Sex in the Sky

Several of my buddies take an annual trip, just the guys, leaving the wives at home and taking a week to do all that stupid stuff that wives hate; drinking beer, watching sports, swapping stories, and generally being guys.

This year we decided to go skiing and found an awesome cabin in the woods near a major ski resort. Even better, the resort was near a casino; drinking beer, watching sports, and gambling, it just doesn’t get better than that.

Eight guys were able to convince their families to let them go, so we boarded a plane in Phoenix on Saturday morning, and were relaxing in front of the fire, cold brew in hand by Saturday night. As a group, we were all married, ranging in age from 34 to 46, and all with at least one kid. In fact, it was mainly through the kids’ school that we had all become friends.

Several guys hit the casino Saturday night, but I figured I had all week to blow my nest egg, so along with a couple of others, I stayed in. Bruce broke out some cards and poker chips and we had a friendly game of low stakes Texas Hold’em. He had picked up a set of XXX playing cards in the airport, and I had a hard time concentrating on the game with all the hot little porn sluts caught in various acts of debauchery on each of the 52 cards.

That night, I had some wild sex dreams and woke up with a raging boner. After lying in bed for several minutes, masturbating slowly, I realized my morning wood wasn’t going anywhere without some further attention. I snuck out to the dining room and grabbed the pack of XXX playing cards off the table before heading to the bathroom for a little private stroke session. I dealt several cards on the bathroom counter, yanked my shorts down around my ankles and went to work giving my horny dick a thorough jerking. As I neared the point of no return, the bathroom door opened and Vince stepped in.

Too late to stop, with one last stroke, I shot a huge wad across the bathroom counter, coating the mirror in several spurts of thick, creamy jizz.

“Oh, shit, sorry man,” Vince apologized as it slowly registered in his foggy morning brain what his eyes were seeing. “The door was unlocked, I….”

His voice drifted off as he quickly backed out of the door, closing it behind him. I didn’t say a thing, caught completely off-guard, embarrassed worse than the time my Mom had caught me jerking off in the shower. At least then, I was only a kid and I was just doing what teenage boys did. I couldn’t fathom what Vince must be thinking, but I hoped he would keep his mouth shut. I didn’t want to be the butt of the guys jokes all week long.

I didn’t get a moment alone with Vince until later in the morning as we shared a ride up the mountain on the ski lift.

“Vince,” I began, shakily. “I want to apologize for earlier. That was totally out of line.”

“No problem,” Vince replied, a wry smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “My fault man; with a house full of guys, I should have knocked before barging into the bathroom.”

“I was totally embarrassed,” I admitted, my face even now turning a bright shade of red. “I hope you won’t say anything to the guys.”

“My lips are sealed, buddy-boy,” Vince replied. “I know being away from the wife for a few days can make a man miss the carnal pleasures.”

“Yea,” I answered, glad to see that Vince understood my situation. “Nothing wrong with feeding the ducks, I’m just sorry you had to witness that.”

“Actually,” Vince began, “I kinda envy you. I’ve never been able to get off just using my hand.”

“What do you mean?” I questioned, instantly regretting opening this can of worms.

“I’m keeping your secret,” Vince replied, “So what I say here is with the strictest confidence, right?”

“Absolutely,” I answered. “Buddy-buddy confidentiality.”

“Marsha is a dynamo in the sack. I mean the sex is fantastic. She’s adventurous and pretty damn talented if you know what I mean.”

It wasn’t hard to imagine. Vince was an ex-college linebacker, built like a Mack truck with all-American good looks and a full head of wavy dark hair. At the summer pool parties all the wives drooled over the silhouette Vince cut in a pair of wet swim trucks. Lucky for the guys, Marsha, Vince’s wife, was a complete babe. Tall and blonde, she had a body that was toned from hours of aerobics and a rack straight out of the pages of Playboy magazine. Thinking of Vince and Marsha getting it on was like imagining Ken and Barbie fucking. It was only natural that the all-American couple was having all-world sex.

“Anyway,” Vince continued, “Using my hand to get off has just never appealed to me. Maybe it’s the Catholic upbringing; you know, hair will grow on your palm or you will go blind. And with the great sex at home, I’ve just never had the need to masturbate.”

Knowing that Vince traveled a lot with his job, I asked, “But what about when you are out of town. Don’t you get horny?”

“Fuck yea,” Vince chuckled. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I guess it’s the bond formed when a guy catches his poker buddy jerking off in the bathroom.”

“Very funny,” I said, now generally interested in hearing his confession. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“Well,” he stuttered, “I have needs just like any guy. When I’m out of town, I mess around.”

“On Marsha?” I exclaimed, genuinely surprised.

“Yea. But hold on, I don’t actually have sex. I limit my fooling around to oral sex. I know, I know that sounds like total horseshit, but I have never fucked anybody else since I married Marsha.”

“So let me get this straight,” I began as the lift neared the top of the mountain. “When you’re out of town, you find local women willing to suck your dick? Well no fucking wonder you don’t like to masturbate.”

“I never said women,” Vince replied as we unloaded the lift, meeting up with the other guys before I could follow-up on the bomb he just dropped.

* * * * * *

Later in the bar, Vince headed up to buy a round.

“Let me help you carry them,” I offered as I followed him to the bar.

As the bartender was pouring our drinks, I couldn’t resist, “What did you mean earlier by “I never said women”?”

“I knew I should have kept my big mouth shut,” Vince began. “But since you asked, I prefer getting head from women, but to be honest, when I’m out of town on business, I don’t have the time or the energy to wine, dine, and seduce a woman. I’m not about to pay a hooker. Instead, I post a personal ad on the internet with a picture of my dick and a very specific scenario of what I’m looking for and within a few hours I have a host of willing cocksuckers from which to choose.”

“You mean guys respond to your ad, willing to suck your dick?” I asked.

“Not just willing, they are usually begging to swallow my load. Guys are the biggest fucking size queens. I get e-mails from guys actually willing to pay me to suck my dick,” Vince replied, a boastful smirk crossing his face. “And I gotta tell you, men make fantastic cocksuckers. Marsha gives great head, but nothing compared to some of the service I’ve received from these anonymous dudes.”

“So you hook-up with fags?” I asked, somewhat appalled, but still fascinated.

