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My Brother's Friend
by Oberon80220 (address withheld)

***

Thirteen-year-old Molly's brother has some friends 
visiting from college.  She ends up giving her first 
blowjob that night to one of them. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, 
oral)

***

I was 13, and my older brother was already in college. 
He was having a few of his friends over for the weekend 
- he only lived a couple hours away. He'd given me 
strict instructions that his friends didn't want to meet 
me so I should stay in my room... After a minor fight 
about it, I sulkily agreed to stay out of his way.

(A little about me: I'm blonde, about 5'5. At the time I 
was pretty small, my hips had barely started to grow, 
and I was wearing a 32A cup. I was pretty cute, to be 
honest.)

So I was hanging out in my room, surfing the net on my 
computer. I was ready for bed, wearing my usual - a long 
t-shirt and panties. Suddenly, the door to my room 
opened and one of my brother's friends walked abruptly 
in. He did a double-take when he saw me, and then 
recovered and grinned at me. "Sorry, thought this was 
the bathroom," he said.

I kinda gave him a nervous smile, mostly thinking about 
how embarrassing it was that he was seeing me in my 
fairly skimpy outfit, and also that he was really cute.

He stayed there in the doorway. "My name's Josh," he 
said. "You must be Kevin's sister Molly, right?" I 
nodded yeah. "Whatcha doin?" he asked.

I told him I was just hanging out on the internet. 
"Cool," he said, "You should come down and hang out with 
us for a while." I explained that stupid Kevin had told 
me to stay in my room. He laughed. "That's funny, cause 
Kev told us no one was allowed to talk to you, too. 
Which reminds me, I don't wanna get in trouble. Uh... 
Bathroom?" 

I pointed across the hall. 

"Thanks," he said, and started to leave.

I was trying to put a pretty yet uncaring smile on my 
face when he poked his head back around the door and 
said, "I can see why Kevin wanted to keep us away from 
you. You're gorgeous." He gave me a quick smile and 
closed my door.

Now of course, I was in seventh grade, which means the 
fact that a college guy had said I was gorgeous was 
enough to make me fall instantly in love, with the kind 
of crush only a seventh grader can get. I turned bright 
red and just sat there staring at the door for a couple 
minutes after he left. Then I started planning how to 
get to talk to him more.

I went to the bathroom (waiting a good ten minutes to 
make sure he wouldn't be there anymore) and kinda messed 
with my hair a little and stuff, but I didn't want to 
look like I'd fixed myself up for him, so I didn't do 
much. Then I went back to my room and kinda sat around 
for an hour or so, just hoping he'd come back. Maybe 
pretend he still didn't know where the bathroom was or 
something. I know, stupid. 

Finally I decided I'd just have to go downstairs, to try 
to... I dunno, catch his eye or something. I spent a few 
minutes agonizing over whether I should just go down 
like I was. So he could see my legs, which I knew 
perfectly well were nice ones. But decided I just wasn't 
brave enough to go downstairs wearing that little, so I 
slide on some pajama pants and cautiously crept 
downstairs.

The guys were sitting around the dining room table - you 
have to pass the living room and the dining room to get 
to the kitchen - drinking and playing some kind of card 
game. They all looked up, Kevin with a sour expression 
on his face. Josh gave me a real quick, subtle smile as 
I passed. I smiled shyly - feeling myself blushing 
already - and mumbled something about getting a glass of 
water. 

I immediately felt stupid and practically ran out of 
there to the kitchen. I kinda dawdled over getting the 
water, hoping Josh would find an excuse to come in the 
kitchen with me, but he didn't. After a couple minutes I 
gave up.

I headed back upstairs, feeling kinda dejected, but then 
just as I passed by the dining room again, I snuck Josh 
a quick peek, and he looked right at me and totally 
winked, with this kinda slow, sly smile, I actually felt 
like I was going weak in the knees. I was so smitten.

After another hour and a half upstairs, during which 
time my parents came home from being out and went 
straight to bed - it was around one in the morning now - 
I started stressing again, and couldn't resist going 
downstairs for another drink of water. I hadn't heard 
any noise from below for a long time, and I was scared 
he'd gone to sleep or something! (They were all sleeping 
over, and then leaving for some concert or something the 
next day.)

