When he made that statement, I immediately had a flash back to those years. I remember how I felt. I have always considered myself to be “short dick...d”. I said, “Don’t let it bother you.” “The dick is not the man, but the man can be a dick.” He laughed so hard beer came out of his nose. I asked him if he has had a lot of success with the girls. “No” was his reply. He said he was much too embarrassed to even try much less succeeding with the girls. I looked him square in the eye and told him. Then, adding her other hand, she begins jerking him off in earnest. The muscles in her arms and shoulders, clearly visible in her tank top, moving sexily under her tanned skin.The delicious feel of his entire cock being fully enclosed in her warm hands is almost more than Steve can bear, after the sexual wasteland he has endured the last few months. His knees slide apart and his heels dig into the soft cool earth beneath his feet. Grasping one of her forearms, he begins thrusting into her tight. "Tell me how much you want it Jeanine. Beg me to pop your cherry." Robert taunted.The tears welled up in Jeanine's eyes as she looked over her shoulder to see Robert idly stroking his manhood. "Please don't make me do this Robert." Jeanine pleaded. Robert's smile faded as his eyes narrowed. "Now, Bitch, get yourself nice and wet and tell me now how much you want me to fuck you." As Jeanine resigned herself to the inevitable she heard her own voice begin to beg. "Oh yea baby, I need that nice. These observations drove me to the extreme stage of sexual excitement. My dick was strongly strained and was issuing a drop of precum from time to time; the scrotum hardened as a stone and pressed the balls; my perineum was throbbing. My sister had already calmed down, still resting on her side with bent legs, and possibly started getting asleep, but my excitation kept on. I was afraid of any movement; moreover, how could I let myself to masturbate, though I wanted to badly? That would a.