Sex-Ed for Dummies - Lesson 04

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not real! It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Lesson #4: Handjob

Starring Olivia Holt

Codes: Cons, MF, Handjob

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An enormous black cock filled the screen. A tiny, dainty perfectly-manicured hand was wrapped around the massive dick. Slowly, the camera zoomed out farther and farther until it revealed two people sitting next to one another on a couch. An enormous well sculpted African-American man was attached to the gigantic schlong. Next to him with her teeny fist clenched around his prick was an equally tiny, petite young blonde woman. Olivia Holt slowly slid her hand to the top of the stiff chocolate rod. She gave the head a gentle squeeze, only to slide back down to the base. Her movements were slow, controlled and methodical as she gazed alluringly into the camera.

"Hello all! Welcome back to Sex-Ed For Dummies. I'm Olivia Holt, actress, singer and nubile young hottie." She flashed a stunning smile at the camera, her arm never wavering as it slowly jerked the mammoth piece of manmeat next to her. "Today, I will be demonstrating how to give the perfect handjob. If there is even such a thing." She looked at her male costar quizzically, as if struggling to remember something. "This is...is...well, to be honest, I've forgotten his name."

He opened his mouth to state his name, but she cut him off first. "But does it really matter? Because look at this size of this fucking dick!"

She bent over and leaned in close to examine it, staring with a wide opened mouth. It was quite the specimen. 11 inches long. Girthier than your average salami loaf. Thick veins twisted around the oversized cock. And sitting at the base were two fat testicles, each the size of a small clementine resting on the sofa. He was shaven clean, not a single strand of dark curly hair visible on his crotch. Olivia's hand looked absurdly little next to it. She was barely able to curl her fingers all the way around the dark shaft as she stroked him.

"You may be asking yourself. Why is Olivia Holt here talking about handjobs? Well, let me tell you. I've got a long history of jerking guys off. Like, so so so many over the years. It really aids with the whole casting process. You know with directors, writers, executives, and especially producers."

She flashed an overtly large wink at the producer who grinned sheepishly and nodded his head emphatically in agreement. Some of the crew were also nodding their heads with equally matching silly grins.

"Ok! Let's begin! As you can see, we've already lubricated this bad boy up. Spit, lotion, lube or oils are all viable options when giving a handjob. Today I've opted for some nice oily lube. Don't want my arm to get worn out! Normally you'd start off with a bit of over-the-pants action. You know, give him a little rubdown while the two of you fool around. We've skipped all that to get right to the meat of it."

She shook his cock by the base as she said that. It waved back and forth through the air and she giggled. Now starting to pick up the pace a bit, she jacked the shiny slick shaft just a bit faster.

"Our friend here is circumcised, but what we talk about today shouldn't make too much of a difference. If your cock isn't circumcised, just peel that foreskin back and get to work! Gently of course. This goes without saying, but dry-dogging it isn't advised. It might ok to rub one out really quick, but you definitely do not want any chaffing going on down there. Use lube people."

Olivia squeezed his pole tight, kneading the bulbous mushroom head between dainty fingers. Crystal clear glistening precum was expelled from the tip. It rolled down the underbelly of the dark girthy pole. Her attentive eyes followed its slow descent down his prick. With nimble fingers she scooped it up, bringing her hand up to the light. Thumb and forefinger rubbing together, she smeared the precum all over her digits. Pulling them apart left a clear, sticky string connecting the two. She continued playing with it, back and forth, smearing it into her fingers and hand. A sly smirk danced across her lips as she glanced towards his face for his reaction. He watched with wide eyes, clearly in approval of her actions. A snap from offset brought her back to reality.

She cleared her throat before saying, "We are sitting here on a couch, just like a couple of horny teenagers in their parent's living room. This is a prime position for a little hanky-panky. After your tool has been properly lubricated, just wrapped your hand around like this. Start at the base, squeeze tight with a firm grip. Not too tight though. You aren't trying to choke him out. Then slide your hand up to the top in one fluid motion. Once at the top, slide back down. Easy enough! Start off slow, but you can build up speed pretty quickly unless you want to tease or edge him. He'll usually let you know if he wants you to go faster."

She demonstrated, giving a few long slow strokes from the base to tip. They were precise. Methodical. With just the right amount of grip. It wasn't long before her hand was moving faster and faster. The squelching sounds echoed across the quiet set.

*SHICK*SHICK*SHLOCK*SHLICK*SCHLOCK*SHICK*

The sounds only grew louder as she thumped up and down, her hand a pale blur along the dark pillar of manmeat. The heads of every crew member bounced like a pogo stick, following the trajectory her palm as she ferociously beat his meat. The dude gripped the couch tighter, letting out a groan. He was in heaven. Then she stopped. Suddenly releasing his dick. It throbbed in protest.

"What the fuck?!?" He yelled, his deep voice booming out across the set.

"Don't want you blowing too early. Still got lots more to show the folks at home!" Olivia said as she uncrossed her legs, giving a nice revealing look at the sheer black panties beneath her short skirt. "Stand up for me stud."

