Jerk off under the table

Not willing to waste this moment, you slowly work your rock hard shaft out of your pants and begin to gently glide your hand up and down its length.

With your other hand, you take out your phone and rest it on the table, pretending to lazily browse as you begin recording, waiting to capture the moment Emily tastes your and Maddies mixture.

You see Emily get up and toss away the now empty carton, and when she returns she seems to notice how overfilled she’s made the glass. “Oops”

You feel as if the world is in slow motion as she leans in to take her first sip.

As her bottom lip touches the glass, she blinks at the perfect moment, and for a split second she looks like a sensual lover about to slurp up her mans hard earned mess.

You spot something floating on the surface of the thick “liquid”, and you recognize it as a tiny, ginger ass hair. The perfect garnish to this sinful cocktail, but just as quickly as you spot it, it’s gone as it’s slurped into Emilys lips alongside a large mouthful of foul, ass flavour sperm.

She sips the slimy substance far too quickly and you hear her **** slightly *guh!* as she nearly inhales some. Still, she manages to keep it in her mouth as her cheeks are eventually ballooned full with the mixture.

You only jerk faster, and your already stimulated cock jumps, as you’re shocked to see Emily begin experimentally swishing the gelatinous colon cum in her mouth.

She eventually gulps down the large load, smacking her lips and making a satisfied hum.

A tiny jet of pre-cum spurts out of your cock as you dare to comment “looks like you’re enjoying that.”

An uncertain look crosses her face as Emily thinks “i feel like it should taste awful but…” you see her squirm in the booth seat, and you can hear her legs rub together “I don’t know, it’s good.”

For a long while you sit, contentedly recording and jerking off while you admire Emily and her slowly draining glass.

“Uh, can i ask you something a bit weird?” Your blood runs cold as Emily breaks the silence.

You try to put on your best innocent face as you reply “sure, ask away.”

She looks anxious as she turns her gameboy off, sliding it to the side. You can see her breathing quicken as she works up the nerve to say something, and you’re pleased to watch as she takes a long steadying sip of her drink.

“So-“ she begins “- you and maddie were doing dir- i- i mean, having sex last night right?”

O… kay.

“That’s a bit blunt, but yeah, we were.” You patiently wait for her to continue, ask something else, but she only adjusts her barrettes while you look at her blankly.

“Did you… just want a yes or no?”

Now emily begins picking at the table, seemingly fidgeting with everything she possibly can to quell her anxiety. Finally, she continues “well, how does it work… exactly?”

Immediately about a billion questions of your own floods your mind, and you can only give her a long confused look, “you’re joking, right?”

Clearly that wasn’t the right thing to say, as Emily sudden let’s out a frustrated mix between a groan and a sob, burying her face in her hands as a flush creeps up onto her forehead.

She mutters between her hands, “i know i only met you yesterday, but you’re the only guy i have to talk to about this…”

Briefly, you take your hand off your cock, instead using it to reach over and place a comforting hand on Emilys arm. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Im just… a bit confused, you’re 18 yeah, wouldn’t you be a Senior? You should’ve had plenty of Sex-Ed by now.”

Emily lets out another groan before explaining, “in middle school… i shared health class with a girl who would always bully me and well…”

You wait patiently for her to continue, rubbing her arm slightly “-well, i started skipping.”

That still doesn’t explain things, “okay-“ you tread cautiously “-but i mean, that shouldn’t-“ before you can continue Emily elaborates.

“No, i- … i started skipping and that just kind of snowballed, like even yesterday I tried to talk to a friend about it, and she looked at me like i had two heads!”

You sigh a bit, trying to decide how to even begin. “Okay uh, I’ll give you some pointers”

At that Emilys mood immediately brightens up, and she sits upright and attentive, waiting to cling onto your every word.

“Alright just, before we begin, can you give me a baseline, like, say you and me-“ you gestures between yourself and Emily “-just came back from our third date-“

You notice Emilys face get a little redder than before, you continue “- and say we’re going to have sex, how do you think that would go?”

Emily lets out a short breathy laugh, “oh, i think it’d go great!”

She seems to realize her mistake, and she slaps a hand to her forehead before continuing, flustered. “No, i mean- uh… we’ll we’d take our clothes off…”

“Yeah”

“And uh… well my pussy would be wet, and… i guess you’d have a boner?”

“Pretty much.”

“And then…-“ she’s having trouble getting the words out at this point, embarrassment, alongside something else, tripping her up. “-and then you’d put your penis inside of me…”

You nod encouragingly, beginning to stroke your cock under the table once more. “Keep going, you’re passing with flying colors.”

She nods, “okay- and then you’d swish your penis around inside me.”

“Yea- wait what?”

Emily nods her head with renewed energy, as if it had just clicked into place in her mind “yeah yeah! And then you’d use it to write out the letters of the alphabet!”

Went a bit off the rails there.

“Well uh, I don’t want to burst your bubble, but… that’s not exactly right.”

Emily visibly deflates upon hearing this, “wait, well… what about blowjobs? When a girl blows into a guys penis, does it all go into his bladder or something?”

This was next level, you think to yourself that even Amanda probably has a more functional knowledge of sex than this.

Suddenly, an idea. A delightfully devilish idea.

“Listen. I have to go soon, and… this is a pretty broad topic.” You pause for a moment, feigning as if you’re trying to make an important decision. “Tell you what, if you’d like… i could give you some proper lessons sometime, make up for all those missed classes.”

You see her expression relax, a relieved, almost serene smile filling her face as her shoulders release some built up tension “are you sure? Arthur you don’t know how much that would mean to me. Thank you.”

You smile back, “trust me, it’s my pleasure.”

***

You continue to jerk yourself off under the table for the next few minutes, wondering to yourself if she’d feel a spray of cum on her legs, when an opportunity to blow your load arises.

“Sorry, I’m just-“ Emily stands up, awkwardly gesturing to and excusing herself to the bathroom.

Thank god.

Suddenly spurred into action, you grab her now only half full glass, and begin pumping your cock up and down, aiming into the filthy concoction within.

You can feel you’re getting close when you hear the flush of the toilet, and after a moment of profound déjà vu, you manage to rocket your first orgasm of the day straight into the glass, filling it up nearly to the brim once more.

All at once you suddenly feel like an idiot.

How the hell are you going to explain why her glass was now completely full and warm?

Fortunately you’re spared an exercise in creativity, as Emily suddenly bursts from the toilet, loudly exclaiming “I’m gonna be late!”

You don’t even have time to replace her cup to it’s original position, as she takes it from your outstretched hand seemingly without a second thought, and begins chugging it’s contents.

You watch appreciatively, and no longer attempt to be subtle about filming, as Emily chugs half a litre of almost pure baby batter.

In her haste two streams of the filthy liquid manage to escape from either side of the glass, and a fair amount of cum begins to stain the front of her plaid pinafore dress.

More still stains her sleeve as she wipes her mouth.

Any care she could have about the mess she’s made on herself clearly falls to the wayside, as she rushes to pick up her backpack, and before you can even begin to offer her a ride, she’s out the door.

Now suddenly alone, you jokingly speak aloud “have a nice day at school!”

Shaking your head, you’re left to wonder if there’s anybody in your life that could be considered “normal”