Butterfly Ch. 06
Keywords: Butterfly, Ch., 06,
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"I'm so horny," he said to me.
"I can see that!" I said, as I leaned in next to him. "Would you like me to take care of it for you?"
"Oh, God, yes!" he said, trying to contain himself. "I want your beautiful hands all over me."
"Just tell the women to get out of the line of fire."
Craig told everyone to avoid sitting or standing directly in front of him, otherwise they might get hit with his ejaculation.
"Oh, come on!" Chantal said. "I'm perfectly safe here. Don't worry about me."
I calculated she was probably about twenty or so feet away from where Craig was sitting—a relatively safe distance, but then again, nothing could be taken for granted. She stubbornly chose to remain where she was, at the end of the table and directly opposite Craig. Everyone else, however, had heeded his advice and wisely moved their chairs towards him but to the side, thus avoiding any possible accidents.
As I took Craig's cock in my hands, he immediately let out a soft moan and closed his eyes. The women hadn't expected me to do this, and they reacted with a mixture of delight and surprise.
"You've been dying to get your hands on his big tool for days," my aunt said to me. "How does it feel?"
"Hard as a rock and very hot!" I noted with pleasure.
"I love the way his balls bounce up and down," Julie remarked with a giggle. "They're so big too!"
"Big penis, big balls," Sylvie said dryly. "They go hand in hand."
Craig opened his eyes to see my right hand casually skim up and down his shaft, enjoying the feel of my loose grip upon his cum-swollen organ.
"How would you like me to do you?" I asked him, wanting to make it as enjoyable for him as possible.
"Fast and hard, please. And if you could play with my balls…"
"It's a little awkward for me, Craig," I said, finding it difficult to make the adjustment.
"I'll do it!" Juliette offered.
Without another word she brought her chair around to Craig's right and sat down beside him. She looked at me and smiled, but there was no indication that she was trying to compete with me. Craig was too preoccupied with his handjob to raise any objections, and even if he had considered doing so, I doubt he would have refused the offer from such a pretty and willing girl. She quickly went to work on his sac, playfully pinching the taut skin and then gently lifting the sperm-laden balls in her palm as if she were trying to calculate its weight.
"It feels like there's a lot of semen in these things," she laughed.
"I want to feel them too!" Julie suddenly declared.
"Later," Sylvie said. "Watch for now."
I attempted to fulfill Craig's request as best I could, maintaining a firm grip on his penis while stroking him up and down very quickly. Juliette tried valiantly to keep pace with me, increasing the speed at which she rubbed his massive testicles until his entire lower body was rocking back and forth in unison with our combined efforts.
"Juliette," Justine said. "Hold the base of his cock steady with your left hand, that way Holly will have an easier time of it."
The girl did as she was told, grasping Craig's penis with one hand while continuing to rub his balls with the other.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Perfect." Justine replied. "Better for you, Holly?"
"Much better," I said, as my hand seemed to suddenly glide effortlessly over the huge prick.
Juliette's hand, now securely planted at the base of Craig's cock, prevented it from shifting back and forth so much, stabilizing it so that I didn't have to work as hard to masturbate him. I was grateful for this because my hand was beginning to tire quickly as I fought to maintain my grip on his oversized penis, and I didn't want to disappoint my handsome friend by quitting before the job was done.
"How are you doing, Craig?" I asked, as he kept his eyes focused on my ever-moving hand.
"I'm getting close," he said hoarsely.
"I can tell that from here," Astrid observed. "You know, that thing seems alive!"
My aunt was tickled by her remark. "You're in for a treat," she said. "I've seen this boy cum several times before and he produces a prodigious amount of sperm. It's really incredible."
"You should know, Holly," Lenore added. "He christened you quite well at the tryouts."
"Oh, she got it good!" Estelle affirmed. "She was soaked."
"Better be careful, Estelle," I said, momentarily pointing the massive cock in her direction. "It could happen to you!"
She reacted by letting out a big laugh and then crouched down in her chair.
"No! Not on my new suit!" she said, jokingly.
All during the time we spent conversing, Craig's focus never seemed to deviate from his cock and balls, and the insistent hands that were working him over so assiduously. The women kept making remarks about one thing sexual or another, sometimes directing their questions right at him, knowing that he was too far absorbed in his masturbation to pay any heed to what they were saying, let alone expecting a response. It finally became apparent to all of us that he simply could not respond to any questions, so the banter continued between the women as Juliette and I relentlessly manipulated him toward orgasm.
