Greg's Therapy
It's been a while since I last wrote any stories here to make my readers feel high. I like to write, but I got bored of writing about my flashing activities. It had been more fun swapping stories with those who wrote to me. So lucky you, a friend shared her experience with me that got me really wet, and I decided to write it down so we can share it with the readers. It's written and lovingly polished by me with lots of imagination and wetness! Hehe...
** The following story is based on a true incident. All names have been changed to protect the parties involved. **
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Greg's Therapy
by Jenny 2011
Part 1 - Meeting Greg
My aunt Margaret works as a masseur and gets to know some really interesting people. Such as the time when she had a really handsome client, Greg, who engaged her service for what she calls testicular massage.
Now my aunt has got this fabulous sets of tits, her cup size is DD and she's popular with male clients. She revealed that younger guys in their 20s seem to enjoy her company too, as she will sometimes notice an erection under the towel. That could have been so embarrassing for the guy, but she's got this ability to put people at ease and turn that into an ice breaker that leads to other topics, such as relationship problems with their girlfriends, or even premature ejaculation. She's in her mid 40s and does have a thing or 2 to teach these young guys. Maybe they find it easier to open up to her because of her motherly manner. But this story isn't about her DD cups. It's about this technique which she has developed for helping guys overcome premature ejaculation. PE means that the guy doesn't have good control and ejaculates earlier than he wishes to during sex. If his ejaculation can be delayed, he doesn't go limp yet and the fun can continue. So this therapy, as she calls it, is really important .
I was really curious and eager to know if it is really possible to strengthen and prolong the erection through massage. She told me about this squeeze technique where she would grasp the guy's cock with one hand and give a firm squeeze at a certain spot, which if done correctly can kill the urge to cum. I got quite wet hearing this because I really enjoy giving a good handjob. I really love how when I bring a guy into ecstasy he can't help but respond to my touch when I press the right buttons. I find it to be very satisfying to explore and find his buttons and gain control over his cock. So now I have one more button to play with and I can stop the guy from ejaculating so I can continue playing with him? I've heard of this squeeze technique, but until now this is just something I've read about on the internet. Now that I've got an experienced practitioner who is willing to coach me on this, I'm really eager to give it a try.
I was overseas and visiting Aunt Margaret in Australia at that time and didn't have my boyfriend with me. Where am I going to find a cooperative cock to practice on? Obviously we felt it wasn't right to let me practice on my uncle. I was staying with my aunt and I would start my tours from there. One evening she told me that she has this client who is open to a joint therapy session, do I still want to do the practice? He's more or less my age and quite an ok guy, so maybe I won't find it too much of a chore to do the therapy with him. I scraped my sightseeing plans without hesitation to join her!
My jaw almost dropped when I saw how good-looking Greg is! He has these beautiful brown eyes framed by long eye lashes! I could hardly believe my good fortune! He looks good enough to be a model. Have I ever seen him on some magazine before?? He's just my type, the kind that I would love to fuck, or give a good handjob to any day! And now he is here for us to play with his cock. No it's not a chore at all! I was busy admiring his good looks and dreaming of stealing a kiss from him, can I be blamed for not paying attention all the way? It's like a wild fantasy come true! He was also busy admiring my legs while we sat on chairs during Aunt's briefing on how the therapy was going to be. It was the right choice to wear a miniskirt today!
"Greg, this is to recap what we've discussed yesterday. The only way to overcome premature ejaculation is through training." Aunt Margaret told us. "How this is done is for you to masturbate and get to the verge of ejaculating, and practice the techniques for holding back and not cum. When you can't take it anymore, we will use the squeeze technique to stop the urge to cum and help you regain control, and you can rest a while before you try again. I will be observing you to see if you need help, but you should also sound off if you're really struggling to hold back. OK? The idea is that you should not ejaculate, because if you can't get hard again, you can't train. So don't tell only after you've started ejaculating, that'd be too late... We need to stop you before you get to that point of no return. To do this, we will grasp your erection and squeeze it at a certain spot to stop the urge to cum. Try not to feel violated... You will need to trust us and be very open with us on where your limits are. We will experience and stretch your limits with you."
Greg looked at her awkwardly. At age 22, he's a young stud, full of lust and you will expect him to have a lot of pride over his cock. He was so embarrassed to tell us that he lasts only 2 minutes when he penetrates his girlfriend. It must have been difficult for him to confess to having a problem like this and to seek help. And help is in the form of being watched while he cums and being told what he is doing wrong. His inadequacy will be on display and under our scrutiny. And now a younger woman (me) is going to teach him how to handle his cock. This can't be easy for him. I really enjoyed observing him squirm in embarrassment, though I kept quiet and didn't tease him. I found his shy smile to be very endearing. Let me assure you that I'm seriously intending to help him and not just have fun at his expense. I feel sorry for him and sincerely hope he does learn better control and last longer when he has sex.
"I guess so." Greg shrugged his shoulders and tried to look cool about it. "You've told me that I need a partner to squeeze for me. Is Jenny going to be doing this?"
"Yes, Jenny will be doing most of the squeezing since you've kindly agreed to let her do her training on you. I will do a demo to show her how to do the squeeze, and she will practice it on you. I will be here to supervise the whole session, and I will be passing on tips to help you with your training. You need to work hard at not ejaculating, so you should focus on the holding back and leave the rest to her. Let her do the arousal for you as well, unless you mind having an attractive girl like Jenny masturbate for you? No? That's good. She will keep you on the edge of ejaculating, you work at not cumming. How does that sound?"
He grinned sheepishly, looking at my face, my tits and my miniskirt. I was wearing a button down tank top with the top button off. I shifted in my chair and leaned forward a little so he can have a better view down my cleavage. I wouldn't want him to say he prefer my aunt to wank him!
"You don't mind helping me, do you?" He asked me.
I don't mind at all! I'm so looking forward to seeing how he will react to my touch, and finding his buttons and learning how to make him squirm with pleasure. I will be teasing him and pushing him to his limits, at the same time encouraging him to hold back and not cum. What a delightful torture that will be! This will be a very intimate experience for us, even more than a normal handjob, because we will see him at his most vulnerable and helpless state when he is on the brink of cumming, and fighting for control over his cock, struggling not to cum while I'm pushing his buttons. I'm so looking forward to making him surrender and blow his load in my hands! I'm 2 years younger than he is and I'm going to train him on controlling his cock!
"You are kind enough to let me practice on... you...," I said to him as sweetly as I could, "So I think it's the least I can do! I'd be glad to help you with your training. Aunt is teaching me how to do the squeeze. But I think I know how to make you cum..."
I tried to look confident and have an assuring manner, as if I'm a professional, just like Aunt said I should. He is going to entrust his jewels to us and we should make him feel like he is in good hands. Greg shrugged again and said OK. I don't think he has realised yet that he is going to give me tremendous control over him during the therapy later on. I'm sure he knows that despite his best attempt to resist my teasing, he's going to ejaculate helplessly in my hands eventually. Talk about helplessness and inevitability! But maybe he doesn't realise how much I'm looking forward to this. I wonder if he will feel violated if he knows!
Aunt Margaret is done with the briefing and asked, "Greg, do you need to pee? You can't cum and pee at the same time and if you have a full bladder, it's going to interfere with your ability to control your ejaculation."
"I've peed before the briefing, I'm good to go."
"I hope you've washed your penis really clean, cos I'm going to touch it later on!" I quipped cheekily. Should I offer to help him wash it?
But Greg insisted that he has washed it already. He went behind a screen in a corner of the room so he could disrobe in privacy. I would have enjoyed seeing him strip, if he hadn't minded. I confessed to Aunt Margaret that he is so cute and I will be so happy to work on him! She smiled at me knowingly and warned me not to get too carried away later and push Greg too hard. We're about the same age and she's sure he finds me attractive too, so she thinks he can't take much teasing from me. He probably can't cum more than 2 or 3 rounds, so I shouldn't make him cum too fast and waste his shots. Greg soon walked back naked to the bed where we were waiting, holding his clothes in his hand. His cock was already semi-hard but still hanging down and swung prettily as he walked. His balls were a little low hanging, and they made a nice pendulum, very eye-catching. He looks like a statue of a greek god, with a nicely buffed body, chiselled mid-section and good sized genitals! He looks good enough to be a swimwear or underwear model! I will be happy to get my hands on his well-defined "6-pack" abdominal muscles, not just his cock. He caught me gawking at him and raised his eyebrows and looked a little embarrassed. I hope I wasn't drooling yet!
He got onto the bed and made himself comfortable. There was a pillow under his head so that he could see how we ravish, ahem, train his cock later on. Standing just beside him, I had a good view of his cock. I leaned against the side of the bed and held on, my hands inches away from his exposed stiffy, very much within reach. It was only half grown and wasn't so erect yet that it was pointing stiffly. I enjoyed seeing the heavy blood-filled shaft flop around as he adjusted himself.
Then I realised what was different. The cock head is already completely exposed - this cock has been circumsized! This is the first time I'm seeing (and soon, touching) a circumsized cock in real life, and it does look really good with no foreskin covering the head even while it's only half erect. Years later, I still have a preference for circumsized cocks, and I think this session with Greg had a very strong influence on me. I stood on his right side and Aunt Margaret on his left. He saw us move up close to him and smiled at us awkwardly. Following Aunt's lead, I placed my hands behind my back.
"Feeling all right?" Aunt Margaret asked. "I'm going to touch your penis now, and I'll be putting lots of oil on it to avoid having friction. We don't want you to have too much sensation yet, so I'll be starting slow and I will build up the sensation gradually. This is for us to explore your sensitivity and find out how much sensation to give you. I'll start, Jenny will observe for a while and then take over. Ok?"
And with that, Aunt Margaret lubricated her hands quite thoroughly and then ran the back of her finger along the side of his cock. It twitched a little at being touched for the first time. Greg's face remained impassive, his beautiful eyes staring at the ceiling, determined to ignore the hand teasing his cock. She then ran her fingertips along the top side, then underneath, then grasped the shaft near the root with her thumb, index and middle fingers, and pulled it gently, letting it slide along her slippery fingers. She would reapply oil to her fingertips before doing this pull again, and repeated several times. She rotated her wrist so that she is touching different parts of the penis each time and putting oil all over it such that it is now gleaming very nicely. Greg's penis jerked to life obediently with each pull, pointing higher and extending longer and looks pretty stiff by now.
"Now Greg, I'm going to be touching your glans." Aunt Margaret told Greg. "That's the exposed head of the penis and is the most sensitive part. You should be more or less fully erect now and your glans will be a lot more sensitive than before. This will make you very aroused and push you towards an ejaculation. So I need you to relax and get used to the sensation. Try not to think about it, because the anticipation can sometimes cause a guy to cum faster."
"Jenny, I want you to pay attention to his reaction when I touch his glans. If he looks like he is too tensed up and going to blow soon, I'm going to stop and let him rest and calm down. I want you to pay attention when you do it later so you don't overdo it. Don't make him cum too early."
She took more oil and dripped it onto the cock head. Then very gently trailed the tip of her index finger over the head, from the fat part of the crown to almost the pee hole, back onto the fat head, followed the contour and circled around it a few times. All this while Greg was gripping the side of the couch, it's obvious that his cock head is very sensitive and the sensations are getting to him. Watching him being teased slowly by my aunt, I can feel myself getting wet, and I haven't even touched him yet!
