Since the point of telling my story is what a flat-chested wench like me does for sex, I guess I should get pretty descriptive here. I have no breasts whatsoever. I have two almost imperceptible points of skin that slightly resemble conical mounds that have tiny nipples surrounded by areolas about as large as a fifteen year old boys. My nipples are the size of the clicker on the top of a pen, but only a quarter inch long, and that’s when they’re cold and hard. As a high school prank one time I stood between three boys shirtless and only showing our upper torsos for a picture. Most people that saw the picture found it hard to pick out the girl. <sigh>

Through the years I’ve been the butt of some of the meanest jokes imaginable, was terrorized by other girls in the locker room at school constantly, and never really had a boyfriend for more than a week or two. I live with my dad because mom ran off when I was nine, but we’re very close. Close enough that when I started puberty, he was right there telling me everything I needed to know, even about dealing with the cramps and embarrassments of leaks.

Dad was always there to comfort me when I came home freshly teased over my lack of a chest. He had a way of making me feel quite adequate despite missing the normal attribute girls would spend hours primping and fawning over to attract boys. My dad would even, on some of my worst days, point out that I had an ass that those snooty girls would kill to have. And when I was sixteen and had been very depressed for several days, he hunted down a porn site that had nothing but flat chicks on it. When he had me look at it, I was puzzled why he would be showing me a nasty site like that, but it was the only way he could come up with to prove to me that there were guys out there that considered girls like me a ‘delicacy of life’.

I knew how bad he felt for me and even though he absolutely hated girls that got their breasts done, he offered to pay for the surgery if I wanted it. I knew that was the hardest thing he ever had to say to me and I loved him for it. I asked him what he wanted me to do, and once again, he told me to live with the girl I was. I decided right then that I was going to stop worrying about what I didn’t have and focus on what I did have to offer boys. And when my dad saw me getting a bit promiscuous, he got me on the pill, gave me a supply of condoms, and demanded that no matter what I chose to do, to be safe at it. In return I kept him apprised of virtually everything I was doing. I even told him about giving a boy head for the first time two days after I had done it. And instead of going nuts on me, he acted like a best friend, gave me all the normal warnings, and even told me a little bit about the benefits of oral sex.

So, here I am, nineteen and still a virgin except for the oral stuff. I’ve been through the bases many, many times because most guys that would ask me out only wanted to see what it was that I didn’t have to offer them. It sort of became amusing to see how long it would take a guy to run his hands under my shirt to get a feel for himself. And to be quite honest, I loved the feel of a boy groping at me so I would let them get there pretty quickly.

My dad even got to see my chest on a few occasions by accident, and one time very on purpose. Three boys were hanging with me out by our pool and were teasing me. You know, the old ‘they’d grow if you’d water them every day’ routine. They were pretty good friends, but were being major pains at the moment. My dad came out to sit by the pool and heard a couple of their wisecracks. One of them talked about playing some touch football just so he could tell my team that we had to be skins. I looked at my dad and decided I was going to shut them up. Dad was almost smiling because he knew that with my no-bullshit attitude I was going to do something. So I turned to face them, shucked off my top, and said, “Let’s play!” Since I never wear a bra, they were absolutely shocked that I’d do that in front of my own dad. When I turned to see how mad he might be, dad was smirking so hard. It was so easy to love him because he was always on my side like that.

One of the worst things I had to deal with was bathing suits. I could never wear a two piece because of the teasing and stares I would get, so I had to hunt for somewhat flattering one piece suits. Owning a pool only helped in the fact that I didn’t have to worry about other people so much.

Despite going out with guys, I never really had anyone steady, until now. My guy’s name is Freddie, and his friends think he’s a little crazy to be going out with me so they call him Feeble Freddie. I’ve fallen in love with him because on our first date he never hit on me. He did his share of staring, but went way out of his way to be nice. When I finally told him I wanted to fool around, he told me he didn’t want to until we knew each other better. I came right out and asked him if he really wasn’t curious about what I looked like, and he just told me I looked beautiful. He admitted that he really wanted to see my ‘tits’ but only if I went out with him a second time. He also admitted that he had always liked flat chicks, but I was so pretty to him that he didn’t want to dare risk friendship over his lust for a peek. This was the nicest guy I ever met other than my dad.

