Part 4
So much soothing lotion - enough for any girl
A barbecue that evening at the back of Steve's parents' house with Steve, wisely, cooking dressed in jeans and polo shirt. There had decided there was no need to go back home that evening: their plan was to get up early and drive back ready for Monday morning. Penelope sat with just her wisp of silk across her shoulders. It was not cold and they did not need to go inside until after they had eaten. A little television then before bed.
It was altogether a lovely evening, as it had been a lovely day.
Penelope had hoped the feeling, the itch and then the burning would not come that evening but when she called 'goodnight' to Steve, still downstairs, she felt the beginning of the feeling. A quick shower did nothing to help and by the time she came out of the bathroom she needed to call for Steve and his marvellous lotion.
Marvellously efficacious as it was, there was not much lotion left in the bottle. Steve had squirted and spread so much the night before. What was in the bottle did not go very far particularly as Steve started the spreading on her back. There was none left for her breasts which felt on fire even if her back was somewhat soothed.
"Steve, Steve," her voice rising in panic, "what shall we do? Have you another bottle?"
He did not.
Penelope was so relieved she had not wanked Steve off by the pool. Yes, he could not doubt have come again by the late evening but the quantity would have been much reduced. As he had not ejaculated that afternoon there would be quite a lot of seminal fluid in his testes and ducts but, even so, she was not sure just one ejaculation would be enough. Why did men not produce more semen? What came out in total - a desert spoonful? Why couldn't it be half a wine glass or even to the brim, steadily pumping out to sooth a girl's skin? A large wine glass at that. Why couldn't it be?
Penelope was scrabbling at his fly, "Steve, Steve, what shall we do?"
Steve's penis was out and erect in her hand. She pulled at the foreskin, sharp urgent movements. "Please, Steve, please cum. Come quickly, oh, it won't be enough... I need more lotion, more semen, what are we to do, oh Steve..."
"Penny, err the team'll be around the pub I'm sure. It's just around the corner. I'm sure they'd help if I asked. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes, oh yes!" In her mind the thought of that wine glass brimful, surely fifteen, no sixteen penises with Steve would produce that much. Lovely soothing lotion, all over her burning body. The thought that she would be at the mercy of big men did not occur to her and, if it had, would probably still have wanted them, knowing the flowing semen from the multi fucking could be spread from her vagina all over her aching body.
"I'll be quick."
Penelope's hand held onto his penis, not wanting to lose the one source of relief she had. He tore himself from her and ran leaving her to writhe in pain upon her bed.
The reappearance of Steve with his rugger team was such a relief. The speed in which they appeared was a joy and it did not occur to her that Steve could not possibly in the time have gone down the road to the pub, explained her need to his friends, convinced the more reluctant ones and brought them back.
She heard their deep voices and wondered why they were pausing outside her room. It was to strip. The men then piled into the room.
Used as they, no doubt were, at being naked in the changing room, the bedroom must have, even so, been rather different. A rugby team is made up of big, beefy, strong men; quite a crowd for a double bedroom even if generously sized. They spread themselves around the bed. Sixteen big men including Steve, naked and hairy and with penises and balls. Penelope, in her so sensitive state with itching and burning skin, was so relieved to see them all and as they got into position those not yet erect pumped up at the, no doubt, erotic sight of a naked writhing girl on the bed.
That very afternoon she had been thinking how limited her experience was of penises, how comparison was a little different as she never saw two together. How different it now was. There were sixteen of the organs there in the bedroom with her! Every single one lifted up as if on display - or parade!
Some were really big, some curved upwards, a couple curved downwards, some knobs were exposed, some still partly foreskin covered, some knobs were bulbous and rounded, some remarkably pointy. A feast of penises, perhaps some girls' dreams, but to Penelope it was not so much the penises that really got to her, as the balls and the contained semen. The penises were merely the providers, the nozzles for the soothing male lotion. Thirty two hanging, swinging balls for her relief!
"Ready lads, go!" Steve gave the order and all the men began wanking. Big hands reaching and pulling at their organs.
A relief to Penelope. She only had two hands. The semen would come the faster if the men worked themselves. She could have done it. Eight pairs of penises, one for each hand, the men pairing off for Penelope to do the task. It would have had to have been in pairs, the penises were just too big for Penelope to have got two in a hand all at once!
Sixteen men all around her bed working for her. It was not that she had yet got the relief but it was now assured. It would come - they would come!
And they did. Not all at once but as soon as the first began to produce it seemed to encourage a flow from another and then another so that it turned into a torrent.
She had not, before recent events, really taken that much interest in an ejaculation. To her it had simply been what men did at the climax of sex, something which, yes, had sometimes happened on her body, more often hidden and, indeed, not a few times in her mouth. She did not mind that. Knew her boyfriends had liked her to swallow and done that. But she had not stared befpre in eager anticipation of the sudden spurt. It was now, perhaps, rather like the fascination a man or woman with a desperate thirst would have for the pouring of water, glug, glug, into a glass -- an absolute fascination with the moving, flowing, falling liquid. She was staring at each rounded knob, awaiting the rush or flow of the wonderful soothing balm, watching big manly hands stroking their penises. Different shaped hands: different shaped penises all being urged towards climax.
The cream, the lovely male cream, issuing from penis after penis onto her body and soothing her skin. A wonderfully warm, so natural lotion, falling like rain. The lights were on, necessarily on, to see where the ejaculations were going, so Penelope not only felt but saw penis after penis producing its semen. There was a great deal of it. There were, after all, many penises -- sixteen in fact.
The men came forward onto the bed to ensure their cum fell on her body, wonderfully warm, soothing splatterings. So lovely to see it spurting from little eye after little eye, all for her. And then she began to rub and perhaps it was that which set off the final penises, seeing her rubbing the slippery, translucent, gelatinous semen into her breasts.
"Thank you," she said, "thank you." Her delight was genuine.
