"Dick Knowledge"





My new girlfriend Cindy asked if she could watch me masturbate. It brought an instant erection. She was puzzled when I asked her to find a good pair of scissors. While giving me a close pubic trim, my cock was up and pumping. I was so excited that it was bobbing around in the air like a tree-limb in the wind. Cindy said, "Why am I doing this?"



I said, "A good inch gets lost in those pubes. This will make for a better visual. That's what you want isn't it?"



"In other words, this makes it look bigger."



I said, "Be all that you can be."



She said, "Jesus Christ it's big!"



Naked, I lay on the bed with my dick still reaching for the sky. Kneeling next to me Cindy said, "I can't wait. Go ahead, pound away."



"I'm not a pounder," I said. "I'm more of a finesse guy." Without touching the penis I brought a middle finger beneath the scrotum and pressed gently into the collection of nerve-endings situated there (the perineum). Instantly the cock swelled. It lengthened and thickened before our eyes.



"Oh my God," she said. "Look at that!"



My damned unit was swaying and swelling and I had yet to touch it. With my other hand I put a finger, the pinkie, upon the base of the underside, pressing gently into the trigger-point there. The cock grew even more.



"It's huge," she said. "Look at it!"



"How would you know?" I said. "You said you weren't very experienced."



"I lied. I've seen lots of 'em. But I've never seen anything like this." She reached out for it but I slapped her hand away. "That's against the rules," I said.



With a finger still pressing up under my balls, the fingers of my other hand found a home, one at a time, up along the underside of the shaft, finding the nerve-endings, each finger with gentle, perfect pressure on a sensitive trigger-point. The last, my index finger, found the sweet spot, the corona, behind the swollen knob. I lay back with eyes closed. I was beginning to build. With no pounding, no stroking, I could bring myself off. It was all a matter of anatomy.



"Open your eyes," she said. "Look!"



When I opened my eyes even I was shocked, I who had played with this tool a hundred times. A good visual? It was incredible! It looked angry. The swollen head was a shiny red apple, bursting with blood. A throbbing, pencil-thick vein coursed down along the massive shaft like a blue river of dreams. It looked ready to explode, which of course was the truth, and I had yet to give it a simple squeeze. I knew that it was time for the big finish. I leaned back with eyes closed. I continued the pressure on the perineum underneath in order to maintain length and thickness. With my other hand I began a furious and feathery fondling on the back side of the knob. Using all five fingers I delicately teased that nerve-ending, the corona, until little moans escaped from me. I heard Cindy gasp with excitement. I came like gangbusters, fireworks behind the eyelids, grunts out of my mouth. I sighed deeply. Relaxing, I opened my eyes to see Cindy leaning over me, gobbling dollops of semen off of my stomach. Most of the ejaculate was still oozing slowly, perched on the top of my cock, a big load looking for a home. Opening her mouth wide, Cindy covered the still throbbing knob and took ownership of all that syrup. Frantic, she threw herself on top of me, pinning my wrists to the bed. We made out furiously, thrashing around, making noise. Our lips became sticky as we passed my semen back and forth from mouth to mouth.



We both swallowed and laughed. In the shower we kissed and fondled one another. Using my own techniques she had me groaning in no time. Like little kids, soaking wet, we raced back to the rack.