2 comments/ 58328 views/ 5 favorites Hand Jobs 101 Ch. 01 By: sleakstryder Sara and me My wife Sara is a 32 year old Human Sexuality teacher at a local high school. She's a gorgeous, sexy woman, fifteen years my junior, and she spares nothing to make sure I'm sexually satisfied, occupied, and happy. Aside from giving incredible blow jobs and fucking like a she-devil, Sara has a complete arsenal of more advanced skills and talents. And so do I. I love to lick and suck my beautiful wife's pussy. I love sliding a finger into her while I lick her clit. I love hearing her sweet cries of ecstasy as I give me an orgasm with my mouth. I love sliding my hard cock into her and feeling her pussy flex and grip me as she catches her breath. Holding me by the neck and shoulders, she looks into my eyes and licks my mouth. Her pelvis flexes and thrusts toward me, her legs spread as wide as they'll go. She's so beautiful like this, an angelic slut. She says, "I love how you fuck me, you big stud. I love being your little whore. You really know how to take care of your girl. Thank you, master." I fuck her deeply, steadily, slowly. Then, I love how she knows just when to reach through our legs and clutch my big heavy swaying balls as I begin to cum. She rubs and probes my ass with her delicate finger, whispering, "You are such a fucking stud, baby, fill your pretty girl with your cum, please!" I cum what seems like gallons as she kisses and bites my neck.. Suffice to say we are never bored or out of ideas in the bedroom. She and I also work hard to make sure our minds are as sexually active as our bodies. Stories, fantasies... we are always talking dirty to each other. One of the sexiest subjects we discuss is her classroom full of college hotties. She knows I like the young ones - girls just old enough to be legally lusted after ... these are a prominent feature of my fantasies. Sara is all for my tastes, and really gets excited when one of her student's catches my eye. She knows I'll never stray, and that while I may really enjoy her telling me about the latest young angel in her class while she strokes my hard shaft to orgasm, pumping large jets of cum onto her waiting, licking tongue while she gazes up at me sweetly, that's as far as it will ever go. We'll be sitting in the den after dinner and she'll nuzzle up to me and say, "I have a new student, today, stud." And she'll begin petting me lightly at first. "She's a really pretty girl, tall, blond with gorgeous legs, and with a very cute face. It's almost as if her mouth were designed to suck your big cock, you know?" Soon she has my shaft out of my unzipped jeans and she's giving me a full-on hand job while talking about her new student, whispering delightfully naughty things to me while licking my ear lobe and probing the inner recesses of my ear. She's the best lover I've ever had. As the old saying goes, the ideal woman is a lady in company and a whore in bed. That is Sara in a nutshell. The Hand Job class One of Sara's classes is an all-girl "Instructional" course created to guide young ladies through the complex and confusing labyrinth of premarital relations. The class is for 18-and-over girls. The goal is to present viable, attractive alternatives to intercourse. Put in plain terms, it's a hand job class. And I am the practice subject for the young ladies. Each and every one of them has repeatedly wrapped one of her sweet eager teen hands around my hard cock, stroking firmly and sexily up and down, and up and down, and palmed, cradled and massaged my heavy, full balls in her other hand, and brought me to orgasm. And this takes place in a class while the rest of these lovely sexy girls - and my gorgeous sexy wife - look on. I must say I'm something of an exhibitionist. So it just doesn't get any better than this. As amazing as it might seem, I absolutely must admit that, at first, I turned the offer down to be the hand job practice model for a roomful of hot young college angels. Yes that's right: when my wife asked if I'd like to be jacked off by more than 25 young, sexy, intelligent girls over the course of a semester, I said no. I said no to magical young ladies' hands coaxing large jets of sperm out of my cock while my stunning, approving wife looked on. Just the idea of getting tugged on by ONE of Sara's students makes me rigid and twitching in my jeans. The thought of having more than 25 DIFFERENT beauties learn the art on ME was overwhelmingly arousing. I certainly didn't shrink from the idea of being the focus of numerous nubile young ladies learning how to give hand jobs. But I was unsure of Sara's ultimate outlook on it. She would be right there watching and I didn't want her to become jealous of my pleasure. After all, I would without doubt find extreme pleasure in the experience, and would certainly be demonstrative and appreciative of the talents and favors of these lovely young women. "Sara, you know I would love every minute - a LOT - and it would be even better because you are there. But I don't want you to be jealous. I mean, I am REALLY REALLY going to like this." But Sara assured me that such concerns were without merit. "Honey, I know you're going to love this experience, that's why I've asked you. I know you have a special fondness for my female students, and I know that you'd like nothing more than to have a few of their hands wrapped around your manhood. That is precisely why I want to you have this experience! I wouldn't ask you if I didn't want it for you! Please do this -- for me." How could I refuse? I asked her to promise me that at the first tinge of jealousy or doubt, she would cancel any further sessions with me, and that she would find a different, more neutral subject. Many of these girls would swoon over the studly track coach, Paul North, I mentioned. Sara looked at me and said, "You don't know this, honey, but my girls think you're very hot." My ears perked up. Her students thought I was hot? Tell me more! She continued. "When you stopped by the class that one day last month, they got all hushed. When you left they kept asking about you. And when I first brought up the subject of the Hand Job