At Home Nudism With Sisters

[Jeepman89]

Are nudists supposed to get boners??? LOL. Love it!

[NudeBaG]

Kat grins as she straightens up.
“I’m gonna touch your penis now, Dathe. Hmhm!”
Kat reaches down.
Dathon feels her fingers close as she fully fists his penis.
“Hehehe! It’s so squishy like this!” Kat chuckles.
“Mmmmmm.” Dathon moans.

Jill feels her pulse race as she watches this next girl fondle her older brother.
Millie squirms.
“Jill, I wet myself a bit.” Millie whispers in a trembling squeek.
“Me too.” She whispers. “It’s okay.”
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Jill asks.
“It just feels-“ Millie trembles.
“Let’s go put on our bikini bottoms.” Jill whispers hastilly.
“Oh!” Millie nods.
The 2 girls quietly scoot back up the stairs one at a time.

“Mmmmm.” Dathon moans as Kat grips his penis in her fist.
She lets go, then makes an ‘okay’ sign with her thumb and index.
She slips it around the head of Dathon’s flaccid penis and gently begins tugging, stretching it thin, then letting it retract.
“Hah-h-h-h-h!” Dathon lets out a trembling sigh.
Kat’s artificial red hair is incredibly shiny.
It’s not at all like Marnie’s natural reddish brown.
The color suits her though.
Hell, it’d suit any of Marnie’s friends.
Dathon looks down at Kat’s short body.
Her denim short shorts are rolled up, making them even shorter.
Her short legs are smooth and pale.
Dathon looks back up at Kat’s face.
She has an almost ‘goofy’ grin as she slowly tugs his limp penis.
Dathon wonders if that same ‘fire-engine’ red was applied to Kat’s pubes.
“Hah!” Kat gasps.
Dathon feels the stretching of his penis stop as it begins to stiffen.
“Yay!” Kat chirps, giving Dathon a couple extra tugs.
Dathon looks down as Kat lets go.
She kneels and leans in close to his hip, watching his penis twitch, expand and extend.
She rests her finger on the head of his penis as it angles upwards.
She gently presses down, making it flex and tense against her finger.
She then wraps her hand around the shaft.
“Uuuuuunnnnnnnng!” Dathon moans.
“Wow! Dathon!” Kat coos. “It’s hot!”

“Hurry, Mill!” Jill yelps, pulling her shorts and panties down at once.
Millie sifts through their hamper for the bikini’s they wore to play in the sprinkler.
“Jill? Is this naughty?” Millie asks, retrieving both garments.
“Yeah.” Jill says, taking her bikini bottoms from Millie.
“But it’s fun, isn’t it?” Jill smiles.
“Hehehehe! Yeah!” Millie chuckles.
Slipping on their swimsuit bottoms, the girls hurry back to the stairs.

Kat holds Dathon’s hard penis in her hand.
She gives him a couple slow tugs.
“Ooooooooh!” Dathon moans and trembles.
“Kat?” Sam asks.
“Oh! Right! Sorry. Hmhm!” Kat chuckles as she lets go of Dathon’s erect penis.
“Okay Dathe, show time.” Sam smirks and nods at his penis.
Dathon looks at Marnie.
Marnie nods.
Dathon closes his eyes and conjures an image of Jonah.

“Back again?” Jonah smirks.
“Yeah.” Dathon looks down at his penis.
“Jeez, man. Why don’t you just cum already?” Jonah asks.
“No! I can’t let Marnie’s friends see that!” Dathon gasps.
“Well then, I guess we better get that under control.” Jonah nods.
He reaches down and grips Dathon’s penis.
“You know, I haven’t seen you cum either.” Jonah tilts his head, squeezing Dathon’s penis.
“And you won’t.” Dathon says as he feels his penis twitch.

“My hand is Jonah’s hand.” Dathon whispers to himself.
“You know, that’s kind of cool.” Sam remarks as they watch Dathon’s penis go limp.
“It really is! Dathon’s penis is so soft! The skin, I mean.” Kat chirps.
“Ahem.” Dathon grumbles.
“Shhhh. You guys, let Dathon get himself under control.” Marnie whispers.

Jill and Millie quietly sneak back down the stairs and position themselves behind the railing.
“Shoot!” Jill hisses. “That girl with the red hair is in the way!”
“It looks like Dathe is touching his penis!” Millie whispers.

“Hooooooooo.” Dathon exhales and lets go.
“See you in a bit, I guess.” Jonah smirks.
Dathon opens his eyes and looks down at his flaccid penis.
He then looks at Marnie and nods.
Marnie smiles.
“Okay, Dathe. Looks like you’re ready for the next round.” Sam grins.
“Carly, Vickie. Who’s up?” She looks at the 2 brunettes.
“Um, I’m good, I think.” Carly blushes. “I don’t think Dathon wants me to touch his penis.”
“Yeah right!” Sam scoffs.
“I’ll go.” Vicky blushes. “I think you chose ‘fingers’ last time, right?”
The tall brunette looks down at Dathon’s penis.
“Ooookaaaaay. So, heeere weee gooo.” She hums.
Dathon watches as Vicky’s slender arm extends and gently pinches his penis.
“H-h-h-h-oooooo.” Dathon lets out a breathy moan.
“This is so weird! Huh?” Vicky whispers. “But fun, too! Hmhm!”
Dathon looks at the tall brunette.
She’s absolutely beautiful!
This close, Dathon can tell, she’s definitely the prettiest out of Marnie’s friends.
Tall and skinny, like a model.
The realization that this girl is touching his penis kicks in.
“Um,” Dathon gulps.
“This seriously feels wrong! Eeep!” Vicky chirps.
Dathon’s eyes follow Vicky’s slender arm down to her fingers, gently holding his penis.
“Awww! Come on Vicky! I KNOW you’ve been wanting to touch a cock for a while now!” Sam teases.
“Hey! Sam!” Vicky shoots her a look, but doesn’t let go of Dathon’s penis.
The movement, however, results in a light ‘tug’ that triggers a reaction.
“Ung!” Dathon grunts.
“Oh! Sorry Dathe!” Vicky looks back down, realizing she just tugged Dathon’s flaccid penis.
She gently squeezes a bit.
“Mmmmm.” Dathon moans softly as the reaction begins.
“Um,” Vicky watches as Dathon’s penis begins to expand and extend in her fingers. “The skin is so-“
Vicky just holds Dathon’s penis still as it grows.
“It’s so smooth.” Vicky whispers, gently running her fingers along Dathon’s erect penis.
“M-m-m-m-m-m-m.” Dathon trembles.
“Oh! Um, well-“ Vicky lets go as Dathon’s penis twitches.
“Alright, Dathe,” Sam sighs, putting her hands on her hips. “Go ahead. Picture your boy-toy or whatever.”
“Huh?!” Dathon gasps.
“Sam!” Marnie yelps.
“Relax. I’m only teasing.” Sam smirks.
“Mmmmmm!” Dathon moans.
“Dathe? You okay?” Marnie asks.
“Um,” Dathon looks at Marnie pleadingly.
“Dathon?” Carly asks.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Dathon says sheepishly.
“I-I um- Marnie? Can we talk for a sec?” He nods to the kitchen.
“Oh? Um, yeah. Sure, Dathe.” Marnie leads Dathon to the kitchen.
Jill and Millie hold their breath and freeze as they watch Dathon walk by with his erect penis sticking up.

