0 comments/ 3889 views/ 0 favorites The Gifts By: da_zi_l I hate the weekends that your job takes you out of town but also know that they are a necessary evil with your company. I had planned a spring-cleaning weekend, you know cleaning the house, mowing the yard, just general busy work and of course missing you, but only after sleeping half the day away. So I was very surprised to have the doorbell ring before noon on Saturday. Swearing and groaning, I stomped my way to the door muttering 'this had better damn well be the neighbors saying they need to use the phone because their fricking house is on fire. I look out the window and see a messenger standing there with three packages, a letter and a clipboard. Opening the door I am less than polite as I take the bundles and scribble my name. There is nothing on the outside of the boxes to signify what this is, who sent it or why so I slit the tape on the letter with my fingernail and start to read. "Dearest Dazi...Sorry about the early wake up, I will make it up to you later...Don't ask any questions just follow the instructions... Grab the boxes and take them to the bedroom...then take the smallest box with you into the bathroom. Oh and honey, I don't want you to orgasm without me. I smile to myself thinking how much I love you and your games. You do tend to spoil me but then I spoil you as well. When I open the box I find candles, bubble bath, body scrub, and another letter. Dazi, I know you are standing there in my ragged old t-shirt, smiling and shaking your head. I wish I were there to help you run the water and light the candles, but since I can't be I want you to pretend that for the rest of the day your hands are mine. I want you to relax, I want you to dream of me all day...all weekend, so that when I get home Sunday evening we can pretend that I never left. Take a long soak, forget about the chores and just have a non-stressful day you deserve it. When you have soaked away an hour or so go open the red box. I do as you say thinking ok if I have to get up early, I guess this is a good reason. I bend over placing the candles around, lighting them, sniffing them. It is kind of a different sent for you to pick out. A heavier sent, more musky, almost a thicker smell if that makes sense. The smell is kind strong but it grows on me, as I reach down to pull off the t-shirt . I pause...laughing... if you were here and my hands are yours then...I slowly slide my hands up under my breasts and lift, you love to lift my breasts, you say that they are the perfect weight, big enough to grab and hold and yet small enough to not have to wear a bra if I am feeling daring. You have never managed to take a shirt off of me without first lifting my breasts, I had never thought about how much it turns me on just that simple act, even if you have no intention of having sex, you will still cup me and lift, usually followed by a quick pluck of my nipples guaranteed to send a ping up and down my body. I finish removing the shirt and step down into the steaming water. I love hot baths, it is one of my guilty pleasures, I can soak hours if I have a good book and a free day. I lay back pulling my hair up off of my neck and lean against the tub... oh this feels good. Somehow you have always known when I needed a non-day as I like to call them. I just drift almost asleep. The water starts to go cold after about forty minutes so I climb out and slowly rub dry with a large fluffy towel. I blow out the candles and walk into the bedroom. I see the red box, a little more rectangular, quite a bit larger than the last one sitting on the bed. Again I slit the tape and lift the lid. I smile; this is clothes and a letter. Dazi...sweetheart you know I love to pick your clothes out when we are together. Pretend that I am sitting in my favorite chair watching you get ready for a night out together, dress up for me baby. I can hear your voice in my head as I read the letter, can feel your arms around me holding me close. I sigh, missing you, but turn to the box. Opening the tissue paper I first lift off a simple pretty waist chain, it is heavy, gold, long. It is beautiful. Then I pull up a stunning black silk wrap dress. Under the dress in the box I find a white garter belt and a pair of silk stockings; that is it. You must have been feeling sexy when you picked this outfit out...Laughing I realize you have left out underwear...oh well. I drop the towel and walk nude over to my dressing table, your favorite chair is just to the side, as I sit down in front of the mirror and reach for my blow-dryer. This is another of those tasks that used to be mundane but after you came into my life became more. You love to sit and watch me dry my long hair; that is as long as I do it naked. My arms lift up to pull the brush through my hair, the noise of the dryer soothing, when my hair is mostly dry, I lift both arms up and gather my hair into a soft loose knot at the neck, leaving a few wisps to curl softly around my face. I don't wear much makeup, you say that you prefer me natural, so all I put on is a light shimmer of eye shadow, a powder, mascara and a pale raspberry lip-gloss. I stand up and face your chair as if you were sitting there and ask you if you approve. I know you