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Heavy Petting

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Heavy Petting by David (dmf49@hotmail.com)As is I think, the case with most people, my earliest sexual experience was masturbation and withthe opposite sex it was mutual masturbation. As time went on and sexual relationships wentfurther into full sex, the intense pleasure of masturbation and mutual masturbation has remainedwith me.When I was about 17 I started dating a local girl of about the same age. Claire was very attractive and I couldn't believe my luck that she would go out with me, but was grateful that she did. Shewas rather reserved and shy and our relationship only moved slowly beyond the holding of handsand light petting.One evening we were alone in the living room of her parent's house, sitting together on the sofa.The tv was on, but we were not watching it, and the sound was turned down low. We weregetting into a necking session, our mouths locked together, our tongues wrestling. I had slippeda hand inside her blouse and was gently caressing her soft breast, teasing the nipple with myforefinger and thumb. I could feel her breathing getting heavier and the nipple stiffening and myexcitement was intense. My cock had already stretched to full erection and was straining toescape from my briefs. It was desparate for some attention. Claire had her hand on my shoulderand as we necked I felt her elbow lightly graze against the hard bulge in my jeans. It was only foran instant, but then I felt it again. This time it didn't move but remained in place, lightly pressingagainst my cock. She had never touched me there before and this was something new. I pressed my groin forwards to increase the contact. Her elbow didn't move away and thepressure of it against me was fantastic. I wanted to move this forward and took a chance. I tookhold of her hand and moved it off my shoulder, down towards my crotch. She must have realisedwhat I was doing, but didn't resist or object. I placed her hand on the bulge and left it there to seewhat she would do. Immediately she placed the palm on the shaft and pressed downwards, herfingers pointing towards the head. She slowly moved her hand up the shaft, as though she wasmeasuring the length of it. Her fingers found the head that was pressing against the fabric, and circled around it, as though feeling for its shape. Her hand closed around it, squeezing the shaftthrough the material of my jeans. She moved her hand back and forth, pressing and stroking. Iwas in heaven. This was what I wanted. I wanted to touch her there as well. I moved my hand onto her leg intending to slip it under herskirt, but she put her other hand on top of it and moved it off. I wasn't going to spoil things byinsisting, so I gave in. She continued to stroke me through my jeans all the while probing hertongue deep into my mouth. "Why don't you put your hand inside my jeans?" I suggested."Are you sure?" she asked. "Would that be alright?"Silly question, really. I told her it would be. Gingerly, she reached for my zipper and carefullypulled it down. She opened the gap. We both watched intently as she slipped her hand inside theopening and she carefully placed her hand over the straining bulge of my jutting cock. It hadnever felt so hard or big before. Her fingers closed around it, separated from it only by the thincotton of my pants. It was exquisite. I thrust up against her hand, willing her to grab hold andjack me off. She stroked all the way up to the bulbous cockhead and found the large damp patchwhere the seeping precum had plastered the material to the head. She made a comment about mybeing wet, but carried on squeezing and stroking. I was close to coming and new that I could notlast much longer."Take it out, Claire," I told her, "and do it properly. Please!""Ok."I helped her to unbuckle my jeans and we pulled them down to my knees. I still wore my pantsin which my thrusting cock jutted obscenely. They were so wet they were practically transluscentwhere the juice had leaked from the head. We could see the pinkness of the skin, the waist bandlifted and pulled away from my stomach by the acute angle at which it stood. She stared at it fora moment and then, suddenly and decisively, lifted the waist band up and pulled it down over mycock. A strand of precum came away with it, connecting the fabric to the wet head. My cocksprang upright thrusting out from my groin."Oh wow!" she breathed. "It's so big" I was flattered as I knew it wasn't, although I have been told that the crown had an impressivebreadth. Then she leaned forward and closed her hand around it. I jumped with the shock of it.Her hand was warm and soft. She gripped me loosely in her fist and started to move it gentlyback and forth. Although there was plenty of juice leaking out I suggested that we needed somesaliva for lubrication. She leaned forward even closer to it and for one wonderful moment Ithought she was going to put it in her mouth. But she held it upright and with her mouth onlyinches from it, dribbled a long string her wonderful warm saliva onto the head. It ran down alongthe side of the shaft. Quickly she took hold of it again, spread her saliva along and around so thatit glistened wetly, and began to stroke. "Am I doing this right?" she asked. "Oh yes, but just hold it a little bit tighter."She did, stroking and squeezing my aching cock. Her face was only inches from it. Our gazeswere fixed on her hand stroking the cock, glistening in the light from the tv. The head hadswollen even more turning a crimson red, her fingers squeezing and stroking the ridge and justbelow it. I was going to blow. I shouted a warning. She moved her head back a little and held mycock nearly vertical.Her hand squeezed even harder and practically stopped moving as I fucked my cock franticallythrough her wet fist. I came in a ropy burst of hot white tracer that spewed up and out and landedwith an audible splat on my chest, and another that spat out onto my chest, and several lesserones that dribbled out onto her hand. She slowly milked out the last drops before reaching intoher bag for a tissue and carefully, gently, cleaned me up. My t-shirt was soaked but I didn't care,I was in heaven.There is more of this if anyone is interested.