[MF] The first dick I ever tasted (18F)

If you’re a guy, then obviously, you’ve seen a dick for quite a while. Unless we have a brother (I didn’t), us ladies usually don’t have that luxury. We just grow up wondering what they look (and feel) like. We get curious, we want to explore them, see what they are and how they react, whether they really grow and how much they do, etc. Sure, I could see some in books, or on the internet, but trust me, seeing a picture and seeing it for real are two different things. As puberty hits, curiosity goes into overdrive; it just seems so… different for us, you know?

At the time this story happened, I was very young (18) and up until this point, had only seen one guy naked. As in, seen in person, in front of me, with my real eyes. It was a bit before this story happened: he was my boyfriend, we were making out, he became hard and offered to “show me if I showed mine.” At this point, I had been wayyyy too curious for years and there was no way I was passing on this. We were at his house in his basement, supposedly watching a movie (we kinda were), and his parents were wayyyy too protective of him (I know strange for a boy, they were like listening from upstairs or something) and we had very little time alone. He dropped his pants and his dick was small, semi-erect. My face flushed with red and I asked, me being way too curious, to touch him, to see what it felt like.

He said “show first” and I also lowered my jeans. He asked me to spread out, I did, and he… Well, he was grossed out by it. He let out a big “ewwww” and, yeah. That sucked. There was no touching after that.

Yeah, not my proudest story. I wish I could tell you I dumped him some time later, but the truth is that he simply stopped responding to me, other than to tell me he was busy. I was crushed, I cried, I did manage to get a call through once and his mother simply said that “we were done.”

Anyway.

Some time later, I was at a party. I had recently turned 18 (this was only a month and a half before my babysitting story, crazy to think how fast things went) and the party was at the house of a girl I would describe as… Strange. She was just that lady who was always quirky, always seemed too innervated and seemed to say the most random stuff. She had plushies, for instances, and brought them to school, yet I remember in our sexual education class a year earlier, she seemed to know way more than the majority of us, for instance. She was into anime a lot, yet always managed to sneak in alcohol during parties.

Her parents were somehow rich as well, but I think they did not care much about her. We were sort of friends, not the closest, but we would talk and eat together sometimes. She had a car and would drive us to movies or anywhere, really. She also wasn’t really that popular, which might be understandable given her peculiar personality, but managed to do OK by hosting large parties all the time, to which she invited almost everyone she had ever met. If you had talked to her once, she would remember to invite you on Facebook. Her parties were always amazing and she always had alcohol – free. I think her parents or older brother bought it for her or something, but I’ve never seen her ask anyone for any money.

One thing that made me feel bad about her, once, she organized a party for her birthday, over 50 people came, and something like one person brought her a gift, something like a free movie ticket. She was the girl who had made a buffet for everyone and offered beers to all guests and most people simply didn’t even care enough to wish her happy birthday.

I forgot what this specific party was about. I think it was like a totally random thing, a “come on over everyone it will be fun” thing. It wasn’t my first party there, I had even kissed a guy last time but that was it. Her parents had a big house and from what I’ve understood, her parents pretty much let her do whatever she liked. That night, I think her parents were on vacations, traveling, and I know his brother lived with roomates as he was now going to college. In other words, it was a typical teenage party, with the whole house, including the pool, to ourselves. In other other words, it was absolutely awesome :)

Marilyn, the party girl, loved to invent games for us to play. There would be pong games for beer, trivia games for shooters, and console gaming for, well I guess more alcohol. This time was no exception: she had prepared several games for her guests and it was clear she had put a lot of work in. As I said, I think she really dreamed about being popular or something. And with all her parties, I would say she kinda was, despite her bubbly personality, even if that popularity was in fact purchased. She had a game where she hid chocolate in the house and whoever found it would keep it, another where she had a spinette roulette with 5 shooters of water and one of vodka, a console hockey game competition where the winner chose toppings on pizza, etc. Now to describe Marilyn: at 18, she was pretty, I should say. Short, tiny, long messy hair that probably weren’t her original color, a kind of face that was not really pretty nor ugly, but rather unique, with big cheeks and a big forehead, but cute little eyes and a pretty small nose in the middle. She had comfortably C cup breasts (just guessing here) and dressed a bit like a goth, with super skinny pants that made her look a bit funny, but definitely original and unique.

