My Last Summer at Home - Sex Stories

My Last Summer at Home

... red cock twitched as she firmly squeezed the base. "Poor boy," laughed Jill. "Were you close?" We ignored him for a moment while we commented on the movie. By then I had the urge to join the fun and I turned, so my left hand could also encircle his cock. "Now" I said, "You'll have to tell us who's the best at this" and I lightly blew in his ear as my hand started to move up and down. He was gasping on the edge, and his hips started to rise after just a few strokes. I stopped and squeezed the base firmly like Jill did, to keep that little guy under control. "Please don't" he whimpered. "Don't what?" Jill asked innocently as she pushed her lower lip out, mocking his whimpering plea. "Don't stop" he begged, his arms were still pinned behind him as his entire body trembled. This was really getting fun now, making this poor boy tremble and beg for relief. "I guess when you jerk off, you do it really fast, huh?" Jill smiled. "Do you?" she pressed when he didn't answer. "Yes" he said, his face burning in shame. "What do you think about when you jerk off?" I asked. "Or do you look at nasty pictures and movies on the internet?" "Do you think about us when you jerk off?" Jill asked slyly. "Yes" he said, almost crying and breathing heavily. His cock was super hard now, the head engorged and leaking. We both laughed at that. "How sweet" Jill whispered as she kissed the air by his other ear. "Do you think about our legs?" Jill asked, sliding her skirt up. His eyes were glued to her long ...

... tanned legs and then her pink little panties. He nodded slightly and sucked in more air. "A leg man" I said as my fingers were sliding over his cock. He shuddered again, now trying to hold his breath. I gripped the shaft firmly and started to slowly pull, spreading his leaking fluids around the tip with my thumb. He was really close now, and he whimpered and squirmed again. I moved down and squeezed firmly at the base again. "Don't you fucking come until we tell you, Rickey" Jill warned. "Have you had a hand job before, Rickey?" Jill whispered and he nodded. "Who did it?" I whispered in his ear. "Jo Beth, our night time stock girl" he muttered, gritting his teeth as I released my firm grip at the base of his engorged little cock. "That slut," I smirked, pulling my hand away as he continued to quiver on the edge again. "You know" Jill announced, "I feel like a coke." "Me too" I said as I reached over and firmly flicked the head of Rickey's hot little cock. "Go get us one, Rickey" Jill said and we leaned forward so he could free his arms. His face was crimson and sweating, and he barely managed to tuck his throbbing cock back into his pants. It had to hurt by now. His body was still trembling as he walked to the bar and somehow managed to buy two large cokes. As he started to walk back, Jill and I appeared and pulled him into the shadows next to the ladies toilets. We both pressed up against him and stroked his still hard cock through his jeans. "Time to thank you for the cokes" ...