Her hand flew to my zipper as I reluctantly brought my hands to my belt. She slipped a hand in and scooped it out, a thrill running through it as her cool fingers encircled it.
"It is soft but hard underneath," she said squeezing it gently.
I groaned softly as she slid her hand up onto the head.
"This is the sensitive bit," she said with a slight giggle.
"Mm, yes." I said, my voice straining.
"Can you take your trousers right off?" she asked releasing me.
I lifted my hips and slid my trousers down to my knees.
"And your shorts."
I raised my hips again and slid them down a little bit then took my cock to tuck it through the fly. Her eyes were fixed on my cock when it popped free as I pulled the waistband down.
She slipped down onto her knees beside me, her hands pulling my shoes off and then reached to pull my trousers and shorts right off.
"Open your legs a bit," she asked. "I want to see how your balls hang."
I opened them and she leant in, hands on my knees, to get a close up look.
"Can you stand up?" she asked looking up to me.
She smiled at me as I looked quizzically at her. "He's standing in the story."
I stood and she reached to cup my balls, hefting them to test their weight then giving them a gentle squeeze.
I felt a quick stab of pain, sucking in air through my teeth, as she tested one between her finger and thumb.
"Sorry," she said releasing me quickly.
"I'm okay" I said faking a grin.
"How do I masturbate you?" she asked, taking hold of my cock again.
"Have you seen it in porn films? The way they do it there?" I asked a shiver streaking down my back from the thrill of her touch and the sight of her pretty face inches from it.
"Yes, but that's all fake, you don't know what to trust there."
"Spit on your hand, smear it over the head and just keep rubbing over and around the sensitive shiny skin."
She was spitting before I finished telling her. I groaned again with the pleasure of her light touch, putting my hand on her head to steady myself. She took that as a cue to lean in and begin tentatively licking at my helmet as her hand slipped down to hold the shaft.
I watched as she pushed down on it feeling her lips sliding over it as she took it in. I felt the pleasure flow through me as her tongue started to flick across the underside.
She backed off. "It's too big to get in properly," she said looking up at me.
It took me a second to focus. "Yes, I've got a thick one that I'd trade for length."
"No, I've read that thick ones give more pleasure than a thin long one."
She leant in to look at it again. "What about your precum? Isn't it supposed to be leaking out?"
"I was born without it I think, I've never noticed any," I said, eyes closed still drawing pleasure from her holding it.
I felt her lips slid back over, her sucking drawing me back into her mouth, the warm wet pressure sending another light shiver down my back.
"Oh Heather, "I groaned as she began gently bobbing her head.
Her other hand circled around my thigh and gripped my cheek as she started to speed up, amid all the pleasure I could feel myself draw near. My breath was getting shorter and my hips starting to wriggle and jerk.
"I'm cumming," I said, pushing out the words.
Even as I said it I cried at the thrill of my orgasm. My cock jerking as my seed filled her mouth; she gagged and arched back with the second spurt spraying her lips and nose.
The third splashed down over her t-shirt as she leant back further, spluttering as she quickly brought her hand up to wipe her nose clean.
"Sorry," I said sitting on the edge of the settee where my wobbly legs had dumped me.
She looked down at the wetness on her t-shirt and wiped her hands in it before pulling it up to wipe her face.
"I didn't expect so much," she said letting the t-shirt fall and cut off the sight of her breasts snug inside a lacy bra.
"I think that was me getting super aroused," I said my breathing getting back to normal.
"It does taste salty," she said rolling her tongue around in her mouth. "And maybe a little sweet."
I looked down for my clothes, seeing them just behind her. "If we're finished pass my trousers over."
"Well yes and no," she said. "Wait a minute while I get this thing off."
She stripped the soiled t-shirt off. "I know a lot more about dicks and men now."
My eyes flew back to her face as she paused.
"I've never had someone play with my pussy, I've never had an orgasm..." Her voice trailed off leaving an expectant look on her face.
"Heather!"
"Well we've gone this far, I want a first hand experience, I've never even had someone suck my nipples. I had a couple of drunken fucks and then I was pregnant with him."
"Oh Heather," I said, her confession arousing sympathy in me. "Was this why you tried to blackmail me?"
"Yes in a way," she said flicking her eyes to meet mine. "I want to find out what I'm missing, even with all my dildos and things masturbation isn't like the real thing. I know what a throbbing dick feels like, show me what it's like to have my pussy licked."
She reached around her back and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and revealing her firm breasts. As I watched she stood and slipped her thumbs into the waistband and begin to peel her leggings down.
I could feel my cock stirring as she bent I looked past her dangling breasts to the thatch between her legs.
"I'm clean and I've still got a nice body," she said standing nude with her leggings pooled around her ankles.
I saw her eyes light on my swelling cock. "You can even fuck me if you've got a condom."
The sight of her young body broke whatever resistance I had left.