It was our third date before he actually hit on me and we made out. For the first time I had a boy licking and sucking on my chest because it got him hot. I almost wanted to give up my virginity for him, but he told me that he liked my ideal of waiting for the right guy, as long as that didn’t mean we couldn’t do everything else. I loved his way of thinking. I was quickly telling him all about my idea of sex and some of the things I had done in the past. He was very interested in what got me hot and I confessed that I loved getting felt up (despite my problem) and giving boys oral sex. He asked if I liked getting oral sex and I had to tell him that no guy ever wanted to go that far.

It turned out that we both had the minds of perverts and had some very strange fantasies. It was so cool being accepted finally and even shared the lusts of exploring anything new. I got a slight hint that Freddie couldn’t be for real, and when I told dad about it, he told me to test him. So the very next time I saw him, I told him that I was thinking of getting implants. His reaction blew my mind when he told me he would lose most of his respect for me if I did. I told him about the test and he looked so relieved. Wow, a nice guy that really did like me, and my flatness. It was really cool being liked for what I had like every other girl.

One day when we were making out in my bedroom, he asked me if I still had my cherry. I told him I did because as I had told him, I was still a virgin. He told me that it wasn’t that he didn’t believe me, but he thought I might have lost it another way. Understanding what he meant I asked him, “You mean like in a horrible masturbation accident or something?” We laughed so hard. Then he got really serious and asked to see it up close. I had never thought of it as a sight to see, but he was so honest with me that I wanted to help satisfy his curiosity. I told him that I couldn’t just whip it out though, so it was up to him to finesse his way to it.

Freddie was very intrigued with my suggestion and as he started to get me hot enough to get me out of my pants, he asked me how I had never popped it by accident. I told him I was always very careful during my period, and then quite bashfully, that I never put my fingers into myself when I “did it’. He clearly understood that I meant during playing with myself.

It didn’t take him long to get from my bared chest to pulling off my skirt and panties. It was one of the few times I was ever totally naked in front of a boy and I was still very shy. I think he caught on to my apprehension and took things slowly as he made his way to between my legs. It was such a hot feeling having a boy there for the first time. I really just expected a weird gyno exam, but then he started licking at my skin between my labia folds and the crease of my leg. He lapped at both sides of my vulva and I was in heaven over how wonderful it felt. I undulated my hips more out of the necessity of needing to do so than to tell him how awesome his tongue felt against my crotch.

Never having had a tongue lick me before, I went nuts very quickly when he moved up to nibble at my clit. I put my hands on his head to restrict his actions a little and he asked me if I wanted him to stop.
“NO! I mean no, it feels so good, I just can’t take it too much at a time. Remember, this is the first time I’ve ever had a guy willing to do this for me.”

He smiled and went back to lapping and nibbling at me. I closed my eyes to take it all in and said, “You’re going to get the best fucking blowjob you’ve ever had for this.” I looked down to see his reactions real quick and saw such a pleasing smile.

Freddie took both hands and separated the folds of my pussy with his fingers. He lapped his tongue ever so lightly through my lips as if to see if he could feel my hymen. He would look at me a little, then lick me a couple of times, and then repeated the actions several times. When he finally figured out what my hymen looked like, he just marveled at it. He commented on how full I looked because of it and how it looked so engorged. I told him all I knew about hymens and how they changed in size a little because of sexual heat. He was totally amazed at eating a truly virgin pussy. I asked him just how many ‘different’ pussies he had put his face into. I finally got him to admit to me that eating cunts was one of his favorite passions and that he had eaten out about a dozen girls. I found that strange and knew I had to ask him later about why he told me he had only fucked six or seven girls. He was twenty, so I didn’t think that was so many girls to be with. It works out to about one a year. I had sucked off at least twenty different boys over the years and knew that I would eventually have to admit that to him.

