Pucked Up

Sunny stands. I can’t say I’m not disappointed. If there were ever an ideal scenario in which to get a blowy, it would be here. But I’m happy to take a handy, if that’s what she’s offering, or whatever else is on the table. Still holding on to my dick, Sunny gives it a few slow strokes and kisses my shoulder. Moving lower, she stops at my nipples, doing the same suck-and-nibble thing I did to her. It feels good, and I wonder if it feels better for women than it does for men since their nipples have an actual use apart from being decorative.

Then she goes lower. I don’t want to get excited all over again, but anytime a woman goes lower than nipples, she’s usually planning to go all the way south of the border. I wish I was better prepared than this. I haven’t shaved my balls in over a week. It’s not a jungle, but it could look better. At least I showered before we left camp. I don’t have sweaty balls, but I haven’t had a chance to whack it, so my longevity won’t be stellar.

“Sweets . . .” I don’t know what my reservations are about. My dick has been in a lot of different mouths over the years, but this is different. I’m pretty sure Sunny qualifies as my certified girlfriend now. Girlfriends give their boyfriends blow jobs, just like boyfriends eat their girlfriends’ pussies until they come all over their face. My face. Fuck. I want her mouth on my dick.

She looks up from her spot above my navel. Another inch or two and she’ll be licking the head. “Don’t you want me to?”

It’s almost impossible to read her expression. I can’t tell if she’s concerned, offended, disappointed, scared, or something else.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been fantasizing about this since the day I met you.” I reach down and trace the curve of her pouty bottom lip. She lifts her chin and bites the end of my thumb, then sucks softly.

“Are you too uncomfortable still?” She circles the head with her fingertip, over and over. It feels amazing. Good enough that although the dull ache in my balls occasionally becomes a sharp stabbing pain, I won’t ask her to stop.

“I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything.”

“I don’t feel obligated.” She kisses below my navel, about three inches away from the base of my cock. “But I’m not very good at this. I wanted to give you fair warning.”

“Not very good? What does that mean?” My first thoughts are not the chivalrous kind.

Her cheeks flush. “I haven’t had a lot of practice.”

“Oh.” I grin. I’m happy about that, and I don’t care if it makes me a jerk. “You can practice on me all you want.” My reassurance doesn’t have the effect I’m hoping for, which is her lips wrapped around my cock. Instead, she looks uncertain. “But only if you want to.”

“I want to. You’ll tell me if I’m doing it wrong?”

Unless she’s chewing on it like a cob of corn, it’s difficult to fuck up a blow job. “You’re gonna be perfect.” I’m not spouting BS. All anyone has to do is look at her; she’s this angelic-looking blonde with full, lush lips and gorgeous green eyes. She kisses like she fucks; I’m positive she’ll give head with the same dedicated enthusiasm.

She lowers her mouth to my cock. But she doesn’t just go for it. Nope. Sunny is the best kind of giver. She kisses the tip and brushes it back and forth across her lips, like she does with the ends of her hair. Then she kisses down the shaft and back up before running her tongue around the ridge.

I keep my hands fisted at my sides, taking in the sight and the sensation. Both are incredible. When she engulfs the head, she sucks hard, like my cock’s a lollipop someone’s trying to steal.

I groan at the suction and sift my hand through her hair, ready to guide her mouth.

“Okay?” she asks, the word distorted by my cock.

“Way better than okay.”

No sooner are the words out of my mouth than I feel the distinct press of teeth below the head. My loose grip on her hair tightens reflexively. “Wha—”

Sunny’s eyes lift, and she strokes the underside of my cock with her tongue. Strangely, as panicked as I am over the possibility that she might bite my dick, it feels good.

“Easy,” I murmur.

She grins, and her teeth are replaced by soft suction. Her eyes stay locked on mine the entire time. I can’t imagine anyone telling her she isn’t any good at head.

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