“Actually, most of the guys are married, you know, closet queers with regular lives, but with this thing about sucking dick. You’d be surprised how many are out there. My ads are very specific and I prescreen all the replies, usually meeting guys in a local bar or coffee shop before bringing them back to my hotel room. I stay away from the real homos and twinks.”

“And it always works?”

“Usually,” Vince continued, “Although being out here in the middle of nowhere this week, I haven’t had any luck yet.”

“You posted an ad this week?” I gasped.

“Yea, I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“What internet site do you use?” I asked, trying to understand why I was so enthralled with Vince’s seedy sex life.

“Mostly craigslist.org, but there are other ones as well,” Vince replied, as he paid the bartender. “I know it sounds strange, but somehow, when it’s a dude swallowing my dick, I don’t feel as if I’m cheating on Marsha. I never reciprocate and I keep everything totally anonymous. I don’t even think of the guy as a guy, just a willing mouth to work a big load from my horny cock. It’s no different than you using your hand to relieve yourself.”

“Right,” I answered, not believing Vince was right at all, but intrigued and somewhat turned on by his confidential admission.

* * * * * *

Trying to fall asleep that night, I kept replaying our conversation in my mind. Craigslist.org huh?; unable to sleep, I broke out my laptop and logged on. The cabin had a wireless network and I was surfing craigslist in no time. I found the men-seeking-men personals for the general area we were staying and tracked down what must have been Vince’s posting:

Hung white male looking for a sub cocksucker to worship and swallow – In town the week of March 19 – 26. Looking to meet at a local coffee shop, before returning to my rental and spending several hours fucking your face into submission. If you are not an expert deep-throater, you will be when I finish with you. You should take instruction well and be willing to submit to light bondage and humiliation. I will not reciprocate and am not looking for chit chat or drama.

Me: 6′2″, 195, in-shape, aggressive, verbal, 9+” uncut (see attached pic), disease free, safe and sane. You: Regular guy, prefer married or bi, disease free, expert cocksucker, submissive and discreet.

Holy shit, I thought to myself as I reread the posting. The attached picture did not show Vince’s face, but the physique looked familiar. He must have used some picture alteration software or something because the dick attached to Vince’s body looked otherworldly. It was fucking huge, his big masculine hand barely reaching around its girth as he squeezed his root, the blood engorging his mushroom head and the big veins throbbing angrily down the length of his impressive rod. This guy was hung like a horse.

As I stared at Vince’s picture, my cock began to stir between my legs. Maybe Vince was right. Maybe men, including me, were size queens. I had messed around with guys back in college, usually to make a girl I was seeing happy, but I had never been as sexually charged by a naked man as I was looking at Vince’s big dick literally leaping off my laptop’s screen.

Before I knew what I was doing, I clicked on the anonymous e-mail link and began typing a response to Vince’s posting, even as I was slowly stroking the raging boner now tenting my boxers:

Sub cocksucker here, 5′11″, 175, married (must be discreet), disease free, looking to give no recip head. Staying in same area and willing to come to you. Can meet tomorrow to drain your load.

Without another thought, I hit the send key and watched as my innocence disappeared into cyberspace. Immediately regretting my actions, I wondered if Vince would even be checking his e-mail tonight. We had all drank pretty heavily and I figured he must be passed out by now.

To my surprise, a responding e-mail came almost immediately. Vince was obviously hornier than I had imagined:

Meet me at 9am at the French Roast on Main Street. If all is a go, I’ll bring you back to my place and fuck your throat into submission.

Vince was a real piece of work. I could just imagine this big dicked stud taking complete control and fucking some stranger’s throat with reckless abandon. But I had to admit, I couldn’t get the image of his big appendage out of my mind. For whatever reason, I pictured myself on my knees sucking his big cock and swallowing his salty load. I quickly shot off a reply:

I know the place. See you there. I’ll be wearing a baseball cap backwards.

I shutdown my laptop and rolled over, trying to decide whether I was just messing with Vince or if I really intended to go through with the proposed rendezvous.

* * * * * *

As the guys geared up next morning to go skiing, I noted that Vince had not come out of his room.

Knock, knock, “Vince, you coming with us?” I asked.

“Matt, you and the guys go ahead without me,” he replied, “I’ve got a conference call with work I’ve got to take this morning. I’ll catch up later.”

My heart skipped a beat. Vince didn’t have a conference call, he had a booty call and the coffee shop down the hill was his reception area.

Unsure of my next move, I walked down to the shuttle stop with the guys at 8:30 to catch the bus to the mountain. Just as the bus pulled up, I grabbed Bruce, “It’s starting to snow and I forgot my goggles. I’ll catch up with you guys on the mountain.”

As the bus pulled away, I realized I was halfway to doing this. I walked into the coffee shop, grabbed a latte and a newspaper and found a secluded table in the back, setting up my stake-out.

Fifteen minutes later, Vince walked in wearing jeans, boots, and a sweater, obviously not dressed for skiing, bought a coffee and sat down at the table near the door, watching intently as each customer entered.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and made my way to Vince’s table. I pulled out a chair and sat down.

Turning to me, a look of utter shock on his face, Vince croaked, “What the hell, I mean, what are you doing here, Matt? I thought you went skiing.”

Slowly, I reached up and spun my baseball cap backwards on my head, “I’m here to meet you. I think you called it a pre-screening?”

“You fucker,” Vince exhaled, clearly pissed at what he perceived was a practical joke.

“No, not a fucker, a cocksucker,” I whispered, trying to ensure the elderly couple at the next table didn’t overhear our conversation.

“What are you up to?” Vince demanded, a look of real anger spreading across his chiseled face.

Jumping in with both feet, I replied, “Seriously man, I’m here to answer your craigslist post. I’m ready to have my face fucked into submission.”

“Dude, this is not funny,” Vince cackled. “I told you that stuff in the strictest confidence. It’s not some joke.”

“I know,” I responded. “This is not a joke. I want you to take me back to the cabin and use me like one of your other faggot whores. I don’t know why I want this I just know that I want it. Your story yesterday intrigued me and that picture you posted drove me over the top. I can’t stop thinking about sucking your cock. You don’t have many other options, are you telling me you’re not interested?”

“You’re not fucking kidding are you, Matt?” Vince replied.

“No, I’m completely serious. So do I pass your screening test?”

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked.

“It’s been awhile,” I admitted. “I fooled around with a couple of guys back in college.”

“Well, let’s see. You’ve caught me more than a little off guard. You certainly pass the visual inspection and seeing as how we are friends, if you tell me you’re disease free, I guess I trust you.”

