Masturbation Assistant/Chapter Three
Masturbation Assistant
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Chapter Three
I called an early night but tossed and turned with a throbbing erection that gave me no quarter. It was impossible for me to shake the thoughts of the girl from my head. Of course, every time I thought of her I popped wood… angry, mean, red, throbbing wood that was for her and her alone. Let’s say that my libido was officially out of control and I hadn’t felt this way in years.
When I finally succumbed to sleep, she returned and haunted my dreams. One in particular was vivid and detailed I thought it was real. Little did I realize at that time that it was. She was the girl in the film we had watched together and lovingly laved my fleshy staff with her tender tongue. Every time it scraped across the piss slit, she paused long enough to suck and savour the juice that had worked its way to the tip. All the while, her little hand skimmed up and down the length and worked me closer to conclusion. She nursed the spongy mushroom tip, lashed and wrapped her tongue around it time and again until I could take it no more and my balls spewed their creamy offering into her hungry mouth.
“Cough, cough, cough,” came the hacking, retching sound that stole me from my slumber.
My eyes popped open as the last spurts flew from tip and thick spittle laced with semen dribbled from her mouth. It was then that I realized it was no dream and I pulled her naked body over mine, tenderly hugged her and caressed her back.
“You’re supposed to do that when I’m awake, silly,” and gave her a big squeeze.
“It was supposed to be a surprise,” she managed to choke out.
“Sweetheart, it certainly was and I’m sorry you gagged on it. I believed it was a dream and it was certainly a nice one.”
“I swallowed some of it but it didn’t go down the right way and I coughed.”
“If you keep practicing, I’m sure you’ll get it down real fast.”
“Can I try some more since you’re still big and hard?”
“You certainly can for as long as you want but take your time and don’t do it too fast or it will make you choke again.” In my opinion, the girl took to cock sucking like a duck to water. Maybe a bit clumsy and uncoordinated, but the sensations and visuals made them the finest blow jobs I had ever experienced, especially now that I was awake to enjoy it. “Scoot your bum up here so I can make you feel good too.”
She sprawled across my chest and there was enough light in the room for me to enjoy the glistening pink vista before my eyes. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect pussy, even if it was in miniature. I’m sure that was part of the appeal that made it so exciting. I pulled her chubby little lips apart with my thumbs and gazed deep into her damp depths all of the way down to the little whitish half moon ring which I believed was her hymen. The tiny opening fluttered open and closed with her movements and I watched her wrinkled bum hole pucker and then relax enough to open slightly. So, I dribbled a little saliva on the tip of my finger and pressed it into the opening. It gave effortlessly away and I sank to the second joint.
She giggled around my cock and then pulled away and told me, “That’s my bum hole.”
“It certainly is,” I answered, “And a sexy looking one at that. Do you want me to take my finger out?”
“Nope, it feels good,” she told me and I pressed my thumb into her fat clit. “Hmmm, that’s good,” she grunted, “Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t intend to, but she was a bit dry. However, I spotted the lube she had dropped on the bed and gently rubbed a blob into her bum hole and clit. It was nice and slick now and when I buried my finger to the knuckles in her bum, my cock fell out of her mouth and she dropped her cheek on my hip in obvious enjoyment. So, I twisted one finger into her bum while I twirled my thumb around her clit. Her enthusiasm for sucking was replaced by the pleasure I gave her and I wanted to give her as much as possible. The fact was, there were many more avenues of enjoyment open for her and I wanted to explore them all with her so we could enjoy them together.
After she got a nice cummy, I pulled my fingers away and told her, “Would you like to feel something that only really big girls get to feel when they try to make a baby?”
“Hee, hee, hee, you’re going to show me how to make a baby?”
“I want to show you what they feel when they try to make one,” I reiterated.
“Alright, ‘cause I really like things you keep showing me. So, I rolled her on her back, lubed my cock thoroughly and had her hold her knees to her chest. Then, I rubbed through her slit and paid extra attention to her clit. I knew she liked it by the way she bit her lip and hunched herself into me. “Eeh, eeh, that feels really good,” she told me. Then I drilled a little way into her hole and the vestibule swallowed my cock head but I didn’t exert much pressure so I wouldn’t hurt her. “Your thing went into my hole,” she exclaimed.
“Just a tiny bit, but much bigger girls can take it all of the way inside.”
“They do? All of the way inside?”
