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Oral Intent

By: Cummsweetly



Tabitha was excited about taking the wilderness survival course. She had signed up with her girlfriend, Kim, and they planned to share a tent. The weekend was supposed to be warm during the days but there had been frost warnings all week, so they were prepared for a few chilly nights. They both knew a couple of the other people taking the course. 

One guy in particular, for whom Tabitha had the hots, was going. So was a guy with whom Kim had already been a few times. Kim had warned Tabitha that, if things got hot for them, she might sneak out to his tent one night. Tabitha said that she was o.k. with it and didn't mind sleeping alone, even though she was insanely jealous. She was a very horny 18 year old, who masturbated at least once a day, sometimes twice. She had had a few chances to lose her virginity, but had chosen to wait. The guys weren't special and she wasn't going to give her "cherry" to just anyone! So, she was very envious of Kim. Kim was an experienced girl and had shared every encounter with Tabitha. After Kim described her sexual escapades, Tabitha often went home and masturbated, imagining herself in Kim's place. 

Finally, Friday arrived. They had packed warm clothes and sturdy hiking boots, warm sleeping bags and a good, warm little tent. They all met at the school to catch a bus that would take them to the national campground. Tabitha's eyes quickly scanned the small group of people already waiting. Her heart skipped a few beats as she spied "him" in the crowd. Rex was ruggedly dressed and looked very hot. He stood a little apart from everyone else. She knew that he was on the shy side and that it took some warming up to get him to talk. Once he did, though, she had always found him intelligent, funny and very down to earth. Their eyes met and his face turned a bright red, his green eyes showing up even more against the red. He smiled shyly at her and nodded his head. She smiled back, suddenly shy herself. Then, the survival leader started talking and their silent communication was halted. 

She found herself sitting next to him on the bus as Kim sat with her latest conquest. Their thighs and shoulders bumping against each other as the bus rumbled along, she had trouble concentrating. They talked the whole way to the park, discovering that they had a lot in common. He was so easy to talk with and she found herself feeling completely at ease with him. 

Once at the camp, they all got very busy pitching tents and setting up their camp. Rex ended up sharing a tent with Ryan, Kim's guy. A blazing, hot bonfire was started and the team designated to cook that night's meal got to work. It turned out that Rex and Tabitha were on the same team. They were on clean up duty that night and they worked well together, picking up their conversation from earlier. It sure made their time go faster. The temperature had dropped considerably by sunset and everyone scurried into their tents to put on warmer clothes. 

Kim and Tabitha met in their tent. Kim was flushed and whispered that she and Ryan were getting along really well and would Tabitha mind if Ryan's tentmate bunked in with her that night? Tabitha blushed and stammered that she guessed it was fine with her. Having Rex in her tent, sleeping beside her, was going to be torture. How in the hell was she supposed to sleep with the guy of her present fantasies laying right next to her?? 

The fire had died down and one of the guys poured water over the blazing hot coals. Kim and Ryan had disappeared hours before. Rex retrieved his sleeping bag and gear and brought put them to Tabitha's tent. He was embarrassed about the whole thing and had apologized to her for invading her space. She assured him that it was o.k. He spread his sleeping bag, right next to hers.

"Damn, that's close!" She thought to herself. 

She got into the tent first, and stripped off her outer layers, leaving on the layers closest to her skin. It was so cold that she could see her breath. 

She crawled into her sleeping bag, wondering where Rex was. Still chilled, she snuggled down into her bag. There was a tentative clearing of the throat at the tent door. Rex asked if it was o.k. to come in. She said it was. He crawled into the tent and awkwardly stood there. She told him she had just left her long johns and turtleneck on. He quickly stripped out of his outerwear and was in his sleeping bag before she could avert her eyes! 

They started talking about the day's events and the next day's schedule. It was going to be a lot of fun. The topics turned around to boyfriends and girlfriends, dating. Then they started talking about sex. It turned out that both of them were still virgins. They talked about various friends and kids in school who advertised the loss of their virginity. They both laughed and agreed that when it happened for them, there would not be any announcements made. They talked about oral sex and that they both were very interested in reading and watching porn dealing with oral. They talked a bit more, about dreams and aspirations, both of them getting sleepier by the minute, when she realized that Rex had fallen asleep. 

She was really horny by this time with all the talk about sex. She thought about all the things they had talked about and decided, right then and there, that she couldn't waste such an opportunity with Rex lying right there beside her. She quietly slid out of her sleeping bag. Shit, was it cold! She crept over to where Rex was sleeping and gingerly tugged on the zipper of his sleeping bag. He didn't stir. She pulled the zipper down far enough to start to wiggle in beside him. 

He awoke with a start and she put a finger to his lips and whispered, "Shhhhhhh! Move over!"

