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The Four Hour Erection Ch. 01

By: dbrains



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All of the characters in this story are over 18; a few just barely. In this first installment, you won't encounter the four hour erection although, if you add up all the hours Dr. Smith is erect, it would be more than 4 hours. We'll get to the 4 hour erection shortly in a future installment assuming at least a few comments indicate it is worth writing more. Nor will you read about any actual sex in this first installment.

This is my first story. That is not strictly true. I have a couple of others somewhere between written and submitted and a number of others somewhere between idea and completed. Writing without actually getting them submitted/accepted is a bit like masturbation. It's just not the real thing. 

I'm open to criticism and try learn from my mistakes which I seem to keep making. Hopefully, any mistakes here aren't deemed beyond repair. If you find my style completely unacceptable, then like the TV, change the channel.
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The Cheerleading Squad, all ten of them, had taken Dr. Smith's College Algebra class. It was the lowest level math class they could take to meet degree requirements. Of course, there were several sections. Smith's section was selected because they had heard that he 'liked' pretty girls. They thought they could take advantage of this. It would be an easy A. 

Some of the older girls had 'worked on' other instructors. They had always been able to get what they wanted, by hook or crook, which meant they either had them thinking with the little head or maneuvered them into a compromising position and then a little subtle blackmail always did the trick.

A month later, they were close to drop day before it dawned on them that Dr. Smith might not take the bait. Oh, he was enjoying the view which had gotten progressively hotter as drop day approached. They had taken turns sitting in the front of the class in the shortest cheerleading outfits they had, legs spread, prominently displaying a variety of different colored panties and some of the finest thighs on campus.

They had put out all of the luscious bait at their disposal; short girls, tall girls, Asian girls, black girls, Latino girls, bleach blonds, brunettes, skinny ones and stocky ones. It was a very diverse group of girls. All of them were gorgeous and most of them knew it. It seemed like their strategy had to work. It looked like he had spent most of the semester up to this point with a boner. 

For god's sake, he even lost his place in his lecture at times and one day he'd stopped class 20 minutes early and walked out of class sporting a big woody. Sensing this might be their opportunity, a couple of the girls had followed him until he headed into the men's room clutching his crotch. They'd heard his groans as they stood outside the restroom door and knew he'd been pleasuring himself. 

Unfortunately, he'd never made a move on any of them. Just one move, one touch, one inappropriate suggestion and he would have been theirs! They had nothing but an erection to indicate that he was affected. Threatening to go to the Dean to say "We've been sitting on the front row in Dr. Smith's class flashing our sweet little pussies and he had a hard on" probably wouldn't make good blackmail material. 

Beth had been nominated to try another tactic that had been used successfully before by friends. She had arranged to be the last person in class and said, "I'm afraid I'm getting in trouble in your class. I really need help. Maybe some close personal tutoring time?" As she said this, she was sitting astride the corner of his desk with legs spread wide. She'd rolled the waist band of her skirt a couple times to shorten it to the point that he had to see the camel toe she was flaunting. The panties had been purposefully selected; a couple sizes too small so that they would ride up between her pussy lips with no help at all. 

This was a sure fire tactic which didn't work. 

Oh, he'd observed her thighs and camel toe alright. It had given him the desired hard on and she was careful to make sure 'he knew that she knew' that he was staring at her and she put on a huge fake grin as she admired his wood. Actually, it wasn't really a fake grin. He was sporting a really nice bulge. Even if he was 40, she couldn't help but get a little wet just looking at the big bulge. She had him. 

It was then that he said, "I think I know just what you need," while looking right down between her beautiful exposed legs at her camel toe. "Oh yes, I know what you need." Setting the hook, Beth leaned back provocatively to better reveal her camel toe. "Let me give you a phone number of one of our student tutors. He should be able to help you out with that," as he stared right at her camel toe. 

They had been so confident that they could get him into a compromising situation that they'd not worked on his class at all. They were in such a hole by drop day that if their plan didn't work, they were certain to fail his class. 

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

The day after drop day, standing outside the gym waiting for practice to start, Carly was bitching, "I've got the highest grade on the squad and I've got a fuckin' 27 average on the two tests we've had in that dick head Smith's class. If I got an A on the next two tests, I'd still fail and that would be impossible. Is he even speaking English? I haven't understood one god damned word he's said all semester." The rest of the squad slumped and nodded agreement. Carly continued, "What are we going to do? If we fail this class, we'll be off the squad. Hell, the school won't even have a cheer leading squad if we fail. We're all here. Do any of you think you can pass this class?"

Beth who was not the brainiest of the cheerleaders, reluctantly said, "I don't know. Maybe. I've got a tutor."

Francine moaned, "Hell, I wish I had a 27. I just as well stop going to cheerleading practice now. I can't do math. Really, there's only two things I'm any good at; cheerleading and sex."

Mary, who was one of the more astute of the girls, though not any more mathematically inclined, said, "Maybe we've been too subtle."

"What the fuck do you mean, too subtle?" growled Carly. "We've done everything but fuck the old bastard. Hell, I've flashed him so often, it's starting to make me wet. How creepy is that?"

Mary replied, "Well, I don't know about any of you, but I can't afford to lose my cheerleading scholarship. If I fail this class, I'll be out of school. If fucking him is what it takes, it works for me. What about the rest of you?"

Several girls acknowledged that they also had scholarships riding on cheerleading and they all enjoyed the prestige of being cheerleaders. It practically made them horny just knowing that the eyes of every male student, and more than a few girls, in the stands were looking at them. 

Nor did any of them want to face their parents when grades came out and explain how they had gotten kicked off the cheerleading squad.

Carly said, "Ok, we've tried everything but stripping on the front row of class and I thought Francine was going to try that last week. What do you propose? Giving him blowjobs in class?"

Mary said, "No, we can't do that. It might work on him, but we'd get thrown out of school, so same problem; off the squad and no scholarship. But, we're probably going to have to put out for him. It doesn't look like a good show is going to be enough. We all know he wants it, but he's just too smart to do something stupid for anything less. Heaven knows we've all tried."

Carly said, "Hell, at this point I'd fuck the old bastard if it'd get me a passing grade. What are you suggesting Mary?"

Mary told them, "We're going to have to make it clear, without making it too clear, what we're willing to do, but we need to do it in such a way that he doesn't have to do or say anything that would put him at risk or be incriminating, at least around school where he might be caught. He's got to know exactly what we're offering without us saying what we're offering and without him having to say what he wants what we're offering."

Beth said, "But wouldn't fucking him be incriminating to us?" Mary and Carly gave her head shake and a 'you poor thing' look.

Mary said, "We'll need what you might call a Mexican standoff. Where we all have something really bad on each other but where everyone can get what they want if it's played right. He gets fucked and we get our grades. No one can talk because it would incriminate them as well. Either everyone wins or everyone loses and no one gets anything. This will work. He's probably had blue ball since the beginning of the semester."