I noticed at this party (I had noticed before, but this one was even more apparent) that she seemed to have a thing for boys. She would chat one seemingly at random, sometimes the winner of a game she had made, and talk with them until they would be making out. She inadvertently created a scene when she inadvertently kissed a guy who apparently had a girlfriend, present at the party. The girl made a scene, yelled, raged, but the guy kept making out with Marilyn anyway. She left in a fury and Marilyn said “I didn’t know he had a girlfriend, I swear!” An hour later, she was with someone guy, funny how things work.

My first time taking a dick in my mouth happened latter in the night. I am more of a nocturnal person myself, meaning I have more energy and am more alert in the late evening, and I used not to drink much at parties, usually because there wasn’t much, but this night just because I didn’t really feel like it. I think I was at my second beer in four or five hours.

Late into the night, there were only a few people left, including the guy who had driven me to the party, a nice guy named Karl. Karl was the kind of guy who was friendly with everyone, always ready to help, up to a point where it often became silly. For instance, once, after a party, he drove two hours to drive an intoxicated girl and her boyfriend (who didn’t have a license) home and didn’t even ask for money for gas or anything. He was also the kind of guy who was super respectful towards woman and always treated them with a smile and politeness. He was a confident guy who never said anything bad about anybody and he would have given you the shirt off his back if that could have helped you. For instance, he consoled me when my ex left/abandoned me. He was a good friend that I would see often at party and chat with, and I felt the two of us really got along well. He was more mature for his age, if not a bit too reserved and shy. As I said, I liked him.

At this time, Marilyn came to see me, and asked how the party had been. I told her it was great, but that I wanted to pay for the pizza and beers I had taken. She told me not to worry about it, and asked if I had met any boy. I hadn’t. She introduced me to Karl, which I already knew of course, and we chatted a bit, without much developing. As I said, I think he was shy around women. She introduced me to another guy, some drunk guy who was a bit obnoxious, and we actually ended up making out a bit on the couch, but I stopped him before anything went further. He seemed to get tired of me at some point and left. I was okay with it, I loved to make out, and it felt nice.

About an hour later, very few people were left and they were mostly people I got along with and liked. We were all in the basement, some boys were still playing hockey games (hello? pay attention to us please!), two girls chatting and drinking in a corner, etc. Marilyn was making out with some guy named Alex, and it all started when he whispered to her that he had never seen a woman naked. The guy was 19 or 20 if I remember well, I don’t know what the two were talking about specifically, but I remember Marilyn laughing kind of loud. Marilyn was 18 too. She laughed a bit and repeated out loud: “You’ve never seen a woman naked!? Really? Wow!”

Sure, the guy was a bit nerdy, and had some acne scars, but he was overall good looking, muscular and with a tight posture. Tall, athletic, he seemed like the kind of guy girls would want.

“We absolutely must fix that,” she added, again loud enough for everyone to hear. People turned over to look at her, curious. “Everyone, now that there are so few of use left, I have another game we could play. Come on over, please.”

“Oh please Marilyn, no more games,” some guy playing hockey said. Not everyone liked all of her half-childish, half-cringy games, including the treasure hunt thing, and at this time, I think most people were tired.

“You know this one I think, it’s fun. It’s a game of truth and dare.”

Yeah, maybe a bit too old for this. But maybe not? People were sort of into it. She got out a bottle and we started playing in. In the next thirty minutes, I learned that Marilyn had gotten her period very young, at 12. The bottle chose me only once and I was dared to take a shooter of vodka. Okay, nothing I couldn’t handle. A guy revealed he was a virgin (we already knew that) and Karl was unfortunately not picked.

During that time, one or two people left. Marilyn then suggested another game.

“Alright, maybe it’s time for another game. How about we give these guys some action, girls?” and on this, she removed her shirt, revealing her arge breasts held by a sexy white lace lingerie bra. “My friend here has never seen a woman nude, bet he never saw a woman in a bra neither,” she giggled. “Or maybe we should make them work a bit?”

Some girls were visibly not at ease. They looked at each other, confused and visibly feeling uncomfortable. I should say, Marilyn had drank quite a bit, and seemed not exactly drunk, but the kind of tipsy where you’re so horny and are ready to do, well, more willing stuff.

“Same bottle, but this time, if the bottle picks you, you remove a piece of clothing. Who’s in?” She had a pretty, flat little belly and as she said that, she leaned backwards on her hands, exposing her tight stomach to all.

A girl immediately excused her and went upstairs. A boy seemed hesitant and I heard him say, “Well, time to go.” Two boys seemed really into her game tho, and agreed to play. A girl, who was very intoxicated, also agreed to play.

