My first time giving head

This is a story about the first time I was fingered, and giving my first blow job.

I was in my early high school days and as most of the k**s then, I was becoming rather sexually active quickly. I met a guy Dylan he was a year older than me and we were soon dating. At this stage I was still a Virgin for almost everything, well everything except for kissing and having my boobs foundled. After dating a few months we found a spot at school, which was very quiet, we use to meet there in the mornings about 30 mins before school starts, and make out and chat in peace. On weekends we use to meet up as much as posible at the malls, having lunches, watching movies and enjoying each others company.

After a couple of months of dating it was a friday night, and I had organised with my parents to drop me off at the mall to watch movies with my friends, although actually it was to be with my bf. We had done this numerous of times over the last few weeks but on this occasion after greeting him with a kiss, he said let’s rather skip the movie, get a milkshake and walk around and chat. I thought it was rather a good idea. After getting milkshakes we walked through the mall holding each other while walking past looking through the shop windows, which were closed already. We soon got to the entrance/exit for the lower level shops, Dylan wanted to have a smoke so we went outside into the basement parking. While he smoked we continued walking and chatting and soon got to the staircases which lead either lower to more underground parking or back up to the restaurant and area for the movies.

He finished his smoke and then asked if I wanted to go down half a flight of stairs and make out as it was rather quiet here. Which I thought was a great idea. As reaching the middle of the flight of stairs, we turned to face each other and soon our lips met. As we kissed passionately he’s hands squeezing my tight ass, our tounges touching. He soon pulled away and leaned back against the wall, turned me around and pulled me into him so I was standing with my back against his chest. He started kissing my neck while lifting my top a little and running his hands over my belly. I could feel through his pants that his cock was hard, as it pressed against my ass. Soon his hands wondered lower, slowly going underneath my pants, his fingers ran through my pubic hair, as I hadn’t started shaving at this stage yet, till they reached my pussy. He started rubbing up and down my wet pussy, his finger gliding over my clit, as I moaned from the pleasure. I opened my legs slightly more and undid the button on my pants to give his hand a little more freedom, he went lower and soon entered his middle finger into my Virgin pussy.

I turned my head to kiss him while he rubbed my G spot, soon I started moaning as he gave me my first orgasm. My legs went weak, as I almost collapsed to the ground. He removed his hand and I turned around to kiss him, telling him that it felt amazing. I looked at the time afterwards and suggested we head back up as it was almost at my curfew time. We walked up to the top, I gave him a kiss goodbye saying thank you before going out to get in my stepdad’s car. He asked how the movie was, I acted and pretended that I saw one saying it was ok could have been better. Soon home and saying goodnight to my parents, I headed to my room.

Well laying in bed, Dylan and I texted each other chatting about him fingering me and asking if I enjoyed it etc, which I did and I suddenly felt horny again. I decided to rub myself, my pussy was wet and slippery and became more so as I fingered myself. I soon bit onto my pillow as I couldn’t not moan as I brought myself to orgasm again, Before going to sl**p. The next morning I woke up and joined my mom and stepdad for breakfast. Finding out that there were no plans for the day I said I was going to go to my room have a shower and do my homework.

Once in my room and naked, I looked in the mirror, noticing my pubic hairs, after a little thinking I decided I was going trim them as short as possible and see how it would look. I got my scissors out my school bag and hopped into the shower. I trimmed my hairs as short as possible and once done showering looking in the mirror again I much preferred the way it looked and felt. Soon it was Monday and Dylan and I met in our quiet spot at school. We kissed and chatted as we normally did. It was a busy week and the days flew by. Before I knew it, it was Saturday afternoon and I had discussed with my f****y that I was meeting with my friends for movies. I obviously met up with Dylan again. And again we skipped movies, got milkshakes and headed to the spot at the staircase in the basement.

It wasn’t long after we started making out that his hands wondered down my pants, telling me that my pussy felt amazing with less hair on it. He fingered me, rubbing up and down my my clit, bringing me to orgasm. Once catching my breath he asked me if I would give him a blowjob. Being rather nervous and caught totally off guard I replied saying that I can try. He told me it’s not that difficult as he unzipped his pants and took his hard cock out. I kneeled down placing my one hand around the shaft of his cock, moving my head forward soon my mouth over his head. I sucked back and forth on his dick while his hands were on my shoulders. While I was sucking him he said that he hopes it’s ok if he came in my mouth. Not really having much of a choice (well it seemed that way to me) he soon started moaning as I sucked away on his dick, his hand soon squeezed my shoulder and his cum started shooting into my mouth, I stopped moving back and forth stopping, keeping only the head of his cock in my mouth, he quickly gripped his cock and jerked himself to finish his whole load into my mouth. After he had finished in my mouth, and removing his cock,  me being ladylike and not wanting to spit, I swallowed his cum. This made me very nauseous as it tasted really weird.

Nevertheless he was satisfied and happy giving me a passionate kiss saying thank you. Before we went back up stairs….

I sure did enjoy my first time being fingered and my first orgasm. I soon started shaving after that as well. I much preferred the smoother look and feel to my pussy.
However I really didn’t enjoy the taste of cum, and still don’t although I learnt how to deal with it.

The beginning of a brief affair

I can still remember that day so very clearly, I can still hear the rain falling outside and the taste of the sweat on his skin. It was two months after my eighteenth birthday and I had been staying with friends during the school holidays, as I was working in another town a few hours away from home.

