A hand-job

Adam looked magnificent standing between her thighs with his rampant manhood still as hard as ever. Winlay braced herself with an elbow against the unforgiving surface of the table lifting her hand to touch the line of hair that ran from his chest over his hard abdominal muscles. She could see the Templar Captain's resolve weaken and when her hand caressed the head of his shaft still damp from her juices it twitched against her soft palm.

The poor man backed away, but Winlay followed him mercilessly. She slid from the table and dropped onto her knees at his feet so close to his swollen member that she could see the blood throbbing under the soft layer of skin and the scent of her womanly juices was unmistakable.

“What about your needs Adam?” Winlay asked as she wrapped her hand around his hot flesh putting an end to his retreat. "I can feel your pressure." She gave his cock a gentle squeeze before ending her appeal "I think I can help you Adam, if you let me try." Winlay knew about 'hand-jobs' and 'blow-jobs' she had even spent an awkward afternoon listening to two of her well-meaning friends try to convince her that with her breasts she could have her pick of the village bachelors if she'd let the men flap her tits, but until this moment she had always been turned off by the idea of touching a penis like that. Now she began to appreciate why her friends would do this.

“Landers!” Moaned Adam and his rod pulsed in her hands. Winlay was mesmerized by the sight of Adam's penis, it was over twenty centimeters in length and so thick she wondered how it had ever fit inside her sex. Its head was a dark shade of red and it bobbed and swayed like it had a life of its own. A drop of fluid glistened at his tip and without any conscious thought; her finger touched the drop of moisture causing his penis to throb in response. She started thinking of the member that had sprouted from Adam's groin as having a will of its own, different from Adam. It was this pulsing alien life form that she had to satisfy in order to release the pressure that was threatening to overwhelm the man.

Winlay felt suddenly powerful as she held Adam in her hands. She was able to control 110 kilos of trained muscle with the touch of her hands. In an act of shameless wickedness that before now she had refused to ever even consider, Winlay lowered her mouth to Adam's swollen head and licked the new drop of white ooze that was forming it the tiny slit.

Winlay knew what this throbbing thing wanted. It wanted to **** its way back between her legs and claim her as its prize. Her already wet pussy suddenly felt even damper as a surge of warmth from within her responded to the creature's mystical call. Winlay ignored her body's treacherous response and wrapped her fingers around its thickness, squeezing it firmly in an attempt to control it. She became accustom to the velvety soft skin that stretched tightly around the solid inner shaft and found that her fingers couldn't meet when she tried to encircle his thickness. Experimentally she ran the 'C' of her fingers up and down the shaft, she could see the pulsing of the dark veins just beneath the skin and heard Adam's moan from what seemed very far away.

Another clear drop oozed from the mouth and Winlay used her other hand to smear the slick fluid over the purple bulb that was its head. She ran her hand up and then down the entire length of the shaft again, and became aware that without some kind of lubrication that the chafing of her hands on the delicate skin could become painful. Lifting her hand to her mouth she filled the palm with saliva and stroked the being again. This time her hand slid smoothly over the entire length and she could feel it throb in response. Kneeling at Adam's side she returned her attention to the member that jerked and bobbed as she stroked it.

'So this was a hand job.' The thought surprised her. She had always thought of rubbing a man's penis as being distasteful, but this was not at all like what she imagined. She ran her hand several times over the shaft, experimenting with different grips and degrees of firmness trying to find the one that would be most pleasing.

She heard Adam speaking but ignored his words, concentrating instead on pleasing this separate being that was responding to her touch. Soon she found just the right combination and after moistening her palm again she began to stroke the cock with newfound expertise. She knew she was getting close from the response of its head; its little mouth gaped open and closed like a fish, each time leaking a little more fluid. As she sensed the climax was getting near, she used her other hand to complete the ring that encircled the penis as she continued to stroke its full length with both her small hands.

She knew in theory what to expect, but when the penis suddenly pulsed in her hands she still gave an exclamation of surprise as great fountains of thick white goo erupted through her fingers and shot into the air. Her hands were now slick with cum and she slid them even harder over the thing, milking the last few milliliters of fluid from its mouth. Winlay knew she had succeeded in taming the beast in her grip because she could feel the life drain out of the penis as it softened in her hands.

Winlay had become so wrapped up in the idea that it was this alien life form that she had to satisfy, that she was a little surprised when Adam lifted her to his feet and covered her lips with his. Clearly he had appreciated her efforts, and his kisses were enflaming her need for him as quickly as before. In fact, the tingling in her puckered nipples and the tightness in her loins were as strong as before, if not stronger. She also saw to her surprise that that Adam's manhood was swelling again, she had only temperarily subdued Adam's member. Would he place her on the table again? Winlay trembled with a combination of desire and apprehension.

Would Adam's attitude change now that she had proved to him that she was not as pure as he first thought?