Encounters with Sher
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,222
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a dramatization of a true story. I got permission to publish this by all parties. All names and Identities have been changed to preserve the privacy. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincident
Encounters with Sher
A/N: CFNM, for those who don't know, is Clothed-Female, Naked-Make and it's a kind of fem-dom (without S&M) any questions and comments, feel free to contact me at lobo_loco_66666@hotmail.com
"Sher, Chapter 1"
A couple of events weeks ago got me thinking about another of my favorite activities. Besides jacking off for girls, getting jacked off by them is pretty hot, too, and extremely sexy. For me, it’s a very vulnerable thing for my privates to be explored and molested up-close and personal ‘cause there’s literally nothing for me to hide when I’m naked and exposed that way. She sees and feels up all of my cock and balls, watching how I squirm and throb and making me cum right in front of her in her hands. A guy just can’t expose himself any further and it’s one of the ultimate experiences for me (and for most guys, I think.)
At the start of this semester, at the end of this class, a girl (who I’ll call Sher) and I started to talk to pass the time. I’ve known Sher for a couple of years already, so our chat was rather easy-going. Before even I knew it the conversation found its way into sex. At first I didn’t tell her anything about my experiences; I wanted to know about hers. Then out of the blue I asked if she liked giving head or hand jobs and she emphatically said she loved playing with cocks. She loved the way they looked and felt.
It wasn’t just what she said but the way she said it, man, I was in heaven already.
“Yeah, that’s really cool,” I said trying to stifle my excitement. I was really hard but I didn’t want to come off too strong too quickly.
“Most guys don’t think girls give good hand jobs. At least most of the guys I’ve dated,” she added.
I shook my head: “I can’t decide which I love more. I love getting my cock kissed and a girl leaving her lipstick all over it, heh heh,” I confessed, turning beet red when she giggled. “But I also love feeling a girl exploring my cock.”
“Yeah, you like being touched, huh?”
“Touched, held, abused, there’s nothing a girl can do to my cock that won’t excite me.”
She laughed.
“I’m getting wet,” Sher said.
“And I’m getting hard, so hard.”
She laughed, again, and slyly said: “I can tell. I can tell when a guy’s thinking with his cock.”
“Yeah?” I looked down for a moment. I knew I was super hard, I always get a raging boner when I’m talking to a girl, especially a cute girl, about sex. But I didn’t see that I was tenting or throbbing too much. “I’ll have to find a way to hide my bulge,” I smiled. “’Fraid I’ll be having one all day.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” she teased, patting my thigh. It looked like she wanted to pat around my fly but she changed her mind at the last moment.
“I’d love to feel one of your hand jobs, Sher.”
“You’re blushing,” she teased and I nodded. I must’ve been boiling. “How long since you jacked off?”
I must’ve shuddered hearing her words, like a momentary black-out, it was awesome! The boldness of the question took my breath away! For a moment it seemed like she and I were the only ones in the world, I was that oblivious to what was happening elsewhere in the building, like the other students rushing through the hallways.
“I don’t remember, honest, but I know I didn’t this morning.”
“Like, two, three days?”
“Longer.” I smiled, she laughed. “But normally I do it like once a day.”
“Really?” she seemed genuinely surprised.
“I think about girls a lot; it’s a habit I picked up in high school.”
“Girls, huh? Well, I can’t have you walking around with a hard on, not when I can do something about it.”
I laughed; Sher had a great sense of humor which wasn’t something I saw a lot of in that college.
“But not here, too dangerous.”
I started to think about all of the places we could go. It’s a small college, really, not too many buildings, not too many students, but at any time who knows who can stumble into us. I didn’t want to do it in a bathroom or in the stairwells. Then I thought about doing it in the car until I remembered the parking decks were all wired with cameras.
“I know where,” she said and held my hand. I was all but pulled off of the desk, Sher had initiative and I wondered how long since she jacked off a guy. “We’ll have to be quick.”
“Don’t have to worry about that,” I joked.