Mary felt bad having to propose this idea, but she really couldn't afford to lose her scholarship and she knew several of the other girls were in the same position. For most of them, what she was proposing would be ok. They would just view it as a trade; Dr. Smith gets what he wants and they get what they need. No harm done. The two new girls, Micki and Tanya, were a different story. Most of the girls fucked just for the fun of it. Micki and Tanya didn't. Micki was a virgin. She wasn't sure they could handle it, but both of them needed it as much as anyone else on the squad.

Micki and Tanya had drifted together at the back of the group of girls. They had looks of concern on their faces and began whispering. 

They weren't like the other girls on the squad. They liked the girls on the squad a lot. They had been welcomed and looked after but weren't as experienced as the older girls. They didn't view their cheerleading as an opportunity to show off to all the boys in school. For them, cheerleading had been an athletic activity and more importantly, a chance to make friends which didn't come as easily for them as the other girls. The squad had taken the two conservative Freshmen girls in and been like big sisters to them. They had a bond with these girls and felt strongly about not letting them down, but this would literally be "taking one for the team."

Tanya, who had a boyfriend back home, had been trying to save herself for him. They had said they wouldn't be exclusive, but she had been. The next time she had sex, she planned on it being with him. She whispered to Micki, "I'm not sure I can do this."

Micki quietly whispered back, "Me either. I'm not opposed to sex. I figured my first time would be at college, but I thought it would be with a nice boy I chose. Not some guy old enough to be my father that I have to fuck to pass Algebra."

Tanya said, "I know. Not very romantic, but Carly does have a point. I need that scholarship. If I don't keep it, I'll have to go home and my future will be ruined and my parents will be devastated. Its cost them a lot, as it is, for me to be here. I couldn't face them."

Dejectedly, Micki said, "Oh, me too. I get the feeling that if he takes the deal, it will be for the whole team. So, if we don't do this, we'll be responsible for all the girls failing and getting kicked off the team or losing their scholarships too! I don't think we have a choice." 

Since it was her idea, Mary was appointed spokesperson for the squad and made an appointment to see Dr. Smith privately in his office after class. For moral support, or perhaps more correctly, immoral support, Carly would accompany her.

Just before the meeting, Mary and Carly went to ladies restroom, took off their panties, and once more, rolled the waist bands of their skirts up a couple of extra inches. This might require some serious salesmanship.

Dr. Smith, with a leering grin, ushered them into his office. He pulled a couple of chairs in front of his desk and offered the girls seats. It was an intentional seating arrangement placing them in the open for him to view. He would be seated behind his desk. It was to be a one way show. These weren't the first desperate girls he'd seen. Just the first ones he'd considered doing anything with. Knowing that drop day was gone, he knew he had them between the proverbial "rock and a hard place." Now to see what they would offer up.

Mary and Carly sat down and immediately crossed their legs giving a great shot underneath one leg nearly up to their fine little asses. Only a hint of the treasure between their legs was revealed for just a brief second as they crossed their legs. You could have missed it if you weren't looking for it or if they hadn't paused just a second before finishing the crossing of the legs. He was looking for it.

The girls were both nervous due to the importance of the situation and there was a bit of sexual tension as well that had both girls sweet little shaved pussies beginning to get moist and it wasn't sweat. It was hard to sit there and not get turned on a little knowing what they were getting ready to suggest, and knowing where this little game was leading, and further knowing that he was probably already stiff as a poker sitting there behind his desk. At least their panties wouldn't get wet!

Mary had decided that being as direct and honest as possible, at least to the extent possible given you didn't want to spell anything out, was probably the way to go so she started with, "I have been appointed to speak for the cheerleading squad. As you know, the entire squad is in your class and we are all going to fail unless we can get your help."

Dr. Smith, whose eyes had never focused above their waists up to this point, looked them directly in the eyes and said, "Ladies, what you say is very true. You may fail my class. I'm not sure what you want me to do for you. Students have to work for their grades. My class is no exception." 

Both girls could see the window of opportunity opening for them. He hadn't said they were going to fail. He said they might fail. He had said students needed to work for their grades and he knew as well as they did that there was no way for them to bring up their grades with only two tests remaining. No amount of studying would yield passing averages. He could do the math. He had a PhD in Math for god's sake. So, he must mean there was some other way they could earn a passing grade. It was the first time he had shown any sign that they might be able to sway him, but it was obviously going to take a bigger commitment than the little skin flick they had been showing him. A lot more! 

At least they hadn't taken 70 year old Professor Jenkin's section. They weren't even sure he still remembered what sex was. They would have been sunk in his class. Here, they might just have some room to drive a hard bargain.

Mary continued, "Dr. Smith, we know this situation is unusual and that, well, girls sometimes try to get teachers into compromising positions. So, before we go any further, just let us say that you don't need to worry about us. We don't want to do anything that might compromise our student teacher relationship which we want to protect as much as you. In fact, we don't want you to do or say anything right now. We'll do all the talking." 

Dr. Smith's face had a puzzled look on it. He had been expecting something. He wasn't exactly sure what. He had seen many, many desperate girls with as many creative approaches, but whatever he might have expected, this wasn't it. Hmmm, a new twist on an old story. He was curious now.

"So, girls, how do you think I can help you?" This was a test. If the girls were still playing the original game, it would be revealed now. If they failed his little test, he would hurry them out of the office and reveal their game to his secretary which would establish how innocent he was and how tawdry they were, and then he'd go home and masturbate for an hour. Of course, in that case, the girls would fail and probably be kicked out of school. That would be a real shame!

Mary began detailing, in a roundabout way, how he could help them, "Please don't say anything. We'd rather you took time to carefully consider our situation, and how much we need you" and then continued with their plea for some scholarly help. "We're certain that we could all do enough to earn a passing grade if you could find the time to give us some close personal tutoring. Given how many of us there are, and with only a couple of months till finals, it would need to be a group thing and would probably be best if it was done off campus, perhaps at one of our apartments, say on Friday nights. It will probably require every Friday between now and finals week for you to catch us up." 

As Mary gave the verbal pitch, both she and Carly employed a little visual aid. They both uncrossed their legs briefly and subtly spread them just far enough that Dr. Smith could see that neither girl was wearing panties, and then re-crossed them in the other direction with the same slight hesitation just as their bare crotches were once again exposed for just a second.

Mary finished the sales pitch with, "If we are going to get enough tutoring in to pass your class, we think we'll need to start this Friday at, say, 6:00 p.m. We're so far behind we may have to pull a bunch of all-nighters. Now, knowing how sensitive some of the faculty can be to anything that might even look the slightest bit inappropriate, we think it best if this be kept strictly confidential; just between you and us." This last was said with a conspiratorial look on her face. She paused just a second and went on. "In fact, we don't want you to give us an answer now. Don't say anything." She took a card from her small clutch and continued. "Here is the address where we would love to be tutored really 'hard' if you are up to a 'stiff' challenge. The girls are all so desperate to pass Algebra that they will likely jump right out of their clothes if you show up this Friday. I know Carly and I will." Carly nodded agreement. "So, please, see if you can find it in your heart to help us pass your class. We know it will be a really big imposition on you and we would all be proud to work so closely 'under you'." She emphasized certain words to be sure she wasn't misunderstood and both girls put an exclamation point on the sales pitch by again un-crossing their legs and parting them a bit. This time, they left them un-crossed and parted. If this didn't work, he was gay.