“What kind of questions would you ask a typical mark?” I asked.

Trying to remain calm, Vince replied, “So, Matt, are you willing to completely submit to my demands? Will you take my instruction and do as I order?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Again, buddy, this is not a joke, I don’t want to have a sexual relationship with you. I mean, I want to treat you like any of the other faggots I hook-up with. I like it rough and I like to humiliate my cocksuckers. It’s just my MO, it’s what gets me off. Can you handle that?”

“Yes,” I answered again, conscious to keep the small talk at a minimum, even as I tried to hide the growing lump in my ski pants.

“OK. Do you mind if I bind your hands behind your back during the action?”

“No,” I replied, feeling my cock stir uncontrollably.

“Can I fuck your mouth for as long as it takes to get me off?”

“Yes.”

“Do you understand that I will not reciprocate? I will not touch you, kiss you, lick you, etc.”

“I understand.”

“Will you swallow my jizz?” Vince continued.

“Yes,” I croaked, barely above a whisper.

“OK, then follow me. From the time we step inside the front door, I own you, do you understand? You will follow my orders and pleasure me as I instruct. When I am done, you may leave,” Vince completed his interrogation.

“I understand,” I replied as I stood up to follow Vince out of the coffee shop, grateful for my loose fitting ski pants that concealed the raging boner between my legs.

* * * * * *

As Vince closed the front door of the cabin, he turned to me and ordered, “Strip naked, now.”

Eager to please my self-professed tormentor, I stripped and gathered my clothes in my arms. I was proud of my body as I spend several hours each week at the gym. But after seeing the picture of Vince’s big cock, I was somewhat embarrassed of the rather average boner now sprouting from my naked crotch.

“Just drop them here,” Vince ordered.

“But what if the guys come home?” I responded.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch, and do as I say,” Vince commanded, giving me a wicked stare.

He was obviously serious, so I quickly dropped my clothes in a heap.

“That’s better boy. Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here,” Vince instructed.

“Yes sir,” I replied as I followed his directions.

“Nuzzle your face up against my crotch, bitch,” Vince demanded.

Without hesitation, I rubbed my cheek against the large bulge forming in Vince’s Levis and immediately knew that the dick in the picture on his personal ad was not a fake. I mouthed the growing lump in Vince’s jeans and ran my tongue up and down the length of his growing tool, making the denim wet with my saliva. I had watched plenty of porn in my day and I tried to visualize the hottest head scenes I could remember, intent to perform like a cocksucking star for Vince. A wet spot began to spread on the denim as his cock began to leak copious amounts of precum. I sucked the salty spooge from the wet denim, smacking my lips as I got my first taste of Vince’s seed.

“You like the taste of my precum, don’t you queer?” Vince chuckled.

“Very much, sir,” I replied.

“You want some of that big dick, don’t you faggot?” Vince growled.

“Yes sir,” I obediently responded.

“Let me hear you beg for it.”

“Please sir, I want to suck your cock,” I heard myself say, unsure where the words or the urges were coming from.

“You want me to fuck your pussy little mouth don’t you cuntface?” Vince snarled.

“Oh yes sir, I want your big cock stuffed down my tight, eager throat,” I moaned as I felt Vince’s cock swell to semi-hardness.

“You think you can handle all that cock, bitch?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll try my best.”

“Oh, you’ll try alright, slut. You’ll try not to choke to death when I shove my cock balldeep down your piehole. I’ll train your throat to take cock like a fucking whore.”

Vince’s nasty verbal abuse had my cock rockhard and I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth so bad I thought I might erupt just from the thought of it.

“Use your teeth bitch and unzip my fly,” Vince ordered. “Don’t use your hands, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” I replied as I bit down on his zipper and slowly worked the fly open.

“That’s a good bitch,” Vince purred. “Now work your tongue down in my fly and taste my cock.”

I did as instructed and ran my tongue over the firey flesh of Vince’s pulsating prick. Wanting more, I brought my hand up to Vince’s crotch, intending to pry his big bone free of the confines of his jeans.

Smack!!! I felt my cheek go numb as Vince slapped my face hard. “I said no hands, dumbshit. Can’t you follow a simple instruction?”

“I’m sorry,” I managed, torn between the pain in my cheek and the anger rising in me. I didn’t have to take this shit but at the same time, I wanted to please Vince and show him what a good cocksucker I could be.

“Don’t let it happen again,” he grunted. “Just use your tongue and work my cock out.”

After several minutes of hard work, I finally managed to suck his cock through the fly of his jeans, his now nearly hard tool finally popping free of the spit and pre-cum soaked material. As his cock sprang into the open, I swallowed hard; fuck this guy was hung like a goddamn donkey. His dick bobbed wickedly and slapped against my cheek several times as I stared down the full length of his rigid rod.

When she had finished with her notes, she hesitated, then looked up at him, catching him starting intently at the cups of her bra. “Alan,” she exclaimed. “Don’t be so rude!”

Alan blushed at being caught. “Sorry, Theresa.” He wanted to tell her how hot she looked but he thought that just might make her feel uncomfortable again.

“Ok, well, um, what next?” she inquired.

“Well,” Alan replied, “I suppose I should now remove my trousers while you remove your skirt.”

Theresa reflexively covered her face at this thought. She quickly removed her hands, as she wanted so much to maintain a demeanor of dispassionate objectivity but ‘My goodness,’ she thought. ‘I can’t believe I am going to show Alan Tompkins my panties.’ Just saying it seemed outrageous. She crossed her arms beneath her small cupped breasts, wondering what to do. From Alan’s perspective, the placement of her arms only seemed to highlight her little titties even more, framing them with her bare arms. It was like she was holding them up for him.

Alan quickly removed his shoes, socks, and trousers, and then stood in front of her, wearing only his underpants. His erection was very evident. He was wearing boxer shorts, and they stuck out quite a few inches in front. He wished that he had worn his briefs, as these would have helped to hide his erection. He had decided to wear boxers that evening as he figured they would be more adult. Briefs were what his mother always bought for him, but he noticed when he went swimming with his dad that his father wore boxers. However, now he felt a bit silly to be standing in front of her with his boxers poking out so fiercely, revealing his failure to control himself.