He stood up, showing off his impressive height. Olivia stood as well, barely coming up to his chest. His cock was closer to eye level than it was to her hands. Shuffling behind her costar, she rested one hand on his toned and muscular stomach. Her fingers felt each rock-hard ab in his cut six-pack. Her other hand fondled his cock again, now aimed in front of him like a spear. Facing the camera, she peeked out from behind the dark muscular man. Her brown eyes sparkled as she started jacking him off again.

"If you stand behind him and jerk him off, that's pretty hot too. And if he's into butt stuff, then you can have a little fun playing with backdoor while you stroke him. A little prostate play can also go a long way, just make sure you ask before you stick a finger up his bum. How bout' it pal?"

"Uhhhh...no thanks?"

Olivia shrugged and said, "Your loss. I know just the right spot to hit."

The chocolate hunk took a moment to consider it, but in the end decided on no, shaking his head from side to side.

"Oh well. Next time then! Something we haven't talked about yet are testicles! Balls. Nuts. Jewels. Nads. Bollocks."

She grinned, flashing another glittering smile. Her hand molesting his midriff moved down his frame until it was below his gigantic schlong, resting on his inner thigh. She spread her fingers wide and began fondling his nustack. Her miniature palm could barely fit both of the plum-sized gonads as she dexterously began to juggle them back and forth, her well-manicured squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure.

"Jesus Christ!" She said, looking down as his dangling bits. "Most guys don't have balls this big. Fuck. Well, anyways, you always want to be gentle with the balls, unless he tells you otherwise. Cupping them in the palm of your hand is a good way to start. Use your fingers to massage the sack, pressing gently rubbing around the scrotum. Make sure not to tug on his gonads."

All five of her fingers worked independently, kneading and rubbing a different section of his ballsack as the heavy bollocks rested in the palm of her hand. They danced from his perineum in the back to the base of his shaft in the front, treating every inch to the most sensual of massages.

"How am I doing so far?" She asked, chuckling.

"Good. Really fucking good." He grunted out.

"Make sure that you keep stroking while juggling his jewels. It really helps add another whole dimension to the handjob. And if you're feeling ballsy." She winked at the pun. "Move those fingers behind the sack and give his taint a little rubdown.

Her fingers left the bulging nustack and spent the next minute rubbing his taint, straying dangerous close to his butthole at times. Her other hand never stopped jerking his prick, sliding from base to tip with strong, quick, repetitive motions. His dark piss-slit winked at the camera, dribbling precum with every few strokes. The drops fell onto the gaudy carpeted floor, to stay there with the combined fluids of all the other guests that had shared the stage.

"You can ask him which hand he usually jerks off with. Right or left. Then use the opposite hand, it'll give him a whole new experience. So, which is it pal, righty or leftie?"

"Err, right I guess."

"Great!" She said, switching up her hands so now her left hand was doing the stroking and her right one moved down to work his hanging cum-filled orbs.

"Feel any different?" She asked.

He nodded his assent. She smiled and jerked him harder. She repeated her same techniques that she had demonstrated thus far with her other hand.

"Ok! Time to switch things up!" Olivia declared, letting go of his cock and stepping around in front of him.

She knelt down in from of him, thrusting out her ass as she got into position. Both the camera and crew were treated to a nice eyeful of that perky behind before she settled on the floor. Her already petite frame look even smaller down there in comparison. She reached up with both hands to grab the cock in front of her. The camera swung around to get a nice profile view of them, Olivia Holt kneeling in front of this big black cock.

"Kneeling in front of him like this is a great way to show your submissive side. He'll loom over you with his big dick right in your face and you can stroke to your hearts content. This position is prime for two hands. And this cock needs it! Hell, it probably needs three or four!"

She gripped his cock like an Olympic gymnast grips a pole. It was still shiny, plenty slick with the lube they had started with. Holding both hands out in front of her with her elbows out to side, she began to jerk it. Looking very much like she was doing a Shake-Weight commercial, the cock quivered in front of her feeling both hands working over its shaft. She kept both hands together as she jerked. Muscles bulged in her arms as she jacked that dick for all it was worth. Once again, her hands became a speeding pale blur as they moved across the oversized ebony dong. The squelching sounds were back. Louder than ever before.

*SHLOCK*SHICK*SHLICK*SLOCK*SHLOCK*SHICK*

Above those noises she said, "Usually this position also goes great with blowjobs, but we already know that from our lesson with Taylor Swift! So that means no cock-sucking for me today." She frowned and pouted at the camera, still working the shaft. "That's too bad because my arms are getting tired! Can you sit back down?"

She stared up alluring at the chiseled stud above her. He nodded and collapsed back onto the couch, his dick swinging with enough force to take an eye out. Olivia stood back up and sat down on his other side. Dutifully she fisted his pick and started jerking again.

"Ok, a couple of advanced techniques and I'll have him spewing in no time. Straight up jacking is all well and fine, but add a little twist to your strokes and have your man squirming."

