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Jerk

By: RejectReality



Tim picked up his coffee and headed toward the door of the shop, eager to get home. His guild had a big raid planned for the game tonight, and he didn't want to be late. He started when someone grabbed his arm as he walked past. He was even more surprised when he stopped and turned to see it was a hot girl.

"Timmy, right? You're good with computers, aren't you?"

She knows my name? He thought. Kelly had run with the popular crowd in school, and he was surprised she even knew he existed. "Yeah, I guess."

"This thing is totally frozen up and I can't get it to do anything," she said, gesturing at her laptop. "I've got these warning boxes about a virus, but when I click on them, they don't do anything. See?"

"Uh oh," he muttered as he looked down and saw the pop-up window. "That's actually part of a nasty virus going around right now. Clicking it is probably what infected you."

"God. Can you fix it? Pretty please?"

Fighting down a shiver from the incredibly sexy look she was giving him, he said, "I can give it a try."

Slipping his bag off his shoulder, he sat it down on the table and dug through it until he found the thumb drive he was looking for. It had several useful programs on it, including recently updated versions of powerful malware removal tools. Downloading as much porn as he did had its dangers, so he kept everything he needed close at hand for quick fixes.

"I'll need to restart it in safe mode first. It may take a few minutes to clean everything off, if this works."

"If you can fix it, you're a lifesaver."

He sat down and turned the laptop to face him. His eyes immediately homed in on her well-displayed cleavage, and it was all he could do to tear his gaze away and focus on the computer.

After restarting the computer, he went to work with the programs. As he suspected, the computer was infected with a nasty virus he knew all too well, so he started the cleaning process.

About ten minutes later, he restarted the computer and scanned it, the programs reporting a clean bill of health. "There you go," he said as he pushed the computer back toward her.

She spun it around and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh my god. You totally saved my life."

"You're welcome."

He only realized he was staring at her with a silly grin on his face when she shifted nervously in her chair.

"So, I guess I'll see you around," he said as he stood up, feeling his ears burning.

Way to go idiot. He chided himself for staring at her as he walked toward the door. When he looked up, he saw the last thing in the world he wanted to see — Jason.

Since the fifth grade, Jason had been his ultimate nemesis. Though he exited as quickly as possible and turned the opposite direction he actually wanted to go to avoid a confrontation, it didn't help. A hand grabbed his shirt and jerked him up short.

"You hitting on my girlfriend, you fucking nerd?"

"No. I..."

That was as far as he got before the fist connected with his face. The next thing he remembered was sitting on the ground with his back against the building, vision blurred with tears, and sharp stabs of pain coming from his eye. Jason was standing over him, growling something, but he was too incoherent to make any of it out.

Once the thug walked away, Tim struggled to his feet and made his way back to his apartment, desperately wishing he was invisible all the way.

****

The doorbell ringing forced him to open one eye — the one not covered by an icepack — and caused his head to throb even harder. He ignored it at first, hoping whoever it was would go away, but the bell just kept ringing.

He sat the icepack down on the table next to his second hand couch and looked out the peep hole. Only slightly surprised by who he saw outside, he opened the door.

"I am so sorry," Jason's mother said as soon as he opened the door.

He shrugged, not really knowing what to say. It was hardly the first time she'd come trying to smooth over something her son had done.

"Can I come in?"

Once he stepped out of the way, she hurried into the apartment as if she didn't want to be seen. She sighed and said, "Again, I'm sorry. I've tried talking to him, and punishing him, but... It won't happen again, I promise."

"Yeah, right," he grumbled, a little surprised by his own words. Anger at years of teasing and beatings swelled up in him and he spat out, "I'm sick and tired of this."

"I know. I know. There has to be some way we can make this right."

He sat down hard on the couch. "Until the next time."

"There won't be a... I know. I've said that before."

"Maybe he'll listen to the cops, then," he said while looking away.

She leaned down and grabbed his hand. "No, please. We can figure something out. He's eighteen now, and it's all different."

Tim turned back and said, "Not from where I'm sitting." His voice trailed off as it dawned on him that he was looking straight down her shirt. She was wearing a tight yellow tank top, and he certainly couldn't see any hint of a bra.

He knew he was caught when he snapped his gaze upward and saw her eyes flash with irritation. His face burned and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

She stood up, arching her eyebrows as he tried to think of something to say. Apologize. Change the subject. Anything. Then she bit her lower lip for a moment and grinned.

"I think I know how we can take care of this little problem." She reached out and stroked a finger over his cheek, causing his eyes to go wide. Her smile broadened, and she said, "What if I were to help you let off a little steam?"

"Wh... What do you mean?"

Her fingers glided lower, to his neck, and then to his chest. "I could do a little something for you, to help you forget all about this."

His mind racing from her touch, his voice cracked when he responded, "Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know. I could jerk you off. I bet that would take your mind off things."

His shoulders slumped, as his fevered brain filled with porn plots had conjured up something much, much more.

His reaction must have worried her, because she immediately came back with, "Uhm... Three times. One a day. Does that help?"

Dashed hopes aside, he wasn't about to let the opportunity pass him by. He nodded.

"Good." She knelt down in front of him, wearing a sexy smile and reached for the button of his jeans.

Heart thundering in his chest, he watched her pop open the button, and then pull down the zipper. She tugged on the denim, and he lifted his butt up off the couch to let her pull his jeans down. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and chills shot all through him as she bunched his pants around his ankles and reached for the waistband of his briefs.

She didn't waste any time, and tugged his underwear down to his knees, her other hand wrapping around his cock at the same time. Stunned and nervous, he was still mostly limp.

"You need to get hard for this to work, you know?" she said in sultry tones, slowly stroking his flaccid manhood.

"Maybe if you show me your tits," he blurted out before he could think better of it.

She rolled her eyes and then said, "Oh, what the hell." She released his cock, and in one quick motion, pulled her top over her head. As he'd surmised earlier, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were a little pendulous, but big, and incredible. More importantly, they were real, and not images on a computer screen or magazine page.

She cupped them in her hands and gave them a jiggle. The sight was enough to overcome his nervousness, and blood rushed between his legs.

"There we are," she said as she wrapped her hand around his cock again. "I guess you like these?"

"They're awesome."

She chuckled and cupped his balls in her other hand, continuing to stroke his rapidly hardening cock. "Now, let's help you forget all about what a jerk my son is."

He closed his eyes and groaned, wondering if it was a dream as she stroked his cock. Her hand felt incredibly soft — far different from his own, which he knew so well. She rotated her wrist every so often, adding a twisting motion to the strokes. All the while, she gently rolled and caressed his balls in her other hand.

The wicked itch built in the head of his cock in less than a minute, spreading down the shaft with every pump of her hand. He grunted and groaned, breathing heavily, trying desperately to keep his eyes open so he could drink in the sight. Her breasts jiggled from the motion of her hand, and when she wasn't looking at his cock, she was looking up into his eyes.

"Is that good?"

"Yeah," he replied in a strained voice.

Her hand pumped faster, and his groans kept pace. Though he tried to fight it, his balls tightened and he felt the intense itch in his cock go numb for a moment. With the next stroke of her hand, he grunted and came.

"Oh!" she cried out in surprise as the first thick rope of cum spattered across her neck and chest. She pulled down on his pulsing shaft, and the next spurt landed on her breasts.

Grunting and growling, he continued to pump out cum in hard spurts. Two, then three, then four more hard ejaculations decorated her breasts with sticky trails. A pair of weaker squirts landed on the floor in front of her, and finally, a last pulse dribbled cum down the swollen purple head and onto her hand.

Eyes closed and panting for breath, he heard her chuckle and say, "Oh my. Have you been saving that for a while?"

A few inarticulate sounds were all he could manage for an answer. By the time he caught his breath and could open his eyes, she'd pulled several tissues from a box next to the couch. He watched in fascinated wonder as she wiped his cum from her body.

She picked up her shirt from the floor after sitting down the last balled-up tissue and stood. "Now, you're going to forget all about what my son did, aren't you?"

He answered with a weak nod, helpless against the grin spreading across his face.

"And, you're not going to say anything to anyone about this?"

He shook his head. There was no way he was risking the other two handjobs she'd promised.

She pulled on her top, tugging at the material and pushing her breasts until it settled the way she wanted them. "Same time tomorrow, and the next day?"

"Yeah."

"Tomorrow, then."

He watched her walk to the door, where she turned and waved to him — still sitting half naked on his couch with a slowly softening cock — as if nothing unusual had happened. She opened the door just wide enough to slip out, and then she was gone.

****

A chill shot up Tim's spine when the doorbell rang, right on time. Heart beating fast, he answered it and didn't make the futile effort to wipe the grin off his face upon seeing her. Her top wasn't nearly as revealing, but she was wearing a skirt this time, showing off gorgeous legs.

She hurried inside as she had the day before, but gave a tug on his shirt as she passed. "Why don't you go ahead and get out of those clothes?"

She was all business as she sat down her purse on the table and pulled something out of it. She held up the package of moist wipes as he walked to the couch, unbuttoning his jeans.

"My boobs were sticking together by the time I got home yesterday. Come on now. Chop, chop."

He pushed down both jeans and underwear at the same time, and his already hard cock sprang free.

She brushed her fingertip over the head, causing it to throb and bounce. "Looks like we won't have any trouble with that today, but I suppose you want to see these anyway?"

"Yeah."

Off came her blouse, and she gestured for him to sit down. She sank to her knees in front of the couch as he sat, and then scooted forward.

He'd been trying to screw up his courage since shortly after she left the day before, and it paid off when he asked, "Can I touch them?"

"Go ahead. You may as well," she answered as her hand wrapped around his cock.

The weight, warmth, and softness of her breast in his hand made him throb in her grasp, and she chuckled. Rather than starting to stroke him immediately, she caressed the hard organ instead. "Mmm. You have a soft touch."

"I love your tits."

"I can tell." She stroked a finger over the head of his cock, and a clear drop of pre-cum welled up. While smoothing it into the swollen helmet, she said, "You know, you have a nice cock."

"Really?"

"Mmm hmm. It's a little bigger than average, and nice looking. Not all veiny and ugly like some of them are."

Her grip tightened and she started to stroke, drawing out a groan from him as he continued to squeeze her breast and tease the nipple. "Feels so good."

"Thank you. Can I ask you something?"

He nodded.

"Are you a virgin?"

Somehow, he had enough blood in his body to fuel both his erection and a blush.

"I'll take that as a yes. That explains why you're so eager to see a woman my age. Anything would do for you, huh?"

"No, you're hot."

She stroked a little faster. "You know, I think you really mean that. So, these are the first boobs you've ever seen?"

"Yeah."

"And I'm the first woman to ever touch your cock?"

"Uh huh," his voice shuddered from her ministrations.

She moaned and shivered. "I know I shouldn't be saying this, but that really turns me on." Her features turned stern and her hand froze in place. "But don't get any ideas. A deal's a deal."

"Okay," he said in a rush, hoping to encourage her to start again quickly.

"Good. Tell me when you're about to come this time. I'm lucky I didn't get it in my hair last time the way you went off."

Without waiting for an answer, she started stroking again — fast. As little as he wanted to let go of her tit, he had to lean back and gasp as her talented hand worked him steadily toward an explosion.

As the initial rush of pleasure settled, he sat up again to feel her breast. A whim then pushed him to reach for the other. It was then that he realized she wasn't caressing his balls this time — and why.

He gasped and let it out as a grunt when he saw her hand up her skirt. She's playing with herself!

That pushed him over the edge. Despite having jerked off before going to bed, and again when he woke up from a dream about her, the sight of her touching herself was too much. He trembled and let out a long, quavering moan as her fast-pumping hand drew him to the edge.

"Gonna come," he growled.

She leaned forward, resting the tip of his cock directly against her breast. Two quick strokes later, a roar bubbled up from somewhere deep inside him along with his cream.

"Mmm hmm," she moaned as he spurted, decorating her tits with streamers of cum, though nowhere near as much as the day before. The last dribble pumped out when she rubbed the tip over her nipple, leaving the stiff bud sporting a dangling strand.

Tim collapsed into a heap as her soft hand uncurled from around his cock. He did manage to keep his eyes open so he could watch as she straightened over her knees, giving him a perfect view of her cum-spattered breasts. She grinned and let out a chuckle as he stared at her. Then, her smile turned mischievous.

A lurch rippled through his body as she lifted her fingers to her lips and licked his cum off them. As soon as they were clean, she gathered up the dangling dollop from her nipple, and sucked it off her fingers too. His sensitive cock throbbed uncomfortably as he watched the show of her cleaning his cum from her breasts and moaning with every taste.

He finally let his eyes drift closed when she reached for the tissues.

"Not as much as yesterday. Have you been masturbating?"

She had finished with the tissue when he opened his eyes upon hearing the question. Her breasts shimmered in the light from the wetness of the wipe she was stroking over them.

Still a little weak and breathless, he nodded.

"You should save it for tomorrow," she suggested while she finished cleaning up.

A few minutes later, she was dressed and out the door. Tim lay staring at the closed door in post-come lethargy for long minutes before he could summon up the energy to find his pants.

****

Fit to burst from resisting the nearly overwhelming urge to jerk off, Tim was standing right next to the door when the bell rang the next day. He had the door open before the chime had even faded.

"Someone's eager," she said and laughed as he closed the door behind her.

Hot on her heels, he jerked down the shorts he'd chosen over pants and sat down before she could fish the wipes out of her purse.

"Last time. A deal's a deal," she said as she stood in front of him with her fingers hooked under the tail of her blouse.

Doing his best to forget about that depressing fact for the moment, he nodded.

For the last time, she pulled off her top, revealing the incredible Milf tits that filled his dreams and daydreams. To his amazement, she didn't stop there, though.

In the process of unbuttoning her jeans and kicking off her shoes, she said, "I had cum stains on my skirt yesterday."

His heart raced as the denim slid down, revealing a thong. Once she stepped out of her pants, her panties followed. His eyes fixated between her legs with laser focus from the moment the first curly hair appeared above the cloth. A thin triangle of hair pointed down at the smooth-shaven cleft between her legs. As she lifted one foot to step out of her panties, he caught just the slightest glimpse of the pink treasure within.

"We may as well get this out of the way so we can get down to business." She moved closer and lifted one foot to rest it on the cushion next to him.

With a real, live pussy inches away, he drank in every detail. Her pussy lips were bigger and a little more crinkly-looking than most of the girls in porn, but he didn't care in the least as he burned the sight into his memory. After a few seconds, something tickled his nostrils. The scent was musky — somehow a little off-putting and incredibly exciting at the same time.

She leaned over and grabbed his wrist, moving it in front of the object of his obsession. "Well, go ahead. Do you know where my clit is?"

All the porn he'd watched came in handy. He lifted a finger to the apex of her nether lips and pressed it against the little hump there.

"Hmm, I guess you do." Her guiding hand still holding his wrist, she twisted until his palm faced up. She bent two fingers down into his palm, leaving the pointer and middle finger extended. A pull pressed the digits against her folds, and then inside.

She was hot, wet, and velvety smooth inside. His cock throbbed, pumping out pre-cum as he reveled in the feeling of her pussy wrapped around his fingers. Long before he was ready, she pulled his fingers out, and then pushed his hand toward his mouth.

Pussy juice made the digits glisten before his eyes. The smell was much stronger, filling his lungs. Before he could even think about it, he parted his lips and sucked his fingers. The taste was tart and a little bitter — like nothing he'd ever tasted before. He felt light-headed and intoxicated as he savored his first taste of pussy, sucking every last drop from his fingers.

Her foot dropped back to the floor, and her knees followed. Tim finally pulled his fingers from his mouth as she curled her fingers around his shaft.

"Remember. Tell me before this thing goes off," she warned.

"Okay."

