Novel & Cerita Best Handjob Story

Hey Gena, I will tell you a secret, but you cannot "tell no one or I will get in lots of trouble. Gena said, I won’t tell anyone, promise. Jordan says, well, I touched it and it was real hard. Gena said, you touched it? Yeah, it felt good, nobody knows, but I kissed it to, my brother tasted good. Gena said, I am going to kiss my brother’s dick when he is asleep and see how feels and tastes. Gena asked Jordan if she already has had sex. She replied “No”, she said she only saw p**n on the internet. Jordan told Gena, she couldn’t believe the size of some black guy’s dicks. Jordan asked, how about you? Gena said, well, promise not tell? Jordan said, I promise. Steve fucked me in the limousine on

“Tell me… how often do you touch yourself?” “Not so often…” I answered with a crying moan, my fingers moving quicker. “When was the last time you did?” he pressed. “I have touched myself every night ever since the first time I saw you…” I cried out, my voice breaking as I added a third finger, stretching myself. A deep groan left him. “Fuck… look at that pretty dripping sight.” Then, without hesitation, he walked closer, knelt between my spread legs, and clamped his hands underneath my folded thighs.

I left the journal on his nightstand at his loft the next morning on purpose. He found it while I was in the shower. When I came out wrapped in a towel he was sitting on the bed reading with a serious look. “You wrote this last night?” he asked. I nodded and sat beside him. “Yes.” He closed the book gentle. “Double penetration. My cock in your ass and a dildo in your pussy.” “I know it is a lot. I have never done it before.” He looked at me straight. “You really want to try it?” “I do. I trust you Jax, i want to feel that full with you.”

Kieran's POV: I have always known that Adrien will be a savage in bed. It is written on his face. However, the fact that he has never been with a man before but still managed to make a man who is a tough cookie, see stars, he is a natural. When he rubbed the head of my dick with his tattooed hand, I could not stand still. Moreover, that is the hottest sight that I have ever seen. I never knew receiving a handjob would be such a mind blowing experience.

My precum leaked all over his massive fist as he expertly worked my cock, stroking the shaft but focusing underneath my sensitive tip. He pulled my shaking hand into his robe and I felt his hairy cock plumping up slowly. “Touch it, baby.” I wrapped my fingers around its hot thickness, and it was like my hand was wrapped around a hot soda can! Its stiffening shaft was wide, and its spongy head was very big and soft. “Wow.” I exhaled while giving the shaft a few strokes. He chuckled. I couldn’t let it go. I tugged and squeezed it again and again, and he let out an aroused grunt at every tug. We jerked each other off on the couch, his hand in my shorts while mine was in his robe, both of our co

And the combination of that with his fingers working wonders on my clit was just too intense for me to continue. The throbbing in my pussy carried up to the pit of my belly and didn't know when I moved my hand down to guide his own where I wanted it. He was back to kissing my neck then and he chuckled lightly against my skin. Goosebumps quickly resurfaced on my skin, as if they had been waiting for the right moment to. As soon as my hand came in contact with his own, he pulled back and brought it back up to pin it against the wall beside my hand. He switched hands then, using his second hand on my pussy. At that point, I couldn't wait anymore. I tried using my second hand but he caught it an

I came hard, screaming his name as my pussy clenched around his fingers, juices flooding his hand. But he wasn’t done. He pulled his fingers out and looked at me with dark, hungry eyes. “I’m going to fist you,” he said, voice rough. “You’re going to take my whole hand like the dirty girl you are.” I moaned at the words, spreading my legs wider. He slicked his hand with my juices and slowly pushed four fingers inside me, then his thumb. The stretch was intense, burning in the most delicious way as he worked his hand deeper. I cried out, my pussy stretching around his fist as he pushed in until his knuckles were inside me.

"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."

I bit my lip, feeling a shameful rush of desire course through me at the mere thought. He reached out to me and said, "Give me your hand." I hesitated for a moment before tentatively extending my hand towards him. In one swift motion, he yanked me up from the bed, pulling me into a sitting position with him. He guided my hand toward his cock with a firm grip, and as soon as my fingers made contact with his throbbing length, I couldn't help but gasp. It felt so foreign yet exhilarating. He enveloped my hand with his, guiding me in the rhythm of his strokes, back and forth, back and forth. Mesmerized, I watched as his cock twitched and pulsed in my hand, succumbing to his control.

Pretty sure I told her I'm the gift but the way she strokes the steel between my legs signify it's the other way round; she's pleasuring me instead of using me. I thought today would be one of the worst, to watch her leave and not see her for another two months eventhough all we do is bicker but looks like the tide has turned. It's the best day ever. This is the greatest, most awesome, most rewarding handjob I've ever had, incomparable to those given by the experts -yeah I've had my fair share of women- or my own right hand despite the sloppiness. The skill doesn't count at this particular moment, the fantasy of having my beloved wife doing it counts.