1. Excerpts of My Inexperience: I Blew My Chance


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: Shylass, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    boobs squashing against his thighs, and I ran my tongue over his sac, sucking a little, flickering up the underside of his cock, and then... "Mmmm..." I heard him sigh as I took his helmet into my hot, willing mouth. There was no more time for my ridiculous worries, except to wonder if I was doing it right. "Am I doing it right?" I asked. "Mmmm..." I kissed his tip, and then ran my tongue around the rim of his throbbing head. I was having trouble managing his size, and had to hold him still with my hand, or his length stayed flat against his stomach in his swollenness. In the faint light, I saw a little gleam in the hair on his belly. "Is that pre-cum?" I was astonished. Surely I hadn't turned him on that much, had I? "Yes," he answered. That sounded good to me, and I took him in my mouth as deeply as I could, still not able to control his unwieldy willy without the help of my inexpert fingers. I had to laugh as I heard another firework display outside, and I wondered if I could make my friend explode too. I tried to move my head up and down as if I was fucking him with my mouth, and I found myself gagging with the girth of him. I knew I had a big gob, but really, the man was massive! Everything was wet, and I wondered, as I sucked and tried hard to wriggle my tongue up his underside as I moved up and down, was that wetness another nose bleed from earlier in the day? Was it snot, since I couldn't breathe through my mouth? Spit? What if... There was no more time. I felt him ...
    thrust his hips under me, and I sucked as hard as I could, trying to move my mouth faster up and down him. Good grief, it was hard. By hard, I mean both his cock, and the technique. I had written about what to do in such situations, but I had never experienced it first-hand. Or first mouth. There was no room for manoeuvre in this situation, either for my tongue on him as he filled me, or for thinking. If I raised my head too high, his cock would flop out, like when you shake those water wigglies, and they fly out from your hand. I sucked harder and harder, hoping the vacuum would keep him in, but despite my grip on him, I kept gagging with the width of him, and had to hold on for dear life, popping him back in every time he popped out with a thwopp sound. He helped me out, whether he knew it or not, by thrusting more, and within seconds, he was fucking my mouth himself, so that all I had to do was grip my fingers harder to keep his shaft still, and keep my mouth where it was. With my staccato gagging sounds punctuating the air, I heard him gasp, "Where do you want it?" For fuck's sake! Where did I want it? How was I supposed to know? I'd told him I wanted to swallow his load, and I was prepared to do it, but how could I answer such a question (or any question) with a mouth full of cock and whatever slimy mixture of snot, spit and pre-cum was lubing everything? "Mmm mmm mmpphhh," I mumbled. In my mouth . Everything was a blur as his thrusts got higher into the air, and I screwed ...