Already sitting up, he saw her fingers slip between her legs from the first stroke of her hand. At first, she only teased with the tip of one finger, but shortly thereafter, two fingers flashed back and forth over her clit. She whimpered and squeezed his cock tighter, the skin sliding over the hard core and making him groan.

It all nearly overwhelmed him. She stroked his cock slowly, somehow coordinating that with her flashing fingers. Her tits jiggled even more than the last two times because of how fast she was playing with herself. The speed of the hand jacking him off steadily increased, until it was keeping pace with the one between her legs. He didn't want it to end, and fought the cum surging up for release with every ounce of his will.


Jerk Ch. 02



You should read "Jerk" before reading this, as this picks up exactly where that tale left off.

****

Tim closed the door and turned to see her already pulling off her top, releasing her gorgeous tits. "Same deal as before?"

Part of him wanted to accept the deal immediately, but he hesitated as he walked toward the couch, trying to summon up the courage to ask for more.

She must have sensed what he was thinking, because her eyebrows arched and she put her hands on her hips. Her expression was stern, but the only thing he could think of was how sexy she looked.

"Are you trying to push your luck for more?" she finally asked after a couple more seconds of silence.

Steeling his nerves, he nodded and answered, "Yeah."

She let out a theatrical sigh and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. "Okay, blowjobs instead of handjobs this time. One a day, for three days. Agreed?"

"Deal," he answered, not willing to risk asking for more.

She shrugged as she unbuttoned her jeans. "Oh well. At least I won't have to clean all the cum off my boobs. Why are your pants still on? Take them completely off — and your shirt, too."

Tim quickly whipped his shirt over his head, not wanting to miss any of the show as she pushed down her jeans, and then panties. She was nude by the time he kicked his underwear to the side. Not wasting a moment, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her hand around his cock.

"So, when was the last time you jerked off?"

It just so happened that he'd gone to a friend's house the day before and come home so tired that he'd dropped off to sleep within a few minutes. "Night before last."

"Make sure you warn me before you come. God, you're going to go off like a volcano after saving it for two days."

"I promise," he said, and then gasped when she licked the head of his cock while looking up into his eyes.

She chuckled at his reaction, and gave him another lick. "Better than your hand, huh?"

"Way better."

"You ain't seen nothing, yet."

Tim's head thumped into the back of the couch when she slid her lips down his shaft. Her mouth was like pure hot, wet heaven wrapped around him, and it only got better. She wiggled her tongue along his length as she pulled back to the tip, and then looked up into his eyes while suckling the head.

"Fuck, Ms..." Her name escaped him as an especially strong suck ended with his cockhead popping out of her lips.

She grinned at him and said, "Val, or Valerie. I suppose we should be on a first name basis, since I have your cock in my mouth, Timmy."

"That was incredible, V-valerie."

"As if you have anything to compare it to, but thanks. Now, let's see just how much cum you've managed to save up, Timmy boy."

Tim groaned as she took him in again — fast this time — all the way down to her hand at the root. Her lips slid back to the head, making a brief whooshing sound as the rim almost popped out, and then she plunged back down again.

Fingers digging into the couch cushions, he grunted, groaned, and gasped, fighting with all his might to keep his eyes open so he could watch. Her head bobbed rapidly over his lap, causing her hair to tickle his legs as it bounced from her efforts. Her tits brushed against his legs, adding to the sensation.

It was pretty much inevitable. In less than a minute, his balls tightened and the chilly tingle of impending orgasm shot all through his cock.

"Gonna come," he spit out in a rush.

Valerie pulled back to the head, sucking it hard and tonguing the ridge. Her hand pumped at the bottom of his shaft for a half-dozen strokes, and he was there.

"Gyahh!" he cried out as he erupted in her mouth.

She let out a surprised-sounding moan that vibrated through his cock, setting off yet another powerful spurt of semen.

On and on it went. He just kept coming — a grunt escaping him with every pulse of his cock flooding her mouth with cream. After what felt like an eternity of wonderful agony, he offered up the last few dribbles he had left, went limp, and released a long sigh.

Val let him go with one last slurp. "Good heavens. I have never swallowed that much cum in my life. It was like a super soaker going off. I could feel it hitting the roof of my mouth."

"Didn't... Didn't think it was ever g-gonna stop."

She chuckled. "Me either. It's a good thing you're a virgin, because you could probably get half a dozen girls pregnant at once with a load like that."

Tim felt the couch cushions shift and blinked his eyes open. Still twitching from his orgasm, he grinned as Valerie parted her legs wide on the other side of the couch. Two fingers centered over her clit and began to rub back and forth.

She crooked a finger of her other hand and said, "Come here. Since you decided to up the stakes, you're going to help me out."

It took a lot of effort to sit up, but a naked woman playing with herself only inches away was good incentive. He scooted closer, eyes locked on her pussy.

"Three fingers, like this." She demonstrated.

"Like the Scout salute?" he asked while miming her.

Her fingers paused for a moment, and she laughed. "Oh, if only a Scoutmaster could have heard that. Yes, just like that. Now slide them in my pussy."

A little more scooting brought him deep within the V of her legs, and he pushed his fingers into her hot canal. Her walls squeezed tight around the digits, and she moaned.

"Now fuck me with them," Val demanded, and her fingers moved faster.

Tim pumped his fingers in and out of her, loving how hot and slippery she felt. His sensitive cock throbbed in protest, but he ignored it as best he could.

She reached up to squeeze her right breast and said, "Faster. Come on. Faster."

After a few seconds of trying to comply with that demand, he discovered that turning to face her more directly helped. The wet, squishy sounds of his fingers plunging into her merged with her moans and gasps. She pinched her nipple hard and arched her back.

"That's it, Timmy. Don't you dare stop," Val ordered in a breathless voice, her fingers blurring over her clit and slinging drops of wetness everywhere.

Fighting through, his muscles beginning to burn, Tim thrust his fingers into her with everything he had. She began to arch her back at an ever increasing frequency, and her head lashed back and forth.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck yes!" The last word turned into a loud squeal, and her walls clamped down on his fingers like a vice as she climaxed.

Tim winced and let out a sharp gasp when she suddenly grabbed his wrist, nails digging in. She held his hand tight against her skin with the fingers buried deep, and bucked like crazy. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she rode out the orgasm, ending with a high-pitched cry that trailed off into a squeak.

Her hand trembled as she pushed his away, and continued to quiver even after she released him. Every single part of her body seemed to be twitching in sporadic waves, accompanied by loud pants for breath. Tim brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean of her milky nectar — the taste and scent of her making him feel light-headed.

Eventually, she settled down from the heights and her eyelids fluttered open in time to see him licking the last of her juices from the back of his hand.

"Mmm, I needed that," she moaned. "Like it?"

"Yeah. Your pussy is so tight."

She let out a weak chuckle. "Thanks. Taste good?"

"Oh yeah. I love it."

"Well, so did you." She waved a hand toward her purse and said, "Get my wipes."

He only took his eyes off her long enough to locate the package in her purse, and then handed it over. He went back to drinking in the sight of her in post-orgasmic bliss while she pulled out one of the wipes.

After the first swipe over her pussy, she said, "Why don't you go get me something to drink?"

"Like what?"

"Water. Diet Coke. Anything. I just need a drink."

He nodded. "Okay."

Tim quickly discovered that walking through the apartment with his dick flapping in the wind was an odd sensation. The furthest he'd ever walked naked previously was a couple of steps at most. He grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator and opened it when he reached her.

Valerie took a drink, shivered, and moaned. "God, that's almost as good as the orgasm. I haven't had a regular Coke in years. The diet just isn't the same."

"You don't need to be on a diet," he said as he stood next to the couch, feeling self-conscious and more than a little lost about what to do.

She grinned at him, and it seemed to him that it didn't have as much of a smirking quality as usual. "Believe me, I do — but thanks. Get my panties for me."

It was a little disappointing to watch her pull on her panties, but she surprised him by not going further. She sat up and continued to sip her Coke, occasionally letting out a quiet moan. Not knowing what else to do with himself, he sat down on the opposite end of the couch and admired her body.

"What?" she asked after a minute.

"I... Nothing," he answered, and shrugged.

Val rolled her eyes. "You are so helpless. Okay, time to go."

Tim gathered up his clothes and pulled them on while she dressed. When she slung her purse over her shoulder, she asked, "Same time tomorrow?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

She picked up what was left of her Coke and walked to the door. He followed, not exactly sure why. She reached out for the doorknob, but didn't open it. Instead, she looked back over her shoulder at him.

"You know, you're a nice guy. If you could get over being such a backwards nerd, you could probably get someone to play with that for you without getting punched first."

And with that, she was gone.

****

The doorbell rang on schedule, and Tim pulled it open to find Valerie dressed in a ribbed cotton t-shirt that really showed off her tits and a pair of capri pants. As she walked in, she gave his already rock-hard cock a squeeze and chuckled.

"Ready to go, I see."

"Uhm, yeah," he said, his cheeks warming as he shut the door.

She put down her purse and held her hands out to the side. "What do you think?"

"You look great. You changed your hair."

Valerie's eyebrows arched upward. "Hmm. Guess you are paying attention to more than my tits. Like it?"

"Yeah."

"Well, at least somebody noticed." She snapped her fingers. "Clothes off."

He stripped down, not taking his eyes off her for a moment. His t-shirt, shorts, and underwear took only a few seconds to remove, allowing him to enjoy the show of her undressing.

When Valerie wriggled out of her pants, he saw that she was wearing a pair of lacy, pale yellow panties that were far sexier than anything she'd worn before. Rather than just jerking them down, she turned to face away from him and slowly — sensually — slid them down her legs. Once they were past her knees, she let them pool at her ankles and stepped out of them.

Val swayed her hips back and forth, her sexy bottom moving in the most hypnotic way and making his hard-on throb like mad. Then she turned around to face him and strutted toward the couch.

"So hot," he muttered as she stepped up in front of him at the couch.

"You know what? Come on," she waggled a finger to him. "Let's go to the bedroom." Without waiting for him to rise, she turned and walked toward the hallway. "Don't get any ideas, though. I just want to be comfortable."

A raging hard-on bobbing as he walked was an even more odd feeling than when he'd done it while flaccid the day before. He was right behind her when she stopped at the side of his unmade bed and patted the mattress.

Tim climbed into the bed and lay down just in time to see her pick up one of the many nudie magazines lying on the nightstand next to the bed. His face burned as she flipped through a few pages before putting it back down.

"You haven't been using those, have you? You saved it all up?"

As hard as it was to resist, he knew now how much better it felt when he didn't jerk off before she showed up, so he nodded.

"Good."

Tim's heart raced as a real, live, naked woman climbed into his bed. Of course, he knew it wasn't going to be any different than on the couch, but it was still more exciting, all the same. She reached down behind one knee, pulling up, and he bent his leg in response to the silent prompt. He folded the pillow in half and put it back behind his head as she slowly dropped down onto her hands. She smiled at him, and then darted forward to tickle his balls with her tongue.

He gasped, and his muscles contracting caused his hard-on to lift away from his body at nearly a 45 degree angle. It then came down and slapped against him as her tongue continued to wash over his balls.

His cock lifted to meet her tongue when she moved upward, tracing the thick ridge running up his shaft all the way to the tip. Once there, she teased the bouncing organ with quick, feather-light laps that had him groaning with every breath.

Instead of getting straight down to business, she continued to lick his shaft, making it glisten with her saliva. She curled her tongue around the head sometimes, and others she gave it kisses that bordered on a suck. When a drop of pre-cum welled up, she stood his organ straight up and scooped it up with her tongue while staring deep into his eyes.

"Feel good?" Val asked, her hot breath washing over his cock before she gave it another lick.

"Really good," he answered, the words a half-groan.

She engulfed him in her hot mouth then, but only for a single, slow suck. Once the head slipped free of her lips, she went back to lapping him. He didn't mind in the slightest, because she looked incredible between his legs with her tongue darting everywhere.

After a little while of that, she sucked him again — fast and deep. A pop sounded when the head escaped her lips, and she gave the tip a single, broad-tongued lick before wrapping her lips around him again.

Tim groaned and moaned, his lips lifting toward her hot mouth as she kept teasing. She would suck him for three or four strokes, then pause to tongue his balls. Then she would suck just the tip, rotating her head around it and tickling the slit with her tongue before swallowing him. Slowly but surely, she built up the itch in his cock while he looked down at her in fascination.

"Getting close?" she asked when his groans began to deepen.

"Yeah."

"Give me all that hot cum."

Tim growled and bunched up the sheets in his clenching fists when her lips locked around his cockhead, sucking hard. She bobbed over him with short strokes, keeping his organ pointed straight up and moaning around him.

The incredible headjob did the trick. "Gonna come."

A far louder moan vibrated through his cock, and he was there. The lurch of his hips as he climaxed must have pushed his cock into her throat, because she let out a croak and released him for a moment, semen dribbling from her lower lip onto his shaft. After a sharp intake of breath and a swallow, she took him in again before his second ejaculation could burst forth.

Once again, he pumped a full day's worth of saved up cum into her talented mouth. As before, she didn't waste a single drop, swallowing it all until he had no more to offer.

Tim let out an inarticulate, high-pitched, and thoroughly embarrassing sound as he slipped free of her lips. She giggled and sat up over her knees to squeeze her breasts and moan. "I think that was just as much as yesterday."

Through half-lidded eyes, he watched her snatch up the other pillow from next to his head, and then sink down onto her butt. She reclined, putting the pillow behind her head at the foot of the bed, and snapped her legs wide apart.

"No falling asleep. Time to get over here and help me out again, Timmy," she said while tracing the part of her nether lips with a fingertip.

It was even harder to get up than the day before, because she hadn't given him as much time to recover. When he tried to move close enough to fill her pussy full of his fingers, she shook her head and tugged on his hand, pulling it toward her breasts.

He thought that she wanted him to suck her tits at first, which he had absolutely no problem with. She dissuaded him of that notion when she pushed down on his head, forcing it between her thighs.

"Lick it. Lick my pussy," she demanded.

Already feeling drunk on her womanly perfume, he snaked out his tongue and shuddered from the taste of her — straight from the source for the first time. He lapped her, fascinated by the texture of her folds sliding beneath his tongue, and excited by her moans.

"Mmm, that's good, but you need more than one stroke, Timmy." After a few seconds, she said, "Try drawing the alphabet with your tongue."

Though it felt a little silly, he gave it a shot, tracing the letters A and B. A shudder rippled through her body halfway through the C, and she gasped.

"Oh my. That works better than I thought it would." She chuckled and added, "Keep that up."

The alphabet song ran through his head as he licked it into her sweet pussy, and he looped back to the beginning after reached Z. Valerie's moans and whimpers grew louder, and emerged more frequently with every passing minute. When he hit the end again, he tried numbers instead.

"Oh, that's it. Faster. My clit." She tugged on his head, centering his mouth over the apex of her nether lips.

Though his neck was aching, he homed in on the swollen bud, and in a flash of inspiration, tried to duplicate what she did when she played with herself. He wiggled his tongue back and forth, rolling her clit beneath its protective hood as fast as he could.

Valerie let out a long, broken moan, and tugged on his head until he lifted up ever so slightly. He discovered that he could get his tongue moving even faster with just the tip stroking her, and the way her fingers tightened into his hair certainly seemed to indicate that she liked it.

His tongue slowed as the repetitive motion caused it to stiffen. He switched to an up and down flicking motion, which alleviated his problem, and her squeal at the change in sensation made him grin as he licked her. After only a few seconds of that, her nails dug into his scalp and she ground his face into her pussy.

"Suck it. Suck it. Suck m-my clit!"

Eyes closed and watering a little from her grip, he locked his lips over the top of her pussy, slurping in her hood and closing his lips around it. He'd barely applied suction when she let out an ear-piercing shriek — abruptly cut off by her thighs clamping down around his ears.

