18[F] First Taste of Manhood

Over the last several weeks, I have been going a little crazy at the thought of tasting a man’s cock for the first time. That vile thought -of finally getting to experience manhood’s flavor- has been keeping me up at night. I call it vile because it’s been so intrusive and wicked, it completely took over my mind and body, to the point I would have no choice but think and fantasize about the act every waking hour.

Phallic objects around the house would make my mouth water, and my tight little virgin pussy drip. (And if you’ve seen how soaked I get when I am aroused…you know it can be quite disruptive…) It got especially bad a couple weeks ago after I decided to give a banana a whirl and use it for practice. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was determined to rehearse some of the moves I had read or heard about, and work on desensitizing my gag reflex. Ultimately, I knew I had to do something about it…and soon.

Unfortunately, I am 18 and live at home with my parents who are strict and staunch evangelicals. Living in a small town saturated by religious fanatics and like-minded parents has meant they have near complete control of my life, with them knowing my whereabouts at all times and getting to decide who I get to spend time with. Basically, zero organic opportunities of actually meeting a guy. While I resent my current living situation, it was obvious to me I had to create my own luck.

Armed with the perfect pretext, I was able to argue getting away for a couple hours to drive myself to a nearby town’s mall. I knew I would be watched from afar by my parents who can track my phone, which would limit my options and time so everything needed to go smoothly. To this end, I wore a button up blouse, that I could use to decide how much skin I was showing, and a pair of jeans…which always show off my very perky and thick booty.

When I got to the destination, I drove around the parking lot for a few minutes, until I found the best place to park – a relatively secluded area by a loading bay, with few parking spaces, far from most entrances, and no visible traffic. It was not perfect…I figured there was always going to be a risk of someone walking by, but if anything, that small chance of getting caught made it that much more appealing.

Now all I needed was a man.

I am normally a very shy and socially anxious person, even after all the recent growth and development I have worked for. However, by the time I parked and got out of the car, the anxiety had somewhat dissipated as there was no turning back- my hormones had full command. I knew I had the perfect excuse to get any man to follow me back to my car- to help me out with a flat tire (that I just caused by letting some air out when I got there.)

My strategy was simple. Since I did not have a whole lot of time, I was going to sit around at one of the main entrances, to scope out for a lucky guy who would give me what I needed so badly. I cannot claim I had much in terms of criteria…mostly just that he would look like a ‘safe bet’ to not hurt me.

I was there for less than 5 minutes when an older gentleman walked by alone. He looked very clean and put-together, with a dashing smile, and kind eyes. I did not need any time to dwell on it, he was perfect for what I needed. I followed him outside, hurried to catch up to him and get his attention.

“Hello sir! One of my tires is flat and I don’t know how to replace it with the spare, any chance you’ve got a minute to at least show me what I need to do?”

“Of course, young lady. Where’s your car?” His reply was confident, self-assured, and his low voice only made him that much sexier. I could feel my cheeks burn up and turn red as I pointed in the general direction of my car and started walking that way.

The walk was only a couple minutes, but I made a point of walking a little ahead, making it hard to strike up a conversation – I did not want to ruin whatever chances I had of this working out…and I really did not know what to say at this point. This also gave me time to stealthily undo a couple more buttons from the top of my blouse, and him the opportunity to admire the full view of my ass. I could practically feel his gaze locked on my behind, taking full advantage of the opportunity I served him with on a silver platter.

When we got to the car I opened the driver’s door and sat down to reach for the lever opening the trunk. He came close by the side, and from his vantage point, he could likely see well down my cleavage. I could see him practically trying to shake off the thoughts. As I turned my head towards him to tell him the trunk is open and that’s where the spare is, I was practically staring right towards his waist area…I let my eyes linger at his belt for several seconds. I wanted to make it very obvious what I was after. To my surprise, him catching my gaze like that made him blush too.

Regardless, we both walked back to the trunk and got to work. He crouched down to start undoing the bolts on the tire, while I took another second to undo the rest of the buttons on my blouse…. when I crouched down beside him, his eyes jumped from paying attention to the wheel to my breast- now covered simply by a bra- and my flat stomach. This time, he did not look away.