When they got up to leave, he came to stand in front of them with a huge bulge in his pants and said, "You girls seem really committed to passing my class. I'll have to check my calendar to see if I have the time and you girls need to make sure everyone is totally committed. You all, and I mean all, must be willing to do whatever it takes. Any no shows or anyone reneges, and the deals off and you all get the grades you have earned and you all fail. And by the way, this first Friday, I'm not sure how things will go so you need to let the girls know they will need to be prepared to make a full weekend of it. Everyone will need to be 'tutored' at least once this weekend. I 'tutor' pretty well, but I'm only one man, and there are ten of you, so it will likely take all weekend." 

He practically shot his load in his pants right then and there as he saw the damp spots on the chairs where their sweet little pussies had drooled for him. Unless he was hit by a bus and killed, not just seriously injured, there was no way in hell he was not going to be at that address on Friday with his woody in one hand and a condom in the other! He had masturbated more than enough for this bunch of sweet little tarts already.

As they walked out of the building, Carly said, "we're so screwed."

Mary nodded her head and said, "If we're lucky."

The Four Hour Erection Ch. 02



This the second installment of the Four Hour Erection and none of the participants have gotten any younger, so still over 18.

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This sexual adventure had taken John by surprise. Oh, he knew the girls were desperate and ripe for the picking, but what guy, particularly a tenured professor, ever does anything but fantasize about fucking a cheerleader, let alone 10 of them. He had considered that it was crazy, wrong by most any reasonable moral standard, and was likely one of the few things that could get a tenured professor dismissed. He didn't really care at this point. He just knew what he needed, and it was there in that apartment.

He thought he had gotten past this sort of thing and that he no longer cared. He thought he had completely submerged the urges, the animal lust that had driven him when he was the age of these girls and which for a time he had, with help, kept in check. It had been channeled, but these damned cheerleaders had reminded him of how much he 'needed'. The girls had no idea how they had tormented John during the past month. 

Five years ago, John had been a functioning addict. His addiction had been sex. With help, he had forged a kind of truce with his problem but then his help had been taken away. Going off his treatment had left John in a bad place emotionally. His condition hit bottom and had rested there, at rock bottom, for the past several years. 

He had drunk his way through a couple of semesters. After he stopped drinking, the man who came out the alcohol induced fog wasn't the same man who had gone in. As a teacher, he was just going through the motions. Most of the friends who had tried to help him find his way had given up. There were few left who would even acknowledge that he had been a friend and, except for the tenure, the college would have canned him. Now, the girls had disturbed his resting place.

John really needed this. He hadn't realized how much he had missed sex; real mutually enjoyed sex. For sex to give John relief, he needed the emotional hit that he received when every fiber in the woman's body told him he was fulfilling her. For John, the drug of choice was delivered by every moan, sigh and squeal that was accompanied by the writhing of a woman's body as she thrashed her way to an orgasm.

Motivated by his newly awakened need, John had thought quite a lot about how to insure that things went well. Needs aside, John was a realist. None of the girls were likely to be very enthusiastic about having sex with a guy who was old enough to be their father and it wasn't strictly speaking, consensual. They all had their backs to the wall.

He needed this first Friday to go well. If it did, it improved the chances that the entire weekend would go well and the rest of the semester would take care of itself. Otherwise, it wouldn't be much better than a semester of masturbation which the girls had already forced on him the better part of the past two months and it wasn't working for him.

The first girl would make or break things and there was no doubt that it had to be Mary. Carly would be next. The other girls looked up to them and if they were satisfied, the other girls would fall in line, or lie down as it were. 

John had taken a couple of steps to insure that the weekend went well. 

The first thing was pick up his prescription of the little blue pills. It had been a long time since he had real sex and he wanted to be sure the little guy was there when needed. He had taken a couple of these two hours beforehand. He wanted to make sure that they had time to do their job. As a consultant to the pharmaceutical industry, he knew that the drug companies were pretty damned conservative in their dosages. If they said, "Take one," you could be sure two wouldn't hurt you.

The second thing he did was to buy 4 large bottles of Takara Plum wine. These he had chilled in his fridge and were in the ice chest he carried, along with cups, when he arrived at 6:00 p.m. sharp. He didn't want to get them drunk, but a couple of glasses of Takara might loosen them up. The situation probably needed all the help he could give it tonight.

As desperate as the girls were to pass his class, John's desperation was worse.

When he rang the bell, Carly answered the door, "Dr. Smith. You are...very punctual." She wouldn't have minded if he had been late or maybe not shown at all. Of course, that would have been a problem which was why they were all here in the first place.

All of the girls were present when he arrived; a good start. Most of the girls were in shorts and t-shirts or short sun dresses. The weather was still hot in Arizona and none of this group was shy about their bodies. Three of the girls were in fairly short nighties as if they were prepared for a sleep over; Mary, Carly, and Beth. It had to be their apartment.

After being let in, he said, "Ladies, you can call me John. Very nice to see all of you. Can someone show me to the fridge. I have some bottles that are best served chilled." 

While waiting for directions, he looked the group over, checking their faces carefully. He saw a blend of apprehension and some resignation. A couple, Tanya and Micki, looked closer to panic and a couple looked amused, as if they knew something he didn't. He was looking forward to learning their secret and would have to proceed with caution with the other two.

Mary looked at the ice chest, and said, "What are you planning? Getting us all drunk?"

"No, I hope not. I just thought it might take the edge off a bit. I've got some plastic cups if you're ok with plastic. I know when I was in college, I only had two glasses so I figured I might bring a few, just in case. And nothing to clean up." He heard a couple of snickers at this and it seemed like maybe things had a chance.

John took a bottle of Takara from the chest and a sleeve of smallish plastic cups asking, "Anyone want to give it a try? I think you'll like it." He twisted the lid off the Takara and began filling a 4 ounce cup. 

Mary's hand grabbed the cup immediately. She lifted it to her mouth and downed it in one gulp and stuck her hand out for a refill. He poured her a second small cup and said, "Maybe taste it this time. It is pretty good. At least I think it is."

This time, Mary took a small sip and a smile crossed her face and she said, "Ummm, it is pretty good." John proceeded to fill cups for the remaining 9 girls. 

As he finished filling the first round, he said, "I have a couple of details we need to discuss before we get started." All of the girls focused on him to see what details he had in mind. He continued, "I don't think this is necessary, but, I have to ask. Are all of you over 18?" They were all at least freshmen in college, but a mistake here could land a guy in jail. The girls looked around and all heads nodded the affirmative.

