Nora's Tale: 7 - I Take Levi in My Hands - Sex Stories

Nora's Tale: 7 - I Take Levi in My Hands

... wearing. I carefully wrapped a thumb and forefinger around it, feeling where it met his shaft. There was a gathering of wrinkled skin here, pulled back from the swollen head. “This is your foreskin?” I asked. “Yes,” Levi said. “It’s not what I expected.” I had seen pictures in health class, of course, but none of them really compared. I used the wring of my fingers to slide it down, testing how stretchy it was. “Dear God, Norrra,” Levi hissed. He breathed deeply for a moment, then said, “It looks different when I’m soft.” Far from soft, he was harder than ever from this gentle tug. “Is that a sensitive spot?” I asked, pulling on it again. “Mmm,” Levi hummed in agreement. “Especially right under the head. That’s the frenulum.” With my other hand, I pressed a finger to the V-shaped crease under his head, where his skin was gathered. I traced the outline of it gently – back and forth – watching intently for Levi’s reaction. He moaned quietly, and I thought his eyes might have been closed. “Oh, darling,” he whispered. “You are a wonderful student.” I was very pleased hearing this, and I wanted to make him proud. My fingers began to wander once more, and I made sure to look up at Levi consistently to see the effect of touching each inch of my skin. He was right; I was a good student – at least in all other areas – and I used my scientific precision to test Levi now, making a catalog in my head. In addition to his frenulum, the rest of the ridge around his head was quite ...

... sensitive. Levi was very responsive to the underside of his cock as well. I ran my fingers along it, tracing the smoothness and causing him to mutter incomprehensibly. I experimented with different pressures, pushing a little harder with each stroke, until I heard Levi moan. “That’s it, darling,” he panted. A small pearly bead formed at his tip, oozing slowly out. Instinctually, I pressed a finger against it, then brought it closer to my face to inspect. It almost shimmered, I thought. I pressed my finger against my thumb and rubbed them together, feeling how sticky and viscous it was. This was pre-come, I knew that much. When my eyes returned to Levi’s cock, there was more of it waiting for me, and I rubbed it into his head, drawing circles of varying size. Levi groaned, twitching under my fingers, as I worked to coat his head in his own fluid. It seemed the whole thing was very sensitive. I was so excited now, I wanted to really get going. I stood up, making Levi take a startled step backwards, then swung him around so we had switched directions. “Sit,” I commanded. Levi obliged, his eyes wide with surprise from my authoritative tone. But when he got over himself, he began to smile. I made it falter once more as I pushed open his legs and knelt between them. “Oh, Norrra,” he groaned, torn between arousal and concern. “Your knees...” “Are fine,” I said. In fact, the knee-highs I was wearing cushioned them nicely against the hard ground. Even if it weren’t so, I would have endured ...