would, were you here I would walk over to you to tease you...lean my hands on the arms of your chair and slide my legs along the outside of yours. I love the feel of you fully dressed and me naked in your lap. It makes me feel delicate, vulnerable, soft, woman. I turn a slow circle as if showing off for your then walk over to the bed and slowly slide the garter belt up my legs and over my hips settling it at my waist. The white silk looks decadent against my lightly tanned flesh and the belly chain accents the contrast of colors. I slowly roll on the stockings, bending at the waist my ass towards your chair and connect the clasps to the belt. I slowly stand up and the feel of the silk on my legs and my bare pussy feels so decadent. I wish you were here, The belt is scary sexy, I know that at this point you would not have been able to stop from doing or having me do something sexual. I picture your hands running up my legs, playing with the stays. Having me sit on your lap across the chair. I move to your chair and sit across it, my legs across one of the arms and back leaning into the other. I close my eyes and picture you just holding me your hand sliding up and down those slippery stockings. I can hear your voice in my head as you tell me to turn and sit on the ottoman facing you and to open my legs wide so you can see my bare pussy, so I do. I can hear you tell me to play with my nipples for you, so I start lightly running my fingers over my chest lifting my nipples to your mouth, pulling on my nipples, tugging, pinching for you. I can hear you tell me to lick my fingers and rub my clit. I slide my hand down my stomach as I lightly run my fingernail around my clit. I slide two fingers inside my pussy lips and spread them, opening myself to your view, pulling them tight popping my clit out. I can hear you say pinch it, hard, so I do, and it sends a shiver through my body. I remember you said not to let myself cum so I pull my fingers off my clit and slowly stand up. As I shake my head I walk over and pick up the dress, as I slide into it, I realize it isn't as innocent as I had supposed. It is short, very short the tops of the stockings are just barely covered, when I walk, they will show. The top as I wrap it around is held closed only by a simple belt. I feel even sexier if possible and am starting to figure out you wanted me to really miss you, to be ready to beg when you walked in the door tomorrow. I tie the knot and turn to the final box. It is smaller I assume it is jewelry of a sort. When I open the box the remote to our TV is there. With a small note saying turn it on. I walk to the living room and to my surprise you are standing against the door, with your arms crossed just looking at me, a small smile on your face. All I can do is stand there and smile at you and say you are home. You slowly stand up straight and I run into your arms. I can feel your hard body hot against the thin dress. I lean up to kiss you and you smile down at me and say surprise. I just laugh and shake my head. You ask if I enjoyed your gifts, I shake my head and say yes. You ask if I made myself cum? I say no. You say good. Lets go... I say go where.. you just grin and open the door. To be continued... The Gifts of Hygeia: The Teacher "You have tried so hard Jack Charles." Hygeia said. She sat on the front of his surfboard, both of them bobbing up and down on the waves. "You tried time and again to teach all the women in your family. Tried to teach them to be responsible, to be considerate, to be good and kind. You tried and failed over and over again but...it is not your fault." He was entranced. This woman had swum out of the early morning fog to where he was sitting and waiting for a wave. Somehow she had pulled herself out of the water and up onto his board without dumping them both over. She was beautiful, overhwelmingly so. It almost hurt just to look at her. Dark hair fell around her shoulders in curls, somehow full of body even though she had just climbed out of the water. Her olive skin was smooth and unblemished, her smile warm and inviting. The soft words she spoke rolled over him as her voice soothed away his worries about what was happening. He became lost as he looked into her large brown eyes. They were so deep that he seemed to fall right in and lose sight of everything else. "Not matter how hard you try, some women just can't be helped." Hygeia continued. "The foolish women of your family no longer your responsibility. Your mother and sisters will have to make their way in the world without your unappreciated help. Women like that will want nothing to do with you now." Her hand brushed lightly across his cheek. "Instead you will attract women who want to learn, women who will value your teaching. This is my gift to you." She withdrew her hand from his cheek and slid off the surfboard, slipping soundlessly into the ocean and out of sight. He blinked and took a deep breath, already forgetting that he had seen anyone at all. Lesson 1 "Hello Mr. Charles." said a cheery voice. Jack looked up from where he was waxing his surf board to find two young women standing just outside the gate to his yard. It took him a moment to realize that one of them, the one who had said hello, was Jenny Smalls. He