instruction, THEY were the ones who asked after you! I immediately thought it was a great idea, and wholeheartedly agreed with them." Sara reached down and began to pet my cock through my pants. "Honey, I want you to have fun with this. Don't think twice about any jealousy, it won't happen." Enough said. I felt like getting down on my hands and knees and thanking god. Instead I got on my hands and knees and ate my beautiful wife's pussy, and then mounted her from behind, fucking her with all I had, so turned on was I by the scenarios that were formulating in my head and by the shear selfless sexual generosity my wife had displayed. I truly love this woman, and her gift to me makes me love her even more. I had her turn around and mounted her missionary. As I thrust into my beautiful wife, she told me about a particularly cute girl that I was going to really like in her class. "You are going to love Jodie. She's just your type - slender and cute, with a pixie face, short blond hair, slender thighs that don't meet when she stands, and a perfect sweet and tasty little ass. Her pretty hands are just small and slender and feminine enough to be perfect for giving you a hand job." As my orgasm began I cried out in ecstasy, filling my Sara's sex with my pent-up seed. I had visions of sweet Jodie dancing in my head, and the exquisite joy of knowing my wife had given me that vision. Next up.... I meet the girls. Hand Jobs 101 Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Absolute Beginners The Big Day On the morning of the first day of Hand Job class, Sara told me to wear tight jeans, the profile-enhancing silk pouch briefs she'd gotten me, and a tight t-shirt. "These girls will be shown what to look for when it comes to checking out a guy's crotch, how to size you up. "I am going to get you good and hard and have them check you out," she whispered while petting my cock through my jeans. I grinned and shook my head. She said, "You love it, don't lie." As she cupped my balls in her hand through my pants, I whispered, "I sure do, sweetheart." She deftly unzipped me, and we kissed as she jacked me off. I fondled her breasts, making her cum just from pinching her nipples. In a few minutes of kissing and expert jacking, her hand sped up to maximum speed. My balls danced and swayed heavily as she brought me to another superb orgasm. I shot long strands of my warm white seed onto her chest and neck as I bucked against her hand, fucking it as if it were a pussy. "Wow, what a big stud you are," she purred, "I love it when you shoot your cum on me, master. I bet the girls will love it too, especially Jodie. They will all get wet just seeing your big cock in your tight sexy jeans. Mmmm." Sara knows me all too well. I love having a woman's eyes fall on my manly bulge, and continue to enjoy the memory of such stolen glances I've witnessed with strangers, casual acquaintances and my own girlfriends. We kissed at the front door and she was off to classes. I would show up during 4th period for my first day as a hand job model. When I arrived, the girls were flushed with excitement. As a warm up, Sara had shown a compilation tape of porn hand jobs. Now the girls were practically panting. As I -- their first real living and breathing male subject -- entered the room, their eyes moved down my athletic physique and to the marked lump in my pants. The scrutiny proved stimulating. "Honey, come and have a seat here on my desk while I go over a few things," Sara said. I sat with my legs askew on the desk. Sara went over procedures and rules - like no kissing, no oral contact, things like that. To my delight, she came closer and cupped my balls and petted them as she spoke. "Class," she said studiously, "I am now petting my handsome husband. You can see I am petting and gently clutching and squeezing him through his pants. Can you tell how much he likes it?" The girls answered with hushed breathing. They were dripping with excitement. I could almost smell it in the air. Sara teased out my cock to a rigid upright shaft under the jeans. While she did this, I sat back and watched the girls, who all had their eyes on my crotch. They weren't listening very carefully. But Sara and I had conferred earlier and she knew I'd keep the young ladies in line. I gazed over the class, and not one of the students was a plain jane. Every one of them was gorgeous, and they only had eyes for me. What a dream come true. When Sara asked for volunteers for the first part of the demonstration, three or four girls raised their hands. There was one particularly sweet and sexy blond with short bobbed hair and a pixy face. It was Sara's star student, Jodie. She was everything that Sara had said she was - and more. Jodie was the just-18 year old cheerleader who Sara had talked about extensively while jacking me off. She was very popular with the boys in school, and not surprisingly she had been the subject of a few breathy comments by a couple of male teachers. Her face alone, for a man like me who loves sexy faces, was enough to make me hard on first site. If I had not already been hard, she would have made me so. As it was, she just made me harder. Exquisite, with fine features and a regal demeanor, Jodie was what the poets search for -- a muse, a thing of beauty, animated by life and curiosity. Helen of Troy had nothing on her. Put another way, Jodie was one fine little piece of ass. The best part about it was that I was about to get a hand job from this muse. What could be better than this? Sara picked Jodie, of course, and asked her to make her way to the front of the class. I gazed at Jodie's arched back, perfect, smallish tits, and long slender legs. From this angle she looked to have a mouth-watering ass. "Now, class," Sara lectured, "before beginning to masturbate a boy, you will probably engage in some form of petting, just like I was doing earlier. Petting is touching each other through your clothes." The girls sat enthralled as Sara spun her tale. "A boy likes to be touched, fondled. And I'm sure you do too: maybe what you really want is to have the boy's hand touch your breast, your sweet nipples, the nape of your neck, the cleft