A blow job

"Get on your knees and blow me," I said, my horniness overruling every other instinct in my body. "And take your shirt off, while you're at it."

Dutifully, the pretty brunette sank to her knees and peeled off the tight volleyball uniform shirt. Her perky, braless breasts made my mouth water. I unzipped my fly while watching her. She finished the job by pulling my erect cock out and gave a flattering gasp.

"Oh my, you're so big," she breathed, "I'm such a lucky girl." Without any further ado, her mouth engulfed my manhood.

I didn't care that she was obviously lying- I was solidly in the lower half of size percentiles- I just sighed and prepared to enjoy her ministrations. It was.... underwhelming. She was obviously an amateur. Perhaps even a virgin. Not that I was the world's greatest stud or anything. This was my third all-time blow-job. But she didn't seem to understand that there was more to the technique than moving up and down on the shaft with her lips. I considered whether to tell her or not.