I had been watching how big his cock is going to grow to, and it's a pretty good size already. It should be completely erected by now. It's straight, without much irregularities or features, and some veins at the sides. On the whole it looks very presentable. I would even describe it as a "textbook" sample of what a cock should look like. His pubic hair is short and neatly trimmed, but thick and will be very bushy if he had not trimmed it. His cock is not overly huge, but it's a good size and is going to be very much a handful for me later on. I could be a little biased, but I think it's the perfect size for his height and build. I'm definitely not disappointed.
Aunt Margaret grasped the cock with one hand and gave a few slow pumps.
"How are you, Greg? Is this making you very tense? Are you going to blow? Remember to sound off if you feel yourself getting too aroused and unable to hold back. Now I'm going to do the squeeze on you so you know what it feels like. I'm going to let you try it now, before you get too aroused."
She placed her thumb on the underside of the penis, her index finger on the other side, just below the glans. Then she squeezed, and Greg gave a soft grunt. She held it for a while until he relaxed. She told us that Greg's cock head is very sensitive and that I should be careful with it. But I will need to touch it later on as part of the therapy, since it will enter the vagina first and Greg needs to get used to the sensation.
And on to round 1.
Friday 15 April 2011
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Thursday 14 April 2011
Greg's Therapy - Round 1
Greg's Therapy
by Jenny 2011
Part 2 - Round 1
And finally, it was my turn to touch Greg! Aunt Margaret's demo was only a short while, but I was so looking forward to this that it had felt like a very long wait. She is deliberately talking in a detatched and clinical manner, as if she is doing physiotherapy with him, but I'm so excited to have this incredibly good-looking guy naked and in front of me, his cock pointing stiffly in the air and waiting for my teasing! I'm serious when I told him I want to help him overcome his PE problem. After all, I sincerely want him to last as long as he can in my hands and be able to play with his cock for as long as I can.
"Greg, how are you doing so far? Let me know if you want me to slow down or to squeeze ok?" I tried to have a confident tone and to put him at ease despite the butterflies in my tummy. With so much anticipation behind my first encounter with his cock, I'm so nervous myself!
My hands finally came out from behind me, eager to meet Greg's erection. I grasped the middle part of his waiting cock with one hand, trying to observe his breathing pattern and the tension in his muscles like Aunt Margaret said I should. My hands tend to get very cold in aircon rooms. It feels so good to grip his cock and feel the hot blood in it! He gasped when he felt my cold hands on his cock. I gave it a little squeeze, enjoying the feel of its hardness. It's been properly wakened and ready for sex. I soon felt a lot more at ease with his cock in my hand like this, quietly surrendered for me to explore! I adjusted my grip, feeling how my fingers wrap around the shaft, not unlike how I would try out a new tennis racket. I then placed my left hand at the root of his cock and my right hand beside it, just covering the head. I like to measure cocks in this way. Some are longer and the head will stick out beyond my 2 hands, some come up to the middle of my right palm only. Greg's is a good size and feels just right in my hands.
"Your hands feel so small and smooth! And cold!" Greg exhaled. He seemed so awkward! But I would also feel embarrassed if I were the one lying down, naked, and being someone else's sex toy! I made it a point to inject some warmth into my voice and help him be at ease.
"My hands get cold from the air-con. But that's good, isn't it? The sensations will keep you hard. Does this feel the same as when you wank?"
"No, the way you grip it feels different. This feels very good."
I like to get my hands comfortable on a cock before I really start working on it, especially on the first encounter. I like to feel the size and compare against others in my memory. I like to observe the guy as he gets touched for the first time. Some are impatient, some are vulnerable like Greg, and feels a little violated. But all are just as horny at this point and won't want to stop. And allowing me to explore at my pace puts me in control. Part of the fun is in watching their reaction when their precious is in my control. They will put up with my teasing because I make it fun for them too. I would chat a little with Greg and crack a joke here and there. I want him to be relaxed and enjoy what I'm making him feel. I want to connect with this gorgeous guy, I don't want to just violate him. I don't want him to feel raped...
After getting acquainted with his joystick, I switched to using both hands, pulling it between 2 well-oiled palms, gently at first and then more firmly. I want him to enjoy the sensation for now.
He's looking at me now, not staring at the ceiling. I smiled at him and caressed his crown gently with my fingertips. That got a delicious shiver out of him. And then without warning, I gave him my first squeeze for practice. I circled his shaft with my thumb and forefinger, following my aunt's demo. I pressed in firmly with my thumb. I didn't know how hard to press, but he didn't complain and I guess I didn't press too hard. I held my thumb down, counted to 10 and then let go.
That was the end of my gentle start to his teasing. From then on, I explored his cock more earnestly, varying the tightness of my grip and speed of my pump, sometimes using both hands, sometimes pumping with 1 hand while I fondle his balls with the other. I would hold his balls in my hand, weigh them, and rub my thumb over each individual nut in the loose sack. Sometimes I would hold gently and give his balls a downward pull while I'm grazing his cock head with my other hand. All this while he was looking at me playing with his cock and balls. I think he was having as much fun as me!
It was fun observing him as he enjoyed the different sensations. He moaned softly and his mouth opened slightly, his breathing getting heavier. Precum was starting to leak from his pee hole and I wiped it off with my forefinger. That got another grunt from him and he closed his eyes and tried to relax. It's getting to him now. I remember that I was smirking. Yes, now he's letting me have my way with his sensitive cock. It's my toy now and I'm not going to ask him for permission anymore. I would have stuck the finger in my mouth to taste his juice, but aunt was looking keenly at what I was doing, and I wiped the precum on another part of his glans instead. I spread it around his cock head, adding to the lubricant.
"Enjoying yourself, Greg?" I teased. "You're getting wet."
"Greg you need to hold back," Aunt Margaret cut in. "Don't lose yourself in the sensations and ejaculate yet."
"Oh shit. You'd better slow down, Jenny. It feels too good. I'm not going to last long." Uncertainty crept into Greg's voice.
"No, I want you to get to the brink of an ejaculation soon so that you can practice your holding back." I insisted. I wanted him to work at it. This isn't a handjob, it's training! I continued to play with his cock at my pace.
"Greg, you need to start holding back. I want you to think about something else and take your mind off the sensations and what we're doing now. Distract yourself so that you don't ejaculate so quickly. Let's chat about your hobbies." Aunt Margaret was passing on the techniques of how a guy can delay his ejaculation.
All the while, as her assistant, I'm continuing to apply pressure on Greg, pushing him to the cliff. He'd better learn fast. It's always satisfying to see the effect I can have on a guy when his erection is in my hands. I love seeing how he can't hold back anymore and cums in my hands. I love having someone as sensitive as Greg because he is so vulnerable to my teasing and I get to enjoy his reaction very quickly. The best part is that unlike in a normal handjob, he is not in a hurry to cum. He is fighting a futile battle not to cum. I'm bullying his cock and he can only endure and strive to keep it under his control, and we both know his control is poor. It doesn't get more fun than this! His hands soon tightened into fists, held beside his body and occasionally he would grunt with the effort of trying to ignore how I'm ravishing his cock. The anguish is all over his gorgeous face.
I watched his body tense up as I pumped his cock steadily, fingering his cock head from time to time. If it were just the 2 of us, his cock would have entered my mouth by now. I wasn't really paying much attention to his hobbies. In fact I had almost forgotten that I need to stop him before he ejaculates. I know he's getting there but I was having so much fun working my well-oiled hands over his cock and balls and enjoying his soft moans and grunts!
"Jenny you need to squeeze him now." Aunt Margaret told me, tapping me on the shoulder.
Apparently Greg was sounding off that he's near and needs help but I was so engrossed in my play that I had missed his cue! But it's not too late yet. I grasped his cock just under the glans and gave a firm squeeze, just as I did before. I felt his cock twitch under my grasp this time and I held on to it for a minute or so. I stared at him now, observing how his tension slowly subsided as he loses the urge to cum. So now I've made his cock very responsive to my teasing, brought it to the brink of his first ejaculation, and also found the button to stop him from cumming. It feels very satisfying to gain such control over his cock. It feels almost as if I own it and it obeys my touch. And by extension, I own its gorgeous owner, Greg. It's such a thrill to have this much power and control! I must have been grinning by now.
"Well done, Jenny. You've stopped him from a premature ejaculation. Now we'll let Greg rest for a little while before we continue with the next phase." Aunt Margaret did the talking to fill in the time until we could get started again. She explained how Greg should work towards controlling his muscles and hold back by himself and not rely on the squeeze. He wouldn't want to have to pull out of the vagina to squeeze the cock head every now and then. I was told to simulate a vagina with my hand and Greg will practice vagina penetration. I would have volunteered my own vagina, but not in front of my aunt!
Doing it my aunt's way, I formed a cup with my hand and closed up my fingers and thumb to form sort of a tunnel. Placing my fingertips on Greg's cock head, I slowly pushed my hand downwards and his cock head slid into the tunnel until it reached my palm. I allowed my fingers to slip slightly apart as I pressed down so that they were just grazing his glans. That gentle tickling got him to twitch satisfyingly in my "vagina". When he reached my palm, I pressed down on it firmly for just a second and closed my fingers to grasp his shaft with a firmer grip. Does that feel tight like his girlfriend's vagina, I teased him. He didn't reply, his eyes staring at the ceiling. I then pulled back out slowly and let his cock slide all the way out. With my small hands, I reach only halfway down his shaft and I know I will be able to tease only the more sensitive end of his tool with this technique. I was really gentle when I did this as I didn't want him ejaculating into my palm like this. I want to be holding his cock when it explodes and I want to feel it spasm and shoot out his semen.
Aunt Margaret is saying that she will normally use plenty of lubricant when working on the glans, but we don't need as much since Greg has a lot of precum, and I can just gently spread it around the head. So I took my time to do the spreading, rubbing the sticky juice between my thumb and forefinger and pulling it off his pee hole like strands of spiderweb. I think my aunt guessed how much I love playing with precum. It keeps on leaking out as long as I have my fingers on the cock head. Yeah, that's a lot of precum, I teased him. He lifted his head to look at my playing and grinned at me, but didn't reply. He's busy trying to maintain his composure while I'm stimulating his glans. I grasped its 2 sides and rubbed it back and forth between my sticky digits. That got him moaning, and gave me more of his natural lube. I kept it up until I have coated the entire glans with his own juice. Just for the fun of it, i raked one of my fingernails across his lubricated cock head and made him gasp. He wasn't expecting that! Vaginas don't have fingernails.
I continued with the "vaginal penetration" and did it with a bit more force this time. Real sex isn't half as gentle as this! He was breathing hard by now. I held my fingers tightly together and pressed down onto his cock head so that it forces my fingers apart. When I've pushed all the way down and my palm touches his wet slick, I would move my palm a little to distribute the precum over the rest of the head. Pulling back out until only half the head was still inside, my fingers lingered for a while before I push back in again. I did this a few times and he was soon clenching his fists, his tight abs were moving up and down as he grunted and took short, sharp breaths.
"Greg, do you need a squeeze?" I asked.
"Greg you've done well so far, you can let it out when you can't hold back anymore. We can continue after you rest a while." Aunt Margaret countered.
"Ok let's see if you can resist for another 2 minutes." I sang out to Greg teasingly.
