The tale of the best handjob I ever had [mf] | 2016

This happened a few years ago when I was twenty-six. There’s really no need for much background info so allow me to dive right in and start my tale with me lying naked on the queen-size bed I shared with my girlfriend, Amy. Amy is two years older than me. She’s a 5’5” brunette with an athletic build, B-cup breasts and a good ass. As I lie there naked Amy is fully dressed in a white shirt and a patterned skirt and she’s sitting beside me on the bed. Justine is Amy’s friend. Tall, maybe half an inch taller than I am, with dyed blond hair with black roots, tiny breasts and little ass to speak of. She’s also fully clothed in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, and she’s sitting cross-legged between my legs hunched over like she’s doing a crossword puzzle. Only instead of a pen she’s got my dick in her hands.

Justine likes to call herself a German lesbian. Only she’s not German and she’s not a lesbian. She’s a friend of Amy from high school and I know for a fact that she’s had sex with more guys than any other girl I know. Thing is, she’s had sex with even more girls than guys, and her last few relationships were with girls, so she calls herself a lesbian. “I don’t have sex with only one person at a time: it gets too emotional.” That’s one of my favorite Justine quotes. Amy told me that one. Apparently in college Justine went through a phase where she would only do threesomes. “I need to find a real job but my only marketable skill is I’m really good at pretending to put stuff up my ass.” Another good one. Before moving to Germany she was a camgirl. Apparently a girl learns a few tricks.

Justine’s been living in Berlin for a couple of years but she’s over for a visit. And do you really care how the three of us ended up in this position, with me naked with my cock in Justine’s hands? It’s a long and boring tale but I can give you the abbreviated, telegraphic version. Lots of late-night talking over a period of a few days, fueled by lots of alcohol (although the night we got in bed all three of us were mostly sober), some bragging by Justine about how good she is in bed, some serious scoffing at that from my part, some teasing, some taunting, some daring and then three people saying fuck it, we’ve talked about it so much and we only have one night left before she leaves, let’s do it.

Justine has promised me the best handjob I ever had. I believe this German lesbian is full of shit but let’s have a show of hands: how many guys here would turn down an offer like that? That’s what I thought. As for Amy, I’ve only known her for a few months and we have never talked about inviting someone else in our bed. But turns out that as long as that someone else is a lesbian that she trusts and who lives in another country, she’s willing to give it a shot. There’s no way me and Justine would or even could ever do anything behind her back after this.

Justine grabs our bottle of lube and gives my cock a thick coat. Amy hands her her bullet vibe and she presses it against my cock. For a couple of minutes that’s all she does. “Is that it?” I ask. My cock gets hard and I know that eventually the vibrations will make me come but that’s not exactly what I was promised. I figure I’ll at least make it a bit more enjoyable and I reach down to massage my balls. She slaps my hand away. “Be patient.” Okay then, sweetie. I close my eyes and relax. This will all be over in a couple of minutes.

Just as I’m starting to get there she lets go of my cock. I’m annoyed more than I’m disappointed. That doll stopped just when she finally had a good thing going on. I open my eyes and I see she’s taken down her ponytail. She shakes her hair loose and her long locks fall over her shoulders. That’s nice. She’s much prettier that way and I sure dig chicks letting their hair down. But then she grabs my cock again and she slides her hair elastic over it. Whoa there, sweetheart. “What are you doing?” My hand reaches down again to grab my cock but again she slaps it away. “Trust me.”

She slides the elastic down and stretches it to pull it down over my balls. She pushes it down all the way to the base of my cock and she gives my balls a good tug so the elastic fits snuggly under them. I haven’t had time to look at that thing closely but from what I can tell that elastic, unstretched, is not much more than an inch across. And now it’s squeezing tightly at the base of my cock, pushing the balls forward and up against the shaft. “Are you sure that’s safe?” “Will you just shut up already?” Fine, I should have expected something a bit different. Let’s give this a shot. I’ve never tried a makeshift cock ring before.

She pours some more lube on and reapplies the vibe over the head of my cock. The part of my cock (the part of any guy’s cock I think but I’m no expert) that’s the most sensitive is underneath where the head meets the shaft, but that’s not where she puts it. She presses it on top, right on the head, where I’m really not sensitive at all.

The elastic feels a bit weird but I’m getting used to it. Everything feels tighter, more intense. But with the vibe positioned where it is even with the elastic I know I’ll last a while. And again, she’s barely moving the thing, just pressing it against my cock. “This is going to take a while” I tell her. “I know, that’s the point.” she replies. And then to Amy: “The vibe can make them come quickly but if they don’t, then after a while it just numbs the cock and it makes it much harder for them to come.” Well fuck me, sounds like this German gal knows her shit after all.

