As the sun rose to an eleven o'clock high, it cast its rays through the second story bedroom at 34 Belmost Drive and onto the face of the young girl that was sleeping there. Discomforted, she scratched blindly at the source of the light and moaned loudly. She rolled over and squinted at her alarm clock through yesterday's mascara then slumped theatrically back into the groove she'd spent the last 5 hours crafting.
Alex was her name, and she was 18 years and 8 months old. Last night had been another Friday evening; another party and another drunken finish. What had been different thought was that, for the first time in her tender life, Alex had seen a penis. It had belonged to Travis Mohr, a n 18-year-old student from the boys' school just up the road and she hadn't just seen it, she'd touched it too. Now, in her half asleep state, memories of that moment came flooding back.
She'd been talking with Megan when she noticed that he'd been looking at her. She tried not to pay attention, but no one had ever shown interest in her before and she was excited. Megan noticed too, and invited Travis to join their discussion, ignoring Alex's pleas that she was too nervous. As all good friends are supposed to, she then quietly drifted away leaving the two of them to converse undisturbed. Alex has been so excited she could barely breathe, let alone answer his questions. All her concentration was injected into making sure she didn't say the wrong thing, and so when he asked her if she wanted to go for a walk, she agreed without considering the implications of her decision.
Half a block down the road, with the music fading into the background, he turned her into an alley that was hidden from the road by shrubbery and kissed her clumsily, hard on the mouth. She reciprocated, partly because the alcohol in her system was making it very difficult to say no, and partly because she wanted to. All her friends were doing it. Why shouldn't she let it happen, she thought. Lost in the sensations of her first kiss, and struggling to deal with the tongue that was invading her mouth, she felt his hand slide inside her tee shirt and cup her breast. Almost as quickly, his other hand was behind her, hiking up her skirt and groping her panty-clad arse. She didn't know which to stop first.
Everything was moving so quickly. And still he kissed her. And then she felt her bra being roughly tugged down, just far enough to allow him access to her nipples. And it hurt when he tugged and twisted them without finesse, but underneath that pain, there was another innervation and this one was far less hurtful and much...warmer.
Yes, she felt the warmth welling up inside of her and she knew she'd enjoy it if she could just get him to slow down a little. But already his other hand had found its way inside the tops of her panties, ploughing through her pubic hair, and a finger was jabbing angrily at her pussy. And again, this felt a little painful, but underneath there was pleasure. And then the finger was inside her. She accepted it with a sharp intake of air that he read to be excitement and so thrust harder, when in reality it was her body fighting to adjust to this new invasion.
When she could feel him prematurely working in a second finger, she broke the kiss and pushed him back. There she was, her breasts hurting from the underwire that was mashed against them and her pussy relieved that his digital attack was over. She looked at him, and he was smiling, oblivious to anything that she'd been feeling.
"Good, huh? Now its my turn," he said. He fumbled with his belt and before she could say anything, his jeans were around his ankles. "Come on then, get it out." She was alarmed at how casual it all felt, but her body disobeyed her mind and she stepped forward and reached for the waistband of his boxer shorts.
Bending down, she tugged delicately at the shorts, pulling them down towards his knees. The elastic got caught on his erection however and when she pulled a little harder, his cock flung up and almost hit her in the face.
"Oh," she jumped, startled. And then there it was, right in front of her: The first cock of any kind that she'd ever seen. It was circumcised and jutted out maybe five and a half inches from his body. She examined it for a moment, there in the street light and was amazed at how rigid it looked. The tiny detailing of veins as they spread vermicularly across the shaft. The head, mushroom shaped and so smooth in comparison to the rest of it. She reached out and tentatively poked the head with a finger. The boy laughed and her trance was broken.
"Haven't you done this before?" he said. "Of course I have," she replied defensively and, as if to show her prowess, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, gripping it tightly. She gasped. Though it looked so hard, the outer skin was very spongy, and she was amazed at the heat that radiated from it. Involuntarily, she slid her hand along the shaft and he moaned, "that's right, baby. Jerk me like that."
Excited by the reaction she received for such little effort, she repeated the movement, sliding her hand back and forth, back and forth. The boy moaned some more and leaned back on the fence behind him. This caused his cock to angle angrily and obscenely up at her mouth where, from that angle, she could see that the head was leaking a type of clear liquid.
She felt compelled to taste it.
She looked up at the boy to see if he were watching her but his eyes were closed, so rapidly she darted a tongue out to lick the clear fluid collecting on the tip of his cock. It was salty but not unpleasant and she went back to working his shaft with her hand in the hope that more would appear.
"Ohhhh." The boy let out a deep groan and his breathing quickened. "Just like that, babe. Yeah, keep doing that." And she did. Back and forth she tugged, occasionally leaning in to tongue away some more of his pre-cum but mostly just working her hand along his hot shaft. She squeezed and pulled him, kneaded and stroked him and all the time he urged her on with soothing words of encouragement whilst his breathing grew shorter still.
"Oh baby, I'm really close." She stopped, confused, not understanding exactly what he was close to. "No, don't stop, baby. Keep going. Yeah...that's right. You're great." His words filled her with pride and she willingly followed his instructions, working him faster and faster.
"Yeah baby, so close...don't stop...don't stop...AHHHHH." Suddenly, his cock seemed to double in size, and the boy threw his hips forward whilst grabbing at her head. He pulled her close just as the cock in her hand jumped and fired half a dozen ropes of thick white cum all over her neck and top. There was even a little on her face.
Alex couldn't speak. She could hardly breathe. So overwhelmed was she by what had just happened that she just knelt there on the ground, gasping. In her hand the cock remained, throbbing within her delicate little fingers. Its juices, or what hadn't splattered her chest and face, were dribbling down the back of her hand and she stared at the viscous, pearl liquid, hypnotised by its slippery texture, and entranced by the way it slimed through her fingers. Looking down at her chest, she saw that it too was streaked in long strands of cum and, feeling it on her face, she instinctively raised her hand to touch her glazed cheek. Tracing the sleek path to her mouth, she gathered a small portion of cum and pushed it, along with her index finger, over her lips and into her mouth. She sucked hard, relishing the acidic, salty taste.
"Alex," yelled her mother from downstairs, breaking her trance. "You're going to be late for basketball."
