Handjob Club's Daughter Pt. 03

THE THIRD YEAR

CHAPTER 13

I got through my exams, as did the others, and we went home for the holidays.

I told Mum and Dad there was someone I was seeing and he was not one of "our people" which went down as badly as you might expect with Dad. Nevertheless, Mum worked on him and he agreed that Peter (whom he called "that person") should come to visit.

On the day we all had to be in our ethnic clothes which cheesed off my 14-year old sister, but our youngest quite liked it. Peter arrived on time and in a smart suit. Mum was friendly, but Dad was polite but cool. Until he asked where the family had come from. Dad mentioned the village and province he had left when he was five years old and he still referred to as home, saying "you won't know where it is, of course," in a grouchy way.

"Really?" said Peter. "My gran comes from near there. Same province, different village."

Mum quickly asked his gran's name, and he told her.

"That's my mother's maiden name!" she said. "Why you two are practically cousins!"

"And him a doctor," she added, looking pointedly at Dad.

He thought for a moment.

"Well, that's enough of the small talk. I suppose you are here to ask for my daughter's hand in marriage?"

He wasn't, but he did, bless him!

Dad appeared to be thinking about it.

"No," he said with a stern expression.

Then smiled and said "Not till you both have got your degrees!"

"And we know a bit more about you to see if you can be trusted with our daughter."

Mum put her hand up to the side of her face, so Dad wouldn't see as she gave me a wink.

She then spoke in serious voice.

"Tell the truth. Has he done anything I would not approve of?"

"No, Mum. I promise you. We've been careful like you told me."

That seemed to satisfy Dad, and the rest of the meeting went rather well.

He had volunteered at our local hospital in the summer and got a room in student accommodation.

Mum agreed that I could volunteer to help in a café and little stall that was run by a charity to provide drinks etc for visitors to the hospital. They raised money to buy little extras for long-term patients.

I quite liked being helpful in this way, but I liked it even more when we were able to sneak away to a store cupboard to give him a handjob. A few times we got to his bedsit for proper lovemaking when his shifts allowed. Dad did not understand about shifts, just expecting me home promptly each day. I think Mum guessed. She got me to go to the doctor to be prescribed some contraceptive pills.

CHAPTER 14

Back at Uni, Alison and Becky were pleased with my news. Alison had gone to Ibiza with her regular boyfriend, and hadn't fucked anyone else there, but had given a few handjobs. However, she had later fucked two boys she knew from school, telling them it was a one-time offer.

Becky had gone on holiday with a girlfriend and they had had each other, but also picked up some boys, and once a couple of girls which had been rather splendid, she said.

However, I was surprised when I went to see Peter and found him with Tony and Carl. I did not realise it, but the MSc students work through the summer on a project and had received their final marks a few days ago. They were now going to work for the same company, but had waited a few days just to see me.

"It's a funny request," he said, "but would you be willing to give them a handjob, as a sort of celebration of their degree? They both like you a lot and thought it would be a treat for you. I think it would be a nice gesture, and I would be glad for you to have it, now you've given up otherwise."

I was astounded, but the more I thought about it...

I agreed.

"I'll give you some privacy," he said, "and come back in a while."

As he was leaving, I said "No. You'd better see it. In fact, I want you to. If it makes you uncomfortable, then I'll stop. I'm never going to lie to you, or do things in secret."

It was his turn to be surprised.

So I did. I tossed off Tony with two other men watching. It gave me even more of a buzz than usual to be on display as a rubbed and stroked and pulled and saw his face and body responding. A glance over at Carl saw his big black cock up almost to his belly, and Peter with a bulge in his jeans. I had three men in my power, and in some sense I loved each of them a bit. What an effect my little brown hand had!

It was a good time and a good load, squirting joyfully out. I gently continued as the last few spurts came out. A superb performance, as always. He went to the bathroom to clean up and Carl came forward.

"Oh no you don't!" I said. "Tony has to watch. Tony, be quick. Don't get dressed, just come back here. I'm going to wank your boyfriend, and I want you to see it all."

When he came back I could see that Carl was aching with lust. I rather hoped Peter was too!