“Here’s how it’s going to work: no one is forced to play,” she said as some people were leaving. “If you want to leave, you can, but you won’t get to watch. To play, well, you have to play,” she laughed again.

It worked. Another guy same he was in. She went to say goodbye to the girl that was leaving, and the guy followed her soon after. Another girl left, until we were left with five boys and three girls – Marilyn, the drunk girl name Becky I think, and me.

“Alright, five guys, three girls, I like those odds. Remember that you can choose to leave at any time, but if you leave… you don’t get to see.”

She spun the bottle and of course it picked me. I removed a sock, but marilyn shook her head and said I had to remove both. OK.

Then it started picking a lot of guys, only stopping on the drunk girl once. Some guy, shirtless and in pants, chickened out. He stammered something about his parents wanting him home, and left.

The drunk girl left pretty soon too, not willing to remove her shirt (she had removed her socks). A guy, who was now in boxers, left too, saying he had to wake up early. Marilyn seemed sad.

“Sarah, my dear, you at least are staying, correct?” her voice sounded imploring.

Truth be told, there was no way I was leaving. I was way, way, wayyyyyy too curious. It had been too long, too many years wondering, too many years wanting to see, touch, explore, even more a dick. I wanted to know how they worked, how they got harder and, the ultimate taboo, what happened when it… did their stuff. Was it very much like water? Or more like jelly? Was it warm, hot?

I wanted to know. I needed to know. I wasn’t going to miss my chance.

There were three boys, all of them between 18 and 21 – Karl, a drunk guy who played hockey, and the guy who had never seen a woman naked. Marilyn had made out with two out of three of them during the evening and I’m fairly sure the only reason it wasn’t all three is because Karl refused her..

The next two spins ended up on me. It was a shock to me that I would get so unlucky: literally 1/5 chance, twice in a row. I removed my shirt and pants. I was in underwear.

And damn, all those looks on me. I didn’t want to be naked in front of those guys. I would… I might get… I don’t know, they might see me differently from this point onwards, in school. Then again, except for Karl, I rarely saw the two guys. And at this point I wanted it all: not just thirty seconds half-clothed in a basement, but in good, full view. If possible, see them hard. Disregard the “if possible;” I wanted to see them hard, see how hard it was exactly. As I said, curiosity :)

The bottle did pick the guys one time each as well as Marilyn (thank you, luck), who kept her socks on and removed her pants. “Not fair,” a guy said. “You have two pieces of underwear to remove.

The bottle picked Karl, who stripped down to his boxer. At this point, I was ectasic: only one more roll on him, and I would get to see his dick. “Was it hard already?” I wondered. I knew guys got hard when they were excited, was he excited enough already? Then, it picked Marilyn again, who hesitated, and finally chose to remove her socks, leaving her in bras and panties. “Almost there, guys!” she said, and I did notice a dump in Karl’s boxers. Yes

Then it picked each of the two guys I didn’t know well once, until one was in underwear, and the other in jeans. I was very hopeful, as the next roll had a 2/5 chance of giving me what I wanted.

Nope.

Instead the bottle picked me and I had to remove my bra. I genuinely thought about leaving at this point because I was so shy, but hey, who am I to back away from a bet. Not so close to my goal, certainly not. I undid my bra, showing them my breasts and the guys were just STARING at me, literally looking at me every way they could, almost watering at the mouth.

I could have still left. I could have ended it, right here and there, panties on. I could have stood up, dressed and left. But no, of course not, I wanted to see them nude. I’m obstinate sometimes.

Then the bottle picked me again.

Damn.

I thought about backing off, but too late now. Couldn’t back out once the game was on. Only one guy had seen me naked, and then only partly naked. This time, I would be completely nude, all in front of four people. Three were watching my every move, maybe thinking I would back out. No, I couldn’t. I had played a game and lost. No backing down.

I did what I said I would, stripping down. I was ashamed, flushing, I felt humiliated, but the guys were absolutely stunned, mouth gaping, and I think for all three of them, it was the first time they saw a woman naked.

“See, now you’ve seen a woman naked,” Marilyn said, and she had that big happy smile on her face. “Sarah my dear, stand up and turn around. Give them a good look.”

“I…”

I don’t know why I obeyed her. Marilyn could be commanding when she wanted to. I stood up. Turned around slowly, and then sat down.

“Wow,” one guy said.

“Well, that’s it,” Marilyn said. “Thank you for playing all.”

What????

“I thought we kept playing until we were all naked?” I said shyly.

