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A Hand Job and More

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Well, it started out as masturbation...

I was in the drug store last weekend and I spotted a bottle of the new KY Jelly warming liquid. I don't usually use lube, but the warming agent caught my attention. As I read the label, I imagined how Tony's cock would feel all slicked up, warm and hard in my hands, and I went with the impulse to buy it. The thought of giving Tony a hand job start-to-finish turned me on because, in the months we'd been together, it was one of the few things we had not done. I had fantasized about jerking him off from the beginning of our relationship, but I could never hold his dick in my hands without wanting to blow him or fuck him or both. I bought the lube on a Sunday, and it went unused until the next Sunday night. During that week, I probably blew him three or four times and fucked him just as many. The fantasy of jerking him off remained in the back of my mind, but what held me back was knowing that once I lubed him up, I couldn't kiss, lick, or suck on his cock without that yucky lube taste in my mouth. Finally, when the fantasy was nearly all I could think about, I decided to gather all my will power and jack my man off without sucking him or fucking him, or even touching myself if I could help it. On Sunday afternoon I whispered in his ear, "Tonight, I want to give you a nice, slick hand job and watch you cum." He kissed my cheek and whispered in his deep sexy voice, the one he uses in bed, "Whatever you want." That night we began to make out on the bed while we were still clothed, and our kisses were deep and intense. My hand moved over the crotch of his jeans and massaged his soft cock to a thick hard-on. I asked if I could give him a hand job, and he told me to beg. I felt my pussy tingle with excitement. "Please," I whispered in his ear, "please let me touch your cock..." I sucked on his ear and whispered again, "Can I please touch it?...Will you please let me jack you off?" My hand movements were more aggressive now, and I rubbed my whole body against him while I begged. He kissed me again and unbuttoned his jeans, and my hand slid inside his boxers before he could object. He raised his hips to take off his pants, and I reluctantly moved my hand so I could to do the same. As we undressed, I remembered a flimsy camisole and matching panties that I had bought a few years ago but had rarely worn, one that he had never seen. While he turned back the covers, I casually took them out of my underwear drawer and held them to my side as I slipped off into the bathroom. I changed and caught a quick peek in the bathroom mirror before going back in the bedroom, and was pleased to see how sexy I looked. Both the camisole and panties are sheer white with red roses, and the panties are boy-cut, loose and flowy. Together, the outfit looks like very short nightie. I walked in my bedroom to a wonderful sight, my boyfriend naked on top of the covers, casually stroking his hard-on. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he saw me, and he had me turn around for him so he could see my ass, which I proudly showed him. He kept watching me and stroking his cock lightly as I lit a candle and turned out the lights, and when I got in the bed I straddled him on my hands and knees and teased him by holding my body above his, so that my covered breasts barely brushed across his chest and the sheer fabric from the panties tickled his hard cock. I rubbed my tits and my pussy over his body a few times before leaning down to kiss him, and he met my mouth with a greedy tongue while his hands searched for my softest places. His right hand slid down my side to take a firm hold on my ass cheek. His left hand cupped my breast, and the thin, white strap of my camisole fell from my shoulder as his fingers closed to tweak my nipple. As I reached to free my arm from the strap, I pulled away from him with a smile and let my camisole fall on that side to reveal one breast and a very hard nipple, which his eyes locked on as I reached for his cock. It jumped at my touch and grew harder as I stroked it. Lighter at first than Tony had done, I traced along both sides of his shaft, up and over the ridge of his head and back down, admiring the three inches of silky pink girth between my middle finger and my thumb. Tony moaned and lay his head back on the pillow but he didn't close his eyes. They roamed over me as his hands had, resting on my smooth leg that stretched alongside his body and my exposed breast that swayed with my subtle movements. But always, his eyes came back to mine in such a way that even if we hadn't been intimately touching, we would still have been making love. His cock was the hardest you can imagine, beautiful, perfect. As these descriptions crossed my mind, I felt the familiar urge to touch my lips to its silkiness, to lick and circle the head with my tongue, to hear him moan my name and feel his fingers tangle and pull my hair. I did give in, but I kept my kisses light and I only circled his head long enough to hear my name once. After more deep, open-mouth kisses and a slow, dry massage, I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and held the base of his shaft upright, letting drops of lube fall in close succession around the head to dribble down his cock. When the first drops met my hand, I slid it up and circled the head and rubbed the lube evenly along his shaft. Tony gasped at the first touch of my hand on his lubed glans, and as the liquid warmed with each subsequent stroke, he moaned