Ross was feeling unbelievably relaxed, his cock still twitching slightly from Jennifer's handwork. It had been the most gentle, but intense orgasms that he had ever experienced. He wasn't use to an orgasm by being coaxed; he was use to orgasms being drug out of him. Lorin was feeling totally spent, laying down on a nearby couch, her legs still shaking from the powerful orgasm. Her clit was still twitching from the intensity. Jennifer was just getting warmed up. Her vaginal muscles were gently clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, just waiting for an excuse to cum. Since she had turned the intensity down on the small vibrator, she was literally humming along, just waiting for that extra little touch that would send her over the edge. The edge was very very close for her. She couldn't wait. But she would take a small rest and enjoy her cola, letting Ross and Lorin come back around.
Lorin was almost sleepy eyed, lounging back on a couch. Ross was resting, his eyes closed, his thickened cock laying flat on his stomach. His balls had gone from the drawn up tightness to loose and floppy, lying between his outstretched thighs. They were still massive, no sign of being reduced in their volume by Jennifer's skillful unloading. Any of the women working at the facility knew that ball size had nothing to do with amount. He looked very relaxed, even with the restrained stretched out appearance.
After resting for a short while, Jennifer looked over at Lorin, seeing that she was awake but dreamy looking. She was just lying back, watching Ross. It was very restful in Jennifer's training room with the lights dimmed down low. The majority of light in the room was focused on the exam tables.
As soon as she had finished Ross' second orgasm, Jennifer immediately turned her vibrator to off. She would soon turn it back on when the time was right. Timing was important to her. The oozing from her tender pussy had stopped, her thong almost dry. The small vibrator was still tucked deeply up inside of her, the small wires hanging down from below her thong. She turned the power back on, setting it to a low speed. Immediately her pussy woke up, hungry for attention.
Getting up from her relaxed state, she went over to the sink and began to soak another clean washcloth in hot water. Getting it hot, she made her way over to Ross and began to clean up the still gooey cock. He immediately stirred when she applied the hot cloth to his meaty cock and balls. He opened his eyes, smiling at her.
"Hi baby. Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked him, smiling him.
"Umm, yes. Unbelievably!" he told her. He looked relaxed, almost peaceful.
"We're going to start again in a few minutes. You're doing so well. I've never seen a man cum like you do. Keep that up and you're going to be my favorite," she said grinning at him. Her hands were gently washing away the residue of the sticky mess on his cock. The rubber had kept it contained, collecting a huge amount.
"With you, I think I could do a lot more," he said watching her as her hands gently cleaned him. He could feel a slight swell starting deep down in his genitals. She too could feel the swelling start. It was easy for her, feeling him as he began to thicken. She paid special attention to the cock head, making sure that the hot water soaked into his tender skin.
"You've been having a lot of fun. Enjoying yourself?" she asked him, almost in a whisper.
"Umm, yes. You are fabulous, and all of that with just your hands," he said softly back to her.
"You're going to have to help me out, at least two more times. Do you think you can do that?" she asked looking into his eyes. She had finished cleaning him, the warm washcloth resting on top of his covered genitals to keep them warm. She had been touching him enough. She now stopped.
"I'm more than willing. At the very least I'll try," he said, laughing softly.
"Well, at the very least, two more times. I've got plenty of you stored in the refrigerator but I need more," she said as her fingers snaked down his stomach. Her fingers lightly brushed the top of his pubic hair, playing with the short trimmed hair. Glancing down she could see that her fingers had an affect on him. He was thickening quickly.
"I'll give it my best," he laughed.
"I have no doubt that you will. But since you've been having so much fun, I need your help. I would really like to have some fun of my own. Think you can help me out," she asked, her fingertips now touching the soft thick base of his cock. Only her fingertips were touching him. Even her fingertips could tell he was swelling quickly.
"Just tell me what you'd like," he responded huskily. Her face was only inches from his face; he could feel her breath on his cheek.