“Oh no, where’s the fun in that?” she answered. “We play until someone loses. Then the game ends.” I was absolutely crushed! I would fail, fail fail. Once again, this time closer than I had ever been.

“But… But…”

“If the bottle picks you again, you have nothing to remove. So it’s not fair for the others. You’re freeloading.”

“We could… I don’t know…”

“Could what?” she asked. She was right. I couldn’t think of anything. I covered myself, ashamed.

Then, everyone bless him, Karl thought of something: “We could continue with that game of truth and dare we played earlier. If you run out of clothes to remove, you do a dare.”

“Oh?” Marilyn asked, once again very interested. “Like what?

“If Sarah loses again, can she like, I don’t know… open her legs?”

“Kiss me while naked?” the drunk guy said.

“That sounds fun. Who gets to choose the dare?”

“If it’s a girl, we three guys agree on something. If it’s a guy, you girls decide together.”

“Sounds great. You all in?” They all said ‘yeah.’ “They we keep playing. Sarah, you in?”

“Yeah…”

“Fine,” she finally said. She rolled the bottle again and yup, you guess it – me again. They chatted for a bit, and then the drunk guy talked

“Show us,” the drunk guy said.

“Show what?” I asked.

“Just… show us.”

I felt absolutely devastated my bad luck would keep hitting me, again and again. Only one spin on one guy, that’s all I wanted.

“If you don’t want to,” Marilyn said, “we have to end the game.”

“Noooo,” the drunk guy said.

I finally spread my legs open completely, giving them a good view of… everything.

“Can you use your fingers to…”

“To what?”

“I don’t know… I don’t know how to say it… Open up?”

“Open up?” I repeated, but I had gotten what he wanted. With my fingers, I opened my cunt, showing my full hole.

“Very nice,” he said. Even Marilyn was watching me closely.

I begged and begged luck to not choose me. I didn’t want to know what they would have me do. I was lucky – it picked the drunk guy, who stripped to his boxers and said: “I wish I could remove them too, they’re tight. Sarah, you’re hot as fuck.”

Then it picked Karl, finally, who removed his boxer, revealing his huge, hard dick. “Well, ladies,” he said as he removed them.

And damn it was big! Around 6 inches, fully hard, so large I remember being scared this thing was supposed to be in me. It would split me in two!” I thought.

It picked the other guy, who stripped down to boxer, then yup, me again.

“Stick a finger in,” the drunk guy asked. I did. “Play with yourself. Show us how you do it,” he added.

“That was one spin.”

“I know, show us how you do it.”

I rub my clit gently for him and all three men were just not moving an inch, their eyes literally glued to me. I could tell Marilyn was getting a bit jealous. I got wet a little, but mostly felt shame that… they would observe me while… I had explored a bit in my bed, but always under the sheet, alone obviously, and in the dark. Now I was fully in the open

The bottle picked Karl again. Marilyn and I started talking and I confessed that I had never touched a dick and dreamed about it.

“That sorts it,” she said. “But I get the next pick, don’t I?” I agreed, and turned towards Karl. Marilyn wanted me to ask him. “Since you’re the one who is goind to do the touching, do the asking.”

“May I… May I… touch it?”

“Touch?” he asked, stunned. “Sure I guess.”

I approached, and I thought it would be sexy… To tell him.

“It’s my first time… Touching a guy,” I said.

“Really?” He cleared his throat: “Wow, enjoy it. And please be gentle, this thing is sensible.”

“I promise.”

I touched it, gently at first, then grabbed it firmly. I pulled the foreskin down, up, playing with it. It was hard, it was huge, it was incredibly arousing. It was amazing, feeling it getting harder and firmer, hearing his accelerated breathing, I could tell he loved it. I absolutely loved how it felt, the soft skin moving over the big hard stuff underneath. Then, the head, and I even managed to touch his balls (I was sooo curious too). Then I started stroking his dick a bit, pulling the head in and out of the foreskin, and his breathing became shallow and fast. He moaned and told me “okay, okay, stop, I’m gonna come.”

“Come?”

“Ejaculate.”

“Oh yeah… I know. Sorry,” and all of the sudden, I felt super ashamed.

“Cmon guys, I started shirt off, and I’m still wearing that – ugh – panties and bra.” She was a bit jealous all the attention was on me, I think.

The bottle picked her again and she removed both her bra and panties. Not one guy was complaining. I think she was tired of me getting all the attention. She had smaller breasts than me, but sort of pretty, with small perky tits. She was also shaved down.