Dathon turns to face Marnie as they enter the kitchen.
“Marnie, how much longer do I have to do this?!” Dathon whispers, wincing as he gently pinches his penis.
“Oh. Um, not sure. Carly was going to touch you next, though, I think. Is something wrong? You’re doing a really good job of controlling yourself.” Marnie smiles. “I’m proud of you.”
“Th-thanks. I’m trying. Really, but-“ Dathon winces and gently runs a finger along his stiff penis, and gently touches his balls.
“It’s starting to hurt.” He mumbles.
“Huh?” Marnie asks, concerned. “Did one of my friends squeeze too tight or something?”
Dathon shakes his head aggressively.
“No no! No one hurt me. It’s just-“ Dathon blushes. “They keep making it stiff, and-“
“So? Just think of Jonah, right?” Marnie shrugs.
“I know, but-“ Dathon shifts nervously. “It still hurts.”
Marnie looks at Dathon’s erect penis.
It’s twitching!
“Marn, please?” Dathon asks.
“Please what?” Marnie asks.
“Can we please just go to your room so I can, ‘you know’?” Dathon gently pinches his penis.

Marnie is torn.
She knows the right thing-
The ‘sisterly thing’ -
would be to take Dathon up to her room and either let him cum or make him cum for her in private.
But having come this far with all her friends gathered, she can’t deny them the treat of witnessing Dathon finally orgasm.
Her teen hormones have mixed with her friends’, and as humiliating as it will be for Dathon, she cannot deprive them of that final aspect of his nudity.
In spite of her genuine support for Dathon in this venture, the opportunity to have him cum in front of them is too good to pass up.
“Dathe. You only have to let Carly touch you, then, we’ll be done with ‘that’. So you just have to get soft one more time now.”
Marnie purposefully leaves out that Sam IS going to make him cum, eventually, or, maybe even she will.
“Just one more round, okay Dathe?” Marnie steps closer. “Here.”
Marnie can’t pass up this opportunity.
She gently grips Dathon’s hard penis in her hand.
“Ah! Marnie?!” Dathon gasps.
“Shhhhh. Close your eyes, Dathe.” She whispers.
Dathon gulps, but does as he’s told.
Marnie fights the urge to give Dathon’s penis a few tugs-
To bring him to orgasm right then and there.
Dathon’s penis really is a perfect handful.
“This is Jonah’s hand.” Marnie starts.

Jonah stands before Dathon, his hand gripping his hard penis.
“Why don’t I just jerk you off right now?” Jonah asks. “Or, why don’t you just imagine Marnie holding your dick? I mean, we both know she is.”
“Ah! Shut up Jonah!” Dathon yelps. “Marnie’s my sister!”
Jonah shrugs.
“Yeah? And she’s just as pretty as her friends. Plus, didn’t she help you come up with this ‘method’?”
Dathon can’t get his thoughts straight.
No!
This is Jonah’s hand on his penis!
NOT Marnie’s!
If it were Marnie’s, he might shoot!
I mean, yeah, she’s already seen him shoot, but if she MADE HIM shoot?!
With her hand?!
Dathon feels his penis throb.
He refocuses.
“No! Jonah! This is YOUR hand on my dick! NOT Marnie’s!” Dathon looks down.
Jonah is indeed holding his penis.
Jonah scowls.
“I wish mine got as big as yours.”
Dathon feels his penis twitch.

Marnie holds Dathon’s erect penis.
Having her whole hand around it-
She feels…
How close is Dathon right now, she wonders.
“Mmph.” Dathon lets out a muffled grunt.
Marnie feels Dathon’s penis begin to soften.
She gives him a few slow tugs as it deflates.
“Mmmm. Jonah?” Dathon moans as Marnie gently tugs his limp penis.
“Hah!” Marnie gasps.
She feels a pang of… something?
At least it was Jonah he was thinking of as he went limp.

“So, Carls, you ready to touch Dathe?” Sam smirks.
“Sam, stop! I think we’re done.” Carly shivers.
“Pfft! Yeah right! What? You think Marnie’s in there jerking him off without us?” Sam snorts.
“Sam!” Carly yelps.
“I hope not!” Kat chirps. “I don’t wanna miss it!”
Sam looks at Carly again.
“It’s your turn when he gets back, I just hope little Dathe can hold off until AFTER you get ‘im nice and hard again.”
“Sam! Gross! I’m not gonna make him squirt!” Carly yelps.
“I hope not! I wanna give Dathe his first proper handy!” Sam smirks. “He’s seriously got the perfect ‘handful’ already.”
“Oh jeez!” Carly looks at her hand.
She pictures Dathon’s penis, first soft, then hard.
She shivers as she feels herself tingle.
It’s the combination if Dathon’s nudity, arousal, her being the CAUSE of that arousal, and knowing that Dathon seems to be incredibly embarassed by his erection.
An erection that actually suits Dathon’s slim athletic ‘boy body’ quite well.
Carly is still coming to terms with the fact that when Dathon starts school with them, they’ll have the most intimite of intimate knowledge of their young peer.

Hearing all the talk about touching Dathon’s penis and hearing the term ‘squirt’ has Jill and Millie intrigued.
They don’t dare leave the stairs and risk getting caught by Marnie, but the fact that she’s alone in another room with Dathon is making them antsy.
Not to mention, the girls got to see Dathon’s penis erect again!
Jill loves seeing it like that for some reason!