He moved over to the far edge of his sleeping bag. She slid in beside him, gasping as she felt his bare legs against her hand. Her hand crept up his leg, to discover that he was only wearing briefs. She smiled to herself. This would make her mission, oh, so much easier. She shivered from the cold and awkwardly zipped up the sleeping bag again. It was a tight fit with the two of them inside his bed. The combined heat from their bodies started to warm things up quickly. 

She felt the bulge of his cock against her hip and could feel her pussy juices begin to flow down her inner thighs. She turned to him and their noses bumped. She started to giggle. Her lips searched for his and she tentatively kissed him. He pressed back and she took that as being a step in the right direction. Her tongue parted his lips and darted inside his mouth. He groaned and gave her a quick taste of his tongue. The next pass, their lips parted and both their tongues bumped and twisted against each other. She thought she was going to orgasm right then and there. He was an awesome kisser! And that tongue of his!!! She could hardly wait to feel it deep inside her pussy. 

He pressed his hips against hers. She could feel his cock, fully engorged now, hard and steely against her hip. Her hand slid down to his flat, hairy stomach. He groaned again against her lips. Her hand slid to the front of his briefs. His cock twitched and writhed beneath her hand, like a caged animal trying to get free. She loved the feel of him and stroked his cock through his briefs. He was huge! 

She could not wrap her hand around his cock and he was longer than her hand, from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger, by at least an inch. She found herself salivating, anxious to taste her first cock! Their hands kneaded and stroked and tantalized and tortured each other. Finally she couldn't take it any longer. She ducked her head inside the sleeping bag and slid down until she was kneeling over him, her mouth level with his pulsating cock. She unleashed his cock from the confines of its cage and at last, held his magnificent tool in her hand. She couldn't see a damn thing, but instinctively, her lips were drawn to his warm, silky cock. She deeply inhaled the musky scent of him, the aroma making her juices flow copiously down the insides of her thighs. Her tongue made a slow lick around the head of his cock. Something wet and sticky and slick and sweet tasting covered her tongue.

"Yummy!" She thought as she greedily licked it up. "This must be that precum they talk about." 

She heard a muffled groan and his hips bucked toward her eager lips. Her tongue eagerly began to lick his shaft, her hand cradling his balls against the root of his cock. 

"Suck my cock Tabitha. Please take it into your mouth," he huskily whispered. 

She swallowed his cock with one gulp, surprising not only him, but herself, too! She loved how he tasted, a bit salty and sweet at the same time. She loved how his cock felt in her mouth, as if it had a life of its own. It twitched and bobbed and pulsated. It was soft and hard at the same time, silky and velvety. It was fantastic!! She slid her mouth up and down his shaft, like she'd seen in the movies. Above her, Rex was making unintelligible sounds, his hips thrusting against her mouth. His balls suddenly became firm and she sensed a change in his mood. She thought that he was about to cumm. She was going to experience her first taste of hot, gooey jism! She had heard horror stories about guy's spunk tasting gross. She didn't have time to wonder any further, as his hips bucked beneath her. 

His cock became even harder and he grunted that he was about to cumm. That he was going to fill her mouth with his cumm. He grabbed her head between his hands and pushed his cock deeper in her mouth. Her throat opened and she felt his cock deep in her mouth. She could feel the sperm boil in his loins as it erupted. She felt the first spray of sperm hit the back of her throat. She eagerly swallowed as the next stream hit her tonsils. His cock kept pumping sperm into her eager, sucking mouth. He writhed beneath her, hands pulling her hair as his cock spilled into her throat. 

She didn't think he was ever going to empty his balls, but he did. He was panting heavily, his cock quickly deflating. She continued to suckle him, gently licking his cock and balls. She kissed his cock and slid back up beside him. She grinned at him and told him that she loved sucking him and could she please be his cocksucker? He shook his head in amazement and told that it was unfuckingbelievable!! He said that she could be his cocksucker whenever she wanted! 

She hugged him and told him that he had better like it, because he was going to have a hard time getting her lips away from his beautiful cock. As they held each other, she felt his cock twitch between them. They laughed and he said that his cock was giving his affirmative vote as well! As they kissed to seal their deal, his cock poked and prodded her stomach. She knew what she wanted next and eagerly grabbed his cock!

Oral Intercourse



'I like cum.'

Ben snorted wine from his nose and stared at me wide-eyed.

'I like cum,' I repeated. 'I just wanted to lay that on the table.'

'Along with the ice cream.'

'Yes, exactly.' We shared a grin. 'I have a very dirty mind, and an unhealthy curiosity about sex,' I continued. 'I honestly believe I'll try anything once. I'm not very experienced, it's true, but I want that to change. Soon. I need a boyfriend who can keep up with me.'

'This is starting to feel more like a job interview than a date.'

'In a way it is. I like you, Ben, a lot, but that's not enough. I need a man who can satisfy me.'