The bottle picked the guy who still had pants, then the drunk guy, who finally got naked. His dick was smaller, but rock hard as well. Then it picked Marilyn again, who started caressing herself with extreme enthusiasm, without even letting the boys choose. I noticed that she got wet and the guys were touching themselves.

Then it picked me, but at this point Marilyn was little interested in the game or its rules.

“Finish Karl,” Marilyn said.

“Finish?”

“Make him cum.” Oh god­. Oh god. Oh god.

“I… I don’t know…”

“If you don’t finish him, I will” she said.

“You don’t have to, Sarah.”

“Did you know it hurts them when they stay that hard for too long? I’m not letting them leave like that. I wouldn’t be a good host.”

“You don’t have too, Sarah,” Karl said.

But I wanted to try, and told him as much. I started rubbing him, watching closely for any reaction

“Just put him in your mouth, Sarah,” Marilyn said. And right as she said that, Marilyn put the drunk guy’s dick in her mouth, sucking him off briefly. “Remove your boxers,” she told the other.

“Sarah, you absolutely do not have to. This isn’t part of the game…”

“But do you want to?” I asked him.

“It doesn’t matter what I want.”

“Yes, it does.”

He nodded and to tell you the truth, the idea had grossed me more than a few times. I had seen it during some pornographic scenes and it always grossed me out. This was where the pee came out for fucks sake. What if he peed while I was doing it. Yuck.

“First time tasting a dick?” Marilyn said.

At the same time, I… kind of wanted to. Curiosity…

“Give him a taste, c’mon,” drunk guy said. The guy’s tirade was targeted towards me, but Marilyn sucked him again, just a few seconds, then back to rubbing.

I approached him careful and then gave a tiny, tentative lick on the base of his dick. He moaned in pleasure.

“In your mouth,” the drunk guy said.

Finally, I wrapped my lips around his cock, and went down to the base. It didn’t taste much. The skin was soft. He was enjoying this tremendously. It turned me on INSANELY that I could do that to him, with my mouth.

I sucked him gently, and it felt kind of okay. It was soft, it was hard, it didn’t taste much, and it made Karl moan in pleasure.

I stopped long enough to see Marilyn stoking both guys, one in each hand. ”

“Here’s what I’ll do: another game. First guy to come loses. I’ll suck off the winner until he comes.”

“Okay,” they both agree.

They laid on their back as she was doing her work.

I stared at Karl in the eyes.

“If you don’t like it, you can stop.”

“And please don’t make a mess on my floor?”

“What do you mean?”

“Swallow.”

“What do you… oh.”

I touched Karl and caressed him. Then back in my mouth he went. I liked the shape of his dick in my mouth, how it felt on my tongue, on my palate. Is it so wrong to say it turned me on immensely?

He must have lasted thirty seconds until the fast panting came back.

“You’ve never seen a guy come neither, I guess?” I did a small no with my head. “Okay, then you watch, since you’re so curious.” He moved my head away from his dick. “Sarah, stroke my dick with your hand once or twice, I’m going to come.”

I couldn’t believe it. Already. It took me a long time to reach anywhere near an orgasm, and this guy, within a minute, was near done. He laid on his back and I stroked it gently but firmly, once, twice, and then he moaned loudly. I felt his dick pulsate under my man and I saw his cum being shot out directly on his stomach, by wave. Squirting. I was stunned and a bit grossed, but quickly, I started to admire my work. He seemed to enjoy it so much, his legs trembling in pleasure. I had done this to a guy. I was proud.

Damn it was nice. So that’s how dick worked!

“You’re making a mess,” Marilyn said. “Tsk tsk. Let me show you how it’s done.” Only now did I noticed the drunk guy had came from her stroking. She took the other one in her mouth and he came shortly after. She swallowed.

“That’s what good girls do,” she said. She went to the other guy and started licking his cum on his belly with her tongue. “Come on, clean your man,” she finally said. “You’re not gonna leave your man like that, covered in cum? And I took care of two while you took care of one.”

“It’s okay, Sarah,” he said, and he got a kleenex out of his pocket to clean himself.

“Tsk tsk,” Marilyn repeated.

We chatted for a bit and Karl and I slowly dressed. The truth is, we all had a great time. I was horny as hell, panties dripping, up to a point Marilyn handed me a disposable towel to clean my juices from where I had sucked Karl.