When I got downstairs, two of the guys were lying on the 
floor in the living room, and one was on each of the 
couches. There're two couches in the living room, facing 
each other, and on the opposite side of the arch that I 
was walking past - making a U with the couches - was the 
TV. There was some horror movie on. A couple of the guys 
definitely looked like they were sleeping, but Josh - 
who was sitting up on one of the couches - looked awake 
and even pretty alert. He smiled at me again as I went 
by.

A couple minutes later he joined me in the kitchen. "Hey 
Molly," he said. I stammered something back to him.

"Can't sleep?"

"Not really."

"You should come down and watch TV with me, if you still 
can't sleep in a while," he said. "The guys are pretty 
much asleep - I think your brother's gonna head upstairs 
pretty soon. If you're still awake in like 45 minutes, 
come on down."

My heart was racing. "Okay," I mumbled.

Josh smiled and touched me on the arm real lightly. "I 
liked you better in your first outfit," he said, and 
winked. And with that he was gone again - which is good, 
because that comment had totally made me turn red. I 
couldn't believe he'd basically said he liked me in my 
underwear!

So of course, the minute I got back to my room I took 
off my pajama bottoms. And then sat there for the next 
35 minutes, listening for sounds downstairs and staring 
at the clock. I even turned my light off and sat there 
in the dark, to make sure my brother wouldn't come in 
and give me shit for being up so late.

Peter came upstairs after about twenty minutes, and I 
could actually hear him bump into the doorframe of his 
room. He must've been really drunk. Twenty-five minutes 
after that, I couldn't wait anymore. I left the light 
off in my room and tiptoed downstairs.

Josh was sitting in the same place he had been before. 
There was still one guy on the other couch and one on 
the floor. One was snoring noticeably - the other was 
just lying there. Josh looked up at me, smiled and put 
his fingers to his lips in a playful "Shh" motion. I 
tiptoed over into the living room, and sat down next to 
him after he invited me by patting the couch. 

Josh opened up the blanket he was wrapped in so I could 
share it too, and in the process ended up - very slickly 
and naturally - with his arm around me. I sort of fell 
into him; I could hardly believe I was that close to him 
so suddenly. He felt warm and really big. I was too shy 
to even look up into his face.

"Have you seen Evil Dead?" he whispered into my ear. I 
sort of looked almost up at him and shook my head. "It's 
pretty scary," he whispered. That was cool with me, of 
course, as it would give me plenty of chances to pretend 
I was scared and - I dunno, grab him or something. (This 
is the absolute first trick that I learned as a girl: 
the scary-movie method.)

So we watched for a little while - it was like half over 
- and every time anything even a little bit scary 
happened I'd jump and snuggle a little closer to him. 
(Actually that wasn't hard, because Evil Dead is a 
really scary movie.)

The second time I jumped, Josh put his hand on my thigh 
as if to reassure me or something. It landed about 
halfway up my thigh, and he just left it there.

And then suddenly, he said - loudly and really 
shockingly - "Hey Eric and Chris!" I nearly fell off the 
couch, I was so surprised - and scared out of my mind 
for a minute. But neither of them stirred, and I 
realized he'd been testing to see if they were really 
asleep. He leaned down and whispered to me, "They're 
dead to the world. I live with these guys - they 
wouldn't wake up if we threw them in the backyard." I 
giggled at the thought. It made me feel a lot safer 
about cuddling with him on the couch, too.

Shortly after that, he slowly started moving his hand up 
my thigh. It was an agonizing process...We were both 
acutely aware that he was doing it, but I guess he 
didn'w want to move too fast. It felt like it was moving 
a millimeter every five minutes. And I knew where he was 
going, and I wanted him to get there so bad. I really 
wanted him to touch me between my legs. Nobody had done 
that before, and I wanted to see how it felt and I 
wanted to prove to him that I'd let him do things older 
girls would (honestly, I thought letting him get to 
third was pretty mature).