"Great. Now the second little detail. Are all of you on birth control?" He really wasn't prepared to have any small Mathematical protégés toddling around. "If not, I'm prepared, but I prefer bareback." Again, all heads nodded. 

He'd been less certain about the second question than the first, but apparently this group was comfortable with sex, with a couple of possible exceptions in the crowd but even they seemed to be prepared for it. 

With the preliminaries out of the way, he started to put his wine in the fridge. Three went in but Mary grabbed the 4th by the neck of the bottle and stood right in front of him staring him in the eyes as if challenging him and said, "I'm taking this one to the bedroom."

John looked down at her for a long few seconds admiring her courage and before she knew what was happening, planted a small kiss on her lips, reached under the arm not attached to the wine bottle and scooped her up and asked, "Which way?"

Mary was too surprised to answer but Carly recovered quickly and replied, "Down the hall, last one on the left...Are you ok with this Mary?" 

John stayed rooted in place waiting for Mary to answer the question. He was surprised at how much he wanted to hear her to say she was ok.

"I'll be fine. Besides, I can always hit him with the wine bottle if things get out of hand." Under these circumstances, Mary wasn't sure what would constitute 'out of hand'. Most people would consider the whole situation out of hand already but she had gotten the girls into this mess and she needed to show them that everything would be ok. 

Like John, Mary had known that she had to be first, but had arrived at that conclusion for totally different reasons. John because he needed the weekend to succeed and Mary was the key to that lock. Mary needed her girls to know they would be ok and she had to show them.

John deposited Mary, on her feet, at the head of the bed near a night stand and asked, "Are you ready for this?"

Mary took the lid off the bottle, took a long drink directly from the bottle, and said, "Ready," and started to pull her nighty up her body ready to get things over with.

John gently grasped her arms, stopped her, and said, "If it's alright with you, I'd really like to do the honors. It's been a long, long time and I'd like the pleasure of taking your clothes off. If it's ok with you?" As he finished, he released her arms and stood looking at her face hesitantly and waited.

Mary was surprised at his patience and the fact that he had asked. It actually seemed important to him that she give him permission. None of her college dates would have asked or waited and as horny as John had seemed in class, she hadn't expected patience or courtesy from him. After a few seconds, she nodded consent.

John reached down to the hem of her nighty and grabbed each side in a hand and began slowly pulling her nighty up over her body toward her head. As he went, his hands gently touched her body, once at her hips which were not large but had enough shape that it would have been difficult to remove her nighty without touching. His hands again touched her shoulders as he came to the tightest passage. She raised her arms over her head to allow him to remove the garment completely. As his hands had brushed her, Mary had trembled almost imperceptibly at the small unintentional caresses. 

Mary stood in front of John with her hands at her side now, clothed only in her panties. 

He had not been 'feeling her up' as she had expected. She had expected to be treated the way she had been feeling since the day they had struck their deal; like a prostitute or an indentured servant who would have no choice but to submit to whatever indignity was demanded, but he wasn't demanding. He was asking. Waiting for her to consent. She wondered what he would do if she didn't give her consent. In the back of her mind, she knew that even though he was asking, she had no choice but to consent.

John's hands now came to rest on Mary's hips and he hooked his thumbs in her panties at the waist. His head titled a little and he looked into her eyes questioningly. Again he was waiting. 

The small courtesy that John had shown in asking permission did more to put Mary at ease than the wine had. The boys her age she had dated were rarely as courteous, respectful, or patient. It felt good.

Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, Mary realized that in a few seconds she would be standing naked, completely exposed to him. She'd been naked with boys before, but this was no boy and it hadn't exactly been her choice. She shut her eyes and again, nodded consent. 

John stooped to his knees in front of her and marveled at her beautiful fit body and began to work Mary's panties down off her nice round ass and then on down her athletic legs. Again, it wasn't like he was pawing at her. Instead, the touches were almost incidental to the task of removing her panties, except at the ass, where she felt like he had lingered. It was hard to tell for sure and he had moved on.

He had lingered, in part to feel her ass but also to take a brief second to examine her mound which was now exposed. When had girls started shaving those? He had heard that it was common but had never seen it outside a porn site or strip club. It looked amazing and he felt his man hood, which was pretty stiff already, stiffen like a piece of iron. It throbbed almost painfully. He continued his task.

When his hands had gotten to her calves, they stopped their downward progress and he pressed his palms to her calves and slid them slowly up and down a couple of times feeling the taught well defined muscles of her calves, finally continuing the task of taking her panties all the way to the floor. 

He had been gentle during the entire process. When the hands had caressed her calves, she had felt her breasts tighten up with an unexpected flash of excitement. He could hear her take a couple of heavy uneven breaths and her body rocked slightly.

Her hands went to his shoulders to steady herself, and one at a time, she lifted a foot to allow her panties to be completely removed. 

Before standing again, John slowly and carefully placed his hands on her ass as he took another look at the V where her upper thighs met her crotch just below her toned flat tummy. On an impulse, he gave her a quick peck on her hairless mound. He didn't linger, not wanting to upset her at this point; just surprise her. Mission accomplished!

As his lips had brushed her mound, she felt a wave of heat in her pussy. Her fingers, which had slid under his shirt collar by his neck while maintaining her balance, dug into John's 'traps' as she felt just the beginnings of moisture let down, forming a small clear drop that clung to her lips. 

Her body shuddered a couple of times and she swallowed hard as she tried to deny and control what was happening. She hadn't planned on enjoying this. Just get it over with and convince the other girls that it was fine; nothing to worry about. He just wasn't behaving according to plan and her body was betraying her.

In class, he had seemed like such a jerk. The tactics she and the other girls had used on him had seemed ok when he was a prick. Why was he acting like a nice guy now? 

She stood pondering this when she suddenly realized he was talking to her quietly saying, "Could you...uhhh...ease up on the shoulders a bit? You're a lot stronger than you look." His body was tensed and she could see a grimace on his face.

She looked down to where her fingers had dug into his flesh. She realized there were small specks of blood showing in his white shirt where her nails had gripped him.

"Oh, I am so sorry. I...uh...you...surprised me...when you...uh...kissed me down there." She was stammering around like a high schooler. 

Embarrassed, her fingers suddenly released and John breathed a sigh of relief. John looked her in the eyes and calmly said, "No real harm done. I'm fine."

Looking at his shirt, she said, "Stay right there. I'll be right back." 

Girls who had been discretely listening, and hearing very little from behind the closed bedroom door, were caught flatfooted as Mary opened the door and rushed, totally naked, to the bathroom to get a wet cloth to dab at the blood on Johns shirt to try avoid a stain and to clean the scratches on his shoulder. 

A few jaws dropped as Mary raced naked to the bath room and then back across the hall.

John was standing now, amused at Mary running around naked and the reaction of her friends. When Mary returned, she immediately began unbuttoning John's shirt and tugged if from its tuck in his trousers. As she tugged, she looked down, and noticed what all of the girls were now noticing; John was making a really nice tent in his trousers.