When Freddie had his fill of tonguing all around my pussy, except my clit, he asked me if I wanted to get off. I said, “Sure!” of course, and he grinned at my enthusiasm to allow him to do that for me orally. The only chick type blowjob I ever got before was in my fantasies while playing with myself, and then I usually was dreaming of a girl doing it to me for some reason. I reiterated that I wanted him to go easy so as not to break my hymen. He told me he wanted to taste it a lot, but he would focus on the areas I was use to touching on my own.

I caught myself settling in and spreading my legs into a more comfortable position for the both of us. He worked his hands up and down my inner thighs as he ever so gently nibbled my clit for the first time. I couldn’t believe the feeling of a boy biting at me there and had to grab the sides of his head to be able to take it. I was so happy thinking of those other dozen girls he had eaten, because already his knowledge of my anatomy was overwhelming me. I couldn’t keep my hips from undulating for him and just kept lifting my head to smile my appreciation for his effort. I would drop my head back to the bed and wonder if this is how guys had felt while holding my head in their hands as I worked to make them cum for me.

It wasn’t long before I was exploding with uncontrolled passion for his face against my pubic area. The newness of the feeling was so comforting and sensual that my whole body was tingling. When I started lifting my hips off the bed to push against his mouth, he slid his hands under the cheeks of my ass and squeezed them while he went nuts lapping at me vivaciously. I couldn’t take it any longer and exploded, thrusting my hips up and into him with each spasm.

I suddenly became aware of how much sweat was dripping from me and just about dragged his lips up to mine so I could kiss him and tell him of my appreciation.

“Damn Freddie, I’ve got to thank all those other girls for teaching you how to do that so fucking well.”

He laughed and told me that he was always looking for new input. After he said that, he realized it sounded like he meant he was always looking for a new girl to practice on and apologized. I floored him.

“Hey, if that’s how you learn to do stuff like that, I’ll let you practice all you want.”

I had blown his mind with that and he wanted to know if I was serious. I told him I really didn’t want to think about losing him, but as long as he came back and didn’t do anything to embarrass me in front of my friends, his sex life was still his. I didn’t have any papers on him. He got a little worried and asked me if that meant that I didn’t feel the need to be faithful to him.

“Just because you bang some other girl doesn’t make you a cheater in my mind. To me, cheating is when you’re trying to get away with something. I’d like to think of you as mine, but you’re not property. As long as you come back to me after doing some skank and tell me, I’m not going to feel too threatened. If you don‘t tell me and I find out on my own, that‘s a problem.” I thought about it for a minute and then added, “How about you? How upset would you be if I told you some guy got me to give him a blowjob?”

I watched as he gave it serious thought and he finally asked, “You’d be coming back to me?” I answered yes of course and he said, “I would deal with it then. If it made you feel better and more whole, than I guess I’d have to learn to accept it. As long as I never feared losing you.”

That option of being able to feel so free really tickled my love bone. “So, if I was to tell you I had been alone with a really hot looking guy, like you, and told you I did something like this, you wouldn’t hate me.” As I spoke I reached over to him and started undoing his belt and zipper.

Freddie stopped me before I even got his pants down, lifted my head in his hands to face him, and said, “Only if you were half-ass at giving blowjobs.”

I felt my face go flush with lust for him. And to show him he didn’t have to worry about how good of a blowjob I could give, I was on a mission to teach him I was every bit as good at blowjobs as he was. I couldn’t wait to get his pants down, and instead fished under his jockey shorts to pull his hardon out for me to reach. I got into a position so he had a clear view to watch me as I sucked on just the tip of his cock. I knew guys loved to watch a girl that really loved the taste of cock as I did go to work on their most precious organ. I put on the most lewd show I could for him to watch. Every few seconds I would slide my mouth down over him as deep as I could go and then slurp my way back to the tip so I could see his reaction. After a minute of starting him off in that fashion, he moaned, “There’s no way I could be mad at you for showing any guy this.”