of your vagina as your clitoris pushes insistently against your pretty panties and tight jeans. How about it girls? Think of the most handsome boy -- or man -- you've ever seen, and imagine him stroking your private areas with his strong, masculine hands as you lie back and kiss him. "Imagine my husband with his hands on your breasts, pinching, pulling on, even kissing your nipples." She spoke more quietly now, "Now imagine him pinching your nipples while you stroke his massive cock! Imagine feeling his sperm drenching your pretty necks and faces as he brings you to your own orgasm at the same time!" Sara really knows how to talk sexy. The girls were squirming in their seats, and the erotic tension began to grow. Her voice got quieter and more intense. "But let's not get too far ahead of ourselves! You may, for instance, feel the boy's erect penis throbbing and bolt upright through his pants, and be able to grab the rigid shaft quite easily through his jeans." As this point, Sara gripped my upright hard-on and showed them how pronounced it was under my jeans. "If you can feel and see it, like we can my husband here, then move your hand up and down as if he had no clothes on at all. Just like this, up and down, up and down." I was really enjoying this. "At this point, you may want to look at his crotch, if you aren't in complete darkness!" The girls laughed. "The site of a boy's erection through his pants can be quite a thing to see, ladies. Take a moment to enjoy the view. "See ladies how my husband is hard and long and pushing against his pants? This poor man needs your immediate services! He needs a pretty and obedient girl! Someone to take care of him. Poor dear... " Continuing to pet and stroke me, she turned back to the young ladies. "Reflect on the fact that his excitement is thanks to you! Don't stop rubbing him though. As you look at his manly bulge, tell him you like touching him. Tell him you are amazed at what you can feel, that it's hot. Tell him he's sexy. Tell him you like looking at his bulging erection, especially when you can touch it too. "And also tell him that you are going to take care of him, that you are his pretty girl and is at his command." Hot young Jodie was standing in the front of the class. I took this time to look her up and down and really enjoy her beauty. She looked a bit shy, but returned my gaze bravely. I wanted her mouth on my cock. I intensely wanted to fuck that pretty 18 year old mouth. I couldn't look away for a moment. The whole world seemed to disappear for those moments as I imagined holding her by the back of her head, with one hand under her chin, and fucking her beautiful mouth. I looked at her hands, too, and sized them up, confirming they would no doubt only reach part way around my cock. The thought of that delicate pair of hands around my hard cock, cupping my balls, lightly scratching under my nuts with those short nails, made it twitch pleasantly. The thought of making Jodie blush, and cum, made me smile. Sara continued. "Ladies, there is a chance this boy will be excited enough just with this activity, especially if he likes what you're saying and doing at the same time. He may ejaculate into his underwear right then! If he does this -- if he starts grunting and flexing against your hand and cumming, don't stop rubbing him. Vigorously rub him. Rub his hard sexy penis through his straining pants; it will increase and enhance his pleasure. Take your other hand and rub his balls. "He might even hump your pretty hands in his excitement. You wanna talk about hot? Just watch a boy lose control in your hands... now THAT's sexy!" The girls were totally silent. Their excitement was hanging in the air like ripe, sexy young breasts. I looked at each sweet face. My cock was crying for their gentle girlish touches through my pants as Sara continued to tease me. I stole another glance at Jodie, standing there at the front of the class. I again thought about what a perfect cock sucker she'd make, how much of a privilege and pleasure it would be to fuck her pretty mouth, to teach her how to deep throat, to instruct her in the fine art of cock sucking a handsome gentleman such as myself. She would excel at the nuances and refined techniques of the classy young girl aspiring to bedroom whoredom. I was hard enough under my own tight jeans, I could have cum in just the way Sara had been describing. And she knew it. She looked at me slyly and grinned. She looked at Jodie, then back at me -- indicating her awareness of my lust for the blond student. "Jodie, have you noticed how much my husband is checking you out? He's quite smitten with you, and rightly so. As I stroke him, he looks longingly at you -- at your pretty face, your hot body, your delicate hands. I imagine he is thinking about your hands and how, soon, they will be pleasuring him." Jodie smiled shyly, blushing. While Sara looked me in the eyes, she said in a steady, throaty, sexy voice, "As you can see, our subject is very, very excited. He has been enjoying looking at Jodie, and all of you as well. Haven't you, my sweet stud?" I nodded while never taking my eyes off Jodie's exquisite face and body. She patted my nuts lightly, a very pleasant feeling. "Can you see his erection through his pants, girls?" The girls looked on in utter amazement and lust as Sara's hand gently stroked me through my jeans. I spread my legs a little further apart, wanting every girl to have sufficient view of my big balls and cock through my jeans. Sara took the cue and petted my bulging balls again. I flexed my hips in a fucking motion against her hand. Obviously, it was heaven having my beautiful wife pet me in front of a class full of hot young coeds. I moaned almost inaudibly. "Class, hear his moans. He is getting very excited now!" As her lovely hand patted my bulge, I looked each girl in the eye. They were all looking me in the eye, and at my protruding crotch as my wife pleasured it. I gazed long at Jodie and flexed my hips anew against my hot wife's hands. Yes, I was in heaven. Again, I thought about holding sweet Jodie's head in my hands and fucking her angelic mouth. On my knees, I would have