Adventures of Silky #3 – Who Blue?
Adventures of Silky #1 & #2 should be read first
Well, I sure am learning fast. In less than a week I've gone from innocent to lust crazed hottie... at least, I've seen a cock, made it cum, had my first orgasm (nice!) and both had my pussy licked and licked Jessica's.
But all I know about blow jobs is that they involve mouths and cocks. I, like, understand the idea, but don't know the mechanics. But George, my trainer, is going to fix that.
"You did good eating Jessie, Silky." Praise for my licking skills! "I have to tell you the truth, you passed a big test."
"A test?"
"Yes, I set you up. I bought that crap car, made Jessica wear the skank make-up and clothes, and instructed her to be a constant total bitch to you. Did she do that?" George asked.
"I'll say! She was, like, a total harridan. But I like her more now, because you can't lick the pussy of your enemy."
"What I wanted was to see if you would be kind or nasty. You did well. In the middle of the first pussy licking you ever had, you still thought about her. That's important to me." George smiled, and said "You're going to fit in well here. Now, are you ready for a blow job?"
"I'm here to learn, sir." And I saluted like a Marine... somewhat ineffective, in that I was naked, my red hair a mess, my eye shadow smeared, and my untrimmed red fire crotch was wet and dripping.
"Well, we're going to do a classic blow job. Kneel down on this pillow," he commanded.
I obeyed.
He stepped up so that his swollen cock was right in my face. "Now, do this like you did with your hand, move your head, lick it, whatever seems good. I'll guide you."
"Yes, sir," I replied, an eager student.
So I gently kissed the taunt purple head. Then I tentatively licked the underside of it, and I felt him tremble. Good so far. I leaned a little more, opened my mouth, and let the glans slide over my lips. Cocks are smoother than tongues, and bigger. Now I had it in my mouth, and I sort of tongued it while I slid it in and out of my mouth. George seemed to be happy, he was breathing hard.
Then I pulled back, and took his meat in my little hand. I bent my head, and began to glide my tongue up and down his shaft, but not to the head. He groaned. I started kissing and nibbling along the shaft, and finally slid back up and took it in my mouth again.
"You're great, Silky, you're a natural," he sighed.
I experimented with seeing how much I could get in my mouth, and found that if I was careful I didn't gag and could really get his rigid shaft down my throat. I skated back from that, and focused on just licking right under the head. Since I had a free hand, I cupped my left breast and began to squeeze my nipple. I was getting really turned on with the power I held with one orifice. I would have touched my own pussy, but George had sternly warned me of the dangers of masturbation. I had to depend on others to make me cum.
George really liked my oral ministrations more than the deep throat, and as I skimmed his delicious abergine plum, he made a hasty trusting and rewarded my worship with a glorious ejaculation of hot joy juice in my face. I was able to get most of it in my mouth, and ow, don't get it in your eye, it burns. I blinked away the salt, stared into his eyes, and smiled wickedly as I slurped up the last gobs, and rimed my mouth with cum.