The downside was that Carl did not take as long as I would have wished. There was something about his blackness sliding through my hand that was enticing, and the gleam of his body, with the movements of his muscles as he tensed and slightly writhed. It was so exciting! Then he was saying "Oh yeah!" as he pushed into my hand and jerked a silver stream out, while Tony said "Go man!"

Some more jerks and a couple of blobs, and it was over. I felt magnificent in my own lust and satisfaction.

"God, that was beautiful!" said Tony. "I wish I'd seen it before." He kissed Carl full on the lips.

"You're beautiful, man," he said tenderly.

Carl kissed him back. "You too, man. It was great to see you come like that."

There were two fit naked men, hugging with their cocks rubbing together, both slimy from the lube on Carl's and both half hard. Carl going down, Tony rising. That was also a bit beautiful in a way.

"How can we ever thank you?" said Tony.

"By letting us go to the bedroom," I said firmly. "Go and get washed and changed."

Into the bedroom there was no conversation. We half undressed and he plunged in me. I was wet, he was dribbling. I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he could and he wanted the same. It wasn't lovemaking, it was a fuck. It wasn't long but it was exactly what we both wanted and needed as I felt his spunk shooting inside me. It may have been my imagination, but it seemed more spurts than usual. It was the first time we had done it without a condom, and there was certainly plenty which started to ooze when he finally left me, so I put my hand on my pussy quickly.

"That was quite some foreplay!" he said. "Tossing off two other men! Did it work for you?"

"It certainly did, but my hand's tired. You know, you look very much like your brother when you come, in case you'd like to know."

We just lay there for a while, really basking in the afterglow. He got up and peered out of the bedroom.

"They've gone," he said.

"You know, it would be all right if you did it again."

"If they were in the area."

"And if you wanted to."

I understood something.

"You mean YOU want me to do it again, because it turns you on! The woman you say you love, tossing off another man."

"Er yes, maybe, but only if you want to," he said awkwardly.

"And what will you do if I agree?" I asked, with no particular idea. I was surprised by his answer.

"I'll give you oral sex. Now!"

I asked him if he was sure, but he dived in, and started lapping. I had not come with that short fuck, but I was still excited, and the weird idea that he was licking his own sperms up was something else.

He lapped he licked, he tapped, and I thought about cocks coming and came myself! But he slowly continued so I never quite lost it and I exploded again. I was panting as I said "I love you," and he came and put his head on my breasts.

Afterwards I realised that I had not been taking the contraceptive for long enough, and we were supposed to use protection until my next period. We used condoms after that, but I was pleased to have period pains for the first time in my life!

CHAPTER 15

The first meeting of the SF Society showed that the new committee had been busy.

The Sinister Society had actually got itself established as a new society (not just for SF) in the Union "For the left-handed, ambidextrous and unorthodox, and those in sympathy with them."

They had designed a special memento for Alison: a left hand holding a flaming torch (which might also be a cock coming) to indicate what she had done, for them and so many others.

The Sword and Sorcery Group had got a model of some female warrior from a specialist shop which they presented to Becky. It was entitled "The Virgin Destroyer", in token of the many young men she had relieved of their virginity.

The Tolkien and Pratchett fans had got me a wizard's wand (they said). A black rod about 10 inches long with a knob at the top. With it was a wrinkled 'bag of gold'. By the feel of it, two round objects, rather than coins.

But the surprise came from Bernice who had apparently not enjoyed her year abroad, and was thunderstruck by the change in the society. Of course, she was now far from the only female, and not many knew her. Ginny as secretary had taken her place as queen.

She grudgingly admitted there had been some success, but asked to say something. She stood up and spoke clearly like an orator. It flowed beautifully, and I am sure the words would have been impressive if I had been able to understand them.

It was in one of the Tolkien languages, beginning 'Aragorn'. The few people who could understand any of it gasped or smiled. Then Aragorn stood up, answered in the same language (it sounded like it) and bowed. She spoke again, and he came forward and kissed her hand. Then they embraced and everyone clapped. It was obviously romantic.

I managed to grab her and asked her what they had said to each other.

"Not things that Tolkien would have written," she replied with a smile. "Though perhaps if he had, then LotR would be more popular today."

