The Turgid Details
There was a knock at the door.
Jesus Christ, go away, he thought miserably.
“David,” Cassie said softly. “Can I come in?”
“Jesus, Cassie, would you please just go home! I feel horrible about what I did! I’m sorry!”
She opened the door anyway.
“I’m not,” she said evenly, staring at him.
He grabbed a corner of the bedspread and tried to cover himself. His erection, however, wasn’t having any of that. It throbbed high and hard beneath the bedspread, building a circus tent and demanding to be recognized. She didn’t say anything else, just walked across the bedroom and peered out the window. She nodded to herself.
She left the window and took a seat beside him on the bed. An electric thrill surged up his chest and into his brain as he watched her slowly reach across his leg and gently touch the bulge in the bedspread. He moaned loudly.
“Shhhh,” she said, pressing a finger to his lips.
She pushed him gently down across the bed. The bedspread fell away and the cock reared up angry and proud from the middle of his crotch. Droplets glistened in the slit of its bloated, heart-shaped helmet. Cassie’s eyes gleamed intently.
“David,” she said softly. “You have an amazing penis.” She drew in a breath. “And it’s so incredibly muscular.”
David groaned, hips thrusting involuntarily.
“I’m a virgin,” he croaked.
“Do tell,” she said dryly.
His heart hammered painfully against his chest as she reached out with a fingertip and caressed his frenulum. He cried out and abruptly climaxed violently, his cock hurling great ropy streams in her warm, firm grasp. She stroked him gently as his hips pumped reflexively, expertly milking him with obvious delight. He opened his eyes and found her staring at him expectantly.
“Still want me to go home?”