She Rubs Her Growing Cock

Lois bit her lip, eyes glued on the purple cockhead. She didn't think she could take it any longer...she needed to know what it felt like.

She had given her first handjob the summer before she went to college. The general's daughter and a young private, straight out of basic training and in the best shape of his life, hadn't seen his girlfriend in sixteen weeks and ready to explode. Getting his pants off wasn't the hard part, it was convincing him to lie back and let her play with his dick. To cradle those hairy nuts in the palm of her hand and feel the warmth flowing there, to have his schlong harden in her hand, the tip of his penis emerging from his foreskin as she gently stroked it, until it stood so proud that it slapped up against the hard muscles of his belly.

Lois had made an O with thumb and forefinger, and brought it down over the erection, letting the tip slide against the skin between the two fingers. She had kept stroking it, rubbing his balls, trying different speeds, different grips. Alternating between watching his dick and watching his face for any hint of grimace or pain. When it was too tight, she relaxed; when it was too fast, she slowed down. Within minutes, the precum was dripping, and a whitish froth was building up under the edges of the cockhead—her first experience with smegma—but she kept at it. Until, with a grunt, the heavy white goo spurted out, onto his belly and chest, then dripped down her fingers. It had been almost yellow, she remembered, and though the cock had immediately started to wilt in her hand, her little soldier was far from finished...

That was many cocks ago. Now she held her own growing erection in her hand.

Two inches of cock stuck out from her clenched hand where she gripped her penis. Lois could see the head throb, tight and shiny and purple. She didn't have any balls...and wondered if she even could cum. With her left hand, she carefully poked around her mons at the base of the shaft, and found it somewhat swollen and tender...and there were too hard lumps, one on either side, beneath the skin. Could those be...?

Well, only one way to find out. She wished she had some lotion.

Lois pulled her hand up the shaft. It was weird, feeling it like that—the smooth, new skin of her cock against the light calluses of her palm—careful not to actually pull the skin up with it, but just to slide. She bit her lip as thumb and forefinger ran over the base of the tip...and then she slid it back down again, in a long slow stroke.

She had heard that pulling too hard was bad; you could damage the blood vessels. Slow and easy was the way of it. Lois had liked to do that with her partners. Some women liked to watch a man's face when they got off, that moment that they completely lost it—but Lois liked to watch the cock. The exact second the pisshole dilated, and the muscles stiffened, and that creamy geyser shot forth. Sometimes she liked to feel that white, hot rain on her face and tits. Mostly, though, she just liked watching it come out. The male orgasm was messy and brief, but you could see it, in a way that you couldn't for women...and Lois had few enough orgasms in her own life.

Sometimes, late at night, she wished that she could experience it. Just once.

Now as she picked up speed, it seemed to her that it was taking longer for her knuckles to shuffle up the shaft. Lois looked at her cock. It was still fairly normal-sized, base on her previous partners, but it looked bigger than it had a minute ago...and there was a certain aching desperation that seemed to be concentrated inside her pelvis. Unconsciously, she bucked her hips a little—and that felt good. So she did it again, stroking twice for every little hip thrust. Her legs were spread wide, and she could feel her pussy drool a little as she hunched down, staring at the little one-eyed monster between her legs, ass scraping on the floor with each little thrust, feeling that pressure within her build and build...