1. Sex Lessons in Chastity Hall


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Jason_NYC, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    with a mixture of awe and nervous expectation. "Stop me if I'm wrong," I begin, scanning their faces. “None of you have ever had a serious long-term relationship with a boy." I look from Wendy to Mary and Liz. No one contradicts me. “You’ve never seen or touched a real penis. Never watched one become erect or ejaculate.” They are a little shocked, but again, no one says I’m wrong. "So, tonight we’re opening a new playbook. Together we are about to change all of that," I announce, clapping my hands for emphasis. They glance shyly at each other, and from the unspoken looks they exchange, I again detect no disagreement. "All right, then, let's get started.” I stand up and pull my shirt over my head and toss it on the sofa. Their expressions are priceless. But I have the downfield momentum on my side and I’m not about to squander it. I take Wendy's wrist and place her hand on my chest, then guide her fingers down my stomach, across my abs, and let them graze my belt buckle and the front of my jeans. While I’m not exactly Rambo, I’ve been in a serious weight training program for five years and my musculature is way more developed than your average doughboy-college student. On a hunch, I put Wendy's hand back on my chest and let go. This time, she moves at her own speed, tracing my pecs, my stomach and even my abs with her fingertips. She hesitates a moment at the top of my jeans, but continues past the belt buckle, and down the zipper, brushing her fingers across my cock and ...
    then down my pant legs, squeezing my thigh before letting go. When I let out an involuntary sigh, she smiles triumphantly. I repeat the exercise with Mary, who not to be outdone, uses both hands, squeezing and exploring my chest and stomach. Upon reaching the front of my jeans, she spreads her hands across my abs and works her way down until her fingertips brush up against my stiffening cock. She grabs it firmly through the denim and squeezes rhythmically, studying my face with a wry smile. Not until I groan from excitement does she release me. Liz, the least inhibited, makes a perfunctory sweep down my chest, then reaches straight for my package. She fondles me with a firm, but not painful grip, and deliberately brushes her breasts against my chest. When she finally lets go, she makes a little fist pump before placing a wet kiss on my cheek. There’s no turning back now. I unbuckle my belt, release the snap of jeans and pull down the zipper. All three girls watch as if in a trance as the jeans ride down my legs to the floor. Underneath I’m wearing gray cotton briefs. I can feel my cock expanding under their gaze, fighting against the fabric until its size, shape and even the the little ridge around the head are plainly etched into the thin material. Before anyone can move, I whisk Wendy in my arms and carry her through the bedroom door. Her eyes are wide with surprise. In a hoarse whisper, I assure her, "If I do anything you don't want, just tell me to stop. I will. I promise." ...
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