If I'd had the courage, I would've just grabbed his hand 
and put it between my legs. But of course I didn't, so 
we just sat there, his arm around me, his hand moving 
slowly upwards. But I did the next best thing: I 
readjusted so that I was sort of leaning into him, my 
back his shoulder and used the opportunity to spread my 
legs for him. I wanted him to know it was okay! My left 
leg was now on the floor, and my right leg was bent up, 
leaning against the back of the couch. (We were both 
still covered by that huge blanket.)

He seemed to get the hint at this. He kind of nuzzled 
into me a little - I could feel his breath on my neck, 
through my hair, and I loved it - and with that his hand 
slid the last few inches up and grazed my panties. I 
caught my breath involuntarily as I felt a boy touch me 
there for the first time. He leaned into me a little 
closer, and his fingers tentatively rubbed me through my 
panties. He had my t-shirt hitched up to my waist now, 
so that if the blanket had fallen off my panties 
would've been plainly visible. 

I leaned right back into him, breathing hard, letting 
him know I wanted him to. He rubbed a little harder, and 
I could feel him through my underwear, rubbing up and 
down my pussy. It felt good. Not in the same way that it 
felt when I did it to myself (I wasn't about to have an 
orgasm), but in this weird kind of. There's-an-
unfamiliar-hand-there way. I relaxed and pretended to 
watch the movie, and he slowly, softly rubbed my pussy 
through my panties for the next ten 
 minutes.

I wanted him to know I liked it, so I concentrated on 
sounding as excited as I could without making any noise. 
Just through breathing. I actually sort of faked an 
orgasm at one point - I breathed a little harder, then 
made a little moan, then tensed my body a little. I 
don't know what he was supposed to think was happening. 
He paused for a moment, uncertain I guess, but I made 
another little noise and leaned into his arm - actually 
kinda touching it with my lips - and he seemed to take 
that as a good sign.

And then... The movie ended. We sat there for a few secs 
as the credits rolled, and then he whispered "Eric 
brought the whole trilogy...Do you want to stay up for a 
while more?"

"Okay," I whispered. My heart had been pounding for a 
minute there - what if he just wanted to go to bed? - 
and this was a huge relief. He got up and changed the 
movie and then sat back down. 

Now I was worried again - what if took another half hour 
to get his hand back up to my underwear? How would I 
ever get up the nerve to kiss him? But I had nothing to 
worry about - I kept forgetting that he had a lot more 
experience in these things than I did. He may have been 
being extra cautious, since I was so young and he 
would've gotten in so much trouble if Peter'd found out, 
but whether fast or slow he knew how to do this kind of 
thing. Soon after he sat back down - I leaned back 
against him and propped my right leg back up - he 
whispered in my ear, "Hey Molly..."

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

"Was it okay, what I was doing before?"

I blushed for the hundredth time, and definitely not for 
the last. "Yeah," I whispered.

And when I said that, he leaned in and kissed my ear. He 
kinda sucked on my earlobe for a minute, and it felt 
incredible. I never wanted him to stop. Then one hand 
touched my chin, pushing my face around to his, while 
the other moved back between my legs, stroking me 
through my panties. He kept rubbing my crotch while we 
finally kissed.

I had kissed boys before, but never like this. The boys 
I'd been with didn't know any more than I did. This guy 
knew how to kiss. He used his tongue, and he grabbed my 
hair with his free hand, and he bit my lips softly...It 
was worlds above any kissing I'd ever done before. I 
loved it. I pushed against his hand while I kissed back 
- really badly, I'm sure. He moved to my neck for a 
while, keeping one hand over my panties. His other hand 
cupped my small breasts, squeezing them a little, 
circling my nipples. I was in heaven.

But after a few minutes, he pulled away a little bit. 
"So," he asked, smiling down at me, "this is okay?" His 
hand kinda squeezed my pussy a little as he said it. I 
made a little "yes" kinda noise back at him.

Then he said, "Do you want to do it back to me?"