“Ready to go let Carly touch you?” Marnie asks, placing her hands on Dathon’s shoulders.
“But she’s going to make me hard.” Dathon trembles.
“Yeah.” Marnie sighs.
“Marnie?” Dathon looks at her.
“Dathe?” She asks, sweetly.
“When we go back to school, your friends won’t tell anyone about this, will they?” Dathon asks.
Marnie thinks about the girls from Dathon’s class they have lined up.
She cant have Dathon getting cold feet.
“No, Dathon. I promise, they won’t tell anyone.” Marnie quickly remembers the guise. “Besides, all they could say is that they were helping you with your nudism.” Marnie smiles.
Dathon gulps.
“I don’t even really want ANYONE knowing about that! Gah!” Dathon shivers.
All Marnie can do is smile.
She’s trying to figure out her next move to coax Dathon back out when he gives it to her.
“Marn? Carly’s nice, right?” Dathon blushes.
“Huh?” Marnie asks.
“I mean, she won’t ‘try’ to-“ Dathon squirms. “-or, I mean, she won’t say anything mean?”
“Hmhm!” Marnie chuckles. “All she’s going to do is make you stiff.” Marnie says.
She 2nd guesses, but she really can’t see Carly going beyond getting Dathon hard.
She’ll probably let go the instant it twitches.
And she definitely won’t be mean.
Marnie gulps.
She hopes Dathon is done with his follow up questions.
She REALLY doesn’t want to lie to him, but REALLY wants to see him cum in front of her friends.
It might humiliate him enough to not get hard when Jill and Millie’s friends come over, though.
Another question pops into Marnie’s head, as well as another little ‘poke’ at Dathon’s expense.
“Dathe?” She asks, getting him to look at her. “Do you think my friends are pretty?”
“Huh?! Um-“ Dathon’s entire body turns deep pink and he covers his privates.
“Do you think they’re as pretty as me?” Marnie smirks, unable to resist poking a bit more.
Dathon gulps, but then, shockingly nods several times!
“Oh gosh, yes!”
Marnie’s mouth drops open at the slip admition.
“Hmmmm.” She smirks, composing herself.
“While we’re chatting, Dathon, just between us,” Marnie rubs his shoulder. “Which of friends do you think is prettiest?”
Dathon’s blush deepens.
He pictures Vicky’s long, dark brown hair and slender build.
“Um, Vicky’s really pretty.” Dathon mutters.
Marnie grins.
He then pictures Kat’s adorable grin and smooth, pale legs.
“And I like Kat’s… hair.” Dathon looks at Marnie’s reddish brown hair. “But yours is prettier.”
It’s Marnie’s turn to blush.
“Thank you, Dathon.”
Dathon shivers.
“Sam is-“ He hesitates, not wanting to outright say that he admires Sam’s figure over anyone or anything else at the moment.
“Yeah. Hmhm!” Marnie interjects. “Sam’s a lot.”
Dathon nods.
“Kind of scary, too, right?” Marnie adds.
“Heh! Yeah!” Dathon grins, bashfully.
“What about Carly?” Marnie cocks an eyebrow, clocking Dathon’s omission, along with the start of their conversation.
“Um, she’s really pretty, and,” Dathon squirms. “nice?”
Marnie smiles in admiration of her little brother’s honesty.
“Yes. She is.” Marnie steps back towards the livingroom. “And…”
Dathon looks up at her.
“She’s touching you next, so, come on.” Marnie jerks her head, signaling Dathon to follow.
Marnie leads Dathon back into the livingroom.

Jill and Millie perk up and freeze again as Marnie and Dathon come back.
“Sorry to keep you ladies waiting, just had to have a little ‘brother-sister’ pep-talk, but we’re all good.” Marnie smiles.
“Jeez! Finally!” Sam huffs.
She looks at Dathon’s limp penis and grabs Carly’s arm.
She’s happy to see that Dathon is indeed flaccid again as she pulls Carly to stand in front of him.
Marnie, much more gently, pushes Dathon in front of Carly.
“Alright! Here we go!” Sam grins.
“Have at ‘im Carly.” Sam grins.
Marnie gently nudges Dathon, letting her hand slip down his lower back to caress the top of his butt.
“Um, okay.” Carly blushes as she looks at Dathon.
It isn’t that Carly feels anything for the boy, but she must admit, the idea of touching a real life penis has gotten to her.
More than that-
Her purpose is to make Dathon hard!
Carly looks down at Dathon’s limp, fleshy appendage.
She looks at Dathon again.
He’s breathing faster and looking at her hand.
Carly stares for a moment.
Dathon’s penis-
It doesn’t look like anything special.
The lack of hair is intriguing.
Marnie said they shaved him, right?
Maybe if she pretends he’s just a little boy?
No!
That makes what she’s about to do even worse!
Carly tentatively moves her hand forward.
She gently pinches Dathon’s penis midway down the limp shaft.
“Hah!”
She and Dathon gasp in unison.
She shifts her fingers so that Dathon’s limp penis flops between her middle and index.
While holding it in place, she gently moves her thumb along the ridge of the head, marveling at the smooth, soft texture of the skin.
“Ah-h-h-h-h-h!” Dathon shudders and lets out a breathy sigh.
Carly feels Dathon’s penis firming up.
She watches and feels it as his penis grows in her fingers.
The soft, wrinkly skin smooths out as the shaft of Dathon’s penis plumps, firms up and extends.
What she had thought of as Dathon’s ‘not anything special’ penis is suddenly VERY special.
She never could have imagined the thrill of feeling it grow in her own fingers.
And SHE was the cause!
“Mmmmmm.” Dathon moans.

Marnie watches.
She feels another ‘pang’ of something.
Each of her friends has now gotten to make Dathon hard.
Marnie rubs her fingers together.
Yes, her touch has sent Dathon over before, but since introducing the ‘Marnie method’, she’s hoping her touch still has that effect on Dathon.

“Oh! OH!” Carly gasps. “EEEWWWWWWW!” She lets go, holding her hand out.
“Again?!” Carly remarks as the clear string of precum stretches and droops, connecting her fingers to Dathon’s erect penis.
“I-I’m sorry, Carly! I’m sorry!” Dathon pleads, cupping his hands over his erection.
Marnie is quick with the paper towel, handing the roll to Carly.
“Whoa!” Vicky gasps.
“Now now, Dathe.” Sam steps next to him. “You don’t need to apologize to Carly. That’s a compliment!” Sam smirks.
“Sam!” Carly gasps, wiping her hand.
She looks at Dathon as he moves his hands, his erect penis twitching and leaking precum.
The clear evidence of arousal on his apparent pre-pubescent body is a mesmerizing conflict.

“Look!” Millie points to the clear string dripping from the tip of Dathon’s erect penis.
Jill IS looking!
She’s also still rubbing herself.
All the touching-
All the erection/deflation and now, LEAKING of Dathon’s penis has the preteen completely enthralled with the erotic scene.

“P-Please! I-I can’t-“ Dathon pants, holding his hands in front of his penis.
Dathon closes his eyes.
He desperately conjures the image of Jonah.
“No no, Dathon.” Sam gently grips his wrists, moving his hands away from his erection.
“You know, we really ought to come up with an alternative to using your little ‘imaginary friend’.” Sam puts her hands on her hips. “You know, ‘Jonah’ or whatever.”
“Ugh!” Dathon moans in embarassment at the no longer secret ‘Marnie Method’.
“But that’s how I stay-“ Dathon gulps, looking down at his erect penis
“I know. And it’s pretty genius. It probably really would work on a nudist beach.” Sam nods.
“But look around, Dathe. You’re not ON a nudist beach. You’re surrounded by your big sister’s friends who ALLLL agreed to help you with your nudism.”
Sam gestures at Marnie’s friends.
Carly looks nervous, but Vicky and Kat are grinning.
“So, how about we come up with an ‘alternate’ method of helping you go soft.” Sam grins.
Marnie already knows what Sam is planning, but not how she intends to execute it.
Marnie desperately wants to be the one to make Dathon cum, but she can’t outright claim it, especially with Sam.
“But let’s make it fun.” Sam smirks.
“You just try to go soft all you want. You can think about Jonah all you want.”
She looks down at his stiff penis.
“We’re REALLY gonna test your ‘devotion to nudism’ though, Dathe.”
Sam looks at Marnie and grins.
She looks back at Dathon.
“Go ahead and think about Jonah, if you can. But you’re also going to need to be the judge.”
“Judge?” Dathon and Marnie ask in unison.
“Yeah. I think we’ll need a bigger sample size this time, though. Just to be sure.” Sam taps her lips.
“What’s he judging?” Marnie asks, nervously.
Sam grins looking at her.
“Who’s up for another round of ‘Fingers or Fist’?” She asks.