Theresa’s eyes were indeed immediately attracted to the sight, and she couldn’t help giggling (Alan blushed). He did look exposed. She could even see the outline of the head of his cock, like there was a bulb sticking desperately through the fabric, as if it wanted to escape. She immediately regretted her giggling though, as it wasn’t an objective reaction and Alan responded by self-consciously covering himself.

It was now, however, her turn to take off her skirt. She took a deep breath, unlocked the clasp and pulled it aside. She then stood in front of him, wearing only her bra, white panties, white socks, and Mary Janes.

Alan’s eyes quickly turned to her panties. The sight was enchanting. She had a wonderful figure, still rather childlike, but nevertheless very exciting. Her panties clung tightly to her figure and he could clearly see the outline of her vaginal mound. He thought that perhaps he could even see a bit of her slit, but he wasn’t sure. She modestly placed her hand in front of herself. He returned his eyes to her face, and smiled.

She smiled nervously back. They both laughed. “We kind of make quite a picture, don’t we. Too big scientists, standing here like this, in our undies. Both of us hiding ourselves with our hands. We don’t seem very brave about this.”

He smiled back. “It’s a little scary, isn’t it. I mean, I must admit, that I, uh, have never in fact ever seen a girl before, I mean, a girl’s thing, I mean, her private place, you know.” He groaned to himself over his clumsy and inept expressions.

She found his nervousness though to be reassuring. It was nice to hear that she wasn’t the only one scared to death. “I haven’t shown myself to anyone before, Alan, and your penis was the first one I had ever seen,” she confessed. She had wanted him to consider her to be the experienced woman. She always took the lead in their studies, but she had to admit that in some respects she was very inexperienced. She looked down to her feet, covered in their Mary Janes, and now felt like she was still just a young girl. She covered one shoe with the other, wishing that she had worn more adult shoes.

Alan, however, found the gesture endearing. The movement of her leg accentuated her pubic area, attracting his eye to her hand, trying to cover the white cotton V peaking out from between her thighs.

“Well,” he replied, “let’s take our hands away together, at the same time. Will that be ok?”

“Sure,” she replied. She suggested, “At the count of three?”

“Ok,” he said. They counted together: “One,” they paused, “two,” Theresa sighed, “and three,” and then both removed their hands.

Each looked intently at the crotch of the other’s underwear. To someone looking in, it might have seemed a bit funny, as they were staring so intently. However, for the two of them it was quite a lot to take in. For Theresa, she had the clear outline of the stiff head of Alan’s cock, pushing forcefully out through his boxers. Previously, he looked a bit childish to her, like a boy caught with an erection by his mother, but now the outline of his cock looked rather strong and menacing, like it desperately wanted to escape and was about to burst through the cloth. It was like he had a weapon in his boxers. She found it exciting. It looked so big, trying to bust through to get to her.

For Alan, he could look at Theresa’s bra and panties for hours. She looked so pure, yet also so sexual. No matter how plain a woman’s underwear, they seemed invariably to be sexy, particularly when hugging such a nice figure and outlining her sweet breasts, round bottom, and little cunt. Her youthful titties were so nicely wrapped by the white cloth, making them appear to be perfectly round and perky. He now even noticed that she had a bit of lace running along the top of her panties, making them even more feminine and sexy, and the mound of her most private part, her cunnie, was well exposed even when covered by her undergarment.

“Well, Alan, I guess you were quite right about the value of visual stimulation. I don’t seem to have needed to use my hand,” she said, pointing at his erection.

He didn’t feel so self-conscious about her looking at it now. He looked down. “No, I guess not. It’s all stiff by itself.”

She said, “I should have trusted your judgment, Alan. You were right to see if visual stimulation alone would be sufficient. Do you think that you can even ejaculate without any tactile manipulation?” She was now becoming more relaxed, reverting to her more business-like manner of speech.

“I don’t think so, Theresa. But, I would certainly be willing to try.”

She placed one of her fingers in her mouth, carefully pondering the thought. Her arm was pressed in between her breasts, pulling the bra tighter around her boobs, accentuating their shape. Alan had considerable difficulty looking in her eyes as they spoke, as he so much wanted to just look at her breasts and cunnie.

She then said, “It might in fact be quite an experimental event, I mean, to ejaculate without any physical contact. I’ve in fact read about boys having wet dreams.”

Alan did not want her to ask him about wet dreams. He had quite a few of them, and the dreams that were involved were way too personal to reveal to Theresa. He quickly said, “But, wet dreams do still involve physical contact, you know, with the sheets and underwear.”

“Oh yes, good point.” She was again reminded of what a good lab partner Alan made.

Suddenly, they could hear the footsteps of Theresa’s mother in the hallway. Both of them froze and looked to the door in fright. Theresa acted first. She grabbed two of her lab coats, threw one to Alan and pulled on the other. As Alan was putting on his lab coat, she tossed her blouse and skirt behind a chair, just as her mother was knocking on the door. She quickly buttoned up the front of the lab coat as Alan was tossing his shirt and pants behind the same chair. She yelled, “Just a second.” When Alan finished buttoning up the front of his coat, she unlocked the door and opened it a few inches. Her mother was standing in the hallway with a plate of cookies and two glasses of soda on a TV tray.

“I thought you kids would want some refreshments,” she exclaimed with a motherly smile.

Theresa scowled at her, “Mother, I told you that we could not be disturbed!” she admonished her. She was quite annoyed with her mother, as she had made it very clear that they were not to be interrupted. If they were in fact in the middle of a chemical immersion, it could really have been ruined.

“I’m sorry, dear,” her mother replied. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She then fully realized her error. “Oh my, I didn’t ruin an experiment or anything did I?”

Theresa saw the look of dismay in her mother’s face. Her mother only wanted to be helpful and for them to be happy as they worked on their experiment. She shouldn’t have snapped at her. “I’m sorry mom. It’s ok.” She turned to Alan, checking to see that he was presentable. Her eyes went instantly to his crotch. Alan had a hand in the pocket of the lab coat, carefully holding back his stiff cock so that it wouldn’t stick out. “Uh, Alan, would you like some cookies?”

Mrs. Bennington perked up and smiled. Holding the tray up, although she couldn’t actually see Alan. Alan wasn’t sure what to say. He sure would like to get rid of his erection before she entered the room, but there was no way he wanted to offend or trouble Theresa’s mother. “Well, yes, of course, cookies would be great, Theresa.” Theresa then opened the door to let her mother in.

