Growin up with the Martin Girls - Sex Stories

Growin up with the Martin Girls

... our males has an erection, it is distracting to everyone, as you can see, and we cannot continue with our festivities without first resolving the issue appropriately." Tim's brow was sweating, his hard penis was throbbing, and every woman at the table had their eyes fixed on the growing drop of pre-come glistening in the sunlight. His legs were trembling. Ellen seemed to want Carol, Tim's wife, to complete the conversation. Carol took up where Ellen left off, but in a more loving and less ‘official' voice. "Tim, dear," she said, "what Ellen is saying is that we ladies expect a boy with an erection to masturbate and ejaculate so that his penis can be soft again." She reached her hand up and cupped his testicles, slowly massaging them in her hand. "So I want you to be a good boy for me and stroke your penis, dear." Female heads all around the table were looking at his face now, and nodding in agreement. Tim when white as a sheet, his eyes wide, "You can't really mean…" he whimpered. "Yes, dear, that's exactly what I mean. All the other boys here have had to do it numerous times. It's just a normal part of having boys in the family, nothing to be ashamed of, dear." The six other females scowled and their heads at the idea that a boy should be ashamed of masturbating as they watched. Carol continued, "Just put your right hand on your penis, honey, and begin to rub it. Be a good boy for me, and show the girls that you're an obedient husband." Tim's hand slowly took hold of his ...

... throbbing member and began to stroke it. "Good boy," said Carol, "That's it, just relax and rub your penis for us. That's what you have to do and it's ok. Close your eyes if you want, and just think about rubbing your penis, dear." All the female heads were nodding again in agreement with Carol's words and as encouragement to Tim. He closed his eyes and began to stroke more quickly. Carol said encouragingly, "Yes, that's my good boy, stroke that manly penis and make yourself spurt for us." In very short order, Tim was breathing heavily and rubbing his penis frantically, moving quickly toward ejaculation. Carol held up her finger as a caution to the other women to remain silent, while Kim picked up an empty salad bowl and held it about 6" in front of Timothy's red and swollen penis head. Tim began to gasp and strain, his muscles flexing all over his body. Carol said, "Yes, Timothy, you may open your eyes and ejaculate for us now." His eyes, filled with lustful pleasure, flashed open and took a quick glance around the table. He saw all the pretty women in bikini tops, their eyes fixed on his hand as it stroked his penis, their mouths open in rapt attention, and the happy and expectant looks on their faces. It was as erotic for him as it was for every boy that had done this for a group of Martin women over the generations. He couldn't help himself but climax as hard as he ever had in his life. He made a whimpering moan, and the first spurt of semen washed out into the bowl. It was ...