I was 17 a few years prior, and very virginal and “good”. No drugs or alcohol ever ingested into my system, no such smoke inhaled into my lungs. However, my sexuality was another subject, a passion I’d acquired from overexposure to porn, and a slight addiction to masturbation.
I had had one boyfriend, to whom I’m still with. We had been on-and-off four times, starting when I had been 15, but the third time was different, when I was 17. I wasn’t bashful being nude in front of him anymore – and mind you, it’d taken my 3 months of our first 6 month relationship to actually feel comfortable with him even hugging me. I was okay with exposing my breasts, even my ass, quite frankly (which he was quite fond of). However, I’d never felt the comfort of his cock; never even sneaking a glance, not enjoying the perky touch of his erection.
So since we’d rejected sex after a painful, fifteen second attempt, we had established simple grinding and oral (on me, of course). He knew I wasn’t very comfortable yet with the idea of performing oral on him, and I was grateful for it. But as time passed, and he was the one doing all the work, I felt slightly, er, “pathetic”. Too shy. It’s only a penis, after all. It wasn’t going to bite (unless we’re talking about an independent D horror film rated R).
So I’m not sure on the precise details. We were cuddling, as usual. He was hard, of course, because he was in a bed, at night, with a female. Nature calls. After hesitance, and a lot of making out, I find my hand exploring new frontiers. I manage to touch and pet his cock, very shyly, before finally performing a handjob (which, by the way, ached after a while; poor hand, I don’t exactly have “practice” in the way men do).
As my hand begins to ache more and more, the first thing out of my mouth is “Fuck,” as in, “Just do it, pussy”. So I hurriedly lower myself, and took him in, quite plainly. It wasn’t as difficult as the HJ, so I was glad. And he seemed to enjoy, due to his vocabularly (“FUCK”) and expression. I used tongue and sucked, did my best for a first timer, swirling and, humorously, thinking of it as an ice cream cone. He later praised my tongue skills.
After after awhile, combining HJ and BJ, he, uh, “jizzed” into my mouth. It tasted like salt water, more fluid-like, and I swallowed, knowing most men found it intimate and sexy. Which he did. Although the aftertaste was putrid.
Well, I realized I loved giving oral. In 25 hours, I’d managed 3 blowjobs and 3 handjobs, getting better each time, and then, it became a regular basis (although we usually needed some time to recover; me, with my aching hands and jaw, and him, with too many orgams).
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