My full prison term job is as a female checkup assistant to a leading urologist in a Major city. I sought out a vocation in this field mainly due to my fascination with penises. One of my patients recently hired me on the side to tutor his 16-year old son. The son, Jack-tar, was painfully shy, had never dated, and the father felt he was in need of some sex educational activity. Preferably hands-on sex education, which is why he hired me. The founding father, Robert, is extremely wealthy and paid me a nonsensical sum of money of money for two 2-hour classes a hebdomad at his home.

I was connecting with Robert's son Jack for our fifth confluence. I had a special subprogram that I wanted to render him. It was more of a training session actually. I planned on teaching him the finely art of edging. I would give him a training deterrent example in right edging and then in the futurity he could perform it himself. Jack was waiting for me in the interrogation way that his father had set up in their turgid home specifically as a situation where I could hold my twice-weekly two-hour Roger Huntington Sessions with Jack.

For those proofreader not familiar with edging it's the practice where the phallus is stimulated by onanism right to the full stop of orgasm, and then stopped before ejaculation. Tthe masturbation procedure is halted until the immediate urge to blurt out passes. Once that occurs, masturbation of the penis is resumed until the impulse return key and then it is stopped again. This subprogram can be repeated over and over as many fourth dimension as is potential without actually cumming.

The cognitive process has a two-fold purpose. One, the repeated lengthy masturbation of the phallus feels wonderful to the person being masturbated. Two, once orgasm is finally permitted, the volume of semen that is ejaculated is much greater than usual and the personnel with which it is spurted out can result in some very impressive cumshots. And best of all, the orgasm itself will be unbelievably pleasurable. It can be several order of magnitude of magnitude outstanding than an ordinary orgasm.

The challenge, of course of study, is to avoid actually achieving orgasm for as long as possible, which can be very difficult. Sometimes just one superfluous stroke on the study's penis can result in ejaculation.

As I walked into the test room, diddly-shit was sitting on the examination board completely nude sculpture. And as usual he already had a very telling hard-on. His large phallus jutted straight up from between his branch with his very prominent glans on display. I found shit's penis to be unusually appealing. I have seen a great many turncock in my line of study but I can honestly say that looking at vernal doodly-squat's penis really got my juice flowing.

"wellspring, Jack, it looks like you have started the party without me,"I said.

"I hope it's ok young lady Kelly. I know that our sessions always have me undressed so I thought I would relieve time and be gear up for when you arrived,"Jack replied.

He was right of course. But I have to take on that I was a bit discomfited that he was already hard. I was hoping that at one of these sessions he would be totally flabby and I could enjoy massaging his hammer in the soft state and bringing his magnificent penis to a fully erect condition. Having done that to hundreds of dick in my profession I got an spare flush with the mental process of taking a soft cock to broad hardness. Of course since jackstones was only 16 years old, just his anticipation of what was to get plaza in one of our sessions would give birth his young cock John Rock hard in indorsement all on its own. The probability of me ever even seeing it soft were lose weight. Even after jacking or sucking him to orgasm, his pecker never seemed to totally deflate.

"Don't worry about it Jack. I'm gladiolus you fully prepared yourself for our meeting,"I lied."Here's what we are going to do today. I want to commit the integral first hr of our session to this use. I will bear you lay back and I will originate masturbating your erect penis. However, when you feel like you are about to cum, I will stop and let you breathe. After a hour or so I will re-start masturbating you and again, once you are close, we will stop. Now it's very significant that you don't cum. We did something similar to this once before but not for as recollective as I want to do it this time."

"You mean you are going to drop a completely hour jerking me off without me cumming ?"

"That's sort out. I have a very honorable mother wit when a man is about to cum while I am masturbating him. But Danton True Young boys like yourself can be very fast on the trigger so I will involve your help in having me stop in fourth dimension. The result of this procedure is at the end of the hour when I bring you to full orgasm, it will be the most intense and pleasurable climax you have ever experienced. You will also have the most impressive cumshot ever, both in mass and distance. A Brobdingnagian amount of cum will spurt from your penis and it will likely take halfway across the room."

"Wow,"knave exclaimed."That sounds rattling. I love it when you jack my cock. You really have intercourse how to make it feel so commodity. I can't even envisage you doing me for a unscathed hour. I hope I can declare off for that long."

"Ok, please lay back and let's get started."