I smiled so broadly as I realized that we had just fell into an amazingly open relationship. He may be my first real boyfriend, but there was something that told me that I could really trust him to never allow his love for me to diminish. I showed him my talents at licking nuts and gently bathed them in my mouth. I nibbled along the shaft of his cock and used just my lips to bite at him. I stayed away from the tip a little and worked on his balls and shaft to see if I was getting him horny enough to leak precum. As soon as I saw a bead form at his slit, I lapped it off and swallowed his cock for all I was worth. That was when I got extremely horny again as I felt his hand fish under my chest to rub at my nipples. I sort of wished I had a little something for him to grab at, but I had a sense that he really did like my flatness for some odd reason.

I made a lot of moaning noises that I knew guys liked. I guess most guys like to know when the girl sucking them off is really enjoying themselves. I thought I was hearing the headboard of my bed bumping against my wall, but as I got right between his legs to be able to get a good aim on him, my bedroom door opened. I didn’t really think it was opening so I only twisted my head to look without taking myself off Freddie’s cock. I wanted to shrink away into nothingness and Freddie was opening his eyes to see what I was seeing. My father was standing there wide eyed, staring at his daughter with her mouth full of cock, butt naked.

I started to bolt upright as he apologized and backed out of the door before shutting it again. Freddie and I just stared at each other with our mouths opened. All I could finally do was break out laughing and say, “Oh, well!”

There wasn’t much I could do now, so I told Freddie we might as well finish. I was still holding his legs apart as I bent down to take him back into my mouth. He had a touch of stage fright and started going limp on me, but I got him over that pretty quickly. I did want to get out and say something to dad as soon as possible, so I wanted to finish Freddie off very fast. I got my hands involved with grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing his balls. I preferred sucking a guy off more slowly, but I needed to talk to dad. Luckily Freddie was as anxious as myself to get off, and when he held my head in his hands, I gulped as much of him as I could. Then I got that almost comical tap on the back of my head and heard him say, “I’m cumming…”

I paused only long enough to murmur around the tip of his cock, “Good!”

When he understood he was allowed to cum in my mouth, his hands grabbed at my head again and he started pushing up into my mouth harder. When he started cumming I batted my eyes towards his and relished his face as he watched me swallow his cum as it came into my mouth. I never really liked the taste of cum, but I loved the nastiness of the act of sucking it down my throat for the guy I was blowing. I referred to it as “getting fed”.

As soon as my guy was finished grunting his last spasms of sperm into me, I smacked my lips off him, took a quick lap around the head of his cock to clean it up, and pulled away. I told him I was sorry, but I had to hurry to talk to dad about what he had just witnessed. We both worked to get dressed and Freddie wanted to climb out the window. I sat him back on my bed, told him to calm down, and told him I’d be right back.

I ran barefoot out to the kitchen and found my dad sitting down at the table. I frantically started to apologize for what he had seen and told him that I knew that was the last thing a father wanted to see his daughter doing to a boy. I knew my dad was cool, but he floored me when he asked, “Were you doing that on your own?” I nodded my head sheepishly and he said, “Then it’s really none of my business. I was just seeing what you wanted for dinner.” He got up from the table to get a drink from the fridge and was smirking as he said, “But I guess that would mean I would have to assume that you’re still hungry.”

Again my mouth fell open and I had to have one crazy smirk of embarrassment on my face. I told him I had to get back to Freddie, but I’d make up my mind on dinner in a minute. I then took a shot at him and said, “If dessert didn’t ruin my appetite.” I waited to see if he approved of my joking about it and when he turned to me I could see him twisting his head in a ‘can’t believe I heard that’ manner. He came in front of me and just as I was wondering if he would even know if he knew that I had finished off Freddie, he grinned heavily and looked to the floor. When he lifted his head he tapped his forefinger against the side of his lips and forgot about saying what he was going to. I took it to mean that by his look and actions that I had something on my face. I swiped my hand over the corners of my mouth and chin, and found a small spot of Freddie’s cum on my chin. Now I was way past wanting to die. I couldn’t say a word, so I turned to go back to Freddie.