Chapter 5

I went to the bathroom after we’d fucked for the first time, a smile on my face and this silly feeling of “Now I’m a woman!”. In reality, only my hymen had been properly broken; the penetration had been a total drag! Losing your virginity isn’t magical at all, but I already knew that. What I was loving was all the stuff we could do together. Staying hugged up naked, grabbing and kissing wherever we wanted, and the caresses! Oh, the caresses! It was all so damn good despite that annoying little sting at her entrance. If you’re a virgin reading this and you’ve never fucked, don’t freak out—it’s not even close to period cramps. It’s more like you scraped a razor on your little skin and there’s that irritating burn, at least that’s what it felt like for me.

Back in the bedroom, I threw myself on top of him for more kisses; he still had the condom on, and his cock was completely soft.

“Look, I’m shedding my skin!” he said, yanking off the condom in one go, laughing like an idiot.

“God, you idiot boy!”

He really had a nice cock, and I couldn’t get enough of staring at it. I kept that flaccid thing in my hand, squeezing it, tugging it, trying to figure out the textures I still didn’t know.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“Not much, but it’s stinging a bit.”

“Want to put something on it?”

“I don’t even know what I can put on it, or if I even should, or what…”

“Look it up online.”

I grabbed my phone to search, but he started kissing my chest, and I couldn’t type a damn thing.

“John, I can’t focus like this, stop please…”

“Feel what it’s like when he’s inside you?”

“Give me your hand, close it like this.” I told him to make a fist and slid my index finger inside.

When he touches the little door—I was showing him the right spots so he’d get it—it feels so damn good. You can feel him entering and pushing his way in; I feel him all the way inside, opening up and pressing against the walls, you know? And it’s hot; you can feel it filling you up. And when he slides out and in, I feel the rub, I can’t explain it.

“And why do you girls complain that it hurts?”

For me, when he hits the bottom hard, it’s like a cramp, but in my case, it’s right here at the entrance.

“Take a look down here for me! But no funny business.”

He came between my legs and examined it without seeming to understand what he was seeing or looking for.

“It’s kinda red here…” he said, touching the spot.

“Yeah, right there. It stings when you touch it.”

“John, you didn’t cum, did you?” It only hit me now.

“Not that I know of!”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I’m gonna cum today…” I was doing the math in my head, imagining the possibilities, but with that burn, it’d be tricky.

“Listen, answer me something?”

“What? When you talk like that, I know it’s a bomb!”

“Would you swallow?”

“What? Your cum? Fuck, dude, I’d never even thought about that.” I laughed at the new question life had just thrown at me. “Dude, I don’t know; I haven’t even tasted what it tastes like. Hell, I’ve never even seen it up close.”

“But if I came in your mouth, would you be pissed?”

“Whoa, you wanna do that?” My pussy was already twitching again.

“Yeah…” he said, all shy, looking away in embarrassment.

“Come here, I’ll let you cum in my mouth.”

I gave his mouth a little kiss and slid down, thinking about how I’d do it. I didn’t even know if I could make him cum by sucking him. I went down to his cock, and on the first touch with my hand, it felt kinda sticky. After the first little kiss, I tasted the latex from the condom.

“Can you wash it to get that condom taste off?” I said with a bit of a grossed-out face.

He got up and grumbled his way to the bathroom, calling me prissy. I just laughed, naked on his bed, watching his ass bounce as he headed off. Weirdly, I felt so free lying there with the air hitting all my bare skin. I wasn’t ashamed at all, just this strange happiness.

He came back all wet from his belly button down, dripping all over the room.

“Why didn’t you dry off? Go dry off!”

“Fuck, you sound like my mom!”

“Does your mom tell you to dry off so she can suck your cock, John?”

“Quit being a bitch, Virginia!”

He grabbed a shirt thrown nearby to dry off and lay back on the bed next to me with an irritated look. He didn’t like jokes about his mom, and I knew that.

“Sorry! Don’t be a grump! It’s just teasing!”

“Alright! Go on…”

“What the hell kind of ‘go on’ is that? You think it’s that easy?” I was messing with him on purpose.

I slid down, ignoring his complaints, and got between his legs. He had these thick, muscular thighs. I sat there and started kissing and scratching a little. I watched his cock hardening slowly without me even touching it; to me, it was all so new, and I was obsessed with how it got hard. I had a ton of questions about cocks that I hadn’t thought of before. The first thing I wanted to know was how much would fit in my mouth. I thought about that stuff and laughed to myself.

Like an explorer, I started my scouting mission. First, I went for the balls, kissing and feeling the soft, saggy skin, grabbing them to squeeze. I wanted to understand what’s inside and feel the shape of the little balls.

“Does it hurt when I squeeze?”

“A little, be careful.”

“But does it feel good?”

“Yeah, but if you squeeze too hard, it hurts.”

“And if I… “mmph! Chomp, Blrrf!” ” I’d shoved his whole sack in my mouth, and I felt him tense up—I don’t know if it was from horniness or fear I’d hurt him.

“Damn, girl! That’s good if you jerk it a little too.”

“Wow, hold on, I need to breathe; it’s weird, but kinda fun to do.” I’d run out of air with that saggy thing in my mouth; balls are such a weird thing.

For a second, I got tired of playing; he was rock hard already, and I was enchanted with it again. I wanted to squeeze it as hard as I could to feel the texture. I gave it some firmer squeezes, and he didn’t complain.

“You know what the head of your dick reminds me of?” I said, cross-eyed, staring at that strawberry tip.

“What?”

“Gizzard!”

“Can you not bite it like that? Gizzard? Seriously? Have you ever eaten a gizzard in your life, girl?”

I laughed and started sucking. It was insanely stimulating, the feel of it on my lips and tongue—hot and everything. I stuck my tongue in the little hole, and he shivered weirdly; that must hit some nerve. I think I was torturing his dick, and it got worse when I decided to slap his cock on my face—don’t judge me; I wanted to understand the vibe from the movies. It just made us both crack up laughing.

Now I wanted to see how far it would go in. There had to be some technique I didn’t know because as soon as it touched my throat, I gagged and reflexed.

“I guess I can’t get my blowjob diploma yet; the last class is definitely deep throat!” I was really having fun with it.

Everything my curious mind threw at me, I did. So, I started sucking for real. He guided me on how he liked it done. From what I got, I should start with some licks here and there, then take the head in my mouth and suck while jerking him off, always caressing his balls. That seemed to hit the spot because as soon as I started, I heard the first loud moans, and those moans made me want to ride him even with my pussy burning.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

I didn’t want to stop the blowjob to tell him he could cum in my mouth, so I just breathed through my nose and kept sucking hard, bobbing my head. His legs tensed up at one point, muscles rigid and shaking like crazy. Then, out of nowhere, I got scared by a huge, salty spurt hitting my mouth.

“And now? Do I swallow or spit?” I thought, laughing at the question and looking at him for help with the answer.

When he finished shooting that stuff in my mouth, I couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore looking at his twisted-up face from cumming. I needed a hand to catch the cum drooling from my mouth while I laughed. I wanted to ask if I should swallow or spit and couldn’t stop giggling. What hadn’t dripped out, I swallowed all of it; it went down hot and sticky in my throat, and I needed a liter of water to rinse the inside after.

I told him what happened, and we cracked up laughing. After that, that day, there wasn’t much more to tell. We got dressed and went to hang with some folks from the neighborhood, and later I had to head back home. The story continues.