I Love A Handjob Pt 02

I met Carol during a summer internship and my handjob obsession vaulted to new levels. My undergraduate years did not include a lot of sexual partners though I found opportunities to hook up here and there. It was typically just regular sex and, of course, it was always a fun and welcome relief but I was not the sort to hook up every weekend or have a steady girlfriend.

When I first saw Carol at my bank that initial summer of grad school, I was immediately attracted to her. She had dark hair, gray eyes, a nice figure, and big tits. I made a point of stopping by the bank often to have an excuse to see her and engage in small talk while getting the chance to sneak a look at her tits which were sometimes nicely accented by the dress shirts she wore. Fantasies of seeing her naked and having sex with her, especially of cumming on her tits, began to dominate my masturbation sessions. Then, after a couple of weeks, I was introduced to her through a mutual friend who told me he knew her when I brought her up during conversation.

The timing worked out perfectly as the bank was having a celebration dinner for a retiring manager and she needed a date. Through our mutual friend, we got in touch and she invited me to come as her guest. Yes, I jerked off several times imagining spending time with her outside of her work and while I didn't figure things would get sexual right away, I could certainly fantasize about it!

The evening of the dinner rolled around and I met her at her place, a small basement apartment in a single-family home where she had been renting by herself for a few years. She wore a classic little black dress and looked fantastic with the fairly deep neckline showing off her cleavage, far more skin than I had seen her display at work! I had to focus elsewhere to avoid getting an erection that would have been painfully obvious in my suit pants. We chatted for a few minutes then headed to my car for the short drive to the restaurant, making more small talk finding out about one another and a little about our backgrounds and work lives.

She had moved out of her mom's home right after high school and started working at the bank where we met and had been pretty much on her own since then. She took a few college courses here and there with the idea of eventually getting a degree in finance but paying her own way made it slow going. After getting to the restaurant, we met up with her co-workers and had a nice evening hanging out over dinner and just talking as we got to know one another better. She and I engaged in light flirting during dinner and discussed meeting our mutual friends at a local club after we left the dinner so we could continue the evening together.

After an appropriate length of time to keep up appearances, we headed to the club for some drinking and dancing. Our friend and his girlfriend kept stoking the flirtation which made things a bit more interesting for me and, I think, for Carol. Dancing together had certainly had the effect of heating things up, too. Having a few drinks had loosened Carol up and she was easily laughing and showing interest in me. We got a bit more relaxed with our personal space while dancing and didn't make any attempt to hide our growing arousal with one another and we readily ground into one another and shared some kisses while dancing. I was excited that things were moving quickly and in an unexpectedly positive direction for the night to end with sex!

When we got back to her apartment, she invited me in and of course I went. We had another drink and sat on the couch talking more. We were seated close together and eventually started kissing again. Very quickly, we both started letting our hands roam and, you guessed it, I went right for her tits, caressing those mounds through her dress. She took a little more leisurely approach working her hands across my shoulders and chest, slowly moving towards my unabashedly hard cock. She paused to comment on the feel of my physique and said she could tell I had played sports in college because I was still in very good shape. I thanked her and tried to show my appreciation by kissing her more deeply and sliding a hand under the hem of her dress onto her thigh.

Soon after, as she began massaging my cock through my pants, I made the move to unzip her dress and she shifted to allow me easy access. This was going right where I hoped it would! As I slid the dress off her shoulders, I was treated to the sight of her tits in a low cut strapless bra holding them up as if being offered for my private enjoyment. Both of my hands went straight to them and began caressing them as I slowly pulled the bra down to reveal them completely. She gasped slightly as the fabric slid across her erect pink nipples and I saw the flesh of her areolas rise up with goose bumps, revealing her arousal.

Carol started unbuttoning my shirt as we continued to kiss and as I fondled her tits, eventually getting to the point we had to stand to finish getting it untucked from my pants. As we stood, her dress fell to the floor and she was before me in just her heels and small pair of black thong panties. I paused to take her in with my eyes, enjoying the sight. She was not athletically thin and toned, but was in no way overweight. She was taller at about 5' 8" and had a very soft look about her well-shaped and curvaceous form. I was going to enjoy this!

