My introduction to oral sex was the most amazing experience of my life—and I’m someone who has sex on a regular basis. I’m talking no-holes-barred sex too. But that first night with Frankie, well, let’s just say that self-exploration and sucking his cock woke up the beast inside me.
We had been going out for six months and were in the middle of a hot-and-heavy make-out session when he asked me if it was okay to do start doing some stuff. I was a virgin, and the most daring thing I had ever done up to that point was tongue-kiss. I didn’t know what he meant, and asked him what it was he wanted to do.
Without saying a word, he reached out and touched my breast over my shirt. He only placed his hand on it, but I shrank away, saying I wasn’t sure about this. He said he understood. He looked so deflated, I felt guilty.
The mood was ruined, so I just asked him to take me home. He did, and begged me not to be angry with him. I told him I wasn’t and kissed his cheek before getting out of the car.
I went up to my room and thought about what had transpired. I should tell you that I was 18 when this all took place; it’s not like I was an awkward 16-year-old. No, I was an awkward 18-year-old! I went to my room and threw myself on my bed. Pushing back tears that were burning my eyes, I thought about Frankie and looked at my reflection in the mirror by my bed.
I saw my full breasts rise and fall with each breath. I saw my watery eyes and long, dark hair swept up in a ponytail. And I saw something else. I saw a frustrated teen pissed off that she didn’t let her boyfriend touch her.
So many nights I had touched myself secretly, pretending it was Frankie. I had no idea what I was doing, but what I did felt good. When my friends and I had sleepovers, they would talk about the naughty things that they did with their boyfriends. Once Tanya even brought a dildo to a party and showed us how she sucked her boyfriend’s cock. I was really embarrassed, but turned on at the same time. As she pushed that rubber cock in and out of her mouth, I felt my pussy tingle and get moist.
I was a prude, but I was okay with that. Well, until that night with Frankie. As I lay on my bed noticing my curves and appreciating that I was an attractive girl, I started to unbutton my shirt. Suddenly I was very aware of my surroundings, and jumped up and locked my door. I didn’t want to be interrupted or caught in an embarrassing situation.
Thinking of Frankie touching my breasts got me excited. I lay back on my bed. I had my knees up with my feet planted at the foot of the bed. From this position I could see myself in the mirror. My short skirt rode up and I saw my wet panties wedged up into my folds. It felt awesome when I started to rub myself. It felt incredibly dirty and amazingly hot!
I had attempted to touch myself in the past, but it just never seemed to feel right. But in my room, lying there exposed just the way I was made, every thought I had seemed totally natural, and so I went with it. I began to circle the outer edge of my breasts around my bra, and immediately my nipples popped out! I loved the feeling of my fingers over the lace material, with my nipples jutting out wanting to be tweaked.
I tweaked one and then the other. The feeling was intense. I pretended it was Frankie touching me and pulling at my nipples. I got so hot between my legs, I had to stop because I didn’t know what was happening to me. I looked around, afraid I was being watched. Of course there wasn’t anybody there.
I got back to touching myself. When I slowly lifted my hips to remove my skirt, I felt the dampness in my box. I thought, if I’m this wet doing this to myself, what the hell would happen if I let Frankie do it? That thought alone had me rushing to get my skirt off. I couldn’t wait to touch my pussy. It felt swollen. I squeezed my legs together, and that sent a charge through me that seemed to stop at my clit. Amazing!
I spread my legs open as wide as they would go. I saw the damp spot on my panties and touched it. It was warm and wet. I slowly caressed the outer lips of my cunt. I went slowly over every inch of my pussy. It felt wonderful! I had never explored myself this way. I had heard all the stories from my girlfriends about masturbating but never felt like I would know what to do. Now I just let instinct take over, and I never felt better. My pussy was actually pulsing!
I didn’t bother to remove my panties. I just slipped my hand in the waistband and started to manipulate my folds. They were dripping. The more I touched myself, the heavier my breathing became. At one point my heart was pounding so hard, I thought I would pass out before I could come. I slowed my ministrations down to catch my breath but decided that I liked the accelerated feeling better and went all out.
I jammed two fingers in my sloppy cunt—and went wild! My hips started to rock almost of their own accord, while my nipples strained to burst out of the lace casing that held them prisoner. They felt amazing being that large and not being able to do anything but strain against the material. The friction felt really good.