Course, I'd thought about this a little - I'd considered 
it, but there's no way I had the courage to do it to 
him. But when he asked...I definitely wanted to. I 
nodded at him, feeling really shy...Hoping he'd kinda 
show me what to do.

And he did. He just took my hand and slowly moved it 
over between his legs and placed it over his crotch. I 
could immediately feel his cock - my first cock. It felt 
enormous (and looking back, it actually was pretty big, 
I think). He even showed me what to do, sort of rubbing 
my hands on it. I took the hint and kept rubbing, just 
like he showed me. Of course, there were two layers of 
clothes between it and me - jeans and boxers - so I 
couldn't really feel it that well. But I got the idea. I 
could tell he was hard, which made me happy, if a little 
bit scared.

(It was about this time that it occurred to me that I 
wasn't sure how far he might want to go. I was already 
miles past where I'd ever been. I knew I wouldn't have 
sex with him - that thought terrified me - but I wasn't 
sure...What else he might bring up. Of course, I knew 
all the possibilities by then. We'd all raided our 
brothers' porno stashes and all. And believe me, all 
those options flashed through my head.)

I kept rubbing him, and he kept rubbing me, and we kept 
kissing for a couple minutes, not even pretending to 
watch the movie. We were still covered by the blanket, 
so no one would've been able to actually see the fact 
that my t-shirt was still pushed up around my waist or 
anything, but I'd say at this point it was fairly 
obvious that we were doing something we shouldn't be. To 
be honest, that thought sort of turned me on too - 
knowing that they could wake up any time and we'd be 
totally busted. It added even more thrill and danger to 
what was clearly already fairly dangerous.

Soon I felt him slip his hand up a little, and then his 
fingers slid under my panties. For the first time, a guy 
was touching my naked pussy. I squirmed into him a 
little, loving how it felt to have him stroking me 
there...So foreign, so against-the-rules. It still 
didn't feel so good that I could orgasm from it, but I 
just liked knowing that this older, cute guy was rubbing 
my pussy. I was really turned on, and very wet. His 
finger felt around my vagina, starting to slide in a 
little bit. 

I moaned, and kept rubbing his cock through his pants. 
It slide in a little more, and now he was actually 
fingering me. It felt big - bigger than my own finger - 
but not unpleasant. I squeezed his cock a little harder, 
kind of as a sign that I liked what he was doing, and he 
grunted softly in response, so I kept more pressure on 
him while he fingered me.

When he started to slip a second finger in, it did start 
to hurt. I didn't say anything for a few seconds, 
thinking that maybe I'd get used to it - I could fit two 
of my own fingers in - and he soon had them both as far 
inside me as he could reach, and was sliding them both 
in and out slowly, fucking me with his hand. For a few 
seconds, I sort of liked the mix of discomfort and 
pleasure...But pretty soon my pussy started to get sore. 
I bit my lip, and then whispered to him, "That hurts..."

He immediately slipped his fingers out, and I felt them 
rubbing my own wetness against my navel. "Is just one 
okay?" he whispered, and I nodded. His index finger slid 
back inside me, rubbing slowly. Then he whispered, "Do 
you mind if I undo my pants?"

I nodded yes again; I was a little nervous about how far 
we were going, but I wanted to see it. I wanted to see 
what it felt like. He took his hand out of my underwear 
long enough to undo his belt, and then push his pants 
and boxers a little way down... Far enough to let it 
out. 

I looked down at the first penis I'd ever seen, smiling 
a little. It really was huge. It stood straight up, 
throbbing a little. It looked like it was about seven or 
eight inches long. I reached down tentatively, and he 
said, "It's okay... touch it." I wrapped my right hand 
around it.

He immediately moaned. It felt soft and hard at the same 
time. It pulsed in my hand. I moved my head up and down 
on it, pumping it. He whispered to me, "That feels so 
good, Molly..." and I felt his hand go back around me 
and into my panties again. I was giving my first 
handjob.

I kept watching my work, pumping on his cock while I 
leaned against his shoulder. My hand seemed small and 
white around it. It was a little bit wet at the top. I 
wondered if it would make a mess if I made him cum, and 
even whether I could make him cum...I had no idea if I 
was doing it right. I was a little worried that it might 
shoot without warning and hit me in the face... I was 
only a foot or so away.

