How an older man taught me [f] to give head | 2016

When I was 14, my body changed pretty much overnight. Suddenly I had boobs, and hips, and a big butt (which I hated at the time, but have since come to appreciate). Even now, in my 20s, I still fit into a lot of the same clothes (although some of them have gotten slightly tighter). I had always flirted with boys in school, but all of sudden, guys outside of school started to give me a lot more attention. At first it was a bit uncomfortable, but over time I got used to it. As a couple years went by, I would make out with guys and they would put there hands up my shirt, or sometimes down my pants, but nothing ever went too far.

Until one summer night. I had been out drinking with friends, enjoy the last few weeks of vacation before school started again. I had lost track of time and forgotten about curfew, so I was being as quiet as possible sneaking in, hoping my parents were asleep. I thought I was doing well, until a voice called out my name and almost gave me a heart attack.

“Hey Sarah,” it said.

I turned and saw Alan, my parents’ friend from college, sitting on the couch reading a book and drinking a glass of scotch or bourbon or something. My mom had told me he’d be staying with us for a couple weeks, but I had completely forgotten. I’d known Alan my whole life, but I must have looked terrified.

“It’s ok, your parents are asleep,” Alan said. “Come, sit! Let’s catch up!”

I went over and gave him what was probably the most awkward hug of my life. He looked me up and down, “You’ve really grown up! And…you’ve been drinking?” he asked, as if he didn’t know.

I must have looked terrified again.

“Don’t worry,” he laughed. “I’m not going to say anything. Here.” He offered me a sip of his drink, which I took. I didn’t like it. He laughed again.

“So, how’s school?”

We made small talk for a little. I don’t remember everything. But eventually the conversation turned more sexual he started asking me if I had a boyfriend.

“No boyfriend, he’s away for the summer so we’re taking a break.” I said.

“Aw, so no one gets to enjoy that tongue ring?” he asked jokingly.

I hadn’t realized he’d even noticed I had a tongue piercing. “I’ve never really…done that yet,” I said.

He seemed surprised. “Really? You’re such a sexy young woman. The guys should be lining up to date you!”

I felt all warm. I couldn’t believe this guy, no, this man thought I was sexy. I must’ve given him a look. He put his hand on my thigh and I felt chills run through my whole body. He leaned in an kissed me. He was so much better at it than anyone I’d kissed before. As we made out, I felt his hands running all over my body. Caressing my face. Under my shirt. Up my skirt. My legs. My ass. I felt him push my panties aside and slip a finger into my pussy.

“Wow,” he said. “You’re tight.” He rubbed my pussy gently with one hand. With his other hand, he guided my hand to his cock. I could feel how hard it was through his pants.

“Unzip my fly and take it out,” he moaned. I got such a rush from him taking control. I pulled it out. It seemed huge to me at the time. (As I’ve had more…experiences…I’ve learned it was a little above average).

He kissed me again, and looked me in the eyes. “Suck me,” he said.

I was so nervous. I didn’t want to let him down. I leaned over and tried to fit his entire cock in my mouth at once. He laughed a little, which hurt my feelings.

“Here,” he said as he put a pillow down on the floor in front of him. “Kneel down over here,” he said. I climbed down and knelt in front of him.

“Lick it up and down, and look me in the eyes while you do,” he said. I did. “Get it as wet as you can,” he said. “Now take just the head in your mouth.” I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and looked up at him for approval. He smiled and said, “No slowly slide down your mouth as much as you can. Don’t choke though.” I made what I felt was an impressive effort.

He continued to guide me, “Suck gently, and keep your tongue pressed against the bottom.”

After some more fine tuning, and his hand on the back of my head to guide me, I had a good rhythm going. I bobbed up and down on his cock. “Keep going, just like that.”

I remember thinking all the slurping sounds were so loud my parents would wake up, but he didn’t seem concerned. After a few minutes, I felt his grip tighten around my hair. He said, “Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

Now I had seen movies and heard stories, but none of that properly prepared me for the sensation of having a guy cum in your mouth. The first bit was small, and I swallowed it, thinking it was easier than I imagined. Then suddenly his cock went into spasms and my mouth was completely filled. I swallowed as much as I could, but some leaked out.

When he was finished, he had a silly grin on his face.

“Did I do a good job?” I asked.

“You’re a natural,” he said.