Feeling of first time I had it – 2

“Yeah, really,” and then I told her I’d seen mom’s once or twice, ALL bush…and ALL red. She laughed at that, and told me her mom was the same way, though dark black too…but yeah, real hairy and all bush. I then told her how I thought her slit looked really cute. (Well it did!) and then she said “Yeah? Do you like it then?” I told her I did of course, and said I’d like to see it again if she’d let me.

But this time…without the mirror. She thought about it for a moment, and then stood up, reaching for my hand. I took hers…and felt my heart jump up somewhere inside my throat as she then led me down that hallway towards her bedroom.

“Don’t go getting any ideas,” she informed me. “We’re not having sex. Well…not intercourse anyway,” she then added. Which told me in an instant a number of things. We were about to do something…far more perhaps, or at the very least, as much as we had done. Only this time, once again in broad daylight. “No more than an hour though,” she likewise stated. “I don’t want to take any chances in getting caught.” Once again telling me, we were definitely about to do something. And then Lily took off every stitch of clothing she had on.

It was the first time I had seen her completely naked. And interestingly enough, it really put her large sized breasts into perspective. They looked even bigger on her small sized frame. She looked amazing, though she was blushing furiously as she crawled onto her bed, waiting for me to undress, which I hurriedly did of course.

I remember shaking like a leaf. Though I’m pretty sure she was too. The two of us, laying there next to one another, hands and fingers and mouths seemingly everywhere at once. We literally couldn’t get enough of one another. But it was spectacular for me anyway…when I finally reached down, cupping her bare (well you know what I mean) pussy, actually holding it, palming it, without her shooing my hand away after two or three seconds.

I then began to “diddle” her as we called it. Just finger-tip diddling mind you, not really fingering her inside. After all, she truly was a virgin then, and even as I learned later, how she masturbated, never included anything ever going inside. All pretty much clitorial (ok…my own word, but I like it).

And all the while, she’s jerking and fondling me again, so we’re now enjoying our first ever mutual masturbation with one another. Yet another first here. And to be honest, I had pretty much figured out this was about as far as things were going to go, and I would have honestly been ok with that. So maybe it had something to do with me actually touching her, being touched.

I mean, shit…the way it felt when she touched me the first time? Nothing like it, having someone else doing you besides yourself. So maybe it was that way for her too, who knows. Whatever the case, or reason, next thing I know, she’s slithering down my body…yeah, you guessed it.

Within forty eight hours, I had experienced my first ever hand job, and now…about to experience my first ever blowjob too.

*Oral sex OMG*

Now obviously she was a novice at this, just as much as I was. And I had nothing to compare it to anyway. So maybe if I had had, I’d have looked back and said it wasn’t the greatest blowjob in the world. But…when it’s your first blowjob ever, it IS the greatest, regardless of what she’s doing, or how. At first, it was tentative little licks of the tongue (why the hell they even call it a blowjob in the first place escapes me.

But again I digress here). But even that felt utterly amazing to me, and if I thought I was shaking like a leaf before, it was nothing in comparison to the way I was shaking now. I felt spastic in a sense. I mean sure, it tickled some too, the way she was doing things, but fuck…the mental part more than made up for the lack of any real technique on her part. I mean think about it…I’m laying there getting my dick licked…and soon sucked! I mean it’s only natural that one would, at some point in time, follow the other. Which it did.

And that did feel unbelievably good. Short of the baggy full of whipping cream I’d once used to jerk off with, I’d never felt anything like it before. (Hey…give me a break, it’s better than fucking a pie isn’t it?)

Call me chivalrous perhaps. But in truth, it also had a lot to do with me yet wanting to blow my load. (Not to mention the fact that I think we were both still unclear on cum coming anywhere near another person’s mouth at the time). But since I was getting close here (too close) it was time to back her off for a bit before I embarrassed myself. Although there was a bit of surprised joy in this for her too when I suddenly rolled her over, and then slithered down her body, kissing every square inch of her along the way. She actually sat up, propping herself on her elbows looking down at me.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She asked.

“Where do you think I’m going,” I said, still kissing. “I’m about to return the favor here.”

“Oh yeah…right…Oh my God!” She said instead. I’m not sure I even meant to, or like I said, being a novice at this myself here. But I hit her pleasure button. Probably by mistake. But one thing I’ve always prided myself on, is that I’ve always learned from my mistakes. And so I licked it again, that little knot I found, that precious little nodule of nerve endings. And then suddenly she’s flat on her back again. Hands on her tits…pulling on them harder than I ever had, that’s for damn sure. And me, lapping away at her like I’d died and gone to pussy heaven. Looking up, watching her, her head rolling back and forth on her pillow.

Her ass bouncing, as I now slipped my hands beneath her, cupping it, more or less holding on, though it helped tremendously. Now I’ve never ridden a bucking bronco in my entire life, and have no plans to ever do so either. But, just holding onto her ass at least gave me an idea which way she was going, so I managed to ride her for the full eight seconds at least before she exploded. (Ok, so it was longer than eight seconds, but you get my point here). I made Lily come. With my mouth. Maybe it wasn’t her first orgasm ever…but it was the first one she’d ever given to me in that sense.

Damn I felt good. I’d just made a woman cum. Me. With my mouth no less.

And then she sucked the life out of me a short time after that. And yeah…she did the unthinkable, the unimaginable, the unspeakable. She swallowed me whole, even when I told her I was about to come. Even then, she still did it, still took it. And I knew I was going to tell every fucking friend I ever had, ever knew, even strangers on the street perhaps, that she swallowed my fucking come, and said she enjoyed doing it afterwards even. Actually liked it, and wanted to do it again, as soon as I could manage it.

Well…I would have. But then she said, “And don’t you ever dare fucking tell anyone I did that to you, or I’ll never do it again.”

Mums the word.

Oral sex became our favorite pastime. Whenever, and wherever we could manage it.

It seriously became almost an obsession between us. I shit you not. Next thing I know, I’m getting blowjobs (ok…suck jobs) before school outside in my car sitting in the parking lot. (I still to this day wish the hell I could have told the guys. But…I also knew a good thing when I had it too). So, I kept my mouth shut. And then we’d race home back to my place after school. Being an only child, with mom and dad both working, that meant we had another two hours of alone time before she had to be home.