Ed McCaffrey's Penile Lubricant Ch. 06

"Well, Susan, aren't you going to do some polishing?" Mr Canning had some cloths in his hand and the blue tin. In a daze she took them. Was this quite what she had come around to Mr Canning's house to do? Certainly, polishing but...

"What are the directions, Susan?"

"Direction for Use," she read out loud, "Apply polish with a cloth or polish applicator. Allow to dry. Buff to a gloss. For an extra high shine, apply another light coat of polish, sprinkle with water and buff with a soft cloth."

Susan knelt, her bare knees on the carpet, three firm cocks rising up in front of her. It was not the sort of cleaning and polishing she had expected to do. She pushed one of the cloths along the smooth polish taking up a little. She looked up and the boys looked down at her, their classmate, down level with their turgid cocks.

Who to start with? Whose to polish first? She started with her boyfriend. His familiar penis, the pale pink helmet with the dark red band at its base atop the wrinkled pole. She touched it with the cloth and began applying the polish, it showing wetly upon the membrane. A groan from Jose. She glanced up as she began to rub it around Jose's helmet ensuring the polish went all over and around it. The warmth of Jose's penis made the vanilla scent stronger as the polish warmed. It was heady; not quite making her head swim but certainly her a little light-headed. Her panties were quite wet now beneath her skirt.

She swallowed. The polish was applied to Jose. Now for the next boy. Joe was next in line. He of the big, black sausage with the light brown knob. She remembered now holding it for Joe to be shaved. And he was still hairless. No tight black curls just smooth skin and his wrinkled, black as anything, ball sack without hair; just hanging there and so male. A gorgeous upright penis but the light brown knob was only just peeking out. She could see -- and remember -- Joe's much more generous foreskin compared to Jose.

"Susan, you'll need to..."

She knew. She knew. "Yes, Mr Canning." A gentle tugging and down came the foreskin -- sort of like a pair of panties. Like she felt hers needed to! Another dip in the polish tin and Susan was applying, smearing the polish generously over the smooth light brown glans.

"Not too much polish, Susan, a little goes a long way."

Shiny with the polish, its vanilla scent rising into her nostrils, the light brown knob was all covered. One more to do. Michael's penis. The biggest one. It truly was an inch longer than Joe Maddison's. Remarkable. Indeed Susan wondered if she was to straighten it, pull its curve straight, it might be longer still. It stood in front of her face rising up from a profusion of blond curls and hair. Susan could barely make out his balls within all that hair, indeed she reached and felt just to see they were there. They were, tight against his body, all tucked up and nestled in a woolly nest. His penis curved firmly upwards so his mushroom shaped knob -- so much flatter than the other boys -- pointed directly at the ceiling. It was mauve running to purple at its thick edge. Different again from the other boys. His foreskin strongly retracted. Susan applied the polish, all at once thinking of a gear stick on a car, like the one she was learning to drive.

Three knobs all now with polish. What was next? Susan looked again at the instructions, 'Allow to dry. Buff to a gloss.' Was the polish dry? She touched Jose's knob with her fingertip, running it down the smooth head from its little 'pee hole' -- or was that 'cum hole' -- to his flared coronal ridge. It felt dry but very smooth -- smooth with polish. She reached for the cloth. It seemed to Susan that you did not buff by merely wiping, it needed a regular and vigorous stroking movement. Holding the cloth taut between her two hands she rubbed the stretched cloth back and forth across the knob -- the rear, to the sides, to the front; easing it around the helmet shape. It was, after all, rounded not faceted.

Groaning from Jose as his so sensitive organ was firmly stroked with the cloth. Wide eyes from the other lads as they knew what was coming to them. And it was. Rigorous cloth work to Joe's knob until it really shone.

"Please, Susan, no more... do be careful."

For a moment Susan was puzzled. She was being careful. Had she not polished well? And then it came to her that Joe was worried about ejaculating. It was what boys did. She moved quickly onto Michael, leaving Joe standing with his penis so upright and his knob so shiny.

What a staff! Susan was not yet very experienced, but Michael's did seem a little exceptional. And what a funny flattened head -- or was it unusual? Were the other two boys the more unusual. She did not know. Perhaps Mr Canning and Mr Lovell might know. They were probably much more experienced than she!

