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consent of the author. CODES: Slow, M/F 1st, voy., reluc. Hard homework #2 - Some things are much harder than the homework! My hand hadn't made its way through his boxer shorts yet. But already, I could feel the something hard under my fingers through the thin fabric. Tim was not about to say anything and I was really enjoying the situation. At first, I only wanted to feel his dick. I was so tired of being the "prude little girl." I needed to see his dick, just any dick, right now! Just so I could show "miss Nancy" I knew as much as she did. But now, just the touch of it slowed me down. Tim was a nice young man and I wanted to savor every moment! My hand was brushing against his rod and I thoroughly enjoyed it. But this was not ideal. His jeans were too tight to enjoy my new toy properly. So I decided to untie his jeans and slowly pull them down. Tim was red in his face and didn't dare look me in the eyes except for very brief uncontrolled looks. "Tim this is great" I said without thinking. My eyes were fixed on his bulge. It was a mere twelve inches away from me. I could easily make the contour of his privates through the blue boxer shorts. I looked up at him for a second and met his eyes. Then I moved my left hand upward and pressed it directly over his rod, though it was still hiding behind the soft fabric. I could feel just how very hard it was. I can't describe the feeling that gave me, knowing what it was that my hand was touching. I started moving my hand around so that I could feel the whole length of it. No way his dick would fit inside his boxers if it wasn't at an angle. It must have been around eight inches long, I thought. As my hand moved around, at one point some fingers accidentally made it though the opening. Three fingers made contact with extremely warm skin. As soon as it registered in my mind that I had my fingers on a hard, warm, real penis, my hand immediately retracted and my eyes darted up. If Tim was shy, he was not alone. I wasn't as daring as I tried to show. "I'm sorry, I hope you didn't mind that" I said. He managed to look at me and said, "no, it's fine... I'm just, well, you know..." "What?" I asked. "I mean, nobody's ever gone that far! It's not really comfortable standing here with my pants down you know..." I could certainly understand that. "You're right, Tim, but we need to get answers for this homework and we'll do what it takes to get them." He said, "I'm not sure it's a good idea, Christine, I'm..." "I will not look stupid in front of everybody again!" I couldn't stop myself shouting! "I might not have much experience, but I dare say your penis seems to like our homework a lot..." That made him look away and turn even redder than he was. I couldn't repress a small smile. He looked so timid. He really was a nice young man. But I would have to take control of this because he was not about to help me. On the other hand, he was not about to stop me either, I thought cheerfully and smiled. I just took a deep breath and pushed my hand back inside his trousers. Again, I met with Tim's hard penis. But I didn't pull back this time. I closed my eyes and pushed further until I could feel his warm skin from the base of my palm to the tip of my fingers. It was so warm. I opened my eyes and could see my hand's outline through the boxer. I moved it up and down over Tim's dick for a while and then encircled it with all fingers. Tim couldn't help opening his mouth and breath hard. His dick was really soft and very hard, but spongy at the same time. It felt like nothing I had felt before. So powerful and so delicate at the same time. I was really enjoying holding his penis, but there's something else I wanted even more. "Do you mind if I look at it?" I asked, thought it was clear in my head I wouldn't take no for an answer... He almost made up his mind to answer me, but I didn't give him a chance. I pulled on the fabric with my right hand and pulled his dick with my left hand. I had to wiggle it around but his long hard shaft found its way out. His manly rod was now peeking out through the opening of his boxer shorts with my left hand around it! It was real hard and pointing upward. Being on my knees, I was looking at the underside of it and it's thickness was impressive. Almost three fingers wide! "Hold it right there, I'll be back" I told him, I quickly went to the kitchen. "Where are you going?" he asked behind me. I didn't have to look around for very long, because I remembered exactly where I had put it. So I opened the drawer and quickly walked back towards Tim with my tape measure. