Sarah, sweet sixteen, cute as a button, and sexy as hell, didn't like to swallow. She liked going down on me, or at least claimed she did, but when it came time to finish the job, she jerked me off onto my own stomach. I was grateful for what I got, but I know it could have been much better.
We used to sneak up to her bedroom after school and fool around, kissing at first, then petting, fondling, fingering, and that was as far as she let me go for the longest time. Then one day out of the blue, she was jerking me with her hand, kissing me deeply with her soft, sweet tongue, and I was just dying inside. I think she knew it too. She all of the sudden stopped and just looked at the dazed look on my face with a gleam of awe and wonder in her eyes.
"You look fucked!" she said, with a giggle.
"I feel fucked. I'm dizzy."
"If you get dizzy just from this, imagine what would happen if we did something really serious!"
"I wish," I said, staring down at her beautiful, wet pink lips.
She stopped and thought for a moment until I finally said, "What?" all confused. Her hand was still on my throbbing dick, but she wasn't moving. I was dying. Her hand was so soft and warm.
"I was just thinking..." she said.
She let go of my cock and pushed me off the bed.
"Go wash yourself," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Don't ask stupid questions. Just go do it."
So I did. I went to the bathroom, got a face cloth and some soap and washed my cock and balls thoroughly. Then I came back again.
"Done," said I.
"Come lie down here."
I did, growing more excited by the second. I began to realize what she had in mind. Why else would a gal ask you to wash yourself?
Sure enough, I laid down and she tugged my pants and underwear down.
"You love me?" she asked.
"Of course," I said. I did too.
"Forever and ever?"
"Forever and ever. I never wanna be with anyone else. Ever."
"I love you too," she said. Then she took my cock in her hand, grinned at me and went down.
Her tongue hit me first, licking across the face of it. Then she jerked me up and down, as though hesitant about what she was planning to do.
"Um... okay...." she said, so beautifully unsure that I was simultaneously in agony and ecstasy just looking at her, waiting for her to begin, but loving the look on her face at the same time.
She took a couple more licks at it. Then she jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.
"Wait here, I'll be right back."
I'm not sure what she did, but she came back soon enough, still smiling that nervous smile, and jumped on the bed between my legs again.
"Okay. I'm ready now," she said.
She took it in her hand and just went crazy, licking it all over, up and down like she meant to lick the skin right off or something. Her tongue felt incredible. Her breath was sweet and ticklish and the look in her eyes was making me crazy. She just stared up at me as she did it, glancing down at my dick once in a while, and closing her eyes sensuously at other times.
"That feels beautiful," I said. "But that's not quite how you give a blowjob."
"I can stop if you're not happy," she chided me.
"No! Oh, god no! I'm not complaining at all. I just... Can you do more"?
"Like this?" she said, and wrapped her mouth around me all of the sudden. I was instantly in heaven, my dick surrounded by a hot, wet mouth, with a slowly circling tongue massaging it's face a little. I dropped my head back onto the pillow and died inside right there. You have to die a little before you go to heaven.
She smiled, oddly though, with my dick in her mouth, and just kept up the slow, sweet massage with her tongue. That's all she did. It was so frickin' beautiful I came in like 20 seconds. The first jet shot out of me and hit the back of her throat. She jerked back in shock and coughed. Come splattered on the front of my shirt and then rushed out of my dick some more, adding to the mess. She couged again, and I grabbed my dick and finished myself off with my hand. It wasn't the best blowjob ever, but it was my first. It was enough.
"What the hell?" she said, cutely mad-but-not-really-mad.
"I'm sorry," I said. "You just felt so good, and I was already really worked up."
She coughed again, and gagged a bit.
"Well next time at least warn me so I don't get that shit in my mouth!"
"Sorry," I said again. "Thank you so much. I love you, Sarah! More than ever."
"Really?" she said, beaming with joy.
"Really. That was beautiful. It proves you really do love me and will do anything for me, and that means so much to me."
"I would do anything for you!" she said.