Caught in the trap of her legs and clawed fingers, all he could do was ride her bucking hips as she screamed and climaxed. Half the time, he was held so tightly against her that he couldn't manage to catch a breath. After a somewhat frightening minute or so, her legs lost their strength and she sucked in a ragged gasp.

Tim sat up and drew in several quick, deep breaths. Valerie continued to twitch and tremble with both hands covering her pussy. He could feel her juices smeared all over his face cooling in the breeze from the ceiling fan — from the bridge of his nose to the tip of his chin, and far out onto both cheeks.

A full-body lurch ripped through Val and she yelped before going completely limp with a pitiful sounding whimper.

The way she was breathing in loud, rapid puffs frightened him a little. "Are you okay?"

She swallowed, then moaned, "Mmm hmm."

"Do you want something to drink?"

Her eyes still closed, she answered with a weary nod, and then went back to panting for breath.

Tim was more than a little surprised that he was half hard when he stood up. It usually took quite a while for him to get an erection again after coming. The steel had drooped back out of him by the time he returned with a Coke for Valerie.




Jerk Ch. 02



"Thanks. Just sit it over there. I can't get up yet. Whoo!" she said when she saw him return to the bedroom.

He couldn't get over the sight of her lying at the foot of his bed, her face flushed red and sweat beading on her forehead. He couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Was I good?"

She chuckled. "I haven't had an O like that in a while. What you lack in practice, you certainly make up for with enthusiasm."

"I loved it."

She smiled and then a groan escaped her. "Help me up. I need that drink."

He took her offered hand and tugged. Once she was upright, she scooted back against the footboard and pointed at the Coke.

Watching her slake her thirst — naked at the foot of the bed — sent blood pumping between his legs once more. This time, it didn't stop at half mast, and instead rose to full erection. The dull ache running through it was a little uncomfortable, but not enough to distract him from enjoying every moment of watching naked woman that he could.

She noticed the change after a while, and her eyebrows popped up. She shook her head and said, "Every time the wind blows at your age."

Not knowing what else to do, he shrugged, wearing a sheepish grin.

"You're already getting more than our deal, so don't get any bright ideas," she said, and then took another drink.

He had all sorts of bright ideas, but nodded his head in acknowledgment anyway.

"Okay, time to go." She pointed at him and said, "You should probably go wash your face. I made a bit of a mess."

He skipped that suggestion and followed her into the front room to endure the bittersweet ritual of watching her clean up and get dressed. Once she'd straightened her hair a little, she picked up her purse, glanced down at his still naked and erect cock, and said, "Tomorrow, then."

"Tomorrow," he repeated. It was bittersweet to watch her walking out the door, knowing that she would be returning only one last time. Following her advice, he went to take a shower and resisted the urge to masturbate, wanting to make sure he saved every drop of cum possible for her.

****

Valerie slipped in the door right on time. Tim couldn't help but wonder at the way she was dressed. She had on a rather conservative navy blue blouse, and a matching skirt that reached down to only a few inches above her knee. She was wearing black stockings and heels, though. It was sexy, but it just wasn't what he was used to.

She bit her lower lip for a moment, and then said, "Go sit down."

Tim took his usual place on one end of the couch, and pulled of his shirt. When he reached for the button on his shorts, she stopped him.

"Wait. We'll get to that."

"Okay," he responded, a little perplexed.

She walked over to the couch, her heels clicking on the floor, and said, "Not what you were expecting, huh? Just wait."

A crooked grin decorating her face, she started popping open buttons on her blouse. After the third one, he saw that she was wearing a bra for the first time. It was black, lacy, and sheer enough to see hints of her skin beneath. The rest of the buttons were soon unhooked, and she shrugged off her blouse. She held it by one sleeve for a moment, and then let it drop so it fluttered to the floor at her side.

Next, she reached behind her with both hands, and he heard the sound of a zipper sliding down. A little more manipulation caused the top of her skirt to loosen, and he assumed it was a button that she'd opened. Slipping just her thumbs under the material, she slowly pushed the skirt down.

Tim's eyes widened when the retreating cloth revealed a garter belt — black like her bra. Next was a pair of panties that matched the rest of the ensemble, and even more sheer than the bra. He could easily see the outline of her pussy beyond the gauzy barrier. It was when she let the skirt slither down her legs that he sighed in surprised pleasure. Her stockings were thigh-high, and supported by garters.

She stepped out of her skirt, struck a pose with her hip cocked out to the side, and asked, "What do you think?"

"That is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," Tim said with his voice full of both arousal and awe.

Her smile broadened. "Thought you might appreciate it. Scoot over to the middle of the couch."

Tim moved over, and Valerie walked toward him with her hips swaying. She stopped right in front of him and ran her hands down her sides to her garter belt.

"No touching me — or yourself — until I say you can. Let's see how hard you come when you're teased a little first."

He nodded and swallowed hard. His cock was already throbbing like mad and demanding the attention she'd just denied him.

Valerie leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of his head on the back of the couch. She swayed back and forth, her breasts a hypnotizing pendulum right in front of his eyes. She chuckled and suddenly leaned in even closer, rubbing her tits on his face.

A quick push helped her stand up straight again, and she lifted her right foot up onto the couch cushion next to him. Her hips bumped forward in a slow, sinuous motion while she caressed her body with both hands, ending with a tug on her panties that pulled them even tighter against her nether lips.

Breathing hard and deep, it was all Tim could do to keep from reaching down to squeeze his cock. It got even more difficult when she braced a hand against the back of the couch again, and used the handhold to assist her in lifting her other foot up onto the couch.

High heels poking into the cushions, she edged forward until her panty-clad sex was right in his face. He could smell the evidence of her arousal as she circled her hips, sometimes even brushing his nose against her panties.

"Is that cock aching yet?"

"Yeah."

Rather than responding, she instead squatted down and started rubbing her pussy over his chest.

"I think my panties may be getting wet. What do you think?"

He could most certainly feel the warm, damp spot on the cloth as she ground her hips against him. "Feels like it."

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Really sexy."

"You want me to suck that cock for you so bad, don't you?"

"Yes," he answered, though he was actually wishing he could shove it in the pussy she was rubbing against him.

"Not yet."

Valerie sank down to her knees, and Tim groaned as she settled her bottom over his raging erection. His eyes rolled up in his head as she began to dry-hump on him.

"My, so hard." she said, and then let out a little laugh. Val leaned forward, continuing to grind against his hardness while giving him another close-up of her breasts. "Let's see what happens when I do this."

Tim grinned as she reached behind her back, unhooking the clasp of her bra. She slipped the straps down off her shoulders, and then shrugged off the lacy covering to reveal her breasts. To him, the outfit was even sexier with her bare-breasted, but otherwise still covered — if not by much — in black lace.

"I felt that throb," she said as she tossed the bra off to the side. "You really do love my tits, don't you?"

"They're perfect."

Valerie swayed back and forth, sometimes making circles with her hips, and always massaging his cock with her butt. She ran her hands over her body, squeezing her breasts, tweaking the nipples, and slipping fingers beneath the elastic band of her panties. Tim ended up sliding his fingers into the cracks between the couch cushions and grabbing on to resist the urge to squeeze the tits jiggling in front of him.

He wasn't sure whether to be disappointed, relived, or excited when she slipped off his lap, giving him the briefest glance at a darker spot on her panties in an interesting location.

"Driving you crazy, isn't it?"

"Yeah," he answered, still holding on to the couch cushions.

"Bedroom, but you still can't touch yourself. Don't think you can sneak one in, either."

Tim levered up from the couch as she sauntered toward the bedroom — heels clicking on the floor in a distinctive, sexy cadence. She glanced back over her shoulder every other step or so, making sure he continued to follow her order to abstain.

Upon reaching the bed, she turned and waited for him to reach her. Tim breathed a sigh of relief when she reached for the button of his shorts. She took her time popping open the button, and then tugged on the zipper. His erection did most of the work for her, since it was straining to escape from the confines of his shorts anyway.

Valerie rubbed her finger over the damp spot where he'd leaked pre-cum into his briefs, making him groan. She chuckled, and then jerked down his shorts and underwear without further preamble.

While Tim stepped out of his shorts, Val sat down on the bed. She nodded toward the pillow, and he took it as an indication to lie down. As soon as he reclined, she rose up to her knees.

"Hmm... I was going to tease a little more, but you look like you're fit to burst."

Even though he was thoroughly enjoying the show, she was right. "I... It's okay. It's hot."

"A deal's a deal, though," Valerie said before sinking down to the mattress and settling in next to him.

Tim moaned as she wrapped her hand around his neglected cock, and then gave the head a few sloppy licks. Long laps up and down his shaft followed, and then she kissed the tip while looking up into his eyes.

"You behaved and did what I told you, so anything special you want? Want to come all over my face this time?"

"Do you like that?"

"Not really," she answered, and then gave the head of his cock a swirl of her tongue. "Guys seem to get off on it, though."

"No, I really like coming in your mouth."

Valerie slipped her lips down over his cockhead and then let it pop out. "Well, that works for me. So, nothing special?"

He shook his head. "I love the way you suck it."

"Okay then." With that, she took him in her hot mouth, and at the same time, slipped her hand in her panties.

Tim was torn between watching her suck his cock and the vision of her playing with herself. For some reason, he found it even hotter to watch her masturbate with her panties still on. She started out slow, letting him feel her lips caressing every inch of him — almost to the root. She even choked a little on one downstroke, leaving thick strands of spittle decorating his shaft when she released him to swallow.

After the long tease, he felt the first tickles of an impending climax not long after she took him back in her mouth. Her fingers moved faster beneath her panties, and she began to suck harder.

"Give me that hot load, Timmy." She sucked him in deep again and paused when she returned to the tip to add, "Just do it. Fill my mouth full of cum."

Tim stiffened and gasped when she began rapidly bobbing her head over his lap. She was still sucking hard, and the air rushing in from the corners of her mouth at the top of every suck added yet another sensation to the already incredible feeling. As much as he wanted this last blowjob to last, he knew he couldn't hold back for long.

Val moaned around him, her fingers moving fast beneath her panties. He tried to hold back when he felt his balls tighten — but only for a few seconds. She knew what she was doing, and resisting any longer was simply futile.

"About to..." He wasn't able to finish when an especially strong suck caused him to gasp.

Valerie slid her lips back up his shaft to give him a fast, sloppy head-job. Her hand pumped at the bottom of his shaft, squeezing tight. For what felt like an eternity, he teetered on the brink of oblivion.

Then he tumbled over.

Tim roared and his hips lifted up from the bed, pushing his cock deeper. Her stroking hand froze in place, keeping him out of her throat, and she accepted his cum blasting against the roof of her mouth with a long moan.

He came hard and growled from the intensity of the pleasure. She kept sucking, looking up into his eyes with an expression mingling delight and amusement, until he couldn't take it any more.

Valerie released him with a final slurp when he tried to push her away with a weak and trembling hand. Her hand slipped out of her panties, and she caressed his balls with the slippery digits, causing him to suck in a sharp gasp. "Surprised these are still here after that. Good?"

It took Tim several seconds of panting before he could even manage a nod, which drew a brief giggle from her. His eyes closed and he groaned, twitching from the throbbing of his still-sensitive manhood. Feeling the mattress shift, he forced his eyes open to see her popping open the clasps on her garters.

Once the straps dangled next to her shapely legs, Valerie lay back on the bed and pulled off her panties. He gasped and shivered when she cat-crawled over his body and dropped the lacy garment onto his face.

The scent of her made his head swim, and he could feel dampness on his chin.

"Want to see if you remember what you learned yesterday?" she asked while rubbing her wet folds against his chest.

The lethargy of his orgasm evaporated in light of that offer.

She knew the answer before she had even asked the question. As soon as he scooted over enough to make room, she lay back and parted her legs wide. "I know you like my tits. What do you think of my pussy?"

"I love it. I love licking it," he said as he moved into position and lowered his face between her thighs.

"Then don't make me wait."

He had no intention of that whatsoever. Val put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him tight against her sex. He groaned as he got the first tangy taste of her, the sound mingling with her moan.

"That's it, Timmy. Show me how much you like it."

Feeling a great deal more confident than he had the day before, he dived in with gusto. Valerie moaned and whimpered, her body writhing beneath him, though he only noticed it in passing, as he was devoting every ounce of his concentration to his flashing tongue.

"Oh, that's good," she gasped. "You really want to make me come, don't you?"

Tim sucked on her folds, tickling them with his tongue. "Mmm hmm."

"Keep it up."

It wasn't long before her fingers tightened in his hair, and he knew what that meant. Her sharp whimper when he gave her clit a flick of his tongue was simply confirmation.

"Faster. Lick it," she cried out in a breathless, husky voice.

Amazed by how quickly she seemed to be climbing toward a peak, he doubled down. His tongue flicked from side to side, up and down, and in circles, pressing hard over her swollen bud. Her clit rolled under his tongue, and her bottom lifted off the bed.

"God — suck it," she cried out, the tone of her voice pleading.

Tim latched on, sucking hard and wiggling his tongue. Valerie let out a rapid series of whimpers, each one louder and higher-pitched than the last, and then loosed a piercing screech.

He was ready this time, though it didn't help much. Once again, he was in for the ride of his life, clamped tight between her thighs with her fingers fisted in his hair. He tongued her as best he could, causing her already quivering body to shake even more.

Val let out one final scream as she pushed him away. Once again, he sat up with a wide smile on his face, watching her quake as her orgasm subsided. After a few seconds, he slipped out of the bed and into the kitchen.

She smiled at him when he returned to the room with a can of Coke. "Thanks."

"You got there fast," he said as he put the can down on the nightstand.

"Don't get too full of yourself. I warmed myself up pretty good with my fingers." 

Tim's shoulders slumped a little. "Oh, okay."

She shook her head, and then moaned. "It was good though. At least you listen when I tell you what I want. It doesn't matter how hot I am if a guy is just slobbering around down there. Help me up."

Valerie groaned as he tugged on her hand to help her rise. As soon as she sat up against the headboard, he opened the Coke and held it out to her.

"Not bad at thinking for yourself, either," she said as she took the drink.

Tim stood next to the bed, his face still slippery with her juices, not sure what to do. After a few seconds, he located her panties and picked them up. She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture when he held them out, then patted the bed next to her. "Sit down. It's your bed."

Still holding on to the panties, he nervously slid in beside her. She rolled her eyes and took another drink.

"So, have we forgotten about that little incident with my thick-headed son?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah."

She stiffened, let out a sharp moan, and then reached between her legs to rub her folds. "Whoo — I'm still tingling. God, I need to start dating again."

"Why don't you?"

Her eyebrows lifted. "Well, Jason is a bit of a handful, and frankly, my ex left me with a rather poor opinion of men in general."

He realized he'd hit a sore spot. "Sorry."

She shrugged. "It's okay. I'm about as over it as I'm going to get."

Tim did his best not to stare as she sat next to him sipping her Coke, but it was rather difficult. With her inches away, still on full display in sexy lingerie, he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering.

"You can look. May as well get all you can," she said with a little laughter in her voice.

It seemed like sound advice, so he did exactly that. Inevitably, it caused a reaction, and blood started rushing between his legs again.

"Young and full of cum," she said when she noticed his manhood straightening. To his surprise, she reached out and ran her fingertips over him, hastening the process.

Valerie sat her drink down on the nightstand and curled her fingers around his hardening shaft. He swelled even faster and couldn't hold back a moan — hoping against hope for a bonus blowjob. Once he was rock-hard in her hand, she blew out a long, slow breath while she stroked him and muttered, "This is such a bad idea."

"Huh? What?"

"But right now, I don't care."

Tim's heart beat fast in anticipation as she put her hands beneath her and rose up onto her knees. Then she swung one sexy, stocking-clad leg over him and straddled his hips. His eyes shot wide open and his jaw dropped when she reached down and stood his erection straight up. A moment later, a long, high-pitched groan passed his lips as she sank down on him.