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack and quickly said "what do wanna do with that?!" "Well, measure your penis of course" I replied matter-of-factly. "No way! It's... it's..." "It's required for our homework Tim, it won't hurt. Why don't you help me? Take a pad and a pen to write the measurement down..." I said, trying to make it sound like a normal thing to do. As I took the tape measure and brought my attention back to his manhood I was in for a little surprise. Tim's dick had softened it was now pointing downwards. "What happened?!" I said in surprise. "Nothing's happened, I'm just a little nervous and you would be too, if you had your skirt around your ankles!" he replied, frustrated. "Well in fact, this is great because we need an estimate of how much it grows when erected, so we first need to measure it what it's soft..." and as I talked, I put one side of the tape to the base of Tim's dick and measured its length up to the tip. I did to reading and said "its two and a half inches long, write it down please," and so he did. "Now we have to take a measurement when it's hard" I said, looking at him. I was waiting for some kind of answer, but it didn't come. So I had to ask, "Can you make it hard?" "I don't have much control over that! It's not my fault..." "It's okay, we'll fix it together," but even as I said so I felt a bit uneasy about what had to be done. I knew my options, thanks to magazines I had read as well as other conversations with friends. But doing it was something else... Tim was just looking at me now, waiting to see what I was gonna do... I decided to give him a handjob. I took a deep breath and wrapped his flaccid dick with all my fingers. As soon as I did that, I just forgot about everything else. I just had to explore this new toy! I tried tightening my grip a little bit and Tim let out a moaning sound and closed his eyes. I found that very funny and it encouraged me to do it again, letting go of the pressure and then squeezing his soft shaft in my hand to hear Tim moan some more. After a couple of these, I started moving my fingers up and down the underside of his shaft while holding his rod firmly in my hand. I was really enjoying the feel of his soft dick, but I quickly found myself having difficulty wrapping my fingers around it... Tim was having an erection! His dick was getting bigger and bigger, both in size and in length. Tim was moaning some more, not bothering to open his eyes. I had to adjust my grip and started moving my hand in much broader strokes. I thought it was really cool. Only hours before, I had been ridiculed because I had no sexual experience and here I was on the same day, giving my friend a handjob and looking at his dick growing like crazy! After only thirty seconds or so, it just wasn't the same cock anymore! It had become a little bit darker in color and looked much more veiny. But the obvious difference was that it was no longer fitting in my hand. I just wasn't able to join my finger tips around it. There was no point in trying to force my fingers around it; his thing was now as hard as a kneecap! Then I just remembered why I was doing this! I took my tape measure and put it against the length of his rod to measure it at its maximum length... "Tim, it's now 6 inches long! Take a note of it" I said. It took a second or two for him to finally open his eyes and write the measurement down on his pad. Then I added, "This is really impressive, did you see it grow!?" Of course, that was an utterly stupid question. Of course he had seen his thing grow time and time again... But I was just over-excited with such an unusual situation. I knew that penises came in much larger size than 6 inches I was pretty sure, but it was having felt it grow in my own hands by 3 and a half inches that was impressing me. Which gave me yet another idea! "Hey, we have to measure the circumference" I told Tim. But I guess he didn't care, as long as I was planning on playing with his cock some more, I think he'd let me do just anything! I used the tape measure again, but around his hard rod this time. "That's 5 and a half inches Tim!" I exclaimed myself. I was having as much fun as he did, I'm sure. Then it came to my mind that we had forgot about something. "Tim, we forgot to measure your circumference when you were flaccid! We need that too, in the report." He answered the same thing as before, "I don't have much control over that! It's not my fault..." I guess I would have to do everything around here, wouldn't I? But I became red in the face, thinking about what had to be done! If he was to get soft again, I knew of two ways... Either we waited for him to soften again, but he was so turned on, I don't think it was about to happen in this decade... Or else I could use another trick to get him soft much faster... But it was so daring... and I guess that's why I wanted so much to do it. I just had to make Tim cum. To make him lose control and spurt his semen in my hands... or elsewhere! The picture of a young man's hard cock shooting cum thrilled me. I wondered what it would look like? What it would feel like holding his shaft, his balls when it happened? I put my left hand around his hard shaft once more and started stroking it. Tim responded immediately, closing his eyes again, so he didn't see my right hand moving forward to get a hold of his balls... To be continued... Your constructive comments are very much appreciated. Please write to DrippingInk@someprivacy.com . |