"I know. And that makes you so damn beautiful I could cry."
"Thanks," she said.
"Can you do it again?" I asked.
"Look at the mess you made!"
There was come all over my shirt. And it smelled like it too.
"I can't help it. When it comes, it comes and there's nothing I can do about it."
"It was kinda sexy, all shooting out like that, but what a mess!"
"Well, we'll get a rag or something next time, and I'll finish in that, kay?"
She jumped off the bed and found an old shirt in the closet. It was tattered and ragged and looked like it had been used to stop a hole in a wall or something, but it smelled clean enough.
"Here!" she said, and then jumped between my legs again. I was hard again, and she grabbed my dick, playfully stroking it, enjoying it's thickness and heat with wide, grinning eyes.
"Do you love my dick, Sarah?" I asked.
"Kinda! It's a funny little thing."
"Well compared to your arm and shit, you know. I wouldn't want it inside me. It's huge!"
"Maybe someday," I said.
"Yeah," she replied, and then took it in her mouth again, this time skipping the preliminary licks.
Her warm, slippery wetness engulfed me and I just lie there, sighing and moaning softly. She held it in her mouth, massaging it with her tongue. It felt beautiful, but I'd already come once, and I lasted a good five minutes while she did it. It was five minutes of bliss. I didn't know what a good blowjob was anymore than she did. I hadn't even watched any porn at that point. All I knew was that it felt deliciously sweet. Every flicker of her tongue sent sweet spasms of pleasure through me. Then she pulled off.
"Am I doing something wrong?" she asked, sorta self-consciously.
"Oh god no! Why would you think that?"
"Cause you're not coming."
"I guess, it's cause I already came once. The second one always takes longer. Go ahead, continue."
"Just tell me before you come this time."
So she did. But then I started craving more of her mouth on me, deeper. I reached down and pushed her head down a bit, sliding deeper into her mouth. She looked up at me, curious, then popped off again.
"You need more of it in my mouth?" she asked.
I nodded, "As much as you can handle... please."
She went down again, and this time took me all the way in, to the back of her throat. She gagged a little and pulled back, right off again.
"I guess that's as much as I can handle," she said, and went back down again. That's when I realized that the on and off motion felt even better than the tongue massage thing she was doing. I reached down and took her head and pulled her off of me, and then pushed her down again, then off again, guiding her, showing her what felt good. Suddenly she got the message and began bobbing up and down on her own. Heaven! Ecstasy! Gorgeous fucking delirious pleasure! Her tongue slid along the length of my dick as she pulled off of it and went back down again, slowly, steadily, massaging me with her tongue in long slow strokes, all the way up and down most of the lenght of me. She was the most beautiful woman on earth right then.
Then she pulled off.
"Like that? That feels good?"
I just nodded, pulling her back onto me again.
She went back down and I enjoyed another couple minutes of her deliciously bobbing mouth before it was too much for me. All told, it lasted about six or seven minutes, and I was near coming.
"Okay," I gasped. "Here it comes."
She pulled off me and grabbed the old shirt, jerking at my slippery wet cock with her hand. My come shot out into the shirt and I cried aloud. She kept stroking me until it was all out of me. I trembled on her bed, trying to catch my breath and she started at me, at my swollen red twitching cock and at the come I'd pumped out. Her eyes were dancing with curiousity, satisfaction, lust, and pride. She conquered a man. She was halfway to become a real woman.
"You better get going," she said. "My parents will be home soon."
I kissed her for a good ten minutes, telling her I loved her over and over again until she finally shoved me out the door. I walked home ten feet tall, grinning a grin that didn't fade for days.
After that it became a regular thing with us. We'd kiss for a while, and feel each other up, but inevitable she'd go down on me, bobbing, massaging, licking, tickling, exploring, just having fun with my cock, waiting eagerly for the big shot at the end. She seemed to love making me come. Her eyes always widened. Her face danced with joy and she jerked me hard, as though she could make it shoot out even harder, even more, if she worked it hard enough. Then we would rest for a while, just kissing and cuddling, until I was ready to do it again.
