I stood next to Dick and gently squeezed his glans, tapping a few times at its cleft. The other women knelt in front of him as close as they could get. A small drop of pre-cum winked from the eye of his penis. We moved on to Mark, whose glans I similarly ministered to. Different story. A much more generous supply deliciously wept out onto his glans, where it glistened brightly. We studied it long and hard, scarcely able to resist the temptation to engulf his penis in our mouths.
‘Okay, boys,’ I said. ‘Please masturbate. Masturbate to completion, if you will.’
To our delight, the two guys at once began to jerk off slowly.
‘Remarkable,’ I said. ‘Their techniques are practically identical. It must be passed on in the genes.’
Everyone laughed.
The two guys gave us a wonderful display, now jerking off with their fists, now their thumbs and forefingers. Now they concentrated on the shaft of their dicks, now the glans. Sometimes they stopped to fondle and squeeze their helmets, pinching and tapping the sensitive area round the ridge and in the cleft. Sometimes they transferred their attentions to their balls. And then they were jerking off with a steady rhythm again. We watched them, mesmerised.
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