had seen Jenny every summer for the last five years or so when her family came to stay at a beach house a little ways down the street from his own. He typically thought of her as a nice, gangly young girl who maybe got a little taller every year but that image was suddenly wiped from his memory. The girl, no, the woman who stood before him was beautiful and sexy as hell. Her blue and white striped bikini, while covering enough to be mother approved, left no doubt that she was a woman grown. She was tall, probably 5'8" or so and whatever was gangly before had become shapely and toned. Long legs led up to slim hips that flowed into a small waist and a flat, slightly muscled stomach. Her breasts were high and firm, not vert big but just right for her athletic frame. Broad shoulders framed a delicate neck left bare by the auburn hair she had pulled up into a pony tail. "Oh" Jack said, hoping he hadn't been caught leering. "Hello Jenny. That time of year already?" "Sure is." Jenny said brightly. "And you brought a friend this time?" Jack asked, looking at the other girl. "I did!" Jenny excalimed. She grabbed the other girl's arm. "This is my best friend Carla." Carla was quite a bit shorter than Jenny and her bikini, while of a similar style, was bright orange. Her skin was darker than Jenny's and her long, curly black hair fell down past her shoulders. She was softer and rounder than Jenny's atheletic physique, her hips were wider and framed a belly that while still flat, was less defnied. Her breasts were bigger and heavier, clearly being held up by her bikini top. "Hello Carla," He said. "Nice to meet you." "You too Mr. Charles." Carla said with a smile. Just for moment he thought he saw her look him up and down, checking him out, but he decided he must have imagined it. He knew he was not a bad looking guy. His lifestyle had always kept him moving so he was trim and the surfing kept him tan and a little muscled but he was sure he was far too old for a sexy young thing like Carla, or Jenny for that matter, to have any interest in him. "Are you going out?" Jenny asked with a glance down at the surfboard he was working on. "Just came in actually." He said. "Just getting set for the morning." "Ok then." She said, possibly sounding a little disappointed. "Well, we are gonna catch some rays. See you later." "See ya." He said. He went back to waxing his board, or at least pretending to. Mostly he was trying not to be too obvious as he watched the two girls walk away down the path towards the beach. Jenny's athletic ass, prefctly displyed by her form fitting bikini bottoms, flexed and swelled as she walked. Carla's wider hips swayed more dramtically, her fuller and softer ass giggiling a bit with each step. He was trying to decide which one he liked more when Carla suddenly turned her head look right back him, catching him staring. She looked him in the eye and grinned before turing back around. They stepped off the path and diappeared from sight, leaving him to finish waxing his board and wondering what that grin had meant. A few hours later, just about noon, Jack was awoken from a nap by a knocking at his beach side door. Looking out he could see Jenny and Carla waving to him through the glass. "Hello girls." he said as he slid the door open. "What's up?" "Hi Mr. Charles." Jenny said. She seemd nervous, like she didn't know what to say next but Carla nudged her in the side, urging her on. "Can we talk to you for a minute?" He had no idea what this was about but it seemed important to her so he waved them in. The smells of suntan lotion and salt water filled his nose as they stepped past him. They followed him into the living room and took seats next to eachother on the couch while he sat in the comfortable chair he usually read in. "So what's going on?" He asked curiously. Jenny looked at Carla who nodded at her, again urging her on. "Well Mr. Charles," Jenny said. "This is probably going to be my last summer here. At the beach I mean. I'm going to college this fall so I think my life will be a little different when next summer comes around and I probably won't want to go on any family vacations." She fell silent and Carla nudged her again. "Well like I said, I'm going to college...well we're going to college" made a gesture including Carla in the statement. "And well, I don't know what college was like in your day but today a lot of it is about...well...sex." Jack's eyebrows went up in surprise, more at hearing her actually say the word sex than hearing what college was like these days. He had sex in college but reading a few articles about the casual sex at modern colleges had left him wishing he been born about forty years later than he had. "The thing is." Jenny continued. "We've had sex." She again indicated herself and Carla "But it was like in the backseat of a car or at a party or whatever and its always dark and we never really had a chance to see what we were doing or to learn to do it right or anything." Jack waited in silence, still not sure where this was going. "And well, we would like to be a little better prepared before we get there, to college I mean. So we were hoping that you could..." She trailed off, biting her lips nervously. "We were hoping you could teach us