She pulled my shirt off, ran her hands across my chest and down my abs to start working on my belt and pants. In a moment, as I kicked off my shoes, she slid my pants off and took my boxers right down with them, leaving me totally naked with my cock proudly standing up pointing at her. There was a little stream of precum that had streaked out as my boxers came off and it slowly slid down the underside of my quite swollen head. She smiled and reached her hand out to slowly feel my cock, running her hand up and down the length of my shaft. I pulled her closer and began kissing and licking her tits, gradually working towards her nipples, giving each one a few minutes of swirling with my tongue and sucking them into my lips. She moaned as she continued to stroke my cock and we made our way back onto the couch.

I pushed her back and began kissing down her stomach making my way towards her panty covered pussy. Though black, I could see a very clear wet patch on her panties and I hooked a finger under the front and slid them to the side revealing her nicely trimmed pink folds. I kissed my way up and down her pussy and slowly spread the lips and slid my tongue along the opening. She bucked her hips towards my face, meeting my tongue and began to flick it across her clit. As Carol moaned and pulled my head into her pussy, I went to work in earnest and brought her to orgasm fairly quickly.

With her juices on my lips and face, she pulled me towards her and asked me to stick my cock in her. I readily agreed and her pussy, though freshly warmed up, had to stretch to accommodate my generous erection. I eased in and out slowly, getting her slickness spread over my whole shaft, and then after a few moments, plunged all the way into her wet slit. She gasped and arched her back, reminding me that I needed to get to her tits. As I began pumping into her pussy, I leaned forward and grabbed her tits, sucking them alternately as we fucked. In just a few minutes, she came again, her pussy muscles squeezing my cock as she coated me with a fresh flow of her juices.

I was nearing my own climax and began pumping her furiously as I leaned back and gave her every inch I possibly could. As my own orgasm neared, I realized I needed a plan because I had no idea if she was on birth control or not and I didn't want to risk filling her with my load. It didn't take me long as I gazed at her heaving tits, still wet from my licking and sucking, and pulled my cock out and aimed it right at those beautiful globes. The first rope shot out with such force that it sailed over her head and hit the couch, trailing off on her hair. I aimed a little better and the next several shots all hit her tits and splashed across them and her neck. Each subsequent spurt was a little less forceful and ended up painting her torso until at last I was dribbling onto her bush.

Carol reached up and stroked my still hard cock, rubbing my cum and her pussy juice into it. It was highly sensitive at that point and almost felt like getting hit with a cattle prod, but I began to pump into her hand as my head swam with the sensations her hand was creating. After a minute of milking the last of my cum onto her stomach, Carol pulled me on top of her and began squirming under me as we kissed. My load smeared between our bodies and we were both covered in cum as I eventually rolled off to lie besides her on the couch.

Carol traced a couple of fingers through the cum on her tits, swirling it around her nipples, and commented on how much she enjoyed having cum on her body. I told her that looked incredibly sexy with my load on her and that I would be happy to help any time she needed it! We laid there together, alternately talking and kissing, as we came down from the high of our sex. After a bit, she invited me to clean up in the shower and we made our way to her small bathroom. We stepped in and began kissing again as the water washed over us. I had never gone totally soft and our tongue battle had me quickly rock hard again. Some days I really miss being 22 again with the stamina and fast rebound those days brought!

To my absolute delight, Carol reached down and started rubbing my cock which caused me to moan a little. She smiled up and me and noted that it had turned her on when I was pumping my cock in and out of her fist after I had cum on her and wanted to feel me again. With that opportunity, I told her that getting a handjob was one of my greatest sexual pleasures and she smiled as she said she would enjoy doing that for me now.

