The First Time 74

In the course of posting my journal entries I got an email from a female reader, Kelli, who told me that she was a collector too... but from the other side, as it were. We exchanged a few emails and she shared some of her experiences with me. She is a woman who flat-out loves to suck cock, so obviously I wanted to hear all about it. After reading a few of her stories, I suggested that she might consider posting some on Literotica. They were very erotic, well-written and, in my opinion, something to which Lit fans (and blow job fans) would respond favorably.

Kelli hemmed and hawed a little bit, but eventually gave in--sort of. She agreed to write snippets of her experiences and send them to me to post for her. I believe that her stories are ones that deserve to be read by a wider audience, so naturally I agreed. (Besides, that means I get to read them all first!)

Here's her first installment, appropriately enough about her first cocksucking experience. I'm sure you're going to like it. For those of you who would like to send Kelli feedback, send it to me and I'll gladly forward it for you.

Thanks and enjoy!

AM

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The First Time

I lived on a farm and my dad was a "gentleman" farmer ...meaning he worked in the city during the day and, at night and on weekends, he did some farming. My mom also worked in the same company with my dad, so during the day I had things all to myself.

It was on a Saturday in late May just before school let out for the summer and a bunch of us were swimming in the little creek on my farm. It was only a few weeks until my birthday and we swam and goofed around until mid-afternoon. Mostly by that time, everyone was bored and began to leave for home. They all lived in town, some three miles away. I didn't leave because my home was just a hundred yards or so from the creek. Jason's home was on the other side of the creek, also about a hundred yards away. In the end, only Jason and I remained ...he was lying on a blanket and I was sitting beside him. The talk was sporadic and meaningless until he said, "Geez, I'm bored, Kelli!"

I laughed and said, "Yeah, I know ...me, too." He chuckled and glanced at me and smiled. He was cute in his own way ...tall and slender with wavy dark hair ...but I actually liked another boy in the school, a crush, I suppose. Jason and I were just friends, nothing more. He was glancing at my breasts and it made me a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, sort of gave me a thrill. I had small breasts, quite small at the time and they haven't grown much since! I laughed with him and looked over towards the creek and said, "Well, we could...?"

But I didn't complete my suggestion. My head was turned towards the creek, away from him, when he interrupted me by saying, "Well, if you're bored, you could suck me off!" There was a split second of confusion on my part, but that confusion was short-lived as I turned back around. He was standing in front of me and his swimsuit was pulled down to reveal his cock within mere inches of my face! To this day, I don't know why I didn't jump up and run or scream or whatever. I simply sat there staring at his cock ...and I remember thinking how beautiful it was! I mean, I'd seen pictures of naked men and even some porno magazines of close-up pictures. But to see one in real life, so close, was extraordinary for me. And I think nothing describes my feelings or thoughts better than ...damn, it's beautiful!

I have no idea how long I looked at it or what actually took place during that time. My memory of that incident isn't completely clear even to this day. But he moved slightly, moving his hips and slowly thrusting the long, hard cock towards me. Very softly, quietly, he said, "C'mon, Kelli, suck it, ...suck my dick." I'll never know why, but as his cock came closer, I just opened my mouth. I didn't move, but he slowly pushed his cock into my open mouth. As it slid into my mouth, I heard him moan softly, but I was much more interested in the sensations that flooded my mind. I remember the wonderful, sensual sensations on my tongue and lips as it entered my mouth. And I made a conscious effort to keep from scratching it or hurting it with my teeth by pressing against it with my lips, sort of guiding it into my mouth. Nothing that I'd ever done before gave me such intense, wonderful feelings, such fantastic sensations. As my lips and tongue explored his cock, I felt his hands and fingers caressing my head and cheek. He wasn't grabbing my head and face-fucking me, he was gentle and was caressing, not grabbing. He was also moaning softly and murmuring. I thought I heard words in the soft sounds, but as I remember, there were no sentences or understandable words ...just soft cooing sounds.

I really don't remember how long I sucked his cock, but I surely remember how fantastic it was to do it. I was so content exploring him, tasting him, feeling the magnificent sensations flooding over my body and in my mind. For all I know, I might have sucked and licked and kissed it for hours! There was no doubt in my mind that I loved those sensations and I didn't ever want it to stop!

I certainly remember him spurting cum into my mouth, however. I knew all about guys spurting cum, but it was a distant thought in my mind as I sucked him. I was enjoying exploring that fantastic thing with my tongue and lips ...no thought was given to anything else. My first indication of his orgasm was the hot volume of fluid hitting the back of my throat and tongue. I remember it being a surprise and I pulled my lips off of the shaft a bit, but holding the head of it possessively, to provide more space in my mouth. I also gave no thought to swallowing cum or not ...I just simply swallowed it. I didn't "psycho-analyze" the situation or what I was doing or why. The simple fact that it was wonderful and fantastic was enough for me. The taste of his cum was something that I didn't much think about either, but I continued to keep my lips sealed around the head of his cock, my lips just passed the ridge, and I kept sucking and licking it inside my mouth. As I recall, he actually spurted three times, but I'm not sure. I am sure that I swallowed it and kept sucking and hoping for more and more. Delicious? Well, I don't guess that was my thinking. It was more like a wonderful sensation. The taste was something that actually came later, as I recall, of course!