her on all fours before me, I would place one hand on your chin, the other on the back of her hand, and I would slide my cock between her lips and begin bucking against her. She did indeed have a pretty little mouth. I spoke to Sara, but in a loud whisper so the rest of the class could hear. I said while staring fiercely into Jodie's eyes, "Sara, Jodie has a very sexy face. She's really a lovely girl. I am going to enjoy her sweet lesson. I can't wait to have those lovely hands wrapped around me." I wanted sexy Sara to unzip me right then and finish me. She knew it, too. I wanted her hand stroking me fast as I shot cum all over the first row of hotties and into sweet Jodie's perfect mouth, her tongue tip touching my wife's delicate hand and the slit at the head of my cock, my heavy balls bouncing pleasantly against Sara's desk ... I could feel the cum in my balls seemingly increasing from my prolonged arousal. Somehow I was able to resist cumming. She stopped rubbing me, kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, stud," she said just audibly enough for the girls in the front row to hear. "You don't have to wait any longer. That pretty girl right there is going to pleasure you just like you like it." She continued. "It's time for Jodie to unzip him and get a really good feel for his penis. Sara nodded to Jodie, who walked over closer to me. I nodded hello. She smiled. Sara said, "Now, Jodie, try to relax, and just begin by touching my husband in a non-sexual place . . ." Jodie nodded, looked me in the eye and then looked away, at the girls in the class. They were silent but smiling. What an angel! How charmingly shy she was. It was so lovely to see her nervousness. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. I wanted to rip my pants open and expose my erection to her, pull her pants down and lick her ass, suck her pussy, and slide my throbbing cock into her. I wanted to take her hands in mine, forcibly wrap them around my rigid cock and fuck them as we french kissed, shooting my load onto her clothes as I rubbed her pussy through her lovely white lace panties. Back to reality. She began by putting her hand on my knee, stroking gently. I thrilled at the touch. Sara was a perfect coach, calmly and quietly explaining the various moves, the pacing, and physiologically what was likely happening to me during these moments. I reached up and lightly drew my fingers down Jodie's sweet face and quietly thanked her for volunteering. She smiled sweetly. In due time, pretty Jodie's hand moved up my thigh, to my crotch, where she found two rounded lumps and a pulsating snake throbbing through the denim. Her delicate feminine hand, as it began to caress me, sent shivers throughout my body. My breathing was sharp. I was fairly panting. The class was absolutely quiet except for a unison deep breathing. Sara asked me to speak up and give Jodie suggestions. I happily obliged. "My good girl. Please squeeze my big balls, Jodie, very gently, I so want your hand on them." Her pretty petite hand gave my balls a delicate squeeze. "Now feel up here, angel: this is the head of my cock, please rub there a little, squeeze it slightly with your thumb and fingers ... Mmm." She move her hand up and gently pinched and rubbed the cap. I loved watching her hand, petite with short but immaculately painted pink nails. Her glossy lipstick matched. "Now bring your hand up and down the front of me, feel my hard cock standing up through my jeans? That's all because of how you're rubbing me, petting me, and because you are so very, very pretty. There's a good girl. Thank you." I stroked her hair. I wanted to put my tongue in her mouth and give her the most sexual kiss she'd ever had. It just wasn't the time... yet. After quite a while of this pretty hottie firmly rubbing my shaft up and down, it was time to move on.... I whispered: "Unbuckle my belt and unzip me, angel, that's it." I helped her pull off my jeans. I was reclining a little on the desk, my legs raised, my erect cock and swollen sack straining against the silk briefs. I looked out at the class and saw gorgeous young women, 27 of them, all looking so intently at my crotch that nothing else existed in their universes. I had Jodie pull my briefs off by reaching under my ass and pulling them forward, so that while my cock still strained against the silken fabric in front of me, my ass and bloated nut sack lay exposed and available to Jodie. My long and thick erection twitched and throbbed, exposed to the whole class and reveling in the cool air. As Jodie dropped my briefs to the floor I spread my legs a little more and made sure the room full of perfect and innocent girls could see my entire private area. I loved being totally exposed to the girls, to feel their eyes freely looking over my entire body down to the most intimate, private detail. So far Jody hadn't returned to touching me, which was fine - in a teasing, tension-heightening sort of way, it was hot to watch her look at my cock and balls without touching them... at least a few moments. Sara spoke quietly, "Now Jodie, you probably are beginning to get a waft of his manly scent, a not-unpleasant musky smell. Go ahead and lean in a little, take a whiff, baby." Jodie complied and sniffed at my nuts from about five inches away. The site of her closely examining my male parts was exciting, and resulted in some noticeable twitches on my cock, and the ever-present writhing of my big balls in their cum sack. Still not touching me, Jodie's big beautiful blue eyes were bright and wonder-filled. She peaked up at my face and I smiled at those gorgeous eyes. Finally, I reached out and took both of her hands in mine and brought them to me. My cock was snapping against my stomach with an audible pop, my arousal was so intense. Her left hand ever-so-softly wrapped around my penis. I closed my eyes in utter bliss and moaned. I was, finally, enjoying the touch of the first young teen Hand Job student, and a more stunning and attractive student could NOT have been found. But quickly realized I would not last the hour long class if I let myself go like this. I opened my eyes and took my mind off the perfection of what was happening, investing my attention - or trying to - in the faces around the room. Of course this only made things more desperate. For, as Jodie began to hold my cock with both hands like a baseball bat, and at Sara's prompting began to tug slightly up and down on it, my eyes fell on a tall bright-eyed girl wearing a short cheerleader outfit. She seemed tall, even seated, and innocently slutty, since her legs were folded awkwardly under the student desk in a way that forced her to leave her knees far apart. Had this been anything but an all-girl class, I'm sure she would have been getting a lot of attention from the boys. Her long blond hair was straight, down nearly to her elbows. And her bangs came down to her eyebrows. She was as sexy as any 18 year old cheerleader could be. I just sat their watching her - occasionally looking at Jodie's pretty face and her exquisite, busy hands. Sara noticed the attention I was paying to the sexy young cheerleader.... "Cindy, it looks like our subject here has taken an especial liking to you. No doubt it's your sweet face and revealing little uniform. My husband is a leg man, for sure - and you do have a lovely pair of legs. Would you like to come up and get a closer look at what Jodie is doing? If I know my husband, he wouldn't mind having a closer look at you as well. Don't be surprised if he pats your pretty little ass, too." The girl blushed and giggled, but was up at the front in no time. As she pranced up to the front of the class, her short pink cheerleader skirt accentuated her perfect, long legs. Jodie glanced over at Cindy, and, looking a little jealous, quickened her pace a bit on my big fat prick. I groaned in a guttural voice and looked over at Jodie's hands. I looked then at her face which I stroked gently with one hand. "Don't be jealous, sweet Jodie, you were and are my first choice. You're beautiful and special. But I am a leg man, and your lovely classmate Cindy has very pretty legs. Do you mind if I look at them a little, sweet one?" "No," she said with a shy smile. "It's fine. She does have pretty legs." "Good girl," I whispered. She smiled shyly again and gave my cock some lovely tugs. I kneeled in and gave her a little kiss on her cheek. Then I reached over and took Cindy by her slender elbow to bring her closer. "Hi baby, why don't you let me see what's under your skirt." She looked a little startled, but Sara said, "Go ahead, Cindy. Just lift your skirt a little, just give him a little peak. He loves being teased. Your little cheerleader panties are fine to show off, you do all the time on the field!" Hand Jobs 101 Ch. 02 Cindy smiled, "That's true. OK." She sweetly and cautiously lifted her skirt a little, revealing her pretty plump pussy lips through the lace, her perfect, slender, sexy upper thighs which were gapped at least an inch and a half, and the curve of her ass. The tight panties hugged her anatomy like a second skin. I was ecstatic, and REALLY felt like cumming in Jodie's hand. I started to move against Jodie's hand. Sara noticed, asked the class to pay attention.... "Ok, see now how he's moving with Jodie's hand, how his pelvis is jerking back and forth? This is a sign of intense arousal. If he keeps this up he's probably close to achieving an orgasm." Sara looked at Jodie now and said, "Jodie, use your left hand now on his testicles. That's a good girl. "Class, you can see how she's cradling his testicles in her hand? This is very pleasurable to the man, girls. Right honey?" I nodded. Jodie rolled my nuts in her hands gently. I looked at her exquisite fingers jostling my nuts and her other hand as it struggled to keep wrapped around my baseball bat. The way her fingers were splayed under my balls, her middle finger crept between my ass cheeks. It was a teasing, tension-filled sensation. I wished she knew to rub me down there, but she was essentially innocent of such variations. Jodie looked at me in the face, seeking some acknowledgment. I stroked her face again, and ran my hand through her hair. "Good girl," I whispered so the class couldn't hear. She smiled proudly. "Thank you, sweet girl," I whispered. Again, a blush and a smile. Seemingly for the first time, I noticed Jodie's slender waist, the arch in her back, through her jeans, her apple-like little breasts through her tight sweater. It came on so suddenly. I felt the unmistakable opening of the gates, the point of no return. Sara saw it in my eyes, and the longing way I glanced over at Jodie's face and Cindy's legs again. Sara announced, "Class, I'm pretty sure he's going to come soon now. Keep watching closely." "Faster, angel," I huffed to my hand job hottie. "Faster, baby." Jodie's hand quickened pace. She whispered, "Wow, you're getting even bigger. I can't believe how big and hard you are." This talk, the touch of this girl's hands, the site of lovely leggy Cindy in her cheerleader outfit, and the site of 2 dozen horny panting high school girls all mesmerized by the impending event sent me over the edge. When Jodie's middle finger inadvertently slid further down between my cheeks and grazed my clean tight hole, it was all over. Orgasm approached, and there was no stopping it. Still the event was so intense, it seemed to switch into slow motion. We'd been at it for just under 20 minutes and I for one had hoped to last the full hour. But you just can't deny yourself these moments of perfection. And this, indeed, was a moment of shear perfection. As my shaft began to twitch in my lovely student's right hand, and as my balls began to hop and writhe in her left hand, I let out a low and animal growl, a guttural expression of my lust certain to be heard in the next classroom over. I scooted down the desk a bit in a sudden jerk, forcing Jodie's finger up into me. She instinctively understood and while jacking me off also fingered my ass. I lay back and writhed, fucking sweet Jodie's hand. But Jodie -- being the trouper that she is, and the good little student -- hung onto my manhood firmly, the precious sexy dear, and continued to work it up and down with a firm steady stroke. And what an angel she is for it! I fucked pretty