6 comments/ 35235 views/ 7 favorites My First Blowjob By: CuteSlaveGirl Sharing a kinky sex experience from when I was only 18 years old. So a couple years ago when I was in my last year of high school I was still living with my parents. I wasn't very sexually active and still a virgin and never given a blowjob or touched a penis. I didn't really dare to do too much, since my parents never wanted me to stay out for too long and I never dared to take a boy home either. My parents live in an old house and sometimes, something needs to be done about it right? This time the tiles had to be replaced and my dad let this company do it that specialised in putting tiles on floors. So one day two men came at my home, I think it was around March or April because it was about a month I think before my final high school exams. I came home from school and when I saw the two men working it was as normal as you can get. Nothing sexual about it. I went upstairs and did my homework. After an hour I went back down to get something to drink and the two men were sitting, probably on a break. But that's where it started. They looked at me in a way that really got my attention. It was as if they were undressing me with their eyes. I've got used to it by now, but back then it was still freaking me out. I turned around to get into the refrigerator to grab a drink and in the corner of my eyes I saw them looking at my ass and legs. I have to admit that my attire didn't help a lot, when I come back home I like to put on something more comfortable. This time i was wearing really short shorts. The attention they gave me was making me incredibly sexy somehow. It made me feel more like a pretty lady. I turned around again so I could face them to see how they would react. Again their eyes on my body, undressing me. So I decided to make some small talk and we talked a bit. They were obviously flirting with me. Calling me a pretty girl and asking me about boys and how much attention I wouldn't get from them. In reality it's not like that at all. But I enjoyed it ;) It was starting to get a little creepy though when they asked me about my sexual experiences. I managed to brush it off and I somehow didn't want to admit that I'm a virgin to these guys. They were definitely handsome and I wouldn't mind dating them. The next day however it got really crazy. I was free from school and both my parents were working today. So I was alone at home while these two men were working starting from early morning. This story must seem to turn into a big cliche but around their midday lunch I decided to chat with them again to see how it was going. My parents asked me to keep an eye out, just to make sure... you know.. Of course the same thing as yesterday but this time they were asking me if I was a virgin. When I said I was I saw a bulge appear in one of the guys his pants. He suddenly jokingly told me that there's no way I could be. I had to smile at him, but I wasn't smiling to his face, but to the bulge in his pants which I was staring at. An awkward silent emerged... Blushing I turned around to make coffee. I was really ashamed and at the same time excited. A girlfriend of mine always told me about her experiences when she done something with a guy, and recently she told me about giving her boyfriend a blowjob. The way she told it made it seem like something mysterious and very fun. I'm not sure what was really going on in my mind back then, but once I finished making the coffee for the two men I suddenly said something like "Want me to give you a blowjob?". Can't remember exactly how I asked it. Maybe I wanted to prove that I wasn't a prude girl, or maybe it was me being over excited after all the flirting they did or maybe I was just really curious about how it would be like. Anyways, the crazy part is that they both wanted it. Normally, if you rationally think about it, you'd expect men to decline such an offer. But they didn't. So the guy with the bulge in his pants told me he accepted my offer, but only if his companion could join in on the fun. I didn't want to back out of it so I agreed with it. I let them into my room upstairs. Incredibly nervous as I was, I was lucky that the two men kind of knew what they were doing and they must have seen me being really nervous because one of them asked me if I really wanted it. I responded with a nod. They pulled down their pants and sat on the edge of the bed. They told me to kneel down infront of them and grab both of their cocks in my left and right hand. So I did... I didn't quite know what to do, but I remember that I simply started to stroke them. At some point I took them both in my mouth and gave them both turns. I really did my best to make them feel good and their compliments encouraged me to go on. I wanted them both to cum in my mouth so it wouldn't get a mess (girlfriend told me about it), but I can still clearly remember that this wasn't really going as planned. The first guy came in my mouth. But some of his cum dripplet down the corner of my mouth on my blouse. But the disaster came next when I turned to the other but either he was too fast or I was too slow, he suddenly came over my face and the most of it got into my hair and behind me on the carpet. They finished with the tiles before my parents were back home, and in the meanwhile I really had to take a shower. I could smell the sex and cum in my room. Fortunately the stains in my carpet were gone after a day, and my Mom never mentioned anything about it. Even if I told them about this, I doubt they would believe me. My First Blowjob "I can't believe I'm so nervous." - "Humph, I can't believe I'm talking to myself." - "Oh well at least talking to myself will give me something to do." "At least I know why I'm so nervous. It's my first official date with Gwen and I'll be getting the once over by her mom." "I've got to make sure there are no screw ups. Let me see...tickets - check. Wallet...with money - check. Plenty of gas in the car - check. I can't mess this up; you only get one chance to make a first impression." "I don't know why I'm putting myself through this." - "Yes I do, Gwen is hot. No it's more than that, she makes me feel special and I really like her." "There it is. I wonder why I had to show up early?" "Who am I fooling? I'm here to get the 3rd degree. I can hear the questions now. Where are you going? When are you going to get back? Then there will the additional comments. Make sure you have her home early. No fooling around." - I wonder how Gwen will react to my answers. ---- Gwen was waiting anxiously by her window. Dan was supposed to be early and she hoped that her mother approved of him. Finally after what seemed like