Still worried about what she had done to John and his shirt, Mary first wiped his shoulder as gently as she could, apologizing all the while. Finally she moved her attention to his shirt and dabbed at the stains. It wasn't working. 

Mary looked at him sadly and said, "It's ruined. I'll buy you a new one."

John looked at her with a grin and said, "You'll do no such thing. I've got lots of shirts and besides, it was worth a shirt to watch you run around naked in front of your girlfriends. It's the most fun I've had in a while."

It's not that Mary, or any of the girls were particularly modest, but as she realized the truth of what John was saying, she became very self-conscious. Every eye in the apartment was on her naked body; one a stranger who appeared to be relishing her nakedness and discomfort and her friends who were clearly amused. One arm immediately rose to cover her breasts and her other hand reached down to cover her crotch.

Carly decided to tease a little. "So, how did you get into this 'situation'? 

Mary responded, "Well, we were getting...ready...taking our time...and he kissed me...that's basically it."

Suddenly, Carly, who had a mind for details, gazed from John's shoulder to Mary's face and asked, "So, if he was kissing you, I assume he was facing you, and he has those scratches on his shoulder and he's quite a bit taller than you. So, how do you get your fingers on his shoulders like that? Seems like quite a stretch. Just how was he positioned or...what was he kissing?" and she gazed down at Mary's crotch in a suggestive stare that indicated she thought she already knew the answer to that question. 

Knowing where this was going, the other girls were waiting for the answer which never came.

Mary blushed bright red and in an embarrassed voice said, "All right, you don't know anything. You just think you do. So, get out and I don't want to hear you milling around outside the door either. We've got things to do here! Shoo!!"

The girls were all laughing at Mary now, but they shooed; out of the room anyway.

On her way out, Carly walked close to John, snickered and whispered, "Take it easy on her. You're her first professor."

John winked, "I'll try."

Mary closed the door behind the last of them. She looked at John and nodded her head toward the bed and said, "Shall we? But first, just one final thing." She took a deep breath and reached for John's belt buckle and loosened it, preparing to take his clothes off as he had taken hers off.

Standing close to John, she couldn't help but notice John's bare chest and arms. He was very well muscled. Not heavy, more like a basketball player. She ran her hands up over his chest feeling the firm muscles and said, "Those jackets and long sleeve shirts you wear to class don't do a thing for you!" Her crotch warmed a little more as she ran her hands over his chest.

The bulge in his pants was easy to see. It was nice size but not huge. Mary had never seen one she would have classified as huge anyway and even the small ones could feel good when properly used. 

As she unsnapped his pants and slid the zipper down, his erection pushed forward. She shook her head and asked, "Is this thing always hard?" as she continued to undress John. His boxers and socks were the last to go.

She stooped as she slid his boxers down, having to dodge his erection which almost hit her in the face as she pulled the boxers over it. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, looked up at him, and gave him a wicked smile, and squeezed pretty hard which brought a grunt from John as he felt just a hint of pain from his member. 

As she stood, Mary was still nervous about what was about to take place and needed something to 'ease' her into it. She decided that a little sexual rough housing might help and gave him another hard squeeze.

In a low voice John grunted, "Wheww. You do have strong hands," and as he did, his hands leapt to her firm breast and he seized each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and rubbed the two nipples between them with some force.

"Ooowwww. No fair," as she gave his shaft another playful squeeze. 

John pinched thumb and forefinger together again none too gently and pulled at them stretching them an inch or so. As long as she had her fingers clamped around his junk, he thought it might be a good idea to hang on to some leverage and make sure she knew he could inflict a little pain himself.




The Four Hour Erection Ch. 02



Her move had worked. Mary felt herself begin to get thoroughly aroused. They locked eyes, enjoying seeing the expression on the others face as they applied more pressure. She watched John flinch as she gripped his shaft even harder. 

As he flinched, he in turn applied more pressure to Mary's nipples. Mary's eyes squinted shut just a second as she tried to manage the pain in her erect little nipples.

Neither planned to hurt the other; at least not seriously. She had a tight grin on her face as she tried not to show the pain her tits were beginning to feel. Those thumbs and forefingers were really mashing her little nipples hard! She squirmed and grunted as silently as possible trying to stay on top of their little game.

Looking for some advantage, Mary reached down and cupped his balls and rolled them with her fingers while squeezing enough to get John's attention. John's balls felt like Mary was trying to crack walnuts. He straightened up immediately and grunted with pain. A man's balls are definitely delicate! 

Deciding that Mary's tits could probably take more than his nut sack, he changed tactics. One hand moved from nipple to the entire beautiful firm boob which he gave a nice 'squeeze'. 

Feeling the pressure now on her tit, Mary flinched back trying to pull her boob from his grasp and groaned, "Shit that hurts!"

In an instant, John's other hand slid down Mary's tummy, over her smooth shaven mound and on to cup her now completely wet little swollen cunt. 

One of his fingers then slid down, pressing firmly on its way between her lips, which were now so wet and swollen that they had begun to gape enough to make slipping a finger entirely inside her easy. 

Mary's eyes closed and her mouth opened in shock with a moan and her hips involuntarily thrust forward slightly toward John's hand despite her best efforts not to give away to John what that hand was doing to her.

John had felt the little hip thrust. Taking advantage of the situation, he immediately slid a second finger down Mary's wet slit, and in an instant two fingers were stretching Mary's very willing womanhood as he began to finger fuck her.

After the first couple of strokes of the two fingers, Mary lost the concentration necessary to squeeze John's balls and was just enjoying what was being done to her. John released her breast. Placing the now free hand on her hip, he used that hand and the one with two strong fingers inserted in her to pull her to him until her hip rested between his thighs.

Mary was now moaning freely and her breath was coming in raspy gasps. Her hips were forcing her pussy tightly to John's hand in time to the thrusts of his fingers.

In the next couple of minutes, the only coherent words from Mary were, "Oh god...oh god...don't...stop..." 

Soon her entire body was practically convulsing. Not normally loud during sex, this time was an exception. The 'Oh gods' became loud enough that even if the girls hadn't been plastered to the door outside Mary's bedroom, they would have heard.

Outside the door, more than one of the girls were touching themselves. Though trying not to be obvious, it was impossible for their pussies to not stir with arousal as Mary was clearly getting a thoroughly pleasurable sexing. Maybe the deal wasn't completely crazy if this was what was coming their way.

Inside the bedroom, Mary was so focused on taking everything she could get from John's fingers that she could barely keep her legs under her and began to slide down John's body. 

Suddenly the muscles of Mary's body tightened and she laid both hands on top of Johns hands and pressed them to her pussy hard trying to stop the finger fucking, content to feel them buried deeply inside her pussy while her first orgasm ran its course. 

John could feel her energized kagel muscles squeezing his two fingers. This was always a good sign. 

As the orgasm had started, Mary practically yelled, "I'M CUMMING!"

From outside the door, a chorus sounded, "We know!!"

