Headstrong Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Headstrong Ch. 03

... safe for me to touch your cute cock again?"

Moan.

Now, you may think I was being mean, but I wasn't. I was just having fun. And John liked it. Just fine. Probably. He could have stopped me, but he didn't, did he.

Each time I began fingering him again I'd improvise something like, "John, I like your nice penis. I like how it's hot, how it twitches when I finger this spot. Do you like what I'm doing?"

Moan.

"Do you want to come, John? Do you want to..." I'd pause for effect, "ejaculate?"

He's always stammer something, which I knew meant yes.

Now just before Ted shoots, his whole body tightens up and all his muscles clench. Each time John did it, I'd simply remove my finger. And hold his hands as I kissed him. See, I was having so much fun that I didn't want it to end, but was worried that John was getting so horny, so desperate, that he might try finish himself off.

After I'd kiss him, I'd explain the rules of our game again. That, as long as he was good, he was going to get to come, but not yet. His moans were so sad, but really endearing. Each time I'd start fingering his dick again, I'd tell him that it was definitely going to be THIS TIME that I would keep going and finally let him come. Finally make him come.

A few times I actually meant it, but changed my mind at the last minute.

Eventually, when John was writhing in the seat, shivering and gasping, I did. Both mean it, and touch him off. That first jet was awesome, so impressive! Almost ...

... shot all the way to his face. I caught the last bit of it in my hand and used it as lube when I wrapped my fingers around his dick and jacked it, hard and fast.

How he bucked and gasped! So cool! I kept going and made his penis keep ejaculating, or at least trying to, even after he didn't have any cum left to shoot. Or ooze. Even dribble. His slit would just open and close like the mouth of a fish out of water. I knew it was getting too intense for him, but I wanted his first hand job to be memorable. So I kept that fish gasping for air.

Until he couldn't take it any more, and his hand clapped onto mine. He made such a sweet, desperate pleading sound that of course I stopped.

Well, after I made him buck and whimper by jacking his dick a few more times. Just a little bonus. Then I took his head in my hands, put it down on my shoulder, and stroked his back as John tried to recover. He'd been very sweet, had once again obeyed my rules, and he seemed very happy. Especially after I put his hand on my bare tit again.

I felt good, too. He was tweaking my nipple very nicely, and I felt wonderfully tingly. It's odd how doing something sexual can bond you to another person, and I felt much more connected to John.

Now, let me be honest. I truly liked John, wanted to make him feel better instead of being so sad, but mostly I wanted to keep him interested in me until I decided it was time we would go our separate ways. And he HAD threatened to break up with me. Unless I did ...