Encounters with Sher

"Sher, Chapter 2"

A few days later Sher and I met up in my dorm room. My roommate was out and would not be back until after the weekend so we definitely had enough time for ourselves. And man was I horny. Since her lovely hand job she had been teasing me about my cock and how I squirted in her hands and I wasn’t jacking off to it. That was just driving me nuts. When we were finally alone again we sat at the edge of my bed side to side and I didn’t try to hide the bulge forming between my legs. And she didn’t try to hide her looking at my tent.

While we were talking about god knows what I kept catching her taking looks. At first my bulge wasn’t that much bigger than it usually is (not that I have a big package but those things are noticeable anyway). I wasn’t big and hard but I was getting erect and it was just firm enough that I could make it twitch. So every time she peeked I twitched and that and the excitement of her looking at my package like that got me harder and firmer and soon my heart was racing and my pants were fully tented.

At that point her looks were getting quicker and she was laughing a bit.

“I can’t believe it doesn’t hurt to be like that?” she asked.

I struggled to speak, we had been quiet for a few moments, “It only hurts when the pretty girls don’t touch.” Just something I like to say, ‘cause it’s true, I love it when my cock gets hard like that for a girl and it would be nice if she touched it, you know, just to acknowledge it and spur me on! But her little chuckles were enough at the time. I was glad she enjoyed the show I was giving her.

Without thinking about it too much, ‘cause I was thinking with my cock head, I took her hand and put it around the side of my tent.

“I can feel your head, it’s so hot.”

“Yeah, you can feel it throb?”

“Nah, just how hot it is. You must be all wet with precum, you poor thing,” she teased me and patted my tent’s peak.

“It must remember how you made it cum last time.” I don’t remember what she said after that, I remember she asked if I could feel my balls if they were tight and hell yeah they were tight! She tried to feel for them and bounced her fingers. I moaned and eased my head onto the sides of her breasts. “It’s torture the way you do that. Exploring my balls that way.”

I sat up and undid my belt and pushed my pants down past my knees. My cock pocked through the front slit of my boxers. I was as hard as I can get and my foreskin was still mostly over my head. I made it twitch and that’s when I noticed the knob of my head was wet like I had peed a little. But it was just my precum.

She grasped my shaft and shook it a little; the pressure at the tip of my cock was great and I tried to ‘resist’ it by clenching my teeth like I was trying not to pee. I let out a gasp and spread my legs. I was excited and jittery and she was excited, too, the way she was torturing my cock just by touching it. She didn’t stroke me but pushed the skin of my shaft down and it pulled my foreskin back. My head was wet and deep purple and my skin was a little less browner than usual.

She let go and started to stroke around the rim of the back of my head around my pee hole. I felt her poking her fingertips around my pee slit and then she angled my cock so she could get a better look at that part of it. Pressing her thumb and forefinger against the slip she pushed my little head’s hole open. Precum was oozing all over her fingers and she rubbed it into my rough skin. Then she resumed her stroking, tickling my shaft’s most sensitive parts and making me squirm all over my body. It was a very vulnerable position for me to be in, there wasn’t any part of my penis that wasn’t exposed for her, and she explored it everywhere. She ran her finger up and down the seam of its back and felt in the softer skin there. She crackled my length in her palm and talked about my curved cock and man that made me moan and grind. I tensed the way I was feeling her play with my frenelum and my foreskin and rim of my helmet-head. My knees were shaking and I was gulping for air between groans.

“I’m gonna cum!” I groaned through clenched teeth. She stopped and just squeezed onto my balls and I sighed. My cock was so stiff and my head was so swollen. And I couldn’t shake off that itch in my sensitive tip that just needed to be scratched. I just needed her to touch it or kiss it or lick it or whatever she wanted to do to it and I know I would’ve squirted. But she just held me by my balls massaging them about. My scrot was tight and she was tickling it by rubbing along its ridges.

“it looks so cute all tight and throbbing.”

“You like it when it’s like that?” She nodded. “You like it when I’m all big and hard for you?” She chuckled. “Like it’s, like you control my body the way you do that.”

“By making you hard like this? Hell yeah! I have so much power over you right now,” she giggled.

“Yeah.” I blushed. I was throbbing a lot and I feared I’d cum even without her touching my cock.

“I want to MAKE you cum,” she said getting up and standing over me between my legs. She lowered herself a but and grabbed my cock. She rubbed my hot head between her breast. I gasped and started to hump. I grinded again her soft, smooth skin and its warmth. It was getting moist from my precum. She stroked my cock head around her breast and it was just too much. I leaped up a little and supported myself with my hands. I grunted, sweating and crying, and I shook violently into her with my cock between her boobs. I squirted into chest I don’t know how many times but when she got backup my cum was dripping down her shirt – and she took it off.

I stroked myself to get the last of my cum out while she tickled my spent ball sack.

I have to stop here, the rest is a blur and Sher didn’t want me to write the rest that happened. Let’s just say it was a long weekend.