Nods and affirmations all around. I catch a few hungry looks. At least I don’t have to worry about rejection. There’s a lot of guys here & it seems like most of them want their turn with me.
“Good! Now, let me show you how it’s done”
His slow, methodical teasing has lulled me a bit, so I didn’t quit expect it when he shoves the crotch of my underwear aside and has two fingers in me so fast I gasp. I was fucking soaked already, the fabric sticky against my thigh. His fingers meet no resistance.
“See? He loves it.” He withdrew as fast as he’d penetrated me, leaving my hole disappointingly empty. I whimper loud enough for everyone to hear.
Daddy hopped off his stool and pulled my underwear off in a smooth, expert motion. “Go get on the coffee table like we practiced”
I nod and obey, making my way over to the sturdy reclaimed wood table that’s been pulled to the middle of the room & turned perpendicular to the couches. I sit on the narrow edge facing the seated crowd, lay down on my back across it, then prop my feet on the edge at either corner. It’s not quite a gynecologist’s table, but my audience has a view that’s just as exposed as I’d be in the stirrups. The wood is cool, but not cold—it’s warm here in the living room with so many people. I close my eyes against the ceiling light, and decide to focus on Daddy’s words and touch rather than scrutinize the faces of the men watching up. Soon, I feel his hand on my knee, gently spreading me wider.
I hold the pose after he lets go and takes two steps up to stand over my head, facing the audience from the far end of the table. “Let’s start with the anatomy lesson, shall we? You can all come closer to see if you want, guys in the front may wanna get down so we can have 2 rows. First the basics. When Andy here had top surgery, they were able to leave him some sensation in the nipples. Not all guys manage that, but it worked out for him. Still, his are less sensitive than you’d think—you can play a little rough before he yelps”
As he says it, he takes one of my cool-air hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger and gives a little pinch. The sensation was pleasant if a bit distant, like being felt up through a t-shirt. But rather than let go, he began to twist, ever so slowly, until I let out a little whimper somewhere between 3 o’clock and 6. It didn’t hurt much, but I had a long nigh ahead of me & I’d learned before to be careful letting my mouth write checks my other holes have to cash. Better to set expectations with a little room to spare, for when someone gets overexcited later.
Daddy lets go, and trails his fingers slowly down through the black fur on my chest and belly. One of the guys in the audience, it sounded like Jason, asked “Does taking T always make guys that hairy? Like, if I got some, could I fill in my chest like that?”
“No, genetics plays a big part. Most guys on T wind up about as hairy as the other men in their families. The hormones activate whatever development potential you have, but eventually it tops out. Andy here got lucky.” I was pleased he remembered everything we’d practiced. Part of the idea was letting me bask in being a sex object while Daddy handled all the repetitive 101 stuff—people wanted to know, I couldn’t blame them, but eventually it gets old as pillow talk. We’d planned well though and Daddy knew his stuff, so I was blessedly free of any desire to jump in and teach myself. Besides, a split second later my brain turned off completely as Daddy’s fingers reached my mons. He was standing beside me now, leaning over to gently spread my outer lips with one hand, lightly touching the base of my cock with his pointer finger on the other.
“Easy part first. His cock works about the same as you’re used to. A little smaller—honestly, not even the smallest I’ve seen—but not so mysterious. The head is *very* sensitive” —he pulls back the hood of my foreskin and I let out a little ‘mmm’ even before his skilled fingertip strokes the newly exposed flesh. “After all, he’s uncut. And he’s had a little bottom surgery here just to shape what he had already, freeing it from the body so it can rise as he gets hard, like this, giving you access to the underside of the shaft. That means you can stroke him…”
He grabs my dick with two fingers on one side and his thumb on the other and begins to slowly pull my cock towards the leering men around me, then push back into my body, repeating more assertively and a little faster with each stroke. All the while, Daddy kept giving his presentation.
“And the same goes for oral. Suck him like you would any small cock. Tease the head, go up and down the shaft, use about the same pressure and speed. Try different techniques and just watch his responses. I’ll demonstrate after we finish the manual portion of tonight’s lesson.”
I was arching my back, hanging on every micro movement of his hand. Despite my fears, I was loving this. I’ve always had an exhibitionist streak, and when I hazarded a glance at the crowd they all looked intrigued, aroused, eager. I felt a wet warmth on the cool skin around my hole as my arousal lubed me up. Daddy dipped an expert finger in at the bottom of one stroke, so when he resumed his fingers slid effortlessly up and down my shaft. His other hand tugged my open from the side, so my pussy was spread wide for all to see.
“Oh good, he’s going to come for us, aren’t you? First one of the night”
I moan in assent.
“Good boy. That’s it. Show them how you come. All the guys wanna see your back arch and your cock twitch. They wanna watch your pussy clench so they can picture what it’ll feel like later, when they’re all fucking you and you come hard on their cocks. Go ahead, show us. Daddy wants you to show us”
Reaching over my head, I grab the legs of the coffee table to brace myself as I began to convulse. My pussy muscles were grasping for something to bear down on, but Daddy held me open so they couldn’t even clench tight against each other. It made me feel so helpless and exposed, and he kept steadily jacking my cock and…
“AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH”
My knees wanted to squeeze together so badly, but everyone was here to watch my pussy contract as I came, so I willed my knees apart. Having the walls of my cunt not *pushed* apart by a cock or a toy, but *pulled* apart from outside left me feeling aggressively empty, like my gaping pussy were being fucked by a ghost. It felt like a negative space. I hungered to be filled, like I *had* to get fucked just to get back to normal. I come with a force of sexual need that one orgasm could never fill. All the men watched my hole activate. I flush wet and hot as my mind enters the zone I needed for this party: I became a cock-hungry whore. I needed to get fucked and fucked, to come over and over, to be filled with other men’s semen like a human blow-up doll.
I don’t know how many of the onlookers could sense it, but Daddy knew my body well enough to know what he’d done. As I slid over the peak of my orgasm, he strokes my cock more slowly, but he never stops, never lets me come all the way down. He cooly continues his speech while gently masturbating me, pulling my cock up and out of the way against my body, fully revealing my wet hole underneath. I was a quivering mess, but he went on, not even breathing hard yet.