1. A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 1)


    Date: 9/16/2017, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    a little, shifting. It was apparantly enough to steel Mandy. Looking back at me and clearly not getting a 'no', she took ahold of the waist of my shorts. Stretching them from my body, she hesitated just a moment longer, and then pulled them down over my dick, much more easily than my stumps had been able to all week. Exposed to the cool air of freedom, my dick jumped a bit and Mandy paused, looking at it. She seemed stuck a moment, realizing that releasing the waist band would cause it to simply try to go back to my waist. As she hesitated at that last hurdle, our gazes met. In that look I think we both realized that she really was willing to do it, and that I was willing to let her. Finding her resolve, she returned to the problem. &#034Okay, well-&#034 she said, coming to a solution. She was getting ready to give me specific instructions, but I beat her to it, already raising my rear off the chair a bit. Sliding the shorts over my butt, she eased them down my legs as I resettled, not stopping at the knees or even ankles, but pulled them clear off my feet. She folded them over neatly and laid them on the couch. I set my feet back down and let my legs spread a little, suddenly feeling how exposed I was in front of my s****r. Even two minutes before such an idea would have been unimaginable to me. Mandy crouched down to the side of the chair. &#034Just get comfortable. Pretend you're doing it yourself.&#034 she said, and wasting no time, reached for my dick. My dick was, of ...
    course, fully hard, as it had been almost constantly for several days, with my foreskin down, lying across my pubic hair to my stomach. Without further build-up, Mandy wrapped her hand around the center of my shaft and started stroking. She seemed nervous to lift it back against mild resistance, and only raised it slightly from my stomach. It seemed preposterous to me. There I was, sitting in the chair, naked from the waist down, my little s****r crouched down beside the chair next to me, hand wrapped around my cock and jerking me off. Having someone else's hand on me like that wasn't exactly common for me anyway, and the times it had happened had been dark, secret, in uncomfortable places trying not to be seen. Mostly, such things happened by my own hand, quietly in my room on my bed or sitting in my chair with the door locked. Certainly not laying back in a recliner, in broad daylight, naked from the waist down, with my s****r. Compared to my own hand, hers seemed small and skinny, and somewhat cool against my warm dick. Her motions were not practiced like mine, and she wiggled my whole cock with each stroke, often rubbing my head against the fabric of my shirt. It felt so different, and so inappropriate, and yet, still very right. I really wanted to cum, needed to cum. I could sink into myself, not think about Mandy. This would only take a minute and I would blow my load, and we could simply forget it ever happened. &#034Am I doing it right?&#034 Mandy asked, her voice ...
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