and thrust his cock upward into my grip. As his arousal increased, his left hand searched for any part of me that he could grasp, and his fingers inched their way toward my pussy. The position I had taken, near his knee on his left side, was not the best for a hand job, but instead of moving closer to him, where he would have easier access to my body, I decided to move between his knees and sit with my legs spread over his so that I could look down and see my pussy as well as his body and his face. I still wore my panties (and my camisole with the one strap down), but when I spread my legs the fabric gaped at both sides and I could easily see the glistening wetness that had already gathered between my pussy lips. With him watching me, I stroked his cock with one hand while I fingered my wet pussy and rubbed my clit, then reached up to squeeze my breast with my lube-coated hand and tease my nipple. His gaze was full of desire, and he nodded slowly as I pinched my nipple, and told me in his sexy voice how much he loved to watch me touch myself. Looking down at his beautiful hard cock once again, I resumed a two-handed stroke from the base to the head, sometimes holding both hands still, barely touching the tip of the head, letting him push his dick into my tight grip. He had given himself over completely to the sensations of my touch and he lay with his eyes closed now, and his head to one side. Knowing that the circle of skin around his cock just below his head is most sensitive, I focused my attention there, holding the skin taut at the base with one hand while moving the other in short, slow strokes that allowed each of my fingers to slide beneath and over the ridge of his head. His body tensed and he moaned "right there..." I kept the rhythm for a few more strokes, aware of the heightened pleasure in his moans and the almost painful look on his face, then I loosened my grip and resumed a lighter, full-shaft stroke to begin the build-up again. His eyes opened--he looked at me as if waking from a dream--and I smiled a mischievous smile. He returned the smile and sat up, taking my head in his hands and thrusting his tongue into my mouth then leaning to suck on my exposed nipple. When my grip tightened and resumed again to the shorter strokes along the head, he fell back on the bed and I brought him once more to the brink of orgasm. Just before he started to cum he said, "let go of my dick," and sat up again. He held the back of my head with one of his hands and thrust his tongue into my mouth again. His kisses made my stomach flip, and I whispered "feel how wet my pussy is." He slid his fingers inside my panties and found my cunt flooded. His touch broke my will power as I imagined how easily his cock would slide into me, how his thickness would pulsate and his dick would fill my pussy with his creamy load when he came. I whispered, "If you can wait a little while longer," I said, "I'll let you cum inside me." He nodded and laid back, and I began the long strokes again, deliberately slow. He watched my hands slide up and down his dick. "Tell me, baby," he said, "have you been a good girl or a bad girl today?" "Baby," I said, "You know I've been a good girl." Catching his eye, I could feel the heat in my pussy as I spoke, "I've jacked you off so good..." He nodded, "Yes, you have." "And I so want you to cum inside my pussy..." "Fuck me girl." I climbed on him, guided his cock into to my cunt, and felt my pussy stretch as I took him in. He felt even thicker than usual and my pussy held him in a tight grip. As I moved--slowly at first, up...down...up...down--I knew I could never find a more perfect fit. "That's my good girl," he whispered. I leaned toward him and my elbows rested on the bed above his shoulders. Our breath mixed, our eyes locked. He asked if I wanted to cum too, but I told him what I wanted most was to make him cum. Right now. I lifted my hips so that the head of his cock was barely inside my pussy. Then I arched my back, moving my hips backwards, and thrusted forward, pushing his thick shaft all the way inside my pussy. His cock rammed into that little space between my cervix and my g-spot and he let out a moan as I grinded into him. Again I slowly lifted my hips until just his head was inside me, arched my back, and thrusted forward again. I sped the rhythm steadily and his moans grew constant and increasingly louder. I felt his cock pulsate just as his hands squeezed my ass and all his moaning stopped. Everything seemed to stop except for the pulsing of his cock and my steady controlled movements. Then he let out a loud "Ohhhhh" and his body twitched and squirmed under mine as hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy. I kept moving for as long as his orgasm lasted, until he gasped and begged me to stop. Then we lay, with his cock inside me, while he fought to catch his breath. I smiled and waited, like always, until I could catch him off guard before I squeezed my pussy muscles to send him off again. I watched his face closely, and each time his features smoothed into ease, I squeezed again and his mouth dropped open, his eyes squeezed shut, his hands squeezed my ass, and he let out another long moan. After the second or third time, he laughed and caused me to laugh, which made my muscles tighten again and his mouth fall open in another moan. "Ohhh, no more! Please! I can't take it!" he said. And when he calmed down, I did it again. Finally, as he always does, he held me by my hips and pulled out of me quick, with one last open-mouthed moan. So much for the hand job. S_C

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