The feeling of her pussy sliding down over him was far above and beyond anything he could possibly compare it to. Her walls caressed every centimeter of him — wonderfully warm and slippery. Once her nether lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, she let out a long moan and the wonderful embrace of her canal tightened even more. His cock throbbed hard as he stared in awestruck fascination at it buried balls-deep inside her.

"God, you're hard as a steel bar," she said as she put her hands on her knees and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. "So much for that virginity — huh, Timmy?"

"It feels so good," Tim responded between quick, deep breaths.

She wiggled her hips and moaned. "So do you. God, I needed this. I've been thinking about it all this time, knowing you were a virgin."

"You have?"

Val rocked her hips forward and back, stirring his cock inside her and tugging at the root on the backstroke. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I've been getting myself off thinking about this ever since that first handjob. You've been giving my vibrator a real workout, Timmy."

Not knowing what to say, he could only grin in response before letting his eyes drift back down to her jiggling breasts and her pussy filled with his cock.

"Like that?" she asked as she picked up the pace.

"It's great."

"Not too great, I hope. Tell me if you're getting too close. Don't ruin this for me."

"Okay."




Jerk Ch. 02



With that, she really started riding him. Tim grunted and groaned as she rocked her hips hard. Her right hand left her knee to rub her clit, and a loud whimper escaped her as she threw her head back.

Her voice broken from the effort she was expending, Valerie said, "I don't think I've ever had a cock this hard before. Fuck. Not hurting you, am I?"

"No. I love it," he answered, even though the pull on the root of his cock was uncomfortable. The feeling of being buried inside her and the pleasure he could see in her expression more than made up for it.

"Good thing, because I don't think I'm going to be able to hold back. Want to see me come all over your cock, Timmy?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Then keep that cum in your balls until I get there. It's probably not going to take long."

Val's fingers moved faster over her clit and she rocked back a little farther with the next stroke. Tim clenched his teeth when the unnatural angle caused a twinge of pain, but ignored it. She kept up with the longer strokes, building speed and strength with every passing moment.

A trickle of wetness meandered down the cord separating his family jewels at about the same time as she began to grunt and whimper in growing bliss. "Oh. Oh. Oh, fuck yeah. Please don't come. Please don't come."

Though the first tickles were spreading through the head of his cock buried in her depths, he didn't feel as if he was going to explode any moment. "Are you close?"

"Mmm — so close. Going to come on your cock."

"Yeah, do it."

Any chance of him edging closer to orgasm vanished when she went completely wild. He winced every time her hips slammed back, but he couldn't take his eyes off the sight of her features tightening and her breasts bouncing — sometimes making audible claps due to the ferocity of her undulation atop him.

He endured the onslaught for close to a full minute as her fingers flashed over her clit. Her breaths turned into panting whimpers that increased in frequency until she threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy.

Tim's eyes widened and his muscles clenched when her pussy clamped down on him. For the briefest of moments, a panicked thought that she was going to pinch it off flashed through his mind. Then, she screamed again and her head snapped forward. Fingers slippery with her juices dug into his leg as she lurched from waves of orgasm crashing through her.

He couldn't help but smile as he got his first good look at her coming hard. Her face was bright red. Her eyes were closed tight. A steady stream of whimpers, squeals, and high-pitched grunts tumbled from her lips. Her hands slid forward, and her body followed. Her cheek was hot when it settled against his chest. On a whim, he tentatively wrapped his arms around her.

Valerie let out a contented moan when he embraced her, though it transformed into a sharp gasp before it ended. His cock was still deep inside her, and her walls sporadically clenched around it as the orgasm that gripped her went on and on.

Her voice was weak and somewhat distorted by her cheek pressed against him when she muttered, "Oh wow."

"That was unbelievable," he said.

She moaned, "Mmm hmm," and it was several seconds before she spoke again. "You didn't come?"

"No."

"Good boy," she said, and then followed it with a slow chuckle. Levering up on unsteady arms, she added, "Because I want more."

She didn't waste any time, sitting up over his lap and sliding a hand between her legs at the same time. Another trickle of her juices ran down his scrotum, meandering through the wrinkles. "Think you can keep it from going off long enough for me to come again?"

"I hope so."

Val shivered and closed her eyes for a moment. "Me too."

Tim let out a long, pleasure-filled sigh as she started rocking on his cock again. This time, after a few strokes, she switched to circling her hips, which moved his organ more inside her. His muscles tightened, trying to pull his cock back toward his body.

Valerie's eyes lit up and she said, "Ah, yeah. Do that again."

He gave another squeeze — on purpose this time — and she let out a high-pitched moan.

"Mmm, it feels like it's swelling up twice as big when you do that."

"Do you want me to keep doing it?"

"Mmm hmm. Not all the time, though. Surprise me."

Valerie's breathing picked up, and she squealed the next time he flexed his muscles to make his cock jump inside her. Soon after, she began to gasp as her pleasure mounted. Her hips and fingers returned to the frantic pace she'd adopted just before reaching her peak earlier — but only for a few seconds.

Tim gasped when she started bouncing on his cock.

For the first time, she was truly fucking him, rather than riding him. The feeling of her tight, slippery canal sliding over his shaft turned every indrawn breath into a gasp, which then emerged as a grunt. Her breasts bounced everywhere, and her butt slapped against his legs. Whimpers and moans tumbled from her lips in ever quicker bursts as Tim felt the tingles in his cock intensify.

Valerie drove his butt down into the mattress with every bounce on his cock — her fingers a blur over her clit. Though he was fighting it with every ounce of his will, Tim knew he couldn't possibly hold out much longer. It was only then that he thought about not wearing a condom.

Sucking in a worried gasp, he warned, "I'm getting close."

"Yes, almost there," she cried out.

"No, I'm about to come inside you," he reiterated through clenched teeth, thinking she must have misunderstood him.

"Yes! Yes! Give it to m-m-me!"

He didn't have much choice at that point.

Tim growled and his hips lifted, slamming up into her at the same time as she was coming down on him. The loudest clap yet sounded as their bodies clashed, and that was it. He roared, blasting cum into her depths as she simultaneously shrieked in ecstasy.

Valerie fell forward, continuing to cry out as he pumped every drop he had to offer into her tight embrace. The bedclothes pulled tight between their hands as all four clenched into the sheets. Tim's vision went dark at the edges, and his cock continued to pulse long after he was sure there was nothing coming out. After a weary, but satisfied-sounding whimper, Val's weight settled on him.

They both panted for breath and twitched from the aftershocks for quite some time before she moaned and followed it up with a chuckle. She pushed up with her arms and his softening, sensitive cock slipped from her.

Tim opened his eyes after the moment of shock faded to see tendrils of cum dripping from her pussy down onto his cock. Val looked down and laughed before saying, "Still had quite a bit left for me, didn't you?"

"Uh huh. But what if you—"

She cut him off, guessing what he was going to say. "My tubes are tied. I'm not crazy, Timmy."

Relieved, he let his head drop back onto the mattress and smiled. "That was incredible."

"Mmm — I got off pretty hard too. I need to go tinkle."

Valerie cupped a hand between her legs and slipped out of the bed. Tim turned to watch her sexy butt as she walked out of the room, and then gave in to his eyes wanting to close.

He started when she returned, having almost dozed off. He couldn't help a sigh when he saw her sit down on the bed to pull her panties back on.

"Oh, stop sounding so sad," she said as she stood up.

The sight of her still bare-breasted in her lingerie helped with that. "Okay," he said as he sat up and smiled.

A crooked finger beckoned him and she said, "Come here."

Tim stood on still-weak legs, and she slipped a hand behind his back, pulling him closer. Chills shot all through him as she gave him the briefest of kisses.

"That was fun, Timmy. Not a word about who got your virginity. Right?"

"I won't tell anyone."

She patted his cheek. "Good boy."

"Do you want another drink?" he asked, hoping to encourage her to stay a bit longer.

She saw through the subterfuge. "One for the road — yes. Don't try to make more of this than it is, Tim. It was just sex. Good sex, but just sex."

"I know."

"Go get me that drink, then." She twitched her eyebrows and turned to saunter out of the room with him hot on her clicking heels.

Valerie had already put on her bra and pulled up her skirt when he returned with her Coke. She turned away from him and said, "Put it on the table and zip me up."

Tim pulled up the zipper and hooked the button. While she tugged at her skirt to situate it, he bent and picked up her blouse.

"Thanks," she said when he held it out to her. She finished dressing, slung her purse over her shoulder, and grabbed the Coke. "Time to go, I guess."

"Guess so," he said and offered a half-smile.

"I meant what I said the other day, Tim. You're a nice guy. Problem is, no girl is going to find that out as long as you keep acting so backward." She reached down and gave his flaccid member a bump with her finger. "It would be a shame for a nice cock like this to go to waste."

She smiled at him, turned around, and headed out the door.

****

"The hell?" Tim muttered as he awakened. A bleary-eyed glance at the alarm clock revealed it was 6:30 at the same moment as the doorbell that had awakened him repeated.

"Hang on," he hollered toward the front room when the chime sounded once more. Pulling on a pair of pants, he stomped to the front door and jerked it open just as the doorbell rang again.

After a few seconds of him staring at her, Valerie asked, "So, are you going to invite me in?"

"Yeah." He answered as he stepped aside.

She started toward the couch, and as soon as the door closed, she said, "Well, we both know that there's a better than average chance Jason is going to do something stupid again." She put down her purse and her lips curled into a sultry smile as she walked backwards toward the bedroom. "Why don't we just get things out of the way before that happens this time?"

He caught up with her before she passed the bathroom door.

****

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Jerk Lucks Out with 3 Coeds



Getting images of humiliated girls on TV covered in my cum was beginning to get old. I still had the rush to do it, but I needed to be more creative. 

What I needed to find, in essence, was the largest college gathering where there would be that one girl who needed to let something out, and by meeting me that would mean an orgasm.

There also was a new problem. My ID had been broken, well, at least my fake ID. One of my past conquests got word of this site and found the story I wrote about her. Then she discovered who I was from my contact, who at least had the brains to just give up my fake ID. 

So, I had to come up with a new fake ID. I called my guy and within minutes I was good as gold. The name, ah, I better not use it here, was common enough not to draw suspicion. And I stopped making it seem like I set the girls up, even though that's what it was about.

Big universities often have large pep rallies before a big football game. And from what I've seen, a certain college in Southern California has the best collegiate cheerleaders. I booked a commercial flight to LA and arrived on Thursday night, giving me enough time to find out which of the girls would be my next DVD entry.

Looking through a sports annual, I spotted the three girls I would attempt conquer. I bought myself an alumni polo shirt at the school book store. Using my fake press pass allowed me to get as close to the girls as I needed. Just watching their rehearsal I got the attention of a few girls who were looking my way. Not to pass up a possible group deal I thought it might be worth a try. During a break, I walked up to them and introduced myself, saying I was in town from a out of state TV station that was interested in doing a story on them. My cameraman had yet to arrive, so after they eagerly agreed, I set-up to meet them for a drink after their practice.

This gave me some time to think. With three girls, I could possibly count on at least one to fuck. But if all three agreed to party, that would be the ultimate. I found a cologne sampler in the gift shop and spritzed myself before the clerk could ask me if I was interested in buying the overpriced bottle behind the glass counter.

"No Ingles," I said walking out the store, which puzzled the clerk being that I'm not Hispanic.

The girls were right on time. There was Mary, a blonde hottie, Cheryl, with dark auburn hair and long legs, and Connie, who said she was part Asian, part African-American. She also was a hot piece of ass.

We walked over to a nearby bar. I ordered a pitcher of beer and we sat at a round table. I thought it would be best to come clean for once.

I took the high road, saying my name and that I was truly an alumni of the university (well, I couldn't tell the whole truth), but really just wanted to get to know the hottest girls on campus. 

The girls giggled and looked at each other, then back at me. Connie did the talking.

"We know who you are Jeff (Not my real name, I can't use that here.). You're that guy who fucked Molly a few weeks ago. 

Molly? Who was Molly? Oh, that girl from the football game. How'd they know that?

"We saw the film. Someone from campus knew her and told us about this guy who she hooked up with during the game. We knew who you were when we saw you at practice. Now we just want to see if you're all that she said you were."

I was flattered. No, I was honored, deeply honored that Molly, who was a great lay, was talking about me. I thought she got my fake name, but it sounds like my contact outed me for real. I'd get with him later. Now it looked like I was in for a good time. 

We downed a couple more pitchers (Did I say it was Miller High Life? It was. This was the time for the High Life.) and talked about life, politics, their majors, and finally about sex.

"Well, you girls sure have been adorable tonight. Who's it going to be?"

The High Life had given me a sense of superior boldness.

"What?" they said in unison.

"I thought one of you wanted to fuck me to compare notes with Molly?"

"How about we make it a foursome?" Cheryl said. "Connie, you don't mind, do you?" "I don't mind one bit. What about you Mary?" "That's what I thought we were going to do."

"Jeff, is that OK with you.," Cheryl said.

I was dumbfounded. I didn't know how to say yes any faster so I just blurted it out. We all hopped into my rent-a-car and drove to their apartment near campus. 

Once inside, Cheryl quickly took off her tank top and revealed her full, supple breasts. She shimmed out of her shorts and left her thong on for now.

Mary also got undressed, stripping out of her shorts and bikini panties showing of her waxed pussy. She removed her top, allowing her 36C breasts to spread a little bit on her chest. Connie also removed her clothes. She took off her scoop neckline top off, revealing her breasts with dark areolas and nipples, and she took off her shorts revealing her pussy with its pink inner labia already poking out. Connie wasn't wearing underwear.

They kicked off their shoes and kissed each other and their hands grobed their breasts while I watched in awe. Then Connie looked my way and used her index finger to tell me to come join the party. I didn't have to be asked twice. 

I got off the couch and walked toward the naked trio of coeds. Connie released herself from Mary and Cheryl and started kissing me. I kissed her back, our lips caressing against each other, our mouths opening and our tongues touching. It was getting hot. Connie pulled my shirt up over my head and I took off my pants, standing there in my boxers and black crocs.

My cock got harder as soon as Connie reached down and griped her left hand around the shaft just below the head. I kissed her harder and she pulled me into the other two girls who started placing their hands on my chest and ass as I started fondling Connie's breasts, using my fingers to pinch her nipples.

Mary laid down on the floor and Cheryl straddled her face, positioning her pussy over Mary's mouth. Mary was licking and sucking Cheryl as she rocked and ground her pussy into Mary's face. Connie put my cock in front of Cheryl's lips which opened and accepted it. Cheryl stroked me with her hands as she sucked the first couple inches in an out at a firm and steady rhythm. Connie was still kissing me and we grabbed each other's asses. Connie's ass was soft and firm and hot. 

I was about to cum when Cheryl sensed it and began massaging my balls. I held back for a couple minutes and then let go with a big spurt of cum in Cheryl's mouth. She pulled my cock out just as I spurt another load on her forehead and another to the side of her mouth. Cheryl was moaning loudly as she came in Mary's mouth. Mary fingered herself to an orgasm as she lapped up Cheryl's cum. Connie grabbed my cock again and started pumping it back to life. She led me to the couch and laid down. I grabbed a condom from my wallet and slipped it over my cock which was still leaking cum. Generally I go by the "rhythm method," but only the first time.

I rubbed my glove-covered cock against the outer lips of Connie's pussy and then gently pushed it all the way in. Her pussy was hot and wet and accepted all of it. We continued kissing each other as I was pumping my ass up and down, stroking her pussy with my hard cock. Her breasts were pressed against my chest. I looked over and saw Mary sitting on Cheryl's face who was returning the favor. 

