An adolescent lover's amateur handiwork

Lisa was an amateur. That was certain. Six months ago, she had graduated highschool still a virgin. She had never given an amateur handjob to anyone.

Now she was at Charlie's house, and about to do some stuff. He'd already agreed to hand-stuff the first.

Charlie kissed her again and she forgot everything about the deal. He squeezed her stomach and, when she gasped for air, he inspected her mouth with his tongue.

He loved her feeling his lips on her, especially when they kissed along her neck or collarbones.

They moved together, grinding against one another. Lisa felt like she was on fire. His strong torso was overwhelming Lisa's hands.

Although she could feel her hard-on through her pants, she didn't feel nervous.

It was possible that she did it as a hobby, but she knew what she wanted.

He reached under her shirt, slipped his fingers underneath it, and rubbed her thighs against the bra.

Lisa pulled her nails along his back, and he hissed, pushing her thigh against his. She moved and separated her legs. He pushed against her core.

Her body felt a rush of pleasure. He moaned, and she arched her back again.

She would have beent that he was an amateur if she had not known.

Lisa wanted to repay the favor and lifted Lisa's shirt over his head, before they kissed.

That was what he found most arousing. He suddenly saw her half-naked, and he was on top of her. He looked over her, and his lips left a trail of wet kisses that lasted until he reached her tits.

He ereked. She resisted. It was beyond what a simple handjob could do.

When he took her sensitive nipple, his panties were sore.

He did the same thing. She kissed and nibbled on his chest and paid particular attention to his nipples.

He gasped as she bit into his shoulder and neck. "Make me feel so great, baby ..."

He didn't want to do a hand job; he wanted to see her naked.

Charlie snatched her skirt and pants with his fingers and pulled them down. He helped her along by sliding off all of her clothes until she was completely naked.

He grabbed her hips in an extremely non-amateur manner, and suddenly his pussy was right above his mouth.

His tongue stroked her wet center and he sat down on it. She nearly screamed, her eyes closing and her head being thrown back.

He started circling her clit quickly. Lisa moved her hips, and he followed her head with his head, never stopping for a second.

"I - need-..."

He sucked on her clit suddenly and she grasped at his hair and tugged.

He laughed and was astonished at her reaction. Lisa never experienced such joy in her whole life.

Her body was almost able to move on its own, and she couldn't hear what she was saying.

Charlie supported her with his tongue, flicking the tip of it over her clit and teasing her entrance. He also massaged her back.

She screamed at him when he hit her with the Orgasm.

He rocked her wildly, as if chasing his pleasure. He moved his tongue as if he was thirsty, and licked the juices from her lips.

She finally gave up and moved to be next to him, panting. With a smug smile, he licked his shiny lips and gave him a kiss.

He whispered, "You're delicious Lisa."

She couldn't help but notice the erection from that position.

Lisa had always been curious about amateur handjobs

She would have to practice if she was to be really, really good at it.

He let his hands run over her tits, her legs and her ans as she kissed her again. She wrapped her fingers around him when he seemed distracted enough.

He made a sound, and he grabbed her waist.

He begged for her, his voice a velvety against her ears.

Lisa carefully moved her hand up and down.

He was already gasping and guiding her along. He seemed to enjoy his job, even though he was doing it as an amateur. Lisa discovered which movements he enjoyed the most.

While she was pumping his dick, she made small circles around his head. He shook his head and lifted his hips as he fought against her hand.

"Does that sound good?" she asked.

He replied, "Best - handjob-ever," Lisa laughed and moved a little faster.

She noticed that he was pouring clear liquid on his arm and began to slide her fist more easily over his dick. He enjoyed that, encouraging her and placing his head on her shoulder.

Lisa asked him to lie down on the edge of his bed.

He nodded rapidly and she sat down between his legs. She wanted the best view possible of him, orgasming.

She again pumped him, admiring the size and shape of his dick. Her mouth watered. Lisa followed her instinct and traced his throbbing veins using her tongue. He pulled his hair up with his tongue and looked at Lisa as if he were a goddess.

He said, huskily, "Keep going."

Charlie assisted her in twisting her fist as she moved up and down. Lisa followed his directions until he thrust helplessly against her arm.

She rubbed his chest and thighs with her fingers.

He gasped, and he came suddenly, his jizz coating his fingers. Lisa stared at him with a wicked smile and sipped his juices.

"You're delicious, too," she replied.

Both were happy to be tired. Lisa tied Lisa's legs together and thought they might make it all the way soon.