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Body Comfort Day Ch. 01

By: MatthewVett



Two heads poked into my door.

"Hi Matthew!" yelled Maria, as she walked into my room, her generous bosom bouncing hypnotically with each step. "Have I ever told you you're my bestest friend?" she asked curiously.

I sighed with mock exasperation. "What do you two want?"

"Nothing," replied Stephanie, stepping in behind her friend and coworker. She smiled as innocently as a cat playing with its prey, but even so, it lit up her face beautifully. I couldn't help but smile as well. I had had a crush on her since we had met over two years ago, at college orientation. Imagine my delight when I found out I would get to see her every day, since we were both RAs this year, along with Maria, for the same dorm. Both girls had frequented my daydreams in our time together, and I often caught myself fantasizing about them during our meetings instead of paying attention. It didn't help that Maria was brazenly flirtatious, often going braless, bending over in front of me, or commenting on my hardness during hugs, even in front of Stephanie, making her blush as red as a rose. Even so, it hadn't escaped my notice that after Maria's announcement that I was erect during a goodbye hug, Stephanie would often linger longer and tighter with her own.

"Although..." Maria began, "we wouldn't mind if you would promise to help us for a dorm event we're gonna plan for Body Comfort Day coming up... It's Sunday, and we need some help still." She smiled widely, batted her green eyes, clasped her hands behind her back and stuck out her chest. She could have asked me to donate a kidney. I probably would have at the sight of her pert D cups straining against the tight, black sweater she was wearing.

I hmmmed for a few seconds, not trusting myself to make English sentences until some blood returned to my brain, before finally responding. "Well...will I get a special reward...?"

They both grinned and Stephanie answered, "Of course! So will you do it?"

I held up both hands in surrender. "If it means that much to you, I'll do it for you two. Just tell me what I can do to help."

"Well we're going to work on snacks for it Saturday. Just come by the prep room at, like, threeish?" instructed Stephanie. "Is that OK with you?" I nodded and she replied, "Great! See you then!" 

Maria walked up and gave me a tight hug, gently sashaying her hips back and forth against my stiff cock. "Ooooh!" she cooed, linking her hands together behind her back and pulling me tightly against her, preventing me from escaping. She continued to softly grind against me for a second before commenting, "You're really hard today. Bye Matthew!" and breaking the hug.

After that, Stephanie came forward with a sympathetic look on her face for the embarrassment Maria had just caused me and gave me a softer hug, although still tight enough for me to feel her press herself against my still-stiff crotch ever so subtly. The thought of her feeling my excitement, feeling my desire for her, gave me a wicked thrill, and I gently squeezed her a bit closer against me. I was rewarded with a slight gasp that fled her lips before she could regain control. I smiled to myself and we parted, a slight blush leaving her cheeks, and she turned to go, bidding me goodbye as she did. Maria and Stephanie walked out the door, their ample assets swinging back and forth like two skirt-clad metronomes on their way out. I sat there staring until they were out of sight before standing up, locking the door, and reaching for the nearby hand lotion.

I unzipped my fly, reached into the straining fabric of my boxers, pulled out the hard, pulsating organ within, spilled some lotion into my palm and began to slowly work my hand up and down the shaft, lubricating it in preparation. I placed one hand at the base to steady my cock, and with the other I patiently worked my way up and down its curved length. I tightened my grip, squeezing firmly as my hand reached the glans, pumping the shaft steadily as I let my imagination roam free.

I imagined Stephanie and I lying in bed completely naked, wearing nothing but each other's arms. Her straight black hair hid her big, beautiful, brown eyes seductively. Our lips met passionately and repeatedly, unable to bear being apart. No sooner had we separated than our mouths sought their partner out anew. Our hands roamed adventurously. Mine found her toned ass, spanked her, made her moan wordlessly, made her sigh with pleasure. Hers wandered towards my dick and felt my hardness as she gasped in pleasantly impressed surprise.

I imagined impaling Stephanie upon my rigid cock, watching her petite tits bounce jubilantly as she rode my cock to wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her plum colored lips parted as she moaned my name loudly without inhibition or restraint, unable to contain her pleasure. My hands squeezed her breasts, caressed them, massaged them in circles as I held her pebble-hard nipples between my middle fingers and pointers, softly pinching them rhythmically. 

Every bump as my individual fingers passed the crown of my dick brought a spike in pleasure. The orgasmic tide growing deep within me grew higher and higher, my heart raced, my hand was now a blur as I jerked my cock to climax. I changed my grip so put more pressure on the underside of my shaft just beneath the head, where I was most sensitive. My head tilted back and my lips opened reflexively as I neared my goal. An irresistible warm tingling grew inside the tip of my dick. I knew the end would come soon. Any sort of complex fantasy I might have imagined vanished and all I could focus on was the simple thought of Stephanie. Suddenly I felt strong convulsions from my balls as I watched my cock tremor, shooting out four jets of creamy-white cum across the room. I exhaled loudly, glad for the blessed relief. Semen began to drip from me as I exhaustedly slowed my manual motions, panting heavily while bathing in a warm afterglow of satisfaction, thoughts of Stephanie still on my mind. I weakly grabbed a tissue and began to dab at my newly flaccid penis, wishing that my reward would in some way resemble my fantasy.