some stuff about sex." Carla finished. She sounded a little nervous too but also had that sly grin on her face, the one he'd seen earlier when she had caught him looking at her ass. "We've seen stuff, porn and stuff, but its not that same as real, you know, hands on experience." Jack sat in stunned silence while they sat waiting expectantly for a response. As ridiculous as it seemed to him, he was pretty sure this was actually happening. These two sexy young women we really here in his house asking him to teach them about sex. "Well." he croaked, then cleared his throat. "First things first. Are you both 18?" "Yes." they said in unison. Carla fished around for a minute in her beach bag and came up with two driver's licenses. The fact that they had brought their ID's with them jumped out at him. No one carried ID to go to the beach, there was no reason to. It meant they had brought them to show to Jack and that meant they had planned this ahead of time. He took the licenses, finding that Carla had turned 18 last Decemeber while Jeny's birthday had been just a few weeks ago in April. Satisfied that both girls were of legal age he handed the licenses back. "Well." He said. "What did you have in mind?" "We thought we could start with something easy." Jenny said "Like...giving a blowjob." So far this had all been kind of theoretical but the specific thought of Jenny blowing him was like a slap to the face and Jack felt his cock swell up in record time. He froze, keeping his face blank and trying not to show his shock and sudden arousal. He looked at the two girls for a moment. They were both eager and sincere, he was sure, but they were also obviously nervous and uncertain. He could see that they had come to him because they saw him as an older, more experienced man that could take charge and show them what to do. He was sure he should say no, that there was no way this could be a good idea but he looked at the two vibrant young ladies so eager to learn from him and gave in to desire. He stood up and saw one then the other girl's eyes lock onto the tent his throbbing cock was making in his trunks. "Come and get on your knees over here." he said, pointing to the floor at his feet. Both girls scrambled off the couch, giggling as they settled on their knees. He knew this was his last chance to turn back from this, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, not with the two of them right there, looking up at him with such eagerness in their eyes. "Now take off my trunks." Jenny reached up quickly and pulled at the knotted rope on the front of his trunks while Carla ran a hand up his leg, from his calf all the way up to the top of his thigh. The knot came undone and his trunks loosened. Jenny put both her hands inside the waistband and pulled them down. When they were halfway down his thighs his cock sprang free and boths girls gasped at the sight of him. He took it as a compliment. He knew he was a decent size, not huge but definitely bigger than most. Almost certainly bigger than any man these two had any experience with. They both stared at it, transfixed as it bobbed in the air in front of them. He flexed a muscle, making his cock jump and the girls gasped again then giggled. "You can move it?" Carla asked in surprise. "Mostly just like that." he said, making it jump again. "You've never seen one?" "Not like this." Jenny said "Definitely not like this." Carla said. "Go ahead and touch it." He said. Jenny reached up and put her hand on his cock, out just behind the head while Carla's hand slipped around it down near the base. The feeling of one, then both of their soft little hands wrapped around his cock nearly overwhelmed him and he had to fight to control himself. Coming right when they first touched hm would be a real disappointment for two girls expecting an experienced man. "Its so hot." Jenny said "Oh my god, do you feel it throbbing?" Carla asked her. The pleasure nearly overwhelmed him. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this that he nearly came from the sheer novelty of it. He also knew without a doubt that if either of them put their mouth near his cock right now he would lose it immediately. It would be a huge disappointment fo the two girls, and embarassing for him if he didn't find a way to control himself. WIth a flash of inspiration he decided to embrace the teaching aspect of his role and declare a change in cirriculum. "Since you two are new to this," He said "I think we should push blowjobs back a lesson and start off with the good old fashioned hand job." The girls looked up at him in rapt attention. "First, lets talk about squeezing. A cock is a pretty durable but it can be hurt so don't get too crazy. Also, different men will want different amounts of pressure so you'll need to judge what they like." The girls nodded in understanding. "OK, Jenny, give it a squeeze." Jenny squeezed his cock, so briefly and lightly that he barely felt it. He could see that while she was excited, she was also very unsure of herself. Asking her to squeeze it a little more and a little more was going to take a long time so he decided on a more direct approach. "Tell you what." He said "Start squeezing and slowly squeeze more and more till I tell you to stop." Jenny