Just the fact that I was sitting here on the couch 
giving a guy a handjob turned me on. I felt mature. I 
felt attractive and sexy. I looked around again, to see 
if either of the other guys were stirring. Josh's lap 
wasn't covered; if they had woken up, they would have 
plainly seen me jerking him off. After a few minutes, I 
whispered to him again, "Am I doing it okay?" - as much 
to hear him acknowledge that I was jerking him off as to 
see if I was doing a good job.

He whispered back, "It feels awesome, honey..." I loved 
being called honey. He kissed me on the lips again, and 
then tilted my head up so I was looking right into his 
eyes. I kept stroking him while he talked. "I know 
you're a lot younger than me, babe, you probably aren't 
used to going as far as I am."

Immediately warning bells starting going off in my head, 
and I said (probably a little too quickly), "I don't 
want to have sex."

He smiled indulgently at me. "I know that, honey. I 
wasn't even going to ask. I don't even think I'd fit."

I bit my lip. I felt stupid. "Sorry."

"Don't be," he said. "You've never even gone this far 
before, have you?"

I shook my head. "No... But it's okay."

"I'm glad... you've got me really turned on, Molly."

I smiled at him. That meant he thought I was sexy.

"I want to cum... Is that okay?"

I nodded. I did want to make him cum. I assumed he'd 
know how to deal with... the mess. "Yeah."

"I don't know if I can just from your hand though, hon. 
It's not that you're not doing a good job...It's just 
hard for lots of guys just to cum from handjobs."

(I found out later that this wasn't particularly true, 
but at the time I believed it without question.)

I looked at him a little nervously. "What should I do?"

His cock jumped a little in my hands. "Will you kiss 
it?"

To be honest, I thought blowjobs were pretty gross. I 
mean...Well, lots of girls do, for pretty obvious 
reasons. I'd thought he might ask that, though and I 
just really wanted to make him happy. 

I was terrified that he might leave the next day 
thinking that it had been a mistake to hook up with me 
because I was too young, and didn't know how or didn't 
want to make him feel good. And I did know that the 
girls he was used to hooking up with probably went a lot 
further. I wanted to. Well, to compromise. I wanted him 
to remember me. To want to come back. So I nodded. 
"Okay."

I was worried about one thing, though: I didn't really 
want him to cum in my mouth. That sounded pretty gross 
to me. I was kinda torn... I wasn't sure I had the 
courage to even say it, but... I really didn't want to 
be surprised with... y'know, his stuff in my mouth. So I 
just blurted it out: "Tell me if you're gonna cum, 
okay?"

He nodded. "Sure." 

I smiled at him. And then I bent down and kissed the tip 
of his dick.

The first thing I tasted was his pre-cum. I knew 
generally what it was - a tiny bit of his cum. It tasted 
warm and salty and really slippery. His cock was warm, 
too - almost hot. It pulsed as my lips touched it. He 
moaned loudly enough that I looked around quickly to see 
if anyone stirred, but they didn't twitch. My hand was 
still wrapped around it, and I kept pumping him while I 
kissed it a few more times, bending over his lap 
sideways. It wasn't actually a real comfortable position 
for me.

The next time I kissed his cock, I let my lips slide 
down it, so that the tip was in my mouth. It felt like 
my mouth was full already - I was surprised at how much 
bigger it felt when it was in my mouth than it had in my 
hand. I pressed my tongue against the underside of it. I 
heard him whisper, barely audibly, "Oh God, Molly!" He 
really liked it. 

I experimentally sucked on it a little, caving my cheeks 
in around it. At that, he - maybe unconsciously - bucked 
his hips up a little, and a soft slurping noise came out 
of my mouth when my lips stopped making a seal around 
it. I looked around again, heart beating in my chest - 
if one of the other guys woke up to that and turned to 
see me with my head in his lap, sucking his cock.

