A Learning Experience f/m, oral, cons, teen 1st
Virginia learns to give head
By Marklemagne
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A free press must be used responsibly. If you
shouldn't read this story because it might make
you feel strange and want to do things that mom
and dad and pastor said are wrong, then stop
reading. This is a true story. No, really it is.
Some, but not all, of the names have been changed.
This is one in a series of sexual adventures of
people I know. It did not happen to me, although I
wish it had. My avocation is to get people to tell
me true sexual escapades then convert them into
these stories. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is
always welcome at marklemagne@canada.com. You can
save a copy of this for your off-line enjoyment
and repost it, as long as you give me credit and
don't charge people to read it.
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Virginia was a late bloomer, sexuality-wise. She
wasn't shy and she was pretty, but she hadn't done
much more than heavy petting by her 17th year.
From my perspective, where everybody but me was
getting some by the time they were 15, it was kind
of refreshing to find somebody else who was
celibate. Of course, Ginny was celibate because
she chose it, while I was celibate because I was
too shy to do anything but look at girls...
Anyway, Ginny was dating this guy named Gordon,
who was a technogeek but a nice fellow. Their
dating was pretty much platonic, with a little bit
of mashing and heavy petting. Ginny was a petite
girl, she maybe weighed 100 pounds soaking wet,
with little itty-bitty titties that had these
scrumptious dark nipples which tended to get hard
at the drop of a hat. I knew this because she
never wore a bra. She didn't like them and her
breasts were small enough that she didn't really
need one. Unfortunately for us guys, she'd wear
these t-shirts that revealed enticing little hints
of the treasures concealed beneath. It made it
hard for us to look her in the eyes. Of course, if
you did look her in the eye, you'd notice these
deep pools of light brown which seemed to be
offset by the brightest white I ever saw. She was
a natural red-head, with more of a chestnut tint
that most women can only find in a bottle. Since
she was a red-head, her skin was pale -- almost
translucent -- and she had the most adorable light
freckles which she hated and I loved.
And lips, ah yes. Ginny had beautiful lips. Not
too big, for her mouth was rather small, but
definitely bow-shaped and I guess a little bee-
stung. They hid bright white teeth and delicious
little tongue that Ginny would use to wet those
precious lips or that would pop out when she was
being coy.
Where was I? Ginny and Gordon. They dated and
kissed, but didn't do much beyond that because
Ginny was a smart girl who knew she wasn't ready
to go all the way. She knew there was more to sex
than just the physical aspect and although Gordo
was a nice guy, he was not the one. That guy
wouldn't come along until college, but she didn't
tell me about that and I never asked. She'd let
Gordo feel her up and maybe she'd touch him
through his pants, but I don't think either one
had removed any clothing in front of the other
until that one day when they were supposed to be
studying together at Gordon's house.
They were in his bedroom, lying on the floor,
books open but ignored, kissing and stroking each
other. Gordon was getting all worked up and Ginny
was hot and bothered herself. As their tongues
darted in and out of eachother's mouth, Gordon and
Ginny ran their hands over the other's body,
touching breasts and thighs, exploring the soft
skin and knobby elbows. Gordon's shirt was off and
he was stroking Ginny's stomach, working his hands
up underneath her t-shirt. His fingers found her
breasts and he began to ply them, rolling her
hard, eraser-tip nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers. His touch sent little electric jolts
throughout Ginny's body, and she learned just how
well-connected her pussy, breasts and brain really
were.
"Let me kiss them, please," Gordon said,
breathlessly.
Ginny sat up and without a word took off her t-
shirt. For the first time in his life, Gordon saw
a girl's breasts and he instantly fell in love.
Leaning over her, he took a nipple into his mouth,
the puffy, small breast fitting nicely into his
warm, wet orifice. His tongue lathed over the hard
nipple, the rough tastebuds sending even greater
shocks into Ginny's pussy. He continued to switch
back and forth between the firm, young breasts,
stroking one with his hand, the other with his
mouth as Ginny stroked the back of his head.
Getting even more excited, Gordo took Ginny's hand
and brought it down to his crotch. She took the
hint and began stroking his erect cock through his
jeans, marveling in the hardness. She had never
touched one before and her excitement matched that
which Gordon had felt feeling her breasts. She
rubbed and stroked his member as he suckled her
breasts. Continuing to suck and lick Ginny's
chest, Gordon reached down and undid his belt
buckle. Ginny felt the motion and stopped her
stroking. She sat up again.
"Gordo," she started.
"Will you touch me, please?" Gordo asked with
fear and desire in his eyes.
Without waiting for an answer, he rolled over on
his back and reached up to gently touch her
breasts. In that moment, Ginny decided that she
was prepared to go a little further. She reached
down and unzipped his pants. Gordon lifted up his
hips and she pulled his jeans and underwear down
in one quick motion. His penis popped free and lay
almost horizontal to his stomach. The tip was wet
with precum and a thin strand reached from his
belly to the slit on his cockhead. Ginny looked at
the cock with wonder, desire and excitement.
