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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

always so earnest. &#034Yeah, that's good,&#034 I said. I gave into the sensation, letting go of my qualms for a moment. I could feel myself already starting to build. She stopped a second, wiggling her arm, clearly feeling a little tired in her unpracticed wrist. To cover for the pause, she said, &#034Am I holding it too tight?&#034 &#034No, you have it just right,&#034 I said, and she started again. I felt a twinge. Was I taking advantage of her guilt, pushing her to do something she didn't really want to? I didn’t want to let myself think about it. My build-up seemed to slow, but not diminish, and I felt a little guiltier, knowing I'd let her finish, either way. My focus shifted to her arm, her small, boney fingers wrapped around me, stroking up and down. My eyes wandered up. I'd been too embarrassed to look at her up to then, but my first glance showed her attention was on my dick, so she wouldn't notice. Her eyes were wide open, face relaxed. Despite whatever fatiguemight be creeping in, her strokes stayed steady, and I could see she was focused keeping up her pace without wavering. I couldn't see even a touch of impatience that I would expect had she been acting from guilt or pity, despite her early hesitation at the strange situation. This was Mandy, kind, sweet Mandy, and she was acting as Mandy always acted: putting my needs first in her mind and simply trying to help me feel better in whatever way she could, without an ounce of resentment. Concern evaporated from ... my body and I oozed back into the chair, quickly feeling the build-up again. It wouldn't be long. Her strokes were short, as she seemed to be trying to not let her fingers hit my balls or push my foreskin onto the head. She got a little less controlled, and my head started rubbing my shirt more regularly. I tensed a bit. &#034What?&#034 She asked concerned, slowing briefly. &#034No, you're okay, just, pull my shirt up,&#034 I said, a little breathless, not ready to speak. &#034Oh. Sorry,&#034 She paused a moment. I tried to push up my shirt with my stump, but had some trouble. Not letting my dick go, with her free left hand she helped pull my shirt up a few inches, freeing it from where it was caught under my back in the process. &#034Like that?&#034 &#034No, all the way up,&#034 I said. Having cum sprayed all over my shirt wouldn't probably be for the best right now, since Mom or Dad helped change it every night. She wasn't quite sure what I meant, but had loosened it enough that I was able to hook in my thumb and pull it up to my neck. &#034Okay,&#034 I said. Understanding to start again, she seemed to fight with renewed vigor. The build-up was quick now, and soon my butt muscles started clenching, pushing me slightly more to her hand. She slowed again. &#034Is it okay?&#034 she said, worried again she was doing something wrong as I tensed. &#034Yeah,&#034 I said, &#034Don't stop.&#034 &#034Oh,&#034 she said, apparently understanding and starting again. I felt so close; if ...