We sprinted through the hall away from the front where a mob was gathered by the elevator and toward the back where there was another set of elevators. Three of us got on board, luckily the other guy got off on a middle floor and we were left alone for a few moments.
“My heart’s beating like a mile a minute,” I said, still excited and aroused. “It’s so cool you’re doing this.” She giggled. “Man, you know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” I put an arm around her waist, I wanted to kiss her but I didn’t. “It won’t take me long to cum for a cute girl like you.”
She glanced down at my crotch and asked: “Still hard?”
“Yeah, man, I’m so hard I’m dying.”
“Wow.” She smiled and patted my crotch.
Her palm connected with my shaft; I looked at her fingers pressing against my jeans and I moaned.
“Wow, man, just, like, wow.”
I was turning redder and breathing heavy. And then I got nervous as I felt the car slowing down. We backed off. She twiddled her fingers and I opened a notebook to feign distraction, in case there were folks waiting when the doors opened.
And there were two people there when we exited but they were talking to themselves and didn’t notice us.
“Where are we going?” I asked, I think, for the first time.
“It’s a lab I have access to.”
We were grad students but for different departments. I was in unfamiliar territory and I didn’t know exactly what she meant by lab. But so be it. We reached a door and she opened it, its window had been covered up with tarp, still, I could tell the lights were out inside. The place was small and littered like most labs were but we would be assured of total privacy.
I sat at a chair with arm rests, spreading my legs apart. Sher sat at a stool with wheels; she grabbed my knee, then my belt, to wheel herself closer.
“This is so cool,” I moaned and leaned into her to kiss her cheek. “Can I?” I asked, pointing at her breasts. She was wearing a normal t-shirt that showed no cleavage but it was easy to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. She nodded and I pressed my face against her breasts. I squeezed her left breast with my right hand as I sat back. “Boobs are awesome.”
She laughed and grinded her hand into my crotch. “Yeah.”
I smiled and squirmed. “Yeah,” I stuttered.
She grinded against my cock head. My glans must have been terribly swollen but I’m softer and more sensitive there than anywhere else along my dick. I shuddered and gasped, my knees shook and my legs got all restless.
“Damn, that’s awesome. Hm, you’re getting me so god damn hard!” Sometimes, I think, I grow bigger and longer when a girl plays with me that way.
Sher undid my belt and unzipped my fly. The front parts of my jeans were open wide and the start of my boxers could be seen along with the start of my bulge. I looked down and smiled as she felt around the outline of my base. I lifted myself up a little and she pulled down my pants to my knees.
“I haven’t been this excited in a while.” I was still covered with my boxers but my cock was rock hard and fully erect. I was tented to a knobby point, my little head almost poking through the fabric of my underwear. It was like a pyramid throbbing between my legs. “You love that? You love torturing a guy like that?”
“I love cocks, they’re so…different….” She reached into my boxers; with one move she held my shaft in a tight grasp. I felt her fingers wrap around the back of my penis and press into my urethra; I felt her thumb rub against the front of my penis. It was so god damn awesome!
“Pull me out before I cum in my shorts!” I stuttered. I forget what she said but she eased my hardness down and pushed the waistband of my boxers away. She let go and my cock sprung up free and exposed.
Without thinking I lay a hand against her boob and cupped it. I was breathing heavy and turning red. She laughed while she massaged my shaft, teasing me from my pee hole (that was drooling) to the start of my balls, rubbing against that seam I’ve got running along the back of my cock. And I throbbed, bouncing up and down, away from her fingers and then falling back into them. She smiled and I could tell by the way she was trying to hold back the giggles that she liked it.
She cupped my cock between her hands; but I was a little bit longer and my tip rested over her wrists. She brought her fingers up from around my base to the bottom of my helmet. She pressed a bit and rolled her fingers down, tugging my foreskin. She teased about my head (that was more swollen than I had seen it in a while). She tickled the rim my foreskin made around my glans as she rolled it back and exposed all of my head.
“You are good at this,” I said, “real good. Wow!”
“Close to cuming?”
There was a steady drool of precum oozing out of my pee hole.
“Oh yeah! Yeah, oh man…wow….”
