Throughout that maneuver, her other hand never stopped tickling my cock. She was making a little claw with her fingernails and lightly grabbing and scratching the head of my cock. Pre-cum leaked freely from my hard-on and I felt on the verge of cumming. My right leg was bent and the blanket was draped over my knee and across our laps creating a little tent that hid some of the movement beneath. However, it wouldn’t take much to figure out that some serious playing was going on.
With my hand buried in her crotch, and her constant contractions stimulating her over and over, she got wetter and wetter. Her left hand reached across our bodies and grabbed my balls. She gently squeezed them and rolled them between her fingers and used her nails to tickle that most sensitive spot underneath. With her right hand she finally began to stroke me. Her hand wrapped loosely around my cock. Again too loose to provide the friction I needed to get off but more than before and enough to increase my arousal to a fever pitch. With my head back and eyes closed I began to fuck her hands. I needed to cum so badly now. But this was happening on her terms not mine.
Her hands forced my hips under control. And she again told me to take it easy. “Don’t worry” she said, “I’ll take care of you but I’m going first.” As she said that she buried her face in my neck and began to lick and suck my neck as her body convulsed. Her hands tensed around my cock and her legs squeezed my hand so tight I thought my fingers would break. Her body writhed and her hips flexed as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. I’m still surprised that I didn’t shoot my load right then and there. Watching her, feeling her, hearing her cum was unbelievable. She was a completely sexual being, with every fiber in her body alive and pulsing.
I began to say something but she put a finger to my lips to quiet me and then quickly replaced in with her mouth. She kissed deeply, hungrily and urgently still pulsing and contracted against my hand. Her hands held me firm. One squeezed my balls and the other wrapped firmly around my cock. She broke the kiss, rested her chin on my chest and stared up at me. She looked deeply in my eyes as her hands went to work. She stroked me now, the way I needed, firmly in long slow strokes from the base to the head and back down. While she did that her other hand squeezed my balls and tickled the skin near my ass.
Her stroking became more urgent, faster, and I stared right into her eyes as I pushed my cock deeper into her hands. Before very long, my body began to tense and my cock twitched as I felt my orgasm start deep inside. The muscles in my cock and ass tightened as they forced my orgasm to a peak. My inner thighs became sensitive and my toes curled. The skin in my throat tightened and my ears flushed with excitement. This was a complete and total orgasm building. Brought on by the expert, teasing hands of this amazing woman whose name I didn’t know. With a final push, my back arched and I exploded all over her hand and the inside of the blanket. She continued to stroke me, milking the cum from my body, prolonging my orgasm and making my entire body quiver. Her fingers scratched my balls sending spasms through my entire body. The head of my cock became so sensitive that I almost screamed. My body was bucking under the blanket, trying now to get away from the stimulation I wanted so badly. It was too sensitive I couldn’t handle it. The light seemed to close off and I felt a darkness settle around my eyes. The intensity was so much that I felt close to passing out.
Slowly, sensing I was really on the edge, she loosened her grip a little but continued to stroke. The reduced friction made it more bearable I found myself pushing against her hand again and I felt the hardness surge in my cock again. Her hand, soaked with my cum, focused on the very tip of the head of my cock. She made little short strokes up and down and very fast. My body was screaming and my hips frantically trying to keep up with her strokes. I was somewhere between pain and ecstasy but moving in the right direction. In seconds my body tensed and another orgasm, less severe than the first, started to build. What little cum was left in my body shot from the head of my cock. She stopped stroking and held me firmly in her hand as I tried to catch my breath.
