Headstrong Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Headstrong Ch. 03

... a good guy, taken me places, basically done what I'd wanted him to do. Certainly obeyed my rules when we were making out. So, being a "headstrong bitch" - that's what I've heard a few high school sluts have called me - I fixed it. As he was sniffing and moping, I undid three buttons of my blouse, reached in and pulled my bra down below my boob, and then took his hand and put it on my bare tit.

His gasp was SO cute! But not nearly as good as those I got when I put my hand on his dick, undid his pants, reached in, pulled it out and gave John his first hand job. I started really slowly, just feathering my fingertips all around the head, then rubbing the pre-cum all over it. Then just sliding my fingers up and down over the magic button on the underside where the head and shaft meet. From my experience with Ted I knew that spot was just irresistible.

In no time John was thrusting his cock up and down, trying to fuck my fingers, gasping really loud, and moaning between gasps. So fun! He was different than Ted. His penis was smaller, but it had a nice curve to it, was hard as a rock, and the skin was really soft and smooth. I liked it. I liked how it smelled. My original plan was simply to grab his dick and jerk him off fast, just like I'd done a bunch of times with Ted. When he got too horny for words, needed a fix, and we didn't have time to fuck.

But then I had an idea. An idea I liked. I wondered if I could get John to come only by using my fingertip on that special ...

... spot. Given such an intriguing question, the scientific method seemed the best answer. I began testing my hypothesis.

Just like when I'd first played with Ted's penis, it was so fun to get John's to twitch, jerk, and swell, but this time just by fingering that one spot. I found John was even easier to read than Ted, and each time he'd get right to the edge, start trembling and gasping, I'd stop. Take my finger off him, take his face in my hands and kiss him. Then ask him, in my sweetest girly voice, "John, do you want me to put my finger back on you? On your PENIS?"

As I did it over and over, John became less able to form words. But he kept trying. And nodded his head when his voice failed him. So sweet.

After he'd nod, I'd lick my fingertip and rub that spot on his penis again, but watch him very closely so I could stop before he shot. It was so cool how he just sat there, transfixed, his cock straining, twitching and drooling. This was SO fun! His moans were just delicious! After each time I stopped and I'd tell him,"John, settle down now. You're going to come, but not yet, not until I'm ready. Understand?"

I always took his moans to mean yes and would say something like, "Good. Now relax. I'll wait until your penis quits throbbing and trying to ejaculate. Do you like that word, John, e-jac-u-late?"

Moan.

"I do, too. I'm really excited to see your nice penis shoot out all its stuff - EJACULATE! - but it's not time yet. So, tell me how are you doing? Is it ...