She held my balls with one hand and with the other hand she cradled my cock head inside her palm, her thumb against my tip. She started to rub around my pee hole and then she began to palm my foreskin. It was just this surge of pleasure feeling that. I thrashed my head back and gasped. She kept on rubbing me that way and it was almost painful feeling her fingers scratching that sensitive skin raw. I squired and teared. I almost asked her to stop but I didn’t, I just clenched my teeth and whined. She did it faster and I sat up again. I felt my cock head getting wetter.
She moved her free hand from by balls, that were very small and shriveled, and held onto my cock. That was when she squeezed a bit tighter as she rubbed; she never actually jacked me off the way a guy would jack himself off. With her thumb she pressed near the eye slit of my cock head, with her palm and fingers she rubbed my foreskin around my glans. I could feel my semen building up, I could tell it wouldn’t be much longer. I held onto the armrests tight and I cried. With a gasp and whole body-shiver I shot my cum. My first shot streamed through her fingers, the rest splattered against her hand. She kept stroking until I clenched up and whimpered.
Sher stopped while I was still dribbling and I sat back, totally exhausted.
“That was just awesome, Sher, totally awesome.”
“You made quite a mess there,” she teased, letting my spent dick shrink out of her grasp. My cock fell against my balls and she cupped my entire package. She patted my tip and molested my sac.
“I haven’t had a girl play with me like that in a long time.”
“Heh, you poor lil’ thing.”
“You really know what to do with a guy, wow.” I sat back and leaned my head against her chest for another moment. “Wow.” She squeezed me a little like a hug then gave me a napkin so I can clean myself off.
“It’s been a while for me, too, since I watched a guy shoot. Did it hurt you?”
“Hm, the way you rubbed here,” I said retracting my foreskin and pointing to the rim of my head. With a finger she rubbed the rough skin and I stirred a little. “Yeah, like that, real intense. Real hard. It was awesome and it was driving me nuts.”
“Yeah, I know that’s like a guy’s g-spot, like rub it a lot and he’ll cum, and you came.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s the quickest way.”
Standing up again and heading toward the door I hugged tight and thanked her again. It really was awesome and she was very cool doing that to me. I asked if she’d do it again and she agreed.
TBC
"Sher, Chapter 1"
A couple of events weeks ago got me thinking about another of my favorite activities. Besides jacking off for girls, getting jacked off by them is pretty hot, too, and extremely sexy. For me, it’s a very vulnerable thing for my privates to be explored and molested up-close and personal ‘cause there’s literally nothing for me to hide when I’m naked and exposed that way. She sees and feels up all of my cock and balls, watching how I squirm and throb and making me cum right in front of her in her hands. A guy just can’t expose himself any further and it’s one of the ultimate experiences for me (and for most guys, I think.)
At the start of this semester, at the end of this class, a girl (who I’ll call Sher) and I started to talk to pass the time. I’ve known Sher for a couple of years already, so our chat was rather easy-going. Before even I knew it the conversation found its way into sex. At first I didn’t tell her anything about my experiences; I wanted to know about hers. Then out of the blue I asked if she liked giving head or hand jobs and she emphatically said she loved playing with cocks. She loved the way they looked and felt.
It wasn’t just what she said but the way she said it, man, I was in heaven already.
“Yeah, that’s really cool,” I said trying to stifle my excitement. I was really hard but I didn’t want to come off too strong too quickly.
“Most guys don’t think girls give good hand jobs. At least most of the guys I’ve dated,” she added.
I shook my head: “I can’t decide which I love more. I love getting my cock kissed and a girl leaving her lipstick all over it, heh heh,” I confessed, turning beet red when she giggled. “But I also love feeling a girl exploring my cock.”
“Yeah, you like being touched, huh?”
“Touched, held, abused, there’s nothing a girl can do to my cock that won’t excite me.”
She laughed.
“I’m getting wet,” Sher said.
“And I’m getting hard, so hard.”
She laughed, again, and slyly said: “I can tell. I can tell when a guy’s thinking with his cock.”