Susan applied the polish, rubbing it all over the mauve and purple head. It was not glossy at all, quite matt -- but that would change. Upright certainly but it seemed to have more 'give' than the other two boys and moved around easily. She found the moving cloth caused it to wobble back and forth. She had to hold the shaft in one hand and try and buff with the cloth held in the other hand until she buffed it to a hard shine.

A second polishing, I think, is required."

"They are already nice and shiny, Mr Canning.

"But the tin says..."

And it did. Susan read, 'For an extra high shine, apply another light coat of polish, sprinkle with water and buff with a soft cloth.'

"I think you'll want them shining like boots and belts on a parade ground."

The idea! Susan's mother would probably make some rather embarrassing comment about Mr Canning thinking of tall soldier boys on the parade ground, standing to attention; but Susan dripping away in her knickers found the idea of polishing all that men's equipment strangely exciting. She wiped the cloth again over the smooth yellow, vanilla scented polish, and turned back to Jose. With the cloth she again applied the polish. Jose's knob was already so shiny as she wiped the second thin coat onto it.

"I wonder, Susan," said Mr Canning, "if you might not take off your blouse and perhaps your skirt. You wouldn't want to get polish on them, or..."

Or what? Susan was momentarily puzzled, her mind so full of her task. She looked at the three cocks standing right in front of her face, their knobs shining and catching the light. They were all very swollen. Were they perhaps uncomfortable like that. 'Oh,' she thought. 'oh!' Indeed yes -- Mr Canning's warning was about what might happen if she was not careful in her polishing. Penises might spurt their stuff.

Carefully Susan removed blouse and skirt. A rather brave thing to do in a room of five men, three naked and erect. Young men, certainly, could get ideas. But she did not want to get semen all over her clothes. And, actually, she did not really want semen on her lovely white brassiere and panty set. Susan unclipped her training brassiere revealing her small breasts. Then down came her white knickers revealing her soft rounded bottom and hairless, shaven slit. She glanced at the three erections. They were no less firm. From Michael's, a drop of clear liquid appeared and then ran down that funny little strip of skin that split his knob into two. She hoped it would not spoil the polish.

Naked, she carried on applying the second coat of polish. Returning to Jose's cock she touched the knob with her finger to see if the polish was sufficiently dry and then began to rub with her cloth, seeking an extra high shine.

"Spit and polish, Susan, spit and polish."

Oh, yes! She was meant to sprinkle with water. Susan dribbled onto Jose's penis. Her spit did look rather like semen. She had certainly seen that come out of Jose's penis. She rubbed seeking that extra shine with her cloth; polishing away at Jose's taut rounded knob.

Wow! She could almost see her face reflected in the shiny bulb. On to Joe's knob, his big light brown knob. Rather than spit on it, which had resulted in too much liquid, Susan thought she would lick, apply her saliva carefully and sparingly all around the knob. It was a little embarrassing doing that with everyone watching -- and were they watching! The polish now with a thin layer of wetness upon it was then buffed by Susan's cloth, pulled back and forth between her hands. What a wonderful shine that produced. The coffee coloured knob positively glowed in the light. Beautiful!

No need to lick, dribble or even suck upon Michael's penis. It was self-lubricating -- ideal for the polisher!

Three beautifully shiny knobs, perfectly polished. All standing if not in a row, certainly well matched in their mirror like finish. She turned to Mr Canning and Mr Lovell; would they want their own knobs polished? They were not being presented.

'Presented' -- the word reminded her of the parade ground and were the three young men not like soldiers on parade with their 'weapons' thrust forward and gleaming. Her tongue went over her lips as she thought of soldiers not just presenting arms but firing a volley. She felt a strong desire to open her thighs wide, show the young men just how wet her sex was, let them see the moisture she could feel running a little down the inside of her thighs. Let her be the target. The thought of their strong, and so shiny, knobs pushing into her hole -- her knob hole, her penis hole, her fuck hole. It was so much what she wanted. And wouldn't they just slide in, so smooth and polished!

"Do they slide easily, Susan?"

