Nothing’s happening

It might have been the pressure of the audience, the image of another man’s cock being in such close vicinity, or maybe it was divine intervention in the house of god, but neither of them could seem to get it up! They were both just standing there, dick in hand, pumping themselves flaccid for several minutes.

“Ugh, you boys can’t do anything by yourselves.” Ashley said, playfully. She walks over and stands between them, facing the rest of the group. When she holds out her hands the boys take the hint and drop theirs for her to take over. She wraps her hands around their cocks according to the original plan, but this time she has more than one to play with. She starts pumping up and down. Soon the men start to get semis.

Nate was enjoying the view of the audience, who were getting desensitized enough to think about asking questions, but since Mr. Smith wasn’t an exhibitionist his head was a little dry. Although he was erect he wasn’t really lubricating himself “down there” and he appeared uncomfortable. Ashley noticed this and, leaning over, dropped a little spit onto her hand and went back to stroking him. The saliva helped and she smiled, feeling naughty. It felt good to know that she could appear seductive to men. Soon both of the men were literally in her hands, under her thumbs. She had them by the balls.