In between the in-out fucking with my hand, I gently fondled the sides of his cock head between my fingers, rubbing back and forth between them, and tickled with the side of my nails. That got a protest from him, an animal-like growl. My other hand was cupping his balls and I could feel them being pulled back into his body. He's very near now. That wasn't anywhere near 2 minutes. In his very aroused state, the gentle tickling of his cock head pushed him over the cliff, past the point of no return, and he's going to cum in my hands! I know he can't hold back anymore!
"I'm cumming!" he gasped.
I switched my grip and held onto his shaft to feel his orgasm. The hard cock convulsed in my hand and the first white stream of cum shot out of the pee hole and landed on his abs. I tried to hold it as steady as I could while his hips buckled and caused his gun to point all over the place. I didn't want him to shoot all over my clothes. Some more shots erupted and I seem to remember whooping while he was moaning in ecstacy. I loved the feeling of him throbbing in my hand and his general state of helplessness when his body goes through an ejaculation and buckles wildly. And when it was over, I held his cock in my hand as it deflated. It is now very sensitive and I patted it tenderly with my other hand. I played with the semen that continued to ooze out between my fingers.
I then wiped my sticky fingers on his thighs and rested one hand on his abs, still holding his softening penis with the other. I enjoyed the feel of his hard abdominal muscles, wet with perspiration, pumping as if he had run a mile. Very manly.
"Did that feel good?" I asked him quietly.
"That was awesome... So intense..." he seemed to have just woken from his enjoyment.
"Is it like this when you masturbate?" I probed.
"No... It's so much better when you were doing it... It's incredible... how you were teasing and tickling me... The way you were playing made it so much more intense than when I was wanking..."
I would like to think that I did a better job than his girlfriend, but it's probably best that I don't ask. I'm sure she will be surprised after Greg's new experience.
"Want to do it again?"
"sure..."
"Let me clean you up first. You're all covered in sticky gooey white stuff."
"Yes and it's all your fault!"
Continue with round 2.
by Jenny 2011
Part 2 - Round 1
And finally, it was my turn to touch Greg! Aunt Margaret's demo was only a short while, but I was so looking forward to this that it had felt like a very long wait. She is deliberately talking in a detatched and clinical manner, as if she is doing physiotherapy with him, but I'm so excited to have this incredibly good-looking guy naked and in front of me, his cock pointing stiffly in the air and waiting for my teasing! I'm serious when I told him I want to help him overcome his PE problem. After all, I sincerely want him to last as long as he can in my hands and be able to play with his cock for as long as I can.
"Greg, how are you doing so far? Let me know if you want me to slow down or to squeeze ok?" I tried to have a confident tone and to put him at ease despite the butterflies in my tummy. With so much anticipation behind my first encounter with his cock, I'm so nervous myself!
My hands finally came out from behind me, eager to meet Greg's erection. I grasped the middle part of his waiting cock with one hand, trying to observe his breathing pattern and the tension in his muscles like Aunt Margaret said I should. My hands tend to get very cold in aircon rooms. It feels so good to grip his cock and feel the hot blood in it! He gasped when he felt my cold hands on his cock. I gave it a little squeeze, enjoying the feel of its hardness. It's been properly wakened and ready for sex. I soon felt a lot more at ease with his cock in my hand like this, quietly surrendered for me to explore! I adjusted my grip, feeling how my fingers wrap around the shaft, not unlike how I would try out a new tennis racket. I then placed my left hand at the root of his cock and my right hand beside it, just covering the head. I like to measure cocks in this way. Some are longer and the head will stick out beyond my 2 hands, some come up to the middle of my right palm only. Greg's is a good size and feels just right in my hands.
"Your hands feel so small and smooth! And cold!" Greg exhaled. He seemed so awkward! But I would also feel embarrassed if I were the one lying down, naked, and being someone else's sex toy! I made it a point to inject some warmth into my voice and help him be at ease.
"My hands get cold from the air-con. But that's good, isn't it? The sensations will keep you hard. Does this feel the same as when you wank?"
"No, the way you grip it feels different. This feels very good."
I like to get my hands comfortable on a cock before I really start working on it, especially on the first encounter. I like to feel the size and compare against others in my memory. I like to observe the guy as he gets touched for the first time. Some are impatient, some are vulnerable like Greg, and feels a little violated. But all are just as horny at this point and won't want to stop. And allowing me to explore at my pace puts me in control. Part of the fun is in watching their reaction when their precious is in my control. They will put up with my teasing because I make it fun for them too. I would chat a little with Greg and crack a joke here and there. I want him to be relaxed and enjoy what I'm making him feel. I want to connect with this gorgeous guy, I don't want to just violate him. I don't want him to feel raped...
After getting acquainted with his joystick, I switched to using both hands, pulling it between 2 well-oiled palms, gently at first and then more firmly. I want him to enjoy the sensation for now.
He's looking at me now, not staring at the ceiling. I smiled at him and caressed his crown gently with my fingertips. That got a delicious shiver out of him. And then without warning, I gave him my first squeeze for practice. I circled his shaft with my thumb and forefinger, following my aunt's demo. I pressed in firmly with my thumb. I didn't know how hard to press, but he didn't complain and I guess I didn't press too hard. I held my thumb down, counted to 10 and then let go.
That was the end of my gentle start to his teasing. From then on, I explored his cock more earnestly, varying the tightness of my grip and speed of my pump, sometimes using both hands, sometimes pumping with 1 hand while I fondle his balls with the other. I would hold his balls in my hand, weigh them, and rub my thumb over each individual nut in the loose sack. Sometimes I would hold gently and give his balls a downward pull while I'm grazing his cock head with my other hand. All this while he was looking at me playing with his cock and balls. I think he was having as much fun as me!
It was fun observing him as he enjoyed the different sensations. He moaned softly and his mouth opened slightly, his breathing getting heavier. Precum was starting to leak from his pee hole and I wiped it off with my forefinger. That got another grunt from him and he closed his eyes and tried to relax. It's getting to him now. I remember that I was smirking. Yes, now he's letting me have my way with his sensitive cock. It's my toy now and I'm not going to ask him for permission anymore. I would have stuck the finger in my mouth to taste his juice, but aunt was looking keenly at what I was doing, and I wiped the precum on another part of his glans instead. I spread it around his cock head, adding to the lubricant.
"Enjoying yourself, Greg?" I teased. "You're getting wet."
"Greg you need to hold back," Aunt Margaret cut in. "Don't lose yourself in the sensations and ejaculate yet."
"Oh shit. You'd better slow down, Jenny. It feels too good. I'm not going to last long." Uncertainty crept into Greg's voice.
"No, I want you to get to the brink of an ejaculation soon so that you can practice your holding back." I insisted. I wanted him to work at it. This isn't a handjob, it's training! I continued to play with his cock at my pace.
"Greg, you need to start holding back. I want you to think about something else and take your mind off the sensations and what we're doing now. Distract yourself so that you don't ejaculate so quickly. Let's chat about your hobbies." Aunt Margaret was passing on the techniques of how a guy can delay his ejaculation.
All the while, as her assistant, I'm continuing to apply pressure on Greg, pushing him to the cliff. He'd better learn fast. It's always satisfying to see the effect I can have on a guy when his erection is in my hands. I love seeing how he can't hold back anymore and cums in my hands. I love having someone as sensitive as Greg because he is so vulnerable to my teasing and I get to enjoy his reaction very quickly. The best part is that unlike in a normal handjob, he is not in a hurry to cum. He is fighting a futile battle not to cum. I'm bullying his cock and he can only endure and strive to keep it under his control, and we both know his control is poor. It doesn't get more fun than this! His hands soon tightened into fists, held beside his body and occasionally he would grunt with the effort of trying to ignore how I'm ravishing his cock. The anguish is all over his gorgeous face.
I watched his body tense up as I pumped his cock steadily, fingering his cock head from time to time. If it were just the 2 of us, his cock would have entered my mouth by now. I wasn't really paying much attention to his hobbies. In fact I had almost forgotten that I need to stop him before he ejaculates. I know he's getting there but I was having so much fun working my well-oiled hands over his cock and balls and enjoying his soft moans and grunts!
"Jenny you need to squeeze him now." Aunt Margaret told me, tapping me on the shoulder.
Apparently Greg was sounding off that he's near and needs help but I was so engrossed in my play that I had missed his cue! But it's not too late yet. I grasped his cock just under the glans and gave a firm squeeze, just as I did before. I felt his cock twitch under my grasp this time and I held on to it for a minute or so. I stared at him now, observing how his tension slowly subsided as he loses the urge to cum. So now I've made his cock very responsive to my teasing, brought it to the brink of his first ejaculation, and also found the button to stop him from cumming. It feels very satisfying to gain such control over his cock. It feels almost as if I own it and it obeys my touch. And by extension, I own its gorgeous owner, Greg. It's such a thrill to have this much power and control! I must have been grinning by now.
"Well done, Jenny. You've stopped him from a premature ejaculation. Now we'll let Greg rest for a little while before we continue with the next phase." Aunt Margaret did the talking to fill in the time until we could get started again. She explained how Greg should work towards controlling his muscles and hold back by himself and not rely on the squeeze. He wouldn't want to have to pull out of the vagina to squeeze the cock head every now and then. I was told to simulate a vagina with my hand and Greg will practice vagina penetration. I would have volunteered my own vagina, but not in front of my aunt!
Doing it my aunt's way, I formed a cup with my hand and closed up my fingers and thumb to form sort of a tunnel. Placing my fingertips on Greg's cock head, I slowly pushed my hand downwards and his cock head slid into the tunnel until it reached my palm. I allowed my fingers to slip slightly apart as I pressed down so that they were just grazing his glans. That gentle tickling got him to twitch satisfyingly in my "vagina". When he reached my palm, I pressed down on it firmly for just a second and closed my fingers to grasp his shaft with a firmer grip. Does that feel tight like his girlfriend's vagina, I teased him. He didn't reply, his eyes staring at the ceiling. I then pulled back out slowly and let his cock slide all the way out. With my small hands, I reach only halfway down his shaft and I know I will be able to tease only the more sensitive end of his tool with this technique. I was really gentle when I did this as I didn't want him ejaculating into my palm like this. I want to be holding his cock when it explodes and I want to feel it spasm and shoot out his semen.
Aunt Margaret is saying that she will normally use plenty of lubricant when working on the glans, but we don't need as much since Greg has a lot of precum, and I can just gently spread it around the head. So I took my time to do the spreading, rubbing the sticky juice between my thumb and forefinger and pulling it off his pee hole like strands of spiderweb. I think my aunt guessed how much I love playing with precum. It keeps on leaking out as long as I have my fingers on the cock head. Yeah, that's a lot of precum, I teased him. He lifted his head to look at my playing and grinned at me, but didn't reply. He's busy trying to maintain his composure while I'm stimulating his glans. I grasped its 2 sides and rubbed it back and forth between my sticky digits. That got him moaning, and gave me more of his natural lube. I kept it up until I have coated the entire glans with his own juice. Just for the fun of it, i raked one of my fingernails across his lubricated cock head and made him gasp. He wasn't expecting that! Vaginas don't have fingernails.
I continued with the "vaginal penetration" and did it with a bit more force this time. Real sex isn't half as gentle as this! He was breathing hard by now. I held my fingers tightly together and pressed down onto his cock head so that it forces my fingers apart. When I've pushed all the way down and my palm touches his wet slick, I would move my palm a little to distribute the precum over the rest of the head. Pulling back out until only half the head was still inside, my fingers lingered for a while before I push back in again. I did this a few times and he was soon clenching his fists, his tight abs were moving up and down as he grunted and took short, sharp breaths.