nodded and slowly tightened her grip and he tilted his head up to distract himself. When it felt just right to him, he told her to stop. He heard both girls giggle slighty then Jenny released her grip and squeezed him again. He looked down as she did it again and saw the girls watching the head of his cock as it swelled when her grip tightened and shrank when she released. "OK, now Carla." He said. "Is down here ok?" Carla asked, squeezing his cock lightly where her hand was down near its base. "That's just fine." He said. Carla's squeeze was much more agressive and she reached the right pressure almost immediately."Right there, that's just right." "Oh, something's coming out." Janny exclaimed. He looked down and saw that pre-cum was starting to leak from the tip of his cock. "Is that cum?" Carla asked. "No." He replied. "That's what is usually called pre-cum. It's for lubrication. It also means its time to move on to the next step: Stroking." He took a moment to steady himself. This was going to get very pleasurable very quickly. "Ok, Jenny." he said "Slide the palm of you hand around to the tip of my cock and smear the pre-cum all around. You want to cover as much of your hand with it as you can." Jenny did as instructed, staring intently at his cock as she slid her hand over its head and smeared the slippery fluid around. "Carla, you need to let go of me for now." He instructed. She released his cock with a disspointed frown and moved her hand to his thigh. "Now Jenny, wrap you hand around me again." Jenny's hand wrapped around him where it had before and gave him a squeeze. "Now, holding me very loosely, slide your hand down to the base." Her lubricated hand slid all the way down till it was resting against his pelvis. "And now all the way back up." Her slid up to just behind the head of his cock. "Those are the basics. Give it a try." Jenny's hand started sliding up and down his cock in a slow steady rythm. He focused his eyes across the room so he could not see the sexy girls on their knees in front of him and tried not to think about the incredible feeling of Jenny's soft hand sliding over the sensitive skin of his cock. "What about speed?" Carla asked. He looked down at her and found her eyes flicking back and forth from his face to his cock. Jenny had a questioning look on her face too. "Well." He said, supressing a groan. "If you want to go for a long leisurely handjob or if it is just foreplay for something more, then you want to go slow and steady like this." He looked down to where Jenny was still steadily stroking his cock. "If you are trying to get a guy off quickly then you want to go fast." "Should I go fast now?" Jenny asked. "No!" Carla exclaimed "I haven't had a chance yet." "That's a good point." Jack said. "Lets switch now." Jenny reluctantly let go of him and he turned a little to the side so that his cock was now pointing at Carla. Biting her lip, Carla grasped his cock and began stroking it. Jenny had slid her hands up and down over the skin but Carla gripped it tightly, sliding the skin up and down the shaft. She also stroked faster than Jenny and it took some effort to hold off and make sure Carla had as much time to stroke him as Jenny had. He had to cut her time short though as he was definitely ready to cum and. Carla's entire focus was on his cock but Jenny looked up at him, delight in her eyes. She was beautiful, her young body all feminine and soft yet fit and strong. He saw that nipples were hard, poking out against her bikini top he was overwhelmed by a desire to cum all over her. He need to come all over Jenny Smalls. "Alright girls." He said as stepped back away from them. Carla leaned forward like she was going to crawl across the floor to get hand back on him but he waved her back. "It's time for me to cum." Both of them made happy girl sounds and smiled at each other in anticipation. He stepped forward, directly in front Jenny. She immediately grabbed his cock and started stroking it again. "This is the other time when you want to stroke fast." He said. Jenny picked up the pace of her strokes almost before he finished talking. "You want to keep stroking even when a man comes. Just keep going untill he stops shooting." Jenny nodded. He was very close now but he had one last thing to say. "A guy can cum a lot of different places." he groaned. "Sometimes you can pick, sometimes he will have something mind. This time Jenny, I want to cum on you chest." "Yeah! Cum on her tits!" Carla said. Jenny rose up on her knees so that her bikini clad breasts were level with his cock, the shape of her nard nipples even more visible. She looked up at him, her eyes full of desire, her lips parted, her cheast heaving as her breath quickened. He swelled and throbbed in her hand she stroked him and he felt his balls draw up under the base of his cock. He was almost there. "Cum on my tits Mr. Charles!" Jenny urged him. He came. He came and came. It felt like buckets of cum were surging up from his balls. Years of pent up sexual need exploded from his cock and splashed onto Jenny. She yelped as the first shot hit high near the base of throat. She let go of his cock in surprise. "Arrgh, keep stroking!" Jack moaned as a second rope of cum shot passed her and hit the