"Do I see something happening there?" Sylvie said, indicating with her forefinger the tiny slip atop Craig's penis.
"Oh!" I replied, suddenly noticing the small, clear drop of pre-cum. "Somebody's getting really excited!"
To emphasize my point, I jerked his penis very fast and concentrated my efforts at the very tip just underneath the corona.
"Oh, God!" Craig cried out.
This made Juliette squeeze and pull on his sack even harder.
"I want to watch it spurt out of you!" she exclaimed, as she violently tugged at his shaft with her left hand.
Sylvie laughed and turned to Lenore. "She's like me isn't she?"
"You always did enjoy a good cum shot," Lenore replied, whimsically.
"I think that's one thing we all share in common," I said, feeling Craig's body stiffen under my increased assault.
The exhilaration I derived from giving him pleasure was only surmounted by the look of sublime bliss that came over his face as he neared orgasm. He was breathing very heavily now and his entire body was hot and flushed. I was so turned on from jerking him off that I found myself sticking my hot tongue in his ear. Juliette, as involved as I was in his masturbation, paid no further attention to his balls and instead grabbed the bottom half of his shaft with both hands and pulled on him for all she was worth. Her face was no less flushed than Craig's, and I could have sworn that she was close to coming herself, but trying to time her orgasm to coincide with his own eruption, which wouldn't be long judging by the enormous amounts of pre-cum that were now flooding our hands.
"I'm almost there!" he said, spitting out the words as though in pain.
Sensing that he was about to cum, the women suddenly grew quiet. The only sound that could be heard was Craig's belabored breathing and the creaking of the chair he was sitting on as our two pairs of hands flew up and down over the silky terrain of his engorged cock. I could feel my fingers beginning to cramp up, but I pulled on him savagely, determined to drain him of every drop of his hot sperm.
"Look at his balls!" Julie exclaimed, as the huge, twin spheres suddenly retracted up toward the base of his shaft. "They look so funny!"
No one else seemed to think it was funny, certainly not Craig, who now lifted his lower torso to drive his cock in and out of our hands.
"Oh, shit!" he cried, as I felt the sperm rise up into his shaft.
Within seconds, a thick rope of pearly semen shot out of his cock and rose upward in a straight trajectory, impacting with the lighting fixture directly above his head. It happened so fast that all I saw was a whitish blur. The women laughed at the sight of his cum hanging from the florescent light above, but their eyes immediately returned to his penis, which was now ready to discharge more of the creamy fluid.
It was the second volley of sperm that made all of us gasp.
Juliette, who was now climaxing herself, forced his cock downwards so that its tip was pointing out toward the table. As I pulled up, a long, creamy jet of goo sailed upwards and toward the ceiling, but failed to make contact with it and flew completely over the table, hitting the unsuspecting Chantal right in her hair. The distance his cum had traveled, startling as it was to all of us, did not amuse the soiled woman.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" she screeched as she ran from her chair to the back of the room, grabbing a stray piece of cloth to help her clean the sperm from her hair.
All of us screamed with laughter.
"Nice shot, Craig!" my aunt hollered, nearly falling out of her seat because she was laughing so hard.
Even through our laughter, both Juliette and I never stopped stroking him. As such, his orgasm was very powerful, sending load after load of cum flying into the air or careening with anything in its immediate path, including Julie and Sylvie.
Julie shrieked when she saw the sticky jet of white paste make contact with her blouse. But, to her credit, she did not get upset. Sylvie remained calm too, even when multiple shots of sperm found their way onto her dress and legs. My own hands were completely bathed in semen, as were Juliette's, and the slick cum acted almost like a lotion that helped us to coax even more sperm out of him.
I felt so sexy and powerful controlling that giant cock that I kept hoping his orgasm would last for a while more. I got my wish when, just at the moment his ejaculations seemed to be over, a series of violent penile contractions sent several white wads shooting out—Pop! Pop! Pop!—right over our heads. The first jet hit Juliette's bangs and then flew out of sight behind her. The second jet struck Craig right under his chin, which made everyone laugh. The final sticky offering found its way across my right cheek, where I felt it splash into my earrings and continue onward toward the nearby wall.
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