Suddenly I felt kind of slutty. Not only was I giving a 
blowjob to an older guy I'd only met that day, but I was 
doing it in the room with two other guys. Not really 
what I'd thought it would be like.

That word kept echoing through my head. "Blowjob... 
Blowjob... You're giving a blowjob..." I slid my head a 
little further down his penis, letting more of it into 
my mouth. Now I was just holding his dick by the base, 
sort of to direct it into my mouth. I bobbed my head up 
and down on it - I knew how you were supposed to give 
blowjobs. I felt his cock fill my mouth and then slide 
out to the tip again, sliding between my lips and over 
my tongue.

My neck was getting tired. I shifted positions so that I 
was kneeling on the couch on my hands and elbows. I 
didn't like the position - I felt like my ass was 
sticking up in the air and I was afraid I looked like a 
slut = but it was way more comfortable than twisting 
around from a sitting position like I had been doing. 
His hand slipped out of my pussy as I did it - he 
couldn't reach me anymore in this position. That was 
okay, though - I was focusing on him.

With my improved position, I started bobbing my head up 
and down a little faster on him. It kept sliding across 
my tongue, in and out. I used my tongue a little on it 
when I could, although there wasn't a whole lot of room 
to maneuver. My mouth was pretty full of his penis. I 
was moaning a little every once in a while - not on 
purpose, just kind of grunts while I was working - and 
he seemed to like that. 

To be honest, while I wanted to make him feel good, I 
didn't want it to take all that long; I was more and 
more nervous about the other guys in the room, 
especially because little noises kept escaping from my 
mouth, and, well... I just didn't like doing it that 
much. It was hard.

That's probably what made me careless. I pushed my head 
down a little too hard, and his penis shoved a little 
way into the back of my throat. I felt the tip of it 
pushing against my tonsils, and all of a sudden I was 
gagging and coughing. I was totally embarrassed, and 
terrified that the other guys were gonna wake up, and my 
eyes were tearing up, Josh pulled me up for a sec, 
whispering "Shh... It's alright," and kinda smiling at 
me. He looked like he was laughing a little.

"Little too much for ya?" he asked. I nodded, smiling 
weakly. "It's okay, hon. Don't try to take it that far 
unless you're really ready. It feels really good, just 
what you're doing, hon."

I nodded again. I was still catching my breath.

"If you want to, you can just lick it for a while - on 
the underside feels really good," he said helpfully. I 
understood that what he really meant was, "I want you 
back on the job, however you can," so I bent back over 
him and ran my tongue along the underside of his cock 
for a few seconds. He kept breathing heavy, and I could 
feel his hands rest gently on my head, stroking my hair, 
not really pushing me down on him, just caressing me. 
Pretty soon I felt okay enough to put it back in my 
mouth, and I went back to sucking.

One good thing about the position I was in, I thought: 
at least he can only see the back of my head. I was sure 
I looked really slutty right now, with my lips wrapped 
around his dick like this. I'd be too embarrassed if he 
could actually see it sliding in and out of my mouth. I 
felt like my lips were totally stretched around it, and 
I was sure it wasn't very attractive. I tried to picture 
myself, moving up and down, his cock coming in and out 
between my lips.

I'd really only been doing this for five minutes, 
probably, although it felt like forever, when he pulled 
me gently away from his dick. I was scared for a minute. 
I must be doing such a bad job that he doesn't even want 
me to bother anymore! But instead, he kissed me softly 
and said, "Honey, you feel so amazing, I'm gonna cum 
real soon."

I nodded, and realized I had no idea what to do now. He 
continued, "I'm afraid I'm gonna make a mess when I cum, 
honey...Cause you've got me so turned on. I don't want 
it to get all over you..."

I was kindof caressing his dick while he whispered to 
me. "What do you want me to do?"

He kissed my ear before he answered. "Will you let me 
cum in your mouth? You can spit it out afterwards if you 
want to. But it'll keep it from making a mess."

I didn't really want him to. It still seemed really 
gross. But, well... I could see his point. And I wanted 
to make him happy...So I made my decision. "Okay," I 
whispered, and bent back over his lap.

