Penis Massage

“I guess you can rub it if you don’t mind.” I shrugged.

“Okay just lay back.” Ms. Adams smiled. She rubbed her hands together. “Do you have any lube Sarah?”

“Yeah sure.” Ms. Nelson said handing her a small bottle of the shelf. I had no idea why that was there and I didn’t want to know.

“Thank you.” Ms. Adams put a little on her hands then tipped the bottle pouring a trail down along my cock. She put her hands on my cock as she held it up near the head with her left and began to run her other hand along the length of the shaft softly going back and forth as she pressed down a little harder with each pass. “Any soreness here?” She said as she moved her two fingers along the underside of my cock.

“No ma’am.” I shook my head.

“So polite.” Ms. Nelson smiled as she reached up and stroked my hair bending over as she did to flash her nice large tits in her top. “Do you want me to get those magazines?”

“No this is fine, I mean you’re fine, I mean…” I stammered as I sat up on my elbows looking for the words.

“It’s okay sweetie.” Ms. Nelson smiled and gave me a little wink. Ms. Adams moved her fingers around my cock and raised it up and slid one hand from the ring of my cock to the base and then the other hand as she kept moving them down one after another making my toes curl.

“Still good.” Ms. Adams asked I shook my head in approval not wanting to say what I was really thinking. My dick felt so good in her hands. Granted she was the second woman to every touch it so I didn’t have much experience to base it on but I didn’t think it could get much better than this. I was wrong of course because it was about to get a lot better.

“I must say I am impressed most guy your age would be on their way back to class by now.” Ms. Adams grinned. She pulled the foreskin of my cock down and began to rub her finger along the underside of my cock in little circles. I had to grip the side of the exam table as she did. I thought I might come off the couch. “This little spot is very sensitive; it’s not too much is it.” She smiled. As sensitive as I was she could have just pressed a nuclear launch button because I swore I was going to explode but luckily didn’t. I didn’t want this to end. She was the anatomy teacher all right I thought because she certainly had a clear understanding of it, or at least mine. Ms. Nelson leaned in for a closer look as she bit her lip and softly caressed my thigh.

“Where are you most sore, your scrotum or the head of your cock dear?” Ms. Nelson smiled up at me.