Mary blushed and after perhaps a minutes pause, called back sheepishly, "Was I that loud?"

Carly replied, "Hell, Mary. The neighbors know 'YOU'RE CUMMING'."

John snickered and Mary blushed brighter.

After Mary's orgasm subsided, John picked her up and laid her in bed. Her arms were around his neck. His balls, which had been aching most of the semester, were now threatening to explode. Fingering Mary had his erection throbbing and aching for release and hadn't helped his balls. Neither had Mary's attempt at nut cracking.

Mary spread her legs to allow him between her thighs. With his balls ready to explode, he said, "I've got to have you." With the head of his dick touching Mary's lips he paused and looked at her for consent. It was a formality, but part of his high was knowing that she was giving herself to him. He had to know she wanted it.

Instead of nodding her head as she had before, consent was given by pushing her hips forward forcing his swollen head between her swollen lips. In one slow steady thrust, John began to push the entire length of his shaft into Mary who moaned and had a look of complete satisfaction. 

Mary had never felt the 'need' to have a cock shoved inside like she did now and sounded almost as if she were ready to cry as she moaned while John pressed forward slowly deeper and deeper. 

When he was as deep as he could easily get, they forced their two crotches together. Mary thrust her hips forward fiercely to get every last bit of John that she could get inside of her. John also felt that compulsion to bury everything he had in Mary. You guys know the feeling and I expect you ladies do as well. 

After savoring every inch of John that she could take in for a few long seconds, Mary wrapped her legs around John's waist. At this, John began to pump himself in and out of Mary's tight pussy feeling it caress his erection. It better than his hand had ever felt. 

This was what his relapse into sexual addiction had dearly needed, the feel of a woman's hot responsive body reacting to each thrust, the simpering moans of pleasure, and that look of lust on her face which told him that for now, she was his for the taking. She would give herself over to him to do as he pleased. 

The endorphins were flooding John's brain like a drug addict reacting to heroin. 

As they began to feel each other's timing, John began pumping faster and faster and Mary thrust her hips to meet him. 

Shortly, John couldn't hold himself back any longer and was pumping streams of hot cum into Mary's receptive pussy. He'd waited two months for this release. 

As she felt his dick tense and jerk inside her before each stream of cum, her legs forced her pussy tight to John's crotch in order to get every last inch of him inside her and take his cum as deep inside her as she could. She could feel each jet of cum as it was shot against the back into her vagina. At this moment, she lusted to feel him shoot his load in her as much as John had lusted to fill her hot, tight little pussy with cum.

After each convulsion of John's dick, Mary's legs kept them locked together for a couple of seconds savoring the feel of her tight pussy being stretched by his member. The second time she clamped him to her body, she felt her breasts tighten and she knew her second orgasm was approaching.

Mary pleaded, "Please don't stop now. I know you're about done, but please...I just...need...a...few more...times." Her breath was labored as she finished her demand. John felt the muscles in Mary's pussy begin to grab his dick just like they had grabbed his fingers and continued to pump wanting to be sure Mary had gotten all she needed.

Shortly, a completely spent Mary said, "Its ok. You can rest now." She was breathing deeply as her body sought to recover from the exertion and she asked, "Would you hold me?"

John obliged as Mary rolled to her side and settled back against him.

She instantly noticed that there was something hard pressing against her back. He was still hard as a rock. 

Mary told John, "I can't believe you're still hard! Can we just put it between my legs?" as she reached back and grabbed his dick. She squeezed it, but gently this time, and was rewarded as it throbbed in her hand several times. She then moved her hips forward just enough to allow it to slide down between her cheeks and then up against her completely wet pussy which was oozing John's semen. It came to rest nestled between her lips. 

John wrapped his arms around her; one under her head and curled across her body to grab a boob. The other was draped over her hip with a hand on her crotch. A couple of fingers made their way down her valley to her now slick mound and came to rest on her clit.

Mary gasped as the fingers found her clit. For the past half hour, her pussy had not been given a chance to calm down and the touch of his fingers sent what felt like an electric shock through her pussy. Her breasts tightened now for the third time. 

It was almost more than her overworked pussy could stand. She was so excited that even the slightest pressure from Johns fingers produced a wave of excitement that could best be described as pain.

John moved his hips back just far enough to position his head at the entrance to her pussy. Mary's entire body shuddered as her pussy reacted to the feel of Johns meat finding its way down her slippery tunnel once more. 

There was nothing slow about his movements this time. With his arms locking her tightly in place, he pumped her from behind as deeply and fiercely as he could thrust.

Mary's body was quivering and she was whimpering as she gave in to another orgasm.

For the first time in her life, Mary had had too much. If she couldn't get his hands off her breast and pussy, she felt like she might pass out. She was wracked by a storm of sensations emanating from low in her abdomen. It was more than she could bear.

To be continued...



The Four Hour Erection Ch. 03



All the cheerleaders are over the age of 18, and John, a college professor, is well past 18.

This is the third chapter telling of John's adventures with the cheerleaders. 

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We left Mary in a bit of discomfort with 9 girls listening in at the door.

*****

Mary struggled to pull John's hand from her crotch pleading, "Oh god, please John. You're hurting me. Please stop." Her voice was almost panicked and quavered as she shuddered and tried to escape from the John's probing fingers.

Sensing her discomfort, John released her and Mary pushed her way, on her backside, toward the head board of her bed away from John. Her legs were still spread displaying her well worked pussy which was releasing John's semen making her swollen lips glisten with the wet sticky mess. 

John recognized Mary's discomfort but decided it was time for a little payback for her earlier attempt at nut cracking and faster than Mary could react, extended his hand and inserted his index finger into her pussy which had yet to close up.

Mary moaned in resignation, "Oh John. You're hurting me."

Outside the door, the girls were shocked at the pleas they heard coming from the bedroom. None of them had been at ease with the deal with John. They hadn't been comfortable, but they didn't have a choice, and until a few seconds ago Mary seemed to be enjoying herself.

In an instant that changed. He was abusing her and showed no signs of stopping even though Mary was begging. They didn't know what was happening to Mary.

Mary was Carly's best friend. Deal or no deal, no grade was worth what he was doing to Mary. In an instant, she had the door open and was racing to Mary's aid. 

As she entered the room, what she saw was John forcing Mary's back against the head board of the bed. With nowhere to go, she was pleading for him to stop, and the sick bastard was grinning at her as he fingered her. 

With strength born of adrenaline, she grabbed John by the shoulder to pull him off Mary and turned him around where she could get at him, and drove a fist into his face. 

Between being jerked around forcefully and struck hard in the face, John fell on his back, stunned. Blood trickled from his nose.

In a move that Ronda Rousey would have appreciated, Carly mounted John. She planted a knee on one side of his hips and then rode up over his body bringing the other knee to rest on the other side. As she did so her crotch rode over Johns still erect dick. With the loose legs of her panties, her wet pussy slid over John's erection. It came to rest under her crotch near her opening. Under other circumstances, they would have both enjoyed it. Now, Carly didn't even notice. She drew back a fist and prepared for the ground and pound that John deserved.