*****

I knocked on the door of the prep room, inhaling deeply the smell of chocolate coming from inside. After a moment's pause, the door opened, revealing Maria wearing an apron, a smile, and seemingly nothing else. I glanced down at her chest threatening to flow out of her apron. Although her cleavage was hidden by the thin fabric, which, I noticed, did little to hide how erect her nipples were as they poked easily through the apron, the firm, ivory flesh of her breasts was exposed on the sides, and she looked one sudden movement away from falling out the sides. I hoped for an earthquake, regardless of our East Coast location. She noticed my gaze and greeted me. "You're here! Nice outfit, huh?" She spun around, confirming that, yes, she was only wearing an apron. I caught only a glance of her behind, but its smooth curves lingered in my mind. "We've just been making some chocolates for Sunday." She pointed behind her at Stephanie working at the table. "Steph's working on banana centers for the chocolate penis bars we're making. That's what you're helping with," she informed me with a sly grin. 

I looked down the room at Stephanie. Her beautiful eyes that lifted up at the edges, those distinctly Asian eyes that had first drawn me to her, were intently focused on her hands. Her hands were carefully paring down a banana, making it slightly skinnier and shorter, presumably to make it fit better into the "penis bars," whatever those would end up being. My own eyes were soon intently focused on her mouth, where she was currently holding a thick banana. Her lovely lips were wrapped tightly around it, holding it in place. They formed a perfect O encircling that lucky banana. Her cheeks sank in and out as she softly sucked the shaft. My boxers immediately tightened as I felt my dick growing in response to seeing her fellate her food. She finally noticed me, looked up, and waved happily. She tried to say something before realizing that her mouth was still full. She hurriedly pulled the banana out of her mouth as her cheeks flushed the color of a ripened peach. My heart skipped a beat and ached. What had I done to deserve such delectable torture? "Come see what we've made so far, Matthew," she said, signaling me over.

Maria walked in front of me as we went over, and I took the opportunity to study her ass in finer detail. I hadn't realized she was as well-endowed behind as she was in front. My gaze followed her thick thighs up to her behind, lingered on her curves, and finally came to a rest contentedly studying her cheeks. With each step one quivered and jiggled slightly. I had to hold my hand still to keep it from reaching out and spanking her. I settled for pretending not to notice she had stopped. I kept walking until I bumped into her, pressing the hardness of my cock against the softness of one cheek while "accidentally" grabbing her other cheek. 

"Sorry," I hastily apologized, but Maria just winked at me and told me not to worry. I looked down at the chocolates on the table already and bit my lip. They were chocolate breasts, about two inches across, and rendered with erotic detail. Even a faint line separating the areola from the rest of the breast was visible, while the nipple proudly poked skyward. I picked one up and asked, "Can I try one? They look wonderful."

Maria turned to Stephanie, who looked at me, smiling proudly, and responded. "Of course. I designed those, actually."

I bit into it and tasted. It wasn't solid chocolate, as I had first imagined, but was a truffle, filled with a fruity ganache. Raspberry, perhaps? "Mmmm!" I exclaimed. "They taste as good as they look! How did you manage to carve it with such detail, Steph? I'm really impressed."

Her eyes briefly flashed down as her teeth sunk into her lower lip and a faint cinnamon spread across her cheeks. Her eyes lifted up to return my gaze as she explained, "Actually, you should be impressed with Mother Nature. She designed them."

Maria noticed my puzzled look and elaborated. "They're hers," she said as she snuck behind Stephanie and grabbed her petite breasts boldly for emphasis as Stephanie sharply inhaled in shock. I looked down at the truffle in my hand, perfectly-formed, then at Stephanie's perky chest, and then at her blushing face.

"It's true," Stephanie confirmed. I used the 3-D scanner and printer over at the lab last week. I just scanned my...self, shrunk it down to the size I wanted, printed out a plastic copy, and used that to make silicone molds for chocolate." Her eyes flickered down to her chest and back up at my eyes. "You really think they look wonderful?" she asked with a tinge of hope in her voice.

I gulped and stared at her chest, thinking to myself. "I can't believe she made a mold of her own breasts for this." I looked down at the chocolate. "And I can't believe how great they look. God, what I wouldn't give to be able to put the original in my mouth..." I opened my mouth, "Ya, they look great, Steph. I, well, I had no idea you were so...so...beautifully-endowed." She blushed and meekly thanked me before returning to her work. I turned to Maria and asked, "So what am I doing?"

She wiped her hands off on her apron, picked up a plastic tube, and strode purposefully toward me. Nervous, I looked over to Stephanie for moral support, but her eyes were fixed downwards. Maria motioned for me to sit down, and when I had, got down on her knees, resting an arm on each of my thighs, and giving me an excellent view down the top of her apron, at the deep crevasse of her cleavage, inviting my hands, my lips, my cock into it. I looked back up to Maria's green eyes and saw her smiling back at me with ruby red lips. "You," she began, holding up the tube, "are going to provide the mold for the penis bars."