Mrs. Bennington was not at all troubled by the sight of the two of them in lab coats. They often wore lab coats when they were conducting experiments. They would at times even wear them when they were just studying together or looking at stars through Theresa’s telescope. She figured it made them feel more grown up and scientific. She entered the room, displaying for them the tray of freshly baked cookies and the soda that she knew they both liked.

Alan did like Mrs. Bennington’s cookies, and the aroma from the recent baking was enticing, although not nearly as enticing as Theresa’s bra and panties. He looked over at Theresa, realizing that she had nothing on under the lab coat other than her undies. His erection had started to weaken as his attention was drawn to the cookies, but the thought of having Theresa be in public wearing nothing but her bra, panties, and a lab coat stirred him back up. He turned his attention quickly back to the cookies, which frankly wasn’t too hard. They did smell so good.

Mrs. Bennington put the tray on Theresa’s desk next to the petri dish and pad of paper. “What kind of experiment are you doing?” she asked, noticing the lab equipment on the desk.

Theresa quickly paled when she saw her mother’s eyes turn to her notes. “Oh, it’s really nothing, mother, and she moved in between her mother and the desk, ostensibly to pick up a cookie but actually to block her view of the note pad. “Here, let me make more room.” She used this excuse to move the pad and turn it over.

“You kids work so hard, you really do deserve a break. I don’t know kids who work harder than the two of you. You both get such good grades.” She was very proud of her daughter, and was fond as well of Alan. He was a good looking boy, and he was clearly very responsible. She felt that he would make an excellent husband someday for Theresa, and she wished that they would actually go out on dates, or something. They just seemed to work all the time.

“Mother, we are not kids anymore,” Theresa corrected her.

“Oh, I know, dear. But you will always be my little girl.”

Theresa was getting embarrassed, but Alan just smiled. It was always funny to see your friends be embarrassed by the way their parents continued to treat them as little kids.

“Mother!” Theresa squealed.

Mrs. Bennington knew that referring to her as a little girl was probably going too far. She in fact wanted Alan to think of her as a young woman, and she wasn’t helping the case by referring to her daughter in front of him as a little girl. She turned to Alan. “Come here, Alan, and have a cookie yourself.”

“Certainly, Mrs. Bennington.” As he crossed the room to the desk Mrs. Bennington noticed that he didn’t have on any shoes or socks. They were sitting on the floor where he had been standing. She looked at her daughter’s feet. She still had on her socks and the regulation Mary Janes.

Theresa saw her eyes and had a sudden panic.

Mrs. Bennington asked, “Alan, why aren’t you wearing any shoes?” She knew that this was perhaps an odd question but it seemed equally odd that he had taken off his shoes.

Alan stopped and looked down at his bare feet. He quickly came up with an explanation. He laughed. “Oh yeah, I guess that must look kind of weird. We’re doing a field study of micro organisms that live between your toes. You see, there are all sorts of bacterial and fungi growing within the cracks of your toes and we wanted to capture a few for further study within the environment of the petri dish, and I volunteered. Theresa didn’t really like the idea of taking off her shoes and socks, so”

Mrs. Bennington cut him off. “Fine, that’s enough. It sounds terribly disgusting. What you kids, I mean, researchers, will do for your work. And, such talk while you’re eating cookies.” She smiled, “Frankly, I’m sorry I asked.” She handed him a soda as he took a cookie. He reached for it using the hand that had been hiding his erection. He had now managed to distract himself enough that it was no longer evident.

“You both look so professional in your lab coats, let me get a picture.”

Theresa would find this embarrassing even if they weren’t in their underwear beneath the lab coats. Her mother could be so exasperating at times. However, it was apparent that she had been planning this from the beginning, as she reached into her apron and pulled out a camera. There was no way she normally kept a camera in her apron.

Mrs. Bennington asked them to pose in front of the desk. She stepped back to get a good view, although not so far back that you could see Alan’s bare feet. She didn’t want to be reminded about the fungi.

“I can’t get both of you in. Stand closer together, and, Alan, put your arm around Theresa’s shoulder so you can get closer.”

Alan happily put his arm around Theresa’s shoulder. She reciprocated by putting her arm around his waist. Alan could feel the bra strap through the lab coat. He wasn’t feeling anything more than what he would feel if she was wearing a blouse, but this had a much different meaning. In his mind, she was largely naked beside him as her mother was taking their picture, and, he felt her hand around his waste, touching his boxers. He thought of dropping his hand and patting her bottom, but he then felt his erection beginning to return, quickly realizing that there was no way that it could be hidden by his boxers and lab coat. He hoped that Mrs. Bennington would take the picture real soon. Even if Mrs. Bennington missed it, as her eyes were focused on their smiling faces, somebody might notice it later in the picture.

“You too look so adorable together.”

Alan felt an erection beginning to rise. He moved his hand away from her strap, but Theresa was subtly stroking his waist with her fingers.

Theresa again admonished her mother to hurry up, as they did have to get back to work and she didn’t like her mother’s blatant suggestions. Fortunately for Teddy, Mrs. Bennington then took the picture. “Now, you kids don’t stay up too late.” She turned to Theresa. “Your father and I will be turning off to bed, so be sure to lock the door when Alan leaves.” She waved to Alan as she left the room. “I hope you like the cookies, Alan.”

“I’m sure I will, Mrs. Bennington.”

Theresa quickly locked the door after she left. She turned to Alan, “I am so sorry, Alan. I told her specifically not to disturb us. But, what does she do, she comes up here with cookies and makes a spectacle of herself.”

Alan, however, consoled her. “I think your mother is nice ,Theresa. She meant well, and the cookies are good.” He placed a hand on her shoulder.

She looked up at him, and smiled. “Well, you’re very understanding. But, what should we do now? I mean she interrupted the study. I don’t suspect that you still have your erection. Shall we just give it up?”

“Oh, no, Theresa, this wasn’t a problem. It’s just like the ‘A-B-A’ single subject experimental designs, where you first implement the experimental stimulation, observe the reaction, remove the stimulation, and hopefully observe the loss of the subject’s reaction. You then return the stimulation, to see if the dependent variable again responds. Frankly, I doubt that I was in the mood for a removal of stimulation, and your mother’s arrival was perhaps fortuitously advantageous.”

Theresa gave a big smile. He was right. This was actually good for their study. She quickly brought out her pad. “Alan,” she instructed, “quickly open up your coat and let me see.” Alan unbuttoned the lab coat, pulled it open, revealing no bulge remaining in his boxers. “Well, you’re right, this is excellent. I will now be able to see the erection form from the very beginning. I missed that before. Quickly though, pull down your underpants.” Alan wished she had said boxers, but he complied.