couch. Jenny quickly grabbed him and started stroking again. The next spurt landed right between her breasts. A fourth shot landed there, then a fifth. When he stopped shooting Jenny's hands slowed down but kept stroking, squeezing more cum out of the tip of his cock. "Oh my god." Carla said. "Is there always this much?" "Hmm?" he said. He was having trouble focusing. It was all he could do to keep his legs under him as he reeled from the intensity of his orgasm. "I said, is there always this much?" Carla repeated, "This seems like a lot of cums." He looked down to where Jenny was examining herself. Ropes and blobs of thick white cum were plastered all over her chest, covering her from the inside swell of breasts up to her neck. Even he was surprised at how much there was. "It varies." He said distantly. "Depending on the guy and whether he has cum recently." "You must not have cum for a long time." Carla laughed. "It has been a while." He admitted. Jenny was still staring at her cum covered chest. "What does it feel like?" Carla asked her. "Hot." jenny replied, looking up. "Its hot on my skin. And sticky." she held up her cum covered hand and spread her fingers, causing the cum to stretch between them. "Oh my god." Carla said. He knew he would never forget this image, this beautiful girl smiling at up him with her chest splatted with his cum. Even as spent as he was his cock twiched as if pleading for more of her attention. "Umm, what do I do about this?" Jenny asked, running a finger through the cum between her breasts. "I'll get you a towel." He said, setting off for the kitchen on wobbly legs. Returning a few minutes later he found the girls with their heads close together. One of them whispered something and they both broke into giggles. "Here you go." he said, handing Jenny the moist towel. "Thanks." She said. She set about mopping up the cum, having to make several passes to get it all, then thoroughly cleaned her hand. "Its really sticky." The Gifts of Hygeia: The Teacher "So that's basic handjobs." He said. "That was great Mr. Charles" Carla said. Jenny "hmmd" in agreement. "But I didn't get a chance to get cummed on." A little pout appeard on her face A few minutes ago all he could think about was coming on Jenny and he thought that would be then end of this but he saw new possibilities now. He could certainly think of more lessons to teach and he didn't want to leave Carla feeling disappointed. Looking at her big tan breasts tied up her orange bikini top he definitely wanted to come all over them too. "Well," he said. "If you girls come back this evening we can continue this lesson and I can come on you then Carla." "Really?" Carla asked excitedly. He nodded. "That would be great Mr. Charles." Jenny said with a smile. The two girls gathered up their beach things, waved goodbye and went out the way they had come in. Jack flopped down on the couch feeling more relaxed than he could remember ever being. Soon he drifted off to sleep with a contented smile, knowing the girls would be back for more in just a few hours. Later that afternoon as the sun was beginning to drop in the west there was a knocking at his beach side door. Looking out he could see Jenny and Carla waiting on the patio. "Hello again girls." he said as he slid open the door and waved them inside. "Hello again Mr. Charles." Jenny said as she stepped past him. Carla smiled and laughed a little as she followed behind her friend. The two girls went right to the living room this time. After closeing the door he followed and found them kneeling on the floor right where they had been for their first lesson in handjobs earlier that day. They were plainly eager to continue their education. He paused a moment, savoring the view of their tight young bodies in their skimpy bikinis. Jenny's fair skin was slightly red from her first day in the sun while Carla's darker skin almost seemed to glow with absorbed sunlight. Stepping in front of them, he looked down at thier beautiful faces. He could see that they both wanted to get their hands on his cock again. Carla reached out and started stroking his leg. "Well," he said. "Lets start with a review of the morning's lesson." Jenny let out and excited little squeak and Carla a giggle. They both reached up to untie the string on his shorts then yanked them down around his ankles. He took one foot out then used the other to kick the shorts across the room. The girls were both absently caressing his thighs now while they looked in interest at his mostly flaccid cock. "Umm." Jenny said uncertainly. "You're not...is something...?" "No." he said with a chuckle. "This is normal. A man can't walk around with a hard-on all the time." They both looked up at him, listening intently. "We skipped over this earlier because I was already hard but this is often where a handjob or anything else you do will begin." "But why were you hard this morning and not now?" Carla asked. "Because, as I said earlier, I hadn't cum in a long time. You take a man in that condition, put him next to two girls who want to talk about sex and he's bound to get a little hard. Very hard if its two sexy girls like you." The girls smiled and wiggled a little at the complement. "So we just touch it like before?" Jenny asked. Her hand was already moving, sliding up under his cock. He could feel the palm of her hand rubbing against his balls as her fingers closed aroud his shaft. "Uh hmm." he murmured. He small hand was so soft and so hot that he begain to swell almost immediately. "Oh my god." Calra said as his cock rapidly grew and lenghtened in Jenny's hand. "That's crazy." Jenny's finger were forced farther apart as he thickened, She brought her other hand up and started to lightly stroke up and down with bothof them. