“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
Brett quickly shook his head, his unruly hair swaying.
“Then keep reading,” I encouraged him and slid off my chair.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I slid down to my knees beneath the dining room table.
Using my free hand to lift up the tablecloth, I lowered my lashes and grinned up at him. “I want to taste you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. Before I could remind him again he returned to reading the chapter.
Now that I was on my knees beneath the table I hesitated, not completely sure what to do. Freed from the constraint of his jeans, I got my first good look at Brett’s cock, and fuck was it beautiful. Long and so thick my fingers couldn’t touch while wrapped around him. I etched into memory how dark his cock was compared to the rest of his skin. I especially took note of the thick vein that pulsed, just begging to be licked.
At this point many of the articles I had read varied in opinion. Some of the articles advised starting by stroking the cock and taking the head into the mouth. While others claimed guys liked it if you kissed on them a bit and licked them with your tongue.
Ultimately, I decided to start slow. I kept my fingers wrapped around him and gave his shaft another stroke. Then I leaned forward and tentatively flicked the tip of my tongue across the head, getting my first taste of his dick. It wasn’t quite what I was expecting. I knew what skin tasted like and that first flick was way more smooth and salty than what I had imagined. But it wasn’t bad, indeed, I only wanted to taste more.
Brett made a sound in his throat. I looked up at him, watching his lips move as he struggled to continue reading the dull words of the book. Knowing the effect I was having on him only made me that much more aroused. I felt like I was soaking wet. I swear my thighs were feeling damp, I was so turned on by being in control. Wanting to watch him come undone and knowing I was the cause, I leaned forward again, this time taking the swollen head of his cock inside my mouth.
I sucked and a bead of pre-cum hit my tongue. He released a husky groan. My eyes widened in warning. The sound he made was so illicit I felt something inside me clench. Brett’s honeyed eyes locked on mine, burning and scorching me with the heat of his stare. I flattened my tongue against him and pressed it firmly against the thick vein as I took him deeper into my mouth.
He didn’t have to say anything, his eyes were screaming oh fuck as I sucked in my cheeks and swallowed back my own moan.
“Sweetheart, are you sure you haven’t seen your mother?” my father suddenly asked and fuck did he sound close. I let the table cloth drop.
Brett stiffened against me. I had half of his cock inside my mouth, I couldn’t answer my father if I wanted to. Before I could slide Brett’s cock out, I heard my father ask. “Oh, where’s Amanda?”
Fuck, he was either in the dining room or looking in.
“I…I..” Brett stammered. “I think she had to get something out of her room.”
My father didn’t see me, if he was still in the doorway he probably couldn’t have. With me under the dining room table, obscured by both Brett’s chair and the tablecloth, I was completely hidden from view.
So I decided to mess with Brett even more.
Knowing that my father could see him and was probably even looking at him right at that very moment, I pushed forward, taking more of Brett’s cock into my throat until I felt my gag reflex hit. I paused, giving myself a moment to adjust to it. Then I kept going until I could go no further and he hit the back of my throat. Then I attempted to pull off a trick I read about.
I swallowed.
“Oh,” my father said. “Maybe Kitty is with her. Thank you.”
Something warm hit the back of my throat and I felt like I was going to choke. I started to pull back but Brett reached beneath the table, his fingers grabbing me by the hair. I didn’t fight him.
No, if anything him holding me there as he came was sexy as fuck.
I gagged just a little but managed to swallow every salty drop of cum he unleashed into my mouth. When he was done, his fingers relaxed, and I pulled back. I managed to wipe the back of my hand across my mouth before he grabbed me by the shoulders and hauled me up to my chair.
“Huh?” I asked, confused as he pulled me close. Was he mad at me for what I just did? Was he about to tell me off or break up with me for being a slut?
Brett grinned at me wickedly and his hands reached beneath my skirt. “Now it’s your turn.”
Brett
Fucking bloody hell! I had never shot as hard as I did with her lips wrapped snug around my cock, her mouth swallowing every hot drop down. It was so fucking good I was convinced I blew a testicle out when I shot my load. That sweet blissful agony of unleashing the le petite mort… Yeah, even I know some French.
I had never had someone touch my cock, much less suck and then deep throat it while swallowing my load. And then I had to talk to her father, telling him I had no clue where she was, all the while she was cleaning my cock with her soft tongue under the table.
Holy shit, that was fucking amazing. A blow job to end all other blow jobs. And it was my first one. Shit.
Pulling her up from under the table, her smile was so prideful at first until I sat her beside me. I had no clue why but I fucking loved her right there and then. And yes, I knew from health class that what I was feeling was just a chemical reaction from post orgasmic bliss. But fuck!
“Now it’s your turn.”
Her eyes widened with worry, and I could tell me turning the tables back on her was definitely not part of her plan. Watching her squirm only made me grin. Her beautiful cheeks flushed that bright shade of red I was becoming so familiar with. Fuck, even her blushing was turning me on. I could feel a little stirring in my loins as I stared at her.