I worked as hard as I could, knowing he was getting 
close. Bobbing my head up and down over and over on his 
penis, feeling it slide in and out of my mouth. "Fucking 
him with my mouth," I thought. He was breathing harder 
and harder, and I could feel his muscles tense. His 
hands tightened a little on my head, in my hair. And 
then it happened.

The first blast caught me totally by surprise, even 
though I knew it was coming. It was more forceful than I 
thought it would be. It hit me right in the back of my 
throat, and I unconsciously opened my mouth, letting it 
slide out and down his cock. But then I got my wits 
together and closed my lips, keeping my mouth tight 
around his dick. I'd stopped moving, but he pushed me 
down a little and said, "Keep going while I cum, 
honey..." so I went back to moving up and down while he 
came in my mouth. 

Spurt after spurt poured out of his dick, filled my 
mouth. It was much thicker than his pre-cum had been. 
Before I knew it, I'd swallowed - a huge mouthful of his 
sperm slid down my throat. 

I moaned a little, kind of a helpless mewling sound. 
Scrunched my eyes closed as he kept cumming. Finally he 
stopped, leaving me with my lips locked around his 
penis, knowing my mouth was so full of cum that if I 
tried to slip my mouth off him, most of it would dribble 
out onto him...Just what he said he didn't want. I 
stayed that way just for a few seconds, and then forced 
myself to swallow. 

It took two gulps to finish swallowing all of his cum, 
and I felt like I'd just drank a full glass of it. The 
thought suddenly brought a picture into my head of an 
actual glass full of milky, thick cum, and me drinking 
it down...Even grosser. I'd let him cum in my mouth, and 
swallowed it.

He was panting audibly, relaxed back against the couch, 
stroking my hair. I slowly slid my lips back up off his 
cock, looking around once more to make sure no one had 
woken up. That last part seemed like it might have 
gotten a little loud, but they were both still 
motionless. I got back into a sitting position and 
leaned against him, feeling tired.

He hugged me close. "God, Molly, you were amazing," he 
whispered right into my ear. "That felt so great!"

I realized that I'd done it: I'd given my first blowjob. 
Now that it was over, I wasn't sure how I felt. Did I 
feel proud that I'd made him feel so good? Did I feel 
used? I wasn't sure. Maybe both. The fact that at the 
end I'd swallowed made me feel sort of unsure about the 
whole thing...I felt like a classy girl would have known 
how to keep it in her mouth and then spit. But he really 
seemed to like it, anyway.

As if he could read my thoughts, he whispered, "Did you 
swallow?" I nodded. "That's awesome," he said. "I think 
it's so sexy when a girl swallows..."

I leaned up, hesitating. "How come?" I finally asked.

"Dunno, just... Like, it means she really trusts me, I 
guess," he said. "Giving head is one thing, but being 
willing to swallow. It means you really care."

That actually made me feel better. "I'm glad," I 
whispered back to him. "I really like you."

"I like you, too," he said. And then, "Do you want me to 
do it back to you?"

I hadn't really even thought about this, but I 
immediately answered, "No...That's okay." I thought that 
was really gross... I'd heard all the jokes about fish 
and all, and I was afraid I'd smell gross down there, 
and he'd be grossed out. To this day, I'm still not 
really that into receiving, even though I know better 
now.

"Okay," he answered, shrugging a little. And then he 
just held me, cuddling together. We kissed a little bit 
more, but he avoided my mouth - I didn't blame him for 
being grossed out at the thought that he had just 
finished cumming in it. He stuck to my neck and ears. 
Slowly we both started getting sleepier - it was really 
late by that point.

After a while I jerked myself awake and realized that I 
was nodding off. I looked up at him and saw that he was 
doing the same. I reached down and pulled my shirt down 
over my panties, and kissed him on the cheek. "Josh, I 
have to go to bed," I told him.

He was only barely awake. "Okay, sweetie. You were 
awesome, I hope we get to see each other again soon."

I smiled at him. "Me too." And that was about it. I went 
upstairs, not even turned on any more, and too tired to 
masturbate even if I was. I fell immediately asleep. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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