That’s one of the reasons I avoided his cock. I’ve never given a guy a BJ before. Eaten out tons of pussy, though, so I figured I could give him something he’ll like, and he seems to be enjoying it with the way he’s rolling his head back and forth on the bed as he moans.
I lick my finger and slide it inside him. It takes some work to get it in there.
“Damn, you weren’t kidding about being tight.”
He chuckles as I pull out, lick my forefinger and middle finger, and stick them both in.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he says, arching his back to display the lines in his torso. It’s not a six-pack, but it’s defined with creases between his muscles. He must hit the gym, but doesn’t seem obsessed with it like me. He just does enough so that his biceps and pecs have nice curves to them.
While pushing deeper inside, I shift my attention to his dick, my mouth watering. I’ve never hungered for a cock like this before.
I lick across the shaft, tasting it.
Not bad.
I enjoy how it shifts and grows at the tease of my tongue. I lift his cock with my free hand and stick it in my mouth because if I’m going to do this, I need to go for it. I move my head up and down, creating a rhythm and picking up speed. I’m cautious about teeth since I fucking know how a less experienced girl can get when she’s going at it. While I suck on his cock, I move my fingers in and out of his hole.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says.
A bitter taste fills my mouth, and I quickly slide it out of my mouth.
“Holy shit, you’re pre-coming.”
He gazes down at me with wide eyes. “That a problem?”
“Sorry. No. It just shocked me. A lot.”
I see it leaking from the head of his cock and down his shaft. I lick it, curious to taste it again.
“You like it?”
“It’s not bad.”
I press my fingers further within him.
“God, you’re good at that.” His words encourage me to slide my ring finger in between my other two, pushing them together as much as I can.
“Just wanna make sure you’re ready to take me.”
“You can stop teasing me and put me out of my misery.”
I thought my dick was as hard as it could get, but I was wrong, because the moment he says that, it grows even stiffer.
I snatch the condom beside me and suit up.
Just like a pussy, I tell myself.
I offer a few more spits and add it to the modest lubricant that’s already on the condom.
Scott lifts his legs and grips onto his thighs. He’s the expert here, showing me the ropes, and I’m glad he’s so willing and inviting, not making me feel pressured or uncomfortable.
Am I seriously doing this? Am I really about to fuck a dude?
I can just imagine what some of my guy friends would say if they could see me now.
It’s a momentary thought because pretty soon, I’m pressing the head of my dick inside him.
His lips make an O as I push.
