My [F]irst Experience, Part Four

For those of you only joining now (though I can’t imagine why *anyone* would start by reading a story which is titled “Part Four”, unless of course it is a tale which starts *in medias res*, like *The Odyssey* or *Star Wars*) these are the continuing adventures of my not-quite deflowering by my first boyfriend, Gordon. By the end of my relationship with Gordon I was still a virgin, although we did everything but. So this has been the story of everything but! (But not “everything butt”: that was several boyfriends later!)

Previous episodes ([Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/), [Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65kugl/my_first_experience_part_two/) and [Part Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66x4jb/my_first_experience_part_three/)) have established that we – I – had in some ways become adventurous, but within a narrow set of strictures. I’d say that we had only scratched the surface, but it was more a question of him *rubbing* against my surfaces to our mutual enjoyment, but only to his actual climax.

Then came the day that we widened our horizons.

This occurred in the summer after high school, when we had gone for a weekend to a cottage with his parents. It was more like a motel by a lake, there was a central facility but people rented individual cabins. Gordon and I went swimming. Just off the beach there were outdoor shower facilities, with two doors, one labelled “men”, the other “women”. You went through one door or the other, and inside there were a series of fairly big individual showers, sort of tiny wooden rooms: no roof, just walls and the showerhead.

No-one else was swimming and no-one was nearby, and so feeling very grown-up and adventurous, we slipped together in to the men’s portion. We stepped into a stall and shut the door, and shortly we were revelling in running our hands over each other’s naked bodies in the warm water.

Gordon stepped back out of the water for a moment, looked down at his penis, then at me and said “kiss it”. It wasn’t a request, it wasn’t a demand, it wasn’t a plea, he just said it.

Now, a lot of our experiences had been prodded into existence by Gordon (to be fair, *all* of them!) and I suppose in one sense this was no different. But, you know, although I was inexperienced I was not *totally* uninformed, and so although he had said “kiss it”, I knew perfectly well what he really meant. And unlike many of the things which had happened, this was not catching me unawares: I had thought about this possibility and had had plenty of time to think out how best to react.

I sank to my knees in front of him, opened my mouth, and closed my lips around his penis.

Even now I twitch at the thought of having done that and, silly as it sounds, I feel a little twinge of pride at doing it so unhesitatingly!
You are looking for more, gentle reader, I know, and you shall have it, but not at that precise moment. Oddly, he wasn’t even erect. Indeed, I chose the word “penis” for precisely that reason: had he been hard I’d think of it as his “cock”, but soft it remained a penis. (Connotation is important! It’s why at best I have “tits”, not “boobs”: far too big and round a word!)

Nor did he become erect as I held his penis in my mouth. This, perhaps, indicates that despite all the time I had put into thinking out how best to react, for practical purposes I had never mentally gotten into a lot of detail past that first moment of “I’m going to do it!” and given enough real consideration as to what to do once his penis was, in fact, in my mouth. And I was, after all, stark naked in the men’s shower section at a public beach, where someone else *could* arrive! After a relatively short time, therefore, I extricated my mouth from his organ and stood up, and the two of us dressed and left the shower area.

If that were the end, then you, dear reader, would be nearly as disappointed as Gordon would have been, but luckily it is not! As it happens, although we shared a three bedroom cabin with Gordon’s parents, they went out that evening, letting us know they would be quite late. I say “as it happens” since that is how I took it at the time. Looking back, it is obvious that they thought our relationship already to be more intimate than it was (we were alone in his bedroom *a lot*), and almost certainly they had absented themselves to give us some time alone to, well, have sex!

We each had a bedroom, but we both went immediately to mine. As you know by this point I was comfortable having no clothes on around Gordon, and given the events of the day we went from zero to naked in only a few short seconds! We were lying on the bed kissing and fondling in our usual ways, but after a very short time, to my surprise, Gordon slid his way down my body and suddenly, there he was, kissing between my legs!

I say “kissing”, but that’s no more accurate a word for what he was doing to me than it had been for what I did to his penis in the shower stall. There was quite a lot of tonguing going on, and a bit of sucking, and possibly even some teeth, lightly. I’m not certain I can reproduce in my mind exactly the things he did, but I know what I like having done, and I know that I liked what he was doing *a lot*, so I expect it was those things! As I’ve mentioned in previous stories, when Gordon rubbed his hand between my legs that was exciting, and our “wet-humping” where he’d done the same with his cock was more pleasurable still: this kiss, as it says in *The Princess Bride*, left them all behind!

Oh my god was I enjoying it, and I think my reaction was making that quite clear! Gordon seemed to have some kind of natural talent for this, lucky me!

When I told the story of first making him cum with my hand, I said that afterward he got a lot of handjobs, but I deliberately *refrained* from claiming that I got good at giving them. Really, I can only say that I got good at giving *him* handjobs: by the time I came to be engaged in negotiations over sexual activity with others, an offer of manual stimulation of the penis to cause ejaculation was not a highly prized offer (well, perhaps *one* time), and so there is not a very large sample size against which to judge my performance! But since Gordon, I have had others perform oral sex on me and I have practically always enjoyed it but, you know, despite his inexperience he still ranks up there! I’m going to say that he was just *good* at oral sex! It’s possible, I suppose, that I have some weird predilections in that respect, but I think he was just good!