"Greg, do you need a squeeze?" I asked.
"Greg you've done well so far, you can let it out when you can't hold back anymore. We can continue after you rest a while." Aunt Margaret countered.
"Ok let's see if you can resist for another 2 minutes." I sang out to Greg teasingly.
In between the in-out fucking with my hand, I gently fondled the sides of his cock head between my fingers, rubbing back and forth between them, and tickled with the side of my nails. That got a protest from him, an animal-like growl. My other hand was cupping his balls and I could feel them being pulled back into his body. He's very near now. That wasn't anywhere near 2 minutes. In his very aroused state, the gentle tickling of his cock head pushed him over the cliff, past the point of no return, and he's going to cum in my hands! I know he can't hold back anymore!
"I'm cumming!" he gasped.
I switched my grip and held onto his shaft to feel his orgasm. The hard cock convulsed in my hand and the first white stream of cum shot out of the pee hole and landed on his abs. I tried to hold it as steady as I could while his hips buckled and caused his gun to point all over the place. I didn't want him to shoot all over my clothes. Some more shots erupted and I seem to remember whooping while he was moaning in ecstacy. I loved the feeling of him throbbing in my hand and his general state of helplessness when his body goes through an ejaculation and buckles wildly. And when it was over, I held his cock in my hand as it deflated. It is now very sensitive and I patted it tenderly with my other hand. I played with the semen that continued to ooze out between my fingers.
I then wiped my sticky fingers on his thighs and rested one hand on his abs, still holding his softening penis with the other. I enjoyed the feel of his hard abdominal muscles, wet with perspiration, pumping as if he had run a mile. Very manly.
"Did that feel good?" I asked him quietly.
"That was awesome... So intense..." he seemed to have just woken from his enjoyment.
"Is it like this when you masturbate?" I probed.
"No... It's so much better when you were doing it... It's incredible... how you were teasing and tickling me... The way you were playing made it so much more intense than when I was wanking..."
I would like to think that I did a better job than his girlfriend, but it's probably best that I don't ask. I'm sure she will be surprised after Greg's new experience.
"Want to do it again?"
"sure..."
"Let me clean you up first. You're all covered in sticky gooey white stuff."
"Yes and it's all your fault!"
Continue with round 2.
Wednesday 13 April 2011
Greg's Therapy - Round 2
Greg's Therapy
by Jenny 2011
Part 3 - Round 2
I would have licked his cum off my fingers and sucked him dry if Aunt wasn't around. Instead I took the box of tissue paper and cleaned the cum off my hands, the couch and his thighs. Then I took some more tissue and patted his shrivelled cock. The tissue got soggy and one part broke off and stuck to his shaft. I tried to scrape it off with my fingernail and had to press in a little because the skin is now wrinkled and trapping the tissue. He squealed a little and I laughed.
"Oh I'm so sorry! Did that hurt?" I teased him. "There's some tissue stuck to your cock, and I'm trying to get it off. The poor thing is still super sensitive isn't it, making you squeal like that? It's so sticky with all that lube. Do you think we should use less next round?"
I talked while scraping the tissue fragment off the side of his cock. I was so amused to see him clench his fists and keeping his mouth shut so he wouldn't squeal like a girl again. He's so much fun even when he's softened!
"You know what, Greg, I'm going to clean your cock head now. It's still got lots of juice on it. Do you think the paper will break off this time?"
He tried to sit up and told me he will clean it himself, but I would have none of it.
"Just relax, Greg! I will take good care of it! I promise I will be gentle with it. I will use my fingertips and not my nails."
"No nails! No nails!"
"Ok no nails, I promise you. Trust me! I know what I'm doing." I was almost begging him to let me have my way with his cock head. I love it when he's so vulnerable now and so jumpy now, afraid I will do something harsh on his exhausted cock. I placed my hands on his buffed body, stroked his hard pecs on his chest, looked into his eyes and made soothing sounds to calm him down, telling him to trust me. The thing is that, yes I would love handling his post-orgasmic cock and watch him squirm, but what I really want now is for him to say yes and to agree to what I say. He has given me so much control while he was hard and I want him to continue being submissive to me. I hope I haven't played him too hard and frightened him off.
And before he tried to get up again, I very quickly wiped the tissue on his cock head. He saw me looking down and tried to sit up and stop me, but I was already done. It was a fresh sheet of tissue and didn't disintegrate, fortunately. I smiled at him and said, "See, I told you I'll be gentle with it. Didn't we tell you that you need to trust us to help you and that you need to be open with us? I know your penis will be so sensitive right after an ejaculation. Let me take care of it. Just relax."
His 6 pack abs were slick with perspiration from the effort of fighting for control. He got off the bed when I'm done cleaning him up and walked over to the table where Aunt Margaret had glasses and water waiting. I enjoyed the sight of his deflated cock and balls moving as he swung off the bed and walked around. We chatted a bit after his drink. He stood leaning against the bed, his shriveled penis dangling down between his legs. It's probably as small as it will get, I think. I'm always curious to know how much it grows.
I pulled a chair over and questioned him on how he would normally wank, how long he would last, whether he tries to hold back or cum as quickly as he can. He seems so much more open now and freely answered all my questions. Well after getting so acquainted in round 1, this is something like pillow talk. I also took the liberty of wiping his glans again early on during the chat when I saw his tip leaking again. Probably some residue. I was pleased to see that he hardly flinched this time. He's getting comfortable with me. I enjoy taking such liberties without having to ask!
I also noticed him looking at my boobs when he thought I wasn't looking. Not the most discreet thing to do when your penis is naked and inches away from me! It didn't stay limp for long, not when he is confessing his sexual preferences. I reached out and lifted his cock when it started to twitch and grow a bit longer. It seems to have recovered from its earlier ordeal. It's still more limp than erect and felt so much lighter than when I was cleaning it up earlier on. Hardly any blood in it yet.
"Greg, if you feel like you can get hard again, we should continue." Aunt Margaret reminded us. "Maybe we will have time for even round 3 or 4 if we can start soon. Would you like that?"
"I don't really know... I would like to see how long I can last this time."
"If you resist for too long and dun cum, you might get blue balls. That'd hurt." Aunt told him.
"I've heard of that. Maybe I should give it a try while you're here to guide me?"
"Have you ever given blue balls before, Jenny? No? It's quite simple really. Just play him slowly, keep him hard and give lots of stimulation so that semen builds up in his balls. Don't let him cum, and he will feel a dull ache when enough fluid has accumulated. It may take a while though."
"First, let's get you hard again." I told Greg.
I dropped my tank top and bra and stood very close to him, my nipples a couple of inches from his chest. The cold air in the room made my nipples hard and erect. I know he likes breasts. I had noticed him looking at Aunt's pair during the briefing. She was wearing a tight black and bared a bit of cleavage. Very decent, except that she's so big that he actually got to look into her deep valley. With a pair of 34C boobs, i wasn't used to having them ignored. But mine were overshadowed by my aunt's during the briefing, and then he was so focused on his cock after that. My boobs finally got his attention now that they are bared and pointing at him. Looking into his eyes, enjoying his attention and signs of growing excitement on his face, I reached with one hand and grabbed his cock again. Yes, he definitely like what he is seeing. I'm sure he can get hard again without me needing to bare my breasts, but this is more fun! I hope my aunt don't complain!
"Want to touch them?" I whispered at him.
He reached out with his hands and gently caressed my boobs, weighed them with his hands, thumbed my hard nipples and pinched a little. I gasped and tried not to flinch. Not when his touch felt so good! I squeezed his cock in my hand. Semi-hard and still growing. I hadn't teased it yet. I was just holding it, enjoying the feel of it growing from almost zero to a full erection in my hands. I have to use both hands to hold it now. We stood there for a while longer, playing with each other. We might have locked lips if Aunt Margaret had not interrupted us.
"Greg, are you OK to let me measure your length and girth? Of your erection, I mean. I always do that with clients who come for this particular therapy."
Greg didn't mind and climbed onto the bed as instructed. Despite his heavy breathing, he actually seemed more relaxed than he had been during the first round. Maybe having cummed in front of us already, there isn't much more that he can still be shy about. His cock is stiff and straight now. Aunt Margaret got a tape measure and placed it along the length of his stiffy and called out the measurements. 5.5 inch length from root to crown. 5 inch girth around the thickest part of the rod. Quite a good size, she assured him. I wondered idly if she records the measurements somewhere. I had done my measurement earlier with my hands and I know that his is a good size and feels comfortable in my hands. Neither too big nor too small. Just perfect! But it is good to have numbers too.
When aunt was done, I stood over his abs, midway between his hands and his cock. His hands roamed over my tits when mine roamed over his rod. I enjoyed his gentle touch, but I can use only one hand when I stand so near. This is cramping my style, so to speak.
"Let me give you a good wank to warm you up first..." I smiled at him.
He murmured his approval and I moved away from his hands, which trailed down to my nipples and finally dropped away. I knew my panties were really soaked now. If he were to see them later on, he will know how aroused he's made me too.
I got the oil and started pumping him earnestly with 2 hands. I went at him with what I've got for half a minute and his fists were again clenched at his sides. I don't think he's going to cum so soon the second time round?
"Are you going to cum already, Greg? Do I need to squeeze you off?"
"No, not yet, but it feels so good!"
His handsome face is a pleasure to look at, especially when he is lost in his pleasure and not as guarded as in the first round. His eyes rolled back again he started his soft moans again. Before too long, he started leaking precum again.
"Give me some of your lube, Greg." I teased him.
I dipped one finger into the small pool of clear fluid oozing out of his pee hole and spread it gently across his glans. It's a barely-there, ticklish feeling, a change from the hard and fast pumping I had just given him earlier. I bent down and whispered to him, asking if he can feel what I'm doing to him, if he knows what I'm going to do next. I know he can feel my touch. His cock twitched and jumped away from my finger and that is as good as flinching. I held his balls in my left hand, thumbing his marbles gently. Then I rubbed my palm over his cock head to check how slippery it is. I slid my right hand up his shaft, reached the crown and dragged my whole palm over his glans, pressing down lightly. My middle finger trailed over his pee hole for the added sensation. That got him gasping for air. I sniggered.
His precum isn't quite enough yet. I gently teased the sides of his crown with my fingertip. He twitched, and oozed a bit more.
"I'm going to pinch your glans, Greg. Try not to cum yet... You know how disappointing that will be for both of us..."
I lightly pinched the sides of his cock head between my thumb and finger, taking care not to catch my fingernail on it. They are all well lubricated with oil and precum and it slipped out from between my digits. I got a good grip on the side of his cock head on my second try and that drove him wild. It was incredible seeing him twitch and throb when I'm holding him by the corner of his cock head. He groaned and buckled and shook off my fingers momentarily.
"Greg! Are you trying to escape from my fingertips? Why? You're not going to cum already are you?" I teased him.
"I... I couldn't help it. You know how it sometimes twitches by itself." I think he was a little bit embarrassed at being unable to endure the teasing. I love playing with this guy!
"I want to train up your cock head so that you can ensure such sensations without flinching. You want to last really long, don't you? But I will need to lubricate you again."
