("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- First Time In My Mouth by Carly P (carlypax13@hotmail.com) *** A story about the first time I sucked cock. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st-oral) *** I sort of knew it was going to happen one day, but now that it was actually happening... I was still kinda shocked that I was about to do it. Suck cock, I mean. I had been out with a couple of guys in my 15th year. One was the friend of my best friends boyfriend, and it was more a group thing (no, not that sort of group thing!) We were more mates that boyfriend and girlfriend. So we went to the pictures together, the four of us, and I let him kiss me (stubble rash for the first time!) and squeeze my boobs from the outside of my clothes. He didn't try, and I wouldn't have let him go further. I did take pity on him and squeezed his cock one night after we had watched the 'L Word' on TV at his house. I don't think he realised that I was as turned on by the lesbian lovemaking as he had been! I think he came in his trousers, but took my hand away while he was still jerking about. But any prospect of his clumsy fingers making it past my practiced defences, and getting any further than my thigh was definitely doomed. After my step dad's skilful and gentle masturbation of me that night when I was 12, only my own fingers, (and Annette's) had breached the knicker barrier! The next guy was a bit more subtle (his name was Nathan) and I was a bit more 'in love' with him, I guess. He ended up breaking my heart, but not before he managed to get past all the carefully erected barriers I had practiced with John. One, he managed to undo the clip of my bra without much effort. The first thing I noticed was that his hand was not only underneath my school blouse, but actually touching skin! He was clever enough not to press his advantage any further that night. But a night babysitting my young cousin gave him the opportunity to get past second base, as they called it. (Boys I mean) Once my nipples were being pleasantly tweaked, and his kisses were disarming me, his hand managed to get itself between my bare thighs, and reached the very top of my legs before I put my own hand down there to stop his. Again, he was subtle, and allowed me to move his hand just a few inches down my leg, which he began to stroke and tease. I never even noticed the gradual, continuous pressure he was putting on the inside of my thigh until I found that my legs were several inches apart, and the next time he slid his hand up between them, his palm was cupping my cotton covered pussy completely. I am sure you guys reading this will be aware that there is a time when the girl you are with gives up resisting. Sheer brute force almost never wins, but the crafty caresses and seeming to giving ground gradually, whilst continuing to progress up the legs will eventually give you the opportunity to make your move. And so it proved. Once his hand was holding me there, it was difficult to push it away. Especially as his middle finger kept on stroking me right there, where it feels good. No surprise then to find I was getting very wet. He was still kissing me, and now that my legs were wide open, I stopped saying no with my mouth or my body. He kept up the soft stroking until I could feel my hips staring to undulate in time with the middle finger he was using so well. Not since my step dad had anyone managed to arouse me that much. I was easily overcome then. He took control, and even stopped kissing me to get his hand down the front of my cotton panties. I don't know how it feels for a guy, but that first smooth warm hand sliding inside your knickers is a real buzz, whether the hand belongs to a girl or a boy! Once his fingers had moved through my sparse pubic hair, it was obvious he had done this before. He kept up the pressure on my inner thigh with his other hand, then moved his fingers lower until the middle one was inside my lips down there. Immediately, I jumped as it grazed my very excited clit. He circled it slowly, still kissing me, but around my neck and ears now. I could hear my own breathing getting ragged as he worked on me. Now some guys would have stopped there, if only to get my hand on his equipment, but I give him credit, he just fingered me for a few minutes, increasing the speed of his circles around my clit until I was gasping like a dying fish! I would have let him do pretty much anything; so long as he kept on doing THAT to me. When he moved his hand off me, I nearly screamed at him in frustration. But he was just moving up another step. He pulled at both sides of my knickers, and I obediently raised myself up until they were around one of my ankles, and my legs again wide open for him. Now he really went to work. His fingers could get deeper now I was bare down there, and his expert fondling was going to make me come, I knew it would. Now he made his move. I had never even seen him open his flies, but when he took my hand and placed it around the warm, hard thing sticking out of them, I never even flinched. I remember thinking "I have a guys COCK in my hand!" before his stroking resumed, and I started climbing back towards my delayed orgasm. The next few seconds were a blur. I just remember moving my bum around in a shameless way, reacting to his fingers going deeper, and now his thumb was teasing my sensitive clitoris continually. I managed to obey his hissed order to toss his cock (I just thought, oh well, its only fair!) and I think I must have come 10 seconds before he did. I cried out quite loudly, and was glad the baby was sound asleep upstairs because his orgasmic shout was every bit as noisy. I wasn't expecting the considerable amount of white stuff that shot out of the end of his thing. It covered my hand and a lot went on my skirt too. I had not imagined there would be quite so much of it, and sat there afterwards, still having mini quakes between my legs with my hand raised, stuff dripping off it onto the leather sofa. A handkerchief and some whispered words of comfort calmed me down. He seemed satisfied then (I wonder why!) so we spent the rest of the evening just cuddling, but I swear, when he had gone, and Mr. & Mrs. Webster came in from their night out, there was still a distinct smell of sex in the air. I am pretty sure Mr. Webster didn't notice, but Mrs. gave me a conspiratorial wink when she paid me before I walked next door, and whispered in my ear "That's not the only reward you got tonight, was it." With a sheepish grin, I ducked off the porch and scuttled indoors. "God!" I