Went red with embarrassment when anywhere near girls. Kept on wanking as a secret. Again like most of us thought I was the only one because I had no o...e to discuss it with. My father had a shop and three doors down a guy opened a secondhand bookshop. This was a godsend because they had back issues of fiesta and knave, so I really got my cock out and wanked at least daily. Yes I had a girlfriend and felt comfortable having a feel but the fear of getting her pregnant and the embarrassment of. I found out later, I wasn't the prime reason for her going on the pill, she wanted to be protected if in case her father molested her.When I woke, her arms were around my body and I felt her bare chest against my back. I did indeed have an erection but only once did her fingers touch the tip and then her hand retracted as though she'd touched hot metal. I still had a hard-on when I needed to go out and pee and I knew she saw it but she didn't comment. From then on, I didn't worry about her. Hiking my left leg over the arm of the chair, my head tossed backwards, my fingers went eagerly to work. Stoking the burning fire between the already sticky flesh of my legs. Churning into my now dripping cauldron as she oozed her warm viscous nectar. Eyes closed as I surrendered to the blissful release that only a really good orgasm can give. The squishy sounds of my fingers sloshing in and out mixing with the low feral moans from deep within my throat making their own sweet symphony as I. . until I got to that stretched bit of skin . . . that always looks like it’s going to break . . . I’m going to lick that bit of skin . . . lick it ever so gently, because it’s so sensitive . . . and my tongue will use it as a bridge, from your shaft . . . to the head of your cock.”My cock throbbed helplessly. I desperately wanted to touch it. Tabatha was teasing me mercilessly and turning me on, but I wanted to come. “Oh, Andy!” she said suddenly as if breaking from character. She sounded.