A Catholic Lesson in Sex-- Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Catholic Lesson in Sex-- Part 1

... pubic hair. My cock seemed to stiffen even more, if it was possible. A small dribble of precum ran down the length of my member. “Well, the way that I understood it was you need to grab the shaft and jerk the skin up and down. But it looks like you were circumsized, so that may be a problem, so you need lube.” “Okay?” I began. I watched her walk over to her night stand and grab a bottle of lotion, noting how her tits bounced as she moved. She walked back over and squirted some into her hand, rubbing it all over my cock, which sent shivers up my spine. “So I guess it's something like this...” she began, and started stroking my member slowly, each pump making me feel better and better. “Does that feel good?” She asked me. I sort of half grunted, half nodded, feeling the waves of pleasure. She took that to mean it was correct, and started going a bit faster. The jerking made little gooey sounds, over and over again. This was the best feeling I'd ever had. It was like angels were singing to my cock. Within minutes, a strange feeling began to come over me. My thighs tingled and my brain was beginning shutdown mode. It felt like I was going to pee. I reached my hand out to signal my sister to stop. “What's the matter?” She asked. “It... it felt weird.” I stammered. She still had her hand wrapped around my cock, with a feeling like I was in hell since she stopped. She just brushed it off and started again. I groaned in pleasure as my orgasm built again, but this time she didn't stop. My toes curled and I arched back a bit, as all the buildup blew out my cock. A jet of cum came and splattered on my chest, and then another hit the sheets next to me. Elizabeth was jerking at maximum speed now, as rope after rope of cum came out my cock. It was pure bliss. My orgasm began to fade, and I relaxed again, laying down on the bed. “So?” she asked. “Pure bliss.” I said.