He dropped his underwear to the floor, exposing to view his limp penis and balls. He was a bit of a funny sight, still wearing the opened lab coat. It was now his turn to look like he had forgotten to put on any clothes. Theresa, in contrast, appeared to be dressed rather appropriately in her lab coat, as she observed his penis and wrote notes. “Alan, you wouldn’t mind if, perhaps, I took some pictures?” She had already taken more than adequate measurements of his limp penis during class. She did not need to repeat this again, as she assumed that they were reliable assessments. Alan, however, was not at all pleased with the idea of having pictures taken of his private area. She tried to reassure him, “I can use my digital camera. That way, we won’t have to take them to the drug store to get developed, and I can send you a copy of all of the pictures via the internet.”

This was more troubling than reassuring to Alan. “I don’t know, Theresa.” He had first been worried that once he dropped his shorts his erection would quickly return, but this talk about photographs and internet transmission took care of that.

“Oh, please, Alan.” She moved in close to him, placed her hand on his arm, looking pleadingly into his eyes. She had never tried this way of influencing him before, generally relying on logic to convince him to do something. He found this tactic more difficult to resist. “I promise I won’t show them to anybody else.” He knew he could trust her about that, but still, he was uncomfortable with the thought.

“Will I be able to take pictures of you?” he asked.

She hesitated. She instantly wondered whether maybe pictures wasn’t such a good idea after all. What would they use them for? If she wasn’t going to show anybody the pictures of him, why bother taking any pictures? What did she intend to do with them anyway? She was trying to talk herself out of the need for pictures, as she had not anticipated the thought that he would want comparable pictures of her. However, she had vowed not to be cowed or thwarted by feelings of embarrassment. Any such feelings would only suggest that she was not capable of treating this matter in a grown-up, scientific manner. She lifted her jaw in a defiant manner. “Alright, that is, of course, only fair and appropriate. You can take pictures of me as well.” She quickly reached for her digital camera before he could change his mind.

Alan wasn’t sure that he had yet agreed, but before he could say anything she stood back from him and snapped two quick pictures of him standing awkwardly with his underwear at his ankles, his lab coat open, and his penis childishly poking out through a little bush of hair. He figured he looked like a real idiot. ‘She sure better not show these to anyone,’ he thought, but he knew that he could trust her. He had wished though that he could have gotten into a more masculine pose, although he didn’t really know what such a pose could be. How masculine could he look with his little droopy penis, appearing to poke out more than it was hanging down. It also didn’t help that Theresa even giggled when she took the pictures.

“Excellent, let’s see what these look like.” She loaded them into the computer, but he avoided paying any attention. He just watched her, reminding himself that she was also only in her underwear beneath the lab coat. He stepped out of his underwear and dropped them behind the chair with the rest of his clothes. “The picture turned out great, Alan, do you want to see?”

He didn’t want to see. He knew what he probably looked like. “No, that’s ok,” he said a bit despondently. It wasn’t hard for Theresa to notice the tone in his voice. She hadn’t realized that he might find this to be embarrassing, and she admonished herself for being so insensitive. Scientists were known for being heartless.

She really did like Alan. She had hoped that someday they might in fact become involved, in a personal sense as well as scientifically. She didn’t think that she was ready now for such things. Her career came first. She wasn’t planning on getting married for years. Perhaps by then though Alan would be off at some other institute. The thought of that was in fact rather disheartening. She knew that she more than just liked Alan. She was fond of him, and now she had hurt his feelings. She felt bad about this. She knew darn well that if he acted in the same manner when she stood naked in front of him, she would feel mortified.

“No, really, Alan, you look really good in these pictures, like a professional model, or something. You have a great body, you know. You must know that.”

Alan perked up at this. He never imagined that Theresa actually found him to be physically attractive. He was in pretty good shape, and it was nice that she noticed. He came over to the computer to look, his penis and balls swinging in the air as he padded over in his bare feet, still wearing the lab coat but keeping it open. He bent over next to her as she was looking at the picture in the monitor.

Frankly, he didn’t see what she saw. He thought he looked dopey. His facial expression was clearly moronic. His chest, how much of it you could see through the open lab coat, looked okay, as did his stomach. He had a flat stomach and had even instinctively pulled it in just before she took the pictures. His legs also looked pretty good. But, his testicles. What was appealing about them? He thought his penis looked silly and childish.

Theresa, though, was determined to make him feel better. “It’s a bit risque, don’t you think? It’s not one you would see in a catalogue. I mean, you clearly can see your manly parts. But, I think that’s what makes the picture so good. I think you look very sexy. I like the picture. It’s a picture of my man showing me his natural state with his strong body and masculine parts.” She even reached over to briefly cup his balls in her soft left hand. She smiled at him, gave him a squeeze and then turned back to the picture.

He wasn’t expecting this reaction from her. She actually found the sight of his penis and testicles to be sexy? Perhaps he didn’t find them sexy because he was a man. No man found the sight of male genitalia to be sexy. They in fact looked childish to him, but she described them as manly. And, she even referred to him as ‘her’ man. Well, he now looked at the picture in a much different light, as well as enjoying the affectionate touch of her hands on his balls. “Wow, ok, I guess the picture is ok.” His penis was again beginning to stir.

“Let’s now see if we can get your erection to return.” She stood up and began to unbutton her lab coat. She was surprised that she felt much less nervous about undressing this time. Perhaps it was the fact that she had already done it once before, and that Alan even had more of his clothes off, or maybe it was her thoughts about his genitalia. In any case, she removed the coat and stood in front of him. This time, she even clasped her hands behind her back, standing in a more coquettish pose, her little breasts standing up proudly in her bra, her panties forming a sharp “V” where her thighs were clasped tightly together. Alan wondered if she had any idea of how sexy she looked.

Alan reached for the camera on the table. “Ok, it’s now my turn to take some pictures.”

Theresa hadn’t expected this so soon. She assumed that she would not be the subject of study until after he had reached his orgasm. Part of her was in fact hoping that once he obtained sexual relief that perhaps there wouldn’t be enough time left for her, or that maybe he would just lose interest. On the other hand, part of her also felt excited by the idea of being his subject, having him explore her body. She turned her hips from side to side, both in awkward self-consciousness but also to be a bit teasing.