After a while I start to understand what she means. The vibe is still pressed against the head of my cock but I can’t feel the vibrations much anymore. They’re still there but they feel distant somehow, like I have a pair of jeans on and the vibe isn’t directly on my cock. I look down for the first time in a few minutes and… Honestly I get a tiny bit freaked out by what I see.

That elastic has been squeezing my cock for a while now and my cock has taken on a deep shade of red. It’s not too dark I suppose, it’s not purple and it looks healthy enough, but still, that’s a darker shade than I’m really comfortable with. The funny thing is it feels fine, it doesn’t feel much different than usual, it’s the sight of it that makes me nervous. If you’re a girl you may never have noticed this but there’s this big vein that runs on the right side of a guy’s penis. Hell, I’m a guy and really I’d never really noticed it much before myself. But now I do. That vein is now bulging to at least a couple of times it’s regular size. And my cock… I know this can’t be true but it’s looking so swollen it looks about an inch longer than usual. It’s sticking straight up in her hands and it’s dark and big and long and the head is this deep shade of purple. That might look nice and all but I’m thinking maybe that elastic isn’t such a good idea. My hand reaches down probably a bit faster than it should have if I wanted to look cool and relaxed about it. I’m just gonna pull this thing off, babe, if you don’t mind. But she drops the vibrator and she grabs my wrist before my hand can reach my cock. I don’t want to struggle because I want to act like this is no big deal, but what else am I gonna do? Before I can think of something she bends down and she wraps her lips around my cock. Yeah, that’s something. That’ll do.

My god that feels good… My cock’s so extended there’s this large gap between the swollen head and the shaft. She wraps her slick, moist lips tight around that space and she moves her head up and down. Her lips don’t move much, only half an inch up and half an inch down, and she really concentrates on that gap and that wide flared base of the head of my cock. Her tongue presses underneath, right on the most sensitive spot, and I know that I’m not going to last more than thirty seconds like this. Fuck that feels great. Yeah, I can handle that elastic a few seconds longer, no problem. Thanks, babe. You were right, that’s a pretty good handjob alright. I close my eyes and I can feel my orgasm building up and my hand under her wrist grabs onto the sheets and I let out a moan and…

Fuck! She stops. She’s hunched over me with her head inches above my cock and she’s got drool dripping from the corners of her mouth and she smiles at me “It’s not going to be that quick.” Is she mocking me? Fuck! I’m pissed. My cock’s bobbing up and down like a drunken sailor just inches below her lips. It’s reaching for her, trying to make contact with her mouth, but she’s out of reach. It’s trying to come on its own but without anything touching it that’s not going to happen either. Fuck it I’ll do it myself if that’s what it takes. She’s still holding down one of my wrists so I reach down with my other hand but she grabs that one too. She’s got me in a bit of a bind here.

She’s surprisingly strong. Of course she’s got her whole weight bearing down onto my wrists so that helps but still. I might be able to shake her off if I really tried but I don’t want to act like a fool. I don’t want to struggle too much. I want to keep it cool. Ideally I could just shrug her grip off and casually raise my hands because I’m so much stronger than she is, but that’s not happening. So I settle for the second best option: I just lay there still and quiet like this is no big deal and I’m really not that desperate to come at all. I doubt she buys it.

“Can you hand me that bathrobe?” she asks Amy. “I just need the belt.” Again, I could have struggled, or I could simply have told her to stop, but I figured I should be cool about it. I’d asked for this didn’t I? Didn’t I ask for the best handjob of my life? I should let her do what she wants and just enjoy it, right? I can always tell her to stop later if I’m not into it. But there’s this part of me that knows I’m not going to do it. I just don’t want to give her that satisfaction. This is turning into some kind of power struggle between the two of us. She’s teasing me and getting me to the edge, trying to get me all worked up in a lather. I just need to keep calm and take it and just enjoy it. No big deal. Besides, Amy’s looking on, so I’ve got to make this look good for her.

That said, when she moved my arms up above my head and tied my wrists to the headboard it got me a bit pissed. And, well, I say pissed because I want you to think I’m a real tough guy but there was a bit of nerves there too. How well do I really know this chick? I’ve only met her a few days ago and clearly she’s a bit nuts. Thankfully Amy’s right there but can I really count on her to look out for me? Yes, of course, what the hell am I thinking. And Justine ain’t really nuts either. C’mon man, you were promised a great handjob and this is what you’re getting. So I take a deep breath and I relax and I let her tie me up. But my heart’s beating the drums like it’s in a motherfucking speed metal band..

With me tied up she goes back to my cock. And with my arms over my head like that it’s difficult to crane my neck to see how my cock is doing. I could if I really wanted to but that wouldn’t look very cool and I’m trying to act all relaxed about it, remember? I figure it feels alright so surely it’ll be okay if that elastic stays there for a few more minutes. I can be such a sissy hypochondriac about these things sometimes. Fuck man, man the fuck up a little.

