts jiggled slightly back and forth as she rubbed. “I didn’t even know that you were loaded,” she quipped at me, but being still out of breath, I couldn’t respond.
“Did you at least get the picture?” Stephanie asked as she cleaned the few spots on her side of the bed.
“No,” Claire exclaimed, “It all happened too fast.”
“Well, then, what are we going to do now?”
Claire grabbed both of the towels, looked down at me pensively for a moment, and then let the towels drop to the floor. “Go again,” she finally answered.
“What?” returned Stephanie sceptically, “Is that even possible?”
Claire looked back at Stephanie. “What choice do we have?… I think Timmy’s up for it, aren’t you Tim?” she asked, apparently rhetorically. I furrowed my brow but still lay speechlessly.
Stephanie shrugged her shoulders and reached her hand in. She caressed my limp member and slowly coaxed it up and down. It felt really good, but I couldn’t see how it was ever going to rise again.
After a while, Claire asked, “How’s it going?”
Stephanie just shook her head.
“Do need more lotion?”
“No, there’s enough from last time.”
Claire looked at me thoughtfully. Then she put the camera on the end table and sat on the side of the bed. Leaning in toward my face, she whispered to me, “What’s wrong, Tim? Are we not stimulating you anymore?” Then she dropped her head and started nibbling on my neck.
I could feel her tongue and lips as she kissed her way toward my chin and then back toward my ear. At the ear, she took my lobe between her teeth and started sucking on it.
“Oh!” cried Stephanie from the other end of the bed, “I think we’re getting something here. Keep doing whatever you’re doing.” She continued to stroke slowly up and down.
Claire exhaled warmly into my ear. I could hear her respiration increase noticeably. She kissed my cheek repeatedly, and when she got to my mouth, she seemed to lose control. When she raised her head to get a breath, I pressed a kiss forward and caught her on her neck. She inhaled sharply.
She presented different parts of her neck to me, and as I kissed them, she began to whimper. Soon, she raised her body up and lowered her nipples into my mouth. The whimpering increased. She caused me to suck on one nipple for a while and then replaced it with the other one. Her movements became frantic, and Stephanie stopped her activity to see what the cause of the commotion was.
Finally, Claire leaned back with a large inhale, looking incredulously at Stephanie, who was now kneeling at the head of the bed. “I am so wet down there,” Claire exclaimed in disbelief as she reached down to feel herself.
I reached over to check it out for myself, but Claire blocked me. I decided to try again, managed to avoid her guard and slipped a finger along her private area. It was hairless, and I felt like I was sliding my finger across two lips.
She wasn’t kidding about being wet. As I probed, Claire exhaled forcefully and grabbed the headboard for stability. Seeing the effect that I was having, I slid my finger up and down a few more times.
“Ohhhh!!! Unghhhh!!!” Claire cried, prompting her to leap up and straddle my face with her knees. Her private area hovered over my nose and then lowered onto my lips. “Timmy, do that thing you were doing with my neck,” Claire breathed with obvious anticipation.
She reached down and spread her “lips” apart and then manoeuvred herself against the motion of my tongue. Then suddenly, something special must have happened, because she began to yell, “Ohhhh gawwdddd!!!” Her thighs quivered and twitched, and her private area ground into my mouth. “Unghhh!!!” she ended, pulling on my hair. Her torso pulsed visibly.
Stephanie looked at her in complete amazement, “What happened?” But Claire just slid down my body until her crotch was stopped by my pole, which bent back slightly. Hugging my head, she pressed her lips against mine and kissed me repeatedly, tasting the residue of her wetness on my lips. Then she rolled off me and lay exhausted on her back at my side.
“Are you okay?” Stephanie repeated.
“Hmmm? Yeah…. Where were we?” Claire responded dreamily.
“We were trying to get the shot, and he was getting hard until everything got out of control up here,” replied Stephanie accusingly.
“Hmmm,” Claire said, still wistfully, as she sat up and reviewed the situation. “Okay then, give me the book, and let’s try something else.” Claire flipped through the pages, as Stephanie reached down to feel her own private area tentatively. She felt something nice, but then withdrew her hand in embarrassment.
“Okay. Here we go. Steph,” directed Claire, “Put his penis in your mouth.”
“What?!!” Stephanie started.
“Here, look.” Claire raised the book and pointed to the illustration.
Stephanie grabbed the book out of Claire’s hands and read for a while. Picking up my semi-firm member in her hand, she sucked it into her mouth and then let it pull out. Then she read some more, and this time, she sucked on my cock a bit until it became firmer, and she then bobbed up and down on it. It felt even better than previously with the hand lotion. This time is was wonderfully warm and wet.
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