I blinked twice. I wondered what she meant, and feared I already knew. I thought to how Stephanie had made the molds with her own body... She continued, "So what we need you to do, is stick your hard-on into this here tube for about ninety seconds until the mold sets. Can you handle that, big boy?" She looked up into my worried eyes. "Aww, I know what you need: a little fluffing," she teased. I was speechless. I could only watch as she dropped the tube and started rubbing my lap with one hand as she unzipped my fly with the other. She undid the button. She slid down my khakis. My hard-on had formed an enormous salient in my boxers that pulsated with every one of my hurried heart beats. She traced the shaft infuriatingly slowly several times before pulling down my boxers and freeing my tormented manhood. It bounced up the moment the waistband passed it, and Maria's eyes bounced with it, focused on its smooth, engorged head.

She reached out and grasped the shaft firmly, still eyeing her prize. I squirmed in her grip, but I knew I didn't want to escape my fate. She opened her lips, formed then into an O, licked them tantalizingly, slowly moved in, and stopped. I gasped. Why had she stopped? She reached up and brushed the hair out of her face, looked up at me, stared deeply into my eyes and smiled. My cock spasmed in her hand, begging her to wrap her lips around it, to take it inside her, to let it cum. She looked down, leaned in again, and then said, "Well, I think you're hard enough." She pulled back, picked up the tube, and fitted it onto me as I silently whimpered, cruelly denied my pleasure. I looked at her helplessly, but she didn't notice. "Just hold that there for about a minute and a half, and I'll come back to get it." She stood up and walked away, the sight of her bare ass producing another spasm inside me. I sat there, throbbing away inside the tube, breathing heavily, trying both to maintain my erection and prevent myself from cumming inside the tube as I waited for Maria's return.

After an eternity, she came back from putting the finishing touches on Stephanie's breast truffles and slowly pulled the mold off my cock. She held up another tube and explained, "We need multiple molds so that we can make enough snacks. Ready for another round, tiger?" I could only nod weakly. She smiled and licked her lips. "Well," she started, "since you're such a good boy, you deserve a treat." My eyes opened as well as her mouth. She pushed her orange-red hair out of her face and took my dick into her mouth. She watched my face as she inched her lips across the head until she reached the crown and stopped. Her tongue swirled around me. She stroked the underside of my shaft with the tip of her tongue. She worked her way down the rest of my shaft, taking it inside her lips, until she reached the base. She began to hum deeply, and the vibrations worked their magic. I tussled her hair and caressed her cheek, trying to congratulate her on a job well done. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. My hips bucked against my will. A moan escaped my clenched jaws. 

She stopped. I felt stabbed, betrayed. I looked at her in hurt confusion as she released my cock from its pleasant prison with a gentle exhalation and once again fitted the plastic tube onto it. I looked at Steph, who had been distracted from her work, and saw a look of envy on her face, whilst her moist forehead, red cheeks, and lips formed into a replica of Maria's own suggested she had been imagining herself in Maria's position. I desperately wished she would prepare me next time. I felt ashamed for enjoying myself in Maria's mouth with Stephanie nearby, especially since I liked her, but it felt so good that I knew I would gladly do it again and again. I held the tube on me, waiting, wondering whether Stephanie truly liked me, or if I were only projecting my own feelings onto her. Maria walked back over again, slid off another mold, and licked her lips.

She was much more aggressive this time. One hand pumped my shaft while she forcefully moved her mouth up and down my head as she slurped and sucked with evident enthusiasm. Her tongue lapped at the underside of my cock as the circle of her lips enveloped me. Her cheeks bulged slightly as I filled her mouth. She pulled back and released my cock, moaning in delight, before she rested it on her lower lip. Then, while staring up at me, she flicked the tip of her tongue across my head as fast as she could. The pleasure was unbearable. All I wanted was sweet release. I reached down to try to finish myself off, but she pushed my hand aside and deep-throated my cock again. I was only a short while from orgasm when again, she stopped suddenly, and she fitted me with another tube, smiling devilishly all the while. "I'll be back, hot stuff," she informed me, standing up and walking away. I could only watch in impotent rage as she left, my balls aching at this unceasing torture.

And so it went, until six molds had been completed. Maria removed the sixth mold from my tortured cock, and I bet my lip as she began her work anew. She impaled herself upon my painfully hard cock, fucking me with her mouth, bobbing her head up and down rapidly. Her eyes never broke away from mine. Her loud slurps seemed to echo across the room. Her cheeks sunk in and filled out in succession as she sucked the shaft. I felt myself cross the point of no return and felt a combination of excitement, relief, embarrassment, and fear. I dug my fingernails into her shoulders. I cried out loudly, wordlessly, an animalistic utterance. Powerful waves of pleasure coursed through my whole body as I orgasmed, emptying myself into her. Her eyes widened in surprise as the first spurt of cum gushed into her mouth, but she simply flared her nostrils and began sucking down my semen. She mmmmed as my cock pulsated inside her. Seven, eight, nine loads of cum burst forcefully out of me before the pressure began to ease. My jaw was slack. I breathed out and in with staccato breaths. 