There were only two ways this could end. Either she would beat John to a pulp for what he had done to Mary, or he would overcome her and beat her. It didn't look like it would be the latter. He wasn't trying to defend himself. He was just holding up open palms as blood ran down his face.

An instant before she could rain blows down on John, a hand grabbed her wrist. With a quivering voice, "Carly, stop! He didn't hurt me. I'm ok." The voice belonged to Mary, the only person in the room that could have convinced her to stop.

With a look of total confusion, Carly's head turned to her friend, "But we heard you. You were begging the bastard to stop."

Mary, in a small but steadier voice, "I know, but it wasn't because he was hurting me. I had too much sex and couldn't take any more. I couldn't even stand to be touched."

With rising uncertainty, "I shouldn't have hit him?"

"No, sweetie."

Carly turned to face John realizing that he hadn't done anything. It had been a mistake. Blood covered his face. Tears came to her eyes as she looked at the blood and it occurred to her that now she, and probably all the girls, would fail the class. He had to be angry.

She raced through an apology, "It was all my fault. None of the girls had anything to do with this. Just fail me."

No longer in a rage to defend Mary, she felt something pressing hard into her crotch. Not realizing what it was, she raised up and squirmed to relieve the pressure. As she did so the tip of John's shaft suddenly lined up with her pussy, which was still wet from eavesdropping at the door, and two inches just popped into her wet slit.

With a look of shock, Carly's sat straight up as she felt herself penetrated. Her eyes closed and opened wide as she felt him slide inside her. Carly let out a long drawn out sigh as she rocked her hips feeling John's erection throbbing partially inside her, "Unhhhhh."

Mary was ready to get off the bed, "Carly, can you let me out of here?" 

Carly didn't move; didn't seem to hear her. 

With a glimmer of suspicion, "Carly, You're not?" Then, seeing Carly rock her hips and the sensuous ripple of her torso, "You are! Carly, you are a complete slut," but she wasn't serious. 

Even though the attack on John had been a mistake, for Mary, it affirmed that Carly had her back, no matter what. She couldn't be angry at her.

The girls standing behind Carly could see her face in the mirror and heard the small moan she let out. One girl leaned in a little closer to Carly and pulled the baggy panties aside far enough to see Johns dick partially inserted in Carly's pussy.

Releasing the leg of the panties, "They're doing it!"

Giving up on assistance, Mary squirmed her way off the bed to stand by the rest of the girls who were staring in awe at the mirror in front of Carly.

They could see every twitch of her lips, the small twists of her head, and her excited and erect nipples standing at attention through her thin nighty.

None of them had ever watched anyone fuck in plain view. They weren't voyeurs but this show just happened. Oh, they had heard through dorm walls as roommates had become loud during sex sessions, but this was real; very real. None of them could take their eyes off the pair on the bed.

As it turned out, neither listening to real sex nor watching porn videos produced anything like the sensation they were getting now while watching Carly, a good friend, riding a hard dick cowgirl style five feet in front of them. Watching proved to be very arousing. As Carly rode John, several hands found their way into moist panties.

There wasn't a dry pussy in the apartment as the possibility of being fucked by John was looking better, no longer the onerous debt that had been hanging over them. 

After her initial shock of getting unexpectedly speared, Carly calmed enough to get a good look at Johns face. "I am so sorry. Let me get a washcloth," and started to dismount.

John's hands at once slid up her thighs to her hips to hold her in place. He looked into her eyes, "If you try get off before you finish this, I just might fail you," and he rocked his hips enough to put another inch of himself into Carly. 

Carly groaned a low satisfied groan, "Ummmm, ok," and clinched her teeth as John penetrated her even further.

After a short pause, she reached down for the tail of her nighty. This she snaked up over her body leaving her naked except for the baggie panties which weren't covering much and had been no protection at all.

John was awestruck at Carly's body. Her breast were not large, B cups by his estimation, but were firm with big areolas and perky nipples, which were hard and standing up proudly. Her breasts weren't her only assets. She had nice abs. Not the 6 pack that John had, but sexy bulges in all the right spots. He could tell that she worked for this body. It wasn't just an accident of her youth. 

There was plenty to lust for in this apartment, 10 beautiful young and nearly willing girls, but Carly stirred feelings he hadn't felt in years. 

John's hands roamed from her hips to her tummy and then slid on up her body to her breasts where they stopped and explored. Unlike when he and Mary had been testing their pain and pleasure thresholds, Carly's breasts were treated to gentle exploration as he squeezed her mounds tenderly and then squeezed hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. He squeezed enough to get her attention, but not enough to hurt.

As his hands plied her breasts, the little pilot light which had been keeping her pussy warm suddenly turned on like the burner on a gas stove. Her pussy, which had been lukewarm, was simmering on its way to a boil. 

While John's hand were caressing Carly's breasts, she took a corner of her nighty and began carefully wiping at the blood on John's face. She was trying her best not to hurt him any more than she already had. 

As she wiped, she lowered herself further onto John's spear. As she did so John was treated to that awesome feel that all men get as their shafts sink to the hilt into a woman's pussy. Carly felt the same way.

At this point, Carly was so distracted by what Johns stiff rod was doing to her, she could no longer focus on wiping the blood away and her efforts became occasional and then dwindled to nonexistent. She shut her eyes, moaned a low satisfied moan. Her chest began to heave as she luxuriated in the feel of John's throbbing erection inside her pussy and the gentle caressing of her breasts.

When she had consumed every inch that John had to offer, both of them gave in to the urge to go deeper and forced their hungry crotches tightly together. Feeling the full heat of desire, both grunted as they tried for that last bit of penetration.

Soon, Carly rocked her hips, rhythmically moving John's stiff dick in and out of her pussy. To avoid allowing her to accidentally slide completely off his erection, John grabbed her ass pulling her hips toward him. 

Soon, Carly's breasts tightened into hard knots as she felt herself getting close to an orgasm. As she got closer, she rocked her hips ever faster, finally placing her hands behind her on John's knees to allow her to thrust herself harder and deeper onto John's rod which felt like it was on fire in her pussy. 

John was nearing the same precipice and thrust himself into Carly, raising his ass a foot off the bed with each thrust with Carly riding on top of him trying not to be bucked off. 

Soon Carly was wailing, "Unhhhh... unhhuh...," as her pussy began the spasms of an orgasm. The muscles of her pussy were grasping John's dick, squeezing it tightly. The first time her pussy clamped down on John's dick, it began a series of hard contractions that sent jets of cum into Carly. Her pussy felt each of his squirts and responded with contractions of its own. Long minutes passed before their orgasms subsided.

With her chest heaving and emotionally drained, Carly, careful to not lose John's dick, lowered her torso to rest her breasts on John's chest. As her breast flattened themselves to John's body, he wrapped his arms around her and held her. It was some time before she would even think about moving off John, oblivious to the audience that had stood silently having watched the hottest sex they had ever seen.