She kept the two guys naked, saying she was going to enjoy them and that they were spending the night here. Unfortunately, one of them, the drunk guy, had to leave, as he had work in the morning.

“Are you sure?” she said.

“Yeah, I really wish I didn’t have to, but I really can’t miss work.”

“That’s a shame. You know your friend is going to get everything, right?

“Well he did win, he does deserve it.”

They kissed and he started dressing up too. “You’re not putting anything on,” she said to the other guy, the one who originally had never seen a woman naked. “Twenty and a virgin? I don’t think so. I’m going to show you how to please a woman.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, overexcited.

“Sarah, do you have a drive home?” I told her Karl was my ride. She brought me apart a bit to talk to me. “Listen, he’s really nice to drive you home at this hour. So reward him, will you?”

“How so?”

“Just suck him off once you arrive. And be a nice girl and swallow. You wanna make a mess all over his pants?”

“I…”

“Guys love it when we swallow. So do it.”

“Ok…”

Karl opened the door to his car for me and he drove mostly in silence.

“Did you like it?” he said at some point.

“I loved it!” I said.

“I only wish I could have done the same for you.”

“But I don’t have a … You know?”

“Doesn’t matter, I can do it anyway.”

I felt a bit stupid and naive I hadn’t gotten what he meant. Once we arrived, I turned towards him and told him to unzip his jeans.

“Why?”

“You know why?”

“Sarah you really don’t have to…”

“But I want to. And I want to thank you for the ride.

His dick sprang out of his pants, half hard. There was no hesitation this time: I started sucking and I kept thinking about how he would come and how that large stuff he shot would end up in my mouth. It seemed pretty strong; would it hurt? What would it taste like?

I didn’t have much time to think about it: a minute or two later, he said he was coming and I braced myself. I felt hit the back of my palate, almost choked, but managed to swallow, much like you would swallow a pill or something (or rather, several in a row). It wasn’t really doing it for me, but Marilyn seemed more knowledgeable of that stuff, and since she said men would enjoy it.

I swallowed it all. Karl kept moaning and letting out short “ah” in pleasure, he really seemed to like it.

“Sarah, you didn’t need to…”

“But I wanted to. I loved it,” he said.

“That was your first blowjob? You’re already an expert at this. I can’t let you go without… Without… It was so hot, I need to show you.

He opened his door to get out. I told him my parents were home. Asleep, but home. They didn’t care that much, I was 18 after all, not that they cared that much better, but I still didn’t want to make a mess of things. My bedroom was in the basement, so I told him I would open the window for him to get in.

He had me on my back, in my bed, and undressed me while we kissed, his dick dangerously close to my pussy. I wasn’t quite ready for sex yet, but damn I felt horny as hell. Then, once I was undressed, he went down and starting eating me, his hands grabbing and playing with my boobs.

I couldn’t yell loud, so I got a pillow over my face, as it felt amazing. He licked and licked around my clit, even pushing his tongue inside me at some point, and I remember thinking it was the first time another person was “in” me. This would be a night of many first.

He made me orgasm as his tongue focused on my clit, licking slowly but hard, repeatedly, and I screamed in my pillow, pretty hard. It was, as far as I remember, my first orgasm, at least my first real one. So THIS is what a blowjob felt to a guy. This is what I had given him.

He came near me and kissed me, laying next to me. “I have to go, I work in the morning,” he said. I just let out a long “hmmmmm.” I wanted to cuddle and kiss with him all night. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too Karl.”

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Can we… be together?”

“Yeah,” I just replied, blissful. I wanted to do what we had just done over and over again.

“I have a huge favor to ask, Sarah. Are you… Are you a virgin?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“If… I’ll wait until you’re ready. As long as it needs. But when the time come, can I please get it?”

“Yeah,” I said, still elated, half-asleep, I was so happy and well I would have agreed to anything he told me. He gave my pussy a last kiss, I was still dead wet and loose, and left by the same window he had gotten in. I feel asleep minutes later and, in the morning, only thought about one thing: I wanted his tongue licking me until I came. I texted him all day, only wanting to be with him, and this night we discussed a bit about what we had said the night before. We had both meant what we had said in our horny torpor, and kissed. We went to a movie, I sucked him in his car (thanks for the ride home) and he “wished me good night” like he had done the night before, and I knew I was deeply in love (and lust) with him. For the first time, I fantasized about his dick in me, doing in my pussy what it was doing in my mouth, and wondering what it would feel like.

As I said, I am way too curious ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/divbev/mf_the_first_dick_i_ever_tasted_18f