She would never let me finish in her mouth though. That was the ultimate peak. I told her so too, but she was a little too repulsed. She did everything else I suggested, eagerly, excitedly, wanting to please me in everyway -- "Suck on it a bit, Sarah. Yeah! Like that! Oh God! Swirl your tongue around it as you come up again. Ah god yeah! Like that! Lick my balls. Jerk me with your hand. Suck on them, gently. Ah yeah!" -- she loved to please. The more she was pleasing me, the more excited she got, and then when I finally came it was almost like an orgasm for her too. She flushed all red and trembled violently, her hands shook, and her lip quivered, and I pumped out my goo onto that ragged old shirt, and then I would kiss her, thanking her for being my goddess of pleasure.
Then one day the rag wasn't around. She'd taken it down to wash it and had left it in the basement. She didn't realize this until after we'd started though, and I forgot about it too.
She was sucking on me, pulling off, going down again, bobbing, and massaging my cock in her hot little mouth, and grinning at me with her eyes, and I just lie there like a king while she worked at pleasuring me to the fullest. I was soon near coming, at the very door of the orgasm, and she knew it. She started jerking me hard, looking around for the shirt.
"Oh, shit! It's downstairs!" she gasped, still pumping me.
"I'm gonna- Ah, god! I can't stop now!"
Then suddenly a door slammed downstairs. Her mom was home!
"SHIT!" she said. But it was too late. I was there. There was about to be come flying in every direction and we'd never be able to clean my shirt in time. That's when she made a quick decision and slammed her mouth back down onto me, sucking hard and bobbing as fast as she'd ever gone.
The come exploded into her mouth in great throbbing jets. She took it all, shot after shot, whimpering, partly in excitement, partly in fear, and I filled her hot bobbing mouth with my cream. My ass lifted right off the bed it was so intense, the shock of finally coming fully in her beautiful mouth, the spontanaety, and the danger of being caught.
"Sarah? Are you up there?"
Spurt, spurt, spurt! Bob, bob, bob...
"I'm home early because we're having company for dinner. Could you peel some potatos for me?"
Spurt, spurt, throb, spurt...
I was finished, and Sarah had a mouthful of my come. She pulled off of my wet, throbbing erection and scanned frantically for somewhere to spit it. There was nothing handy, and suddenly her mom was coming up the stairs. I yanked my pants up and got off the bed, sliding onto the chair by her desk and trying to look calm and unflustered.
Sarah on the other hand still had a load of come in her mouth. She looked at me, panicked, and then just gulped it down, swallowing every bit of it without taking her eyes from mine. It was gone, and she wretched a bit, shuddered, and then sat down calmly, placing a school book in her lap and glancing up at the door as it opened.
"So, wait. Let me get this straight. X equals t minus five? I don't get it! Oh hi, mom."
Beautiful! Without skipping a beat.
After that, she swallowed every single time. She decided it was way easier to dispose of that way, and made me a thousand times happier too. She became better and better at it too as time went on. The first few times, she had to force herself to stay latched onto it as I came, and swallowing always seemed like an ordeal, accompanied with foul grimmaces and whimperes of disgust. Eventually, though, she got used to the idea, and actually enjoyed feeling me come in her mouth. Eventually she preferred it that way.
Then summer came, and they had all the time in the world to play while her mom was out at work. Sarah swallows now, every time, and she loves it. When she's not sucking my cock, she wishes she was, and when, after we finally had sex for the first time and I came inside the condom, she was jealous, feeling like it was wasted. Now she makes me pull out and come in her mouth when I'm finished. She goes down on me whenever she can, even asking me to meet her in the bathroom in two mins while her parents are right downstairs.
Eventually, she decided it would give me even more joy if she shared my cock with her cousin Christine who had just broken up with her boyfriend and was lonely and depressed. And one hot summer night, they both went down on me, cheek to cheek, as Sarah guided Christine in the best ways to please a man.
But that's another story.