The Life Of John Smith - S01 E04

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The Life Of John Smith - S01 E04

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Suddenly, as we were quietly driving home, and I was wondering how it would feel to kiss her, she pulled the car into a secluded place, tuming off the lights and engine. My heart was racing and pounding in my ears when she said, "I could not really see what I wanted to see because your back was turned most of the time."

"What? When...when was my back turned?" I asked with some confusion.

"You know when you were in your room when you uh...." she hesitated. "Uh...what do you call it? Pounded your meat? Beat off?" I did not know girls knew about that. I was stunned into silence. My heart seemed to have stopped beating as well. She broke the silence by saying, "Come on, I know what all guys do when they are alone. They pull out their peter, dick, or cock (Whatever they call it.) then pretend their screwing a girl while they wrap a hand around it and stroke up and down. I saw you in your room yesterday and today."

You saw me in my room?" said in a higher than normal voice,

"I saw a lot but, except for when you were laying on your bed, your back was to me," she confessed. I tried to understand what she was saying when she added, "I want to see it now. It must be as hard as a rock."

It was. I asked, "You? You want to see it?"

"Come on, don't be shy. Show me you dick," she insisted. All that I could think was this is not right. I am not supposed to show her. "I'll show you my tits if you show me your dick," she added. All I really heard was, "I'll show you my tits." Bargaining was over.

Who wouldn't say okay to that? Which I did. As she raised her light sweater and unhooked her bra, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, and lowered my pants and shorts. In the dim street lights my eyes were glued to her firm young breasts as my dick flopped out in its full glory.

"My oh my," she said as I studied her tits. The only other tits I could compare them to is my mother's. These looked younger and less developed. Yes, they compared nicely. "Does it hurt?" she asked.

"My dick? No, it doesn't hurt but my balls do," I responded.

"Why do your balls hurt?" she asked.

"Because they have been producing stuff all day and haven't been

able to release it. It is all kind 'o backed up there," I explained.

One of her fingers reached out to touch the head of my dick as she said, "Oh, then boys beat off for relief and not because your perverts." I gently stroked my dick. "You want to beat off now?" she asked.

"Yes, unless you want to do it?" I asked.

"Could I really?" she enthused.

"Sure, go ahead," I encouraged.

She reached out with her right hand and wrapped it around my dick then asked, "How do you do it?"

"It is best if you lick you hand to make it slick," I advised.

"You lick it," she said, holding her palm up for me to lick. I put a generous amount of saliva on it before allowing her to return her hand to my dick. She began gently stroking.

"You can grip it little tighter," I instructed. The feeling of her fingers on my dick was quite exhilarating this being the first time anyone other than myself had touched me there. I felt like I was about to explode already.

"This tight enough?" she asked as she gripped more firmly.

"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed

"How long does it usually take?" she inquired.

Trying to hold back, I said, "Not long," between short breaths. I pulled a fresh handkerchief out of my hip pocket, shook it to unfold it and spread it out on my lap. Again, my eyes went to her breasts. The devil in my mind said, touch them. I reached out with both hands and cupped her breasts. She said nothing, so I gripped each more firmly and flicked my thumbs over each nipple.

"Mmm...good," she moaned. The sound of pleasure in her voice was all it took to cause me to explode. The first thick creamy shot of my ejaculate went beyond the handkerchief landing on Shirley's knee. She stopped moving her hand as she watch the next four shots land on the handkerchief. The next four surges were little more than dribbles that ran down over her hand. She gripped my dick firmly as she said, "You're pinching my tits."

I released the grip I had inadvertently applied to her breasts and said, "I'm sorry," as I picked up and folded the handkerchief, then wiped her knee.

"It's okay," she said as she sniffed of her hand. She licked the cum on her hand. "Mm, tastes sweet and salty...not bad." She licked again.

"Mm...maybe not good either," she said with a shiver. She grabbed the handkerchief from me and wiped her hand. Handing it back to me she said, "That's all wet,"

After we had both restored our cloths to their former places and she had once again started driving toward her home she asked, "Do girls really suck on dicks?"

"I don't know. I have never had one suck on mine," I replied.

"No and I suppose you are going to tell me that before tonight you have never had a girl touch your dick," she stated as she drove through the dark streets with very light traffic.

"I haven't," I said.

After a short silence she asked, "You won't tell anybody will you?"

"No."

"Cause if you do, I won't do it again. In fact, I will do it every day if you don't tell anyone."

"I won't tell anybody, I promise."

When I was back in my room that evening all I could think about was Shirley with her hand wrapped around my dick until I fell asleep. The next day as we drove to Knotts Berry Farm (an amusement park) all I could think of was her fingers on the steering wheel instead of being wrapped around my dick. On a ride all I saw was her holding onto a safety bar during the whole ride instead of my dick. I could think of nothing all day, but her fingers wrapped around something other than my dick.

Instead of going out to a movie that evening, we were staying in, watching something stupid on her parents new 21-inch color TV. I had never watched much TV. About midway through some variety show Shirley tugged my hand as she stood up. As stood up, I saw she had a finger to her lips indicating I was to be quiet. I assumed I was to quietly follow her while she led me through the kitchen and out the back door. We went across the back yards to my sister's house where Shirley entered and led me to my room.