Jodie's sweet girlish hand like it was her pussy or mouth, snapping my pelvis forward violently, and she just hung on to me perfectly, giving me a grip only a dead man wouldn't enjoy -- with the perfect balance of firmness and fluidity. Perfection. A hand job superstar, that's Jodie. Her other hand continued to finger me, and her palm by virtue of her hand's position petted and squeezed my cum-laden nuts. I lay fully back, spread my legs wide, and opened my entire private area up for the eyes of the girls in the room. I loved the thought that all these young girls were looking at my big fat nuts, my hard cock in their friend's hand, and my asshole. Jodie pushed further into me. I finally let loose with a stream of cum after a dozen of these violent thrusts. The first shot of cum fired out of the end of my cock in a thick white strand. It was a flying rope of seed, a twisting lariat through space. It was headed right for pretty Jodie's face, and clothes. And it splashed like pretty lace on her. I was so turned hot and fuck-crazed, and the foreplay had been so intense and extensive, that my payload of cum was much much more voluminous than is typical for me. My anus squeezed her slender, busy finger tightly as my entire lower body seemed to convulse. The second shot, seemingly about 12 inches in length, flew like a writhing escaped serpent and landed with a thick splash, running from Jodie's perfectly performing hand, down her arm, across her little sweater, up her neck, and across her rosy, blushing cheek. After those first two long, thick jets, she let out a little yell in fear but kept stroking. Sara coached her, "There you go, Jodie, don't stop, don't let go, good girl!" The next shot, following two jerky irregular strokes following Jodie's initial hesitation, was a less viscous spray of white goo that again painted my lovely subject but in a broader stroke. In fact it seemed to almost turn a corner out of my cock and land along her slender wrist, wetting her lovely skin further. She kept up her stroking. Meanwhile, Cindy got in closer to take a look, and almost automatically, seemingly entranced, reached out to touch the font of this gift the luckiest of men can give a girl. She brought her index finger down to touch the very tip of my cock, a touch I could feel only like a pleasant fiery friction. The unexpected touch of this lovely girl on one of my most sensitive spots was bracing. As her finger found the slick gooey pee hole and slid across it naively, sliding past and rubbing the sensitive mushroom cap, I threw all propriety to the wind and reached for her panty-covered ass and felt the sweet crevice of her ass. I glanced quickly at Sara who was open mouthed and slightly grinning. She was happy for me. I continued to grab and fondle Cindy's ass while she and Jodie finished my long, copious orgasm. Cindy brought a hand under Jodie's and touched my ass. Her fingers absently rested between my cheeks, coming to rest over Jodie's own middle finger. I spurted a knot of cum onto Cindy's dress and nylon-encased leg. While Jodie was firmly gripping me, jacking me into the final moments of my orgasm, I leaned over and licked my cum off of Cindy's beautiful leg. I grabbed her by the hair and brought her mouth to mine and tongued her lips, giving her my seed. I reached up and repeated the gesture with lovely Jodie, who was slowing her jacking off pace. I was spent. In the moments where I floated in a near-sleep state, catching my breath, I felt Jodie remove her sticky hands from my cock. I felt her finger dislodge from me ass. I heard a chorus of choppy breathing in the room, and caught the scent of female arousal. Sara, breathless herself but hanging on to some professional demeanor, applauded, praising both Jodie and Cindy and asking them to take their seats. The first day of Hand Job class had ended. Hand Jobs 101 Ch. 03 Day two The next day of the jack off class was one week later. I had not had an orgasm since the last day of class, though I had pleasured Sara to a few in the days between. She had teased me to no end, in ways I really enjoy -- taking my cock out and playing with it while we drove somewhere; talking dirty to me while she gave me a bath; petting me while we saw a sexy movie at the theater. I had licked her beautiful pussy, suckling her hot little button until she screamed. I tongued her ass and double-fingered her cunt while she described the pretty girls in her class. My cock quivered in extreme arousal, my thick hot cum churned and bubbled in my heavily burdened scrotum. The acute lust I felt was excruciating -- delightfully so. What kept me from simply taking my wife from behind at any given moment and filling her with my seed, for the entire week, was the knowledge that I'd soon have a pretty young girl's hands wrapped sweetly around my cock, a cock-tugging rookie with a bright sweet smile and delicate young hands. The big load I was nurturing would look so lovely splashing onto her young innocent face, dripping off of her pretty hands and arms, like the running paint of an over-anxious house painter. A couple nights prior to the approaching Hand Job class, we went to a nightclub to see a band, and sat in the lounge. May the god's of erotic perfection bless her, Sara's hand never left my bulge, even when people would notice. She'd look them in the eye and pet my hardness through my jeans. I felt proud for having such a lusty, sexy wife who was proud of her man's arousal. A woman sat and watched Sara fondle me for about 15 minutes, her eyes traveling repeatedly from my bulging crotch to my face, to Sara's face, and back down. Her hands traveled gracefully up to her own breasts, which she clutched and patted. After a time, she closed her eyes. In a moment, her eyelids flickered, and her hips flexed ever-so-slightly. She had cum in from of us. Her eyes opened drowsily; then smiled at Sara and me, got up, and disappeared into the crowd. We sat in a restaurant, eating Italian food. During desert, as the hot waitress went back and forth, Sara took me out of my pants and stroked me. The head of my cock peaked out over our dinner table -- the sharp eyed waitress