thought, I hope there is none of his stuff on the furniture! Anyway, fast forward to now, and I am 16. Nathan, he with the incredible fingers, and circumcised cock (yes I got a good look at it later on!) was history. Now he was going out with a 17-year-old college student, and I guessed he was doing the whole bit with her (cow) I am still technically a virgin. Just fingers and tongues (only one of those, and that female) had penetrated me up to now. I was pretty relaxed about it, and thought I would cross that bridge when I wanted to, not because it was expected of me. So now I was in this bedroom, the party was going on downstairs, and he had wedged a chair under the door handle (which was going to be pretty inconvenient if anyone wanted their coats anytime soon!) We were sprawled across the bed, making out. I had my t-shirt off, and he had dispensed with my front clasp bra minutes ago. I was manfully trying to stop him getting my tights down, because I was not going to lose my virginity on a bed covered with other people's coats and scarves! I was very happy for him to carry on playing hide the finger with me, and was all too willing to perform the dirty deed on him. In fact I was the one who unzipped his jeans and fished out a very respectable grown up cock (I forgot to say, he was about 22, a friend of the party host, and the 6 year age gap seemed as big as the hot tube of flesh in my hand) But proper nookie was out, I hardly knew him, and 4 vodka and cokes was not quite enough for me to lose all perspective! Anyway. That's when he shocked me. Kneeling up on the bed and releasing his death grip on my tights he slid his jeans to his knees. I stared up at the light brown hair surrounding the quivering erect cock and gulped. I had a funny feeling what he was going to ask me to do, and no amount of online viewing of YouPorn blowjobs was going to prepare me for it! "Come on Carly," he said in a low voice. "If you wont... Then how about a nice bit of head." I gulped again. This was it! No way was I going to get away with this one. I had said no to a fuck, so I was morally obliged to give him some relief, wasn't I? Silly girl, I hear you say. Tell him to go suck it himself, and run back to the party. But truth be told, I had been imagining this for some time by now. Licking Annette a few dozen times had done away with any natural aversion to putting my mouth down there, and I had masturbated a couple of times to movies of girls sucking big ones. Now was my chance to find out what it really felt like. I pushed myself up on my knees and stared at the object closely. No experience before had allowed me to get this close to an erect cock, so despite the guy's impatience, I held it softly in my palm and inspected it closely. First off, he was clean; my nose confirmed my eyes judgement. Second, it was quite impressive close up. Not circumcised, but as hard as he was, the head stood out, like a plum on top of the long shaft. I could get my hand round it ok, but only just. A small clear drop of liquid showed on the slit on top, and my tongue took a tour of my lips nervously. His heavy balls, with their light covering of brown hair, felt warm and substantial in my palm, and a slight squeeze produced a satisfying groan from the owner. I put my finger and thumb round the base and turned the head downwards towards my mouth. OK, I thought, it's now or never. Sticking my tongue out, I swiped it across the head, picking up that clear liquid along the way. No taste that I could make out, so I carried on. The head was quite big, so I took it in small slurps, each one going a bit further in. He was breathing quite hard now, and I guess having a half naked 16 year old on her knees in front of you, taking her time to suck you off is quite an arousing sight! Once the head was right inside my mouth, I stopped to discover how it felt. Well, I could breathe, It was big, but not uncomfortably so, and while he let things move at my pace, it was quite pleasant really. I squeezed his balls again, and the groan got louder. I dipped my head down, and at the same time slid my palm up the shaft until my fist touched my lips. Good move, his breathing got even more ragged, and I knew I was doing something right "I am SUCKING COCK!" I thought, and I must admit, a twinge between my legs told me I was having fun doing it. Suck, pump, suck pump, I carried on for a minute or so, ringing the changes by sucking harder some times, using my tongue around the sensitive bits on other occasions (I now know how good this feels!) I got a pretty good rhythm going, and the wet sounds my lips made around him didn't seem to be putting either of us off... Then it occurred to me. He was going to come soon, and what the hell was I going to do then? The taste of his pre come wasn't at all bad, but I wasn't sure if I wanted the sort of half pint ejaculation Nathan had fired all over my hands and skirt in my mouth. Could I compromise, I thought, and just take the first squirt? Was that polite? Maybe it would taste ok? Or take my mouth away at the critical moment (how would I know - he was making enough noise now, what would be the signs of the imminent eruption?) And then it all became academic, because at that precise second, without a warning, or by your leave, he DID come! The first pulse of warm liquid just filled my mouth completely. It wasn't as unpleasant as I had feared, but there was so MUCH of it! Spitting was out of the equation, because I knew that the next lot would be along in a second. I swallowed, not with any great delight, but just to clear room for the next load. And in it came, another special delivery for Carly Paxman – just sign here miss! Swallow, pause, swallow, pause, and hum a bit, a second's delay, then another warm parcel for little old me. At last it was over... His deflating cock plopped from my lips, still attached by a slim string of come. I looked up at him and he smiled down back at me "That was great Carly," he smiled broadly. "I had no idea you were such a great cocksucker." "Cocksucker?" I thought, "Bloody cheek!" Then I smiled myself, "Yes I was pretty good, wasn't I?" I grinned. "Think about how good I will be the second time I do it." The expression on his face was almost worth the aftertaste. I left the room soon afterwards, the flavour of that boys cum stronger in my mouth, now I had time to think about it. A large vodka and orange juice took care of that, but the self-satisfied smirk on my face took all evening to go! I had joined the club!! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 54