He's leaking a lot of precum. I held onto his shaft with my left hand and spread his juice over the head with my right, but not so gently now. He can take so much more teasing than the first round and I was having so much fun using my hands! He kept twitching in my grasp but I'm more familiar with his body now and I know he's not going to ejaculate yet. I kept changing what I was doing to him. Sometimes I will tell him what I'm going to do, sometimes I just stop for a while and touch him again after a pause. Sometimes I'm gentle, sometimes less so. He doesn't know what to expect and all this anticipation is playing tricks on his mind and wearing him down. I can hear his grunts of frustration. I love having a willing participant like this! But he is definitely getting nearer to the point of no return.
"Hey you'd better not cum yet! This is too early!" I warned him and gave him a good squeeze to bring him back. "Don't cum yet... You're not allowed to cum yet."
He groaned a little. I drive him so wild and then I press his off button. I think he's frustrated. I control his cock now. When he was back from the brink of ejaculating, I let go of my toy and moved towards his upper body.
"I'm going to let your cock rest for a while. But I don't want it to soften. You can use your hands..."
His hands eagerly resumed playing with my breasts and nipples. They were clearly making him very happy and his mouth was open in wonder. He seemed particularly fond of tweaking my nipples, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger. He was gentle about it and I thought it would be best if he doesn't know how much of a turn-on it is for me. I rested my hands on his hard chest and abdominal muscles, enjoying the feel.
"You like my big, erect nipples don't you, Greg?" I asked him, as evenly voiced as I could manage.
"Yeah, they're fun. Do you like what I'm doing?"
I kept quiet. He looked at me, trying to find some evidence of enjoyment in my expression. I reached out one hand to touch his waiting cock and check how hard it is. It doesn't get any softer at all from the rest it's getting, maybe my tits are helping a bit.
"Good. I want you to stay hard."
I stepped away from his hands and resumed my teasing on his jewels. A short rest is all I'm letting him have. A short grope from him is all I dare permit myself to enjoy. I didn't want to start moaning!
We repeated this tease-squeeze-rest cycle a few rounds, sometimes without the squeeze and I just slowed down and got him to practice holding back by himself. It took less and less to bring him to the brink with each round. I know that the squeeze doesn't totally remove the urge to cum. It just suppresses it for a while and he's still very sensitive. If I continue teasing again right after squeezing, I risk him spewing his load uncontrollably. He continued to leak his natural lubricant and his cock was like a volcano waiting to explode. His whole body was slick with perspiration and he was in agony. So near to cumming, yet I would not finish the job and I even put him through the indignity of being squeezed to slow him down! I think he's building up a mind-blowing orgasm now.
"How is it, Greg? Are your balls hurting yet?" I purred, caressing them gently in my hands. I tugged them downwards and his cock swayed towards me.
"Maybe you should stop for 10 minutes or so." Aunt Margaret advised. "Let him rest longer so he can focus on the sensations building up in his balls."
Greg looks as if he's going to say something, maybe protest that he doesn't want to wait 10 minutes in this agony. Maybe that he doesn't want the blue balls anymore. But to his credit he kept quiet and he's going through this like a man. As only a man can, with a stiff and aching cock that is pointing up in the air like a flag pole, lonely and unloved. His flag post drooped from the lack of attention and leaked a small pool of precum on the bed. I would let him play with my tits from time to time. Not enough to get him fully hard, but his cock is kept alive and he is kept horny.
Aunt Margaret finally announced that it's been 10 min, does he wish to wait any longer? Greg says he's had enough of the blue balls and can I make him cum please? I walked back to the bed and looked at his supposed blue balls. His cock is now lying on top of his balls, flaccid and less than half its full size. I lifted it with my thumb and forefinger and prodded the balls with my middle finger. His balls are the low-hanging type and it should be easier to tell when they are heavy. I used my other hand and lifted his sack with my fingertips and tried to weigh them. Do they feel heavier than when I was touching them earlier in round 1? Is it just my imagination?
"Are you sure they're full already? Maybe they can hold some more juice. Should I tease a bit more?"
I stuck a finger in my mouth, tasting the mix of lubricant and his precum. I collected a bit of saliva at the fingertip and used that to nip his glans again. It twitched and soon came back to life. I stepped within range of his hands, I didn't want him to get fully erect by himself and lose my excuse to let him grope me. I wanted to enjoy one more time, probably the last time. A naughty idea came to my mind while I was waiting for Greg to feel his pain. I'm going to make him scream and beg for mercy later, but if I really do that to him, I don't dare trust him to be gentle with my nipples after that.
Greg has such tender caresses and he's so fond of my boobs. He would make a good lover if he can really last longer. He couldn't put his mouth on my nipples with Aunt around. Oh, she smiled knowingly at me when i looked at her. She knows I'm having as much fun as Greg. I was already so aroused from playing him earlier, I might be able to cum if he continue tweaking my nipples like this. But I don't want them to know. I'm not sure if Aunt is going to tell my parents what I've been up to and I don't want to take too many liberties with her client!
And now for his second climax. I stepped away from his hands again and lubricated my hands one more time. I grabbed his cock, which is rock hard by now. I started with a few strokes, paying plenty of attention on his glans. I'm by now familiar with his body language and could tell that he is again approaching his point of no return.
"Greg, I'm going make it a big one for you. Let me know when you're ready to cum and I'll make it mind-blowing for you. You won't feel the pain in your balls after you cum. You will feel much much better."
That is not entirely true. I think he is going to be in a lot of pain in just a while. But he'll get over it and it will be a good experience for him. I hope he won't get too upset. He did ask for pain so I'm giving him extra service, in a way.
I continued to pleasure his cock and make it throb in my hand. With a groan, his ejaculation started and he is now at his most vulnerable. I gripped the base of his cock with my left hand, holding it firmly so it doesn't spray onto my hair later. With my right hand I rubbed his glans and added to the mind-blowing orgasm I had promised him. The first shots of cum erupted from between my fingers. His cock twitched and his whole body convulsed. My grip on him isn't holding him down when his whole body is arched and tensed up. It's more like I'm hanging onto his cock while he goes through a roller coaster ride.
After letting him enjoy the first few shots, I resumed my assault on his cock. It is now super sensitive again. I rubbed my right palm on his glans. I was hoping to feel his cum shooting onto my palm, but that didn't quite work out. It was hard enough to follow it with my hand when he is trying to pull away from me. He squealed and said something I didn't recognize. Something about letting go of him, I'm sure. The look of panic and anguish on his gorgeous face is priceless! I closed in my fingers and used the nails to scratch his glans lightly. He buckled and tried to slide away, almost falling off the bed.
I reached out and tried to pull him back by his thigh. I didn't dare let him fall off the bed and be held on only by his cock, comical though that certainly will be. What if i break it??
He landed feet first, fortunately. He crouched down, his hands sheltering his now very fragile privates to protect them from my further bullying. And the look on his face was one of betrayal. He has surrendered his precious cock and balls into my hands and trusted me to give him a good time and to help him with his PE training, and here I am inflicting such cruel pain on his glans when it's at it most vulnerable state. I did feel a twinge of guilt.
And finally, round 3.
by Jenny 2011
Part 3 - Round 2
I would have licked his cum off my fingers and sucked him dry if Aunt wasn't around. Instead I took the box of tissue paper and cleaned the cum off my hands, the couch and his thighs. Then I took some more tissue and patted his shrivelled cock. The tissue got soggy and one part broke off and stuck to his shaft. I tried to scrape it off with my fingernail and had to press in a little because the skin is now wrinkled and trapping the tissue. He squealed a little and I laughed.
"Oh I'm so sorry! Did that hurt?" I teased him. "There's some tissue stuck to your cock, and I'm trying to get it off. The poor thing is still super sensitive isn't it, making you squeal like that? It's so sticky with all that lube. Do you think we should use less next round?"
I talked while scraping the tissue fragment off the side of his cock. I was so amused to see him clench his fists and keeping his mouth shut so he wouldn't squeal like a girl again. He's so much fun even when he's softened!
"You know what, Greg, I'm going to clean your cock head now. It's still got lots of juice on it. Do you think the paper will break off this time?"
He tried to sit up and told me he will clean it himself, but I would have none of it.
"Just relax, Greg! I will take good care of it! I promise I will be gentle with it. I will use my fingertips and not my nails."
"No nails! No nails!"
"Ok no nails, I promise you. Trust me! I know what I'm doing." I was almost begging him to let me have my way with his cock head. I love it when he's so vulnerable now and so jumpy now, afraid I will do something harsh on his exhausted cock. I placed my hands on his buffed body, stroked his hard pecs on his chest, looked into his eyes and made soothing sounds to calm him down, telling him to trust me. The thing is that, yes I would love handling his post-orgasmic cock and watch him squirm, but what I really want now is for him to say yes and to agree to what I say. He has given me so much control while he was hard and I want him to continue being submissive to me. I hope I haven't played him too hard and frightened him off.
And before he tried to get up again, I very quickly wiped the tissue on his cock head. He saw me looking down and tried to sit up and stop me, but I was already done. It was a fresh sheet of tissue and didn't disintegrate, fortunately. I smiled at him and said, "See, I told you I'll be gentle with it. Didn't we tell you that you need to trust us to help you and that you need to be open with us? I know your penis will be so sensitive right after an ejaculation. Let me take care of it. Just relax."
His 6 pack abs were slick with perspiration from the effort of fighting for control. He got off the bed when I'm done cleaning him up and walked over to the table where Aunt Margaret had glasses and water waiting. I enjoyed the sight of his deflated cock and balls moving as he swung off the bed and walked around. We chatted a bit after his drink. He stood leaning against the bed, his shriveled penis dangling down between his legs. It's probably as small as it will get, I think. I'm always curious to know how much it grows.
I pulled a chair over and questioned him on how he would normally wank, how long he would last, whether he tries to hold back or cum as quickly as he can. He seems so much more open now and freely answered all my questions. Well after getting so acquainted in round 1, this is something like pillow talk. I also took the liberty of wiping his glans again early on during the chat when I saw his tip leaking again. Probably some residue. I was pleased to see that he hardly flinched this time. He's getting comfortable with me. I enjoy taking such liberties without having to ask!
I also noticed him looking at my boobs when he thought I wasn't looking. Not the most discreet thing to do when your penis is naked and inches away from me! It didn't stay limp for long, not when he is confessing his sexual preferences. I reached out and lifted his cock when it started to twitch and grow a bit longer. It seems to have recovered from its earlier ordeal. It's still more limp than erect and felt so much lighter than when I was cleaning it up earlier on. Hardly any blood in it yet.
"Greg, if you feel like you can get hard again, we should continue." Aunt Margaret reminded us. "Maybe we will have time for even round 3 or 4 if we can start soon. Would you like that?"
"I don't really know... I would like to see how long I can last this time."
"If you resist for too long and dun cum, you might get blue balls. That'd hurt." Aunt told him.
"I've heard of that. Maybe I should give it a try while you're here to guide me?"
"Have you ever given blue balls before, Jenny? No? It's quite simple really. Just play him slowly, keep him hard and give lots of stimulation so that semen builds up in his balls. Don't let him cum, and he will feel a dull ache when enough fluid has accumulated. It may take a while though."
"First, let's get you hard again." I told Greg.
I dropped my tank top and bra and stood very close to him, my nipples a couple of inches from his chest. The cold air in the room made my nipples hard and erect. I know he likes breasts. I had noticed him looking at Aunt's pair during the briefing. She was wearing a tight black and bared a bit of cleavage. Very decent, except that she's so big that he actually got to look into her deep valley. With a pair of 34C boobs, i wasn't used to having them ignored. But mine were overshadowed by my aunt's during the briefing, and then he was so focused on his cock after that. My boobs finally got his attention now that they are bared and pointing at him. Looking into his eyes, enjoying his attention and signs of growing excitement on his face, I reached with one hand and grabbed his cock again. Yes, he definitely like what he is seeing. I'm sure he can get hard again without me needing to bare my breasts, but this is more fun! I hope my aunt don't complain!
