TeenFan wrote: ↑Thu Aug 10, 2023 2:34 pm
It's In the Script
Part 34.
Thank goodness! He finally got some relief!
Pity the medical exam went so quickly...I was hoping for more rectal/prostate stuff.
Saute's hand looks small and dainty, but when it comes to giving a dick a squeeze job, it has plenty of torque and muscle. She must expertly
know how to wring out a mop. She could choke a chicken with the best of them, a real live chicken, grabbing a hen by the neck and putting it
out of its clucking misery. Saute has a vice grip like a boa constrictor with an unlucky rodent caught in its curled grasp. With his penis in the
clutches of the enthusiastic girl and her surprisingly strong grip, Stian's mind switches over to how he would call for help if he was back in the
Space movie...
"Come in Mission Control. This is Major Stian."
"We can hear you loud and clear, Major Stian."
"Houston, I got a problem here. The space worm escaped from the tank and it has a hold on me...I'm getting squeezed."
"Copy that Major. Where are you getting squeezed?"
"Umm, the thing wrapped itself around my dick. It's pumping me like crazy."
"Understood, Major Stian. Our science officer suggests finding the acetylene torch and burning the thing off."
"But...But I could end up with a fried dick."
"Better a burnt dick than dead, Major Stian. Good luck to you. Mission Control out."
For Stian there is no Mission Control to call for help. There are no tools to grab to extricate his ever increasingly throbbing and super sensitive
penis from the grips of Saute's handjob. With great enthusiasm she had wrapped her hand around the middle part of the erection, and for the
last minute or so she's been doing her best to squeeze the cheese out of it. The only source of assistance, the only grownup in the room, the
woman tasked with teaching him and watching over him, the assigned tutor Mrs. Ginger just watches on as she chews on the crust of a pizza
slice. Why won't she put a stop to this? Hasn't this improvisation gone beyond what could be considered normal activities for PG aged kids? This
scene has entered the realm of NC-17 rated material, if not an X. Stian just had his dick sucked by Daisy for crying out loud. Where is there a
Director to call "Cut" when you need one?
The way Saute squeezes him keeps his hardon at full stiffness. However, the sensation is not getting him closer to putting a climax on the scene,
not getting him closer to spurting. The hand stays in one place as it squeezes, loosens up, then squeezes again. Saute isn't making any up and
down the shaft motions. When a boy masturbates his hand goes up and down. It's the slide n squeeze sensation up and down the entire shaft
that gets the full measure of juices flowing, gets the tube lubed and ready to spill the hot contents of a teen boy's balls. Take that back...
the tube is getting very lubed. A line of dick drool oozes out. Stian is amazed, rarely encountering pre-cum during his earlier forays into masturbation land. Normally his jerkoffs are over so much quicker.
"He's getting all slimy again," Julienne states, and being the "mother" in this improvisational madhouse it's her job to be observing the procedures
closely. "But when is the cheese supposed to come out?"
"When you squeeze it looks like his head is going to explode," says Miss Barretta Bartlett, and for the first time in a while the young actress gets in a cameo appearance. "Is there a better way to stroke jerk him off?"
Mrs. Ginger finally gets involved, but not to put an end to the scene. "That lube leaking out helps, but not enough. I got some good stuff in my
bag over here. That's too much squeezing, he's not an orange. Let's try some motion lotion."
Mrs. Ginger rummages through her handbag and she pulls out a tube of lube. The tube is tossed over to Momma Julienne. Stian's movie mother
squirts a generous portion of the fluid on her hand and she takes an active role in solving her son's penis problem. Taking over from Saute,
Julienne rubs her wet and slippery hand all around Stian's dick, coating it from bulbous glans to base.
With the aroused rocket glistening with a fresh coat of lubricant, Julienne takes over the handjob. "I've seen my brother playing with himself"
she says, and she looks over at Flambe, gives her brother a wink. "He got it stiff all the way, but nothing came out...not while I was watching him.
How long does it take? Can you make stuff come out little brother?" The hand slides up and down, fingers wrapped around and squeezing, but
sliding easily now with the slippery lubricant.
Mrs. Ginger steps into the scene once again. "I don't think he'll last long. He probably has plenty of stuff in there, and he's pointed right at you
Doctor Daisy. You need something to catch his stuff with."
Mrs. Ginger picks up the pizza box from off the bed. She brings this over to the group and holds it out in front of Stian. "If he shoots a long way
you need to be prepared. Hold the box in front with the lid open. Be prepared for anything."
With the jerking reaching a faster rhythm, with the countdown starting up again, Stian knows he's about to blow and it's gonna happen soon. He
doesn't want to blow a gasket. He doesn't want to spurt off in front of everyone, but at the same he wants a conclusion to this. An ejaculation
will probably put an end to how much focus and attention these girls are putting into their current exploratory endeavors. Once he's shot off over the moon, spread his space seed so to speak, then everything can go back to normal, whatever "Normal" is going to be on this movie making expedition.
"Houston, we got a problem. I'm about to spring a leak from the master hydraulic line and there's nothing I can do to stop it..."
"Help, my mother is jerking me off...and she's so hot...she's beautiful."
"I've never cum in front of anyone before...." These thoughts rapidly run through Stian's mind and the countdown takes over...Five...Four...Three...
Stian raises his head and closes his eyes and all there is is the increase in pressure, followed by the sudden release of that built up pressure. Stian opens his eyes again and he looks down. Like a hatch blowing out on a spaceship, the internal atmosphere along with various items shoots out into space. What comes out is a white hot rope that is at least four inches long. It blasts out to land on the angled semi-upright lid of the pizza box
two feet away. Another squeezing of his balls and groin and a second shot hits the middle of the pizza container. Instantly everyone lets out some
form of exclamatory statement, making a mishmash of words of which Stian is only partly cognizant of. Mostly all he can do is feel the explosive
series of fluid releases. A third squirt has less distance to it and plops straight downward onto the box. Stian can't remember ever having so
many squirts before, but there it is, a fourth spurt. This last one oozes and dribbles out, flowing out and down like glue squeezed from a bottle of
Elmer's. Finally, the series of contractions inside his crotch comes to an end and all that is left is drips from the dick...plop, plop, plop. Looking
into the pizza box there is a white flowing mess of cream cheese. The big splat that hit the upraised lid flows down toward the creases of
the box lid where it's attached to the main box.
"Holy Moly, that was a lot of spunk," Saute shouts out.
"That's incredible," says Flambe.
"What a blastoff. I've never seen that happen before," adds Miss Bartlette as if a girl her age is supposed to have seen such sights.
"I'll have to do one final examination to be sure, but I think we fixed the problem," Doctor Daisy declares her expert medical opinion. "I think
this dick is disinfected."