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Marcy's Playground 5 by loyalsock
Date: 4/11/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock
... said. I squeezed a little harder. "You won't." Huh. I squeezed even harder. "That's it," he whispered. His chest expanded, as if he was taking a huge deep inhale to calm himself. "Now what? I mean, now how?" His eyelids flipped open. The raw lust in his eyes caught my breath. "You want me to show you?" His voice was rough and raspy. There was something in the way he said it. Hunger maybe. I nodded. He put his hand over mine. I was aware of how small my hand was, how his hand dwarfed mine so I couldn't even see it. He squeezed my hand around him and stroked up and back down, just one stroke. "It's better if your hand is a little wet," he said. Huh? He took my hand off him and licked my palm. It sent a zing right down to my core. He stared at me while he licked, an intensely sexual gaze, as if saying, 'more to come, if you can stand it'. Oh yeah. He brought my hand back down on his rocklike penis, squeezed my hand around him, and began to stroke. I wasn't surprised at the motion, but I was surprised by how good it felt to me. I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. The energy between us skyrocketed, and I got wetter just from touching him. This is why everybody makes such a big deal about sex. 'Cause it's the bomb. God, everything was magnified and thrilling: the feel of that hard shaft, like steel under silk, the pumping motion of us moving together, and the sounds of his panting getting louder and louder, shorter and raspier with ...
... each intake of breath. It gave me a pleasure that made me giddy, far more sparkling than last night's warm champagne. A hundred times better. I rested my head on his chest. Even though my eyes were closed, I pictured how he must look. Then I thought of how magnificently feral he must look when he's in Melody's. I pictured him, standing with his legs apart, his cock in some girl's mouth, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He arched up into our hands. Our hands slid over that hard hammer, and although he was setting the course, I felt like I was driving. Taking the corners at 100 miles an hour. I moaned, soft little squeals of joy that sounded both innocent and full of heat. I opened my eyes to look at our joint motion; it was so strange and new, but it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. His thigh muscles bowed up tightly, as if he were under great strain and going to snap. He removed his hand, and I kept going. It was weird the way the skin could slide under my hand, but I liked it. I really liked it. Jean-Luc stopped me. "What?" I said. He took my hand and put it so my finger and thumb were a ring around the base of his cock. Then he squeezed my fingers into him really hard. "This will stop someone, if you need to slow them down," he said. Huh? "Why would I want to stop someone?" I asked. He looked at me. "I mean, like now. Why would I want to stop you?" "Just, you know, for pacing," Jean-Luc said. "Because what you've ...