She applies more lube and she presses the vibe against my cock again. And now I can’t really tell if it’s on the top, the bottom, the sides or what. I can feel the all these vibrations but I can’t pinpoint where they’re coming from. It actually feels pretty good. But just as I’m about to come she lifts off. She gives my cock a minute so it stops flailing wildly from side to side like a moron and then she uses her mouth again. Same thing. God her mouth feels like fucking heaven. I can’t tell what she’s doing with it but it’s like fucking the softest, wettest pussy I’ve ever fucked. But when it starts to feel really good she stops. Again. And then she does it with her hands. Gets me to the edge and stop. And then again with the vibe.

By this point quite frankly I can’t think straight. Sex, her hands on my cock, her mouth on my cock are pretty much the only things in my head right now. My god how I want to come. I need to come so fucking bad. My balls feel tight and ready to burst and my cock feels hard and wide and about a fucking foot long. I need to come so badly I’m about to ask her to just get it over with. Pretty please with sugar on top will you please just make me fucking come?. But I don’t want to beg. I’ve got some youthful illusions about pride and whatnot, as if some primordial, caveman part of me is yelling at me that real men take what they want, they do go about begging women to hand it to them. So instead I figure maybe I can catch her at her little game. Maybe I can come before she realizes how close I am. I start thinking about all the dirtiest things I can to get myself off. Naked girls on the internet? Not dirty enough. Naked girls going at it on the internet? Better, but pixels aren’t going to cut it. I need reality. I need flesh and bones. Amy doing it? Better. She’s sitting right there enjoying the sight of me bucking under Justine’s touch. God I sure would like to get up, bend her over and fuck her hard. I see myself pounding into her hard and fast. C’mon cock! Come, just come already! But that’s not enough. Justine has let go of it already and it’s again bobbing against empty air. When she puts her mouth around it again visions of Amy are not enough anymore. I need more. I need dirtier. I need forbidden. I want to fuck Justine.

I don’t know if I really want to fuck her or if it’s just the testosterone flooding my veins and making me go nuts but I want to bend her over and shove my cock inside her. I want to fuck her, hard, wild, fast, like a fucking animal. I want her to moan and to scream from my cock pounding into her. I want to see her face twisted in ecstasy. I want her to beg for more as I grab her by the black root of that blond hair and pull her head back.

Yeah, I’m getting into it. And the girls can probably see the look of concentration on my face. “Tell us what you’re thinking about.” Can I really say it? “Sex.” What kind of sex? “Sex with girls.” Yeah wiseass, that’s the perfect time to be cracking jokes. “Do you want to fuck us?” God, apparently they can read me like a book. “Yes.” Under normal circumstances I might have denied it but with my blood boiling like that I just can’t. My hormones are a goddamn truth serum. If you ever want to know where I’ve hidden the body just have a good-looking broad suck my cock for thirty minutes and I’ll be singing like a canary. “Which one of us?” “Both.” Yeah, I may have to explain that one to Amy later but at this point I can’t help it. “How do you want to fuck me?” That’s Justine asking. “Hard. I want to bend you over and pound you from behind.” And I give her essentially the same little description I’ve just given you a moment ago. I told you, I’m running my mouth off like my aunt Bertha after a bottle of Jack. “Do you want to fuck me in the ass?” Well how can a guy say no to that? “Yes.” “Tell me how you want to fuck me in the ass.” This is Justine after all. The girl who was a camgirl and who’s had sex with more people than I’ve had friends. Nothing can shock her right? I can say pretty much anything I want? “I want to pin you down... Spread your cheeks so wide your ass opens under me… I want to slam my cock into your assHOLE!!!? What the fuck was that?!!! Is that what I think it is?

“When a guy’s that excited it’s really easy to find his prostate. It feels like a hard little chestnut about a couple of inches in toward his cock.” She’s explaining that to Amy. While she has a finger up my ass. And my god I can’t believe it but it feels so fucking good.

“If you just rub around or press it, it feels really good for them. You just push and release and rub around a bit with the tip of your finger.” She’s not even touching my cock anymore and it feels like I’m about to come. I try to act cool about it but let’s face it, I’ve passed that point probably fifteen minutes ago. So instead I hold on to the bars of the headboard and my muscles clench and I groan. At least I didn’t moan. At least I was manly enough to let out that big manly groan. She’s got her finger in me and I can feel the tension building up, and then building up some more, building up way past the point of release, and then my cock’s bobbing up and down and then… I feel it throbbing. I’m clenching my muscles, my ass, my thighs, even my arms, desperate to help my cock push tons of cum out. My balls feel full and tight from the repeated edging, the slightest thing will make them burst. I clench and I push and my cock quivers and throbs and… nothing comes out.