saw it all, including my lovely wife's hand dancing up and down, but said nothing. She just blushed and smiled. She told another hot waitress, who came glancing at us. Sara's eyes never left our sweet waitress's pretty legs. "Our sweet young waitress really has pretty legs, doesn't she stud?" She quietly described what she thought I'd love to do with the petite serving wench. She was absolutely correct. This activity was designed to maximize my cum load for the girls. Needless to say, I greatly enjoy prolonged teasing, and generally love the challenge to not cum when the temptation is so strong. By the time I arrived for the second class, my scrotum was bloated and deliciously heavy -- much fuller than I could remember it ever being before. It showed through my tightest jeans, what with the perpetual arousal and the increased volume of sperm I carried. I couldn't wait to have the roomful of girls looking at it. I wore the tight jeans again, though I had a surprise for the girls underneath. Sara had again made some preparations for today's class to help make it a special occasion - she asked the girls to bring costumes for a dress up day. She wanted to demonstrate how girls can help their partners become aroused without even touching them, thanks to the use of certain seemingly universal fetish items. So when I entered the classroom I was met by a roomful of male fantasies come to life: a few french maids here, at least a dozen naughty school girls, a handful of cheerleaders there, a snow white in short skirt, and a stunning dark haired girl looking like Shania Twain in the "Feel Like a Woman" video: top hat, short satin skirt with fishnets and high heels, men's shirt. Some months earlier, Sara had sucked me to orgasm while I watched that video. I think Shania is one of the hottest women on the planet. Sara does too. I took my place on the desk, sitting with my knees open, giving the class a good view of my 'package' through my pants. I couldn't take my eyes off of the girl dressed like Shania, and was just biting my lip seeing how much thigh she was showing. Depending on how she moved I could she just the very hint of her panties, black lacy ones, peaking from underneath the black satin skirt. I started to throb while looking at this girl. Sara noticed my arousal. She spoke directly to the girl. "Nicole, please step forward and present yourself to our male guest. I think he has his eye on you." The cute brunette, with pale white skin and long straight hair, stood just 5'2" and had perfect, medium sized tits. "Nicole, I believe you will find my husband quite receptive to some touching, if you care to get things started today. He's a big fan of Shania Twain, so your costume is really 'doing the trick'!" Nicole smiled at Sara and then at me, and then she looked wide-eyed at my bulging jeans. She came closer and reached out to touch it. Her palm came to rest on my bulging balls and rubbed gently. My exhale at the delightful sensation was loud. "That's a good girl, Nicole," I panted. "Pet my cock, sweetheart." She smiled again and looked intensely at the clear impression of my growing cock, hard and upright in my pants. I reached up to brush her hair from her face. "Lovely girl, you are," I moaned. Her hand ran up along it to to the end of cock which was pointing to one side, just under my belt. While she pinched and played with my cock through my pants, her other hand came up and cupped my balls. The warmth of her palm was lovely. "Let's get my pants off, my young hottie," I breathlessly said. "I want to feel your pretty hand on me." As Nicole/Shania unbuckled me, I surveyed the other girls, eventually landing my gaze on the Britney look-a-like. Sara saw my visual preference... "You, Kendra, with the leather bustier and the thigh high boots, you can come over too. You look so much like Britney Spears, my husband is beside himself. I think he's always had a fantasy about young Brit giving him a hand job. This is the perfect opportunity!" Kendra sidled over just as Nicole had unzipped my jeans and pulled them part way down. I kicked them off and sat on the desk with my feet resting on the desk top. I spread my knees apart to give all of them a better view. Nicole responded by cupping my balls, full from a week of teasing and no orgasm, and rolling them around in her hand. Her fingers grazed the very edge of my backside and the tip of my now throbbing cock which was bolt upright, snapping against my taut stomach. Not wanting to miss the action, Kendra reached in and took hold of my long, thick shaft and immediately began stroking it like an expert! She had clearly had some experience. My wife said, "Class, notice how he stares at Nicole, especially her fishnets and pretty legs. He's literally staring at her panties peaking out from under her skirt. The important thing to realize here, ladies, is that while the boy wants to have intercourse he will settle for a hand job if it is seductive enough, and performed with expertise. Seduce him with your hand and your voice. "Go on, you two, talk to him about what you're doing - ask him how it feels." Nicole looked up shyly at me as she continued to pet my big balls and heft them in her hot little hand. "Do you like this? Am I doing it right?" I placed my thumb on her pouty lips and whispered, "It feels absolutely wonderful, and you look smashing." Sara continued, "There you go, see class? He is really enjoying what she's doing. Kendra, why don't you ask him as well." Kendra/Brit looked into my eyes as she jacked me off. "Am I being a good girl, Mr. Stud?" "Very much so, Shania, you are being a very good girl." My wife praised them both, saying "That's it! Seduce him, make it all so sexy. Make him feel absolutely the most special creature on earth. He is the center of the universe, and his cock, as the font of creation, is the focus of your worship. In reality his mind is an much a part of this as anything, though, so make sure you play with his mind - give him things to ponder. Like saying, 'Am I a good girl?' and 'Do you like my outfit?' and 'I can't believe how hot you are like this, your cock feels so big." Suddenly as Shania Twain opened