This is a continuation of this series, if you don't read part one, you probably want understand the setting very well. Also, I always read through these before I post them, but I still miss things. I appreciate constructive criticism about my stories, but grammatical critiques are pointless once this story is posted. I can't change anything. I hope you, like me, can deal with some grammatical errors for the enjoyment of the greater story.
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Aahna quickly dressed, grabbed her backpack and stepped out of her room. She noticed Mike bench pressing in his home gym. She couldn't help but notice his sizable erection stabbing up into the air. It took so much of her willpower not to strip down and straddle him, that she couldn't help but stare at it.
Mike finished his last rep and sat up. "Good morning." Then he caught her gaze. "Yea, sorry, when I exercise and get my blood pumping, that gets a pump as well."
Aahna subtly shook her head and smiled. "It's OK. I know your condition."
"Off to school?"
"Yes, I have a full schedule today. Three classes, and then work till late."
"What's your major?"
Aahna was still trying to pry her gaze from his steel rod. "Film and photography."
"I'm sorry, I'm distracting you with this. Let me go and take care of it real quick."
"No, I'm sorry, I just don't typically see one that big outside of porn."
Mike laughed. "Thanks. It's good to know that someone finds it appealing aside from my researcher's intellectual curiosities."
That shook Aahna from her admiration. "I'm sorry, what? You're past girlfriends didn't like it?"
"They might of, if I'd had past girlfriends. Remember, I've rarely been able to leave the house since I hit puberty."
Aahna's arousal suddenly turned to pity. "You mean, you're still a virgin?"
"Sadly, yes."
"What about online dating?"
"Would you trust a guy you met online that told you he's a nudist who has to cum every couple of hours? I sound like a creeper, and that's if the dating websites don't ban me as a sexual predator."
"Oh no, I'm so sorry."
Mike smiled but his eyes were still tinged with sadness when he joked, "Not as sorry as you'll be if I don't get to the bathroom and take care of this soon." Mike stood and squeezed passed her.
Aahna could have moved so that he could get by easier, but something in her subconscious kept her planted where she was. Then she understood why. The warm flesh of Mike's rod slid across her leg. The feeling sent electricity through her body and warmed her loins. Aahna wasn't a virgin, but she also hadn't had sex in a long time.
She so badly wanted to stop Mike and have her way with him right there. But she was terrified that would compromise their living arrangement. So, she let him pass.
Mike stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. If Aahna knew what he was imagining with her, she would probably freak out and leave. He thought. Despite this, it was images of her that was flying through his head as he shot a gargantuan load into the toilet. If he hadn't been sitting down, his legs would have given out on him and he might of hurt himself.
Aahna's voice rang through the door. "I won't be back until late tonight, so don't wait up for me."
Now was not the time that Mike needed her talking to him. His orgasm was still sending loads into the toilet. He gasped to get his words out. "O...OK. S... s... see you tomorraaaaaaahhhhhh" The last blast caught him by surprise, it was more intense than he had ever experienced before. The mess he left was about three times bigger than normal.
Aahna didn't see me the next day though. She had an early class, so she was out before he was up. And she had to work late, so she got in well after he was in bed. She actually didn't get to see him again until Friday night. She walked in the door and he was cooking dinner.
Mike was finishing up his cooking when Aahna walked in. He actually really needed to relieve his full balls as it had been nearly two hours since his last milking. But he was at a pivotal point in his meal prep. If he left it now, it might very likely burn. Thankfully, the counter top he was standing behind was tall enough to hide his erection from Aahna. He felt guilty about their weight room conversation Monday. He felt like he was teasing her and getting her all riled up without a payoff.
Mike asked about her day, and she started telling him that they were practicing nude photography at the moment. That made Mikes balls start to contract a little more. She went on to describe the two beautiful voluptuous female models they had posing together. Mike started to realize he was in trouble. He knew his body well enough to know that if he took a single step at this point, he would start shooting his load.
"And it actually got really erotic at one point."
"I'm sorry, what?" Mike asked.
"Yea, so the professor was talking about how it won't be uncommon for some of us to end up filming porn. And so we need to get used to photographing and filming erotic scenes, so that we can know how to stay professional."
Mike was desperately trying to find a safe discrete place to cum. He didn't have really any good containable options. He just didn't want to scare Aahna with how much sperm he produced. The only idea he had was to lean to his right a little. The sink built into his counter top had no cabinet drawers. If he could move slowly enough to not jostle himself into cumming too early, he could shoot his load under their and she would never see it.
He started to move as Aahna continued her story. "The models started making out, and I'm not into girls, but I was even getting a little wet watching them. They started fondling each other and pinching their nipples. It makes me want to masturbate just thinking about it. Then they took turns sucking on each others nipples. When they started 69ing each other, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat my camera down, stripped off my shorts and panties and began fingering myself. I came at nearly the same time as the models. I felt really embarrassed, but the professor just laughed it off. Apparently, I wasn't the only one that lost control. One poor guy actually came all over the models."
At that image, Mike couldn't hold it any more. He came underneath the sink. His legs went extremely weak, he was gripping the sink edge with white knuckles and was trying so hard to not make his o-face.
He must have not been doing a great job at it though, because Aahna asked if he was OK. "Yea, just stretching out a cramp in my leg." Mike was a horrible liar, especially in the midst of cumming, but Aahna seemed to buy it.
"OH, do you want some help? I love stretching and doing yoga. I'm actually super flexible."
Aahna started to walk around the counter, but Mike held up and hand and spoke more forcefully than he meant too. "NO! I mean, thanks, but I've got it worked out now."
"OK. But anyways, apparently that O-Fest in class happens every year. The professor said that she even joins in sometimes. So, what are you cooking? It smells great."
"It's a family vegetable soup recipe. Do you want some? I made more than enough."
"I would love too, but I'm afraid I'm vegetarian. My whole family is going back as far as we can track."
"I had a feeling with your Indian heritage. But don't worry, this is vegetarian."
"Great, let me get a little homework done, and then we can make it a movie night."
"Sounds like a plan." Mike said.
As soon as Aahna left, Mike scrambled to grab paper towels to clean up his mess under the sink. That was too close, he couldn't believe she believed him.
As soon as Aahna closed the door to her room, she stripped down, laid on her bed and started fingering herself. She couldn't believe that Mike actually thought she was that gullible. Maybe she was just that great of an actress.
Either way, she was disappointed that she didn't get to see him cum. Ever since her first night here, she had wanted to see how massive his cumshot really was. She had never really been into that kind of thing before, but it was all she could think about now. She masturbated to his image every night, picturing him covering her in ridiculous amounts of his load.
She purposefully told him that story in the hopes of seeing him cum. Everything in the story was absolutely true, but she only told him in the hopes of seeing him in action. Aahna came quickly with Mike's orgasmic expression in her mind.
Thirty minutes later as Aahna was finishing up with her homework, she started to hear piano music from the other room. Then she heard Mike start singing, and she wasn't sure if she had ever heard something so beautiful. Mike had told her that one of his jobs was a musician, but she never dreamed he would be this good.
When Mike finally got his mess cleaned up, he decided to play some music to get his mind off his embarrassing accident. Shortly after he started, he was startled by a gentle hand on his back. He turned and saw Aahna in a small tight grey midriff t-shirt, that accentuated her breasts well. It also accentuated the fact that she was not wearing a bra underneath. For her bottoms, she was wearing really short black workout shorts that had a white strip down either side. From there, is was nothing but long smooth brown legs all the way down.
