They draw it out.

You feel a twinge in your thighs. You must be getting close, but you're not yet there. Grace and Lola can feel it too. Grace's eyes widen, and she and Lola begin to work more fervently. Their tongues swirl around your cockhead, and their lips slide over it smoothly. Lola's hand rests on Grace's back, squeezing rhythmically.

Your hand reaches out behind you and you grab a fistful of Grace's hair. As her head arches back, you feel a twinge in your groin, a tightness in your balls.

"I think I'm going to cum," you groan, "but please keep going. I don't want to lose control yet.

Lola looks at you and nods, blowing a breath onto your cock, making you hiss. She keeps up a steady, rhythmic suction.

Grace looks at you with concern, and her pace slows, trying to prolong your pleasure, and honor Diana's instruction to keep you from cumming.

"No, no, that's ok," you say, "you can speed up again, just keep going. I can last a little longer."

"Really?" Grace asks, between bobs.

"Really," you say.

"He's going to cum soon," Lola says to Grace, "you should take your mouth off it."

"No," Grace says, "I want to keep going. Let's just do it like this."

Lola looks to you for approval.

You almost don't have the words to respond. The sight of Grace and Lola bobbing on your cock is almost too much to bear.

"I think Joe would like you to stop," Diana says.

"No, no," you stammer, "it's ok. I just need distract my mind...ah."

You turn your eyes to the ceiling, focusing on the architecture. It's pretty, with a high arched ceiling, many columns...damn, those rock-hard columns!

You feel Lola take her mouth off your shaft and instead grip it firmly, beginning to pump it while Grace blows you.

Grace is staring at you, trying to keep you from losing control.

"Faster," you say, thrusting your hips up into Grace's mouth.

"You got it!" Lola says breathlessly, as she pumps you.

You catch sight of Diana watching intently, jotting down notes, clearly fascinated by the whole process, and maybe a little flush.

Lola pumps your shaft faster and faster, her eyes looking up at you every now and then, gauging your pleasure with her strokes.

Your breathing starts to hitch, and your face muscles tighten.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," you say, unsure if you should stop or keep going.

"Ok, girls, back off," Diana calls out. "Joe's about to cum now."

Grace and Lola stop immediately and pull their hands and mouths away.

"Good job, girls, you can go back to your seats now," Diana says, "Joe, try to hold on a little longer, ok?"

You nod and try to concentrate on anything but the feeling...you want to stick your dick in something and fuck it with abandon. Your brain is absolutely swimming in sexual desire.