'I'm not sure any man could satisfy you.' His cheeky smile made me want to kiss him.

'You may be right,' I said. 'I have a little exercise for the second part of this interview - if you're still interested?'

'Oh, I'm interested. Go ahead.'

'Okay.' I took some cards and a pen from the pocket of my jacket. Ten I had already written on, ten were blank and I passed these and the pen over to Ben. 'I want you to think about what you want from a relationship in terms of sex. Maybe something you want to do regularly, maybe something you may only want to try once. And not including vanilla sex. I'm going to assume that whatever else we want, we both want lots of vanilla.'

'I prefer the chocolate.'

I rolled my eyes. 'Sex. Not ice cream. Unless you're thinking of eating ice cream off my breasts, or somewhere else even.'

He chuckled. 'That would be an interesting way to define vanilla sex.'

Ben started writing on his cards while I sat back and watched him over my wine glass. Of course, it was easy to predict most of his fantasies. Men are men, and he was probably too shy to ask for anything really kinky. 'Don't be afraid,' I said, smiling. 'I promise not to be disgusted by your depraved imagination.'

This was the new me. I'd always been adventurous, but not really in a sexual way. Last summer was the start of my sexual awakening. Of course I had had sex before, but only with steady boyfriends and I can't say the sex was very adventurous. Fumbling around in cars, groping, fingering and once a bit of oral in clubs and bars, a hasty fuck at a party or at someone's house while the parents or room mate were away.

Suddenly I wanted more. Lots of sex. Lots of different types of sex. My inner slut was hungry. But she was still trapped in the lifestyle of a vanilla girl. I didn't dare let her out in public, although I indulged her in ways. I hadn't yet revealed this side of me to Ben. I had high hopes for him, but wanted to be sure.

'Done,' he said, putting the pen down at last.

'Okay,' I said. 'We lay the cards down in pairs, taking turns to go first. I'll start.' I took my top card and placed it in the middle of the table. 'Oral sex. This is non-negotiable. I want lots of it. I love receiving it, I love giving it.'

Ben laughed, and put a card next to it. 'That was one of mine too. Can you deep throat?'

'Sort of. I hope to get lots of practice. Your turn to go first.'

He studied his cards for a minute. It felt almost like we were playing poker. 'Anal sex,' he said, sounding nervous.

'What is it with men and anal sex?' I asked.

He looked crestfallen. 'Oh, well, if you don't want to, er.' He trailed off, embarrassed.

I laughed. 'I would have been disappointed if you hadn't suggested it.' I put one of my cards next to it. 'However, I'd really love to wear a strap-on and return the favour.'

Ben's face flushed as his embarrassment deepened. 'I don't know. Er, maybe.'

That was a better answer than I'd expected. I selected another card. 'I want to play the dominatrix, have you as my slave for a whole day.'

He laughed with relief, and immediately placed a card next to it. 'Wear a PVC catsuit and I'll gladly be your slave, Mistress.' He placed another card. 'But I'd also like to be your Master sometimes.'

'Excellent,' I said, completing the set. 'We're matching pretty well, so far.' Another card. 'This is sort of related, but it's more specific. I want to be told I'm a bad girl and then spanked.'

'You are a bad girl - a very bad girl.'

'Well, I guess you'll have to punish me, Sir, won't you?'

'I'm going to enjoy spanking you, Ali.'

'I look forward to it, Sir. It's your go.'

'Okay... Those short skirts you like to wear. I'd love it if you weren't wearing any underwear...'

'But I'm already not,' I said with a laugh.

I rarely if ever wore a bra (they're very uncomfortable for me) but I'd started more and more often to wear short skirts with no knickers, and my heels were soon an inch higher than before. On the surface I tried to look formal and serious, but I was only one gust of wind from revealing how dirty my mind really was.

There was a delicious excitement in climbing the tight steps in double decker buses, or walking along raised walkways (there were one or two on the college campus), knowing that at any moment someone might look up and see what I wasn't wearing. I didn't shave my pubes completely, but did keep myself neat and trimmed.

He bent over to look under the table, and I spread my legs helpfully. 'Wow,' he said. 'You really are a bad girl.'

'Yes, Sir. Your go again.'

'Hold on! That's not fair if you're already doing it.' He grabbed the pen and scribbled something else on the card. 'Toys,' he said. 'Specifically toys to wear under that skirt. Balls, beads, plugs, a remote-controlled vibrator.'

'Mmm... Much more interesting. I'll let you have that, but no more changing the cards.'

'Since we're on the subject...' He placed another card, no trace of shyness now. He was really getting into this, and getting me really wet too. It can't have escaped him that my nipples were making sharp points in my shirt. 'Public sex. You asked for dirty fantasies, and this is mine. I want to have sex somewhere that people see us.'

'Like dogging?'