As my brain began working again, I looked over at Stephanie. She was mesmerized at the show she had just witnessed, and was licking her lips hungrily, her eyes tightly focused on my lap. She was leaning forward slightly, as if to take me into her mouth from her position across the room. Her work on the snacks had entirely ceased. Her left hand was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, while her right hand disappeared down her jeans, a wiggling bulge visible through the fabric: she was masturbating! to me! I sat transfixed, barely noticing as Maria finished up downstairs, gently sucking my cock, swallowing every last drop of my cum, her eyes closed as she focused on her job. The performance finished, Steph came out of her trance and became aware that she was not only an audience, but being watched herself. She pulled her hand out of her panties, a slight sheen of moistness visible on her fingers, and jerked her head down, avoiding my eyes, her tan face made rose with exertion and arousal, her cheeks made fire engine red with embarrassment. She was trembling in her seat, and as she began working again, her hands shook and shivered. Just as Maria's attentions began to hurt my sore member, she stopped and released me, licking her lips clean with delight.

"Didn't know you were enjoying yourself that much, Matthew," she exclaimed as she got back onto her feet. She looked down at my limp, but very happy, penis and frowned. "Guess we'll make do with the molds we have. By the way..." She leaned in close to me and whispered into my ear, "You taste delicious. I'd rather suck your cock than these chocolate dicks we're making any day." She pulled back and I felt my cheeks aflame. As she walked back to Steph's table, I hurriedly pulled up my boxers and pants and joined them, sitting down next to Stephanie, who was still blushing from before.

"So...Steph. Um, can you show me what I can do to help?" I asked awkwardly. I wasn't yet sure how she felt about me cumming down Maria's throat. Heck, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. It had felt great physically, but I would have preferred Stephanie bringing me to orgasm.


Body Comfort Day Ch. 01



Stephanie looked up at me with her dark chocolate eyes, batted her lashes, and all worries left my mind. We smiled together, and my heart missed a bit. She took one of the tubes in her hand that had so recently held me, but which was now filled to the brim with chocolate and had a popsicle stick coming out of the top. She held it up for me to see. "This is the first one I started. I put some melted chocolate in the bottom, let it cool enough to support the banana cores I was working on earlier, put that in, and then poured the rest of the chocolate around it. I got some equipment from the lab," she gestured to a series of clips on metal dowels, "to hold to stick still while the chocolate hardens, erm, while it cools." She bit her lip at her mistake, and the cute gesture, such a huge contrast from her lustful face mere minutes before, made me sigh. My heart hurt. All it wanted was for me to kiss her, but I couldn't. I didn't want to force her into anything; I didn't want her to reject me: it would hurt too badly. She grabbed the popsicle stick and wiggled it back and forth, freeing the candy from its mold. "This one should be just about done. I started it as soon as you..." she paused, searching for the right way to continue, "made the first mold for me."

The chocolate released from the silicone around it and Steph pulled it out to examine it. It was a perfect replica of my own manhood: the long, thick, slightly curved shaft, the huge but smooth head that every previous girlfriend had commented on admiringly. I could even make out individual veins on its surface. It looked as though someone had simply painted my own penis with chocolate. I was in awe. When Steph saw it, she breathed in sharply and mouthed a silent "Wow." "It umm...looks...really good, Matthew. Don't you think? Is it...accurate?" she said in fits and starts.

I took it from her and turned it around. It was damn accurate alright. "Ya, it looks perfect," I confirmed. "Great job!"

She blushed and modestly replied, "Thanks, but I couldn't have done it without you." She giggled and took the candy back from me. "So you can help me make these. Maria's going to be working on other snacks. I think she wanted to make fruit salad." She gestured to Maria, who was currently bent over a table cutting strawberries, her bottom poking out behind her. I looked at her for a few seconds longer than necessary, enjoying the view, before returning my attention to Stephanie.

I watched what she was doing with the molds and tried to mimic her as best I could. It was easy work, but time-consuming. I enjoyed it, though. I got to be near Stephanie, and it was thrilling to watch her handle a chocolate copy of my cock. She spent more time inspecting them than I thought was necessary, and I felt proud of myself and my manhood. As Maria prepared other dishes, Stephanie and I talked at our own little workstation.

"How are your classes going this semester, Stephanie?"

"I'm really enjoying them, actually. My chemistry class is interesting, and I'm doing a lot of work at the lab, so a lot of what we go over helps out there. I think I'm starting to really understand the work they have me doing." She smiled and continued, "I like thinking that I can contribute to the project intellectually, not just physically. Do you know what I mean?" I nodded in agreement. "I'm also taking this interesting English class for my literature elective called 'Desire.' We read a lot of interesting stuff. Like, we just read Plato's Symposium."

"Oh, I really liked that one! Aristophanes's story was my favorite. It's a little silly, but romantic. Quixotic, ya?"

She smiled at me and replied, "That was my favorite, too. I didn't know you were such a romantic," she teased me, giggling and gently elbowing my side. "So what else did you like about Symposium?"

I thought about it briefly. "Well, I'm really into history, so it's cool, to me, to read about these historical figures and their ideas about concepts like love. I mean, it's probably mostly myth and legend, but he wrote while these guys were alive, so it couldn't have been completely and totally wrong."

"Oh, that's right, you're Mister History! Ummm...Germany, right?" she asked.