“Well, ok,” she said hesitantly. “Is this a good pose?”

“Yes,” he said. “It’s fantastic. You look great.” She smiled at the compliment and he snapped a picture. “Now, why don’t you pose like in glamour shots. You know, like models do for lingerie or bikini adds.”

She blushed at the thought of this. She never thought of herself as a glamour model, but it would be appropriate given her state of dress, or undress. The thought of posing for him in fact felt a bit exciting. She was beginning to appreciate the benefits of participant observation. She was learning a great deal about the arousal process, while at the same time awakening in herself some rather pleasurable feelings. She smiled at him and said, “Alright, how about this?”

She clasped her hands behind her head and jutted out her chest at him. She did not have much to jut out but Alan was more than pleased. Her boobies sticking out were fantastic. He quickly took another picture. She then remembered her glasses. No models were glasses. She started to take them off.

“No, stop, Theresa, leave them on. You look good with them.” She smiled in appreciation, and thrust her little breasts out even farther.

“Fantastic, Theresa. That’s great, you look great like that.” The presence of her glasses did in fact make her sexier: the innocent librarian thrusting out her little titties.

She bent her hip to the right, drawing his eyes back to her panties and cunnie. He took another picture. She was beginning to enjoy acting like a glamour model. Theresa then turned her back to him, poked her bottom out a little bit, and turned her upper body a bit so that she could look back at him. She placed a finger in her mouth and asked, “Is this ok too?”

To Alan, it was stupendous. “Wow, Theresa, you’re like, really sexy.” He wanted to give her a bit more direction. He thought it might have been even better if she stuck her butt out farther, and perhaps pulled her panties tighter around her fanny, but he was concerned about offending her and, in any case, her current posing was plenty good enough. He took his time taking the pictures, relishing the sight of her posing in her undies for him, poking her butt out to him in a provocative manner but looking so naive and innocent in her expression.

Theresa was enjoying this herself. She realized she liked being sexy for Alan. She enjoyed his admiring eyes scrutinizing her body. She never thought of herself as having a particularly sexy body, and no boy had ever looked at her like this, but Alan appeared to be entranced at the sight of her. She looked down at his penis, and she could see the unmistakable signs of his arousal. Her smile got bigger and bigger as she watched his penis grow bigger and bigger. She was as absorbed in the sight of watching his little penis grow into a stiff hard cock as he was in the sight of her in her panties and bra, making cute, sexy poses. She bent over, put her hands on her knees and pushed up her butt, smiling back at him. She found it amazing how quickly his penis grew to such a stiff and erect posture. His turgid penis now seemed to be posing for her as much as she was posing for him. “Look, Alan,” exclaimed, pointing to his reinvigorated erection, “Your erection has returned.”

He looked down. His first instinct was to cover it up with his lab coat. It was now sticking out well past the coat. Theresa was happy to see it. She was grinning as she watched it waggle back and forth while he snapped another picture. It was like a long crane that had elevated beyond its capacity to maintain control, swinging around involuntarily with every movement of Alan. She felt proud to have been able to get him so stiff and hard, just by providing a few poses. “Let me take a picture of it,” she exclaimed.

Alan hesitated, but he knew that he would have to be willing. He handed her the camera.

She smiled. “Stand against the desk, and lean back a bit. That will make it stick out more.”

At least this time he would have a more masculine pose. He leaned back against the desk. It seemed though awfully unnatural to him. He had never struck a pose like this. He placed his hands on the edge of the desk and tried to look natural, showing off his hard cock jutting out from his body.

“Smile, silly” she said. He tried to force a smile, but she could tell that it wasn’t effective. “C’mon honey, give me a real smile.”

‘She called me honey,’ he realized, and a smile naturally appeared. He pushed out his hips to stick his cock out farther.

“Oh, that’s real good. It’s so big” Theresa admired. She took a full body shot, and then crouched down in front of him. With her crouching beneath him, he could look down into her bra. She had very little cleavage but there was enough to notice a bit of her white breast. His cock twitched with excitement.

“Honey, keep it still, I want to get a close up.” He did his best as she clicked two more pictures. “Wow, those were good ones. These will fill up the whole screen.” She smiled up to him. He liked the sight of her pretty face, looking up at him beneath his hard cock.

“Ok, my turn again,” he said, reaching for the camera. She stood up, and reluctantly handed it to him, but not taking her eyes off his stiff cock. She wanted to reach out and play with it, but she knew that they had to stick to the structure of their experiment.

“What next?” she asked.

“How about some more poses. You know, perhaps one with a bit of cheesecake?”

“What do you mean?” she asked. She thought that she had been doing quite a bit of cheesecake.

“Well, how about one with the straps of your bra hanging down? I mean, you can keep the bra on, but just have the straps hanging down. I think that would look good,” he suggested.

“Sure, Alan. Ok,” she replied, and took his place at the desk. She pulled each strap off of her shoulders, and then leaned back against the desk in a manner similar to Alan. The cups of her bra still covered her breasts but they did fall a bit, and they appeared to be ready to slip off completely. She didn’t seem to mind, and in fact smiled flirtatiously at the camera. The front of her panties were pulled tightly across the mound of her cunt. He was certain now that he could see the outline of her slit through the thin cotton, traversing the raised mound. She watched his cock wave back and forth as he took a picture. She licked her lips.

Theresa then pulled the bra straps entirely off her arms, keeping the cups modestly against her breasts with one hand as she released the strap from each arm. She then looked seductively at him, holding the bra against her breasts.

Alan grew increasingly excited, but tried to keep his composure. “Theresa, that is very sexy. You look wonderful. You look like a real model, like one you would see in a magazine.” She smiled for him as he took a couple of pictures. “Maybe you could hold your, um, your bra with your hands?”

She didn’t know at first what he meant, because she was doing precisely that, but then she thought she understood. She cupped her hands beneath each breast, still holding the cups of the bra in place. In doing so, she noticed that the nipples of her breasts were erect. Alan saw the same thing. You could clearly see the nipples poking through the white cotton fabric of the bra.

Theresa played with one of the nipples with her thumb. She wasn’t sure if she should do this, but it did feel good, and Alan seemed to like it. “Do you mean like this?”, she asked. Alan’s expression made it clear that he liked it a lot. He reached down to his cock with his right hand and gave it a squeeze. “Alan!,” Theresa scolded, “Don’t you do that. You know I’m supposed to do that.”