[NudeBaG]

“What’s he judging?” Marnie asks, nervously.
Sam grins looking at her.
“Who’s up for another round of ‘Fingers or Fist’?” She asks.
“Oooo! Me!” Kat chirps.
“Sure. I’m in.” Vicky grins.
Carly gulps and nods.
Marnie doesn’t quite get what Sam is planning, but if they’re going to be taking turns touching Dathon again…
“Hah!” Marnie gasps.
“Fine!” She glares at Sam. “But,” Marnie thinks quickly. “the instant Dathon decides, we HAVE to let go.” She declares, nodding at Dathon.
Dathon gulps and looks down at his erect penis.
“AND, I go first!” Marnie declares.
“Wait! What?!” Dathon gasps.
“Whoa whoa whoa!” Sam argues. “Hold up! Why do YOU go first?!”
“Because, he’s MY little brother!” Marnie gasps the instant she says it, but just like her, everyone is too caught up in the moment to dwell on the added taboo.
“Fine.” Sam looks at Dathon. “But Dathon, you gotta be honest and fair.”
“What?! How do I-?!” Dathon starts, but Sam cuts him off.
“You gotta take your time deciding. Be REAL decisive. We wanna know FOR SURE which feels better- Fingers or Fist.”
Dathon is panicking.
His penis is throbbing!
If these girls are gonna touch him AGAIN?!!….

“Okay. Let’s start!” Sam wastes no time, nodding at Marnie.
Dathon covers up.
“Also, put your hands on your head.” Sam adds.
“Huh? Why?” Dathon asks.
“It’ll make the game go smoother.” Sam smirks.
“It’s okay Dathe, go ahead.” Marnie smiles as she steps up to him.
She leans in and whispers.
“Just think about Jonah. You’ll be fine.” She leans back and looks down at Dathon’s erect penis.
She won’t let Sam have her way.
Marnie can’t help her heart racing as she is once again going to touch an erect penis.
Dathon places his hands on his head and closes his eyes.
“Jeez, Marn. Are you really gonna do this?” Carly asks.
“Of course. He’s my little brother.” Marnie shrugs. “All he has to do is tell us which feels better.” She nods at Dathon as a signal for him to close his eyes.
Dathon remembers Sam saying he could.
“Jonah. Jonah is touching me.” Dathon closes his eyes and begins conjuring his image of Jonah.
Marnie wastes no time.
She wants to feel it.
She gently wraps her hand around Dathon’s shaft.
It’s hot!
So smooth and soft, but SO hard!
“Hah!” Dathon gasps.
“Okay, Dathe. Fist?” Marnie can’t help but give Dathon a slow tug.
She contemplates giving Dathon a few more tugs, but that feels like too much in front of her friends.
“Or fingers?” Marnie shifts her grip to gently pinch Dathon’s shaft.
“Um,” Dathon gulps.
“Fist?” Marnie again gently holds his stiff penis as though shaking hands.
He pictures Jonah in front of him, touching his penis.
“Or-“ Marnie is about to grip his penis in her fingers when-
“You feel that, Dathon?” Sam interrupts.
“Huh?” Dathon and Marnie ask and look at her.
“That’s Marnie’s hand on your cock.” Sam taunts.
“Sam!” Marnie scolds.
Dathon looks down.
“What? Dathon had his eyes closed. I just wanted to be sure he knew who was touching him.” Sam smirks wickedly.
Dathon looks at his older sister’s delicate hand holding his stiff penis.
“Mmmmmm!” Dathon moans.
“That’s right, Dathe.” Sam purrs. “You’re gonna look at each one of us as we figure this out.”
“Hah!” Carly and Vicky gasp.
“Ooooo! Hehehehe!” Kat giggles.
Dathon’s eyes meet Marnie’s.
He can feel her touching him!
Marnie looks nervous.
“It-It’s okay, Dathe. F-Fingers?” Marnie gently squeezes his penis.
“Or f-fist?” Marnie shifts her hand to grip Dathon’s shaft fully.
This isn’t Jonah…
This IS Marnie!
Marnie is touching him!
It’s too much!
“Fist! FIST!” Dathon yelps.
Marnie winces, but she knows the rules.
Reluctantly, she lets go.

Dathon shamefully looks down at his still very erect penis.
He feels like he just let Marnie down.
Marnie has an even deeper sinking feeling, though.
Dathon is still erect.
Marnie had the chance to make him cum herself, but now.
She glares at Sam.
It seems she’ll get what she wanted after all.
Sam smirks.
“Okay.” She grins at Dathon. “Who wants to go next?” She looks around.
“Huh?” Carly and Marnie are equally stunned by Sam NOT claiming the next turn.
“What? Like you AREN’T?!” Marnie scoffs.
Sam shrugs.
“I’m in no hurry.” She actually steps back, appraising Dathon as he stands with his hands behind his head. “I don’t mind watching for a bit.”

On the stairs, the horned up Jill and Millie are equally confused by Sam’s ‘passing up’ her turn to next be the one to touch Dathon’s penis!

“Oh?” Kat grins. “Then I’ll go! Hmhm!” She chuckles as she steps up to Dathon.
Dathon gulps as he takes in the curvy cutie with fire engine red hair.
“Here we go, Dathe. I’m gonna touch your penis again. Hmhm!” Kat giggles and bats her eyes.
Dathon closes his eyes.
“Dathe. Look at Kat.” Sam instructs.
“Huh?” Dathon asks.
“Eyes open.” Sam smirks.
“Okay, Dathe.” Kat grins and leans in. “Fingers?” Kat purposefully dances her fingers along the underside of Dathon’s erect shaft.
“Ah! O-h-h-h-h-h!” Dathon trembles.
Kat moves her hand away.
“Hmhmhmhm! Look at it dance!” She remarks as Dathon’s penis visibly twitches.
“Or,” Kat gently wraps her hand around Dathon’s penis.
“Fisssssst?” Kat purrs.
Dathon feels a tickle inside his penis.
“Unnnnnng! Fist! Fist!” He begs.
Kat gently squeezes.
“Ooo!” She gasps, softly.
As she pulls her hand away, a clear string of precum stretches from the head of Dathon’s penis.
“Oh jeez! Dathe!” Carly cringes.
“Hmmm.” Sam smirks.
“Okay. Fist it is.” She looks at Dathon’s leaking penis.
She then looks at Carly and Vicky.
Then, at Marnie.
Marnie looks mildly distraught.
Sam grins.
Sam squats and kind of ‘spools’ the thick, clear liquid onto her finger.
“This doesn’t count as my turn.” Sam says stearnly, looking at Marnie before rubbing the finger along Dathon’s erect penis!
“Ah-hah-hah! Wha-?!” Dathon gasps.
“Why waste all this pre?” Sam smirks.
“Sam!” Carly gasps.
“Eeeewww! Why, Sam?!” Vicky cringes.
Sam pulls her finger away from Dathon’s now, glistening penis.