Suddenly I felt this roiling in my stomach, a feeling I had never felt before. I wasn’t sure what it was. I just knew I had to keep going. With my other hand I started to rub my clit. It felt like a little pebble—really hard against my thumb. A split second later I felt my whole body shake and convulse in what was the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life (not that I had anything to compare it with, but you know what I mean). It shook me from head to toe. It took everything in me not to scream, but that’s what I wanted to do. Yell, cry, kick, scream—for joy! What an intense, amazing feeling!
As my quake subsided, I felt that my hand was wet and my clit was very sensitive. I pulled my hand out of my panties and looked at it. I was amazed at how wet it was—and to think that I had done that! I smelled my hand, and it was arousing. I flicked out my tongue to taste myself. I don’t know what came over me. All I knew was that I wanted it to never end. My body felt alive and full of energy.
As my breathing returned to normal, I thought of Tanya and that dildo. I felt like I needed to suck some cock. How I made that leap is not important, only that I needed desperately to feel a cock in my mouth.
I called Frankie. When I asked him to wait until midnight and then climb up my trellis, he asked if I was okay. I said yes but that I wanted to talk to him. We hung up, and I decided to freshen up and get ready for my big move. I put on a nice two-piece satin bra-and-panty set for him. I didn’t have any intention of losing my virginity to him that night. I only wanted to try my hand—well, mouth—at oral sex.
Midnight drew nearer. My parents had been in bed for over an hour, so I knew they’d be asleep. I lay on my bed in anticipation of Frankie’s arrival. Right on time I heard him climbing up to my window. I’d left it open so he could climb in on his own. I wanted to lay out on the bed in just my sexy undies and have him see me like that. And he did! Honestly, I thought he was going to pass out. He didn’t know where to look—until I told him it was okay, that this was for him.
He calmed down and asked if he could lie down next to me. I patted the bed, and when he lay down, I immediately started to kiss him. In a second his hands were everywhere. It seemed like he had eight hands and they were on every part of me. I was excited. We were dry-humping, and he was telling me how fucking hot I was. His cock was rubbing up against my thigh, and it was driving me crazy! I had to have it—now!
I pushed Frankie off of me and told him to relax and enjoy himself. He looked confused until I started to loosen his belt. Then he groaned and smiled at me. I wasn’t very graceful, but finally I managed to get his pants off. He was wearing boxers, and his pole stood up high, tenting the front of them. I hesitated for a split second, then pulled them down with Frankie’s help. There it was, his hard, veiny cock.
He was looking at me with a goofy grin. I went to work, feeling like I needed to devour him. Well, I was going to try anyway. I took his cock in my hand, and he let out a gasp. His cock jumped too! It felt smooth and hard.
I started to move my hand up and down like Tanya had told us she did. Frankie moaned louder this time. I told him to shut up before he woke my parents. He did try to keep it down, but every now and then he got a little loud, especially when I first took his dick in my mouth. He yelped, and I had to jump up and listen by my door, praying my parents didn’t hear. When the coast was clear, I put a pillow over his head and told him that if he didn’t keep it under control, I’d stop. That seemed to work.
I got into a rhythm slurping on Frankie’s cock. I couldn’t take it all the way in, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was moving his hips up slowly. His moans were constant under the pillow, which, considering I had never done anything like this, made me feel like I was doing a good job. While I was slurping on his meat, I moved my hand up and down. The head of his dick seemed to swell to massive proportions. I just did what I felt came naturally, and Frankie seemed to be enjoying himself if his moans, groans and panting were any indication.
Suddenly, Frankie pushed my head away. I thought I had done something wrong. His body stiffened and his cock shot off gush after gush of spunk. I had never seen that before, and I was shocked. It was the coolest thing.
Once his cock spewed its juice, Frankie pulled the pillow off of his head and told me that that was the most amazing thing he ever had done to him. He’d masturbated for years, he said, but the feeling of my mouth and hands working over his meat was “better than anything else in the world.” I was glad he was satisfied.
From that moment on I knew I could never get enough of sucking cock. It just felt so natural to suck those delicious tools. Eventually I learned to swallow and like it. Frankie showed me a few other things that night too, like I got my pussy eaten for the first time. But that’s another story.
—F.J., Brooklyn, New York