It was the first time I`d ever had a cock in my mouth. I`d had plenty of them in my hand
or rubbing up against me in the dark. But I`d never been brave enough and the boys I`d
been with had never been bold enough, and so I`d never actually tasted the thick length of
a cock before. Until that night. This man--let`s call him David--parked the car down the
block, like we`d been doing. We proceeded to kiss and touch and do all those things we`d
been doing for the past few weeks.
I had his cock in my hand, stroking it fast and hard, making him moan as he shoved my
skirt up and pulled my panties aside. I`d learned quickly to wear skirts instead of jeans,
giving his probing fingers easy access to my aching pussy. He almost inevitably made me
come within a few minutes, shuddering against him, squeezing his dick in my hand until
pre-cum leaked from the tip.
That night, he didn`t stop after that first one. He grabbed me, my hair in his hand,
pulling my head back so he could kiss me--hard--his tongue probing deep into my mouth. His
fingers kept pistoning in and out of my flesh, his thumb rubbing my throbbing little clit,
and I twisted and arched against him, aching for that second come, working for it, rocking
on his hand and begging, please, please, please.
That`s when he lowered my mouth slowly to his lap. I remember understanding what he
wanted, but being afraid. Afraid I`d do it wrong, or not know how. It really didn`t
matter, though. He was good at guiding me, sliding my mouth down onto his cock. I remember
gagging a little, feeling him back off, catching my breath. So this is how it was done. Up
and down with my mouth, the same motion I`d been making with my hand.
It was sloppy and uncontrolled, but I don`t think he cared. My ass was in the air, my
panties pulled down around my knees, my skirt up, and if a passing car had gone by and
looked in, they might have gotten quite a view. He distracted me with his hand, fingering
me as I sucked him, my pussy already on fire from his earlier attention. It didn`t take me
long to catch back up and I ground my hips, sometimes forgetting about the throbbing cock
in my mouth altogether.
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