“Shiny.” Is all Jill can whisper as she see’s Dathon’s erect penis twitch after Sam spread the clear string of stuff onto it.

Sam wipes her hand on some paper towel, then looks at Dathon.
Dathon appears to be examining his penis.
“Something wrong, Dathe?” She asks.
“Ugh! What did you do that for?” Dathon also looks like he doesn’t want to touch it.
“What? You mean you’ve never used your own pre?” Sam seems genuinely surprised.
“What?! No!” Dathon gasps. “This doesn’t happen!”
“Huh?” Sam asks, confused.
Dathon blushes and looks nervous.
“Dathon?” Marnie asks, concerned.
“I mean, it happens sometimes, but only if I can’t-“ Dathon hesitates looking at Carly.
He then looks at Marnie.
Marnie’s concern remains, but now, mixed with confusion.
Dathon doesn’t want to admit that it only leaks like this if he’s played with himself for too long without cumming.
Surprisingly, it’s Sam who offers him a lifeline.
“Actually, seeing the way you jerk-off with just your fingers, I can see how you haven’t gotten your dick slick before. Hm.” Sam acknowledges.
“Ew! Sam!” Carly gasps.
Sam rolls her eyes.
“You 2 need to stop with your ‘ew’ junk. It’s not gross, it’s fun.” Sam smirks.
“Watch.” Sam again reaches for Dathon’s penis.
She grips it in her fist again.
“Ah!” Dathon gasps at the touch.
“Just hold still, Dathe.” Sam smirks.
She squeezes and slowly slips her fist back and forth, sliding her fist up onto the head of Dathon’s penis.
“Thwup. Thwup. Thwup. Thwup.”
There’s wet ‘suction/squelching’ sound that now accompanies Sam’s tugging.
“UGH! OOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAH!” Dathon yells!
And shuts his eyes tight.
Standing, his ropey muscles are stunningly defined.
“Holy shit!” Sam grins.
Marnie, having not seen THAT reaction from Dathon yet, reacts herself as her ‘sisterly’ instincts kick in.
She shoots forward and pulls Sam away from Dathon.
“Hey!” Sam yelps as her hand slips from Dathon’s penis as Marnie pulls her back.
Dathon goes to cover, but doesn’t DARE touch himself!
The ‘lubricated’ full hand stroking was almost more than he could take!

Dathon looks down, panting.
He’s never seen his penis glisten before.
Without his few pubes, the slight redness from the rubbing and the ‘shine’ of his pre-cum make his erect penis stand out even more!

“Jill! Look at Dathon’s penis!” Millie gasps.
“Uh huh.” Jill IS looking.
She’s also rubbing herself, imagining what Dathon’s penis might feel like in her hand.
The erotic display really is almost too much for the young girls’ minds

“What the hell, Marn?! He was so close!” Sam pouts.
“Yeah! I know!” Marnie hisses.
She looks at Dathon.
He looks mortified, and like he wants to cover!
Sam really did go overboard.
Marnie looks at Dathon’s glistening erection.
She can’t help but wonder what it feels like now.
She can’t make Dathon shoot in front of her friends, though.
This has gone far enough.
This is no longer about ‘helping Dathon’ in anyway!
On top of her protective instinct, there is also a bit of jealousy.
Sam had gotten Dathon’s erect penis slick!
Marnie hadn’t even felt that yet!
“Too far, Sam!” Marnie scolds.
“ ‘Too far?!’ Not far enough! I AM going to make your brother shoot!“ Sam argues.

Carly steps up to Dathon.
“Are you okay?! Oh my gosh! I am SO sorry Dathe!”
She continues to stare at Dathon’s glistening erection.
The skin on the head and shaft is now pink and shiny, making it stand out even more.
Dathon’s heart is pounding.
Not just from the obvious excitement and embarassment, but because of Carly’s demeanor-
Her current sweet, caring tone.
Vicky and Kat have also kept their attention on Dathon, unable to ignore the pylon-like ‘beacon’ that Dathon’s penis has become.

Fortunately for Jill and Millie, the way everyone is standing, they still have an unobstructed view of Dathon’s frontal nudity and arousal.

“Dathon?” Carly asks while Sam and Marnie continue to argue.
“I-I-I’m sorry.” Dathon mutters.
Carly shakes her head.
“No. I’M sorry. This has gone too far. We were supposed to help you- er, “ Carly winces.
“I know! I’m sorry I can’t help it! I know it’s wrong!” Dathon closes his eyes.
He desperately tries to shut everything out.
“Jonah.” He hisses as he begins his visualization.
“Oh! Right!” Vicky gasps. “Marnie’s ‘thing’.” She adds.
“Ooo! Yay! It’s gonna go soft again!” Kat coos.
“Shhhh! Please!” Dathon hisses.
Carly looks at Dathon’s distraught expression.
She looks down at his glistening erection.
She can’t help it.
“Here, will this help?” Carly asks sweetly.
She gently wraps her delicate fingers around Dathon’s shaft.
It’s slick and hot.
Something about the glistening ‘shine’ is entrancing.
Then, there’s the slickness!
Carly lets her hand slide- ever so slightly, and-
Dathon’s eyes snap open.
He looks at Carly’s eyes for that sweet concern.
Instead, he see’s her looking down with youthful lust.
He follows her gaze down to her hand wrapped around his erect penis.
He feels Carly’s hand slide over the spot on the underside of his penis, just below the head.
The tickle turns into a tightening sting from which there is no return.
“OH GAH! UUUUUNNNNNG!” Dathon moans.
Sam and Marnie shoot their gaze back to Dathon to see Carly holding his erect penis!
“Eeep!” Carly yelps and lets go, as though being burned.
Marnie looks at Dathon.
His eyes are pleading for her aid.
Sam looks at Dathon as well.
His erect penis is twitching and a single, thick, white splurt is falling to the floor.
“CARLY?!” Sam yelps at the same time as Marnie yelling “DATHON?!” in concern.
Sam gently pushes Marnie in the shoulder and lunges forward.
With her arleady forward momentum, Marnie is caught off balance and falls to her hands and knees.
She looks up at Dathon just as Sam gets to him, extending her hand to wrap around his penis!