Carol had me turned away from the spray and got behind me, pressing herself against my back as she reached around with both hands, one lightly tracing up and down my stomach and chest as her other settled into a nice rhythm on my cock. The feeling of her tits sliding against my back and her hands both stimulating me had me worked up very quickly and after just a short time, I could tell I would be cumming again soon. She could sense the swelling in my cock as my orgasm neared and she began stroking faster, going all the way from the very tip of my cock head to the base of my shaft. The long strokes felt great and the first wave of cum launched out and hit the shower wall followed by a few more. I braced against the shower wall and let my orgasm subside as she held onto my cock until it gradually softened. We turned to face each other again and kissed as I thanked her for that pleasure.

We both dressed and I gave her a kiss goodnight as I walked out, and we agreed to stay in touch and get together again soon. Because it was late in the summer, I had to return to school so we only had a few more opportunities to get together and have sex, but each time was great and we agreed that even though I was going to be an hour away, we wanted to continue dating as often as we could.

While I was away, we spent hours on the phone every week, often talking for a couple of hours on the weekends. When we talked about our sexual encounters together, we were both open about how turned on we got and how we wished we could be together in that moment.

I suggested one night that I had to jerk off while we talked and she confided she had never experienced any sort of phone sex. We began sharing details of some of our sexual encounters together, what we liked, the feelings we recalled and how hot it had been.

The conversation turned to her asking me what I was doing and to describe it and how I was feeling. I had never talked about my masturbation with a woman let alone done it with one involved in any way whatsoever. The awkwardness was a real turn-on and added to the intensity of the moment. I shared with her how it felt to run my closed hand up and down my shaft and that it felt especially good when I had a lot of precum to lubricate my cock.

I could hear her breathe heavily as she listened and asked me about my cock and commented on how she enjoyed giving me the handjobs we had experienced together over the summer. As I neared my orgasm, she took over, quietly encouraging me to pump my cock for her in a very breathy voice that belied her own arousal. She wanted to hear me grunt and to know that I was shooting a load of cum just for her and that I would have it all over myself and how she wished she could be there to have it smeared over both of our bodies. I had an explosive orgasm under her encouragement and relished in the silence from her end of the call as she was no doubt trying to picture me jerking myself to orgasm and, perhaps touching herself as I did so.

When I finished, she asked me about jerking off and wanted to know how often I did it, how I did it, and what I thought about. We had a very candid discussion about my pretty much daily habit and she blew me away telling me that she desperately wanted to watch me masturbate the next time we got together. I agreed, though I have to admit it made me a little nervous with the thought of sharing such a personal and intimate moment usually enjoyed alone with another person. It turned out I wouldn't have to wait long.

On our call the next day, Carol told me her plans for the coming weekend had been canceled and she wanted to know if I could get away to spend the weekend with her. I had to put in a little extra work with school to make the timing work for me, but I told her I'd see Friday night, just three days away. I made up my mind not to masturbate at all until she and I got together and it was a hard wait, literally!

The drive from school to her apartment was fast as I made the trip quicker than I had ever done before, thinking about a weekend of no stress and just having sex with Carol. As I pulled up to her apartment and parked, Carol was waiting at her door. She pulled me inside and immediately started kissing me. As we kissed and groped, she started undressing me without so much as a "how was your trip?" and I realized she had been as anxious for this evening as I had been!

After she got my pants down and pulled my shirt off, she told me she had been thinking about how she wanted this to happen. She led me into her tiny dining room and had me stand against a wall. I noticed a pillow on the floor and she quickly slipped out of her clothes next to it. I started to lean in to kiss her and fondle her tits but she pushed me back against the wall and said she wanted to get right into this because she had been fantasizing all week since we last spoke.

She knelt on the pillow in front of me and asked me to start slowly. She was focused as I gripped the base of my cock with my left hand and stretched it to full erection then started sliding my right hand up and down just on the underside of the head where it is most sensitive. I kept up this small motion for several minutes before stroking along the whole length of the shaft for her.

