FILL: Testing (1/1)ardentintoxAugust 22 2011, 18:50:45 UTC
It's not immediately clear if Rapunzel or Eugene is more embarrassed.
Eugene remembers blowjobs, oh yes he does. He remembers back rooms in bars and poorly-lit brothels and one memorable experience with the mayor's daughter in one of the many small towns he passed through. It's not that they don't feel good - and he remembers how good they felt - but the Eugene part of him doesn't want to associate Rapunzel with that.
The Flynn part, of course, has absolutely no objections.
Rapunzel, on the other hand, is worried because she has no idea what to expect. She knows that she likes it when Eugene licks her, so the same principles probably apply, but honestly, besides what she's overheard from the chambermaids and read in books, she's got nothing.
But Rapunzel is not one to let ignorance stop her from making Eugene happy, so when Eugene reluctantly agrees, she jumps on the opportunity.
So that night, after they've undressed and kissed and ran their hands and lips over each other as they have done so many times before, Rapunzel, her lip sticking out in a stubborn pout, pushes Eugene onto his back, the way Eugene did when he first licked her. Scooting up to him, she gets down to eye level, before giving his penis a tentative lick with the tip of her tongue.
Eugene hisses softly. So far, so good.
She does it again, then makes a bolder, broader stroke with the flat of her tongue. It doesn't taste like anything - the skin is very soft, and very warm - and she continues to lick around him, approaching it as she would a painting, with varying pressures and directions. She's supposed to suck, her books have told her, without using teeth, and so she gathers him into her mouth and sucks hard.
And then her eyes are watering and her nose is running and she has to throw up.
She pulls back with a start. She looks to Eugene, who hands her a handkerchief and tells her to only go as far as she can stand, and to use her hands. And he holds her hand in his and he shows her, and tells her how to move her head at the same time.
So she tries again. It takes a bit of practice to see how deep she can go without getting nauseous, and to time her hand and mouth so that they work together. His penis gets wet with her saliva, so much that her hand gets slippery and moves faster along the shaft, but he doesn't seem to mind. He starts to mumble her name over and over again, in rapturous tones she's only heard in the midst of sex. She moves her hand faster, and he starts to buck his hips into her mouth, and she swirls her tongue around the tip of him and sucks hard.
He shouts when he comes, and Rapunzel can feel it jerking beneath her hand. It's not so much salty as savory with a bit of sour, but it's not a terribly unpleasant taste, and she swallows. She licks the last few drops of come away from the tip with a gentle swipe, and Eugene relaxes completely as he falls back onto the pillows with a sigh.
When she curls up next to him on the bed, he answers her unspoken question with a kiss on her forehead. "That was... wow," he says, "For a first time, that was brilliant."
"If I'm going to get better," promises Rapunzel. "I'll have to practice."
Neither Flynn nor Eugene has any objections to this.
Eugene remembers blowjobs, oh yes he does. He remembers back rooms in bars and poorly-lit brothels and one memorable experience with the mayor's daughter in one of the many small towns he passed through. It's not that they don't feel good - and he remembers how good they felt - but the Eugene part of him doesn't want to associate Rapunzel with that.
The Flynn part, of course, has absolutely no objections.
Rapunzel, on the other hand, is worried because she has no idea what to expect. She knows that she likes it when Eugene licks her, so the same principles probably apply, but honestly, besides what she's overheard from the chambermaids and read in books, she's got nothing.
But Rapunzel is not one to let ignorance stop her from making Eugene happy, so when Eugene reluctantly agrees, she jumps on the opportunity.
So that night, after they've undressed and kissed and ran their hands and lips over each other as they have done so many times before, Rapunzel, her lip sticking out in a stubborn pout, pushes Eugene onto his back, the way Eugene did when he first licked her. Scooting up to him, she gets down to eye level, before giving his penis a tentative lick with the tip of her tongue.
Eugene hisses softly. So far, so good.
She does it again, then makes a bolder, broader stroke with the flat of her tongue. It doesn't taste like anything - the skin is very soft, and very warm - and she continues to lick around him, approaching it as she would a painting, with varying pressures and directions. She's supposed to suck, her books have told her, without using teeth, and so she gathers him into her mouth and sucks hard.
And then her eyes are watering and her nose is running and she has to throw up.
She pulls back with a start. She looks to Eugene, who hands her a handkerchief and tells her to only go as far as she can stand, and to use her hands. And he holds her hand in his and he shows her, and tells her how to move her head at the same time.
So she tries again. It takes a bit of practice to see how deep she can go without getting nauseous, and to time her hand and mouth so that they work together. His penis gets wet with her saliva, so much that her hand gets slippery and moves faster along the shaft, but he doesn't seem to mind. He starts to mumble her name over and over again, in rapturous tones she's only heard in the midst of sex. She moves her hand faster, and he starts to buck his hips into her mouth, and she swirls her tongue around the tip of him and sucks hard.
He shouts when he comes, and Rapunzel can feel it jerking beneath her hand. It's not so much salty as savory with a bit of sour, but it's not a terribly unpleasant taste, and she swallows. She licks the last few drops of come away from the tip with a gentle swipe, and Eugene relaxes completely as he falls back onto the pillows with a sigh.
When she curls up next to him on the bed, he answers her unspoken question with a kiss on her forehead. "That was... wow," he says, "For a first time, that was brilliant."
"If I'm going to get better," promises Rapunzel. "I'll have to practice."
Neither Flynn nor Eugene has any objections to this.
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