As the boy lay back, I grasped his penis with just the crest of my finger and gently massaged the huge knob end of his pecker. I was literally obsessed with this boy's hawkshaw. I stared at it, ineffective to take my middle off of it. As I continued to rub down the question, I was mesmerized by the denseness of the skin on the read/write head of his ingurgitate extremity. I have always been fascinated by how cockheads had an almost silky consistency to the pelt on the glans and also how it had a deep purple color making the mind of diddly-squat's prick stand out even Sir Thomas More than it did due its sheer size. I leaned over and placed my poke directly above the head of his putz. I inhaled deeply and took in the slightly pissy smell that emanated from his penis. I loved that feel. As I rolled his foreskin back and forth his penis continued to give off that sexy fragrance that made my pussy tingle.

I was very influence to take his cockhead in my sassing and see if it tasted as terrific as it smelled. I remember the first time I took a freshly washed phallus in my mouth and was both storm and disappointed that it had no taste whatsoever. I have since learned that an unwashed cock has a slightly lemonlike penchant to it that I have learned to love. I am surely Jack's would consume had had a great sapidity but I was committed that this school term be devoted to manual input only. We would have got a arcsecond hr where I could suck his cock to another orgasm or two. In fact I would make it a stop after he reached orgasm as a termination of the edging session to make trusted that plenty of come coated his cock so I could suck it clean.

In the meantime I had a full sixty minutes to dedicate to stroking and massaging his penis. I always looked forward to manipulating Jack's cock. One reasonableness was its hardness. I had handled a great many erect cocks in my day but I am sure that Jack achieved a layer of callousness that no former prick I had ever stroked came even close to. It was so pixilated that if I pulled down on it, it barely moved. It was my job to provide a level of stimulation over the next hour that would keep it in that State Department 100 % of the time.

As I manipulated old salt's foreskin back and forth along the distance of his cock I marveled at how the thickening oral sex literally popped into scene each clip I pulled the foreskin back and exposed the head. It took every bit of will big businessman I had to hold on from planting a big wet kiss on his glans each time it popped into persuasion.

I swirled my fingertips around under the coronal ridge, which was very big on Jack's member. I knew that was the expanse of keen sensitivity. I could separate it felt grand to him as his body squirmed and bucked beneath me. As I massaged that special sphere with one hand, my former hand gently jacked the shaft.

"Are you getting close to cumming ?"I asked.

"Oh Miss Kelly, it feels so wonderful I don't want you to stop, but if you don't, I'm chime to cum,"he groaned.

I stopped all apparent movement but continued to tightly hold onto the shaft of his rooster. With my mitt wrapped around the shaft that huge cockhead protruded out of my fist. It had even deepened in coloring material from when we started. By the time we finished it would be vivid red. I leaned over and inhaled the odor of his cock again.

"What are you doing, Miss Kelly ?"he choked out."Are you smelling my dick ?"

"Yes, and it smells wonderful,"I replied as I pulled his foreskin fully back and got another whiff of his stopcock's pissy scent."Smells and tastes are an important part of sex as you will learn."

"I think I already learned a bit. That prison term in our first meeting when you let me fuck you, I got a faint flavour of your pussy and it really turned me on. I can't postponement to smack it again."

"You will get your chance. Don't worry. And what's more, you will get to savour it as well and I am for sure you will love it."

By now I had drizzled some lubricant all over the head and shaft of his electric organ. Once it was fully lubricated, I proceeded to masturbate his peter using both hands. With one deal I wrapped my fingers around that huge node caput and massaged it while my early deal jacked the slippery shaft. I twisted and turned my bridge player wrapped around the nous. I knew Jack wouldn't be able to defy my ministrations for long and within a few minutes he was bucking and squirming and crying out that he was about to cum. Again I stopped and just held his dick motionless.

Next I let his peter floating-point operation back on his tum and focused my attention on the frenulum, that country on the undersurface of the penis just below the head. There was a raised seam of soma there that was about ¾-inch foresighted. I knew this picayune ridgeline of skin was a super spiritualist area. I kneaded and fondled his nutsack with one hand while I ran the summit of two fingers up and down that ridge of skin. I only did this for a second or two and then stopped to cave in him clip to becalm down. Then I resumed rubbing that area. His inadequate putz was throbbing and pulsating with pleasance. I knew I couldn't celebrate this up too long or the semen would be spurting forth.

I had a dish of strong water next to the test table and if the lube on his putz and my hands started to dry out I just dipped my fingerbreadth in the water and the pilot super slippery consideration returned. Eventually I would force out a bit more lubricant on his putz.

Next, I decided to slip a finger up his anus and fingerfuck his butthole. I had to be very careful with this maneuver because it could easily cause him to blunder all over the place. When he felt my greased fingerbreadth searching for his entree he spread his legs and raised his tush off the board to give me the topper access possible. He loved having my fingerbreadth up his ass.

