1. Donna and the Dripping Dick


    Date: 6/30/2016, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Author: tonyc1980, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster

    was a precursor to a guy having an orgasm. It sort of “paved the way&#034 for actual semen, and meant a guy was very ready, I told her. We sat for a few minutes, her with her nipples protruding outward, and me with my erection now in her hand, which was tentatively gripping it. “Do you want to cum?” she asked. I laughed. “Well, it would be nice, but I don’t think we should be going there…” “I can do it,” she said. “I want to. Teach me. It can’t be that hard. Show me how you masturbate and I can do it to you.” “Just move your hand up and down,” I said. Wrong thing to say. She gripped me too tight and it hurt like hell. I took her hand inside mine and showed her how to properly hold me and stroke me. At first she was tentative. But once I started to moan a bit and she got into the rhythm, it got pretty great. “What do I do when you cum?” she asked. She kept stroking. I kept looking over at her young face and naked torso. It made for a seriously erotic juxtaposition. “Keep stroking for a little, then slow down, then stop,” I said. It was good I did because my cock started to spurt almost immediately after that. It was an intense, emotional orgasm. I must have shot at least ten times and she knew instinctively when to slow down. The post-orgasm fall to Earth took me by surprise. After I watched the last of the white cum fly out of my dick and onto the blue carpet of my dorm room, it occurred to me that maybe I should have taken Donna more seriously. I’d been in some odd ...
    relationships with girls that cared very little about me, sexually or otherwise. Yet here was Donna, making sure I wasn’t blueballed, and always a friend on top of that. All of a sudden it seemed like she was the one in charge and I was the one at her mercy. I grabbed onto her shoulder and buried my head in her neck, still moaning and groaning. She giggled a bit and drew me near, careful to keep her cum-covered right hand from touching my shirt. “Well,” she said. “That was educational.” “My God, Donna,” I said. “No one has made me cum like that. Thank you.” “Hehe,” she laughed. “Do you mind if I get a snack? Oh and do you have soap for my hands?” “Um, yeah,” I said. “It’s on the sink.” After washing her hands and grabbing several of my snacks, she pulled her shirt on and sat on the bed, Indian-style, next to me. “So do I get a reference for my good work?” she threw her head back laughing. “Yes,” I said. “And I’d give you a bonus or a raise if I could.” “I may want some more training,” she said, wiping Little Debbie filling from her mouth. “So we’ll have lots of time to work together.” And we did. She came back five times after Thanksgiving break with “questions,” each of which were &#034answered&#034 with my penis in her hand and my semen shooting everywhere. And then one day I realized she'd stopped calling or coming around. It was a chilly day in February when I spotted her on campus holding hands with Willie. I wasn't happy. I thought about telling him where her hand had been, but ...
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