“Let’s start with the chin ups,” She answered herself. “Everybody line up here by the chin up bar!” She shouted, going there herself. She blew her whistle, “Go! Go! Move it! Move it!”
Kathy took me by my hand (the one I wasn’t frenziedly working my shaft with). “Come on John!” She lead me over to the rapidly forming line, getting us a position about half way down.
Watching the girls grunting and straining on the bar, their erect nipples straining against the yellow fabric of their gym uniforms was starting to get me worked up, and the rhythmic stroking of my cock began to get into a real sort of groove. It had only been about 30 minutes since I had ejaculated last, but already I was close to cumming again. I must have let out the tiniest of moans, because Kathy turned to me and looked down before meeting my eyes once again up above.
Looking straight into my eyes and smiling, she leaned toward me, steadying herself with one hand on my shoulder. Her other hand, she sent down past my waist, just close enough for the head of my penis to brush against her open palm on each rapid thrust, drawing lines across her hand with precum.
Kathy leaned in even closer and whispered in my ear, “Almost there? Keep it up, John…” The smooth surface of her palm sent tiny waves of pleasure throughout my body. Whatever the disease was doing to me, at very least I knew it was heightening my ability to feel pleasure. I almost certainly would have been worried, had I not been in a state of pure bliss at the moment. This was undoubtedly the best feeling I’d ever experienced, better even than straight intercourse, surprisingly (which had always prior to now been somewhat dulled by the condoms I’d wear). I didn’t know how much more pleasure I could take without release…
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