Just a reminiscence here:
I think she’d been working her way into the technique over the time we’d been seeing one another. I was lying in bed on my back and she was on my left. Maybe she’d changed places because she knew I dressed on the left and my cock naturally lay that way.
I felt her gently gripping my cock in her hand. I turned to kiss her and she patted my chest and told me to just lie back and enjoy what she was going to do. I thought fuck it, OK. So I lay back.
She started by gripping my cock around the middle of its uncircumcised length. Then, she pulled the skin back by an inch or so so that the sensitive flesh of my final three or four inches was taut. She brought me to a full throbbing erection, I couldn’t see how because the bedsheets were keeping her expertise out of sight. Afterwards she told me she did it by sliding her fingertips with excruciating slowness up the taut sensitive length of my cock, over the ridge of my aching purple knob.
And all the time, her face had an expression of complete innocence and coyness. I could almost believe that she didn’t understand that what she was doing was driving me mad with sexual tension and pleasure. But she must have known. Because she was doing it.
She told me my cock was huge* and she loved the way it communicated with her. I think she was talking about the way it involuntarily throbbed and moved against her fingers, pressing itself against them, showing her where it wanted to be touched. She told me she loved the way it told her it was a living thing in her hands. she was so slow and gentle. She told me later she was using just three fingers but the sensations were like being in heaven. I could only lie with my head back, moaning in pleasure. The arousal of my cock was making it throb and move against her, creating an amazing positive feedback loop of pleasure. my cock throbbing itself into trouble.
She curled her fingers around my foreskin and began to wank me off in the traditional way, speeding up her rhythm. I came “like a fountain,” as she put it, over her breasts and stomach. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
I think, if she hadn’t increased the rhythm, and kept moving only her fingertips, after perhaps another fifteen minutes, I would have sprayed literally half a pint of sperm all over her. it would have been slower, but perhaps the added tension in my balls would have led to a more powerful orgasm. I hope one day, someone will try that out on me and I’ll find out one way or the other
*she has told me that a few times, but I always tell her that no, it’s totally average. Then she asks me what size cocks I am used to, and I have to admit I never paid too much attention to that when I’ve been in the locker room for swimming or kick boxing… I think that’s the key though: it all depends what you’re used to
As a final note, one thing this whole incident makes me realise is that if you’re a girl and you want to know a good way to give an incredible handjob, it’s pretty simple. Watch 95% of porn videos, look at how the women there give handjobs, And Then Do
The Exact Opposite. Not fast: slow. Not hard: gentle. Do you like to be spat on? No, me either.