Olivia slowed down her strokes to demonstrate. Like she was turning a screwdriver, her tiny fist twisted around the shaft as she moved up and twisted back as she slid down. A potent mixture of lube and precum oozed from between her fingers as she did so.

"You can use both hands and twist in opposite directions along the shaft."

Both hands took hold of his slippery boner and twisted in opposite directions, working in perfect unison as she stroked from tip to balls. The level of dexterity and precision was awe-inspiring. One of the crew was actually jotting down notes to try out on himself later. Now quite pink in the face, she released him, fanning herself with both sticky hands.

"Excuse me! I'm getting all hot and bothered. Let's get you off buddy so I can go rub one out in my dressing room." She said.

She grabbed him by the tip and slid all the way down the base. As she hit the bottom, she let go just as her other hand grabbed the tip. It too slid all the way down only to let go. She repeated this downward action over and over again working his cock like she was shucking an ear of corn. Without warning, she reversed direction, grabbing him by the base and rocketing upwards with a single hand. As soon as her palm left the swollen mushroom tip, her other hand grabbed the base and shot upwards as well. She repeated this upwards motion in a fluid continuous cycle of stroking. Finally, she turned to stare into the camera, smiling wickedly.

"For that final push, I think a little dirty talk is in order. Always an important part of any handjob."

She snuggled in close to him and craned her neck upwards to whisper into his ear. The boom guy hurried forward, somewhat awkwardly as the raging hardon in his pants made it difficult to move. He wanted to make sure he got every naughty word.

"Here we go big boy. God, I could jerk you off all day. I can't get enough of this big, hard dick. It's so stiff in-between my fingers, harder than a rock! There's just one more thing I want. Your cum. I can't wait anymore. I need you to explode everywhere! Just blow that load all over my little hands. What do you say? Will you cum for me? Huh? Pretty please. Please!"

She purred like a sex kitten, her voice dripping with honey and feigned innocence. He groaned and squirmed as she pouted and batted her eyelashes. Abandoning all the fancy tricks, she was back to straight-up jerking him at lightspeed.

"Ohhhh yes!" She squealed delightedly. "I can feel you getting harder! Give me that creamy cum!"

"Yea babe! Keep stroking that fucking dick!" He shouted, deafening the boom guy.

"That's it! That's it! I can feel it! Give me that cum! Right now, baby!"

He closed his eyes and roared like a wounded animal. Olivia quickly placed one teensy hand above the massive black pillar. His balls visibly contracted as his mushroom head swelled before unleashing thick, sticky spunk upwards. One hand never stopped stroking him as the other covered the erupting slab of manmeat. Ropes of cum burst forth, flying skywards. They painted the palm of her hand with copious amounts of hot, gluey jism. The initial splatter drenched her hand, but it was quickly followed by more with each continued jerk of her hand. As she pumped more and more cum out of him, if rolled down the thick chocolate shaft. Even more cum rained down on his lap as she milked every last ounce of semen from his massive black balls. Finally, he gave one last spurt before relaxing, sinking back into the sofa. Olivia waited expectantly to see if there would be any more. When there wasn't, she moved her hand aside, examining the pasty white man-goo covering it.

"Make sure while he's cumming that you keeping stroking. That's very important. Especially if you want him to shoot far! And at the very end after it seems like he is done, squeeze from base to tip one last time. This will get the last of that cum out of his urethra."

She did just that, squeezing the base and slowly working her way up to the top. Kneading the fat mushroom head between petite fingers. She pushed out one last large globule of cum. It dribbled down to join the other spunk now concealing around his balls. Upon closer inspection, his entire lap was a mess of cum. It gently leaked onto the couch cushion beneath him. With both of her hands both splattered with jizz, she waved them at the camera, wiggling each of her cum-covered her fingers.

"And there we have it! Now, it's hard to give a truly phenomenal handjob. Guys are always jerking their dicks and most can handle their own junk better than anyone else, but if you follow what you saw here today, you might just surprise him." Olivia said as she adjusted herself on the couch, clearly agitated and aroused at the sight and smell of so much semen around her. "Now, for next time on Sex-Ed For Dummies, we have a very much anticipated episode. Anal sex!"

Olivia paused, squinting at the prompter as though she couldn't believe what she was reading. "Is this right?' She asked, indicating the prompter.

The producer nodded his head vigorously, gesturing for her to go on.

"Wow, ok. So next time we will have Bryce Dallas Howard in the studio. She will be teaching the lesson on anal sex lesson. And as a special treat, she will be on hand to assist Camila Cabello. Camila is going to be losing her anal virginity here on set. And all of this in front of a live studio audience!"

There were large grins from every single member of the crew as she read those words.

"I might just have to come back to see that! Anyhow, I'm Olivia Holt and this has been another installment of Sex-Ed For Dummies. Goodnight all!"

She waved one semen covered hand goodbye before bringing it to her lips and blowing a kiss right into the camera as it faded to black. She licked the bit of spunk left behind on her lips, giving one final wink.