Sliding my hand up her thigh, I nodded towards the textbook before us. “Your turn.”
Her blue eyes remained wide but I think the surprise of me touching her knee was slowly turning her on. Lightly, I let my fingers swirl around her kneecap. I didn’t want to take it too fast. I wanted to take the time to explore her legs because they had long held a fascination for me.
Her habit of wearing skirts to school had turned my head quite a few times. I truly believe there are some females whose bodies are just made for skirts, and she was and still is one of them. Even then she had long and toned legs, her golden tan only enhancing their definition.
I had large hands and in fighting it’s a good thing, it’s more surface to grip or punch with. At that moment though it meant I could feel more of her silky smooth skin. I swore she must have made a bargain with the devil to make it as good as it felt. I slowly slid my hand up, past her knee, my finger trying to read her smooth like brail.
Clearing my throat, I said, “Mandy, do continue to read your portion.”
Her oh-so-pink lips were moistened by that amazing tongue of her’s then she stuttered to a start. “Many men and…”
I tuned out the meaning of her words as my hand slowly inched up her thigh. God, they were so silky and luscious. I wanted my mouth on them so I could suckle on the soft, fleshy part I touched and explored. I wanted to run my tongue along the little crease touching her wet little panties. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, all hot and ready for me. I could feel the moisture, calling to me like I was a man stranded in the desert and her pussy was the fucking oasis.
Her body was destroying my caution, and I let a small moan escape my lips. Not a second later, her lips pressed together tightly and I could hear her swallowing back her own moan behind her lips.
I glanced down the hall and grinned. “Keep reading, like a good girl.”
She tried to start again but my hand moved the elastic band around her leg. My fingers slowly grazed past her trimmed hair, then slowly traveled down to her moist folds. I had read many internet porn stories at that point and had watched my fair share of porn so I had a general idea of where to find that beautiful button they
call the clit. My middle finger very gently swiped past it, and I felt her entire body shudder heavily. Bingo.
Down, towards her opening, I pushed her soaking wet lips apart. Her mouth gasped out again and I think the book was long forgotten.
I felt around her small opening, exploring, and then hit her hymen. Well, shit. I could work with that though.
I slid my finger up towards the clit and gave a slow little circle around it. Then another. I didn’t quite touch it. I was learning, exploring. Discovering what was possible.
Leaning over to her neck, I lightly kissed it before whispering into her ear. “Come for me, my sexy little fairy.”
I held my breath, wondering if she would actually do it.
Her body locked up tightly as I brushed two fingers across her clit in an up and down motion. My fingers then circled around it and pushed down on the little nub.
Groaning, she tensed up, and I was pretty damn sure I had just given my girlfriend an orgasm as her legs shut on my hand. Slowly, she rocked her hips back and forth for almost a minute then she just stopped, slumping into the chair as if all the bones inside her body had given out at once.
Pulling my hand slowly from her panties, I lightly swiped her clit one more time, and watched her jerk and twitch.
Using my free hand to turn her chin towards me, I watched her eyes open and bring me into focus. Lifting the hand that was just inside her panties in-between our faces, I slowly licked both fingers that were covered her juices. “Mmm, you taste and smell amazing.”
“Mandy, how’s the studying going?” her mom called out from upstairs. Maybe she was sensing something was up with her mom-sense.
Mandy instantly sat up straight her while she pulled herself together. “It’s going great!”
I smiled and whispered, “I have an idea.”
I stood up and my erection pushed hard against the denim of my jeans. The fucking thing was all but bursting out. I was so damn hard from just touching her in such an intimate way. Fuck, she really did taste and smell amazing.
I pushed my cock between my waistband and my stomach, being sure that my t-shirt completely covered it. Mandy watched me in fascination as I did a quick adjustment of myself.
“Let me guess, you’ve seen guys in class adjust themselves kinda like I just did. Right?”
She nodded her head silently to answer my question.
“Then he most likely had an erection.”
Grinning, I walked out of the dining room and made my way to the living room.
I found her father kicked back in his leather recliner, flipping through sports channels.
“Sir?” I asked to get her father’s attention.
“Yeah, Brett?”
“Mandy has done well with her studying tonight, and with her tests in class. She has really done amazingly well.” And she can suck a cock like a fucking champ.
“My parents are fond of the concept of positive reinforcement. And because she has been doing so well, I want to reward her for her diligent studying and effort.” Because, dear god, I want to taste her so bad I would cut my tongue off and throw it at her if I had to.
“Okay…”
“I want to take her out for a burger for the rest of the study session as a reward for doing so well.”
“She’s really doing that well?” he asked, and I could barely contain my groan.
“Yes sir, she aced that last quiz.”
“I don’t know… it’s a school night,” he said, eyeing me as if he knew I had something else planned.
I thought for sure he was going to deny me, but fuck I had to try, dammit. But then he said, “Well, it’s seven now. Get her home by eight-thirty?”
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck yeah.
* * *
Mandy looked at me with confusion as we parked my mom’s Volvo off the road in a very secluded park. I grinned and stepped out of the car, my erection still pushing hard against my jeans.