Mary was impressed with John's staying power, but wasn't sure how much longer he would last. Two times was the most a guy had ever been able to fuck her without some down time. This was John's what? Third or fourth fuck, including shooting his load. His semen was still oozing out of her own pussy and he had gone straight from her pussy to Carly's. No rest. She'd seen the look on Carly's face as she had been plowed by John and knew that Carly wasn't the only one to cum. She had read it in the satisfaction on Carly's face. John had cum as well.

She walked around the bed and whispered to Carly, "Would you be ok if we let Beth have her turn? I don't see how he can last much longer and Beth will be disappointed if she doesn't get her turn. I think she's already started without him."

"Started without him? How could she..." Then it dawned on her what Mary meant. Locating Beth at the door, she could see that she had a hand in her panties and was slowly rubbing herself.

Still impaled on John's manhood, she called to Beth, "Ok, you can stop playing with yourself and have the real thing."

She started to dismount, but John didn't appear to be ready to let her go. He lifted his hips a couple of times, forcing inches of himself into her still receptive pussy.

"Ok. OK. Stop that John." Her body shuddered as she fought the almost overwhelming urge to slide back down on him and start over. She fought it and lifted herself off his erection, a process that took a lot longer than you might think. When she was finished, she leaned down, opened her mouth, and gave John a sloppy wet kiss. "I'll be back later to apologize properly and I expect you to be ready!"

Mary replied, "You can fuck his brains out all night if you want, but I think Beth's hurting."

She whispered to Beth, "You should get started soon. I'm surprised he's lasted this long. Don't give him a chance to cool off. If he does, he won't be worth a damn until morning, maybe all weekend. And be gentle with his balls. I'm pretty sure they're sore." As the author of his pain, Mary would know.

"I can always get a man hard any time I want," Beth replied as she reached down and gave John's stiff dick a squeeze. "Doesn't look like I have anything to worry about, but just to be safe, let's get started. You have had a busy day."

She got on her knees, pushed his legs apart, and positioned herself between them. "Can't have you going limp before you get the best blow job you've ever had." With that, she leaned down, opened her mouth, and sucked in the head of his dick still wet with juices from Carly's pussy.

John was surprised. He hadn't expect what she was doing or how forward she was, nothing bashful about Beth. She hadn't even wiped it off. Soon, the only thing on his mind was Beth's mouth on his dick. He had had a lot of blow jobs, but Beth was right. This could be the best.

John sat back and allowed Beth's mouth to work its magic on his stiff member. She seemed to know everything that a woman could do to a man's dick with her mouth. She also seemed ready to try them all.

Teeth are normally a no-no in oral sex. Beth used them to great effect applying sufficient pressure to produce pain, enough pain to get John's attention while not seriously injuring him. He jerked upright a couple of times as she gnawed at his erection. 

She was also unbelievable at hoovering, sucking so hard at times that it was painful. He wondered if he could get a hicky on his dick. Beth knew it was time to ease off the suction when he flinched too much or if she tasted blood. All the while, her fingers squeezed, stroked, and twisted at his shaft. 

After what felt like 10 minutes, Beth tried a new trick. She began slowly inching his rod further into her mouth. As it reached the back of her throat, she gagged. 

Red faced, she backed off. Looking directly into John's eyes, "Don't worry, you won't hurt me but it will take me a while to get past the place where I gag. Once I'm there, I'll finish you off."

She took him back in her mouth and began repeating the attempt to swallow his entire length. The first few times ended like the first with Beth gagging and pulling off red faced. Each time she had forced his long stiff dick a little further. 

Finally, as if giving up, Beth stood, "I'm not going to be able to do it in this position." But she wasn't giving up. Instead, she laid on the bed, on her back, allowing her head to hang over the edge providing a straight path from her mouth to her throat. 

She ordered John, "Get up. You're going to have to do the work now. You know what I want."

John was impressed with Beth's tenacity. In a few seconds he was standing over her head with his erect dick pointing at an eager mouth. She opened wide and John pushed his dick forward into her mouth slowly waiting for the gag that would be his cue to back off and repeat.

Feeling John was being too tentative, she pushed him off, grabbed his ass with both hands and ordered, "Harder!" With Beth controlling his penetration of her throat, she gagged a couple more times. Suddenly, everything must have been right and Beth pulled his crotch to her face with force until his balls rested against her forehead and her lips were against his crotch, unable to go further. 

One last time, Beth backed off, "Ok, finish it now. Go until you cum."

None of the girls had ever seen oral sex like this. At first, they had been standing back a discreet distance. But now, they had all gathered around the end of the bed to see every detail as Beth mastered John's dick. They could see the swell of her neck each time John hunched his dick into her mouth and beyond.

Once Beth had completed the initial throat fuck, nothing seemed to be too much for her.

After a series of pumps, which became furious as John got closer to blowing his load down her throat, Beth could feel that he was ready. She backed off until just the slick purple head was in her mouth, sucked hard one last time, causing John's dick to jerk forcefully in her mouth.

If he had had any semen left, Beth would have gotten a wonderful mouth full. As it was, she felt the glory of his erection rewarding her efforts, but no cum!

When John was done, she looked from Mary to Carly and complained, "You two drained him completely! I hardly got a drop in my mouth. That's it. I'm going first tomorrow!"

After repositioning herself on the bed, "We're not done. I like to finish with a good fast fuck."

As he crawled up the bed between her legs, he realized that he had let her down. It wasn't the first time he'd shot his load in a girl's mouth but it was the first time one had complained that he hadn't shot enough cum in her mouth. He proceeded to fuck her hard for 10 minutes. His dick, with no juice left, went through the motions of cumming several times as he forced it to make amends. As long as it was hard, and she needed it, he'd give it to her.

He felt Beth's body tense and thrash a couple of times as she was racked with intense orgasms which were accompanied by loud moans that were probably heard by the neighbors.

She wrapped arms and legs around him locking him inside her until she felt his dick begin to shrink and slide out of her.

She released him and in a tone that said his performance was barely passable, "That was ok, but I expect you to do better," and rolled him off and stood up, preparing to go take a much needed shower. John stood up with her and shrugged at what had apparently been a subpar performance on his part. 

The girls couldn't believe she was disparaging that performance. Both of them had been spectacular.

Beth had had 3 orgasms during the session and hadn't realized the toll they had taken on her. As she started to walk, her legs buckled. The only thing that kept her from falling was John's quick reflexes and strong arms. He caught her with arms around her torso, one hand cupping a breast.

With a strong hand squeezing her breast, in a low voice not meant for anyone to hear, "Oh shiiittt that was good!"

It hadn't been as low as she planned and every girl in the apartment cracked up laughing at her.

Even John snickered, "You had me going there. I thought I was losing my touch."

Standing nearby, looking at a limp and shrunken dick, Carly said, "Well, you have lost something. He's not Iron Man after all."

*****

To be continued.