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Swim Meet With Happy Ending

... think it would be okay, but only with your permission, of course.”

“Oh… well… I guess it’s ok then. You can continue updating me on things, Mrs. Carlson,” I said, trying to make it all seem like no big deal. Of course, it was a big deal. Nobody had ever played with my penis for such a long time, and it felt like heaven. At that point, I was willing to stand there and listen to Mrs. Carlson talk for as long as she wanted to, while I was enjoying Maryann handling my manhood.

Mrs. Carlson talked on and on for several minutes. Meanwhile, Maryann was softly swirling her fingers around my penis. There must have been some pre-cum dripping out, because Maryann got some on her finger and rubbed it around my penis, stroking back and forth under the shaft.

I knew I was fully erect at that point, but nobody else was around, and Mrs. Carlson didn’t seem to mind. She could have told Maryann to stop, but she didn’t, so I felt like she was still okay with it.

“So, then we thought we might have to get a whole new set of hymnals for the entire church, which would cost hundreds of dollars. I didn’t think that was a good idea…” She went on and on.

As she spoke, I could feel my heart beating harder and harder. My breathing was getting heavy, and I was trying to hide it. Maryann then leaned up against my side and put her left arm around my waist. She would run her left hand up and down my body, softly tickling me. With her right hand, she continued to play with my erect ...

... penis.

After a while, I started to lose focus on what Mrs. Carlson was saying to me. I was so aroused that I was losing my mind. It finally occurred to me that I needed to stop Maryann from playing with me, or I was going to have an embarrassing orgasm right then and there. I could hear Mrs. Carlson talking, but her words were just noise. It was like being in a dream with someone talking in the distance.

I decided to wait for Mrs. Carlson to stop talking, because I wanted to tell Maryann that I needed a break. Mrs. Carlson wouldn’t stop talking, and I was getting closer to the point of no return.

Then it happened. I was past the point of no return. Suddenly, I felt my stomach muscles tighten. I grabbed the railing tightly, and my body began to thrust uncontrollably as I squirted out stream after stream of cum.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” I cried as I began to realize what had just happened. “I was going to tell her to stop, but I didn’t want to interrupt you!” I said.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, sweetheart,” she said. “The janitors will take care of this mess.”

“It was so rude. I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” I said apologetically.

“You couldn’t help it, Kurt. It’s totally natural. Don’t worry about it. In fact, our last pastor said that after young men have orgasms, they are much better at staying focused on whatever the Lord wants them to do.”

“More is coming,” Maryann said, and she squeezed my penis to watch more of it ooze out. With her hand full of ...