There were now about 120 members, and both Alison and Becky had spotted three black boys.

"Race you!" said Becky.

I had said I was retiring from the Dick Appreciation Group, and they pointed out what I might be missing. I was tempted, I really was. But then in the spirit of charity I realised that other girls would like a black cock for the first time, so gave my place to Ginny. She thanked me very nicely for giving her the chance to see some of the variety of God's creation. I do like her.

Peter kissed me and said I was very generous.

We were in our final year, and his workload was immense. I also had plenty to do if I wanted my final degree to be better than my second-year marks. I knew I was a distraction for him, so we only had one day a week where we had a fuck and spent a couple of hours together relaxing. Sometimes we didn't fuck, just appreciated the precious time. I was glad to see him for a short time for a handjob in the early evening, a couple of times a week before we both went off to our studies.

I didn't attend all the SF group meetings but was glad to hear that things were going well in both the official and unofficial activities. There really was a handjob rota, apparently expertly managed by the red-haired girl who had so wanted one.

Peter visited us for a day during the Christmas we didn't have, and secretly gave my sisters presents in seasonal wrapping paper. I had told him of things that I would have appreciated at their age and which Dad would have thought unsuitable, so they were very pleased.

He also persuaded Dad to let me to go back to university early to attend the graduation of his brother. (The Masters students have a graduation ceremony in winter, just before the start of the teaching term.) I was provided with a suitably ethnic and modest outfit, which I actually liked for a formal occasion. It was a grand occasion, with academic staff all in coloured robes and we clapped Tony and Carl as they received their degrees.

However, there was another celebration planned. I had three cocks to toss off. It was agreed that I should have a rest in between for the sake of my hand, no matter how desperate they were. This was for my pleasure alone, said Peter. Any benefits to the boys were incidental.

All three of them were naked and very soon all three of them were rigid.

I started with Carl. I did it slow and luxurious, but feeling him every possible way. The resistance when I pulled it down like a handle, the way it slipped through my hand when I held it lightly, and the shapes under the skin when I was firmer. How it felt when I rotated my hand around the shaft. Just massaging the knob, or just the shaft. I caressed and massaged his balls (he had the biggest ones, for sure). And all the time the blackness of his body and the pinkness of his knob. Finally he came in great spurts, more than I had had from any cock before, while giving his trademark deep groans of pleasure. It couldn't have been better.

(I later learned he had not ejaculated for three days before, to make a big load.)

Tony was more than ready, but I said my hand needed to rest. So I just gently stroked around his groin area with my left hand, just lightly for a few minutes. Even after my hand felt better, I carried on. I looked around at Peter, who was rigid and his body tensed with lust. I smiled.

Finally I started. I knew what to do, but did not get to it right away, just gently lubricating him, and just sort of holding it a bit. I held my hand still, and he could not resist thrusting into it, which I found amusing. I began to work seriously, pulling it around in the way we both liked and he finally achieved that magnificent orgasm. (Sorry, Peter, but your brother is just a bit more impressive.)

Peter was now desperate, but I shook my wrist to show I needed a rest (though my hand wasn't that bad) and waited my time. My left hand caressed his bum, and around his groin, but did not hold him. When I judged enough was enough, I lubed him and did my very best to love that cock, as in fact I did.

I was pleased for myself and him as he thrusted and gasped and shot streamers of spunk.

"Wow!" said Tony. "That was quite a show, Lekha!"

"Glad you appreciated it, and thank you all for coming!"

Afterwards I asked Peter what it had felt like being watched.

"Very exciting," he said. "But I was getting a bit desperate. I should have gone first."

"Perhaps you will, next time," I said.

CHAPTER 15

The SF Society got on with their activities. Someone's grandad had actually known Mike Moorcock in London, and had gone to the pub with a number of authors, so he came and gave a talk (some of it scandalous) about them. The Fantasy folks organized an end of year party with people dressed as characters from their various fictions (including quite a lot of Dr Who's).

Quite a number of people had paired up (though not necessarily exclusively) and the student newspaper said how well we were fulfilling a social function.

From Easter onwards most of us were revising (or trying to learn for the first time) for exams. However, the SF society had organized some post exam celebrations. I guessed what they would be, but said I was not interested.