I looked in Connie's eyes as she had a big orgasm, rocking her body in conversations. I held her against me and planted kisses around her neck. I began pumping furiously and was about to cum when she asked me to cum on her stomach. I whipped my cock out and striped off the condom just before a stream of cum shot from my balls through my cock onto her taut stomach. I pumped a couple more loads before I was done. I laid back on top of Connie and we kissed some more before we heard moaning coming from the floor. Mary was cuming on Cheryl's face and Mary was fingering Cheryl's pussy to orgasm.

I got off of Connie and we got onto the floor, all four of us laying together in a sweaty heap.



Jerk Off Buddies



This is an email I sent to a friend who was curious about what I used to do with a jerk off buddy. She had already had one story from me. This is the next story I sent her...

I told you about the guy that I used to jerk off with from time to time. It started off somewhat by accident as we would trade porn back and forth. After a while we stopped trading and would watch them together. The first time we jerked off together was kind of awkward as neither of us had ever done that before and neither of us had ever been naked like that in front of another guy. We weren't sure where to look, if we should keep our eyes on the movie or if we were allowed to take a look at what the other was doing. If we took a look would it mean we were gay or weird...it was kind of a strange feeling and experience.

When we started we would be sitting about as far from each other in the room as we could. Whatever two seats in front of the tv were furthest apart is where we would sit. Over time we started to get more comfortable and would not worry too much about where we were sitting. As we got comfortable we would talk to each other more while watching the movie and jerking. We would make comments about how hard each other was and we would let each other know where we were at on our road to orgasm. This took about 6 or 7mos of meeting a few times a month to get to this comfort level.

Around that time we were always sitting right next to each other on the couch as we watched the movie and jerked off. There was no more uncomfortable separation in the room and we both were comfortable with what was going on. We both knew that what we were doing did not make us gay and did not threaten our sexuality at all as we were both married and both were very active with our wives. This was just something we were both doing on the side that our wives did not know about that was a fun outlet for us.

He was the first one to break the contact barrier. One day we were watching one of our movies and had been jerking for about 20 minutes or so and he asked me if he could feel how hard I was. We were very comfortable with each other at this point so his request didn't bother me at all. I thought it would be cool to let him feel and I told him sure he could if I could do the same. 

I took my hands off my cock and he turned towards me and took hold of the base of my shaft with his hand. We were both using baby oil for lube because baby oil lasts a long time and does not dry out so you can masturbate a long time with out needing to re-lube. My cock was already oiled and so was his hand because that was what he was using on himself. He had his hand wrapped around my cock and he was squeezing me tight. He commented that I was very hard and that I definitely felt thicker than his did. At this point he started to move his hand up my shaft until the top of his hand got to the ridge of my head and he stopped. He then commented that he thought my head was cool and he loved the shape of it. He slid his hand up over my head and then back down my shaft and he pumped my cock a few times and then he stopped.

Now it was my turn to return the favor. I turned towards him now and took hold of his cock the same way he did to mine. It did feel very strange because the only cock I had ever had in my hand and been mine. I was very familiar with the feel of my own cock and the difference in the shape and size of his and my cock felt immediately apparant when I took hold of him. He was about an inch or so longer than me because more of his cock stuck out past the top of my hand when I had my hand around his base but it was thinner. His head was about the same size as his shaft too. Not too much difference between head and shaft which I thought was interesting.

What was the most remarkable about him was the size of his balls. They were then and still are the biggest I have ever seen. They looked like they were about the size of small eggs. At this point I decided that I was not just going to take a quick feel. I decided that I was going to give him a handjob all the way until he came.

I turned more towards him and got on the floor in front of him between his legs. I had my left hand wrapped around his cock and I used my right hand to hold the skin at the base of his cock while I started to slowly stroke up and down his cock. I maintained a good steady pace going from the base of his shaft all the way up over his head and back down again. He had his head tilted back on the couch with his eyes closed and I could definitely tell that his breathing had changed. His balls which had been hanging low when I started had tightened up as tight as they could get. There was no loose skin in his ball sac at all. I had a pretty good idea that I was getting him closer to cumming with each stroke.

I was fascinated by how his balls looked at this point so I continued to use my left hand to work on his cock but I now took my right hand and started to play with his balls. How he was sitting with his legs spread gave me full access to his balls. I cupped my hand around them and his balls filled up my entire hand. I could tell now that I had him on the edge. The heel of my hand was resting against the area between his balls and asshole and I could feel the twitching. Having him on the edge I wanted to keep him there as long as possible.

I changed the way I was pumping his cock so that when I was going up and down his shaft I did not touch his head at all. I kept the strokes just on his shaft. I kept him on the edge for about 10 minutes using his breathing and the feel of his contractions to tell me when he was about to pass the point of no return at which point I would back off. After 10 minutes he told me he really needed to cum and that I needed to get him there. I kept holding his balls and I changed how I was stroking him. The first time my hand passed up over his head he let out an audible groan and said oh yes. He was on his way. I felt his cock swell up in my hand and his breathing quickened and his legs tightened up. His cock exploded. It was an incredible cum shot. The first spurt shot up in the air almost 4ft and came down on my arm. He had 8 big spurts like that with each one being a long ribbon of cum that shot up in the air to come down on my hands and arm and on his stomach and chest. After the 8 spurts he had several more contractions that caused cum to ooze from his head. As he entered that part of his orgasm I had my hand squeezing his shaft squeezing more cum out of his head. As his orgasm subsided his cock started to soften in my hand and his balls started to loosen. I asked him how that felt and he told me it was one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had.

After he recovered, he returned the favor to me. I was so turned on from giving him the handjob and I had been at the excited state for so long that I did not last very long once he started. Took just a few minutes and I was unloading.

It was a great feeling that first time and it became a regular practice for us to jerk each other off when we were watching movies now. A few weeks after we started doing the handjobs for each other I was giving him a handjob. I was kneeling in front of him and was slowly stroking his cock when out of no where the thought of sucking him just popped in to my head. Once I thought it, I didn't hesitate. I had my hand around the base of his cock and I wrapped my mouth around his head and had a cock in my mouth for the very first time. This surprised the hell out of him. He had his head back and eyes closed and when he felt my mouth around his cock he jumped a bit but didn't tell me to stop. He just said that he wondered which of us was going to be the first to try this because he had been thinking about it for some time too.

The story is getting long so I'll just say that I got the job done with that first blow job. Took me about 15 minutes and I was starting to think that I wasn't doing a very good job. I was working on trying to keep a good pace and keep my mouth wrapped around him so I wasn't able to pay much attention to any of his cum signals and I didn't think I was going to get him there....and I was wrong lol....



Jerk Off Interrupted



I was suppose to be going out with friends. It had been a long two weeks cramming for finals. My sophomore year in college was proving to be much more difficult then my freshman. I had barely stuck my head out of the books long enough to eat, let alone relax. So since this was Friday night, some of my gal pals decided I needed a break. But now, about halfway there, I decided I was just to exhausted to go through with it, and turned the car around to head home.

Home meaning my parents home, where I still lived. I know, I know. I was almost 20 years old and still living with my parents. But that was one huge advantage to going to a local college...I was saving a fortune on housing by staying at home as opposed to the dorms at school. Plus mom and dad were great about letting me have my own space and not making me account for my comings and goings and such. And it was a huge house with just the parents, my younger brother, Bob, and me.

Bob was a- what you would call a, ummmm, what would be the polite term, ummmm, oh the hell with it. He was a fucking nerd! Right down to his thick glasses, clothes that went out of style a decade earlier and those horrible pocket protectors full of pencils and pens. And he was skinny as a rail. It was no wonder he had not even had a single date. But, he had a heart of gold and was absolutely brilliant. I had no doubt that he would be the head of his class by far when he graduated later this year.

I pulled into the driveway and saw by the empty garage that mom and dad were still out on the town. It was just now 7:30 and they had not expected me back so early. Super. That would just leave me and the boy-wonder, and he would be so engrossed in whatever book he would be studying, he was always studying that he would be no bother. I could relax and wind down from the stressful week.

I grabbed a towel, a bottle of wine from dad's liquor cabinet, and a glass and headed out to the back porch. I flipped on the hot tub, stripped naked, and settled into the steaming hot water. Privacy was not a concern. The backyard was completely fenced in so no one could see from the outside, and if Bob came out here, I would be completely covered by the water. I poured myself some wine and turned on the built-in stereo system.

This is just what I needed. The wine was warming me on the inside and the hot streams of water were warming me from the outside. By the time I had worked myself through half the bottle of wine, I was starting to feel slightly drunk. That, combined with the way the hot, bubbling water was feeling against my naked skin was starting to make me to feel slightly horny as well. As I leaned my head back, I found my hand sliding down my flat belly and across my clean-shaven pussy. I found myself already wet, and not from the water. As soon as my fingers touched my already erect clit, I felt an electric charge race through my body. This would not take long.

I started to rub my clit hard with three fingers as my other hand moved to my 36c sized breasts. I pinched and massaged a stiff nipple as my other hand worked at a furious pace on my hard clit. After only a moment I could feel my much needed release approaching. I squeezed my tit hard just as my climax hit. I continued rubbing my clit as wave after wave of orgasmic delight crashed over me hard. I started to scream out loud and raised my ass off the seat as I rubbed myself into one, then two more quick orgasms. When I finally regained my senses, I found myself breathing very hard and found I had drenched the area around the tub with all my splashing. I suddenly realized that I had been screaming and hoped no one had heard me.

I quickly climbed out of the tub, dried off, and picked up my clothes. I grabbed the bottle of wine, wrapped myself in the towel, and headed towards my room. I was still horny as hell and I had a huge toy collection just waiting for me to use in my room. I still had not seen Bob, but thought nothing of it. As I mentioned, it was a huge house and it was easy to avoid people. My bare feet made no noise on the lush carpet. As I approached the den, I could see the glow from a television coming from the open doorway. Bob must be taking advantage of the entertainment center in there. As I passed the doorway, I glanced in, and stopped dead in my tracks.

On the screen of the large TV, which was facing the door, were two naked young girls, one with her face buried in the snatch of the other, eating her pussy for all she was worth. I also saw Bob, who was sitting on the couch in front of the TV. From my vantage point, with the couch facing away from me, all I could see of Bob was his head and the top of his shoulders. But it was very obvious, from the motion of his arms, that my baby brother was jacking off to the x-rated movie he was watching. And he was really going at it. I don't know if it was my intoxicated state, my horniness or both, but I suddenly had the urge to sneak into the room and watch my brother stroke his cock.

Just as I stepped into the room, car lights flashed across the den window. Crap, mom and dad were home. We both panicked at the same time. Bob didn't want to get caught yanking his crank to one of dad's naughty movies and I sure as hell did not want to get caught drunk as a skunk. I ran to my room as I heard Bob crashing into things in his haste to get things cleaned up in the den. I just shut my door when I heard the front door open. Feeling safe, I let out a huge breath of air. Hope Bob made it too.

I took a shower in my bathroom to get all the chlorine from the hot tub off me and to relax a bit. I then got out my toy collection and settled into bed anticipating a nice "self help" session. Just as I was about to start, I heard Bob's bedroom door open and then shut across the hallway. I suddenly felt guilty for some odd reason. Here I was, already having had a couple of orgasms, and getting ready for a bunch more, and poor Bob got interrupted before he even had one. That just didn't seem fair. Plus I knew Bob had to be frustrated to begin with, still being a virgin and all. I know this because Bob and I are pretty close and talk about a lot of stuff.

I snuck to my door and opened it quietly. I saw the light under Bob's door go out. I knew he was heading for bed. Again, not sure what got into me (drunk? horny? you pick) but I decided that my brother needed help. I grabbed some needed supplies from my bathroom, threw on a nightshirt, and again went to my door. I shut out my light, opened my door, and snuck into the hallway. I looked down the hall, and seeing no one, moved to Bob's door. I knew that even if mom and dad were still awake, they would be downstairs and at the other end of the house. I quickly opened the door, moved inside, and shut it again.

Bob, who was in bed, sat up and yelled. "Who's there?"

"Ssshhhhh...It's me." I said.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Just lay back down, hush, and I'll explain." He did as asked as I moved to the edge of the bed and knelt down. I placed a small candle on his nightstand and lit it. It bathed the room in a warm glow. I put the rest of the supplies on the floor. As I expected, Bob was wearing a full set of pajamas, complete with button up shirt just like you would expect a nerd to be wearing. I shook my head. Its no wonder the poor boy was still a virgin.

"Listen," I started. "I know that Mom and Dad interrupted you earlier when you were having "fun" in the den." He started to protest and I again hushed him. "Don't worry about how I know, I just do."

He suddenly seemed embarrassed. "It's no big deal, really...everyone does it, even me." This seemed to relax him a bit, but he still seemed confused. "I am going to help you out with your problem, but there are rules you need to follow, ok?"

A light seemed to suddenly come on inside his head that said he knew that he was in for something very rare and exciting here, even if he still did not know what. He simply shook his head 'yes.'

"Ok, rule #1, reach above you and grab the rails of your headboard with both hands. And no matter what happens, you are NOT allowed to let go." Slowly, he reached above his head and grabbed the rails.

"Rule #2, no matter what happens in the next few moments, this is OUR secret, and ours only...understand?" He again shook his head.

I reached out and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled each half to the side, exposing his skinny chest. No hair yet. I expected that. I then reached down and started to unsnap the top button of his pants. He moved his hands from the rail and started to stop me.

"What did I tell you about your hands?" I said in a stern voice. He instantly put them back on the rails. "Just relax and trust me." I told him.

I finished unbuttoning his pants and then pulled them down past his thighs. His now exposed cock was right in front of me. As expected, not much hair here either, but he did appear to be a little thicker then I expected. I reached underneath and held it in the palm of my hand. He jumped slightly at the feel of my warm hand on his dick. I reached down and picked up the bottle of lotion I had brought with me. I poured some along the length of his shaft. I then started to rub the lotion in with my other hand, rubbing along the length.

He started to grow in my hand, and grow and GROW. My God, I didn't think he would ever stop! I poured more lotion on and continued to rub it in until he reached his full length. He was absolutely huge!

"My God Bob....if the girls in school knew about this monster of yours, they would be all over you!" He smiled at this and settled his head back into his pillow, starting to relax enough to actually enjoy what was going on.

I cupped my hand around the top of his shaft and started to slowly work my hand up and down. My other hand moved to his balls and I cupped them as I settled into a nice slow stroking movement. He started to groan softly as I applied slight pressure to his shaft as I stroked. I couldn't get over the size of him. Had to be at least 10 inches.

I started twisting my hand as it moved up and down his beautiful cock. He was starting to moan a little louder now and he started thrusting his hips up in time with my strokes. I poured some lotion on his balls and massaged it in with my other hand as my stroking began a quicker pace.

I was getting very horny myself. I could feel my pussy getting very wet. It was all I could do to resist jumping on top of him and ramming this huge prick deep inside me. But that was not the intention of this session, and I was not willing to take that step with my own brother. At least not yet!

His breathing was starting to come much quicker now and he was really bucking hard against my hand. I knew he didn't have long to go. I released his balls and reached down to the floor. I picked up a small vibrator and flipped it on. I then placed it just above his balls and against the base of his cock. I started to stroke him very hard and very quick, running the entire length of his shaft.

He moaned loudly, closed his eyes, and threw his head back. I knew this was hit. I felt his shaft harden even more and then felt the cum rising through his long cock. The first stream shot high into the air and landed on his bare chest. A second and then a third shot into the air. Several, more smaller streams oozed out of the head and onto my hands. I squeezed the shaft hard and milked out the remaining cum. By the time I was done, his chest, pelvic area, and my hands were covered with hot cum. While he still had his eyes closed, I raised a finger to my mouth, and tasted a small sample. I loved it!