“Yeah?” I looked down for a moment. I knew I was super hard, I always get a raging boner when I’m talking to a girl, especially a cute girl, about sex. But I didn’t see that I was tenting or throbbing too much. “I’ll have to find a way to hide my bulge,” I smiled. “’Fraid I’ll be having one all day.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” she teased, patting my thigh. It looked like she wanted to pat around my fly but she changed her mind at the last moment.
“I’d love to feel one of your hand jobs, Sher.”
“You’re blushing,” she teased and I nodded. I must’ve been boiling. “How long since you jacked off?”
I must’ve shuddered hearing her words, like a momentary black-out, it was awesome! The boldness of the question took my breath away! For a moment it seemed like she and I were the only ones in the world, I was that oblivious to what was happening elsewhere in the building, like the other students rushing through the hallways.
“I don’t remember, honest, but I know I didn’t this morning.”
“Like, two, three days?”
“Longer.” I smiled, she laughed. “But normally I do it like once a day.”
“Really?” she seemed genuinely surprised.
“I think about girls a lot; it’s a habit I picked up in high school.”
“Girls, huh? Well, I can’t have you walking around with a hard on, not when I can do something about it.”
I laughed; Sher had a great sense of humor which wasn’t something I saw a lot of in that college.
“But not here, too dangerous.”
I started to think about all of the places we could go. It’s a small college, really, not too many buildings, not too many students, but at any time who knows who can stumble into us. I didn’t want to do it in a bathroom or in the stairwells. Then I thought about doing it in the car until I remembered the parking decks were all wired with cameras.
“I know where,” she said and held my hand. I was all but pulled off of the desk, Sher had initiative and I wondered how long since she jacked off a guy. “We’ll have to be quick.”
“Don’t have to worry about that,” I joked.
We sprinted through the hall away from the front where a mob was gathered by the elevator and toward the back where there was another set of elevators. Three of us got on board, luckily the other guy got off on a middle floor and we were left alone for a few moments.
“My heart’s beating like a mile a minute,” I said, still excited and aroused. “It’s so cool you’re doing this.” She giggled. “Man, you know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” I put an arm around her waist, I wanted to kiss her but I didn’t. “It won’t take me long to cum for a cute girl like you.”
She glanced down at my crotch and asked: “Still hard?”
“Yeah, man, I’m so hard I’m dying.”
“Wow.” She smiled and patted my crotch.
Her palm connected with my shaft; I looked at her fingers pressing against my jeans and I moaned.
“Wow, man, just, like, wow.”
I was turning redder and breathing heavy. And then I got nervous as I felt the car slowing down. We backed off. She twiddled her fingers and I opened a notebook to feign distraction, in case there were folks waiting when the doors opened.
And there were two people there when we exited but they were talking to themselves and didn’t notice us.
“Where are we going?” I asked, I think, for the first time.
“It’s a lab I have access to.”
We were grad students but for different departments. I was in unfamiliar territory and I didn’t know exactly what she meant by lab. But so be it. We reached a door and she opened it, its window had been covered up with tarp, still, I could tell the lights were out inside. The place was small and littered like most labs were but we would be assured of total privacy.
I sat at a chair with arm rests, spreading my legs apart. Sher sat at a stool with wheels; she grabbed my knee, then my belt, to wheel herself closer.
“This is so cool,” I moaned and leaned into her to kiss her cheek. “Can I?” I asked, pointing at her breasts. She was wearing a normal t-shirt that showed no cleavage but it was easy to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. She nodded and I pressed my face against her breasts. I squeezed her left breast with my right hand as I sat back. “Boobs are awesome.”
She laughed and grinded her hand into my crotch. “Yeah.”
I smiled and squirmed. “Yeah,” I stuttered.
She grinded against my cock head. My glans must have been terribly swollen but I’m softer and more sensitive there than anywhere else along my dick. I shuddered and gasped, my knees shook and my legs got all restless.
“Damn, that’s awesome. Hm, you’re getting me so god damn hard!” Sometimes, I think, I grow bigger and longer when a girl plays with me that way.