"Want to touch them?" I whispered at him.
He reached out with his hands and gently caressed my boobs, weighed them with his hands, thumbed my hard nipples and pinched a little. I gasped and tried not to flinch. Not when his touch felt so good! I squeezed his cock in my hand. Semi-hard and still growing. I hadn't teased it yet. I was just holding it, enjoying the feel of it growing from almost zero to a full erection in my hands. I have to use both hands to hold it now. We stood there for a while longer, playing with each other. We might have locked lips if Aunt Margaret had not interrupted us.
"Greg, are you OK to let me measure your length and girth? Of your erection, I mean. I always do that with clients who come for this particular therapy."
Greg didn't mind and climbed onto the bed as instructed. Despite his heavy breathing, he actually seemed more relaxed than he had been during the first round. Maybe having cummed in front of us already, there isn't much more that he can still be shy about. His cock is stiff and straight now. Aunt Margaret got a tape measure and placed it along the length of his stiffy and called out the measurements. 5.5 inch length from root to crown. 5 inch girth around the thickest part of the rod. Quite a good size, she assured him. I wondered idly if she records the measurements somewhere. I had done my measurement earlier with my hands and I know that his is a good size and feels comfortable in my hands. Neither too big nor too small. Just perfect! But it is good to have numbers too.
When aunt was done, I stood over his abs, midway between his hands and his cock. His hands roamed over my tits when mine roamed over his rod. I enjoyed his gentle touch, but I can use only one hand when I stand so near. This is cramping my style, so to speak.
"Let me give you a good wank to warm you up first..." I smiled at him.
He murmured his approval and I moved away from his hands, which trailed down to my nipples and finally dropped away. I knew my panties were really soaked now. If he were to see them later on, he will know how aroused he's made me too.
I got the oil and started pumping him earnestly with 2 hands. I went at him with what I've got for half a minute and his fists were again clenched at his sides. I don't think he's going to cum so soon the second time round?
"Are you going to cum already, Greg? Do I need to squeeze you off?"
"No, not yet, but it feels so good!"
His handsome face is a pleasure to look at, especially when he is lost in his pleasure and not as guarded as in the first round. His eyes rolled back again he started his soft moans again. Before too long, he started leaking precum again.
"Give me some of your lube, Greg." I teased him.
I dipped one finger into the small pool of clear fluid oozing out of his pee hole and spread it gently across his glans. It's a barely-there, ticklish feeling, a change from the hard and fast pumping I had just given him earlier. I bent down and whispered to him, asking if he can feel what I'm doing to him, if he knows what I'm going to do next. I know he can feel my touch. His cock twitched and jumped away from my finger and that is as good as flinching. I held his balls in my left hand, thumbing his marbles gently. Then I rubbed my palm over his cock head to check how slippery it is. I slid my right hand up his shaft, reached the crown and dragged my whole palm over his glans, pressing down lightly. My middle finger trailed over his pee hole for the added sensation. That got him gasping for air. I sniggered.
His precum isn't quite enough yet. I gently teased the sides of his crown with my fingertip. He twitched, and oozed a bit more.
"I'm going to pinch your glans, Greg. Try not to cum yet... You know how disappointing that will be for both of us..."
I lightly pinched the sides of his cock head between my thumb and finger, taking care not to catch my fingernail on it. They are all well lubricated with oil and precum and it slipped out from between my digits. I got a good grip on the side of his cock head on my second try and that drove him wild. It was incredible seeing him twitch and throb when I'm holding him by the corner of his cock head. He groaned and buckled and shook off my fingers momentarily.
"Greg! Are you trying to escape from my fingertips? Why? You're not going to cum already are you?" I teased him.
"I... I couldn't help it. You know how it sometimes twitches by itself." I think he was a little bit embarrassed at being unable to endure the teasing. I love playing with this guy!
"I want to train up your cock head so that you can ensure such sensations without flinching. You want to last really long, don't you? But I will need to lubricate you again."
He's leaking a lot of precum. I held onto his shaft with my left hand and spread his juice over the head with my right, but not so gently now. He can take so much more teasing than the first round and I was having so much fun using my hands! He kept twitching in my grasp but I'm more familiar with his body now and I know he's not going to ejaculate yet. I kept changing what I was doing to him. Sometimes I will tell him what I'm going to do, sometimes I just stop for a while and touch him again after a pause. Sometimes I'm gentle, sometimes less so. He doesn't know what to expect and all this anticipation is playing tricks on his mind and wearing him down. I can hear his grunts of frustration. I love having a willing participant like this! But he is definitely getting nearer to the point of no return.
"Hey you'd better not cum yet! This is too early!" I warned him and gave him a good squeeze to bring him back. "Don't cum yet... You're not allowed to cum yet."
He groaned a little. I drive him so wild and then I press his off button. I think he's frustrated. I control his cock now. When he was back from the brink of ejaculating, I let go of my toy and moved towards his upper body.
"I'm going to let your cock rest for a while. But I don't want it to soften. You can use your hands..."
His hands eagerly resumed playing with my breasts and nipples. They were clearly making him very happy and his mouth was open in wonder. He seemed particularly fond of tweaking my nipples, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger. He was gentle about it and I thought it would be best if he doesn't know how much of a turn-on it is for me. I rested my hands on his hard chest and abdominal muscles, enjoying the feel.
"You like my big, erect nipples don't you, Greg?" I asked him, as evenly voiced as I could manage.
"Yeah, they're fun. Do you like what I'm doing?"
I kept quiet. He looked at me, trying to find some evidence of enjoyment in my expression. I reached out one hand to touch his waiting cock and check how hard it is. It doesn't get any softer at all from the rest it's getting, maybe my tits are helping a bit.
"Good. I want you to stay hard."
I stepped away from his hands and resumed my teasing on his jewels. A short rest is all I'm letting him have. A short grope from him is all I dare permit myself to enjoy. I didn't want to start moaning!
We repeated this tease-squeeze-rest cycle a few rounds, sometimes without the squeeze and I just slowed down and got him to practice holding back by himself. It took less and less to bring him to the brink with each round. I know that the squeeze doesn't totally remove the urge to cum. It just suppresses it for a while and he's still very sensitive. If I continue teasing again right after squeezing, I risk him spewing his load uncontrollably. He continued to leak his natural lubricant and his cock was like a volcano waiting to explode. His whole body was slick with perspiration and he was in agony. So near to cumming, yet I would not finish the job and I even put him through the indignity of being squeezed to slow him down! I think he's building up a mind-blowing orgasm now.
"How is it, Greg? Are your balls hurting yet?" I purred, caressing them gently in my hands. I tugged them downwards and his cock swayed towards me.
"Maybe you should stop for 10 minutes or so." Aunt Margaret advised. "Let him rest longer so he can focus on the sensations building up in his balls."
Greg looks as if he's going to say something, maybe protest that he doesn't want to wait 10 minutes in this agony. Maybe that he doesn't want the blue balls anymore. But to his credit he kept quiet and he's going through this like a man. As only a man can, with a stiff and aching cock that is pointing up in the air like a flag pole, lonely and unloved. His flag post drooped from the lack of attention and leaked a small pool of precum on the bed. I would let him play with my tits from time to time. Not enough to get him fully hard, but his cock is kept alive and he is kept horny.
Aunt Margaret finally announced that it's been 10 min, does he wish to wait any longer? Greg says he's had enough of the blue balls and can I make him cum please? I walked back to the bed and looked at his supposed blue balls. His cock is now lying on top of his balls, flaccid and less than half its full size. I lifted it with my thumb and forefinger and prodded the balls with my middle finger. His balls are the low-hanging type and it should be easier to tell when they are heavy. I used my other hand and lifted his sack with my fingertips and tried to weigh them. Do they feel heavier than when I was touching them earlier in round 1? Is it just my imagination?
"Are you sure they're full already? Maybe they can hold some more juice. Should I tease a bit more?"
I stuck a finger in my mouth, tasting the mix of lubricant and his precum. I collected a bit of saliva at the fingertip and used that to nip his glans again. It twitched and soon came back to life. I stepped within range of his hands, I didn't want him to get fully erect by himself and lose my excuse to let him grope me. I wanted to enjoy one more time, probably the last time. A naughty idea came to my mind while I was waiting for Greg to feel his pain. I'm going to make him scream and beg for mercy later, but if I really do that to him, I don't dare trust him to be gentle with my nipples after that.
Greg has such tender caresses and he's so fond of my boobs. He would make a good lover if he can really last longer. He couldn't put his mouth on my nipples with Aunt around. Oh, she smiled knowingly at me when i looked at her. She knows I'm having as much fun as Greg. I was already so aroused from playing him earlier, I might be able to cum if he continue tweaking my nipples like this. But I don't want them to know. I'm not sure if Aunt is going to tell my parents what I've been up to and I don't want to take too many liberties with her client!
And now for his second climax. I stepped away from his hands again and lubricated my hands one more time. I grabbed his cock, which is rock hard by now. I started with a few strokes, paying plenty of attention on his glans. I'm by now familiar with his body language and could tell that he is again approaching his point of no return.
"Greg, I'm going make it a big one for you. Let me know when you're ready to cum and I'll make it mind-blowing for you. You won't feel the pain in your balls after you cum. You will feel much much better."
That is not entirely true. I think he is going to be in a lot of pain in just a while. But he'll get over it and it will be a good experience for him. I hope he won't get too upset. He did ask for pain so I'm giving him extra service, in a way.
I continued to pleasure his cock and make it throb in my hand. With a groan, his ejaculation started and he is now at his most vulnerable. I gripped the base of his cock with my left hand, holding it firmly so it doesn't spray onto my hair later. With my right hand I rubbed his glans and added to the mind-blowing orgasm I had promised him. The first shots of cum erupted from between my fingers. His cock twitched and his whole body convulsed. My grip on him isn't holding him down when his whole body is arched and tensed up. It's more like I'm hanging onto his cock while he goes through a roller coaster ride.
After letting him enjoy the first few shots, I resumed my assault on his cock. It is now super sensitive again. I rubbed my right palm on his glans. I was hoping to feel his cum shooting onto my palm, but that didn't quite work out. It was hard enough to follow it with my hand when he is trying to pull away from me. He squealed and said something I didn't recognize. Something about letting go of him, I'm sure. The look of panic and anguish on his gorgeous face is priceless! I closed in my fingers and used the nails to scratch his glans lightly. He buckled and tried to slide away, almost falling off the bed.
I reached out and tried to pull him back by his thigh. I didn't dare let him fall off the bed and be held on only by his cock, comical though that certainly will be. What if i break it??
He landed feet first, fortunately. He crouched down, his hands sheltering his now very fragile privates to protect them from my further bullying. And the look on his face was one of betrayal. He has surrendered his precious cock and balls into my hands and trusted me to give him a good time and to help him with his PE training, and here I am inflicting such cruel pain on his glans when it's at it most vulnerable state. I did feel a twinge of guilt.
And finally, round 3.
Tuesday 12 April 2011
Greg's Therapy - Round 3
Greg's Therapy
by Jenny 2011
Part 4 - Round 3
"That... That was in... insane! What... What did you do that for?!" He stammered.