“No! Please!” Dathon yelps as Sam grabs his penis and almost pulls him to the ground!
Sam’s hand immediately slides into his pelvis with how slick his penis has become!
With her other hand, Sam grabs Dathon’s buttcheek, holding him in place.
This 2nd point of contact is over the line.
Dathon is frozen-
His hands balled into tight fists at his sides.
Sam begins moving her hand back and forth between the inch of space left on each end of Dathon’s penis-
A perfect handful, indeed-
Just enough to allow for some movement.
Sam’s face lights up with a huge grin as she fully feels the combined heat, rigidity and slickness of Dathon’s erect penis as it slightly slides in her hand.
This contact is more than enough to pick up where Carly left off.
As Sam strokes, all the teasing of the last hour and his ‘false start’ with Carly overwhelms Dathon’s penis.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah! Ung! Mmmmmm! Nyaaaa!” Dathon spasms as Sam gets her way.
His cry silences the others before becoming trapped in his throat.
Dathon’s face is frozen in a strained mask of embarassment and euphoria.
For 4 full seconds, all that can be heard is the wet ‘thwick-thlurp’ ‘thwick-thlurp’ of Sam’s hand stroking Dathon’s penis, then…
“Mmmmmyaaaaaaaaahhhh!” Dathon’s voice returns with a moan and a shudder as cum shoots onto the floor.
“Hahaha! Yeeeeeeaaaah!” Sam cheers as she strokes.
The first, furthest and thickest ‘splurt’ of cum hits the floor with a wet ‘splat’.
“Oh! OH MY GOSH!” Carly yelps.
“He’s a shooter! Yay! Hahaha!” Kat claps and giggles.
Sam keeps going.
Dathon’s voice once again leaves him as his ropey boy muscles strain and a 2nd, smaller ‘splurt’ shoots forth.
Dathon’s legs jiggle like jelly as Sam speeds up her tugging, hoping for one more shot.
“Oh Jeez!” Vicky turns away, blushing.
“Hah! Awwwwwww! Mmmmmmm!” Sam chuckles and purrs as she feels Dathon’s penis soften and begin to stretch with her tugs.
She gently rubs his butt.

Dathon is in shock.
He’s numb.
This isn’t post-nut clarity.
This is post-nut fog.
Did that really just happen?
Is Dathon really standing here, naked, after being made to cum in front of Marnie and her friends?
Was it really one of HER friends that MADE him cum?
WITH HER OWN HAND?!
Dathon feels his penis regaining it’s elasticity.
He looks down.
His penis is no longer stiff.
Sam maintains a firm grip with the ‘O’ of her index and thumb, caught beneath the mushroom head of his penis.
The shaft stretches thin, then retracts as Sam gently tugs.
Dathon takes in the looks of the girls around him-
Sam is grinning, staring at his penis in her hand, slightly panting.
Kat is swooning and hugging herself as she squats to examine his small cum puddles.
Vicky is blushing, her eyes darting from the cum on the floor to Dathon’s eyes, to his limp penis in Sam’s hand and back again.
Carly is-
Reaching?
Her hand is extended, slightly, towards Dathon.
She remains a couple steps away, however.
Her face is-
Her brow is furrowed- frustrated.
Her eyes are a soft- sympathetic.
She’s biting her bottom lip.
“Dathe?” Marnie asks, softly.
Dathon fixes his eyes on Marnie.
Marnie-
His older sister.
His sister who has been nothing but supportive this whole venture.
His sister who gave him the tool to master his nudism.
And yet, he couldn’t keep himself under control.
He orgasmed in front of all of her friends!
“M-Marnie! I-“ Dathon feels a not choke him. “I’m sorry!” Dathon breaks free.
He runs to the downstairs bathroom.
“Whoa!” Sam gasps, having to let go of Dathon’s penis.
“Dathe!” Marnie and Carly call out as he almost knocks over the kneeling Kat.

Jill is still composed enough to press herself and Millie back against the stair wall as Dathon runs passed the stairs to the downstairs bathroom.
Neither Dathon, nor Marnie, nor Carly notice them as they dart by.
Jill feels and hears Millie’s panting next to her.
“Mill! Shhhhhh!” Jill quiets her little sister.
Both vaguely remember Deb’s brief explaination of Dathon’s anatomy and it’s various functions, but ONLY vaguely.
With Dathon, Marnie and one of the brunette girls gone, all that leaves Jill and Millie with to observe is Marnie’s classmates:
Sam, Vicky and Kat.

“Oh my god! Sam! You actually did it!” Kat gasps.
“Wow, Sam. I kind of thought you were messing around.” Vicky shivers.
“Heh!” Sam chuckles, looking down at the little puddle of cum on the hardwood floor. “Little guy had more in ‘im than I thought.”
“Sam, you should stop that.” Vicky rubs her arms.
“What?” Sam shrugs.
Vicky picks up the paper towel and hands it to Sam.
“Making fun of Dathon.” Vicky says.
“Eh, it’s just a ‘little’ teasing.” Sam smirks.
Kat stands up.
“It’s not ‘that little’ though, is it?” She asks.
“I mean, if I can wrap my hand around it and still see it?” Kat asks.
Sam hands the paper towel to Kat.
“Oh!” Kat takes it, tears a few sheets and kneels.
She starts soaking up the cum for Sam.
“Eh, like I said, he’s a nice little handful.” Sam smirks.
“He’s got nothing to he ashamed of!” Vicky nudges Sam. “You should make sure he knows that.”
Sam rolls her eyes.
“He’s a ‘nudist’, right? Since when do they care about their size?”
“Not the point, Sam!” Vicky scolds.
“Yeah, yeah.” Sam rolls her eyes. “I guess I should apologize.” She sighs.
Kat stands, holding the cum filled towel out to Sam.
“Pfft! Go throw it out, Kat!” She scoffs. “I gotta go check on Dathe.”
Sam starts to leave, but Vicky catches her arm.
“Hey!” Sam yelps.
“Let Marnie and Carly handle it. Apologize AFTER.” Vicky nods.
Sam crosses her arms and huffs.
“Fine.”

With things calmed down, Jill and Millie sneak back upstairs.
They go to the bathroom, wash up, then return to their room to change and discuss what they just witnessed.