"Bingo," I replied. "Good job. I just find it really interesting, especially the Hohenzollerns in Prussia. I find it incredible what they could do with what they had. I guess it's the romantic in me," I explained smiling at Stephanie.

We continued to talk for hours as we worked until late. I felt really close to Stephanie by the time I left, and we lingered in our goodbye hug as I went upstairs to my bed for sleep. I stripped down to my boxers, tight after Stephanie's hug, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

**Thanks for reading. Any comments or feedback you can give would be greatly appreciated!**



Body Comfort Day Ch. 02



Her full breasts pressed against my chest, tracing a path with their passionate peaks as she leaned up to kiss me. Her arms reached behind my neck to support her body, now in contact with mine from collarbone to crotch. My cock, already firmly erect, now began to throb desperately, urgently as the friction from her shaved pussy brushing against me worked its magic. A slight moan fled my lips, escaping past our kiss, alerting her to my tortured state, which, with a knowing look and a mischievous smile, she took immediate steps to remedy. 

Again her nipples grazed my chest as she slid down my body, peppering me with kisses on my lips, chin, neck, chest, stomach, before finally reaching the base of my cock. Gripping it with one hand, it quivered in her grasp, pleading to be sucked, begging for it, as she observed it before kissing the head and licking it from base to tip. Hearing me moan again, she finally rescued me, engulfing me in her mouth. Her cheeks sunk in as she began to suck, and my breath became more rapid as she began to lick. My fingernails dug into her shoulders, she swirled her tongue about my dick, I moaned loudly, she slowly brought her lips up my shaft until my entire cock was inside her, the pleasure built within me, higher and higher, until...

I woke up. A hiss steamed through my clenched jaws. My erection slowly porpoised down to tumescence, its existence easily visible from the large bulge it made in my sheets. I slid myself out of bed and felt a slow, hot drip down my boxers as the seminal results of my dream flowed down my leg. Sighing, I made my way to the bathroom and the shower. Slipping out of my moist boxers, I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, thinking about my oneiric lover as the water warmed. Stephanie...what an angel... I couldn't wait to see her again. Today was the event for Body Comfort Day. Steph and Maria had told me a little bit about what they had planned: a sex toy party, snacks, and then another event that they insisted on keeping secret. With any luck it would be a strip tease contest, or something else that would result in a naked Stephanie. I wasn't picky. Her breasts, or at least the chocolate replicas, looked amazing.

Thinking about the real things, I suddenly noticed I was lathering my cock very thoroughly, and I now had a rather impressive hard-on. Well, no point in letting it go to waste... I wrapped my hand around the soapy organ and began to masturbate, thinking of Stephanie's chest. Those round, firm, pert, tan, delicious breasts... Those soft pink nipples that would harden at my touch, at my kisses and caresses... I wanted to take them into my mouth, suck them, lick them, make her moan my name and beg me for more. I wanted to worship her breasts. I wanted to give her orgasms she would never forget, that she would remember on cold, lonely nights when she needed to heat up. I began to stroke faster now. After yesterday, I was in no mood for teasing. I just wanted orgasm and release. I reached down with my free hand and massaged my scrotum as I continued to pump my cock, keeping a firm grip on the shaft and squeezing whenever my hand reached the glans. Soon I could feel the peak coming. I slowed down, but my strokes became more forceful. I was so close. The pleasure built. "Stephanie!" I moaned loudly, as jets of cream left me, splattering against the shower wall, propelled by the pressure of my arousal. I milked the last few drops of cum out of my dick, the warm, fuzzy feelings that followed orgasm already flowing through my mind. I finished my shower quickly and got ready for the party.

*****

By the time I got downstairs, Maria and Stephanie were already setting things up: putting the snacks on tables and moving the chairs into a semi-circle for the sex toy party. I helped them set up, and after a short while, students started filing in, sitting down, talking, and eating. As they came in, everyone got a ticket from Maria. I looked at mine, which read "13," and put it in my pocket. The students seemed impressed by the breast truffles and penis bars. Quite a few of the girls were giggling over them. The sight of so many girls fawning over an image of my cock got me rock hard, a problem not helped once they started sucking on them. At least a dozen girls, all of them fondling my cock lovingly with their mouths. Licking the tip, sucking the head, absent-mindedly thrusting them in and out of their mouths, slathering the shaft with their tongue... I was in heaven watching them. Some of the girls seemed to be practicing their blowjob techniques on them, judging from the way they moved them, sucking and licking. My eyes, and those of most of the boys there, were locked onto their lips as they ate.

Soon enough, the "goddess," one of the salesladies, from Athena's arrived and set up. I mostly just sat in the back next to Stephanie, the two of us exchanging looks at some of the more interesting or strange toys, and laughing whenever the goddess cracked a good joke. One of the demonstrations was rather exciting, though. The goddess, a woman named Trixie, was showing off Nipple Nibblers: this lotion that enhances sensitivity, and has the side effect of making nipples erect. Not sure how it works, all I know is that my ears perked up when she asked for volunteers. Maria jumped up and down, volunteering herself and Steph, the two female RAs. Steph looked panic-stricken, but I encouraged her it would be fun, my mind filled with ulterior motives, and with a bitten lip, she reluctantly agreed. The two disappeared into the bathroom with a bit of the lotion while I moved as close as possible to the front.

