Question!!!

Category: Female-Male (FM)
Submitted by: madison Age: 19 Gender: Female

I'll give you a story, but then you have to promise to answer my question.

I casually dated a few people in my earlier years of high school, but never got serious with anyone until . . . let's call him Josh. Josh and I met the summer after our junior year, and fell very quickly and very deeply into love. He and I shared a lot of 'firsts,' including losing our viginity together, which could not have been more perfect . . . but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I guess it's kind of assumed that by the time a girl is seventeen, she knows exactly what to do with boys. Well, I'm sure that's what Josh was expecting, but I had never really been comfortable enough with anyone before to do much other than making out and groping. But Josh and I had the most amazing chemistry, and, living together at the time, we had each other almost constantly aroused. If it wasn't making out as soon as we got home, it was whispering to one another what we wanted to be doing, and shifting our attention from the movie on screen to each other's bodies on the bed.

Jump ahead a few months. We have an active sex life. A spectacular sex life. To allow him to cum inside me (and I could feel the contractions of his penis, which was the most insanely arousing sensation I've ever experienced, and have never been able to feel with another guy since him) was a big relief, because I had never really known what he wanted me to do to get him off before we began having sex. I mean, I understand hand jobs and blow jobs and everything . . . but I don't know the specifics. No one ever taught me. I've gotten guys off manually, but I don't know if I've done it as well as they want it. So here's my question, and then I'll tell you about the most stimulating two hours of my life.:

You kiss his neck and breathe into his ear, and then you grab his cock hard. Everyone talks about needing lube, so is that to say I should be gently running my hand up and down his shaft without pushing the skin anywhere at all? (Explain for circumsized and not.) I always tend to hold him harder and keep contact with his skin, which moves up and down his rod with me, and in that case, I don't need any lube. Should I instead be caressing just lightly all the way from the base to the tip? That would explain the need for lube; however, my firm grip once awarded me the praise of the best hand job a certain male friend had ever received. Please, PLEASE explain to me in detail what I need to do to provide maximum manual stimulation.

So we're back in winter of 2005, when Josh and I are alone in my bedroom, and we're kissing, and we've been kissing and fucking almost nonstop for days. It's a constant state of arousal when we're together, looking at each other's lips with unspoken lust, anxiously awaiting the next kiss.

My bed is next to the window, so there's bright light reflecting off the snow and across our naked figures. I'm on top of him, then he's on top of me, then we're side by side, kissing so hard, hands everywhere, his fingers inside me, my nails raking his back, a rhythm other couples cannot match.

We often exchange loving words during pauses when we're kissing or making love or anything of the sort, but this time there were no breaks; our bodies refused to stop.

One of my favorite things is to have a guy on top of me, even when we're both fully clothed, thrusting into me as if we're having sex, pushing his hardness against my clit, making out with me, turning me on so much that by the time he removes my pants, I'm desperate for the direct contact of his touch.

This time, we're on our sides, facing each other, and we're not wearing a thing, and we suddenly find ourselves tangled up together in a position that has his cock tickling my outer lips, and OH what a sensation. I love his fingers inside me and around me, and I love his lips and tongue nibbling and licking, but there's nothing that compares to the head of his penis slipping inside me. The little ridge is my favorite part, and suddenly it's right there, and we're so aroused our motions are involuntary; we're thrusting at each other in time, the tip of his penis running along my entire area, from my throbbing clit down to where he almost penetrates me and back again and back and forth and back and forth, and our hearts are beating the hardest they ever have, and we're panting and groping at each other. We might not even be kissing anymore at this point because we're so focused on this fire between our legs.

We decide it's so intense that we're not even going to have sex this time; we're just going to continue, back and forth, back and forth. We're soaked in our juices, and he's just gliding along, and I almost feel like I can't even breathe. Every centimeter he moves up and down me pushes me closer to orgasm. We're watching the time, though; we have a dinner date. We continue, entirely mesmerized by our discovery of this non-penetration sex, and an hour later, flushed bright red and gasping for air, we relent and head out for dinner.

How we make it through the evening is beyond me, but we do, with almost constantly fixed eye contact, silently begging one another to return to bed, and finally get the chance to resume business as soon as we enter my room at the end of the night.

A perfect experience, and one of my sexiest memories.

At this point, Josh and I have been on and off for two and a half years. The distance of being at separate schools strains our relationship, but even when we're not dating, we're still best friends, and there's no person more important in my life. And when I've seen other people during our off times, no sex has come close to comparing with what the two of us share.

So please, tell me good hand job techniques. Please. Please.

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