Growin up with the Martin Girls - Sex Stories

Growin up with the Martin Girls

... a big spurt, eliciting gleeful sounds from female throats all around the table. His next spurt was bigger and a couple of the girls couldn't help but begin to clap and cheer him on. "Go, Tim!" "Spurt for us!" and "Awesome!" were some of their excited cries. Three, four, and five strong spurts flew into the bowl, pleasing the ladies at the table tremendously, followed by several more pulses of semen that dribbled down his hand and onto the table below. All the while, Carol kept up her coaching. "Yes, that's my boy, keep spurting, nice long strokes, give us every last drop, you're doing great, what a good boy, get every last drop of semen out of your beautiful penis for us, dear…" When he could produce nothing more, Kim set down the bowl just before he sort of collapsed into her lap. She and Terri repositioned him so that he could lay with his bottom on Kim's thighs and his back resting against Terri's belly, his head cradled between her ample breasts. Kim took a paper napkin from the table and gently dabbed a few drops of semen from the pink head of his penis and his softening shaft. Terry put one arm over his shoulder and caressed his chest, while her other hand cradled and caressed his cheek. Your could faintly hear her cooing softly in his ear, "Good boy, that was a wonderful ejaculation Tim, just rest now and let us take care of you. You've been such a good boy." Karen, seated next to Terri, took Tim's right hand in hers and gently began to kiss it, gently darting her ...

... tongue in his palm and between his fingers to lap up any semen she could find. When she was satisfied, she took a napkin and dried off her saliva. She looked at the other girls and demurely grinned as though she thought licking up her step dad's semen was a little risqué, even for the Martin women. The other girls just grinned back knowingly and gave her the thumbs up sign of approval. The daughters nursed Timothy back to consciousness with their caresses and encouragement as the other women looked on. After several minutes, Tim regained himself enough to stand back up, his limp penis hanging once again in front of his now-relieved testes. A last drop of semen was evident at the tip, and Carol took his soft penis in her hand and gently touched her lips to his now-sensitive head, causing Tim to squirm as she took his last drop onto her tongue. It was finished. Now the ritual was for all the women-folk to take turns telling the male how much they enjoyed his ejaculation, what a great job he did, how manly he was, and how much they looked forward to the next time he'd have to do it for them. By the time Tim had endured the encouragement and compliments of all seven women, he felt very at ease and comfortable naked in front of them, and of course, that was the design of the praise session, invented generations ago. The other three males were in the pool and Tim came and joined them. "How do you feel?" asked Ted. "Actually, much better," said Tim, smiling. "I guess being naked in ...