my pants up farther, the two girls administering their most exquisitely feminine ministrations gave a slight gasp at the site before them: beneath the all-important tight jeans, my cock was dressed in a thong-back neon green speedo. As they pulled off my jeans and threw them aside, they got a look at my little surprise: being an exhibitionist of sorts, I love showing off in a tight speedo. While I know girls decry the fact that some guys like these little suits and that it creeps them out, I was hoping to win the girls over. The plan worked, as both Shania and Britney, without any convincing, were cooing as they ran their hands over my spandex encased cock, balls and ass, muttering "So soft, wow this is cool..." The big mushroom cap of my cockhead was straining against the nylon green, so Shania took pity and popped it out of its sheath, clutched it with her right hand - which barely reached around it. Her thumb and middle finger didn't meet, and while I watched the utterly lovely dichotomy of a small hand around a large cock it dawned on me that Shania hadn't moved a muscle once taking hold of me, and that this was both good and bad and all in all very intriguing, I felt the warm waft of breath on my nuts, which were spilling out of the spandex. Britney had kneeled down to get a closer look at my sack, and also to steal a whiff, as Cindy and Jodie had spoken to the others in the class about the wonderfully unique scent of an aroused man, the musk that now emanated from my undercarriage. Lying back, with my legs in the air, I enjoyed the sight and feeling of Shania beginning an exquisitely slow and perfectly gripped little hand job while Britney examined my nuts and backside, pulling the thong back green speedo to one side and touching my nuts tentatively. To my eternal delight, Britney followed what must have been a primal urge and stole a quick but deliberate and delicious lick of my sack. Her tongue was wet, as she was apparently salivating, so a wet droplet of Britney spit trickled from my left nut, down my sack and into the nether crevice of my ass. The lick was against the rules as Sara had laid them out, but my Sara is understanding. "Girls, Britney, you shouldn't do that here. Our subject is only to be given a hand job and no oral contact. I understand the temptation can be overwhelming, but that is what this course is about. "Please, all of you, don't lick or suck this man. However, Britney, if you like, you may wet your fingers and explore him." Britney self-consciously complied, sucking her fingers and then bringing them close to my balls and ass. She slithered a finger between my cheeks and found my hole. And stopped. She looked at Sara, at me, at the class, and back to Sara. "Go ahead, Britney, he loves having that done to him, perfect." She looked at me and began to push. "Wiggle a little, baby," I whispered. "Just wiggle, it feels so good." She started to wiggle her finger in my ass, so that my cock gave a very sudden, very powerful and insistent twitch in Shania's hand. It brought Shania out of something of a daydream. "Oh," I grunted. "Shania, put your other hand on my big nuts. Please do it, sweetie." Shania reached down tentatively and with her narrow feminine hand cupped my scrotum. My balls spilled over her hand like a heavy bag of cream. My big balls were much too big for her to hold both at once. She clutched one ball and rolled it around in her hand while the other one hung low, dropped it and held the other one. What a perfect feeling! I was breathing hard as my cock seemed to get even bigger and harder. Britney's finger was moving in and out of my ass like a piston now, and while Shania paid attention to my balls. "They're much heavier than I thought they'd be," she murmured. Suddenly, momentarily, her hand stopped stroking my engorged cock -- which gave me a deliciously anxiousness as I waited for her hand to move again. I began to move me hips against her hand, which gave me an added bonus as it increased the depth and intensity of Britney's jamming into my anus. So I'd thrust forward and get Shania's hand slide onto my cock while Brit's finger would exit; then I'd thrust back so Shania's hand would slide almost all the way off my cock and Britney's finger would jam home up my ass. This sexy thrusting in front of my two hand job pupils, and the entire class of hot young hand job students was just too exciting. A week's worth of saved-up, pent-up cum began to boil in my loins. The prolonged arousal was coming to a head, so to speak. I was going to cum buckets, and these lovelies now tugging and probing my sexual being were in for a real surprise! I grunted and groaned and began to squirt thick white dollops of man seed on Britney's face, Shania's hands, and my stomach. Thick shooting ropes of cum, and the girls in class followed their trajectories like they were watching a one-way tennis match! I could feel each thick delicious rope travel up my shaft and out the piss hole like a pleasant vibration of pleasure. When my cock and balls would twitch, Shania would squeeze my nuts and disrupt the perfect rhythm of her jacking hand, adding to the pleasure. I reached for Shania's right breast and, through the thin material felt her erect nipple, which I gently rolled in my fingers. Her sweet little surprised cry of agonizing pleasure rang in the room like an angel's song. I also reached down and grabbed Brit's tight crotch and felt the bump of her cunt with my middle finger, using her pants as friction against her clit. She too cried out in ecstasy as my orgasm subsided, arching her back and humping my hand. I made pretty Britney cum just like hat! "I wanna lick you, baby," I grunted, and the whole room breathed inward together. Sara roused herself from her daydream and came back to reality. I had just broken at least 70% of the rules, touching the girls most serious of them all. But offering to eat a lovely student's pussy was going well over the line. Sara moved toward us. I could see that She TOO had gotten overheated with this tableau. "OK, honey, that's enough. We're going to get into a lot of trouble here if we go any further today. "Class dismissed!"