“Dathe?” Marnie knocks on the bathroom door, having just missed catching it before Dathon locked it.
“Dathon. Let me in, please?” Marnie tries again.
“No! Not until your friends are gone! I can’t let them-! I can’t see them! Not after-“ Dathon cuts off.
“Hey.” Carly joins Marnie outside the bathroom. “Is he-“ She bites her lip nervously. “Is Dathon okay?”
“Who’s out there now?! Go away!” Dathon yelps.
“It- It’s just me, Dathon. Carly. Are you okay?” Carly asks sweetly.
“I-I’m sorry.” Dathon mumbles.
“It’s okay, Dathe. Really. I just-“ Carly looks at Marnie.
Marnie sees the mirror of concern she herself feels on Carly’s face.
“We came here to-“ Carly shakes her head. “ ‘I’ came here to help you with your nudism. Vicky, too! We just got a little carried away, is all.”
Silence.
“Carried away?” Dathon asks.
“Yeah.” Carly squirms. “Dathon? Can we come in?”
“Huh?” Marnie looks at Carly, confused.
She’d been the most apprehensive around Dathon’s nudity.
“I think it’ll just be easier to talk that way.” She adds.
“Marnie’s still here, too.”
A moment of silence, then, ‘click’.
The door unlocks.
Marnie and Carly quickly slip into the bathroom with Dathon, closing the door behind them.
Dathon backs up, covering with his hands.
“Dathe. I am SO sorry about Sam!” Marnie pleads.
“And me, Dathon. I didn’t mean to-“ Carly glances at his hands and blushes. “It’s my fault. I tried to help you like Marnie does, but-“ Carly looks at her hand then at the floor.
“Oh?” Marnie looks at Carly.
“You were arguing with Sam, and Dathon was trying to calm down, so I tried to help.” Carly blushes.
Dathon sees Carly blush and feels his own blush deepen.
It had been Carly’s touch that pushed him over the edge.
This cute older teen girl and he now shared that between them.
“Oh. Oooooh!” Marnie realizes Carly’s intentions.
“Huh?” Dathon looks confused.
“I-I thought you were mad, Marn.” He blushes.
“Huh?” Marnie looks back at Dathon.
She shakes her head.
“No Dathe. You did great! Really. If I hadn’t invited ‘Sam’.” Marnie glares at the door.
Dathon shivers.
“We shouldn’t have gotten so carried away.” Carly says. “Again, Dathe, I am SO sorry.”
Dathon sighs.
“Th-Thanks, Carly.”
He blushes and relaxes a bit as he smiles at her.
He lets one hand drop, still holding one for cover.
Carly acknowledges the shift in demeanor.
“Hmhm!” Carly blushes and chuckles. “Why are you covering? ‘Mr. Nudist’. Hmhm!”
“Oh! Um,” Dathon blushes and moves his hands.
His limp, hairless penis and tight balls wobble slightly.
“Hah!” Carly gasps.
Dathon shifts nervously.
“There we go, Dathe. Relax. It’s just us right now.” Marnie smiles, proudly.
“I’ve been thinking about what Vicky said when we first got here.” Carly cocks her head, still staring at Dathon’s penis.
“Huh?” Marnie asks.
“It really IS cool that you’re practicing nudism, Dathe.” Carly smiles.
“Oh? Th-Thanks.” Dathon blushes.
“I’d be WAY too embarassed to do it! Gah!” Carly shivers.
Dathon gulps, picturing the petite brunette naked.
“Well, it’s not like Dathon has anything to be ‘embarassed about’, right?” Marnie smirks.
“Oh! Um,” Carly blushes.
She shakes her head aggressively.
“No! Not at all!” She grins bashfully.
Marnie takes note of Carly’s tone and gaze.
“Dathe, why don’t you hang here with Carly for a bit while I go help Vicky get Sam under control?” She suggests
“Oh?” Carly looks surprised.
Dathon gulps.
As apprehensive as Marnie is to leave Dathon alone with Sam or Kat, she feels like Carly won’t do anything ‘bad’ for Dathon.
Her ‘big sister’ instincts clock something else, as well.
It might be fun to leave Dathon alone with the girl he thinks is ‘really pretty’ and ‘nice’.
“Yeah. I’ll be right back.” Marnie exits, closing the door behind her.

Dathon looks at Carly’s brown eyes and dark hair.
He then lets his eyes fall down Carly’s petite body.
She definitely wouldn’t have anything to be embarassed about as a nudist.
Dathon absentmindedly tugs on his limp penis.
“Oh! Um-!” Carly looks at the mirror in an attempt to look away.
All this does is give her a perfect side-view of Dathon’s naked body.
Dathon notices Carly look away and feels shame.
“S-Sorry.” He mumbles, stopping his tugging.
Carly looks back at him.
“So, Um,” She tries to ignore the elephant in the room, but can’t. “You ‘had’ pubic hair, before, right? Marnie said they shaved you?” She asks, taking a step forward.
“Oh? Um, yeah.” Dathon says kind of mournfully.
Carly tries to picture him with ‘hair down there’.
“Was it a lot?” She asks, not stopping her slow advance.
“Not really.” Dathon mumbles.
He looks up as the cute brunette slowly approaches.
“I wonder if other nudists shave.” Carly muses.
“I don’t think so.” Dathon says. “Jonah said there were lots of hairy people on the beach.”
“Oh?” Carly stops about an arm’s length from Dathon.
“Deb and Marn shaved me ‘cause mom thought my hairs would do -“ Dathon just shrugs, not knowing the right words “ ‘something’ with Jill and Mill.”
“Ah. I see.” Carly leans down.
“Um,” Dathon fights the urge to cover.
“Well,” Carly straightens up. “I think it looks nice. Especially since you aren’t that big.”
“Huh?!” Dathon gasps.
Carly looks at him.
Seeing the look of abject horror makes her realize her poor wording.
“Oh! No! Dathon I didn’t mean ‘that’! It isn’t that you aren’t-! I just meant it ‘looks’- I mean, ON YOU! Because YOU aren’t ‘big’. I mean, ‘it’s’ big- I mean It’s not ‘big’ it’s-!” Carly only makes herself more flustered. “It’s just, without hair, when it GETS big-GER, I mean-“
She turns to the mirror to compose herself.
Dathon turns away, covering himself.
Carly sees him trembling in the mirror.
“I just meant, Dathe,” Carly blushes, turning back to him.
Dathon doesn’t move.
“I, like the way ‘it’ looks. ‘You’ look ‘good’.” Carly nods.
Dathon looks down at his torso, arms, hands, legs and feet.
A hairless plane of pale skin.
Carly can’t help but ogle Dathon’s bare butt.
He’s clenching so hard it doesn’t jiggle, it vibrates!
“Dathon, PLEASE don’t be embarassed!” Carly says.
“I- I don’t think-“ Dathon stops and sighs. “I don’t think I can be a nudist.” He mumbles.
Carly panics.
She knows what Marnie and her sister have planned in the coming days.
As bad as she feels for Dathon right now, she doesn’t want to be the cause of derailing things.
“Oh no, Dathon! Don’t say that!” Carly pleads.
Before she can stop herself, she’s at Dathon’s back.
She takes his shoulder and turns him to face her.
They’re about eye to eye.
“Dathon, PLEASE don’t stop being a nudist because of today-
Because of ‘us’. I really did come along to help you. I’m sorry things got out of hand!” Carly fights the urge to look down.
After saying that, to blatently look down at Dathon’s penis again seems counter productive.
Besides, she can tell he’s still covering.
Inside, Carly pictures her hands moving down Dathon’s arms to part his hands.
But Carly would never be that bold!
Even if it had been her touch that made him cum.
Oh god!
That’s why they were in here in the first place!
Dathon looks into Carly’s big brown eyes.
Carly’s heart begins racing.
This close, ignoring the fact that Dathon’s naked, he’s actually quite cute.
Carly gulps
“Again, I’m sorry for before. I shouldn’t have touched you.”
“Huh?” Dathon asks.
“You know, when you were picturing your friend? And I-“ Carly winces and looks down at Dathon’s hands. “I was trying to help, but-“
Carly blushes and steps back towards the door.
“I’m sorry.”
Dathon moves his hands.
Carly can’t help it.
She looks.
She smiles, feeling heat well up inside.
Dathon is still flaccid, but even limp and hairless-
He really doesn’t have anything to be embarassed about.
At least not with her.
Marnie knocks on the door.
Carly opens it, smiling and still blushing.
“Oh?” Marnie looks around her to see Dathon.
He’s not covering or cowering, and he’s not hard.
“Everything okay?” She smirks.
“I think so.” Carly smiles.
“Everything good with Sam?” She asks, a bit annoyed.
“Yeah.” Marnie looks at Dathon. “Dathe, my friends will be leaving soon, and they’d like you to see them off, if you’re up for it.”
Carly looks at Dathon again and smiles.
“Coming?” She grins.
Dathon smiles back and nods, following Carly and Marnie back to the livingroom.

