A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... as his leg pulled away from my screaming pussy, so I could lower his pants.

I nodded, as I downed the zipper and gripped his waistband at the hips. With no further thought, I yanked his shorts and underwear down, and cleared his ten-inch monster. I leaned forward to push them down his legs and his hot, hard pole thudded against my nose, slid off the side and rested on my cheek, touching my lips. I should have stopped, but I needed those shorts off. Resisting the urge to kiss, lick, and suck his salty, sweaty cock, I told myself, a hand job is not crossing the line. Touch it, stroke it, feel the hard heat, but penetration is off-limits.

He began rocking side to side, rubbing his manhood against my face, and I leaned away from him, as I pushed the shorts past his knees, wondering if I'd have to drop to my knees to get them past his ankles. Luckily, he kicked them down and off, once they passed his knees and I brought my hands up to grip him.

"Hands only, Mark. You're trying to break the rules already! Hands only and just this once. I just had to touch it," I said, as my left hand palmed his balls and my right, the base of his shaft. His balls were so warm and seemed much bigger than Wayne's. The shaft seemed nearly twice as long and one and a half times the diameter.

With his shorts and underwear off, he pressed his knees back against my wet bottoms, and I pushed back to meet him, once again clamping him with my thighs.

"Oh fuck, your hands are so warm and soft, ...

... Mrs. Stilson. That feels so good..." His moans took over, as my right palm pressed against him sliding up the length of his shaft.

Hearing him say it, seemed to give my mind the green light. "Damn, it's so fucking big and your skin is so silky smooth, I've never felt anything like..."

"Oh!" he gasped, as my palm reached his cleft, smearing his pre-cum against the sensitive area on the front of his cock head. "I like that dirty little mouth, Mrs. Stilson."

He had me so revved up, I had used the F-word. I only recall using it once. Wayne went down on me for the first time, and I let out a screaming "Fuck!" as he made me come. We were in his apartment alone at the time. The next time he did it, he tossed me a pillow to muffle the screams before he began. It pissed me off and there was no orgasm that night.

I call that sensitive spot below the cleft, the 'man-clit'. I discovered it during that first hand job in junior high, and it's proved true on every cock I've ever touched. I coined the phrase in high school with Michael Roberts at the library, when I made him come in his pants with my foot under the table. Once again, it proved true.

Now, I pressed harder, moving my palm in small circles on the magic spot, loving the complete rush of feeling Mark's giant cock and knowing I could make him come so easily. But I stopped myself. This was a one-time thing and I wanted to enjoy his exceptional cock while I had the chance.

I slid my hand over his cock head, coating ...