Stephanie picked the wrong day to wear a white shirt. Maria came out first, holding both their bras in her hands and her arms outstretched to allow for maximum visibility. She had been wearing a thick, black t-shirt, but she still looked like she was smuggling thumbtacks. I just stared as she did a few poses and shimmied a bit. Looking around the room, I noticed more than one boy whose hand had found its way into their pants, and I have to say, I was tempted to join them.

Then Steph walked out, blushing, her hands covering her chest. She walked over to next to Maria, looking down, her hands not moving. I was beginning to fear she would never relent, but Maria got behind her and pulled her hands away. Stephanie shrieked, but didn't struggle to hide herself again. As I said, her white shirt was a mistake. Not only were her nipples tenting the fabric, showing off her twin peaks of pleasure, but the fabric was thin enough for the darker amber tan of her nipples to show up in contrast against the lighter beige of her breasts. My hand dove into my pocket, and I started feeling up the shaft of my cock as well as I could as my cock tightened and stiffened at this beautiful angel before me. Trixie put an end to it, however, and had everyone give them a round of a hand and sit down, although Maria still held onto the bras. When Stephanie came back to stand near me, I spent every free moment I got trying to look down her shirt, hoping for a clear view of the glory I had previously seen through a fog. She was too tall for me to get a good view down, though, but the hints and promises I witnessed were enough to ignite my passions, and I hoped only for an end to the party so I could be alone with some lotion.

A little bit later, Trixie had us play a game where, without using our hands, we had to pass a dildo from one person to the others, to be held between their legs, and a ball, to be held under the head. I, of course, made sure to stand next to Steph, and to my delight, Maria got on the other side of me. When the toys made their way to Maria, she pressed herself close against me to transfer them to me. Her tits, free from any bra, pressed up against me. It was hard to concentrate on receiving, and as I tried to get into a good position, I accidentally pressed myself against Maria, my crotch flush against hers, eliciting a cheerful "Woohoo!" from Maria when she felt it.

I turned to give it to Steph, and when I remembered that she was braless, I made sure to get chest-to-chest against her as I passed her the ball. I could feel her two nipples, hard as fingertips, poking my chest, and the thought of them made my knees buckle before I could recover. She didn't get close enough to feel my cock, but the sight of me thrusting a dildo between her thighs was more than enough excitement for me. I didn't want to cum in my pants, after all, and the way I was throbbing, there was a chance I would.

The rest of the sex toy party was usual until the end, just before Trixie started to take orders from the college students. Apparently it's customary for the goddess to give out free gifts to whomever invites her, so Maria, Steph and I each got something. Maria got a fairly impressive looking vibrator, that she immediately, loudly, and publicly named "Matthew," to everyone else's laughter and my embarrassment. Stephanie, after Maria whispered into Trixie's ear, received some Happy Penis Lotion, to catcalls and whistles. I received the comparatively tame massage oil, after I explained that I didn't really use toys myself. Trixie was about to start taking orders when Maria stood up and said she was going to raffle off some special gifts.

She pulled up a hat full of tickets, and I remembered the thirteen in my pocket. Maria fished around in the hat, pulled out three small pieces of paper, and called out, "The winners are six, twenty-one, and thirty-two!" Everyone else applauded as the three winners walked up: a tall, black girl, a shorter, well-endowed blonde, and Stephanie. I leaned in intently to see what they would win. Maria handed a long, narrow box to each winner, and I guessed that, considering the sex toy party, they had won some sort of vibrator. What I didn't expect was to recognize the penis: mine.

As the girls opened their gifts, they gasped and giggled, as did their friends, but Steph just blushed and looked from me to the vibrator. Maria sidled up to me and told me, "After you two left yesterday, I made use of some of the molds." She winked at me and continued, "Hope ya don't mind, but I had to share such a nice cock." I smiled with pride until Maria cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "Let's have a round of applause for the man responsible for the penis bars you ate today and the vibrators you lucky girls just won: your RA, Matthew!"

Suddenly every eye in the room was on me. My cheeks burned. The girls who had won the vibrators or who still had penis bars tended to have their eyes focused a little lower than the rest. It was erotic, thrilling even, to be revealed as the source of such an impressive mold, and I had to shift my hands to hide the bulge quickly growing in my pants from the dozens of eyes already staring at my lap. Still, the attention was a little overwhelming, and I was thankful when Trixie loudly informed the students that she was taking orders. Boys and girls walked up alone and in small groups to the assembled examples she had on display, some already with money in hand, as I joined Stephanie and Maria off to the side to chat a bit as the students shopped.

Once everyone was finished buying new toys and lotions, Maria and Stephanie started getting new supplies out of the closet: tarp, lotion, plastic chairs, and tissues. I watched with suspicion as they set everything up, helping to place chairs where directed, as they covered the floor with tarp and set up lotion and tissues amongst the chairs. Once everything was done, Maria stood on a chair and told the students, and me, what was happening.