'Well, maybe, but it was thinking more like the side of the road with cars passing.'

'Isn't that rather dangerous - for the drivers, I mean. I wouldn't want to cause any accidents.'

'Okay, with trains passing, then.'

'For me it's all about the fear of discovery,' I said, placing a card. 'I would hate to actually get caught or recognized, but I'm sure we can work something out.'

Four cards left. It was getting difficult. 'I want to make love to a woman. Strictly no men.'

Ben grinned. 'I want to watch.'

'No watching. I want to be alone with her.'

'Compromise. We'll record it so I can watch later.'

I had to think about that. 'Okay, but I keep the recording.'

'Fine by me. My turn. I want a threesome, with you and another girl.'

'And I want a threesome, with you and another man.'

Two cards left, and these were the hardest. I bit my lip and placed one on the table. 'I want to wear a blindfold while getting gang-banged. It has to be safe sex. No penetration without a condom, but they can come anywhere else they like. As I said, I like cum.'

Ben shifted uncomfortably in his seat and reached down to adjust himself. 'You weren't kidding about having a dirty mind. My last two cards are tame by comparison.'

'Don't worry,' I said with a laugh. 'You can tell me all your really deep, dark fantasies later. What tame fantasies do you have for me now?'

'I want to fuck your breasts and come all over them.'

'And then lick them clean?'

'Yuck. No. And I want to have sex in the car while I'm driving.'

'Full sex? Or just a blow job?'

'Maybe just a blow job for starters... Your turn now. Show me your final card.'

I was very reluctant to show this last one. What's fun in the safety of fantasy can be traumatic if acted out for real. Taking a deep breath, I placed my last card on the table. 'I want you to rape me.'

His eyebrows shot up. 'Seriously?'

'Yes, in a very consensual non-consensual way. I want you to tie me up, hurt me, slap me around a bit, call me a whore, force me to satisfy you. It has to be all about you. Your pleasure. I don't want you suddenly getting all tender and worrying about my feelings. Use me and abuse me. Just don't do any permanent damage.'

'Wow,' he said. 'Honestly, I don't know if I can do that.'

'Honestly, I don't know if I can either, so let's agree to do everything else on the table first, and then we'll sit down and talk about this last one again.'

'Okay, good.' He looked relieved. He grinned suddenly. 'So, did I pass? Did I get the job?'

'There's one last test,' I replied. Standing, I fished a twenty out of my jacket pocket. 'Go pay the bill - here's my share - and meet me outside.'

It was late in the evening, but the summer days are long so it was dark but not yet night. The weather was good, and lots of people were out and around the town centre, going in and out of bars and restaurants.

When Ben joined me, I took his hand and led him down the street a little way and then into a dark, dead-end alley. I pushed him against the wall and undid his belt. I could feel his erection pressing against his trousers, and I stroked the hard length through the material for a minute while we kissed. His fingers likewise explored underneath my skirt, finding my pussy and teasing my clit deliciously.

I knelt on the ground in front of him and worked his trousers and knickers down. His cock was a good length, longer and a little thicker than any of my past boyfriends, and it looked clean. And circumcized, which was a first for me.

I wrapped my lips eagerly around his stiff member and sucked gently. He was so hard, so excited, so wet with salty pre-cum.

Ben kept looking nervously at the alley's entrance, every time people walked past. 'Hey,' I complained. 'This was your fantasy.'

'Sorry,' he said.

I adore giving head. I adore the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth. I adore especially that moment just before the first cum jets into my mouth.

I was always a little disappointed with previous boyfriends. Not one had a cock long enough for me to deep throat. I prided myself on my oral skills, but always wondered how I would handle something longer. With Ben I finally had someone to practise with.

I licked the delicate underside while I sucked the head. It was strange not to have any foreskin to tease, but I decided I liked it this way. Making a firm ring with my lips, I descended the shaft slowly, taking half his length into my mouth, then returned and licked around and under the head. I repeated this, taking him deeper each time, even into my throat, trying to control the gag reflex, remembering to breathe out before taking him deep.

'Fuck, Ali,' he said. 'You're amazing.'

I hadn't really started yet, but compliments are always appreciated. I was only just getting a rhythm going when, to my surprise, he tensed and cum erupted into my mouth. I made sure to swallow it all, not missing a drop. 'Mmm. Thank you,' I said.

'So, did I pass?' he asked as he fastened his belt afterwards.

'That wasn't the test. The test is whether you can kiss me after coming in my mouth.' My old boyfriends always refused, which irritated me no end. It never bothered me to kiss them if they'd gone down on me - if they even did that.

Ben looked undecided for a for seconds, then shrugged and pulled me towards him. 'You are the most amazing girl I've ever met, Ali,' he said, and kissed me. And not just a peck, but a long, tender, loving kiss that set butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

'You passed. When can you start?'