Chapter 11
They did change positions as they babbled excitedly about the amazing prize that they had found. Terry moving to his nipples, the ecstatic Grace to his soft cock, Florence reluctantly moving to his feet, while Helen moved up to his head. They all rested for a moment before renewing their onslaught, giving George a short time for his balls to fill once again. Helen reached down over his head and took his soft prick in her gloved palms and rubbed it gently the way she might warm her hands in the cold, knowing that the sensation of the soft, luxurious kid, the sensual feel of it, the utter femininity of it, would soon have him as stiff and as hard as a steel poker once again.
"You know, Helen, your term 'Smorgasbord' certainly describes this situation to a T. If his youthful cock tastes as good as his sweet nipples did," Grace said idly at her pole position as she watched excitedly for some sign of life from the cock that Helen was gently massaging in her gloved fingers. The fingers of her black kid gloves were stained white as though they had been bleached but Helen didn't mind. She planned on keeping the town cleaners pretty busy from now on. She wondered if the stains would come out of the exquisitely delicate kid. She would have to get her sister to buy her a dozen pairs or more in the event they didn't. The gloves must have cost forty or fifty dollars, but she didn't care, she'd willingly use a new pair on him every day, just as long as they brought results.
She thrilled inwardly as she felt his prick begin to harden and lengthen a bit in her palms. She increased the tempo of her massage and now it was evident to all that his cock was on the rise again.
"Oh, LOOK at it go," Grace exclaimed, wetting her lush lips with her tongue till they shone brilliantly, as she eagerly watched George's thoroughly lipstick smeared cock grow in Helen's hands, the milky whiteness of it standing out in violent contrast to her hostess's black gloves. Helen was supporting his cock now with just the palms of her hands, cupping its underside so as to give the others a clear view of the rapid progress of his erection.
"Good gracious, girls, isn't he unbelievable?" Terry exclaimed as she stared, fascinated by the rapidly growing cock. "He only has half an erection and he's already larger than my husband ever was."
His cock was stiff enough now that it didn't need any support as it gradually lifted from Helen's hands, lengthening and fattening as it rose skyward.
"Look at that. It uncaps itself," Florence exclaimed as the fiery nose of his knob peeked through the covering foreskin and gradually separated the wrinkly folds, sliding its slippery way out of the thin protective covering as his shaft continued to thicken and rise.
"It seems a shame that men get circumcised," Florence said quietly as they all stared at the awesome display. "My husband's knob is all leathery from knocking about in his trousers. I think nature gave a man his foreskin to keep his head all velvety and smooth like his is and it certainly must be more sensitive."
"I never thought about it before, Florence," Terry said seriously. "But I think you must be right. You all know that first and foremost I'm a cunt and cock-sucker. I'm always secretly delighted when I discover a man has a foreskin. I just love to tug it back with my teeth and lick and nibble on it, otherwise I feel kind of cheated."
Suddenly George felt proud of the fact that he had a foreskin to go along with his monster prick. He seemed to be discovering some delightful new fact every minute. And to think of how the boys in school used to kid him about that too.
Finally his cock was standing up straight and proud once again, requiring no more assistance from Helen's gloved hands. The four women went to work on him with if anything more of a vengeance than before and the blast of his orgasm was just as tremendous as had been the first. And it was only due to his extreme youth that he could accommodate them two additional times, so that each one had a chance at his delicious cock and balls.
Terry was the fourth one to bring him to orgasm and as he had suspected from the way she had worked so expertly on Helen's cunt and the fact that she had mentioned that this was what she liked to do best, she was the most expert by far. She sent him into spine-tingling rapture the way she concentrated mainly on the sensitive underside of his knob, knowing that it was there that she could thrill him the most; pausing occasionally to gulp the head that was swollen more than ever before into her mouth and chew it into raw sensitivity. The others were furious when, sensing his orgasm, she hooked her teeth over the ridge of his knob, locking her mouth in place and took every blast deep down her throat, not gagging as Florence had done, but quickly gulping down every delectable spurt.
After this he lay back on the table completely spent in balls and body, unable to go any further, so completely exhausted that, boy-like, he fell into a deep slumber.
"Oh NO-O-O," Florence screamed as she felt since she had had the pole position first, she would be the first to be fucked.
"I'm afraid our prize specimen is finished for tonight, girls," Helen whispered as she went to the couch and brought back an afghan, covering his nude form with it as though she were putting a baby to bed. "But if you all are as hot as I am, there's no reason that we can't ... er ... have another game of bridge amongst ourselves."