Compersion

4 Show Me Yours And I'll Show You Mine

When I returned home, I crept in quietly and ventured to my bedroom. I walked in to see Hanna sitting on the bed with her legs folded and her head dropped. She looked sad and frightened and it broke my heart. I moved to the side of the bed and asked if I could join her. She nodded and I sat down next her. I put my arm around her and spoke softly and calmly.

"Hanna," I said, "I know what you were doing. I'm completely fine with it."

She gasped out, "You are?"

"Of course. You know, I think we have been going at this whole- Uh- sex business the wrong way." I continued, "I know how we have been brought up and what we believe, but I want you happy."

Her face seemed to magically transform before my eyes. Hanna reached over and hugged me. I felt my cock beginning to stiffen. The images of Hanna pleasuring herself on the bed flashed in my head. Then a vision of Mark, stroking his long, hard cock, filled my mind's eye. I pulled her close and Hanna could feel my hard prick pushing through my jeans. She looked up at me and smiled. She laid back on the bed and assumed the consummation position.

"Not like that," I said. "Show me how to do it."

A look of fear shot across her face as she asked, "Do what?"

"Show me how to do what you were doing. I want to please you, Hanna. I love you."

Hanna nervously pulled up her nightgown revealing her plain cotton panties. I reached down and took a hold of them and slowly pulled down. I never really took a good look at Hanna's pussy before. A small, pink fold of flesh could be seen through the patch of thick sandy brown hair. She reached down with one hand and began to gently rub, up and down her gash. I got up from the bed and began to undress as I watched her. I knelt down on the bed, in between her legs, as she started slipping her dainty little finger into her hole. I wanted in her so badly, but watching her pleasure herself was really turning me on.

I lifted her legs from the knees, so that her feel were flat. I slid my hands down her thighs and gently rubbed them. She let out a soft moan and closed her eyes. I watched her face for a few moments and then she opened her eyes and asked why I hadn't entered her. I explained that I was entranced watching her. Suddenly, I felt Hanna's hand on my penis. She squeezed it a bit and ask me if I masturbate. I nodded and she asked me to show her. I willingly complied. Hanna and I watched each other masturbate.

I couldn't help, but occasionally think of Mark's huge cock in the firelight of the woods. I was staring intently at Hanna's furry, little bush when I imagined Mark's dick sliding in and out of it. It was so big! I wondered if it would hurt her or if she would like it. I wanted to see that curved monster pushing deep inside her. I heard myself starting to moan under my breath. Hanna's gaze was fixed on me viciously pulling on my cock. I told her I was going to orgasm and she started rubbing her pussy faster and faster.

"Not yet," she breathed out, "Not yet… Just a few seconds more."

I immediately eased up my pace and shifted my attention from this thick, hard cock in my hand. This, I thought, must be edging. Several times I would take myself close to orgasm and then slow down. I could feel my load building up. My balls had tightened so that they were lodged up in my groin. I reached down with my free hand and felt to see if they were still there. The brush of my fingertips felt so amazing. I continued to lightly stroke them until I heard Hanna panting. She started to arch her back and gasp for the air.

"Now," she cried.

I started to pull at my cock and rub my ball sack. Started to thrash about and cry out in absolute pleasure. As the pressure built up inside me, I tried with all my might to hold back the fountain of semen I was about to eject. My hips began to thrust as if they had a mind of their own. Suddenly there was a pulsating sensation from below my sack. I moved my fingers from my balls, down to my taint. The moment I touched it, I felt it throb three or four times before the burst of ecstasy rushed from my anus to the tip of my engorged cockhead. My dick spurted out long jets of milky white cum into the air. Hanna was crying out as a stream of clear liquid shot from between her fingers and hit my leg. My goodness! She shot just like me. Once we had clamed down from our masturbatory session, both Hanna and I laid back on the bed, me at the foot and her at the head. With our legs crisscrossed and intersected, we began to laugh out loud.

"Hanna," I laughed, "Was that really awesome or what?!"

"It was," she chimed, "I love you, Malachi."