I backed off, gagging slightly but unnecessarily.I backed off, gagging slightly but unnecessarily. I needed to learn to coordinate my breathing. I took a few deep breaths, inhaled, and tried again. Again, I took him to the back of my throat a few times experimentally, and tried contracting my throat around him. He gave a slight moan. Good sign, but I had my own prob- lems to concentrate on. I pushed a little more, getting the feel of going even deeper. I could tell he wanted to push, but was keeping strict control of himself. I kept this up for a while, getting accus- tomed to the feeling. I was too slow and tentative to give him an orgasm, but one step at a time. I even tried swallowing motions, although I couldn't really complete the action. I actually had him all the way in! I was secretly exultant. I had propped the mirror against the arm of the sofa so I could reach it and look at myself while I had him inside. I had to open my mouth very wide, and had to use my lips to keep my teeth from scraping him, so I looked a little funny, but no more unattractive than with that gag (I don't believe it, but J tells me I look beautiful with that gag in). When I take him all the way in, though, my throat is distorted: kind of distended like a croaking frog. It looks weird, like I have an iodine deficiency or something. You can tell he's in there even from the outside. Not to mention the inside. I continued experimenting until the anesthetic began to wear off. It doesn't last long. But even then I was able to take him all the way in. So I kept on. It's really just a knack. My gag reflex seemed to be under control enough for me to continue, but my throat finally began to feel weird, so I ended up stopping before he had an orgasm. |