Did I just come? Did I come without coming? I don’t know if I did. I don’t think so. I’m just as horny as I was a minute ago. My cock is still bobbing up and down and my balls are still so tight I need to burst and I’m still desperate to fuck Justine in the ass. It felt good but I didn’t come... My muscles relax anyway: I can’t keep them clenched that tight for that long. Justine grabs my cock in her hand and starts to jerk me off. I shiver when she takes her finger out of my ass and my whole body trembles. I miss the stimulation. It feels like I’m never going to come. I groan. Fuck. “Do you still want to fuck us?” What?

At this point even the thought of coming up with something remotely intelligent is impossible. “Yes” I mumble. I’m lust. I just want to fuck. I’d say I’m an animal but even an animal at least wants to eat. I just want to fuck. “You want to fuck us like this?”

She grabs Amy’s face. She puts both hands on her cheeks and she kisses her. Amy kisses right back. Their lips dance and their tongues come out to lick and kiss. And I’m lying there with my arms tied above my head and my cock a foot-long metal rod sticking straight in the air and I can’t do anything but look at them. What. The. Fuck? It’s such a mindfuck. I can’t believe my eyes. Amy’s told me that she’s kissed girls before but I thought that was all way back in the past. I never imagined she was up for it now. Now I’m learning she is. Just when I’m all tied up and can’t do anything about it.

They’re at it for a while. I don’t know how long. Time freezes as I watch these two go at it. Their hands are roaming all over each other. Their tongues lick and their lips suck and Amy’s got her eyes closed and this look of pure bliss on her face like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to her. Just completely happy. And meanwhile I’m lying there completely powerless. I’m enjoying the show but I’d sure love to have a bigger part in it. “Do you think he’s been patient enough?” Amy nods. “I think so.”

When Justine takes the elastic off the surge of blood makes me gasp. My whole body shivers and twitches for a good five seconds. My hands try to reach down for my cock but I’m still tied up. Thankfully Justine massages it for me. She rubs it gently and squeezes the balls. They still feel too full and tight even with the elastic off, like they’ve been filled three times over. She kneads my cock, working a good grip right at the base and then sliding it up all the way to the head. Then she takes it in her mouth.

God that feels good. Her mouth feels just as good now as it did an hour ago when she first blew me. It still feels like fucking tight, wet, heavenly clouds. Soft but with a ton of pressure. And I’d love to tell you more about it but what else can you say about a fucking great blowjob? This cat’s finally run out of words. Amy lies down next to me and she reaches her hand out toward me. She strokes my chest and my neck, she traces her fingers on my lips, then she moves down, to my upper thighs and just above my cock.

Even with all that build-up it still takes me a while to come. Justine’s mouth feels magical and she’s got a good thing going pumping my cock but it still takes me a while. But you can’t hold back that kind of flood forever. Eventually that dike’s going to burst. When I’m about to come Justine takes me out of her mouth and she jerks me with her hand. She keeps the tip of her tongue on that sensitive spot under the head. The build-up lasts forever. I can feel the cum pooling at the base of my cock, the pressure increasing as more and more of it flows out of my balls and gets ready to explode out of the shaft. I tense up. My whole body clenches. Amy cups my balls and Justine stops jerking me, she just holds my dick and points it up towards me, but she’s still lapping at that sensitive spot. This time there’s no stopping it.

Cum comes gushing out in thick streams that shoot out all the way to my nipples. I’m inches away from giving myself a facial. Again and again it shoots out. The second and third cords shorter than the first, but then the fourth almost reaches my neck. It slowly dies down after that but still more and more keeps coming out.

The girls giggle at how much cum shot out and they both rub it over my chest for a while before Amy gets up to fetch a towel. Getting two girls to towel the cum off of you feels pretty damn good. Not as good as that orgasm I’ve just had but still pretty sweet.

That was the last night before Justine flew back to Berlin so there never was any follow-up sex. And I know I’m ain’t exactly shining the most favorable light over myself here, but I was sure hoping that later that night or the morning after I’d get to fuck Justine. Maybe even fuck her in the ass like she’d talked about. Unfortunately that was not to be. The girls poured themselves a drink and started yakking away like nothing had happened. The next morning we got up, had breakfast, and Justine was on her way. Too bad sex never happened. Still a sweet memory though.

So these days when I happen to meet a German lesbian and she tells me she knows a thing or two about fucking, I don’t argue anymore. I just nod my sweet little head like a good boy and say “Yes Ma’am”. And if you ever meet one might I suggest you do the same. Because those chicks are something else.

Thanks a million, toots.