"Yes..."

"Y-Yes," you replied.

"Okay, so how do I do it? I don't really know- I've never done stuff like that, so..." You unzip your pants and free your aching member. Hannah's attention was immediately drawn to your stiff erection.

"You can just use y-your hand. A-a-and stroke it."

"Like this?" You gasp as her cold fingers wrap around your shaft.

"Sorry, was that too hard?"

"N-no, it was good." Too good, in fact. The soft hand of a girl felt amazing on your sensitive cock, especially when it was someone gorgeous like Hannah. She gripped your cock again and began to move up and down slowly. You guess her claim of being sexually inexperienced was true as her technique was awkward. In comparison, your mother or sister could milk you in their sleep. After all, they have been providing you with relief ever since the condition manifested.

"Y-you can grab it a little harder," you instructed. The pressure intensified, at last to a level that made orgasm within the next ten minutes possible. You fought back the urge to moan whenever her fingers glided over the ridge of your glans. That was your weak point and stimulation of that zone always felt tingly and made your toes curl.

"I've never seen one before... it feels so hot. And looks funny." Even though you had crippling social anxiety, you knew your cock was adequate in size and shape if compared to porn models. Your family members had also attested as much. Hannah was focused on your cock, allowing you to sneak peeks at her angelic face. How could a girl have such long lashes?

"Oh, you're already jacking him off," said an unfamiliar voice. The girl seat in front of you had turned around and was watching your treatment brazenly. She was a blonde girl with short, curvy hair and a mischievous smirk on her lips. She wasn't as perfect as Hannah and had a rather thin body, but there was an energy to her that made her very attractive.

"Hi, I'm Haley!" She stuck her hand out. You reached out and shook it even while Hannah was jerking you off.

"Man, I thought I would help you out. I didn't realize the model student Hannah was so cock hungry!"

"I'm not! I'm just helping John because he didn't look too good!" Hannah's grip tightened as she shot back, making you flinch a little. She was beginning to get the rhythm and the handjob was beginning to feel really good.

"I can see through you, Hannah bananah. I'm telling you, a hard cock up your pussy feels amaaaazing. Tell her I'm right, John."

"U-uh," you mumble.

"Don't drag John into this! And I don't need you roping me into another of your seedy parties again! Your boyfriend felt me up!" Hannah's round cheeks were flushed.

"Jeez, he's really good at sex, alright? He would definitely make you feel good. Also, it was his birthday, so I thought I would give him my hottest friend as a present."

"Ugh, you're disgusting."

"Hey, you really are! Right, John? Tell me you wouldn't love to fuck Hannah."

"H-huh? U-uh, I d-don't really..."

"Hannah's not your type? I'm surprised, half the school faps to her!"

"Oh, I guess you don't really think I'm cute then..." Hannah muttered. How in the world did it come to this?

"N-no! You're really beautiful, Hannah!" you yelled. That came out much too loud than expected, and the whole class turned to stare. Fuck.

"T-thanks, John. That was sweet."

"Ugh! Just when I thought I could get someone on team Haley." The blonde girl then leaned over the table, allowing you to peek down her blouse to her cleavage. She wasn't as well-endowed as Hannah but it was still a tantalizing sight.

"I have to say, that cock looks delicious. You know, why don't we become closer friends? I'm sure you'll like it."

"O-okay?" You were rather overwhelmed by this girl's rapid-fire questions. The conversation was finally interrupted by your cock, where the pleasure was reaching a critical threshold. Hannah was arguing with Haley again, and you didn't want to cut in. You shuddered as her fingers, lubricated by your pre-cum, slickly guided you past the point of no return. In the limbo between that and the semen ejecting out of your genitalia, every stroke of her hand made you twitch and moan audibly.

"Oh, your boy's popping off," Haley said when she noticed you sperging out. Just as she finished her sentence, a thick rope of cum arced into the air and splashed on your desk.

"Eh? What do I do?" Hannah was alarmed at the amount of semen shooting out of the cock she was milking.

"Stroke harder! If you don't, he won't be able to cum properly if you don't! Like really grip it and crank that shaft hard!" Haley said gleefully. Hannah, unfortunately, followed her helpful advice, and you felt her fingers clamp down hard and double her speed. You fly off the chair from the extreme stimulation applied right in the middle of your orgasm. Hannah doesn't stop her death-grip handjob, believing herself to be helping. Your next few spurts of semen shot across the table like beams and hit Haley, who was laughing her ass off at the scene. The intense orgasm had incapacitated you and you were unable to tell Hannah to stop, even as the flow of semen petered out. That was when the post-orgasm over stimulation began, which wreaked havoc on your consciousness just as hard.

"S-stop! Hannah!" You finally squeak out, and Hannah abruptly let go. Like a puppet with its strings cut, you slump back into your seat, absolutely exhausted from the mind blowing experience.

"John? Are you alright? Haley! What did I do?"

"Nothing, you did great! Too good, probably." Haley looked down at the large splotches of cum that had landed on her blouse. She scooped some up with a finger and put it into her mouth. "Mmm, that tastes nice. It's not bitter at all! Here, give it a try."

Caught up in the moment, Hannah opened her mouth to Haley's cum covered finger and ate your ejaculate.

"It tastes... strange..." She made a face, unsure of whether one was supposed to like the fishy, slimy discharge.

"Baby, this is about as good as it gets," Haley said as she sampled another scoop.