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of her hot little hands on his cock. "My turn." Carla said. Jenny's hands left his cock but were soon relaced by Carla's. Her technique was different but no less pleasurable. Soon his pre-cum began to flow and Carla wasted no time smearing it around and lubing her hands. Jack watched for a while as they switched back and forth, one then the other stroking him, sometimes looking at his cock, sometimes into his eyes. The look of excitement and concentration on their beautiful faces was priceless. Soon though he could feel himself getting close and decided it was time for the evening's lesson. "Ok," he said. "Hand's off girls." The both made little looks of dissapointment but removed their hands, Jenny's to her laps and Carla's once again to his leg. He was stuck for a moment when he realised he had no idea what the lesson would be. He really should have taken some time during the day to figure this out. Then he remembered the notable sensation of Jenny's palm against his balls earlier and had an idea. "OK, so we have covered the basics of the handjob and a lot of times that will be enough. Sometimes however you may want to give a fella a little more. With a little thought and some creativity you can give hand job he won't soon forget." The girls looked at each other and smiled consipiritorially. Apparently leaving a man with lasting sexual memories of them was high on their list of things to learn. "Now, lets talk about balls." The girl's eyes immediatly snapped to his balls where they hung down below his throbbing member. "A man's balls are sensitive and I mean that as a warning." The girl's eyebrows went up in concern. "Not crazy sensitive, we have them bangning around down their all the time." The girls relaxed a little at the imagery. "But, if squeezed too hard or tweakeed the wrong way they can cause a guy a lot of pain." The girls looked horrified. "But with a liitle care that won't happen. Some men have a better tolerance for this, some will even like a bit rougher treatment. You'll have to gauge for yourself what they want. Me, I don't like to have my balls squeezed much but I don't mind a little attention. Let's start with you Carla. Take your...oh I'm starting to droop a little." His cock had begun to soften a little while no one was touching it. "Go ahead and get me all the way hard again so you can see clearly." Carlas hands leapt to his cock and quickly stroked him to full hardness. He held his breath for a moment as the sudden return of sensation to cock almost overwhelmed him. "Now" he finally continued. "Take you left hand and using just your finger tips, tickle the underside of the balls a little." Carla's hand left his cock and, as instructed, her fingertips tickled the skin on the underside of his scrotum. The result was a pleasant tingle for him. "Just right he said." Looking down he saw both of the girls intently watching as Carla tickled his balls. Carla's other hand was still wrapped around his cock but was no longer moving. "Remember girls," he said, draing their attention away from his balls. "This is part of a hand job so you should keep stroking while you do this." "Oh!" Carla peeped. Her hand begain stroking him again before she went back to tickling his balls. For his part he was really enjoying the feeling. He had never actually had a woman do this for him before. Or really any of this for that matter. Before today the only handjobs he had ever gotten were furtive affairs in the back seats of cars of on the couches of women who weren't willing to do more, women who didn't really want to do it but felt thay had to do something to keep him around. None of them had ever tickled his balls. "Now." he said. "Open you hand and slide it along under them." Carla's open hand, from finger tips to wrist slid along against the underside of his balls, then back again. It felt surprisingly good and combined with the way she was still stroking him, he knew it could make him come if it went on much longer so he redirected her again. "Now just sort of generally stroke the balls. Using you fingertips or your palm. Again the idea is to tease and stimulate." Carla proceeded to tickle and rub him in a delightful way while still stroking his cock, all with an aorable look of concentration of her face. Soon though had to stop her. "That's enough Carla." He said. Carla looked disapointed but withdrew her hands. Jenny's hands immediatley came up, ready to take her turn but he turned his hips away. "Just a second Jenny. I need to cool down for a moment. Carla almost ended the lesson early." Carla looked delighted, clearly pleased with herself. "So." he said as his impending orgasm subsided. "Any questions so far?" "Umm," said