"In support of Body Comfort Day, we're having a masturbate-a-thon! Stephanie and I have gotten pledges per orgasm, so be sure to tell us how many you have here! The proceeds from this, and part of the profits from the sex toy party today, are going to benefit charities for sex ed, birth control, and contraceptive programs on college campuses, so have fun! It's for a good cause! To get things started, we, your RAs, are going to start!" She waved Stephanie and I over, but I was fixed to the spot in shock until Stephanie pulled me over. She sat me down between her and Maria and smiled as she grabbed a container of hand lotion.

"Need some help getting started?" she asked me kindly, as if we were doing homework problems. Staring at the dark points still drilling through her thin white shirt, I nodded. She leaned in and rubbed my lap. "Well, you're already hard, that's for sure..." Next she unzipped my pants and pulled them down, revealing the massive tent I had produced in my boxers. A round of gasps went through the girls of the room, while the boys were focused on Maria, who was already using her new vibrator on herself through her panties, its buzz nearly deafening.

Stephanie reached down, undid the single button standing between her and my cock, and pulled out my aching organ. She held it firmly with one hand and used the other to pour a line of lotion down the length of my shaft, the coolness of the lotion against the heat of my skin a pleasant contrast. Finally, blissfully, she began to rub the lotion into my skin, stroking me up and down, getting me good and lubricated. She took my hand in hers and guided me up and down my shaft, getting me into a good rhythm with her. When she pulled her hand away, I kept going, oblivious to my audience, caring only for the pleasure I was getting from myself.

Maria had stripped entirely by this point, and was using the vibrator on all of her erogenous zones: her nipples, her pussy, her thighs. The flash of red above her pussy was a pleasant surprise. I never knew she was a fire crotch. Watching her perform, I quickened my pace as I pumped my hand harder. I quickly needed more lotion just to keep up. I saw a few of the boys' attention turn to my left, and when I turned too, I was greeted with a wondrous sight.

Stephanie was not only masturbating, but with her new vibrator. I watched in my awe, my hand temporarily still, as I watched her plunge my cock's latex doppelganger into her tight, shaved, soft Asian pussy again and again. She moaned loudly with each thrust. Her snow white teeth were revealed by her pink parted lips. Her eyes were scrunched shut. Her hand was clawing her chest savagely, her nipples were rock hard, her pussy glistened with her wetness. Her breaths were shallow and rapid. The pace of the vibrator inside her became faster, and her hand went from her nipples to her clit, rubbing it in circles roughly. Her breaths became deeper, her moans louder. She climaxed. She screamed. My hand started back up again and I watched her throes of ecstasy as we continued to masturbate. 

I didn't last long between two such beauties. I had turned in my chair towards her for a better view, and as I felt the cum welling up inside me, I aimed myself at her. I grunted deeply as the first shot of semen left me, flew through the air, and landed on Stephanie's shocked face. The next few spurts hit her tits and stomach, and the last one landed on her inner thigh. She traced a path down her chest with one finger until she reached my glistening, pearly white cum. She ran her finger across it, and slowly, staring into my eyes the whole time, placed it into her mouth, licking her finger clean, loudly mmmmmed, and swallowed. "Delicious," she judged, licking her lips, as she did the same to the rest of my cum on her, hungry for every last drop of me. I only wish I could go again, but I was spent, so I got dressed and watched Stephanie, Maria, and the female students as they participated in the masturbate-a-thon. I tried to remember the look on everyone's face as they climaxed for later masturbatory fantasies, but I spent most of my time watching Stephanie.

Once the masturbate-a-thon had ended and the students had gone back upstairs, ready to go back to their college classes on Monday, I helped Maria and Steph clean up. The tarp had been a great idea, and we decided it was best to just throw it out. When we finished, Maria said her goodbyes, and I walked Stephanie back up to her room. She opened her door, turned to me, and said, "I still owe you a reward for helping us out today..." She grabbed my shirt with both hands and pulled me into her bedroom with both hands, walking backwards and taking off her shoes. "Come here, lover boy," she demanded. I immediately and happily surrendered myself to her.

I slid out of my own shoes hurriedly as we kissed, our arms wrapped around each other, passionately pressing ourselves against each other in our desire to be as close to each other as possible, our desire to be one. I went to unbutton my shirt, but she stopped me, purring "Not yet..." She crawled onto her bed, batted her eyes, and said, "Turn off the lights," her chest heaving as she panted heavily. I found the lights, turned it out, and crept towards the bed, only a shadow of Stephanie still visible in the darkness.

I joined her on the bed and wordlessly we began our passionate embrace anew. I kissed her lips, her ears, her neck as she moaned loudly. My lips peppered her with kisses wherever I found exposed flesh. Her head craned back, exposing more of her sensitive neck to my kisses. When she kissed me back, it felt electric. My lips tingled after our kisses. After our osculatory escapade, she started unbuttoning my shirt. It was almost painful waiting for her to finish, she went so slowly. As she undid each button, she kissed the newly exposed bit of my chest as she rubbed her chest against me. The moment she finished unbuttoning me, I threw off my shirt into the corner and started to return the favor.