I released his cock and it landed with a flop on his stomach. Bob then opened his eyes and looked down first at his still erect cock and then at me. I reached down and grabbed a warm washcloth and washed off my hands. I then took another and started to lovingly clean his chest off. I then took my brother's slowly shrinking cock and started to clean it with the warm cloth, sending further jolts of pleasure through him. After I cleaned him up, I pulled his pants back up and buttoned his shirt.

I picked up my things, blew out my candle, and then leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. As I was exiting the room, I looked back and a completely shocked and satisfied brother. "Oh, Bob...you can let go of the rail now." I chuckled as I walked back to my room to take care of MY problem now!



Jerk



It was a losing battle.

The excitement and the pressure of all the cum he'd stored up by not getting himself off was too much. He gave in to the inevitable.

"Gonna come."

She barely had time to point his cock down before he erupted. He grunted loud and long as his semen blasted from the swollen tip with fire hose intensity. It felt more like peeing than coming as he sprayed her bouncing breasts. A second and third blast almost as powerful as the first followed, and he growled every time he pulsed, letting loose all the saved-up cum.

A few weaker squirts followed, and then a long dribble that dripped from her knuckles as she stopped moving her hand and let him go.

"Didn't waste it in a sock this time, did you?" she said, and then laughed while looking down at her cum-covered chest.

It was bittersweet to watch her clean up not only his cum, but her pussy-slick fingers by sucking them between her smiling lips. Fighting the lethargy of the most amazing orgasm of his life, he watched every moment until she finally sat down the last wet wipe and stood up.

She looked at her panties on the table for a moment, then closed her eyes and groaned. His brow furrowed when she didn't reach for her panties, but instead sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Then his eyes shot wide open when she bent one knee, tucking her foot between the cushion and the back of the couch. The other foot rested on the floor, spreading her legs and her pussy wide open for his eager eyes.

Three fingers plunged into her pussy, while two more centered over her clit and circled.

Every ounce of weariness he'd felt evaporated in an instant as she masturbated in full view. She writhed on the cushions, her hair whipping as her head lashed back and forth from the pleasure she was giving herself. He could actually hear her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, testifying to how wet it was.

Moans, whimpers and squeals accompanied the ever quicker dance of her fingers. First her face, then her neck, and finally her chest flushed red. Her cries grew louder, until her body stiffened and a moan caught in her throat as a croak. Her mouth hung open. Her jaw trembled. Her toes curled.

She came with a loud wail and a full-body lurch that snapped her legs tight around her hands. After trembling for long seconds in beautiful agony, she gasped and went limp.

It was nothing like the sort of orgasms he'd seen women supposedly have in porn flicks. He'd just watched a woman truly come — lose complete control of her body in ecstasy — no more than a foot away, on the opposite end of his couch, in his tiny apartment. Her damp pussy lips twitched from the contraction of muscles deep inside her. She panted for breath, breasts heaving as she tried to fill starved lungs with air.

"I know I'm going to regret that, but I couldn't wait. Ohh, why does it turn me on so much knowing you're a virgin?"

"That was... Wow."

She let out a weak chuckle and finally opened her eyes. Seeing him staring at her with something akin to worship, she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

When she spun on the couch to put her feet on the floor, his heart sank. Even though he knew he'd be able to see, hear, smell, and taste these last three days in his mind's eye until his dying day, it was back to porn and jerking off as soon as she walked out the door.

Determined not to miss a moment, he watched her clean off her pussy and fingers with a wipe. Then she picked up her panties and straightened them until she was holding them by the waistband. She looked down at him and said, "You know that if you ever tell anybody about this, I'll deny it. Your own mother would never believe you anyway."

"I won't say anything."

She looked at him for another second, then offered a crooked half-grin. Letting go of one side of her panties, she held them between two fingers and dropped them in his lap.

A couple of minutes later she was dressed — sans panties — and out the door. Not long after that, he was pumping what little cum he had left into a sock while breathing deep of the faint womanly scent that clung to the lacy thong.

The black eye had been well worth it.

****

Tim had chosen to walk out of the coffee shop just in time. He stayed close to the wall and tried to be invisible as Jason walked down the street toward the shop, bellowing with laughter at something one of his friends had said.

A glance over his shoulder suggested that none of the group had noticed him, so he slowed. He couldn't help but think about the month before, and what had happened after the encounter in almost this exact spot. The memories flashed through his head and the corners of his mouth turned up into a faint smile.

"What are you looking at, you motherfucking nerd?"

He knew better. He tried with all his might, even clenching his teeth and pinching his lips tightly together.

He couldn't help it.

The stifled chuckle at Jason's unknowingly appropriate insult shook his body, and on the bully came.

Once again nursing a black eye at home shortly thereafter, he answered the door to see Jason's mother standing with her hands on her hips.

"You know, I think you're doing this on purpose at this point."

Despite her stern pose, she had a smile on her face as she swept past him and inside.

****

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Jerked Between Her Legs



I was just a freshman in High School when I received my first foot-job, 1976 to be exact. I was always into women's feet and legs for as long as I could remember. I fantasized about them often until that wonderful night during my freshman year when my fantasy finally was turned into reality.

One of the reasons I enjoyed attending the High School Basketball and Football games was because I enjoyed watching the Cheerleaders, especially the ones with long beautiful legs. The second reason was so I could proudly watch my older brother Vince play. At the time, Vince was a senior and a three-sport letterman in Baseball, Basketball, and Football. He also received Baseball and Football scholarship offers from several Universities requesting that he pitch for their baseball team or play Quarterback for their football team. Needless to say Vince was extremely popular and of course because I was his little brother the coaches and the town were expecting similar results from me. I told myself it did not matter but the pressure to produce always seemed to be there, and because my brother set the bar so high. I guess looking back I probably despised him for that just a little bit. Vince was cool about it and would tell me to relax and just be myself…but that's another story. 

Because Vince was so popular he went through girls as often as I went through tubes of Clearasil, which sad to say at that time in my life I went through a lot of Clearasil. In regards to my brothers dating habits, the one thing that I was always curious about though was why he never dated any of the Cheerleaders. I knew that the crowd he hung out with at that time was not the typical preppy jocks. In fact it was the opposite. All the girls he dated were heavy metal looking types with frizzed out hair and leather (The fashionable look at that time). I knew he smoked weed and drank a lot. I think everyone knew but because he was so good at sports the school and the community as a whole overlooked it. Suffice it to say my brother was not the best role model for the younger kids of the town. Regardless, Vince's girlfriends were always good looking. I remember asking him once why he never dated cheerleaders. His reply was that they were too "Prep" for him. Looking back I guess what he meant was he did not have anything in common with them. I thought he was crazy because our cheerleaders were great looking and all had fantastic looking legs. 

Shortly thereafter was when I saw Karla. She was a transfer student and a cheerleader. Wow!! Talk about beautiful, and she had the longest most gorgeous legs I had ever seen. I could not take my eyes off them during the games. Not only was she the best looking cheerleader but she was also the best cheerleader. After the games I found myself fantasizing about her legs. I guess it did not take long for my brother to notice her as well and much to my surprise he began to date her. After I got to know her I realized why. She hung out with the same crowd Vince did and they had a lot in common. What a pair they made. As time went on she spent more time at our place. Often she would have dinner with the family and even attend family outings with us. As I got to know Kara she was really cool and I could tell Vince cared about her a lot; the way he looked at her, spoke volumes. 

Vince decided to have a Keg party while our parents were away for the weekend. That Friday night he invited all his friends over to the house. The party was crazy, as hard rock music cut through the thick sweet smelling fog of weed. I got to meet most of his friends and they were cool. I did not smoke grass and knew if I did Vince would kill me, but I caught a really good contact buzz from all the smoke in the room and all the beer I could handle. I sat on the couch most of the time experiencing a new appreciation for the sounds of rock music. I found myself staring at Kara's legs most of the night. She was wearing a pair of faded cut-off jean. The shorts were full of holes and frayed around the legs. The faded color accentuated the golden bronze tan of her skin. 

It was probably from breathing in all the pot smoke in the air that caused me to become less cognizant of my staring at her across the room. Before I realized it she was standing above me smiling down and asked, "You doing okay tonight?" 

Shocked and still staring at her long legs I said, "Oh yes, I feel great." I could not believe I was not able to take my eyes off her legs! I was stuck, frozen and could not move. 

Kara laughed, and reached down with her hand saying, "Come on, dance with me. I love this song." 

I took hold of her hand letting her lead me to the center of the room. We slowed danced, our bodies pressed tightly together. The music playing over the stereo was "Stairway to Heaven". As the song progressed Kara began to sway her hips into my groin. I felt myself becoming slowly aroused. Kara slid her hands down placing them on my hips, hooking her fingers into my belt loops she pulled my hips in unison to her swaying hips grinding her upper thigh harder against my swelling cock. She had to have felt my cock pressing against her smooth thigh as she lifted her head from my shoulder and stared into my eyes smiling "Doesn't this feel nice?" 

I gulped, "yes it does."

The song picked up faster and so did Kara as she pulled me harder against her. I was at full mast my cock bursting for release inside my tight jeans. Kara rested her head on my shoulder pressing her lips against my neck she moaned, "I really love this song." 

When the song ended Kara pulled away staring down between my legs. She then looked back up at me and smiled, "I see you really, enjoyed the song." 

I quickly made my way back to the couch and took a seat. I watched as Kara walked out onto the back patio to where the keg was. I was excited and happy, Wow! I danced with the sexiest girl in school. Then I got scared, Wow! I just danced with my brother's girlfriend and got a serious hard-on doing it!! He is going to kill me!! Then it dawned on me, where the hell was Vince? It has been a while since I last saw him. Kara returned with two huge plastic cups full of beer. She sat down next to me handing me one of them. 

"Have you seen my brother?" I asked.

"Yes, He is crashed out in your parent's bed. He started drinking early. I guess he is partied out." She laughed.

I looked at the clock on the wall and it was two in the morning. I could not believe how late it was. Most of the partiers were gone or crashed out in one of the rooms. One couple remained dancing. Kara pulled the Frisbee out from underneath the couch shaking it around to separate the seeds from the bud and rolled a joint. She fired it up and after several long draws she handed it to me. I declined. 

She coughed, "C'mon! Share this one with me. I will not say a word to Vince it will be our secret." I took a small toke and held it in. We shared the joint and I found myself relaxing even more. 

I asked Kara not to say anything to Vince about our dance. She laughed and said, "You mean about you getting a hard-on." 

Upon hearing her say this to me in the middle of inhaling, I coughed out a big puff of smoke. Kara laughed even louder. I joined in her laughter as well saying, "Yes about my hard-on."

Kara then said, "Don't worry, every guy I dance with gets hard…I like it and it makes me feel sexy." Her straight-forwardness must have left a comical slack jawed look on my face because she stared at me and then began to laugh. 

The couple that was dancing had stopped and began to gather their things to leave. On their way out they said their goodbyes, commented on how good the party was and left.

Kara and I were left alone on the couch. Upon seeing them leave Kara sighed and took off her tennis shoes saying, "What a party huh? My feet are killing me." I watched as she kicked her shoes to the side and brought her knees up to her chest resting her feet on the couch. She began to massage her toes and feet. I watched and could not believe how long her legs were. With her legs tucked into her chest her knees extended all the way up to her chin. Kara was all legs. I could not take it anymore as I began to feel the excitement stir in my loins, "Well, it is getting late I better crash out."

Kara pouted saying, "Oh please stay up a while longer and talk with me. I am still buzzing from that last joint, at least finish your beer." 

I agreed and told her I would stay just a while longer.

She smiled saying thanks and leaned back against the armrest of the couch stretching out her long legs placing them across my lap. "Can you please massage my feet, they are so tired."

I looked down into my lap and could not believe what I saw and felt. Her calves rested across my groin area. My cock began to grow instantly. 

I reached over grabbing her feet in my hands and began to rub them. Her feet were warm and slightly sweaty. My hands were shaking, not so much out of nervousness but out of excitement. Kara began to flex her toes and ankles as I massaged them. I could feel the muscles in her shapely calves tighten and flex against the hard-on in my jeans. Kara threw her head back and moaned, "Ooooh that feels so good." After a few minutes of this Kara leaned forward and began to slightly raise her calves up and down against my hard-on. I could not help but respond with a little groan. Sarah smiled, "You like that?" I groaned again saying, "Yes." 

She continued to rub her legs against my throbbing trapped member and said, " I have noticed how you keep staring at my legs. I think they are my best attribute. What do you think?"

I was really getting hot now and said, "Yes, they are very beautiful."

She giggled and leaned forward placing her feet in my lap. She began to probe her toes against my trapped cock, both her big toes concentrating on the head. Kara obviously knew where the sensitive area of a guys cock is. She then kissed me on the cheek saying, "Take your clothes off I want to jerk you off and feel your heat."

I said, "My God I would love too but my brother would kick my ass." 

Kara said, "He would never know, he is passed out. Besides its not like we would be fucking or anything…it's just having a good time. Don't you want to feel your cock against my legs and feet…Mmmmmm, I know I want to feel it."

I did not say anything for a few seconds but instead watched Kara's red painted toes probing and massaging the bulge in my jeans. I looked back up at her and she was smiling, raising her eyebrows in a (well, what do you say type look.)

That look she gave me was all it took I immediately jumped up and began to strip. Upon seeing this Kara laughed, "You really want it bad, hurry up and sit back down, I will be right back." She got up and ran into the bathroom. 

That was the fastest I had ever stripped down. I had all my clothes off in seconds and was sitting back on the couch naked. I could hear Kara in the bathroom rummaging through the cabinet. I looked down at my crotch. My cock was a raging hard-on. I reached over and took another swig of beer. 

Kara returned with a bottle of baby oil and took her place back on the couch next to me. She sat up resting her back against the armrest of the couch and brought her legs up placing her feet on either side of my cock. She began to squeeze the baby oil onto the tops of her feet and her legs, ensuring the oil covered her legs completely from the knees down. The oil created a shiny glow against her bronze skin. Seeing my cock standing rigid between her beautiful feet made me feel like I wanted to explode. I watched Kara while she slowly continued to rub and massage the oil into her calves. She smiled at me knowing that she was driving me crazy. 

I felt my breathing begin to pick up and finally she said, Okay your turn know."

She scooted in closer to me keeping my cock between the soft insteps of her feet. She squirted some oil into her right hand and began to apply it to my member, slowly stroking it from base to tip. Feeling this I released a gasp of air feeling my body begin to shake uncontrollably. As she continued to stroke me she rested the side of her head on my right shoulder. Her knees bent, rested against my chest. Feeling the smoothness of her legs against my abdomen and chest excited me further. Her knees pressed against my throat just under my chin. 

Kara coooed and made soft sounds as she stroked me saying, "Mmmmm, you feel so hot in my hand. I can feel your heart racing. Relax for me." I watched as she then clamped her toes around my shaft gripping and relaxing it while she jerked the sensitive head of my cock between her fingers. Feeling her do this I began to thrust my hips up uncontrollably with each jerk of her fingers. I wrapped my arms around her long legs squeezing them into my chest gasping, "Oh God, oh God, oh God." 

Seeing this uncontrolled reaction she evoked from me Kara giggled, "That's it hold on tight. I can feel your cock throbbing between my toes and fingers. It's twitching like crazy. Just relax and let it go." 

As Kara picked up the pace, I could not take anymore. I leaned my head forward and kissed the top of her smooth knees and began to grunt with each of her strokes and finally groaned that I was Cumming. 

I watched the final moments as Kara ensured her slender fingers concentrated on the tip of my cock. Her thumb squeezed into the sensitive underside of the head. She said, "I love doing this. Cum for me now." I buried my face between her knees and released a long moan as my cum shot out. Upon seeing my load release Kara responded with, "Ohhhh that was a good one and so much of it." Again I felt another load Cumming and threw my hips up feeling it release from me. Kara said, "Mmmmm, that's it let it all out." I continued to groan and threw my head back releasing my cum in slow shuddering bursts." 