Gordon continued for a while but was about to stop – strictly, did stop, momentarily – when it became my turn to say some variation on “just a little more!”. With his tongue or his lips or some part of his mouth he returned to putting a delightfully speedy and rhythmic pressure on *just* the right spot, and after not very much longer my back was arching, my body was tensing, my head was thrown back, my eyes were squeezed shut, my breath became short little moaning puffs being drawn in and in and in and in and held and held and held and then…………. UUNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I was actually trying to be quiet, so perhaps it was not as loud as I suggest, at least, not as loud anywhere outside my head. It wasn’t my first orgasm, but it *was* the first given to me by someone else, and it was amazing!!

For a little while I just lay there, in some kind of combination of shock and exhaustion, recovering blissfully. Gordon came up and lay next to me, and I remember kissing him happily, and offering some pithy comment on the recent happenings: “wow” or something equally clever, I imagine!

Eventually, though, I gathered myself, because *I* had unfinished business! Leaving the kissing behind I scurried down the bed, lying between his legs, face next to what was now, unsurprisingly, his quite stiff penis! (and so, “cock”).

I spent some time stroking it, and there was definitely some licking involved, some sliding of my lips around the head and use of my tongue after it was inside my mouth, I definitely tried to see how far down it I could slide my mouth, and I’m pretty sure my hand was involved as well. Eventually, though, it settled into a “my head bobbing up and down” rhythm, and his body tensing and his breath and sounds becoming more urgent in a way which now, with more worldiness, would indicate to me that he was very close to cumming.

What it indicated to me then, back at my very first blowjob, was …… well, really, exactly the same thing, that very shortly he was going to cum in my mouth! Although I might not have given a blowjob before I was no longer an ingenue and had a *very* clear sense of how Gordon’s body behaved just before the end, and although I might not have thought through *much* of what I was going to do once his cock was actually in my mouth, I had anticipated this moment, and I had decided that I was going to try swallowing.

So I kept stroking and bobbing away, and his body got tenser and tenser, and then suddenly, there it was in my mouth, globs and globs of his cum, sticky and tingly and kind of effervescent! I had expected to feel it “shoot” into my mouth, and I had been a little apprehensive about that, but it was more like the head of his cock just suddenly had this thick gooey coating on it, which didn’t disappear even though it was mingling into my mouth!

I loved it.

There was quite a lot, but I just swallowed it all, which was easy, I found I didn’t mind the taste, and – well, confession time. Gordon did say, happily, afterward, “you swallowed” and I replied “it’s just neater that way”. That statement is not *absolutely* false, it certainly was neater to swallow it than to have it make my chest or buttocks or pubes sticky, as we had been doing, but the word “just” was misleading. It implied that my motivation for swallowing his cum was merely cleanliness: actually, my motive was that I wanted to swallow his cum!! Before doing it I had been attracted by the idea, and after doing it I had really liked the actuality! My guess is that more of you who are reading will have had your cum swallowed than will have swallowed someone else’s cum, and I’m sure that’s just fine too (indeed, I have been repeatedly assured that it is!) but there really is something exciting about feeling it “happen” in your mouth and having it slide down your throat, the tingliness nonetheless lingering.

Whew!! I seem to have entirely abandoned the tale of innocence I have been telling till now, and rather am presenting myself as some kind of ravening succubus. But I did say that my relationship with Gordon ultimately left me with no claim on being unsullied, so there you are!

As a matter of sexual politics, looking back now, I suppose I should concede that it would have been better had he asked, or specifically warned me, or something, but I can only hold that as an abstract opinion, not as a real wish that things had been different. He wanted to cum in my mouth, I wanted him to cum in my mouth, and I regard rather fondly the fact that that did happen, and “naturally”, as it were.

And so the upshot.

First, Gordon got a lot *fewer* handjobs! He didn’t seem to mind, though…

Second, Gordon got a lot of blowjobs, in varied and exciting locations, such as at the top of a ferris wheel, while riding an elephant, and underwater. Ok, pretty much all of that last sentence is false!! I just wanted to sound more like I fit in at gonewildstories!! He did get a lot of blowjobs, but they were practically all at his house, at my house, or in a car. Ok, one in a lake, maybe some others elsewhere, but nothing really exotic.

And finally, after this I felt much more like a sexual agent, if you see what I mean. Until then in our relationship, I was either willing or unwilling, so things were determined by what he wanted and whether I would go along or not. It’s not that I didn’t have a say, obviously I did (and hence remained a virgin: Gordon would happily have changed that!) but my role was pretty much reactive. This might not have been the only thing, but it was the *big* thing which happened with me taking quite a bit of initiative.

But that’s *way* too philosophical a take on the experience: let’s face it, the real takeaway for me, in the end, was the discovery that I loved giving blowjobs!

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