Best Handjob Story Novels & Stories

"Please, i need you." She looked down to see his balls getting bigger. "Touch me." He whispered to her ear. Sabrina gaped at the huge shaft. It even twitched a lot. She was completely lost in the presence of the huge lord thst she didn't realise when he guided her arms to his dick. She felt somethimg warm on her palm and realised she was holding him. He led her hands up, down as he threw his head back, moaning loudly. Sabrina was still in a daze. She was giving someone she didn't know a handjob. "No sex."

My hands found his belt, I unbuckled it, then slid his zipper down and his cock didn't wait, it sprang out with force in his boxers. I slid my hand in and found his throbbing cock. It was strong, erect with veins prominently lined on it threatening to burst out of the boxers. I pulled it out and gently started rubbing it. My fingers brushed over the tip and the precum wet my fingers. The precum served as a lubricant. Reducing friction of the handjob I was giving him. He let out an animalistic groan as more precum spat out of his tip. Then he planted his soft, succulent lips on mine again and started kissing me with a hunger and passion Justin has never kissed me with.

Then, just inches of entry, she stopped. We read many stories from pulp XXX books, Penthouse Letters and other magazines, to the internet, passing them back and forth between us. We never imagined that one of those stories would become an actual memory, much less that two would. But now she summoned a particular story to both of our minds. She signaling her choice by asking Jace not to use his hands except on her tits for now. This meant she was going to fuck him, and more important, in keeping with the story she picked, I was going to help. She kept her eyes on me, giving a nod which I returned, saying without words that I was on the same page.

I felt his warm breath on my ear. "So, how did it start with your mom?" Pete gasped. I squeezed his hand, moving up a bit till his fingers could feel my bra. "Okay, not fair. I'll start." I told the story in vivid detail. Pete tried to gently pull back, I pulled him tighter, placing his hands on my little titties. When I got to the part where dad came all over me in that shower, I could feel Pete's erection. I think Pete has a big dick. His big hands held my breasts. I was filling my undies. I was so fucking horny. I finished my story, telling about that night in dad's bed. We were both panting. I turned in Pete's arms, looked up.

I catch his hand and guide it to my crotch. I want to have sex with you." His fingers curl around my rigid pole. He slides them up my shaft and strokes my cock-head with his thumb and index finger "Yeah," I whisper. "That feels good." I kick the covers away, then reach over and grip his hard-on. We lie in the dark, jacking each other's hot rods. This is the first time I've touched another guy's hard dick. I stroke his cock like it's my own, running my fist up and down its hard shaft and rubbing my thumb and index finger over its precum-slick cock-head.

"Make it twenty." "That is far too long." "You guys are looking to be smashed." We both head upstairs, where she immediately drops my pants. "You don't mess around, baby." "It's because I like doing this." I can see myself turning this girl into a maniac. I have never met a girl in my life that enjoys giving a handjob; then again, I have not met a girl her age that is a virgin either. A half an hour later, Devan and I are out the door on the way to our next job.

His hand shakes as he fills both to the rim. "Yeah. Go on," I prompt. "There was this girl. At work. She would flirt with me. At first I thought she was like that with everyone, but then I realized it was just me. Oh God," he stops his frantic explanation to take a drink, "long story short, we had sex. Just once. I swear to God, Pen, it only happened once. One time."

I panted and rolled my head back when he leaned down to kiss, lick and bite my breasts through the bra, his hard, calloused fingers pinching the hard buds as I rubbed my thighs together, his hot cock getting heavier and heavier in my palm. He cursed under his breath and pushed his face between my breasts and moaned my name when he trembled. His hips jerked as I felt his hot cum shoot all over my hand and jeans. My eyes lingered on the pearly white seed, licking my lips as I slowly stroked him, his body shivering with sensitivity. After couple more strokes, I pulled my hand from his semi hard dick to his arm, feeling the corded veins tense underneath my touch. That tense muscle made me pull b

I'd heard horror stories about the first time being painful if not done right. He claimed my lips again, continuing to play with my ass. His other hand was now busy trying to get rid of my bra. I tried to help, but he pushed my hands away and inserted his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as he squeezed my cheek and then climbed on top of me completely. "Go ahead, little wolf, move your hips," he ordered, and I felt my legs shake. I complied without hesitation, rocking my hips back and forth. “Ah, you are already wet for me?”

I guess this was the thank you I got for saving his life last night. If he did not want to talk about it, fine. No point forcing it. But I had to show him who was in charge. I pinned him to the bed, my left hand seizing both of his wrists above his head. My right hand slid down slowly, slipped under the waistband of his undies and then I gave him a handjob.. I loved how he moaned out and deep down, I just felt like I needed to please him always.. I whispered to him and let go..