"Oh I'm so sorry. That must have really hurt. I thought you might..." I replied as soothingly as I could.
"What was that for?! Don't you know that it's super sensitive right after cumming?"
"This is so much more intense than blue balls right? I thought you might want to experience something like that once in your life. And this isn't something you can do by yourself. You need someone else to do it to you."
Oh dear, I hope I haven't overdone it. It's just a light scratch, a caress with a fingernail! Fortunately Aunt Margaret stepped in to help.
"Greg, breathe in." Aunt Margaret told him. "Take in deep breaths and try to relax. It will help you cope with the sensations. Breathe in slowly. Now listen to me, the pain will go away very soon. You'll be ok. This is called post orgasmic cock torture. This is actually sensory overload, it's not really pain. The sensations are magnified when you have just ejaculated and anything you feel can be unbearable. It's really mind-blowing though, isn't it? It's normal that you would want to run away. What Jenny gave you is a very mild taste of it. To really experience this, you would have to be strapped down while Jenny goes at you for a minute or two so you can't run away and you can't stop her. It's true! There are some guys who are really into this and they ask to be strapped down. I know, it sounds scary, and I wouldn't strap you down unless you ask for it. Do you feel like you have recovered from it yet? Can you stand up?"
Greg responded quite well to Aunt's speech and seems to have gotten over it already. I noticed that she has this authoritative and calming presence, which Greg seems to find comforting. And he trusts her. He stood up and gripped the side of the bed for support. I'd bet he is still feeling some of that magnified trauma from my fingernail. But it was really just a light scratch, I swear.
His cock was still half hard and throbbed once in a while, the last of his cum draining off the tip. There was cum all over his body and on the bed. Compared to the first round, this looks watery, but I think there was more or less just as much ejaculate. Yup, his balls must have been fully filled up. That was a satisfying thought.
I walked over and got him a glass of water which he drained at one go. He looked up at me and I smiled apologetically. He grinned. I suppose he has gotten over it already.
"That was quite an experience wasn't it? I hope you're not too upset with me... Do you still want to go for round 3? You've had fun during these 2 rounds, didn't you? I promise not to torture your cock like that again, not unless you want me to." I said to Greg.
"Round 3..." he muttered. "I've not had a round 3 yet. That would be something to experience."
"So you don't know how long you need to rest before you can go again? It's ok, sit down and have a rest. I'll get you hard again later. For now, let me clean you up again. What? Is your cock still hurting? I'll be extra gentle this time. Maybe we can go to the toilet and I wash it for you."
Aunt Margaret waved us off and sat down in her chair to wait for us. So she's going to leave us alone for a while! I don't think he can get hard yet, but I'm sure there is some way for me to have fun, especially without her around.
Greg wasn't very steady on his feet when we walked to the toilet together but he didn't want to lean on me. So I just walked beside him and looked at his semi-hard cock swinging as he walked. The toilet was just outside the massage room, down the corridor. Aunt said she didn't have any other appointments this morning so we decided to take a risk and walk over in our state of undress. It's such a hassle to put on clothing only to remove it again when we reach the toilet!
The toilet was a single cubicle unit and we locked the door from the inside. I got him to sit on the toilet bowl and wait for me. I scooped water from the running tap with my hands, turned to him and poured it on his wilting cock. Then I gently held it between my hands and tried rubbing a little with my thumb, but it was still sensitive and it was all he could do to stop himself from pulling my hands away.
"Tell you what, I know a more gentle way to clean that cum off your cock, but you mustn't tell my aunt, ok?" I told Greg.
"Ok. What's so special about it?"
I didn't bother to reply him. I bent my head down and took his exposed cock head between my lips and sucked gently. He gasped and I looked up at him. The look on his face was not of pain, but of amazement. Here I am sucking him off at last! Perhaps he had also been yearning for me to take his cock into my mouth! I gently sucked the remaining cum out of his pee hole, then used the tip of my tongue to lick his glans a few times. Incredibly, I could feel him starting to get hard again. I took more of him into my mouth and ran my tongue over every bit of it, cleaning off the cum and lubricant. He looked so helpless, sitting naked on the toilet bowl, slack jawed, his eyeballs rolling back, hands gripping the sides of the toilet bowl. He is once again lost to the sensations that his cock is feeling, once again lost in the spell that I was weaving.
I stopped after a while and released his cock. It has grown pretty big by now. I would love to give him his 3rd round with my mouth, but what would Aunt Margaret say?
"I think it's clean enough now. What do you think?" I asked.
"Wow... This sure beats using tissue paper and then having to scrape it off me with your fingernail!"
"Look at you. It's almost full grown already. Are you ready to start round 3?"
"This is incredible! I've never thought that I can get hard again so soon after having cummed twice! It still feels a little sore but yeah I think so. Do we need to go back? She will want to errr... supervise us right?"
Again, fortunately, we did not encounter anybody on the way back to the massage room.
Coming back into the room, I was amused to see him holding his hands over his groin, as if to hide his erected penis from Aunt Margaret. I think he is shy to let her know that he had been playing, (or more accurately, he got played) while we were supposed to be getting him cleaned up only.
"Greg! I see you're ready to go again! Young men like you recover so fast!" Aunt Margaret didn't look unhappy. Maybe she was even impressed with his recovery. "Why don't you take a seat while I do a short briefing?"
Now that he's been found out, Greg stopped trying to cover up and grinned in that charming way of his. I grabbed his cock and pulled him over to the bed, like a leash on a dog's collar. He obediently followed me.
I got him to sit on the bed and I stood beside it while Aunt told us how the 3rd round should be done. I held onto his shaft with one hand and idly tickled its underside while we listened. My excuse was that I wanted to keep him hard. And to his credit he felt as hard as he did during the first 2 rounds. Strong guy!
"This is your last chance to train, so give it your all, hold back and last as long as you can. Your enjoyment ends after you've ejaculated, so make it last as long as you can." She winked at him knowingly.
"I'll leave it to Jenny to make you cum one more time. I'm sure you will last longer than in your earlier rounds, but don't get cocky and don't lose control of your cock! Remember what I've taught you so far about holding back and practice them."
"But Jenny, we've already used up most of the 2 hours, so don't do so much of the tease and stop. Make him cum in 10 minutes, ok? Unless Greg has seriously mastered what he came to learn and can last forever..."
And so he was ready to go without needing to grope my breasts, fortunately. After having tortured his cock while it was spurting and vulnerable, I wouldn't dare let him get his fingers on my nipples again!
I started off by wanking his hard cock with what I've got and rubbed my thumb onto his glans. I know I should do the vagina simulation again, that's what he's here for and it's the excuse for letting me play with his cock for over an hour already. But I wanted to wait till he is much more aroused before I do that. I want him to be near an orgasm so that he has to fight and do his best to hold back. I didn't want him to have an easy time.
The precum was slower in leaking this time. I was getting a little bored over his milder reaction. Instead of trying desperately and helplessly not to cum while I'm bullying his cock, he started chatting with me to distract himself. I was slightly offended that he's trying to ignore my attention on his cock. It's good for him to fight back and try to resist, this is his training session after all, but I would prefer to have his full attention.
I was starting to think that he can last longer than 10 minutes this time. I tried something harsher to get his attention.
I ran my fingers over his hard ab muscles. He had what is known as "washboard abs" in Singapore, the kind of well-defined muscles with no fats covering them. Those ridges and valleys on his torso look so good! I pulled his cock down over that washboard and rubbed his glans onto his ab lines. It would have been cruel pressing it onto the hard wooden surface of a washboard, but it's fun pressing onto his muscles and using their curvature for friction. He laughed and found that kinky.
I pulled hard on his cock. I gripped it tight and pulled upwards, forcing him to lift his hips off the bed. He laughed and told me he loved it when he felt air con on his butt. I think his butt is more sweaty than his abs.
I pulled his stiffy down towards me, holding it against his hip bone. I held it with one hand and ran my fingertips all over it with the other. His cock would twitch, but I'm holding onto it firmly. I tickled his cock head, which is now staring at me. His legs squirmed a little from the pleasure and his breathing got heavier but he didn't try to pull away. Not yet Maybe he needs more warming up this 3rd time.
I grabbed his cock and spent a couple of minutes working on his glans. I was intent on getting some reaction out of him before letting him go this time. A bit of tickling, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, pressing down around his pee hole, a few light scratches with my nails, I can see him warming up and leaking more juice. He should be ready for the vagina challenge now. I cupped my hand and pressed my fingers down onto his glans again, forcing it to slide in and hit my palm. I can see him curling his feet in pleasure.
I was standing at his hips, within the reach of his hands. He had kept them clenched at his side all this while and just helplessly endured my toying with his cock. I was surprised to feel his fingers trailing up my thighs. I didn't stop him, not even when his fingers have wandered under my miniskirt, up to the bottom and sides of my butt cheeks. I wasn't standing near enough for him to reach my pussy, but he could feel enough of my cheeks to know that I wasn't wearing panties. He was looking at me with that look of amazement again. He could be trying to make up his mind as to whether I'm wearing a g-string or none at all. He didn't ask and I kept quiet. I don't mind his imagination running wild.
"Yeah, can you feel the pussy sliding down over your cock? And your hand is getting nearer..." I teased him.
I can tell that he is getting nearer to his third ejaculation now. The mind is a big source of arousal and I'm exploiting his now. Looking back, I regretted not having asked him about his fetishes and using them on him to make him cum faster. He closed his eyes and groaned, his muscles stiff with the effort to hold back. I started pumping his shaft again.
"Does this feel good, Greg? Are you going to cum soon? I want you to cum all over my hands again. Shoot onto my breasts if you want to. They are naked and waiting for your cum."
He opened his eyes and stared at my bare tits and erected nipples hanging over his cock, jiggling enticingly with my pumping action. He is once again slack-jawed, seemingly lost in a haze of lust and unable to speak. This gorgeous boy is more like an animal in heat now. He is now reacting to stimulation and no longer able to try and hold back.
With a groan, his body shuddered and he went into the throes of his third ejaculation. He grabbed a handful of my butt cheek and clenched hard as he cummed. I lost balance and let go of his spurting cock. But anyway he had only a few drops of semen by this third round. They landed on his thighs and the bed again. His eyes rolled back and he forgot to aim at my bare tits. The way he was shuddering, it seems as if his life is spurting out through his cock...
And when the spasms stopped, he curled up into a ball and moaned, as if to protect his cock from more stimulation. As if he can't bear to have another orgasm again. As if he had been forcefully stimulated and made to ejaculate against his will. As if I had raped him. I think 3 rounds in 2 hours is really his limit.
My arms ached a little at the end of the vigorous handjob session but it felt immensely satisfying to be able to make him cum and also stop him from cumming so many times that I have lost count. I think what I had done to him had been a little harsh, taking control of his cock like that. I felt a little sorry for him. Then I reminded myself that he is a willing participant and he had enjoyed the whole 2 hour session tremendously. I just hope he doesn't get any lasting psychological damage!
He lasted around 10 minutes in round 3 when I was stimulating him vigorously. That seems an improvement over cumming in 2 mins when he has sex. To be able to last so much longer, can he be considered to have graduated from the training? I hope this helps him last longer in round 1 next time, because with his good looks he will have no lack of girls and he will need to improve his holding power! I feel very privileged to have this encounter with him when he is still so inexperienced and vulnerable.
by Jenny 2011
Part 4 - Round 3
"That... That was in... insane! What... What did you do that for?!" He stammered.
