"How did you learn to love cocksucking?" That is an indiscreet question to ask a woman, as I discovered when I asked the first young woman who sucked mine – but it didn't keep her from doing it again as long as we were together, many years ago. She always said it tasted strange, but she must have enjoyed it. I certainly did. A couple of others didn't say that. One only tasted it once and never let that happen again. Another one must have known that she didn't like it, stopping me, when I started to lick her pussy with my cock in front of her face.
Recently, I wondered what some of the answers to the question could be, what women would reply. In all my stories, the girls and women do love to suck cocks, and in most of them, the question would be superfluous, since the stories tell about girls' first experiences. What if I imagined, however, how other girls and women would reply to a later lover's question? I had fun and hope readers do.
The stories will start with the question and immediate response, then shift to the scene of her first cocksucking, returning to the questioner's response.
There is mention of preteen girls' recollections of seeing cocks, but no under-aged activity.
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"How did you learn to love cocksucking?"
I thought we had known each other long and well enough to venture to ask. It was too obvious that she did, now lying together in bed after the umpteenth time she had. There was a long silence. I was regretting my having asked, but then she snorted with a hum and slapped my ass and then replied:
"Shouldn't tell you; you shouldn't have asked."
"But you do."
"You know that! But I shouldn't tell you."
"Why?"
"Hmm! Hmmmm? You really want to know?"
"I asked."
"I shouldn't tell you, but it was so good."
"Mmmm! Sounds like you want to tell."
"If you aren't too shocked."
"I won't say anything."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She turned around on the bed and gave me a smirk. I waited. She drew a deep breath and said:
"Well, you know that I grew up in Scandinavia. All pre-school kids run around naked in the summer at the beach. No one thinks anything of it. You don't know that I have twin brother."
I caught my breath, anticipating how her story could continue, but managing not to say anything. She continued:
"So, of course, I knew what little boys looked like, not just my brother, and knew that it sometimes stuck out, just thought it funny. Hmm? Well, not just funny."
I held my tongue again, with some difficulty; was she going to tell me that she had started sucking cocks back then? She seemed to appreciate my reticence. After another deep breath, she continued:
"Tell you what happened."
I nodded, waiting.
* * *
When we finished school, eighteen, no, nineteen, summer vacation, we were at our family's place in the country, very rustic, sent to spend a week there to open the place up before our parents joined us. One day we hiked to the nearby lake; nice warm, sunny day. I asked him if we wanted to go swimming.
"Skinny dipping?!" he replied in surprise.
I hadn't really thought about that. We could go in our underwear, nothing more revealing than our swimwear, but if he had asked that, thought that was what I was suggesting. I replied:
"Why not? We always used to."
"When we were little kids."
"Lots of people do," I replied, which was true, whole families, just not ours.
He knew that too. Did his glance at me suggest he was wondering how I looked naked? Would I mind if he did? It would be kind of fun, and a first time for me – for him too? He must have also heard that a few of our classmates had dared to do it. He didn't say anything. As usual, I couldn't resist teasing him:
"Yeah, that was funny back then, sometimes it stuck out."
It took him a moment to realized what I was talking about; then he snorted slightly and said:
"It did? I don't remember that."
"The other boys' too."
"You were looking at theirs too?"
"Not really looking, just noticed that they sometimes stuck out."
"And remembered?"
"Thought it was interesting that they could. Funny: I remember thinking that they looked like something to suck."
"You did?!"
That was really true, but only after I had said that did I realize what he could be thinking, as I now suddenly was. We all were pretty innocent back then. I was pretty sure that he also hadn't done any more than make out, but he must also have heard somewhere about oral sex. He had immediately replied, but now added:
"You wanted to suck it?"
"I didn't say that, just that it looked like that."
"Hmmm?! And you want to go skinny dipping with me?"
"I didn't say that either; that was your suggestion."
"It was a question."
"But if you thought that was what I meant?" I replied with a shrug.
By now I really wanted to. I guess I was wondering if it would stick out again. I had only felt one stiff – not with my hand – when I had been making out. He glanced at me again. I wondered if he could see that my nipples had popped out. Probably not, bras back then weren't supposed to let that show.
"And you want to go skinny dipping after telling me that?" he asked.
"It doesn't have to stick out. My nipples probably will."
I was surprised that I had said that. This wasn't teasing, now enticing him.
"Hmph!" he responded.
"Hey, I'm just your sister, not your girlfriend. Just forget it, what I said."
We were at the lake, obviously going to the place where we often swam. He looked very dubious. He was going to need more enticing. I started to pull my blouse out of my pants and said:
"Well, I will, anyway. You don't have to."
He watched me start to unbutton my blouse. They were going to stick out, they were already, and I knew I was blushing a little. He noticed, grinning and saying:
