CHAPTER TWELVE
CLOSE OBSERVATIONS
"Just put your hands on my shoulders and let me do the rest," Stella said just before she put Winston's big cock into her delicate, little mouth.
She cupped his balls in both hands and sucked in the head with great force, or so it seemed given how deeply her cheeks hollowed out. At her suggestion I had let the boy sit in the armchair, close to the edge. Stella knelt between his spread thighs and I knelt to one side observing closely. Winston meekly let go of his cock and let her take control of it. Once she had command of his manhood she kept it still while she slowly sucked in more of it, bit by bit, lowering her head as she did so. She would advance and retreat, back and forth, withdrawing her mouth just past the flange of the head, and then go back down the shaft taking just a bit more each time. This continued for a while, and I confess that I had forgotten to time it. There were things to be learned here, and I was eager to learn them.
I would estimate that she managed to get about six of his nine inches (I had measured him) into her mouth, and I suppose partly down her throat, before her blue eyes began to water and she gave up that part of the exercise. By that time the shaft was fully lubricated from her saliva and his pre-ejaculation secretions, and she took one hand off of his balls and started stroking up and down his long, thick staff. She did this with a bit of a twisting motion, squeezing it very hard, while she mostly kept the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking, still sucking at it.
It was readily apparent to me now why they called it "sucking cock", but I still had no idea what a "blowjob" was, perhaps we would be getting to that later. It was also obvious that there was more to cock sucking than I had imagined. I felt oddly embarrassed now by my earlier, amateurish attempt, and that made me a little miffed. I had never sucked a cock before, so why should I know how to do it? Why should I feel inadequate because I wasn't a good cocksucker, for heaven's sake?
When Winston had returned from his house after lunch he had been gone for two hours. Stella and I had lunched with short kimonos on over our remaining under clothes. I wanted there to be a steadily increasing degree of visual stimulation so that I could study the effect of newness as it related to titillation of the male. All valuable information for the future of my program.
I ordered him to strip at once, and saw that his cock was semi-hard, a quite fascinating look as it hung heavily between his legs. We discarded our kimonos and remained dressed only in our brassieres, suspenders, stockings and heels. Immediately upon seeing this his manhood sprang back to full vitality. It was truly amazing to watch. It was hardly surprising at all that he would have trouble concentrating on his lessons while lugging that big thing around.
A pattern was starting to emerge; quick to stimulate up to full engorgement, but increasing effort required to achieve orgasm. He had stroked and stroked, diligently, faithfully, but he couldn't seem to get past his current state, even with Stella's constant, dirty-mouthed encouragement, and even after I had instructed her to remove her brassiere and reveal her excellently formed breasts. After fifteen minutes I became alarmed. If ejaculation could not be achieved promptly then my entire concept would be called into question. At this point I had suggested more oral stimulation as it had seemed to work so well the last time. Stella had readily agreed, and suggested that we let him be more comfortable.
Now, I tore my eyes away from her mouth, and his cock, and looked up at him. He was sitting straight in the chair, legs straining a bit, firmly planted, and looking down at Stella with heavy lidded satisfaction. I was about to question the utility of the process when she sat back on her heels and placed her hands on his knees.
For a moment I thought she was going to ask me to takeover for a spell, and I was more than a little disappointed when she didn't. Indignant even, yes, my first unlettered attempt had been shabby, but I was very capable of leaning, to be a... cocksucker..., thank you very much, and I... had ...been watching closely.
Then I realized that she had changed tactics, or perhaps entered a new phase.
"Go ahead, Winston, beat your meat for me, show me what you've got, baby," she growled. His eyes locked on hers, he took over his cock and pounded it quite madly, his tight little bum raising off of the cushion. "That's it baby, that's it, come for me, big boy," she encouraged him, and I found that I had to sneak a hand down between my legs to deal with the violent urges rising up from there.
She licked her lips and leaned forward so that her breasts brushed his thighs. "Did you like it when I sucked your cock, Winston? You liked that, didn't you, didn't you?" It seemed a pointless question, it was obvious that he had been enjoying it.
"Ahhhhhh, yes, yes," he moaned in reply, and I felt close to orgasm myself.
"Then give me your load, baby, right in my face. You gotta come fast if you ever want me to suck your, big, fat dick again."
I hadn't authorized her to make such and ultimatum, but it did have a profound effect on the boy. He started going like mad, frantic, but still not ejaculating.
"The balls, the balls, lick his balls," I said, remembering how well that had worked. "Go for his balls!"
I'm sure it was a very good suggestion because just the mention of it seemed to send him over the edge, and he shot his semen into the air. It was thin, but there was still a surprising volume considering that this was his third time today. Some of it got on Stella's face which she carelessly scooped up with her fingers and licked it into her wanton mouth. I gasped and gritted my teeth as another orgasm rocked my body. Fortunately the other two seemed preoccupied enough that they didn't notice.
I estimated that the whole thing had taken thirty minutes, far too long, far too long, and in my log I made the notation. Third ejaculation: at this stage, manual manipulation seems a total waste of time, must go immediately to the mouth."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EJACULATE ON ME BOY!
"How long does it take you to get home if you don't dally?" Principal Harden asked me after she had laid fifteen more slaps to my ass for my latest mistakes.
"Ten minutes, ma'am," I replied as I straightened up, "and that's peddling my ass off," I thought, but I didn't say it.
She picked up a long wooden ruler from her desk and tapped it against her leg while looking me up and down. Miss Daley was down to just her suspenders and stockings now, and man, her tits hardly missed the bra at all. It was amazing how such big knockers could be so firm and perky. Principal Harden, who was bigger even that Miss Daley, still had her heavy-duty bra on, and I was eagerly waiting for those big girls to be released.
"That only gives us two hours. It's quite annoying; to do this properly I really should have you twenty-four hours a day for at least a week."
What a thought that was. "I could go for that, ya I could really go for that," I thought. I realized that I'd rather spend my time with Principal Harden than with Gloria, I mean things were getting interesting at home too, but I had a feeling that this was gonna be better. Principal Harden was nuts enough that this could go anywhere, and Miss Daily seemed to be right in there with her. Did that mean that I found Principal Harden and Miss Daily sexier than Gloria and Miss Kelly? I hadn't even thought of it that way before.
"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry about that, if it was up to me I'd stay. I'm eager to help," I said.
"Ummmm, well your enthusiasm is noted and........appreciated. It would be beneficial to the experiment, however, if I could observe one more ejaculation today, since I will not be able to observe you tonight," She said. "Do you think you could manage it?"