The elbow room had one of those big commercial-grade wall pin grass and I was keeping an eye on the fourth dimension. By now 55 minutes had gone by since I had started masturbating and edging him. He kept crying out for a tone ending. I was very strike that we had managed to go this long without him spewing semen all over himself as well as me. I didn't really care at that point. I just wanted to see him cum. I was really looking forward to seeing just how knock-down and voluminous his interjection turned out to be. I knew it would be big.

"Are you ready to cum, laborer,"I asked, knowing what the answer would be. He had been ready to cum for the past 50 min.

"Omigod, Miss Kelly, please make me cum. I can't time lag to sprout this big shipment. I know it will be huge. Make me cum !"

With that I began pumping my fingerbreadth in and out of his ass and jacking the shaft of his putz as hard and as fast as possible. My little bridge player was a blur flying up and down his pricking. I also was gripping it about as soaked as I could. As suspected, it didn't take long before a fountain of jism erupted from his magnificent turncock. It shot straight up in the air and splattered back all over his chest, abdomen and cock…even on his thigh. And it liberally coated my hands and coat of arms. Honestly I had never seen one cock spew out that much boy goo. The semen smell was overwhelming but I loved it. And the more I jacked and pumped his shaft, the to a greater extent semen that kept spurting out. It just kept cumming and cumming just like in those dissembler cumblast videos. But this was tangible cum, not the fake stuff used in the video recording.

I knew Jack was experiencing the best orgasm of his life story. His coxa bounced up and down off of the tabular array as he fucked my fist. He was actually screaming out to me telling me to make him cum and yelling the word"fuck"over and over. He must cause cried out"I'm cumming"about ten times while the semen spurted from his cock.

As long as the semen kept squirting out I continued to furiously jack his erect prick. Finally it had dwindled down to just a few stray drops that I was able-bodied to milk out.

Jack was so out of breather he could barely talk."Oh Miss Kelly, that was definitely Charles Frederick Worth an hour of torturing. You have given me many corking climax but that was unbelievable. The orgasm intuitive feeling just lasted forever like it was never going to arrest. But sadly it did."

"All good thing must come to an end,"I replied."Here, let me clean you up."I leaned over and took his still rockhard penis in my mouth and sucked that huge cum covered knob end. After sucking the head clean I got as much of his stopcock down my pharynx as possible but then had to fetch up cleaning off the part I couldn't get in my mouth by licking the cum off. There was so much cum on him as well as me that I had to get some towels I kept ready to hand just for this aim and wiped as often off as I could. Finally I gave up and told him to step into the shower that was adjacent to the examination room. I was able to wash off my work force and arms.

After he finished showering and toweling off I noticed that amazingly his dick was still about half hard. Oh, the joyfulness of being a teenager aged boy. I had him lay back down on the test table and I proceeded to suck his cock. Despite the huge cumshot he just experienced I knew I could bring him off again. It only took about 15 minutes and another load of cum erupted, this fourth dimension down my pharynx. I finished off the sec hour by stripping my clothes off and climbing up on the table with him. I straddled him and positioned my dripping wet kitty directly over his massive piece of music of sway hard meat. I grabbed his prick and directed it right into my pussy. I spent the next 30 minute very slowly and gently pumping my soundbox up and down on his cock. My wet slippery puss was juiced to the max. I probably orgasmed at least six or seven times and finally he also came and unloaded another load of boy succus into my aegir pussy.

Jack didn't see him, but I noticed his dad Robert standing in the threshold watching us as knave's big cock flopped out of my pussy, completely covered in my pussy juice with come drooling out of that huge cockhead and running down my leg. Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his pant and pulled out his hard phallus and started jacking off. Amazingly it didn't take long before he reached an orgasm and spurted his cum all over the floor. He didn't make any attempt to clean up his cock, just stuffed it back in his pants, zipped up and slipped out the door. I wondered how I was going to get Jack out the door without him seeing his dad's cum all over the story. By now shit was about half out of it from so many cum clap that I figured I could channelise him around the puddle of cum and out the door. Which I was able to do.

The good thing about Henry M. Robert seeing us and jacking off is I could probably skip over giving him the blowjob that he liked to ingest after I finished my session with his boy. I really didn't psyche sucking him off. He had a cock almost as nice as Jack's and I loved sucking it.

Henry M. Robert told me later that shit was so aloud when he came that he heard everything Jack said and knew he was having the coming of his life. Robert said that listening to Jack's cry gave him a hard on and he had to come in and see what we were doing. I had locked the door but Robert had a key. And once he saw what we were doing and saw Jack's big wet cock slip out of my puss, he couldn't control himself and had to jack off. He apologized for leaving a big puddle of cum on the trading floor but I told him not to vex about it. By now all the household stave knew what was going on and I would have the housekeeper clean it up. I had cleaned up enough jism for one day.

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