Slowly, as if afraid it would burn her, she
reached out to touch it. It jumped beneath her
touch and Gordo sucked in a breath and closed his
eyes.
Kneeling above him, Ginny began stroking Gordo's
cock slowly, marveling at how the soft skin moved
over the hard shaft. She felt wetness on her hand
from his leaking precum, and with her thumb she
stroked the hard, shiny head. She began her task
in earnest now, putting her four fingers on one
side and her thumb on the other side of the shaft.
With her other hand, she stroked his belly. It was
more difficult than she expected, and soon her
hand became tired. Ginny switched hands and with
her tired hand, she stroked Gordon's balls, which
lay tight up against his cock. His breathing
quickened and more precum flowed from the tip, but
Gordon wasn't getting close to coming.
"Tell me when you're going to come," Ginny said,
once again switching hands.
"I don't know," Gordon said, his voice sounding
worried. "It feels really good, but what if I'm
impotent?" Gordon didn't know that being erect
made that an impossibility, but he was afraid that
he had jerked off too many times and that he had
"ruined" himself by becoming insensitive to a
woman's touch.
"What else can I do?" Ginny asked.
"I don't knooow," he moaned. That was a lie, he
knew what he wanted, and quickly decided to ask.
"Will you give me a..."
"A what?" she asked, half-knowing the answer.
"Will you suck it?"
Ginny didn't know the answer to that question.
Part of her said no way, the other said go for it.
She was enjoying this, even though he had stopped
touching her several minutes before. But she
didn't know if she had the nerve to take it into
her mouth. After all, it was a guy's penis. Then,
without much thought, she decided to give it a
shot. After all, a lot of her friends had done it
and lived. Besides, it could be fun.
She lay down on her stomach, her hard nipples
rubbing against the rough carpet. Taking a deep
breath, Ginny took the hard cock into her mouth.
It was salty, she thought. A little like sucking a
thumb. She sucked in her cheeks and drew her head
back. Gordon took in a deep breath and held it,
feeling Ginny's tongue run up the length of his
shaft. Her mouth was small and warm, and felt
better than anything he had ever felt before.
Ginny repeated the motion, this time going down a
bit further until her gag reflex kicked in. She
gagged and pulled her head back quickly, letting
go of the cock. Gordon's eyes opened and he looked
at her.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, somewhat hesitantly.
"Please don't stop," Gordon begged.
Ginny covered her teeth with her lips and plunged
down again, this time taking just the head into
her mouth. She was rewarded with a thick, salty
dollup of precum, which coated her tongue and made
her a little queasy. She pulled back again.
"Tell me if you're gonna come," she said.
"Yeah, OK."
This time, Ginny licked the head and stroked the
shaft at the same time, then took more of the cock
into her mouth. She brought her head up, sucking
gently and then pushed down again until her lips
met her fingers. Her mouth was filling with saliva
and some of it ran down the shaft and into
Gordon's pubic hair. Her small mouth was filled
with cock, and her jaw was getting tired. Ginny
moaned instinctively and realized she was very
turned on by her actions. This was hot, she
thought, watching Gordon's face contort in
pleasure.
His breath came in small gasps and his hips bucked
up off the carpet, pushing more of his cock into
her mouth. This time, she was ready and didn't gag
as the meat filled her mouth.
"Oh, oh," Gordon said. "I'm gonna..."
He never got the last word out. Ginny had just
taken him deep into her mouth and quickly tried to
pull back. But as she pulled back, Gordo's hips
raised off the carpet and she was unable to get
his head out before the first blast erupted into
her wet mouth. Instantly, she felt something warm
and thick coat her tongue and her tastebuds
reported a strange, salty taste. A second burst
soon followed and hit the roof of her mouth. A
third, smaller burst, a little less thick, but
still pretty viscous signalled the end of his
ejaculation. She sat up quickly, her eyes wide,
with a string of semen linking her lips to
Gordon's cock. Ginny looked around for something
to spit into before the wad slid down her throat.
The momentum of her head forced a large pool of
come to slid down her throat and she desperately
tried to bring it back up, to no avail. She felt
it slide down her throat.
Ginny opened her mouth and let the remaining
ejaculate drip down her chin as she reached for a
piece of lined notebook paper to wipe it off.
There was nothing else around. She wiped her face
with the paper and then followed it with the back
of her hand. The taste remained in her mouth, and
there were some remnants of semen still on her
tongue.
"Can I have a glass of something?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." Gordon got up and pulled
his jeans up. Without zipping or buckling them, he
crossed the hall and came back with a glass of
water and a bottle of mouthwash. She quickly drank
the water and then took a swig from the mouthwash.
It was Listerine, so it burned a little, but cut
right through the semen taste. She spit the
mouthwash into the cup and handed it back to
Gordon.
"Thanks," Gordon said.
"Thanks," Ginny said at the same time. And they
laughed. She wasn't angry at Gordon, because he
had warned her and it wasn't his fault.
"You owe me," she said.
"My pleasure," Gordon replied. But from what she
told me, when he repaid the debt, the pleasure was
all hers.
The End.