Walking around the vehicle, I opened her door and held out my hand. Tentatively, she placed her hand in mine.
“Brett…” she started as she stood and smoothed her skirt against those tan legs.
I led her to the front of the car and pushed her against hood, helping her sit on the warm metal covering the engine. “Hmm?”
“I don’t think I am ready to go all the way…”
“That’s okay, I’m not planning on going that far.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, while I think you are the perfect person to lose my virginity with, I don’t want to rush you or myself.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” And I didn’t. I had discussed sex at length with my parents and they were both very insistent that it was a big deal and convinced me that my first time should be with someone I truly cared about. Even as fucking horny as I was back then, I wanted my first time to mean something, and not be a careless moment of teenage hormones.
I knelt down in front of her and my hands went to her legs, pushing them up slowly.
“W-wha-what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly as I began to stroke her legs again like I had at her parents’ dinner table.
“My turn.”
I spread her thighs. Fuck, it was a good thing I was tall enough to do what I was planning to because I just had to get those amazing pussy fluids straight from the source. I started by reaching up and pulling those tiny black panties out from underneath her sexy little ass. Sliding them down her thighs, I then wiggled them over her feet to get them off of her.
She watched me tuck the panties into my back pocket and then closed her eyes as I slowly kissed her calf muscles, making my way up to her thighs. With each kiss I brushed my tongue against her clean tasting flesh. Sometimes nipping lightly with my teeth.
When I reached her very neatly trimmed pussy lips, I sucked in a deep breath and groaned out a hot blast of air on her clit. Shivering, she grabbed me by the back of my head and lightly ran her fingers through my hair.
I lightly lapped at her inner thighs, suckling on the tender flesh just like I imagined doing when I was at the table. I could lightly taste her sweetness even there, she must have been very wet. I began with her right lip and then the left, my tongue taking long strokes of her. Then with the utmost care I licked a wide swipe of her glistening slit, half tempted to say fuck it all and thrust my throbbing cock inside her.
My hips, as if they had a mind of their own, began to rock, my throbbing head rubbing against my cotton underwear.
With a slow lick straight up the middle, I felt Mandy jerk her hips just as my tongue contacted her clit. From the bottom of her pussy, I lapped up and up, over and over again. Enjoying the feeling of her legs clamped around my head.
Loud moans and soft whimpers filled my ears as I devoured her with my fucking mouth. I could feel her body tensing more and more, building towards her climax. Knowing she was close and wanting to push her over the edge, I focused on her clit and locked my lips around it. Pulling back a hard suck, I felt her jerk and cry out, “Oh fucking fuck, I’m coming.”
The words, the smells, the tastes had me on such a short leash that just the brushing of my cock against my underwear had me erupting with her orgasm. I pumped shot after shot of hot sticky fluid into my pants, ruining the fuckers.
Moaning loudly with her, I relished her fucking quiver before her legs splayed apart and she fell back against the hood of the car.
Spent.
“Oh. My. God,” she groaned, and I grinned as I stood up.
No, not God. Brett.
Chapter Nine
Mandy
I created a monster.
I was only trying to gain some traction in our relationship, but what I ended up doing with Brett only gave him more of the upper hand. It was hard to be weak for someone. I had never let myself get overwhelmed like that before.
I took our relationship to that level thinking I’d wrap him around my little finger.
Instead, he completely unwrapped me.
But I couldn’t regret it. No, I’d never regret it. If anything, I was seriously considering going even further. I could so see giving Brett my virginity. How fucking amazing would it be to punch my v-card with him?
After what Brett did to me on the hood of his mother’s car, I made him take me through a drive-thru for a burger and a shake. We ended up eating together in the Volvo and snuggling a bit before he took me back home.
There were few words, just this quiet kind of wonder between us. Something was growing inside our young hearts. Something that was both terrifying and exciting. It was the first of many firsts.
That night, after Brett dropped me off, I texted up a storm with Grace. She wanted all the dirty details, and I just had to share it with someone else. She was totally jealous, which was surprising. Apparently even though she and Carson were having sex, he had yet to go down on her or even touch her down there unless it was penetration. Just remembering Brett’s mouth all over me almost brought me to another release.
After saying good night to Grace, I got myself off with my hand. It didn’t feel quite as good as when Brett did it, but I had to make do with what I had. I let him get away with my panties and I couldn’t stop wondering what he might do with them.
That weekend we had our first official date. Brett took me to a movie and I couldn’t keep myself from groping him the entire time. His hand ended up under my skirt and thank God it was dark and we were in the back. He got me off in the theatre with his fingers. While Brett furiously worked my clit, he had to cover my mouth with his other big hand to muffle my moans.
I tried but failed to get him off with just my hand. Though, now that I think about it, it was probably a good thing because we would have had to end our date early if he shot all over himself. So I gave him head in his car and swallowed before we made it to the restaurant for dinner. He dropped me off back at my house and said good night to my parents. I let him get away with another pair of my panties as a trophy of his conquest.
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