Jenny, "I've heard that some guys shave their balls." "Some do." He said, after a moments thought. "It's more likely among guys your age than mine. Probably any guy would if you asked him to though. If you were going to be paying regular attention to his balls, he likely wouldn't hesistate." "I definitely want to find a pair of balls to pay regular attention too." Carla said "Carla!" Jenny admonished. "Oh like you don't." Carla replied. "Well...OK I do." Jenny admitted with a giggle. "You to practice with these" He said, thrusting his hips slightly so that his balls swung back and forth a little between his legs. Jenny hands sprung to his slightly wilted cock and quickly stroked it back full size. One hand then went down and he felt her fingertips tickle the underside of his balls. She followed the lesson plan, her hand sliding against the underside of his sack then her fingers and palm teasing and stimulating him, all while steadily stroking his cock. He was amazed at how different an experience it was with each girl. Carla's every touch was focused on making him cum, on pulling his orgasm right out of him. Jenny's touch was different. He hands were impossibly soft, her every touch seemed aimed at bringing pleasure without any other goal, as if she would be happy to go on stroking him and pleasing him forever. Once again he had to stop, actually taking a step back this time. "You girls do learn fast." he said with a heavy breath. Both girls smiled. "You're a very good teacher Mr. Charles" Jenny said. "The best!" Carla added. He grinned at their praise. They seemed to be enjoying the lesson almost as much as he was. The lesson was definitely about to come to an end though and it was Carla's turn to finish things off. "Are you ready Carla?" he asked. "Totally!" Carla said. Jack stepped forward so he was standing right in front of her. Reaching up with both hands she squeezed his cock. She looked at Jenny and both girls giggled. Carla started stroking him, both her hands sliding up and down, squeezing and pulling at him. He was definitely going to come soon. Looking down her could see Carla's hands flying up and down his shaft, beyond them her could see her large breasts were pushed higher by the way her elbows squeezed them together as she stroked him. He was going to cum on those tits. He was getting closer and closer. Suddenly felt a new sensation and he saw that Jenny had snuck a hand up between his thighs and was tickling his balls. That finished him, he came. Carla rememebered the lesson from earlier in the day and her hands never faltered in their firm strokes. Both girls squealed as his cum erupted. His intial shot had splashed messily across Carla's chest. Another spurt splattered onto the top of her left breast, half of it hitting her bikini top. Carla shifted her aim and the next shot landed right in the valley between her mashed together breasts. A last spurt barely cleared the tip of his cock and Carla's hands finally slowed down, stopping only when she was sure he was done. Jack flopped down in the chair behind him, breathing had. The girls giggled and examined the mess he had made on Carla's chest. Much to his surprise it seemed to be as big a load as he had shot onto Jenny earlier, or maybe Carla's darker skin just made his cum more visible. Carla cupped her breasts, pushing them up making some of his cum slide down between them. She rubbed them together, smearing his cum all around the parts of her breasts that weren't covered by her bikini top. Jack felt his cock twitch at the sight. "It's hot right?" Jenny asked Carla. "Totally." Carla said. "And sticky too." Her breasts made a wet sound as she let them drop and they peeled away from eachother. "I'll get you a towel." Jack said, starting to get up. "No!" Jenny excalimed. "I'll get it. You relax." She popped up and went into the kitchen. Carla used a finger to smear more of his cum around on her breasts. "Did you like coming on my big tits Mr. Charles?" She asked in a low voice that wouldn't carry to the kitchen. He understood that she was proud of her large breasts but didn't want make Jenny feel bad for not having them. He wondered if Carla thought bigger tits automatically made one girl better than the other. Teaching her otherwise could be a lesson for another day. For now he grinned and nodded. He very much liked coming on her big tits. Jenny came back with the towel and Carla cleaned up. Jack watched lazily while the two bikini clad girls laughed and giggled and talked about touching his cock and the feeling of his cum on their skin. If it had gone on much longer he might have gotten hard again but Jenny checked her watch and said they had to go. "Thanks for the lesson Mr. Charles." Jenny said sweetly. "We learned a lot!" Carla added. "It was my pleasure girls." He laughed. At the sliding door Jenny surprised him with a quick kiss. Carla quickly followed suit, though she had to push herself up on her tip toes to reach. The girls slipped out the door and he watched them walk away down the sidewalk, talking and laughing as they went. He stood for a while and watched the sunset over the ocean. He couldn't remember the last time he had had such a good time with a woman. Or two women. It was definitely a day to remember.