Marcy's Playground 5 by loyalsock
Date: 4/11/2017,
Categories:
First Time
Author: loyalsock
... done so far is fantastic, and I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer." "So?" "So, I wanted to stop for a second. Give you a chance to do something different if there's anything else you'd like to do." Huh? Oh. Um. My expression must have been priceless, because Jean-Luc smile at me was filled with self-depreciating humor. "You drive me nuts, Marcy. I just wanted to give you the chance to get what you want, and drive me nuts any way you wanted to before I... combust." Oh. He pried my hand off his cock and stroked himself, very slowly. "But I'm not giving you suggestions, or saying or implying anything, one way or another." He put both his hands behind his head. "I just wanted to show you how to slow me down for a minute. It's your ball game, love." "You mean, is there anything else I want to do?" I asked. "I mean, yeah, do anything you want, or nothing at all. It's up to you. I'm patient." I lightly caressed the underside of his cock, which was lying proud and hard on his belly. "You don't look patient," I said. "Okay. I'm on fire. I'm dying. I'm not patient. But I'm willing to make myself patient, so you have the opportunity to do whatever you want to do." He meant a blow job, didn't he? I stared at him. "I don't have an agenda here, Marcy. I'm just waiting for instructions." "There is one more thing I want to try," I said. He took in an excited gasp of breath and his tongue ...
... darted out slightly as he just barely licked his lips. "What?" he rasped. "This," I said. I planted a kiss low on his belly. Then I opened my mouth wide and took his whole cock into my mouth. Yaargh. It pushed way down into my throat, and I started to gag. I'm going to throw up on him! "Whoa, whoa, baby." Jean-Luc pulled me off him by pushing on my shoulder. "Don't try and take the whole thing down at once like that." He took my hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock. "Only go down to your hand." I flushed red. I was embarrassed. I should know stuff like this, right? Oh. Or maybe not. That's why I was here with Jean-Luc teaching me. "Slowly, sweetheart." "But... aren't I supposed to take it all the way down, or I'm no good at it?" He shrugged. "For me most of the sensitivity is in the head anyway." I let go of him and jumped up off the bed. I paced, looking down at the floor as I frowned and mumbled to myself. My confidence plummeted. I can't even do this right? My first blow job, and I messed it up. I looked up. Jean-Luc was staring at me. His eyes dilated, and he licked his lips again. I looked down. My robe was still open. How could I feel anything other than totally sexy when he looks at me like that? I guess I didn't have to have huge bazingas to turn Jean-Luc on. Maybe I was all right even when I was doing things all wrong. Maybe I wasn't as bad at this as I thought. "Want me to try again?" ...