Sher undid my belt and unzipped my fly. The front parts of my jeans were open wide and the start of my boxers could be seen along with the start of my bulge. I looked down and smiled as she felt around the outline of my base. I lifted myself up a little and she pulled down my pants to my knees.
“I haven’t been this excited in a while.” I was still covered with my boxers but my cock was rock hard and fully erect. I was tented to a knobby point, my little head almost poking through the fabric of my underwear. It was like a pyramid throbbing between my legs. “You love that? You love torturing a guy like that?”
“I love cocks, they’re so…different….” She reached into my boxers; with one move she held my shaft in a tight grasp. I felt her fingers wrap around the back of my penis and press into my urethra; I felt her thumb rub against the front of my penis. It was so god damn awesome!
“Pull me out before I cum in my shorts!” I stuttered. I forget what she said but she eased my hardness down and pushed the waistband of my boxers away. She let go and my cock sprung up free and exposed.
Without thinking I lay a hand against her boob and cupped it. I was breathing heavy and turning red. She laughed while she massaged my shaft, teasing me from my pee hole (that was drooling) to the start of my balls, rubbing against that seam I’ve got running along the back of my cock. And I throbbed, bouncing up and down, away from her fingers and then falling back into them. She smiled and I could tell by the way she was trying to hold back the giggles that she liked it.
She cupped my cock between her hands; but I was a little bit longer and my tip rested over her wrists. She brought her fingers up from around my base to the bottom of my helmet. She pressed a bit and rolled her fingers down, tugging my foreskin. She teased about my head (that was more swollen than I had seen it in a while). She tickled the rim my foreskin made around my glans as she rolled it back and exposed all of my head.
“You are good at this,” I said, “real good. Wow!”
“Close to cuming?”
There was a steady drool of precum oozing out of my pee hole.
“Oh yeah! Yeah, oh man…wow….”
She held my balls with one hand and with the other hand she cradled my cock head inside her palm, her thumb against my tip. She started to rub around my pee hole and then she began to palm my foreskin. It was just this surge of pleasure feeling that. I thrashed my head back and gasped. She kept on rubbing me that way and it was almost painful feeling her fingers scratching that sensitive skin raw. I squired and teared. I almost asked her to stop but I didn’t, I just clenched my teeth and whined. She did it faster and I sat up again. I felt my cock head getting wetter.
She moved her free hand from by balls, that were very small and shriveled, and held onto my cock. That was when she squeezed a bit tighter as she rubbed; she never actually jacked me off the way a guy would jack himself off. With her thumb she pressed near the eye slit of my cock head, with her palm and fingers she rubbed my foreskin around my glans. I could feel my semen building up, I could tell it wouldn’t be much longer. I held onto the armrests tight and I cried. With a gasp and whole body-shiver I shot my cum. My first shot streamed through her fingers, the rest splattered against her hand. She kept stroking until I clenched up and whimpered.
Sher stopped while I was still dribbling and I sat back, totally exhausted.
“That was just awesome, Sher, totally awesome.”
“You made quite a mess there,” she teased, letting my spent dick shrink out of her grasp. My cock fell against my balls and she cupped my entire package. She patted my tip and molested my sac.
“I haven’t had a girl play with me like that in a long time.”
“Heh, you poor lil’ thing.”
“You really know what to do with a guy, wow.” I sat back and leaned my head against her chest for another moment. “Wow.” She squeezed me a little like a hug then gave me a napkin so I can clean myself off.
“It’s been a while for me, too, since I watched a guy shoot. Did it hurt you?”
“Hm, the way you rubbed here,” I said retracting my foreskin and pointing to the rim of my head. With a finger she rubbed the rough skin and I stirred a little. “Yeah, like that, real intense. Real hard. It was awesome and it was driving me nuts.”
“Yeah, I know that’s like a guy’s g-spot, like rub it a lot and he’ll cum, and you came.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s the quickest way.”
Standing up again and heading toward the door I hugged tight and thanked her again. It really was awesome and she was very cool doing that to me. I asked if she’d do it again and she agreed.
TBC