“Yes, and we’re going to watch a film so you can see for yourself. But now, this is something only really big girls get to feel,” and while I was lodged in her entrance I let my hand fly over cock. This was as close to fucking her as I believed I would ever get for a few years. However, as quickly as she was growing and learning about sex, she might prove me wrong. “Here it comes, love, this is how you make a baby,” and she squealed as the hard spurts battered the entrance to her developing womb.
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“Mum don’t care. She said you can have me if you want,” my little love informed me between bites of her breakfast.
My mum was Irish and she raised me on boxty pancakes and oatcakes. So, I treated my little love to my favourite; the pancakes. Slathered with butter and sprinkled with sugar they were yummy delicious. Mum said that her mum taught her how to make the potato bread loaves and pancakes when she was eight and all the while she sang a ditty while she made them:
“Boxty in the griddle, Boxty in the pan; if you can’t make Boxty, you’ll never get a man.”
“You know love, I just might take your mum up on that,” I joked as I poked my fingers into her side, “I would love for you to live with me.”
“Me too! We got to hurry so we can watch the film on making babies.”
“You’ll like it ‘cause making babies is a LOT of fun,” I explained. “However, it’s still a lot of fun to try to make one like we did.”
“I want to see how a big thing can fit in a little hole like I have down there. It felt really good when you squirted inside me.”
“You never know, but if we try hard enough it might go all of the way inside but we had to be careful so I don’t hurt you.”
“Gawd, I wish they would open these films better,” I muttered under my breath while the film wasted time as it meandered towards the good stuff. Then, with no foreplay of any kind before the bloke poked it inside her and shagged her bum off. So, I backed it up a bit and put it in extra slow motion so Katy could clearly see the details of penetration.
“Wow, her hole looks as small as mine but it opened right up so his big thing could go inside.”
“Yeh, pussies are like that. They look tiny but they can stretch a lot,” I told her as she skinned her hand up and down my length.
“Will you put it in my hole just a bit like you did before? That way I can feel it while we watch.” She begged.
“If you get on top so you are in control. That way you can pull off if it hurts.”
She climbed over me and I showed her how to find the little socket and made sure she didn’t exert too much of her weight. But, she was fearless and hopped up and down. The one tiny inch of cock head she had inside her felt awfully good as she allowed her feminine instincts control of her hips.
Then, she squeaked as a great weight bore down on my cock and I had a heart seizure when I saw her pivoted on the end of my pole before… before… she... dropped… and buried most of my length inside her. “Are you alright?” I shouted as I tried to pull her off.
She just bit her lip, smiled at me and said, “I think you went all of the way inside.”
“Are you in pain? Does it hurt?” I followed with.
“I feel sorta full but it doesn’t hurt,” she assured me.
“Bloody, hell, I can’t believe this is happening,” I mumbled, “But it is and my cock is buried to the hilt inside her.”
“Can we make a baby now?” She asked as she drew her pussy up my shaft.
“Thank gawd she’s not in pain and there’s no blood,” I told myself before she dropped her weight down again.
I felt like I was fucked inside a garden hose; it was that tight but no garden hose was this hot and ohhh, so good. However, it did not take her long to figure out how to use her pussy on me and that she did. There was simply no match to the pleasure of a young and very tight pussy. From that point on, she woke me early every morning with my wood planted to hilt inside her, and then quickly dispatched my sperm along with the swelling. Afternoons consisted of one or two brisk shags with some oral or hand work thrown in. When classes resumed for the new term, our schedule was dampened a bit, but for some reason her mum let her sleep over during the Autumn break.
Before the Christmas break, her mum paid me a visit and when I saw her, I instantly concluded that she was there to amputate my dick before she cut off my balls and then hanged me. But that turned out to be an unsupported paranoid delusion on my part. It was only after our talk that I remembered what my love had told me when the summer began that, “Mum don’t care. She said you can have me if you want.” I believed it was humorous at the time and didn’t give it a second thought until her mum broached the subject just then.
“She really is in love with you and it would cut her to pieces if I wouldn’t let her live with you. You were made for each other and I won’t stand in the way of true love.”
Was I surprised? Yes, but I was also jubilant inside. I had figured that we needed to make the most of what we had together because her mum could move away at any time and take her from me forever. Then, there was also the possibility that one day she might meet a boy to replace me. I don’t know if I could live without her now, especially after her mum told me about the talks they had. It would be years before we could marry, but they say time flies when you’re having fun. Despite our age difference, I didn’t believe our fun would ever end.
The End
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