Carol never took her eyes off the action but I could hear that her breathing had gotten a little heavier as she watched. After a few more minutes of this silent interaction, her hands that had been in her lap began moving around her pussy. She was lightly rubbing her clit but spread her knees apart just enough to allow her to trace her finger up and down her slit while she watched. Her other hand started massaging her tits and she took turns rolling her erect nipples between her fingers as she watched me masturbate.

As the feeling intensified, I slowed down my stroking to avoid cumming too soon -- I could tell we both wanted this to last awhile -- and she commented that this was a hot as she had thought it would be and that she found it to be "manly" in her words. She started telling me that seeing my hard cock sliding in and out of my fist was like raw sexuality and the idea of me pleasuring myself like that was making her incredibly wet. The running commentary certainly kept me on edge!

We continued like this for a while when she said she wanted to know when I was getting ready to cum because she wanted to take over at that point. I didn't know what she had in store but I was so aroused at that point that anything she had in mind was good with me.

I stroked myself faster and with a tighter grip because my balls were absolutely aching with the need to release. Between having done this for as long as we had been at it and not having had an orgasm for the last three days, I was in need and I was ready.

I told her I was on the verge of my orgasm and she quickly reached up and began stroking my cock with both of her hands, gliding effortlessly with the precum that had totally lubricated my shaft. It felt amazing and I began to urge her to make me cum and to squeeze harder as she stroked. My orgasm began to boil up from deep in my balls and my cock, now nearly purple, expanded to full size with that last moment build up that happens right before an orgasm and I began to moan as the load traveled up my shaft and began erupting on Carol's face.

She let the first two huge ropes hit her right in the face and it splashed down onto her tits and thighs, plastering her with what might have been an ordinary full load for most people, myself included. But I had saved up and we had stretched out the masturbation session long enough that this was no ordinary load.

As I felt my third shot making its way toward the tip of my cock, Carol shocked me by shoving her mouth down over my shaft and taking the next several shots of cum into the back of her throat. She greedily swallowed as much as she could but there was so much that some of it ran out and down her chin, falling to mix with the earlier shots on her tits and thighs.

She held me in her mouth till my orgasm ended with much more of my load dribbling down her face and onto her body. All I could do was grunt and moan and I watched the scene play out in front of me. The mental sensations of what was happening blew my mind as I had just experienced the most incredible act of baring my personal act of masturbation in front of her and having it conclude with her attacking my orgasm with the hunger of a whore completely lost in the lust of the moment.

As Carol continued to suck my deflating cock, she began rubbing my cum into her tits and torso. She scooped what she could off of her thighs and applied that to her tits, pulling on her nipples and then dropping one hand to her now sopping pussy. She kept my cock in her mouth and started pistoning a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy as she began to moan around my cock. In moments, she screamed as my cock popped out of her mouth and she convulsed with her own orgasm.

She fell over sideways onto the carpet and rolled to her back as she asked me to get down with her. We began writhing together, sharing the coating of my cum between our bodies and wrestled with our tongues, hungrily kissing one another. She pulled away and told me that this was one of the most amazing experiences she had ever had and that her orgasm was the most intense she remembered in a long time.

We got up and made our way to her bedroom and both fell onto the bed, our hands roaming one another's bodies as we kissed. After a time, I was hard again and asked if she wanted to fuck but to my surprise, she told me this weekend was going to be for nothing other than handjobs and masturbating together. While I was initially a little disappointed, the sheer eroticism of the idea of jerking off and being jerked off for an entire weekend was enough to get me on board.

She rolled onto her side and told me it was her turn to rub my cock and that I should lie back and enjoy it. Of course, being a sucker for a handjob, I had no problem complying. Carol played with my cock for a minute then sat up and moved down the bed to the edge and had me slide down so my hips were at the edge and my feet were resting on the floor. In this position, she was able to sit next to my waist and stroke me. Plus, this had the extra benefit of kind of forcing my hips up a little higher, making my cock stand out more predominantly, all sort of a visual enhancement of what we were doing.