Joan's First Cumshot

My virginal friend brought her hands back up to Paul's dick as the rest of us watched. Deep down, I, and I hope the rest of the room, knew that it was still the same Joanie sitting in that chair. The fact that she had her hands wrapped around a dick and that she had her 'goods' out on display didn't make her someone else. But I have to admit, it was hard to remember. She looked like she'd been waiting for this moment. It was an important part of any homeschooled girl's development to realize she was a grown woman with desires of her own. I just wished this wasn't that moment.

Joan started stroking him again. She bit her lip, staring at it head on. Paul's whole body shook as she played with his cock. No one's first handjob is very good, and Joan wasn't any different. She paused every few pumps to look up at him, like she needed proof he was still alive. But Paul was losing it. He was muttering something under his breath. I couldn't hear, but I'm sure it was heinous. Whatever it was, Joan took no notice. She kept on... keeping on.

Paul, evidently, needed more. After demanding she jerk him off and then that she take off her top for him, he still wasn't satisfied. He put his hand on the top of her head and rested all his weight on her. My dear Joanie did her best to keep her neck straight and to carry out her mission. The rest of us were treated to the sight of Paul's pale ass shaking as he approached that summit. It was a miracle it had taken so long, but as it approached, I grit my teeth. Did Joan even know what to expect?

"Shit," Paul said.

"Here we go!" from Jack. Joan's eyes darted to him for a second, and missed the moment itself. With one last pump, Paul gasped, thrust, and expelled the first shot of cum. It splashed against Joan's neck, dripping down between her breasts, and she emitted an "Oh!"

It wasn't the last. The next three made the first look like nothing. The second came with another thrust from Paul, and it streaked across Joan's cheek. She flinched again, unsure of what to expect, and then her mouth was painted with another two, both larger. "Oh my–" She stopped herself before the sacrilege came, but we all saw how the load bridged the gap between her upper and lower lip as she was dazzled by it. At least, then, it was over. What was left of Paul's semen dripped out over her fingers, and she lifted them free of his softening dick. By instinct, her hands went then to her mouth, and she winced. Yes, that's a man's cum on your hands, honey, I wanted to say. But we were speechless, one and all.

"Oh my gosh," she said, shutting her mouth. A drop of it fell onto her lap.