"Their foreskins, Mr Canning?"

"Yes Susan, their foreskins."

Susan reached, without thinking choosing the most generous foreskin, the black one, pulling the wrinkled skin up and over the so shiny light brown knob covering it completely until the skin was taut. Just so good to see how it moulded the knob beneath, its shape revealed but hidden. Such an exciting shape -- a sexual shape indeed! Susan drew the skin down again showing all and then up and then down. A glance up at Joe. His eyes were closed, and a great big grin had spread across his face. He was very clearly enjoying her stroking. Too much and she would see the 'eye' open and then she would be covered in his stuff. In her hair, on her face, dripping down onto her breasts -- tempting!

It was sliding just so easily.

Jose was not smiling. Had he, as her boyfriend, expected to be chosen first? Her hand reached and she drew up his foreskin, but it did not cover the shiny knob. He was not so well endowed as Joe, neither in penis size nor foreskin. His smile came, nonetheless, as she stroked, his foreskin sliding just so easily on his highly polished knob. Jose was soon biting his lip. As with Joe Susan was careful not to overdo the stimulation. Her attention turned to Michael. Not so easy to slide his foreskin despite the polish. It did not climb easily over the spreading coronal ridge of his 'mushroom.' She really had to force it and it seemed to clasp the knob very tightly. She pulled it back down and decided not to try again. What a thing though -- what a dong -- what a 'bell end.' Only it was not bell shaped unlike the other two boys; it was almost blunt ended. Not ideal for pushing into a young girl's sex even if she was very wet. Her mind swam. Yes, yes, that was what she wanted. She wanted that but the others would have to take her first and prepare her for Michael. Would they be happy to do that? Would Mr Canning let her? She remembered what her mother had said, "Make sure you do everything Mr Canning tells you, dear."

"Mr Canning, could the boys fuck me, please."

"Are you sure, Susan? Do you want that? They are big boys though you have polished them very well. They do have very shiny knobs -- and you say they slide very easily. Are you ready for that? Come, let me feel."

Dutifully Susan walked over to Mr Canning with her legs somewhat apart. He felt her sex, his fingers even pushing up into her.

"You do seem ready; what do you think, Mr Lovell?"

Perhaps wise to seek a second opinion. Mr Lovell was even more thorough in his inspection. He nodded his agreement. Susan was delighted.

"You may engage in coitus, Susan," said Mr Canning, "indeed you must engage. We insist."

Susan knew she must let Jose go first. He would be disappointed, upset even, if she did not choose him. Such a feeling of power over the young men; their eyes so upon her and their penises so firm as she walked backwards towards an armchair. Slowly she lowered herself onto it and then raised first one and then the other leg up and over the arms exposing her sex to the young men.

"Jose," she said.

Her boyfriend took a step forward, his erection so very there, his knob so very shiny.

"Please fuck me," she said.

The shiny knob did not stay exposed in the room for very much longer. Despite the audience of four other men, Jose moved quickly. He had, after all, done that with Susan before. He was on top of Susan and in her, sliding home in one easy and fluid movement. No fumbling, no missing the mark. Jose was up to the hilt and pushing hard at her straightaway. It caught Susan by surprise, the sudden fullness, the contact, the regular pushing at her so pleasurable. The relief! The animal pleasure of being fucked; and fucked hard. It did not take Jose long to come, regrettably quickly probably both for him and Susan. His then increasing limpness within her meant only one thing - he had to yield his place. Susan had to insist, "I'm sorry, Jose, but..."

He looked rather crestfallen as he pulled out, his penis no longer looking the 'business.' The same could not be said for the other two young men.

"Joe -- could you?"

He could! Thoughts of his Jennifer seemingly not getting in the way at all. Joe Maddison stepped up to the crease, ready to bat. A pulling back upon his foreskin and his highly polished light brown knob shone for all to see for a moment before it disappeared inside Susan, leaving just the steadily pumping black shaft on view; a fine contrast with Susan's pale skin. They went well together. If Jose and she split up, Susan would be more than happy to go out with Joe, sleep with Joe - though perhaps not if he was still going out with Jennifer. Three in a bed sex? Perhaps not! Though the way she was feeling... and did Joe Maddison's big cock not feel good!