"Oh I'm so sorry. That must have really hurt. I thought you might..." I replied as soothingly as I could.
"What was that for?! Don't you know that it's super sensitive right after cumming?"
"This is so much more intense than blue balls right? I thought you might want to experience something like that once in your life. And this isn't something you can do by yourself. You need someone else to do it to you."
Oh dear, I hope I haven't overdone it. It's just a light scratch, a caress with a fingernail! Fortunately Aunt Margaret stepped in to help.
"Greg, breathe in." Aunt Margaret told him. "Take in deep breaths and try to relax. It will help you cope with the sensations. Breathe in slowly. Now listen to me, the pain will go away very soon. You'll be ok. This is called post orgasmic cock torture. This is actually sensory overload, it's not really pain. The sensations are magnified when you have just ejaculated and anything you feel can be unbearable. It's really mind-blowing though, isn't it? It's normal that you would want to run away. What Jenny gave you is a very mild taste of it. To really experience this, you would have to be strapped down while Jenny goes at you for a minute or two so you can't run away and you can't stop her. It's true! There are some guys who are really into this and they ask to be strapped down. I know, it sounds scary, and I wouldn't strap you down unless you ask for it. Do you feel like you have recovered from it yet? Can you stand up?"
Greg responded quite well to Aunt's speech and seems to have gotten over it already. I noticed that she has this authoritative and calming presence, which Greg seems to find comforting. And he trusts her. He stood up and gripped the side of the bed for support. I'd bet he is still feeling some of that magnified trauma from my fingernail. But it was really just a light scratch, I swear.
His cock was still half hard and throbbed once in a while, the last of his cum draining off the tip. There was cum all over his body and on the bed. Compared to the first round, this looks watery, but I think there was more or less just as much ejaculate. Yup, his balls must have been fully filled up. That was a satisfying thought.
I walked over and got him a glass of water which he drained at one go. He looked up at me and I smiled apologetically. He grinned. I suppose he has gotten over it already.
"That was quite an experience wasn't it? I hope you're not too upset with me... Do you still want to go for round 3? You've had fun during these 2 rounds, didn't you? I promise not to torture your cock like that again, not unless you want me to." I said to Greg.
"Round 3..." he muttered. "I've not had a round 3 yet. That would be something to experience."
"So you don't know how long you need to rest before you can go again? It's ok, sit down and have a rest. I'll get you hard again later. For now, let me clean you up again. What? Is your cock still hurting? I'll be extra gentle this time. Maybe we can go to the toilet and I wash it for you."
Aunt Margaret waved us off and sat down in her chair to wait for us. So she's going to leave us alone for a while! I don't think he can get hard yet, but I'm sure there is some way for me to have fun, especially without her around.
Greg wasn't very steady on his feet when we walked to the toilet together but he didn't want to lean on me. So I just walked beside him and looked at his semi-hard cock swinging as he walked. The toilet was just outside the massage room, down the corridor. Aunt said she didn't have any other appointments this morning so we decided to take a risk and walk over in our state of undress. It's such a hassle to put on clothing only to remove it again when we reach the toilet!
The toilet was a single cubicle unit and we locked the door from the inside. I got him to sit on the toilet bowl and wait for me. I scooped water from the running tap with my hands, turned to him and poured it on his wilting cock. Then I gently held it between my hands and tried rubbing a little with my thumb, but it was still sensitive and it was all he could do to stop himself from pulling my hands away.
"Tell you what, I know a more gentle way to clean that cum off your cock, but you mustn't tell my aunt, ok?" I told Greg.
"Ok. What's so special about it?"
I didn't bother to reply him. I bent my head down and took his exposed cock head between my lips and sucked gently. He gasped and I looked up at him. The look on his face was not of pain, but of amazement. Here I am sucking him off at last! Perhaps he had also been yearning for me to take his cock into my mouth! I gently sucked the remaining cum out of his pee hole, then used the tip of my tongue to lick his glans a few times. Incredibly, I could feel him starting to get hard again. I took more of him into my mouth and ran my tongue over every bit of it, cleaning off the cum and lubricant. He looked so helpless, sitting naked on the toilet bowl, slack jawed, his eyeballs rolling back, hands gripping the sides of the toilet bowl. He is once again lost to the sensations that his cock is feeling, once again lost in the spell that I was weaving.
I stopped after a while and released his cock. It has grown pretty big by now. I would love to give him his 3rd round with my mouth, but what would Aunt Margaret say?
"I think it's clean enough now. What do you think?" I asked.
"Wow... This sure beats using tissue paper and then having to scrape it off me with your fingernail!"
"Look at you. It's almost full grown already. Are you ready to start round 3?"
"This is incredible! I've never thought that I can get hard again so soon after having cummed twice! It still feels a little sore but yeah I think so. Do we need to go back? She will want to errr... supervise us right?"
Again, fortunately, we did not encounter anybody on the way back to the massage room.
Coming back into the room, I was amused to see him holding his hands over his groin, as if to hide his erected penis from Aunt Margaret. I think he is shy to let her know that he had been playing, (or more accurately, he got played) while we were supposed to be getting him cleaned up only.
"Greg! I see you're ready to go again! Young men like you recover so fast!" Aunt Margaret didn't look unhappy. Maybe she was even impressed with his recovery. "Why don't you take a seat while I do a short briefing?"
Now that he's been found out, Greg stopped trying to cover up and grinned in that charming way of his. I grabbed his cock and pulled him over to the bed, like a leash on a dog's collar. He obediently followed me.
I got him to sit on the bed and I stood beside it while Aunt told us how the 3rd round should be done. I held onto his shaft with one hand and idly tickled its underside while we listened. My excuse was that I wanted to keep him hard. And to his credit he felt as hard as he did during the first 2 rounds. Strong guy!
"This is your last chance to train, so give it your all, hold back and last as long as you can. Your enjoyment ends after you've ejaculated, so make it last as long as you can." She winked at him knowingly.
"I'll leave it to Jenny to make you cum one more time. I'm sure you will last longer than in your earlier rounds, but don't get cocky and don't lose control of your cock! Remember what I've taught you so far about holding back and practice them."
"But Jenny, we've already used up most of the 2 hours, so don't do so much of the tease and stop. Make him cum in 10 minutes, ok? Unless Greg has seriously mastered what he came to learn and can last forever..."
And so he was ready to go without needing to grope my breasts, fortunately. After having tortured his cock while it was spurting and vulnerable, I wouldn't dare let him get his fingers on my nipples again!
I started off by wanking his hard cock with what I've got and rubbed my thumb onto his glans. I know I should do the vagina simulation again, that's what he's here for and it's the excuse for letting me play with his cock for over an hour already. But I wanted to wait till he is much more aroused before I do that. I want him to be near an orgasm so that he has to fight and do his best to hold back. I didn't want him to have an easy time.
The precum was slower in leaking this time. I was getting a little bored over his milder reaction. Instead of trying desperately and helplessly not to cum while I'm bullying his cock, he started chatting with me to distract himself. I was slightly offended that he's trying to ignore my attention on his cock. It's good for him to fight back and try to resist, this is his training session after all, but I would prefer to have his full attention.
I was starting to think that he can last longer than 10 minutes this time. I tried something harsher to get his attention.
I ran my fingers over his hard ab muscles. He had what is known as "washboard abs" in Singapore, the kind of well-defined muscles with no fats covering them. Those ridges and valleys on his torso look so good! I pulled his cock down over that washboard and rubbed his glans onto his ab lines. It would have been cruel pressing it onto the hard wooden surface of a washboard, but it's fun pressing onto his muscles and using their curvature for friction. He laughed and found that kinky.
I pulled hard on his cock. I gripped it tight and pulled upwards, forcing him to lift his hips off the bed. He laughed and told me he loved it when he felt air con on his butt. I think his butt is more sweaty than his abs.
I pulled his stiffy down towards me, holding it against his hip bone. I held it with one hand and ran my fingertips all over it with the other. His cock would twitch, but I'm holding onto it firmly. I tickled his cock head, which is now staring at me. His legs squirmed a little from the pleasure and his breathing got heavier but he didn't try to pull away. Not yet Maybe he needs more warming up this 3rd time.
I grabbed his cock and spent a couple of minutes working on his glans. I was intent on getting some reaction out of him before letting him go this time. A bit of tickling, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, pressing down around his pee hole, a few light scratches with my nails, I can see him warming up and leaking more juice. He should be ready for the vagina challenge now. I cupped my hand and pressed my fingers down onto his glans again, forcing it to slide in and hit my palm. I can see him curling his feet in pleasure.
I was standing at his hips, within the reach of his hands. He had kept them clenched at his side all this while and just helplessly endured my toying with his cock. I was surprised to feel his fingers trailing up my thighs. I didn't stop him, not even when his fingers have wandered under my miniskirt, up to the bottom and sides of my butt cheeks. I wasn't standing near enough for him to reach my pussy, but he could feel enough of my cheeks to know that I wasn't wearing panties. He was looking at me with that look of amazement again. He could be trying to make up his mind as to whether I'm wearing a g-string or none at all. He didn't ask and I kept quiet. I don't mind his imagination running wild.
"Yeah, can you feel the pussy sliding down over your cock? And your hand is getting nearer..." I teased him.
I can tell that he is getting nearer to his third ejaculation now. The mind is a big source of arousal and I'm exploiting his now. Looking back, I regretted not having asked him about his fetishes and using them on him to make him cum faster. He closed his eyes and groaned, his muscles stiff with the effort to hold back. I started pumping his shaft again.
"Does this feel good, Greg? Are you going to cum soon? I want you to cum all over my hands again. Shoot onto my breasts if you want to. They are naked and waiting for your cum."
He opened his eyes and stared at my bare tits and erected nipples hanging over his cock, jiggling enticingly with my pumping action. He is once again slack-jawed, seemingly lost in a haze of lust and unable to speak. This gorgeous boy is more like an animal in heat now. He is now reacting to stimulation and no longer able to try and hold back.
With a groan, his body shuddered and he went into the throes of his third ejaculation. He grabbed a handful of my butt cheek and clenched hard as he cummed. I lost balance and let go of his spurting cock. But anyway he had only a few drops of semen by this third round. They landed on his thighs and the bed again. His eyes rolled back and he forgot to aim at my bare tits. The way he was shuddering, it seems as if his life is spurting out through his cock...
And when the spasms stopped, he curled up into a ball and moaned, as if to protect his cock from more stimulation. As if he can't bear to have another orgasm again. As if he had been forcefully stimulated and made to ejaculate against his will. As if I had raped him. I think 3 rounds in 2 hours is really his limit.
My arms ached a little at the end of the vigorous handjob session but it felt immensely satisfying to be able to make him cum and also stop him from cumming so many times that I have lost count. I think what I had done to him had been a little harsh, taking control of his cock like that. I felt a little sorry for him. Then I reminded myself that he is a willing participant and he had enjoyed the whole 2 hour session tremendously. I just hope he doesn't get any lasting psychological damage!
He lasted around 10 minutes in round 3 when I was stimulating him vigorously. That seems an improvement over cumming in 2 mins when he has sex. To be able to last so much longer, can he be considered to have graduated from the training? I hope this helps him last longer in round 1 next time, because with his good looks he will have no lack of girls and he will need to improve his holding power! I feel very privileged to have this encounter with him when he is still so inexperienced and vulnerable.
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