Cum inside

I now stand with dick throgh the hole in the wall.
The hole is more narow than it should but I am have been to horny to notice.

The moaning from the other side stops, she sounds very embarrased.

• Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear....what are you doing?Please take it out!

• I am stucked, realizing that it is true.

• Are you dear, what can we do?..Should I call the police??

• My cock needs to be softer if I should be able to get out

• Well I guess you have to wait then....

  Her doorbell rings, - oh I forgot,its the womans club today, she says

  I can feel her spraying som water and fast-cleaning my dick like its just another thing in her room she want to be sure is not dusty.
  Then she hang the cloth on my penis to cover it.

  I hear her go out and opens the door and doing chit-chatting with a couple of other ladies, surely she has forgotten about me.
  I get that her name is Cristina, and that her friend is Wencke, Tone and Toril

  One of the women gets into the livingroom
  Christina: Eh, I thought we could drink tea in the kitchen today?

• Dont be silly, we always sit in the living room...

  They sit around the table drinking tea quite close to me...
  -Why are you hanging a cloth at the wall in your living room?, one of the ladies suddenly say.
  Cristina: Well,I thought it would be practical to not to have to go to the kitchen if I wanted to get rid of some dust.

• Sounds like a good idea, the women agrees.

  After some more chit-chat I get who is who

  Torild: Why is the cloth moving?
  Christina: Dont be silly

• I saw it move too, Wencke replies
  Christina: impossible

  Before Christina is able to stop Tone, Tone has reach out her arm to grab the cloth
  She stops when holding around it:

• You sure have bought yourself a crafty hook

  She takes away the clothing.
  The women are staring speechless..
  They even stopped breathing..

  Torild: What is that?!...she says with an eyebrow raised.

• Uh, it is an instalation from a famous artist.I covered it cause I thought it was to provocative...
  Torild: Really?
  Wencke: It sure looks natural
  Tone: Cristina, you sure are getting desperat.
  Christina Its art!
  Tone: Mind if I touch it
  Christina: No, please do not
  Tone: Dont pretend to be a prude, you bought it...ah...its hot....and so real!
  Wencke: What material is it?
  Torild: I cant belive you bought this..

  I can feel hands touching and feeling at it making it even harder...

  Tone: It even has a pulse, feel here ladies!
  Torhild put her hand back as she get burnt when she feels the pulse....
  Wenche: It is very beatiful,she says as she rubs it under the forhead.

  A moan slips out of my mouth....leaves the ladies jumping back....

• Sorry!, Christina shouts...it is real...please dont touch it...a pervert put it against the wall, I found it to embarrassing...We should call the police
  Torild: We certanly shuld
  Me: It was an accident. I cant get it out when its hard, please just dont touch and it might get softer, I say.

  Wencke: Are you hurt?
  Me: No, just stucked.
  Torild: What is your full name?
  Me: Its John Doe
  Wencke: Nice to meet you mr. Doe
  Tone: Well, ladies, lets drink our tea while we look after this young gentleman.

  I can hear the women bring there chairs around my penis and sit drinking tea.

  Tone: Its very hard not to look at it isnt it?
  Torild: Well, it is not everyday we have a hard penis at the tea-party,she said seriosly
  A nervously relifing laughter fills the room.
  Torild: Should we not call the police?
  Tone: He will not harm us in this position,and we know his name, I think he learned his lesson
  Christina: Lets just ignore him.

  I hear them drinking tea and desperatly try
  trying to ignore my penis.
  Their voices are quite tense, their laughs are nervous.
  Sometimes they whispers but he still hears it...

• How long is it since you had any....

• It sure looks healthy...

• The skin of it felt healthy too

• I cant belive we touched it

• I wonder if he has a girlfriend

• He must have a lot of power in that thing..

• He probably could last all night

• Shhhhhh

  After a long time they end up in silence...

  Tone:-Its hard not to stare at it, isnt it Wencke?
  Wencke: I dont mean to stare at it...
  Tone: How long are you going to stay hard for us, it is getting late..
  Me: Well, it sure doesnt help that you are so close to it.
  Tone: Do you mean you get turned on by old ladies like us?
  Me: Yes, I cant hide it.
  Tone: You certanly are proving it.
  Me: Maybe it is another way to make me soft quicker
  Wencke: Is it?...how?
  Me: Well, you know....
  Toril: You are taking it to far, I go home now...I am not that interested in this, this penis...
  Toril walks out.

  Tone: well, there left mrs. high morality
  Me: I hope she does not gozzip about it
  Tone: Why should we not tell everybody about this?
  Me: I never tell anything about my privat affairs, and now I am very embarrassed.
  It is quite tiresome to stand like this to..

  The door slams as Toril goes out the outer door.

  Tone tries to remain unafected

• Is that so that you never tell? Tone says holding my penis gently.
  Cristina: What are you doing?
  Tone: We have kept silent about things before...He sure needs help, right Wencke?
  Wencke: Well, maybe we should help, it is not healthy to stand like this for a long time...
  Tone: And after all Christina, maybe this really is an accident...
  Cristina looks down....well, why dont Wencke and I go to the kitchen, while you give him a helping hand?
  Tone: So now I have to do it!!!...well, ok
  Cristina: Thanks, Are you comming Wencke..

  I hear high heal shoes walk away.

  Then I hear Ann whispering with someone outside my door:

  Ann: Are you sure?
  Lady: He is expecting me, I help myself in.

  The door open slightly and an elegant lady in her late forties makes eyecontact while making a shhhh sound.

• I just went by to be sure that you are allright, she whispers
  And that you are behaving properly.

• Are you Toril?
  She nods strichtly.

• Who are you talking to?, Tone asks from the other side.

• Nobody, I was just thinking loudly.

  Torild looks nervous.

  Tone: Well, you better start talking to me, I want to know if you are allright.

  I feel her hands around my cock, milking it
  Tone: Do you like it
  Me Mmm
  Tone: I have not done this ever...we are ladies from conservative homes, so we are doing you a great favour here.....I try to think of it like I am milking a cow......are you comming soon?

• It may take some time...

• Im an old lady, I cant stay on forever

  After a while

• I help you, Wenche shouts from the kitchen and comes walking.
  Tone:Thank you
  Wenckes hands are shivering as she takes over.Looking as paralyzed at the penis she is working.
  Tone: First time for you too?
  Wencke nods.
  Her hands knows what to do, I cant helpin making a satisfied sound...

• You really are good, hear how he likes it...Cristina says from behind.
  Tone: are you comming soon?
  Me: I am not used to cum like this, i usually cum inside a pussy
  Tone: What is a pussy?
  Me: Vagina
  Cristina: Oh dear, oh dear
  Wencke: Thats out of the question,We have to try this for a longer while

  Toril raises an eyebrow, watching me calmly from the bed.

  Me: I try to fantasize about being inside you..
  Wencke: Do you want to be inside me?
  Me: With these soft, firm hands I can imagine how your pussy...vagina feels like...
  Wencke: Oh..please dont talk like that..
  Cristina and Tone are suddenly looking at Wencke with a strange look..
  Then Wencke gets aware of that she is soaking wet, and are only wearing thin,white pants
  Her vagina is actually visible,altoghh Wencke can not see that from her point of wiew.
  Cristina blushes....its obvious that they all are very horny, just not as horny as Wencke.

  Tone: Christina, we should go to the shop before it closes to buy some grocerys...
  Christina: Ok...
  Tone: Can you look after him for half an hour? we really apriciate that you help us with this....
  Wencke: Ok...she says with a shivering voice...I help you out...
  Tone: Thank you, we owe you one...
  As the door slams, Wencke stops her lovely handmovement.