Amateur handjob for a teen lover

By Lady Sin

Lisa was an amateur, that was certain. Six months ago, she’d graduated high school still a virgin. She hadn’t even given an amateur handjob to anyone, ever.  

Now, she was at Charlie’s house and about to do stuff. They wouldn’t go all the way; he’d agreed to try hand-stuff first. 

She forgot all about the deal when Charlie kissed her again. His hands squeezed her ass and when she gasped, he explored her mouth with his tongue. 

She liked the feeling of his lips on her, especially when he kissed and sucked along her neck and collarbones. 

They moved together, grinding against each other. Lisa felt as if she were on fire. Her hands couldn’t get enough of his strong torso. 

She could feel his hard-on through his pants, but she didn’t feel nervous. 

Maybe it was an amateur handjob, but she knew she wanted it 

He slipped his hands underneath her shirt and cupped her tits over the bra she was wearing.

Lisa dragged her nails down his back and he hissed, pressing his dick against her thigh. She moved and parted her legs. He pushed against her core. 

A rush of pleasure coursed through her body. She arched her back and moaned and he did it again and again. 

If she hadn’t known he was also an amateur, she would’ve bet he had loads of experience. 

Wanting to return the favor, Lisa lifted his shirt and pulled it over his head before kissing. 

He seemed to find that especially arousing; suddenly she was half-naked and on top of him. His eyes roamed over her and his lips made a wet, sloppy trail of kisses until he reached her tits. 

She ground against his erection helplessly. It was way past anything a homemade handjob could help. 

Her panties soaked through when he sucked on her sensitive nipple. 

She mimicked his action. Kissing and nibbling across his chest, she massaged his pectorals and paid special attention to his nipples. 

“You’re so hot,” he gasped when she bit a spot between his neck and his shoulder. “Make me feel so good, baby…”

Forget the amateur handjob; he wanted to see her naked  

Charlie hooked his fingers on her skirt and panties and pulled down. She helped him along, sliding off the last of her clothing until she was naked and panting above him. 

He gripped her hips in a very much non-amateur way, and suddenly her pussy was right over his mouth. 

His tongue stroked and lapped at her wet center. She almost screamed; her eyes closing and her head thrown back. 

He started circling her clit quickly. Lisa moved her hips and he followed with his head, not stopping for a second. 

“I – need-…”

Suddenly, he sucked on her clit and she grabbed on his hair and tugged. 

He laughed and seemed fascinated by her reaction. Lisa had never felt this much pleasure in her entire life. 

Her body moved almost on its own and she could barely hear the sounds she was making. 

Charlie encouraged her with his tongue, flicking it over her clit, teasing her entrance, massaging her ass. 

When the orgasm hit her, she screamed his name. 

She rocked wildly against him, chasing the pleasure. He kept moving his tongue, lapping the juices from her pussy as if he were thirsty.

It finally became all too much for her and she moved to lie next to him, panting. He licked his glistening lips with a smug look in his eyes. 

“You’re delicious, Lisa,” he whispered. 

From that position, she couldn’t help but notice his erection. 

Lisa had always been curious about amateur handjobs 

If she wanted to become really, really good at it, she’d have to start practicing. 

She kissed him again, letting his hands roam over her tits and her ass. When he was distracted enough, she closed her fingers around his big, dripping dick. 

He made a sound and gripped her waist. 

“Please,” he begged, his voice like velvet against her ear. 

Lisa moved her hand carefully, up and down. 

He was already gasping; guiding her along. She might be giving an amateur handjob, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. Lisa learned what movements he liked the most. 

She made small circles on his head while she pumped his dick. This made him lift his hips, bucking against her hand. 

“Do you like that?” She asked. 

“Best – handjob – ever,” he panted in response. Lisa giggled and went just a little bit faster. 

He was dripping a clear liquid and she took advantage of it to start sliding her fist over his dick with more ease. He liked that too – encouraging her and burying his face on her shoulder. 

Lisa stopped; asked him to sit on the edge of the bed. 

He nodded quickly and she kneeled between his legs. She wanted to have the best view of him orgasming. 

She pumped him again, marveling at the shape and size of his dick. Her mouth watered. Acting on instinct, Lisa traced his throbbing veins with her tongue. He tangled his fingers on her hair and looked at her as if she were a goddess. 

“Keep going,” he said huskily. 

Charlie helped her twist her fist while she went up and down. Lisa followed his instructions until he was thrusting helplessly against her hand. 

She skimmed her fingers over his chest and thighs. 

He gasped and came unexpectedly, his jizz coating her fingers. Lisa looked at him wickedly and tasted his juices. 

“You’re delicious, too,” she replied. 

They were both happily tired. Lisa tangled her legs with his and thought that maybe, just maybe, they would go all the way very soon.