Alison and Becky said we should go out for drinks after my final exam, which was in the morning. It had not been too bad, so I was quite cheerful. I changed into my short skirt and put on full makeup.

When I came out our new President was there, smiling. He was one of the black boys I had given to Ginny.

"Hi, Lekha," he said. "Glad you could join us."

"Hello, Al," I said. "Where are we going?"

"Nowhere," he said, with a big grin. "The party's here!" and he started to undo his belt.

"Sorry," I said, "I don't do that anymore. I'll be in my room when you've finished."

"Don't be a spoilsport!" said Alison. "Just sit on the sofa and watch. Where's the harm in that?"

The force of her argument and the thought of a black cock persuaded me to sit down.

Al undressed, and went and stood by the chair. He was chunkier than Carl and not as well defined, but still had a pretty good body. He had more curly pubic hair, and his half-hard cock looked as if it might be a little bigger.

Alison began, and as it rose up I decided his cock was definitely bigger. As the foreskin slipped back from the knob I noticed it wasn't pink but dark brown, just a little lighter than his skin.

Becky whispered from the sofa beside me "Close your mouth." Which I did!

He looked at us in a smug way.

"Like what you see, ladies?"

He obviously enjoyed showing off, and with a cock like that it was understandable, if a little annoying.

I had not seen anything like this for months, so yes, I enjoyed the show a lot. Ignoring the man it was attached to, I just watched a good-sized cock being expertly wanked.

Alison's choreography displayed him to good advantage, and it was good to see the length as she moved her hand down, with the knob hidden then coming out.

His orgasm was good, though I didn't like the way he shouted "Shit!".

He obviously expected to take us out for drinks, but Alison said "Not just now," and ushered him out.

We moved apart and she sat on the sofa with us.

"Smug bastard!" said Becky.

"Too cocky by half!" said Alison, then realised what she had said.

We laughed, and quickly began our communal self-pleasuring. It was good to do it with friends.

When we had all finished, we hugged and kissed each other.

"I'm going to miss you two," said Alison.

"I'm going to miss doing this with you," said Becky. "Let's get together on graduation day. No cocks, just a good girls' wankfest."

We laughed and agreed, then cried. It was going to be the end of an era. But not quite yet. There was still tomorrow!

It was Becky's turn, and I was now ready. I warmed myself up in my room, so I was already excited when I sat on the sofa. I was longing to touch myself, but enjoying the desire as well as the cock and Becky's manipulations. I didn't care about Al at all.

Becky surprised us by turning his cock towards us when he came. It didn't reach, but it slightly startled me, while Alison said "Oh yeah!". This time Al said "Fuck!" which at least was better than "Shit!".

I couldn't help it. I came almost immediately when we sat on the sofa. I came down and looked at my two dear friends and felt very touched to see them deep in a sexual high.

"What have you stopped for?" panted Alison. "Go on, girl!"

"Do it for us!" she gasped.

I hesitated but not for long. My clit was happy to have some more attention, and once again I was in that delicious pre-orgasmic state.

"Lekha, you're beautiful," groaned Alison "Oh, oh yes I'm coming, oh, oh."

"Me too!" said Becky before letting out her little cries.

And I was coming too all three of us more or less together.

We just sat exhausted for a while until Alison said "See what you can do if you try, Lekha!"

"Best ever!" said Becky. "I do love you guys!"

We washed and changed and Alison said we really did have to go and have drinks with Al tomorrow lunchtime. It was just good manners, and he was the new President.

Next day I was dressed to go out again, when Al arrived.

He handed me an envelope and said "Please Miss, may I be excused drinks? I've got a note from my Dad."

The note was from Peter. It said "Please give him handjob. Do it for yourself, for your friends and for me. Love, Peter."

What could I do?

It was probably the last time, so I enjoyed it as much as I could. It was the biggest black cock, and I worked it in every way. I didn't care about Al, I just wanted to give that cock all the pleasure I could, and he happened to be attached. It was between me and the cock. It felt and looked great, and went on for a satisfactorily long time, just about enough. I felt great satisfaction feeling it and seeing it come. I had not put in a pad, and my knickers were very wet, which also felt right.