The day started out pretty much the same as every other. My supervisor picked me up at 5am and we headed off to work. We drove the hour or so that we drove each way every day, talking, flirting and teasing… it was harmless fun to pass the time I had assured myself – but I knew that there was an attraction between us, at least I was sure of my attraction for him.

My Supervisor was 25 years my senior and married, but for the first time in my life I felt a need, I felt the flush of my arousal race across my skin whenever I thought of him, I could feel myself moisten in expectation in the close confines of the ute every morning and each afternoon. I couldn’t explain it, or understand the attraction I had felt for him, I wasn’t sure if it was just that he was the first man that had actually treated me as a young woman instead of a child, or if it was just a case of a simple crush.

We arrived at work and met up with the other 6 people in our crew, and headed out to start the days jobs, but things quickly changed when the skies opened and we were caught out working in the rain. It was one of those storms that came from nowhere and left behind fallen tress and flash flooding. We all raced in different directions, most went back to their cars and a couple headed for a large tree, but the Supervisor and I were further away and headed straight for a small shed nearby to try and find some shelter from the rain and wind. We were unable to speak to one another, as the heavy rain drowned out even our thoughts as it collided with the tin on the small storage shed.

Every now and then I felt his eyes watching me, only to flick away once I caught him. It took a little while for it to dawn on me that I was standing there with my wet clothes clinging to my body, hiding nothing from his gaze. I turned instantly trying to hide my embarrassment from him, and moved towards the opening of the shed. Surprised at my own shyness I tried to understand why I had turned from him, hadn’t I wanted him to see me like that, to feel his eyes on my flesh, wasn’t this the very moment I had been dreaming about these past few months?

Lost in my thoughts, I jumped the second I felt his fingers brush along the length of my arms before they came to rest on my shoulders. After what seemed like an eternity had passed, his lips softly grazed my neck as his arms came around to pull me closer to his body. At this very moment, there was no longer any denial to the attraction that was between us – I knew I wanted him and I could feel his want pressing against my arse as he pulled me even closer.

The need coursing through my body took over as I pushed myself against him, a small moan passed my lips as his tongue began to trace the path of the rain over my skin, a burning desire clouding my thoughts as his hands slowly came down to cup my breasts. It was one of those perfect moments, as he held me and whispered in my ear how long he had dreamt of this, how many times he had thought of just taking me instead of taking me home each afternoon, and then just how much he wanted me and the things he wanted to do. I clung to him as I felt the first waves of pleasure rush over my body, just from his lips on my neck, and his hard cock pushing against my arse, as he whispered to me everything I wanted to hear.

Coming back down from my little high, I noticed that the rain had slowed and feared that this would signify the end of our encounter. And it was. Outside the shed we could hear some of the others that we worked with coming out of their hiding places, and the moment passed.

His hands fell away from me and he stepped back to rearrange himself before he headed out from our own hiding place. Just as he approached the door, he stopped and pulled me to him once more his mouth almost on my own…

“Next time, we will do this properly”

And then his lips were on mine. The passion that was building during this kiss threaten to engulf me, and the fires were fanned as he moaned into my mouth, but it seemed as soon as that kiss began it was over and he was no longer standing there in the seclusion of the shed with me.

The next hour passed in a blur, as the scene replayed in my head over and over again. The memory of his lips on my neck sent a blush across my skin. I checked to make sure no one was watching me as I didn’t want to have to explain what was going on, but I caught his gaze once again and a smile crossed those very lips that I was thinking of, my blush deepened and all I could hear was his laughter.

We surveyed the damage, and the decision was made that it was too wet to work so we all packed up for the day and were preparing to make our way back home again. I was nervous about the hour-long journey back to town, so I silently sat in the ute and kept my eyes straight ahead on the road. He seemed to understand my nervousness and kept quiet and never made an issue of it. We were 30 minutes from the outskirts of town, when he did finally break the silence.

“Do you want me too?”

It was a softly spoken question, almost hesitant and his eyes never left the road as he waited for my reply. I looked over at him, watching his fingers grip the steering wheel tighter and remembered the feel of them on my skin, and I knew I did. All I could do was nod and slide myself closer to him on the seat. A smile touched his lips once more as he put his arm around me. I was enjoying the closeness, and took the opportunity to drive him as crazy as he drove me earlier.

Watching the look of sheer concentration, his determination to keep his eyes on the road, I twisted myself around a little and as my lips met his neck, my hands found his zipper. I heard him tell me a couple of times that he was going to end up hitting a tree if I kept this up, but I seen this as a challenge – he told me before that he had wanted to pull over and take me on the side of the road, and I was trying to see if I could get him to that point.

We were now 15 minutes from town, and I had still not been able to get him to pull over. I wanted him so much at this point, that I just didn’t want him to take me home and pick me back up again in the morning, and with that thought in mind, I replaced my hand on his cock with my mouth. Within seconds I smiled to myself as I felt the ute slow and then stop on the side of the road. I never stopped, but I did feel him moving – trying to get something out of his pocket.

So there we were, parked on the side of the road… my head in his lap, one of his hands gripping my head and the other holding his phone as he tried to keep it together long enough to tell his wife that he would not be back in tonight as he got caught by a washed out bridge.

I swallowed his cum and she swallowed his lie, and then he pulled me back up beside him again, kissed me and turned the ute around. I looked at him questioningly and he explained that his family owned a farm about 2 hours away and that his brothers would not ask any questions…