In a few minutes or maybe seconds, he was moaning more loudly as I continued to suck and lick his cock. I wasn't sure what was happening to him, but I also didn't think about it much at that time ...I didn't know enough. Jason finally gave a loud moan and pulled his cock out of my mouth forcibly. I sure didn't want to let it go! But he sort of collapsed on the blanket. Well, collapse isn't the right word, actually. It was more like he folded himself slowly down like in slow motion. As he did so, he was mumbling things like, "God, Kelli, that was ...fantastic!" and "Oh, my god, Kelli..." and "Wow ...that was really great."

I didn't really know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I just sat there looking at him and at that wonderful, beautiful cock as he lay on the blanket moaning and mumbling. His cock was limp and lying on his belly, and shiny with saliva and cum ...and it was still beautiful to me. He finally rolled his head and looked at me and grinned. "Wow! Kelli, that was really great! Thanks."

I looked at him and, not knowing what else to say or do, I smiled and said, "Geez, I don't ...well, I don't know what to say, Jason."

He chuckled and grinned. "Hey, just say you'll do it again!" Not fully understanding him, I leaned down and was going to suck it again right then and there. But he laughed and touched my shoulder, sort of pushing me away, and said, "Oh, god ...not right now! I couldn't take it again so soon." He laughed and looked at me and said, "Kelli, really, that was fantastic ...and I'd love for you to do it again. But maybe ...ahh, tomorrow?"

I won't deny that later that night, lying in bed, I had many, many thoughts racing through my mind. But there were two thoughts that constantly arose as I thought about what I'd done. First, was that I'd loved doing it and wanted to do it again and again. The other thought was that I was a cocksucker ...that's what everyone called a girl who did such things. It was a derogatory, nasty term ...and yet that's exactly what I'd become in the span of only a few hours! That bothered me ...and it bothered me enough to call him on his private telephone line and ask, beg him not to ever tell anyone what had happened. And he was the nicest guy that a girl could ever hope to be her first ...he promised sincerely that he'd never, ever say anything to anyone. He also asked me if I was still planning to see him at the creek tomorrow ...and my answer was a happy and joyful YES!

And just so you know, Jason and I went to different schools. And to make it even better for us, no one from my own school really knew anyone at Jason's school. They knew Jason only because he happened to live across the creek ...so close to me. But it being a farming area, the homes were quite widespread. I didn't realize it at the time, but that fact also kept my secret a secret. And to Jason's credit, even at his own school, none of his friends knew about us until later that year. Besides, some of those friends also became my fuck friends, too. But the secret about me really remained ...to this day, I guess.

Over that first summer, I sucked Jason off almost every day and usually two or three times a day ...sometimes more! At one time he was keeping a record, but I only recall him mentioning one time that I'd sucked him off five times in one day ...I really don't remember the numbers, only the wonderful, fantastic sensations of his cock in my mouth and his cum spurting over my tongue.

He also talked me into fucking him. I'd held off until my birthday, as if that was some magic day or something. But after that first time, awkward and a bit painful for me, I found that I enjoyed it. Well, I enjoyed when we learned how to do it correctly! That first time, he not only broke my hymen, he laid on me with his full weight ...and I was just a little, tiny thing! We figured it out after discussing it some and figuring out doggie style. But nothing took the place of having his cock in my mouth or swallowing his cum! And really, that was true of him, too. He loved having his cock sucked and many times he agreed that it was better than intercourse. The intercourse was really something that I let him do because he liked it and I wanted to make him happy. He always used a condom, so at that time, I had no experience with cum running down my legs ...a thing that disgusts me to this day! But sucking his cock had really become a wonderful, enjoyable pastime for us. And it was something that, even then, I promised myself that I'd continue doing it and enjoying it for the rest of my life. I didn't really think that it would be with some other cock. Jason's cock was my passion, not just any cock!

I also learned to take his cock all the way down my throat--I later learned that his cock was seven and a half inches long when hard. After the first failed attempts, it slid right down my throat with only the slightest gag reflex. I've heard of women who practiced deepthroating with dildoes or such tools, but, hell, I had Jason's cock to practice with, why use a fake? He loved deepthroating, of course, and was always asking me to do it. He loved to fuck my mouth and throat and, after he finally learned not to try to kill me, we both enjoyed regularly. Men often forget that the woman has to breathe and a big cock down her throat prevents breathing! I actually love it even to this day when someone fucks my mouth, but if they aren't experienced, it can be a horrible thing! Over my life, I've taught many, many men how to fuck a woman's mouth and throat ...and it's not like most stories would have you think! Slow and easy, sensing the opening of the woman's throat and then slowly pushing it on down ...not, for god's sake, jabbing and slamming it in! A guy doing that can really hurt a woman, harm her throat terribly.

Jason and I remained suck and fuck friends all the way through that year. Although in later days, we might be busy with other things and not see each other for days at a time, sometimes weeks. Jason had his special girlfriend and an evening job. I was a "nice girl" all through my high school and no one ever suspected a thing. But Jason and I were always good friends and his phone calls were important to me. We talked openly and honestly about everything, including sex, passion, morality, school, and anything else that might arise in the conversations. He remained a special friend to me in all ways, including casual, wonderful sex whenever either of us wanted or needed it. We were as close as a phone call away from great and wonderful and casual sex ...and mostly cocksucking, our first and foremost passion. And sucking cocks remained my first and foremost passion to this day.

(Not the end ...only the beginning!)