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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!!

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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