He stood up and was about to say something, but before he could utter anything…I repositioned myself and placed my hand on his thigh. He stopped mid-sentence of whatever he was about to say…His pants visibly starting to bulge right at my eye level. I looked up at him, only to be faced with a slightly embarrassed and coy, but nevertheless dashing smile.

I took that alluring look as an open invitation to proceed as I pleased. I readjusted myself once again, kneeling down in front of him, with my knees on the more forgiving rubber material of the spare tire next by. Very happy I had found a comfortable position right in front of his imposing posture, I reached out with both hands, massaging his upper thighs, on both sides of his bulge.

I think that may have gone on for a few moments longer than I had intended, as I was trying to fight off the anxiety creeping into me of what I was about to do. So I just went for it. I undid his belt, and with a bit of his help, his pants and boxers soon fell to his knees, releasing his throbbing member.

With his cock out, just inches from my lips, I knew beyond any doubt that I was going to get exactly what I wanted. So I confidently reached out and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it pulse in excitement. I could feel his blood flow through it, his warmth…My eyes were locked on it- hypnotized by its look and feel, and by the the cascade of feelings it was stirring inside of me…Feelings of raw desire, a compelling urge to take off all my clothes, and let him have his way with my virgin body. Transfixed as I was by it all, with my pussy now pulsing violently, expressing the need for my soaking hole to be filled; that was not what I was there for.

So I carried on with my plan, slowly starting to stroke his cock in my right hand. His hands moved over to my head as he started to play with my hair and applying pressure to the back of my head. Unsure whether or not that was a cue, I readily opened my lips as he shifted forward,letting his cock slide between my full lips.

I could feel my already completely soaked pussy gush out more juices…as my mind exploded with referred pleasure from the act of being truly penetrated by a cock for the first time ever. My jeans probably looked like I had peed myself. I was afraid this would soon turn me into an emotional mess…as it had happened before when I pushed my own limits during self-exploration…however, the feelings I was experiencing were far from it. To my surprise, it was simply carnal lust and pure excitement… It made me feel sexier and madly driven to pleasure the stranger standing in front of me.

Feeling brave, I grabbed the base of his shaft in my hand, continuing to stroke him while using my mouth to suck on the tip. I pursed my lips tightly around it as I sucked him deeper and deeper into me. When I reached what felt like the deepest point without me gagging, I looked up at him and our eyes met. The look on his face spelled intense, and raw pleasure.

With renewed confidence, I started bobbing my head, up and down his shaft, letting my full upper lip and tongue massage his cock between them. My left hand now holding the base of his cock, mostly just to stabilize myself, as I was making a real effort to massage and rub his balls with my right.

Within seconds, he started to moan. His body started to tense up, his hands firmly behind my head, preventing me from going at my own pace. Really, the dynamic had changed completely, as he was now holding my head still and forcefully thrusting himself into my mouth. It made me feel so feminine, slutty, and naughty – all at the same time.

Then with a heavy groan, his body shuddered, and I could feel his cum shoot to the back of my mouth. The taste was everything I had imagined, but the act itself was a million times sexier. He stopped thrusting into my mouth when he first started to cum, so I decided to keep going and suck him off all he’s got until I could no longer feel his cock pump anymore of his load into my already cum flooded mouth. When he pulled out, I felt a drop of his semen linger on my bottom lip and drip down my chin, so I immediately licked it off and proceeded to swallow his entire load.

The man was completely dumbfounded. He was leaning back against the car becoming chatty all of the sudden. He was telling me how much fun our experience was and all the things we could do together. Then he got on to changing my tire while I ran back inside the mall to go to the bathroom and fix myself up before driving back home to my religious parents.

When I got back to my car, he was just finishing up with the tires. I awkwardly thanked him for helping me out, so he gave me his number and we said our goodbyes; personally knowing I would never see him again. I deleted his number before getting home.

Xoxo,
Adeline

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oepj8x/18f_first_taste_of_manhood