Sam, Vicky and Kat are all sitting on the couch when Marnie and Carly enter.
Dathon stops, just before rounding the corner.
He’s about to face 3 more, older teen girls, one of which was responsible for finishing off his orgasm in front of all of them!
Marnie and Carly part as Dathon steps between them.
Sam, Vicky and Kat hop up.
“ ‘Bout time! Jeez!” Sam scoffs.
“Dathe? Everything okay?” Vicky asks.
“Y-Yeah.” Dathon blushes.
It’s like returning to the scene of a crime.
He fights the urge to cover.
Marnie steps behind Sam and nudges her, harshly.
“Hey!” Sam yelps, stepping in front of Dathon.
“Sam?” Carly crosses her arms and narrows her eyes.
Sam crosses her arms, then, looks at Dathon.
“Dathe, look, I’m sorry I got carried away.” Sam says begrudgingly.
“ ‘Carried away?’ “ Carly scoffs. “You knew EXACTLY what you were doing!”
Sam rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, alright.” Sam smirks at Dathon.
“Dathon, I’m sorry I tried to make you spunk in front of everyone.” She then looks at Carly. “And I’m sorry CARLY was the one to ACTUALLY do it.” She smirks.
“Hey! I was trying to HELP Dathon!” Carly shoots back.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Sam waves her off.
Still smirking, she looks at Dathon’s limp penis
“I woulda done it better from the start.”
“Hah!” Dathon, Marnie and Carly gasp.
“SAM!” Marnie and Carly yell.
Dathon covers himself, blushing.
“I’M KIDDING! I’M KIDDING!” Sam lifts her hands in surrender.
She locks eyes with the stunned Dathon.
She smirks, narrowing her eyes and mouths “I’m not.”
She winks.
Sam steps up to Dathon.
Dathon gulps, but doesn’t back up.
“Come on Dathe, gimme one last peak?” Sam smirks as she grabs his wrists.
Dathon doesn’t fight.
He just wants to be done.
He lets Sam pull his hands away.
He lets his limp penis flop free.
Sam grins.
“Hmmmm.” She tilts her head.
Dathon shows no sign of further arousal.
“Yup. Still a perfect handful.” Sam says as she cups her hand over Dathon’s penis AND balls!
“Hah!” Dathon gasps.
He doesn’t need to think of Jonah right now.
He’s still drained and far too mortified to get hard again.
Carly and Marnie both grab Sam and pull her away from Dathon.
Vicky steps up to Dathon next.
“Next time we come over, maybe focus on Jonah a bit more? Or, you know, like, ‘take care of it’ earlier?” She scrunches up her face, looking down at Dathon’s limp penis.
“Ow! Sam! Did you bite me?!” Carly yelps.
“That’s EXACTLY why I’m not letting you anywhere NEAR Dathon again!” Marnie scolds. “I don’t need you trying to bite his penis off!”
Sam jokingly chomps at the air.
“It’s such a perfect little COCKtail sausage though! And so juicy! Hahahaha!” She cackles.
Kat steps up and quickly lifts her hand to wave.
“Bye Dathe! Hope your nudism goes well!” She grins.
“Th-Thanks, Kat.” Dathon blushes.
Kat looks down at Dathon’s penis and grins.
“Ow! Kat! Help us with her!” Carly yelps.
Kat turns and heads back to swap places with Carly at Sam’s side.
“We’re taking her outside!” Vicky shouts.
“One more feel! Come on!” Sam yells as Kat and Vicky take her outside.
Marnie helps them out the door.
“See ya, Dathe!” Vicky says once more. “Talk later, Marn.”
“Yeah! Sure thing!” Marnie shuts the door, leaving her, Dathon and Carly standing in the livingroom.

Carly is smiling at Dathon as he stands without covering.
Marnie looks at her friend as she looks at Dathon.
Carly is smitten.
She looks at Dathon again.
He isn’t hard or covering.
“Thanks for having us over, Marn.” Carly says.
“Thanks for coming and helping Dathe with his nudism.” Marnie smiles.
“Anytime.” Carly blushes.
Dathon shivers.
“Hey, Dathe?” Carly asks.
“Y-Yeah?” He blushes.
“I know you don’t start Highschool ‘til next year, but um,” Carly looks at Marnie.
“Maybe we could hangout again some time?” She blushes.
“Oh?” Marnie and Dathon ask in unison.
Marnie sees Dathon is stunned.
She herself is a little surprised.
“Sure, Carly. We can definitely hangout again.” Marnie smiles, though gives her a confused look.
She nudges Dathon.
“Oh! Um, y-yeah, Carly.” Dathon says bashfully.
“Cool! Hmhm!” Carly looks down at Dathon’s penis again.
“And you can wear clothes next time.” She smiles. “Or not, I mean, if you’re still a nudist, I guess.” Carly blushes.
“Oh! Um,” Dathon covers.
Marnie nudges him again.
“We’ll see, Carly.” Marnie says. “Maybe less touching next time, though.” She looks over at the spot where Dathon ejaculated.
Carly, too, looks.
She then blushes and looks at Dathon.
“God! I am SO sorry!” Carly shakes her head.
“I-I’m sorry, too.” Dathon shifts nervously.
“I guess we still need to work on that ‘control’, huh?” Marnie puts her hands on her hips.
“It was Sam’s fault, Marn.” Carly offers. “I’m sure if she hadn’t been here, Dathon wouldn’t have had any problems with his nudism.” Carly nods, confidently at Dathon.
“Yeah, maybe.” Marnie frowns, still lamenting that SHE wasn’t the one to make Dathon cum this time.
“Speaking of,” Marnie nods at Dathon’s hands. “You don’t need to cover, Dathe. You’re a ‘proud’ nudist, right?”
“Oh! Um,” Dathon looks at Marnie, then back at Carly.
Carly smiles.
He moves his hands.
“Hmhm!” Carly blushes.
Seeing Carly smile at his nudity fills Dathon with a little thrill.
He’s safe at the moment though, having cum so recently.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to your TV watching, Dathe.” Carly nods.
“Thanks again for your help.” Marnie says, opening the door.
Carly steps up to Dathon again.
“See you around.” She says.
Momentarily, she forgets Dathon’s nudity and hugs him!
“Hah!” Dathon gasps.
“Oh!” Carly steps back.
Blushing, she grins, tucks her dark hair behind her ear and steps outside.
“Eep!” Dathon covers and hops onto the couch, away from the front door.
“See ya, Carly.” Marnie shuts the door.

[Jeepman89]

Brilliant chapter! Love that he finally came in front of the older girls.