She sat up as we continued kissing and held up her arms. I wanted her badly, I had no patience for slowly removing her clothes. I pulled her shirt up over her head, then reached behind her and undid her bra as she moaned appreciatively. As the bra fell off her chest, I gazed down at her beautiful breasts. They were round, they were beautiful, and once I squeezed them, I could guarantee they were firm, too. They were perfect. I massaged them, caressed them, licked them, sucked them. I took her breast into my mouth and gently sucked it, while rubbing her other. I swirled my tongue in circles around her hard nipples. I batted my eyelashes against her sensitive skin. I kissed them and touched them, I couldn't resist them. I had been daydreaming about them ever since I had seen them as truffles the day before. Her moans got louder as I worked her breasts. She clearly appreciated my attention. She bucked her hips against me, grinding herself against my hard cock as I kept stimulating her. Her breaths got deeper and faster. She was reaching a climax. I went faster and harder, thrusting myself against her and locking our lips together. She moaned loudly into our kiss as she orgasmed. Her whole body quivered in my arms. She slowed down. She was exhausted, exhilarated, but hungry for more.

"That felt wonderful," she confided. She leaned in and whispered into my ear, her hot breath against me, "Give me another... I want to moan your name..." I gladly decided to take up her challenge. I unzipped her pants and tugged them off of her. I pulled off her pink socks and threw them into the corner. Only her white panties lay between me and my ultimate prize, but I didn't want to finish yet. She was eager for me, and took off my pants and boxers, freeing my manhood. I climbed on top of her and pinned her down, my hands on her shoulders and my bare cock against the softness of her underwear. Her legs wrapped around me as I started to dry hump against her, kissing her as I did so. I could feel her moistness already seeping through the thin fabric. Her nipples grazed against my chest with each thrust I made against her, and they felt fantastic. I lowered myself down onto her, savoring the feeling of her breasts against my bare chest, and continued to make out with her as we kept bucking and humping against each other. She tore her lips free from mine and screamed my name. "Matthew! Oh god! Matthew! Don't stop! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I was worried we'd be heard, but I also didn't care. I kept going. Harder. Faster. She kept moaning my name, kept panting and screaming. Suddenly I felt her quiver again and her screams stopped. She just lay there, slowly but deeply breathing, catching her breath after such exertion. "Mmmm. You're so good at this," she said.




Body Comfort Day Ch. 02



I smiled. "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself," I teased, pecking her on the lips.

She smirked. "Let me show you how good I am," she bragged as she flipped us over, so that she was straddling me. She kissed my lips and worked her way down. My neck, my collarbone, my chest, my stomach, my...thighs. I gasped in disappointment and looked down into her evil gaze as she smiled back up at me. She started massaging my thighs and lap, taking care to never touch my shaft. She rubbed me, inching ever closer to my cock before backing off again. My dick bobbed up and down with every heartbeat. Yet she still didn't take pity on me. First she began to lavish her attention on my balls. Cradling them in her hand, sucking them, gently rubbing them, doing everything possible to get me excited without touching my cock. Her lips were mere inches away from the head of my dick. I squirmed helplessly in her grasp, whimpering. Finally she relented.

Her fingers climbed up my shaft ever so slowly. I shivered in anticipation. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and held it there briefly, savoring the pulsations that rippled through my cock. Then she began to slide her hand up and down, slowly, squeezing slightly every time she reached the head. "Go faster," I begged, but she kept going as slowly as she could. Up, down, up, down, up, down. Fast enough to give me intense pleasure, but too slow to make me cum, to give me orgasm. She saw my pain, though, and freed me from it.

She stopped rubbing, and as I looked down to find out why, she engulfed the entirely of my cock, her lips tightly wrapped around me, her brown eyes staring into mine. I shuddered as she began sucking and licking me. She wrapped her tongue around my cock, swirling it around my shaft, licking me from base to tip. I softly rubbed her cheek, feeling my hardness through her skin. She sucked my cock hard, eager to have me finish inside her. I rubbed her shoulders in appreciation. She briefly released my cock to catch her breath, and softly purred in delight as her lips hovered mere millimeters above my thick crown. My rigid cock jerked in anticipation, bringing a smile to her face. After a few breaths, she looked up at me, grinned, and wrapped her lips back around me. Her tongue felt fantastic, swirling around me. The pleasure built. The previous teasing made me too sensitive to last very long. I felt the end approaching. "You're doing great, Steph. Don't stop," I pleaded. She smiled with my cock in her mouth and kept going. I reached the point of no return, and told her, "I'm cumming!"

She kept sucking, swallowing each spurt of cum as I ejaculated into her. I lost track of how much I came. I was focusing on the intense look of delight on her face as she swallowed my semen. When I stopped, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and licked it clean from top to bottom, going after every last drop. Once she was finished she crawled up to me and kissed my cheek. "You're delicious, Matthew."

"And you're incredible, Stephanie," I panted. I hadn't realized how tired I was until I had finally orgasmed, but now I was exhausted. I looked down in my arms and saw Stephanie curled up, close to sleep herself. I kissed her and whispered, "Good night."

"Good night, Matthew," she whispered back, and shortly after I heard her breathing change as she fell asleep. With her in my arms, I drifted off to sleep, too, my dreams full of Stephanie and me together.

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