So good, in fact, that Susan felt herself reaching a very natural reaction, a gasping and shivering reaction which seemed to further excite Joe causing him to really 'slam' against her sex. Of course he was cumming. She could certainly feel that.

Bleary-eyed, Susan looked up. Jose did not seem terribly happy at what he was seeing but the same could not be said for Michael. He was grinning from ear to ear. And as for Mr Canning and Mr Lovell: they looked very content. It could not be the sight of her being fucked. Not for those gentlemen. They would take little pleasure in that, surely? Perhaps it was the sight of Joe Maddison's tight and so dark bottom, muscles rippling as he pushed against her. Were they perhaps thinking of what they might like to do with -- or rather in -- that bottom? Naughtily, as if to tease the two old gentlemen, she let her fingertips slide over Joe Maddison's buttocks, a little into his crack -- all so strong and firm and smooth -- and pull the two cheeks a little apart. She didn't, though, think Jose or Michael would want to see that! It was naughty of her.

Another highly polished but now limp dick to be pulled from Susan. She, though, was keen for more. She felt nicely 'warmed,' well opened and ready for Michael's rather blunt instrument. Susan looked at the other two boys. Joe was grinning, clearly pleased at what he had been doing, Jose looked even more uncomfortable; the more so as Michael moved into position between Susan's thighs. She had not even asked him. Was he being presumptuous? Could she even stop him? What a big cock he had.

"You have done a very good job of polishing, Susan."

It certainly looked it, as the big mushroom head, gleaming with Ed McCaffrey's knob polish approached the junction of her thighs. Susan glanced again at Jose. She could not, though, help herself. The words came out unbidden, "Fuck me, Michael, with your big cock."

Not such an easy entry but slick with her excitement and the earlier 'excitement' of her boyfriend and Joe Maddison, the mushroom head slipped in; Michael's face a real picture of pleasure as he slid most of the way inwards. A frown as he found himself unable to fully embed.

"I've wanted. I've wanted to do... to..." Michael seemed unable to say the crude word, "make love to you."

Not so much love as lust, as his firm flesh slipped forwards and backwards inside Susan, slick with her 'juices' and the 'penis juice' of the other boys. It was certainly firm and a good 'fuck' -- that was the word in Susan's head -- and she was relishing it; she was building to a second orgasm and she wanted that.

There was silence in the room, just the slap, slap, slap of Michael's balls against her and the wet, sucking sounds of sexual intercourse. Susan looked around the room conscious of just how on display she was. She looked at the two mature gentlemen watching intently and nodding their heads; at Joe grinning away almost as much as Michael and then at Jose's almost sullen face. His hand was holding his limp penis and gently moving his foreskin as if imagining Michael's penis was his own.

Fireworks! It was indeed just that in Susan's head and more than a squeak from her lips. What an orgasm -- better than the first -- as Michael rammed her with his big 'rammer.'

"Show me," she squeaked, "show me you cumming. Please!"

Probably like most men, Michael wanted to cum inside, but he obliged. Indeed, with something of the sound of a cork from a bottle -- but only something -- he pulled out and his so impressive penis let fly.

Is the sight of a man ejaculating impressive, is it something that grabs the girls, has it sometimes an athleticism to it? Certainly, Susan thought so.

The way Michael's penis appeared there between her thighs, looking so big and strong from her vantage point; springing upwards out of her vagina -- she most definitely felt and certainly heard it leave -- the big mushroom knob suddenly there; immediately it appeared it launched a stream, a rope of semen up into the air, the springing perhaps giving an extra impetus to the flight; the rope curved up in the air and before it had landed on her chest and tummy a second volley was coming out and its flight reaching her face and hair. It was magnificent -- to Susan -- she opened her mouth to catch some as a third rope shot forth from the mushroom head.

Whether Jose was impressed, Susan did not know, certainly the two old men clapped. Susan, for her part was impressed, very impressed! Quite what Michael thought, she did not know. Did he relish his performance which she loved and found so athletic, or was he embarrassed at cumming so publicly and so prolifically in front of his friends?