I then blew out a long sigh as I felt the muscles in my body relax. I looked in astonishment at the results. My Cum was splattered in thick puddles on top of Kara's toes, feet and ankles. Globs of it ran down across her fingers. Kara said, "Wow that was a lot and you came so quickly. I was hoping to play with it longer." 

That's when I told her I never had a girl touch me like she just did and that I was still a virgin. Kara said she figured as much and that she still wanted to play. She then smiled and proceeded to get me hard again. I watched as she rubbed my sticky cum into her skin and then lowered her legs down sandwiching my cock between her calves. She slowly stroked my shriveled manhood between her calves. She said, "I bet you get hard in no time. Concentrate on what I am doing to you, your cock between my legs and growing hard." Having said that Kara reached over and grasped the head of my dick between the fingers of her left hand and began to rub it up and down. I threw my head back saying, "Oh my God Kara, I don't think I can cum again. Its too much." 

Kara giggled saying, "Give it some time and think about what I am doing to you." I watched as she continued to fondle and play with the head of my cock that was barely peaking out between her tightly clenched calves. After several minutes of this I could feel that familiar stirring in my loins again. My cock began to slowly grow between her calves. Seeing this Kara exclaimed, "That's it. Mmmmm, see I knew you could do it. This is what you have been waiting for. I love the smell of your cum." Kara was right, I have been waiting to feel my cock between a beautiful pair of legs for a long time and she knew it. 

I said, "Oh yes, your legs feel so good. Keep doing it to me, don't stop." I watched her fingers continue to rub my swelling head as my shaft continued to extend and come to life between her calves. 

Kara said, "I am not going to stop until you explode again. I want to feel your nuts swell." Having said that she reached under her right calf with her other hand and I felt her fingers delve into my nut sack as she began to fondle my nuts. "Tell me if I hurt you. I promise to be gentle." She laughed, "I am just stirring the pot a little." 

I looked at Kara and could see she had a wicked streak in her. She was obviously having a good time. Kara raised her head brushing her blonde hair from her face and smiled at me giggling, "You should see the expression on your face…absolute sexual bliss." She placed her left hand on my chest, "I can feel your heart beating fast, and your nuts are swollen hard in my fingers." 

She looked back down at my cock sandwiched between her legs and began to pump my cock in full measure with her calves. As she did this I felt the fingertips of her right hand firmly grip my nut sack and pull out then relax and re-grip and pull out again in unison to her stroking calves. 

My cock was at full length and feeling all this I began to pump my hips up and down. "Oh God that feels so good. Your legs are magnificent," I said.

Kara relentlessly continued to pump my shaft and tug on my cum filled nuts. After a while I watched as a clear drop of my precum began to eeek out of the hole at the tip of my cock. Kara saw this as well saying, "Mmmm, that's it keep it coming it won't be long now." She lifted up her left calf holding it above the head she slowly lowered it onto the tip and gently ever so slowly rubbed it across the head smearing my precum along her shapely calf muscle. The sensation caused me to shiver even more with excitement. Kara smiled saying, "I love feeling you shake like that."

Kara lowered her leg and continued to pump me faster. I could feel that Kara's entire palm was filled with my tight nuts as she continued to pull on them then re-grip and pull again. After several more tugs on my nuts it was all I could handle as I felt goose bumps run down my legs and all the muscles in my body lock up.

Kara saw this reaction in me and I felt her powerful legs squeeze my shaft harder, "Your cock is throbbing, cum all over my legs. Cum for me." I looked at Kara smiling back at me and saw her long toned thigh muscles flexing as she pumped me, I threw my head back and with a long groan released my load. I closed my eyes seeing colors flash across the darkness. My head spinning, hearing Kara's voice as she laughed, "Oh that looks so good. All of it on my legs so thick and white." I kept my eyes closed through the entire orgasm enjoying the sensation of her smooth legs as she continued to milk me dry. 

When I finally relaxed I opened my eyes to see all my juices milked onto her shins and running down the side of her calves. I looked at Kara as she reached up with both her hands brushing back her hair from her face. Then she looked at me smiling saying, "Whew! That is so beautiful. I love what my legs can do to a guy. Don't you?" I threw my head back against the couch saying, "Oh God yes I do, I do. They are beautiful." We both laughed and then she said, "I bet you could use another drink, I know I can." I watched as she rubbed my spent seed into her legs and got up to get us another beer. She looked so fine walking away and she must have felt my eyes upon her as she turned to me and said, "Any time you want to do this again just let me know. My legs never get tired."



Jerking Buddies



AUTHOR'S DISCLAIMER: All participants depicted were over 18 at the time of the story.

*

My hands tapped anxiously on the steering wheel as I pulled off the interstate. I had met Ryan through a masturbating site a few days earlier. I had originally hoped to find a girl to hook up with (or at least fool around with), but alas, it was almost entirely guys on there. Luckily, Ryan and I had come across each other and both talked about how we hadn't been laid in months. He lived an hour away, his parents were gone for the weekend, so I suggested we get together and watch porn. He instantly concurred and gave me his address.

I was a bit nervous, unsure of what to expect. I had only masturbated once before with another guy, my cousin when we were younger, and even then it had only been once. We hadn't really talked about it, just kind of skirting around the subject. From the way he had talked, he seemed at least open to the idea, but I couldn't be completely sure.

I had brought the few porn movies I owned; one that I had taped off of HBO, another that I had bought in a porn shop a few days after my eighteenth birthday, and a third that I was borrowing from a friend. Ryan had said he had a few Hustler DVD's, so I figured we were set.

With some difficulty, I finally arrived at the address. I knocked on the door and waited. After a few moments, Ryan opened the door and invited me in. He was shorter than me, maybe 5' 9" compared to my 6' 1", but he was leaner than me, his muscles more well defined. He was wearing cargo shorts and a white undershirt. He showed me around his house and we finally sat down on the couch in the living room, the middle cushion empty between us. After a few awkward moments of silence, he suggested we start watching some porn.

We started with one of his DVD's. It was pretty good, got me nice and hard. We made small chit-chat about the movie, how hot the chick was, how big her tits were, etc. He was stroking his dick through his shorts and I could see a pretty sizeable bulge there. He caught me eyeing him, but didn't say anything. His eyes went down to my crotch, where my own hard-on was pressing against me jeans.

"Man, I can't believe I'm so hard already," Ryan said. "It usually takes me a few minutes to get warmed up."

I suggested that maybe that we hadn't been laid in so long it wouldn't take as much to get us aroused. 

"I just didn't want you to think I was getting turned on by you, or something," Ryan murmured. "I figured you'd kick my ass because you thought I was coming on to you."

I laughed. "Nah, it's cool. I'm hard as a rock too."

"Really?" Ryan leaned over and looked closely, pretending he hadn't glanced at it earlier. I adjusted my hips up to put maximum pressure on my jeans, making the bulge as big as possible. He kept his eyes focused on it for a good minute or two, during which I absent-mindedly rubbed my cock. Ryan did the same.

As the first scene ended, Ryan was now looking down at my crotch every few seconds, almost more than he was looking at the TV. I could tell he wanted to start stroking but was too shy to do so. In an uncharacteristically bold move on my part (I'm normally pretty reserved), I said, "Well dude, I need to get off."

The words hung in the air, unanswered for a moment. "Yeah, me too," he finally replied. He slid his hand into his shorts and began to awkwardly stroke his dick, not even unbuttoning his shorts first.

"Well you can do it that way, but I'm gonna do mine out in the open." I stood up and took off my shirt. Without a moment's hesitation, Ryan stood up and did the same. We stood there, looking at each other shirtless. My boldness suddenly evaporated as I waited for Ryan to pull his shorts off. "Well are you going to do it?" I asked.

"You first."

I paused. "How about at the same time?" I offered.

He considered for a moment. "Alright."

"On three. One, two, three."

We both dropped them at the same time and immediately stared at one another's cocks. His looked about the same length as mine, maybe a hair shorter, but definitely thicker. His balls hung low and were surprisingly big, but then again, so was his dick. We didn't say anything and just sat back down on the couch and began stroking. The TV might as well have been blank, because we were watching each other. A minute later, Ryan leaned over the side of the couch and pulled out a bottle of oil. He poured some out on his dick and rubbed it in. He asked if I wanted any. I said I did.

Now it was Ryan's turn to be bold. He leaned over and squirted it on to my dick and then, without even asking, he gripped my cock firmly and stroked me, spreading out the oil nice and evenly. Once he was satisfied that it was on evenly, he gave my dick one final, slow, and agonizingly pleasurable jerk and let go. He went back to stroking his own dick, while I tried to catch up with what the hell just happened. Not to be outdone, I said, "You missed a spot." I began stroking his dick, not even bothering with the pretense that I was spreading lube on it.

He scooted over on the couch, the sides of our asses and legs touching now. He began stroking my dick while I jerked his. It was incredible. When I had done it with my cousin, we were both new to masturbating and didn't have very good technique, but this time was so much different. We were both experienced, we both new what to do. He gave a better handjob than the 40-something woman I would hook up with a few years later. It was epic.

I started to notice that his dick was getting a bit softer. I assumed it was because he was focused on me and I wasn't doing a very good job, but it was so hard to concentrate with him jerking me off. Eventually I just relaxed my arm and twisted my lower body to give him better access. He kept on, gripping my cock with just the right firmness, moving at just the right speed. After only a few minutes, I came. My cock exploded, shooting a huge spurt of cum up arm, all the way to his bicep. Most of my cum wound up on his hand and arm, but he didn't seem to mind. After I caught my breath, Ryan stood up to get a towel. His flaccid, but still sizable dick hung down, and I saw that his stomach and groin were covered in cum. Confused, I looked at the hand I'd been stroking him with, and it, too, was covered in cum. I'd been so into Ryan's jacking me off, that I didn't even noticed he'd cum!

After we cleaned ourselves up, we went into the kitchen and got some lunch. There was something really erotic about going about things casually, even though we had just jerked each other off and were still completely nude.

We eventually went back into the living and resumed our activities. We wound up jerking each other three or four more times, each time getting a bit more adventurous and trying different positions, holding our cocks together and rubbing them, playing with each other's balls, etc. Later in the day, after we had once again recuperated and were watching porn, Ryan asked me if it would freak me out for him to give me head. I said that I wasn't really interested in giving him head (it seemed like a step too far for me), but I told him he was free to suck mine if he wanted to. I figured he would say forget it, but to my surprise, he immediately leaned over and began sucking me off.

He was actually pretty good at it, good enough that I wondered later if he'd ever done it before. Regardless, he licked and sucked my cock, hitting the right spots at the right times. His hands cradled my balls, massaging them gently. He couldn't take my dick in very far, but he definitely made the most of what he could do. I stroked his dick with one free hand while he blew me. It didn't take long before I had to cum again, and though I figured I had already cum so much that day that there wasn't much left, I still gave him the courtesy two-minute warning. He kept right on sucking. Not sure that he heard me, I repeated myself, this time louder, "I'm going to cum!" He didn't even pause.

I came into his mouth, shooting more than I would have thought possible, nearly as much as I had the first time. Ryan sat up, wiping his mouth. "I'd always wondered what cum tastes like."

"And?"

He shook his head. "Nasty."

I laughed and he got up to get some water. When he came back, I had changed my mind. I leaned over and immediately began sucking him. I ran my lips up and down his shaft, sliding my tongue on the underside of his dick, just beneath the head. I had no idea what I was doing and before I could even get the hang of it, he was cumming. Not wanting to swallow, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and just in time. I hadn't even stroked it once and his cock spurt out a ton of white hot jizz all over both our stomachs, groins, and dicks.

"How did you cum that much? You've gotten off like five times today!"

"Dude, you came just as much."

Thoroughly exhausted, we both lounged around for awhile and watched TV, still nude. As night fell, I got dressed and left to head home. Though we both wanted to get together again, our schedules never quite matched up. Even so, it is still one of the most erotic memories of my life.



Jerking For Mom



Let me start out by telling you a bit about myself. My name is Ryan, and I am your typical 18 year old whose hormones are in crazy overdrive. All day, every day, all I can think about is sex and when I can jerk off next. It's become so crazy, I honestly believe I am hard 24 hours a day. I live in a pretty big house with just my mom, so luckily its pretty easy to sneak away and jerk off whenever and wherever I want. My favorite is to sit on my computer chair and just go until my balls are completely drained.

My life changed forever one day during one of my non/stop jerk off sessions. I was sitting at my computer, jerking off to one of my countless porn videos I have saved on my hard drive, really going at it. I was at that point where I was about to cum, and was ready to let it all fly out.

Without my knowledge, there was a knock at my room door.

"Ryan, you in there? I'm home."

she knocked again.

"Ryan?" my mother said while opening the door. 

I was oblivious to her presence. I was ready to cum like crazy. In preparation of my impending release, I reach over to the left side of my desk to grab a towel to cum into, when I suddenly see the most frightening thing of my short life. My mom is right next to me with giant, shocked eyes, trying to make sense of what I was doing.

"Ryan!! What are you doing?!?!?!¨

I stopped jerking and immediately froze in place. I was lucky to not be having a heart attack right now.

"What the hell are you doing?!?"

I am trying to answer, but my brain froze too, so I just sit there looking like a goon with a giant hard on desperate to cum.

"Put some close on and meet me down stairs, now!!"

Oh shit, not sure which is worse, getting caught by my now pissed off mom, or that I was milliseconds from emptying my balls, and now I am getting a nice case of blue balls. Deciding not to make things worse, I threw on some shorts and walked down stairs. Once I got to the bottom of the stairs, I can see my mom sitting on the couch in the living room, facing away from the stairs.

Before I get on with the story, I should probably give a quick description of my mom. Her name is Lisa, she is mid forties, long brown hair, and has some super big titties, which often cause me to go upstairs and jerk off. She keeps fit at the gym, so it's an understatement to say that she is a milf.

Anyways, back to my impending doom.

I slowly walked over to the chair that is in front of my mom, and took a seat. She is sitting there in her after work clothes, which consist of a medium length black skirt and a white sweater. The sweater fits quite snug on her, and for half a second, I find myself wondering what color bra she has on underneath (told you I am full of raging hormones). After a nice minute or two of silence, I decide to take the lead.

"Mom, I'm sorry you wal..." my mom cut me off.

"Shut up Ryan. I can't believe you right now," my mom said. "Is this how you spend your afternoons at home? Is this really what you want to do with your free time?"

"Well..." she continued.

"Mom, I'm sorry, but I constantly have these urges and walk around with a boner all day. Jerking off is the only way to keep it in check. I am sorry that I was jerking off, and I will try to refrain from doing it in the future." I said with a mix of being upset and annoyed.

"Jerking off?" my mom said, "I am not mad that you were jerking off, every kid your age does that."

"So then what are we talking about, why are you mad at me" I said very confused.

"Porn. I'm pissed at you because you are watching porn on your computer. I did not give you that computer so that you could watch porn all day."

"Oh, ok..." was all I could muster.

"You can jack off whenever you have the need, but don't use that computer, or I will take it away." she said angrily. "Just go in the bathroom and do it in there."

"Well, I do that too, but it's harder and takes a lot longer. I damn near rip my skin doing that because it takes so long. It's much quicker and easier when I watch porn and get very turned on." I replied.

"There must be another way that gets you excited besides watching porn..." my mom said.

I starting thinking hard about what else gets me hard, and obviously having a live person with me does the trick, but that doesn't happen often, if ever. My only real option I concluded was to be up front and honest with her.

"I get very turned on when I am looking at someone like a hot girl, get a nice view of cleavage, or can see up some girls skirt. A couple times girls at school could see I had a hard on and kept looking at me. That made me pretty hard. But none of those are options for around here. I can't just walk upstairs with a girl whenever I want at home."