“Sorry, it’s just that, you look so great. It’s hard not to touch myself.”

She smiled sweetly at him. “I will take care of you later, sweety.” He liked how she was referring to him so affectionately, but he wasn’t so sure that he could wait. Maybe he really could cum even without anyone touching him.

Theresa then removed the bra entirely from her breasts. Alan felt his legs get weak. Her breasts were gorgeous. They were pure white. Beautiful white mounds; soft, round, perfectly shaped, capped with two stiff nipples that poked up from each mound. Her breasts were not large, but their small shape accentuated the size of her nipples. Theresa looked down at them. She was surprised herself. She had been very reluctant to show him her body in her underwear, but now she needed no encouragement to let him see her naked breasts. In fact, she wanted him to enjoy the sight of her body. She certainly enjoyed the sight of his hard cock, and she liked the fact that it was her naked body that excited him so. She even moved her shoulders back and forth a bit to wiggle her perky breasts at him. They jiggled against her chest.

Alan grinned with excitement. It took tremendous willpower for him not to reach down and start jerking his cock. Alan said, “Theresa, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He, of course, hadn’t yet seen any other naked women before, but that didn’t matter to Theresa. She felt like a beautiful woman. It was something that she had never felt before, and she enjoyed it.

“Thank you, Alan,” she said, smiling with nervous appreciation. She felt her face flush.

“I mean it, Theresa, I don’t think you know how beautiful you are.” She looked down, her face now fully blushing.

Theresa felt like playing with her nipples. They almost itched with excitement. She could see and feel them sticking out. They actually looked kind of happy, pointing proudly at Alan. She knew she would enjoy playing with them, but she didn’t think she should do that now, to actually start playing with herself in front of him. Nevertheless, she cupped each breast in her hands. “Do you like them, Alan?” she asked, displaying her little boobs for him, while at the same time trying to surreptitiously tickle her nipples with her thumbs.

Alan though saw fully what she was up too. “Theresa, you have an erection too; in fact, two of them.”

She turned her face away in self-consciousness. “I guess I do, don’t I.” She looked back at him and then boldly pinched each nipple between the thumb and forefingers of each hand, squeezing and pulling on them, making them stick out even more. “They do that whenever its cold, or if they get irritated by my bra. But, I can make them even bigger by doing this.”

Alan could not restrain himself any longer. “Theresa, if you can play with your erections then I should be able to play with mine.” He wrapped one of his hands around his cock and began to slowly stroke it. Theresa liked the sight of Alan masturbating in front of her. His cock was engorged with so much blood the head appeared to be ready to burst, and it was so naughty to be watching a boy masturbate. She could feel tingling sensations between her own legs. She wanted to reach down into her panties and do the same thing. She felt her breath increase in rate. She licked her lips, absentmindedly circling her nipples with her thumbs as she watched Alan stroke his large, hard cock.

The sound of her parents footsteps snapped her out of her reverie. Alan quickly wrapped the lab coat around him, but Theresa froze, stilling holding her young breasts. ‘What would they think if they saw me like this,’she thought.

“Good night, honey,” she heard her mother say. “You kids finish up soon,” her father admonished. “Yes, mother, good night dad,” she responded nervously, still displaying her little boobies to Alan, who was tightly holding his erect dick with his hand.

They were just saying good night as they went to their bedroom. She turned to Alan, placed a hand over her open mouth and breathed a big sigh of relief. “Wow, that was close. I thought she might be coming back with more cookies or something.”

“You’re telling me,” Alan responded.

The interruption, however, helped to bring her back to her senses. She realized that she had not taken any notes for awhile. This fact alone was worth recording and she turned around to try to carefully record as much as she could remember over the past few minutes.

Alan’s eyes traveled to her round little butt, nicely framed by her schoolgirl panties. He wanted so much to just pull them down, to be able to play with her cute cheeks, to spread her legs and finger her young, pure cunt. He walked up behind her and lightly stroked her bare back as she wrote on the pad. She sighed with pleasure at his affectionate caress, and then wrote that down in the pad. He continued to stroke her back, tracing his fingers up and down the smooth skin. He let the head of his cock touch her pantie covered thighs.

“Alan, you’re distracting me from my notes. I need to get all of this down. You should put your stiffy away, or something.” She was admonishing him, but in a playful manner. She didn’t really want him to stop, and she enjoyed calling it a “stiffy,” feeling that this was a more personal, affectionate reference than the dispassionate term of “erection” that she had been using.

“I just want to help, Theresa,” he retorted. “In fact, we should get measurements of the length of your nipples. You got measurements yesterday of the length of my penis .” He was uncomfortable using the word ‘cock’ with her, fearing that it was too guttural and obscene. “We should also have on record the length of your nipples, don’t you think?”

Theresa was in fact delighted with that idea. She liked how her nipples had been sticking out. She did seem to have especially large nipples, and she enjoyed the thought of giving them more attention. She turned to face him. They were now standing just inches from each other. Both of them felt quite nervous at being so close to each other, and so naked.

Alan said, “I’ll get the measuring tape.” He went around the desk and got a tape from the drawer. She had to suppress a giggle at the sight of his erection bobbing around as he walked. She was again reminded of a precarious crane, waving around with the movements of a tractor, or maybe like a big fat fishing pole, or more like a flag pole with a big red apple stuck on the end. She was smiling as she imagined different things, amusing herself with her private jokes. “What are you smiling at,” he asked as he returned with the tape.

“Just at how cute you look.” It was his turn now to feel self-conscious. She noticed the reaction and she corrected herself. “You have such a big penis, Alan. It looks so powerful and strong as you walk. I mean, it sticks out so far, like some weapon or something.” This wasn’t an entirely accurate summary of the images she was having, but it was the one she wanted to share with him and he smiled in appreciation as he began to measure her nipples. The head of his cock touched her belly.

“Uh oh, Theresa, I think they went down.”

She looked down at her nipples. “Goodness, yes, silly things.” She started to move her hands to them to give them some tweaks, but he stopped her.

“No, no, Theresa, I should do this. I’m the experimenter now. I need to provide the stimulation.”

She didn’t mind. “Alright, dear.” She leaned back a bit on the desk, holding the edge with her hands, opening herself up to whatever he wanted to do with her breasts. She smiled as he hesitated. She pushed her chest out a bit, making it clear that her tits were now in his hands, literally.