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Learning Experience (fm, oral, cons, teen, 1st)
by Marklemagne (marklemagne@canada.com)
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Virginia learns to give head...
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. ---
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 upagain.
"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
slid 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.