How I Lost My Hands' Virginity

"It...it's growing, Tiffany!" I exclaimed.

She began giggling as I said this. I felt sort of embarrassed for being so excited, but she pet my head to comfort me. "Yep! Now you're doing babe...mmmm...now you're giving a hand job!"

I smiled back up to her, still kinda proud, and surprised of myself for being so. Then I looked back down and remembered the huge hunk of girl-meat that was flopping around in my soar hands. I felt the fear welling up in my tummy again as I felt the power swelling in her beast. Her cock was huge, and it was getting bigger, my hands and wrists were getting tired, and I was more nervous than ever now. I started to realize that if I couldn't work her over with my hands, she'd want me to work her over some other way, and I was not going to be some girl's bitch, even though she already had me on my knees...jerking HER off?

Her cock was barely semi-erect, and getting harder to hold onto with each pump, it had been about 20 minutes now and I could tell by the look on Tiff's face that it wasn't enough. "Mmmm...good job, sweetie...you ready for your next lesson, babe?"

I knew what she meant, and I wanted to please her, but I didn't want to try...anything else. I think I started tic a lil when I started to massage her cock harder, hoping she would reconsider, "but...I...".

She smiled down at me and stroked my hair to calm me down, "shhhh...sweetie, look at what you have in your lil hands right now...you did a good job, but I need more than hands, cutie. You want me teach you how to give me a nice blow job?" She told me smiling that cute smile.

As soon as I heard her say 'blow job' my mouth went dry, a fear rose in my gut, and all I could do was kneel there and barely nod.