"True, I understand," my mom replied "but maybe we can find some middle ground."

"How?" I asked.

"Well, you mentioned that it got you excited when a girl would see you with an erection, so maybe when you need to jerk off, you can do it in front of me. Maybe that will get you off quicker. AND keep you off that computer."

"You are saying that I masturbate in front of you when I feel the need?" I asked shocked.

"Yes, assuming you can't get it done alone in the bathroom. Sound like a deal?"

I just shook my head yes, not knowing really how to respond.

"well then" she said while standing up and walking over to me. "Let me know if you ever need me, ok?" she gave me a quick pat on the leg and started walking away.

"Mom, I kinda need to finish right now. I never came after you caught me, and my balls hurt like hell. Want to give your idea a try?"

"Sure, go ahead, I'll just sit down here on the couch until you are done." She told me, very casually.

Since she had already got a very quick view of my dick earlier, I was not too shy about taking my shorts off again in front of her. I stood up, pulled my shorts down and kicked them off. I sat down on the chair, but made a point to sit up forward so my balls were hanging off the chair, my blue balls was in full force, and their contact with the couch was pretty painful.

I look over at my mom, and she is quiet, but looking directly at my cock. She is probably 10 feet away from me.

"Well Mom, hope you enjoy the show!" I say jokingly. My mom gave me a little smirk.

I grab my cock and start jerking it up and down, nice and slow to make sure I don´t accidentally smack my blue balls. The idea of my mom watching me jerk off has honestly made me pretty hot, and I think to myself, I might like this new arrangement.

"Honey, has it always been that big? I know I'm your mom, but I honestly have to say that dick of yours is huge!"

"Yeah, that's the normal size, its been that big as long as I can remember. I'm glad you like it!"

I smile at my mom and resume jerking my cock. I can see that my mom is starting to enjoy this more than she lets on, and I am really getting into this. I can see my mom's eyes gazing at my balls flapping up and down, as well as my hand moving up and down my shaft. Suddenly, I see my mom bite her lower lip, and I can tell I am going to cum in seconds.

"Mom, I am gonna cum. You want to see me cum?"

"Go ahead baby, let it out." She replied.

"Tell me you want to see me cum."

"Honey, really? Just get it over with already." She shot back at me.

"Tell me you want to watch me cum, or I'll take longer mom."

"Fine" she continued "Cum for me Ryan, I want to see you cum. Show me what a big dick like yours can do. I want to see it."

After hearing those words, I reach the point of no return. I look my mom in the eyes, and she is now seeing my face while I am having arguable the best orgasm of my life. I decided to be a little naughty and pointed my dick straight in my mom's direction. I can feel my cum moving through my shaft. The first rope shoots out like a gun and flies straight towards my mom, landing on the carpet right before her feet. The second one went a bit farther and part of it landed on my mom's right shoe. The cum keeps on coming and is making a big mess of the carpet. After 5 or 6 thick ropes, the remaining cum just runs down my hand and shaft.

Once it's clear my orgasm has subsided, my mom gets up to get me a towel. That orgasm felt so good, I am almost unable to move from feeling so relaxed. My mom walks right up to me, looks straight down at my cock, and I places the towel over me.

"Get everything cleaned up, and we can then start dinner, ok? And make sure the carpet is clean also."

With that, she walked away from me towards the kitchen. I just sat there trying to recollect everything that happened.

I think I am going to like this new arrangement!

To be continued...



Jerking Off Around Town



I have an interesting hobby. Every so often, when I'm in the mood, I go into my garage and get my darts. My target isn't the typical dartboard, though. I have on display a large map of the city I live in. It includes the downtown area and part of the surrounding suburbs. What I'll do is take a dart, close my eyes, and aim for the board.

Wherever the dart lands is the place that I will go to masturbate that day. I've gotten off in so many places in this small town I've lost track. I'll never forget the first time I gave in to my urges, though.

The dart that day had landed in the middle of a side street near Main Street downtown. I'd already decided that anything that happened outside would have to be in my car or another somewhat hidden spot. I didn't want to be arrested for jerking off in the middle of the street, and get caught quickly with my pants down. I thought I would drive down to the dart's target, scope out the scene, and make a decision where would be best then.

But first, I would have to prepare. I wanted some lube, which was standard procedure, and something to cum on, and just for the hell of it, I threw in my fleshlight for some variety if I was feeling adventurous. My car is an in descript sedan and wouldn't attract much attention on its own, and as far as I could tell, I would blend right in.

I could feel my penis stir in my pants as I got my car keys. I was really going to do this. When I got into my car with my equipment, I drove downtown slowly. I wanted to enjoy the anticipation of cumming in public just as much as the actual thing.

Before I knew it I was on the target street. It was a two lane road with some small businesses and a handful of parking meters. There were a couple of cars parked but there wasn't much foot traffic. This seemed like a good beginner spot. I could feel the blood rushing into my cock, and I knew I was almost ready.

The windows in my car have a slight tint on them, so someone would really need to give me a second glance to tell what I was doing, unless they stared straight on through the windshield. I took a deep breath and unzipped my jeans.

I used the lever to adjust the seat to give me ample room to masturbated effectively. I pulled down my pants just enough to have access to my penis, which was now completely erect. It was slightly chilly outside, so when I felt the air move across it, I considered turning on the car to get the heat going. That would attract too much attention, I thought, so I thought better of it.

I grasped my penis gently and tried to imagine what it would look like to a stranger. A man in a parked car, fully exposed, wanking away. I decided then that I wouldn't stop if I'd been spotted, unless the law got involved. I used my palm to rub some of the precum around the tip. I took a look around, and saw a handful of people walking on the other side of the street, but it was doubtful they could see in my car. I reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed the astroglide. I squeezed out a healthy dollop of that and massaged the lube on all sides of my cock. I was harder than I'd ever been, and I knew I wouldn't last long unless I paced myself.

I began to squeeze with a little more pressure and move my hand up and down slowly. I had my eyes peeled the whole time so I would be prepared if someone came near. Some slow-moving cars came down the street on my side, which made me twitch with excitement. More precum oozed from the tip of my cock. Since I was beginning to get comfortable and there seemed to be few people around, I decided to take things up a notch and take my pants down to my ankles.

I laid back and closed my eyes, stroking myself comfortably, imagining all the possible scenarios that could happen to me. I was extremely turned on and enjoying this experience immensely. Then, I heard voices outside of the car in front of me. It looked like there was a couple returning to their parked car by the meter. I had chosen this spot to give me some cover since this was my first public attempt.

I didn't waver as I continued to stroke away, and pulled my seat up a little bit to give me a better view of outside. The man was getting in on the driver side, and the woman was carrying some bags, and walking toward the trunk of the car. Right before she got there, she looked up and made eye contact with me.

I was so excited I almost came right there. The thought of my cum splashing all over the car, splaying the windshield, and having this beautiful woman experience it made me really excited. She was probably in her late thirties, and was very attractive, toned with long legs and round breasts that I could get lost in all day.

She looked at me and turned back around to the trunk, and put her bags inside. I was disappointed--an attractive guy jerking off in plain sight in a parked car, and that didn't warrant a second glance?

Then she turned back around and looked at me. I was so turned on now I couldn't stand it. I could tell my cock had never been this hard before. She hadn't screamed or had much of a reaction yet, so I wasn't sure she could tell what was going on behind the steering wheel. It looked like her companion was in the car on the phone, so the car was going to be parked for at least a minute. 

The woman reached into her pocket and got out her phone. She looked back at me, holding the phone in front of her, and I realized she must be able to see inside my car. She was two feet in front of my bumper. 

Since she hadn't moved for about 30 seconds, I began to jerk off again. I moved my hand up and down quickly, looking right at the woman the entire time. I felt like I was in heaven, and didn't give a damn about the consequences of what could happen.

It looked like the woman alternated her attention between me and the phone. I decided to really put on a show. I eased the seat back so my cock would be clear of the steering wheel, offering my audience a better view. I grabbed my fleshlight, and squirted some more lube inside of it. Then I slowly worked it onto the head of my cock, pausing slowly, just like I normally do when I penetrate a pussy for the first time. I savored the entry, and slowly lifted my hips to ease my cock inside. I had the suction on pretty tight, so I turned the bottom of the fleshlight so I could push inside more easily. I looked back up at the woman as I did this. I gave my penis a few slow, deep strokes on the fleshlight, savoring the moment. I moaned softly, thinking about opening my door, getting out, and bending the attractive woman over the back of her car. I started gyrating with my hips, moving up and down, keeping the fleshlight in place. I watched my cock going in and out of the fleshlight, and made sure to pull the fleshlight up as high as possible before pushing into it again, to give my cock as much exposure as possible. 

Then it happened. The woman slowly walked to the window of my car. I kept moving my hips, and followed her with my eyes, trying to make as much eye contact as possible. I had promised myself to have the resolve to follow through with this, and so far the experience had gone about as well as could be hoped.

I stopped moving as she knocked on my windshield. Now there was no doubt whatsoever, she was fully aware of what I was doing. I turned the keys and put down the window. I looked up and smiled slowly, then pushed my cock into the fleshlight completely. 

"Can I help you?" I asked. 

"Would you mind posing for a picture?" She asked. "This isn't something you see every day, after all. Luckily I'm an understanding woman. You have nothing to worry about. Keep going. "

I'm not sure how but I felt my dick tingle as she spoke, and it seemed to grow even harder and longer. She was less than two feet away from my cock and had a ringside seat for my masturbation session. I started to move the fleshlight up and down again slowly. There was less moisture than before, so there was a little more friction on my cock. After my initial trepidation of showing off to a stranger, I increased my pace a little bit. I could come at any second, but wanted to make it last as long as I could.

"Very nice," said the woman. "Close your eyes for me and lie back. Enjoy yourself. I'll be watching you." She aimed her camera and took a picture. I did as she asked, and unconsciously started pumping back into the fleshlight, lifting my ass off of the seat, and gripping the tool with both hands. After about a minute, I couldn't help myself. I opened my eyes.

The man had joined the woman by my window. He was staring at me with contempt. She had a smile on her face, and had apparently been filming his reaction. She started to laugh.

I didn't know if the joke was on me, or on him, or on us both, but I didn't skip a beat. I looked at him and tried to make eye contact. I am not gay, but I am an exhibitionist. Forcing someone to experience me masturbating was a turn on for me regardless of the sex of the viewer.

I couldn't hold out any longer. I laid back and thrust into the fleshlight as hard as I could. To maximize my exposure I pulled my cock out of the fleshlight quickly and began to masturbate in the regular fashion. I aimed my cock as upright as possible. I wanted them to see my cum squirt out as I came. I began to breathe quickly and moaned. I spread my legs apart as far as my jeans would allow and reached my left hand down to cup my balls. I moved my right hand as fast as I could, and stared at the woman outside. "I'm going to cum," I gasped.

Within seconds I felt the cum rushing up to the tip and squirt out of my cock. It spasmed in my hand and I continued to squeeze it firmly and milk myself dry. It felt like the cum would not stop shooting out. Some splashed on the windshield, some on the rear view mirror, and some came on my pants and forehead. I caught my breath and stared down at my penis again. It was still hard. I'm not sure if the couple outside had enjoyed the show I put on, or were just unsure how to handle the situation, but I decided that my fun had ended for the day. The man was standing next to his wife, and I could see he was sporting a poorly concealed erection. I turned over the keys, leaving my pants around my ankles, and backed up my car. The woman waved slowly as I pulled out of the parking spot. As I drove off I considered giving myself some more attention, but I thought I would wait until I got home. I decided to mark the spot on the map when I got home and try this again sometime soon.



Jerking Off for my Neighbour



This tale relates to a relationship I had a few years ago with a neighbour. Time moves on and so has my neighbour. I still think of her and the good times we shared, and who knows, there may be another jerk-off opportunity ahead of me, in the future.

She was single, and at home during the day and I often spoke to her, either at the front of the house or in the garden, as at that time I was working from home myself.

She seemed to enjoy us exchanging pleasantries and never rushed to end the conversation, so we gradually spent more and more time chatting.

It all changed one day in the summer, when for the first time she invited me in for a cold drink, and I of course, accepted.

We sat in her kitchen, with the patio doors open, a cool breeze blowing in from her garden and cold drinks in our hands. It was very relaxed and we talked about life, the universe and everything.

Inevitably our conversation got around to sex. She had been on her own for several years. She admitted that she had a very, very low sex drive and did not miss sex at all.

I, on the other hand admitted to being very highly sexed and I challenged her on her statement that she didn't need it. This led the conversation around to how many times I needed sex and/or masturbated and I told her I needed "release" almost all the time.

She seemed to dwell on the subject, and keep it part of the conversation, and to cut a long story short, suggested I relieved myself right away if I was always so horny.

I checked to make sure I understood what she was suggesting. "What, masturbate right now?"

"Sure," she replied, "why not? - it sounds like you need to."

What about you?" I asked her.

"As I said, I don't need to, but I don't mind if you do."

Well, that was all the encouragement I needed and I got my cock out and proceeded to have a wank.

She watched me with interest, sitting at her kitchen table, sipping her cold drink, while I jerked my cock.

She was fully dressed and made no move to give me any encouragement, other than her fascinated gaze at my hand moving rapidly up and down my hard cock.

I reached orgasm very quickly and shot my spunk all over my hand. She calmly got up, found some kitchen tissue and passed it to me. "I'll have some ready, next time." She said.

Well, that was the start of it. From then on whenever I felt the urge, I would pop round to her house and have a wank in her kitchen while she watched. She was fascinated by the process and often insisted how much she enjoyed watching.

The first few times she had me jerk off into the kitchen tissue that she had ready, then she suggested different places for me to shoot my cum. I came in the sink while she watched over my shoulder, onto plates, into cups and glasses. Once she had a pair of her knickers on the kitchen table when I arrived and asked me to jerk off onto them. I very quickly did.

Jerking off onto her knickers, bras, into her shoes and onto her t-shirts (both while she was wearing them and with them on the table) became a regular occurrence. I assume she chose items of her clothing that wouldn't stain and washed easily.

I often asked her whether she was horny too, and wanted to jerk off or if there was anything I could do for her.

She always answered "No, I just want to watch you do it."

Sometimes, she was busy in the kitchen and I would masturbate while she worked. She would always keep looking at my rapidly moving hand on my cock, while she did her household chores. Other times she would be on the telephone and stare at me wanking while she carried on an everyday conversation with a relative or friend. She never missed a word when I shot my cum while she watched me and talked on the 'phone.

It seemed that it was enough for her that she provided the venue, something for me to cum into or onto, and her presence as a very interested watcher.

She would, for instance, willingly pull her top and bra up to let me look at her tits while I jerked off, or she would turn around when I asked, drop her jeans and knickers and spread her cheeks so I could get a good view of her from behind to help get me off, but it was never essential.

If I wanted to cum on her tits, her beautiful bottom, or face, I had only to ask, and she was okay with that. Many times I shot my cum onto her bra or knickers, or onto her t-shirt while she was wearing it. She also liked me to wank off and cum onto her when she was wearing stockings and would go and put some on if I asked. She liked to see me spurt onto the stockings at the top, and then watch the cum run down her stocking-covered legs.

Many times I would call around and have a wank whilst she carried on with what she was doing or took a break and sat in her chair to watch me, and sometimes assist. It was a very relaxed situation, both for her and for me. Neither of us seemed to have any inhibitions or feel uncomfortable, it just felt right.

Well, all good things come to an end and she moved away. We are still in touch, very, very occasionally, but it has been some years since I've seen her. I will always remember the fascinated look on her face, the many times I jerked my cum out of my cock for her.

How I would like to do this again, now! Interested? In the UK? Female? Send me feedback! xxx BulgyLover