forever she saw him pull into the driveway, but he didn't get out of the car. Why is he just sitting there? Why isn't he getting out? ---- "CRAP, might as well get this over with. I can't sit in the driveway forever." < RING > "Hi Ms. Brown, I'm Dan." - Gwen and her mom look a lot alike. Her mom has a similar color blonde hair but it isn't exactly the same, plus it's short. Gwen wears hers down to the middle of her back. - "Nice to meet you. Won't you come in?" - Gwen and her mom both have the same gray eyes. That's kind of cool. - "I'm here early, like you asked me to be." - Damn this is uncomfortable. - "Have a seat on the sofa; I want to talk for a few minutes." ---- Gwen heard the doorbell and was excited that Dan had gotten the nerve up to come in. She didn't like for guys to come and get her at home. She preferred to meet them somewhere, knowing how her mother was. She didn't want to put the guys through hell, but she and Dan had hit it off from the start. She had kept him away her mom, meeting him at the basketball games and stuff like she usually did, but, she wanted to go on a real dates with him. For that to happen he had to pick her up at home and unfortunately go through this. ---- - Damn I hate this, let's get to the questions already. - "That's fine Mrs. Brown." "Please, call me Rachel." - At least she's smiling. - "Okay Rachel, what do you want to talk about?" - Rachel has the same dimples when she smiles that Gwen does, cool! - "I had Gwen when I was 19 and I want to spare my daughter the problems I faced having a child that young." - You get right to the point don't you? - "Rachel, I would never disrespect Gwen." "I'm afraid good intentions only go so far. You're both 18 and sometimes things happen." - Why is she putting her hand on my arm? - "We're only going to grab a burger and then go out to a movie." "And I want her home immediately after it is over." "That's what we're going to do." ----- Gwen tried everything she could think of but just couldn't hear what Dan and her mom were saying. She was just too far away. Her bedroom was on the second floor and she could only hear that something was being said but couldn't make out what it was. ----- "And nothing else." - For Pete sake, if Gwen and I wanted to fuck on our first official date, I wouldn't have bothered to get movie tickets. - "We will come back right after the movie ends." - There isn't anything I can do after 10 o'clock at night that I can't do before 10 o'clock at night. "I know, my daughter told me. But, I like to have some insurance." - What in hell are we talking about? - "I don't understand." "I like to think I'm protecting my daughter." Rachel reached over. "How?" - Why is she reaching over? "By taking the bullets out of the gun," "What?" - Why is she undoing my zipper? What the crap is going on? Rachel really was doing this to protect her daughter, but it didn't hurt that she liked doing it. Her daughter hadn't brought a boy home to meet her in a long time. The other times the boys and her daughter were too young for her to bother with. - At least she appears to know what she's doing. Okay, my jeans are open and I'm out. - "Relax Dan; my daughter will not come down until I call for her." She liked how a soft cock felt in her hand and gave a little squeeze. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gently played. "Mm." - She's going to get me off with her hand so I won't have sex with Gwen. Okay by me. - Rachel loved the feel of a soft cock and making it grow. Watching his face, she squeezed it again. She liked the feeling of power it gave her. "Um," - I didn't give Rachel enough credit; she definitely knows what she's doing. The idea that it was her deciding how and when the guy got hard had always appealed to her, "Slide down some." - She's pulling my jeans and underwear down. - Rachel smiled; his cock was hard and standing a good 7 inches. She continued stroking him while her other hand cupped his balls. - I've never had a girl play with my cock and my balls at the same time. - "Ooh." Rachel licked her lips to make them wet, and then she bent over. Her mouth was watering at the idea of having a hard cock in her mouth again. - Now what is she going to do? I wonder if she's...? She's going to suck me! I can feel her mouth on me. - "Oh shit." Rachel took it back out, "Do you like?" "Oh yeah, I've never had that before...O-o-o." A cock felt good in her mouth and against her tongue. She dated and sometimes stayed overnight with someone, but she never could get enough sex, and she loved it all. Plus, she never brought anyone home. She covered her teeth with her lips and went down on him again. "Mm." - Is she biting me? No, it doesn't hurt. No, it definitely doesn't hurt. - "Ooh, that feels good." Rachel had always taken pride with how far she could go down on a guy. She sucked on his cock greedily and could feel the heat start between her legs; it was too bad they didn't have more time. - I can feel my cock sliding into her throat. She's going down so far that her nose is touching my pubic hair. How can she do that? - Why is she's taking me out of her mouth? - "Do you like watching me do it?" "Oh yeah." - She's licking me. - "Um hum, especially just under the head." - Damn! - "Oh yeah just like that." "I like doing this too." - She is stroking me with her hand again and she's licking my balls! - "Oh man." "Which do you like better? When I lick your hard cock all up and down, like this." "Um hum, I like that." "Or when I suck it in like this?" "Ah...mm...that too." - She's teasing me even as she doing it, for crying out loud. Her lips grip my cock as she goes down and then I feel the head touch the back of her throat. I know when she eases up sucking that she is going to let my cock slide almost all of the way out. - ---- Gwen could still hear them talking. She had no intention of fooling around with him on their first official date. So when was her mom going to be done and let them go on it all ready? ---- "A-h-h." - She's using her hands as well as her mouth now. Both hands are around my cock stroking me as she sucks me in and out, "Mm." Her breasts are pushing against me. I wonder if she would let me touch them? Cool, they give just a little bit. She chuckled which was difficult with her mouth full of hard cock. Rachel was proud of her body and kept herself in shape so men would continue to look at her. - Crap! Rachel stopped sucking me; maybe I shouldn't have done anything. Wait, she's taking her shirt off, now her bra. He breasts are huge and her nipples are so pink. She's putting my hands on her breasts. "Oh yeah." - I can feel her nipples getting hard as I play. She sucking me and letting me play with her. This is turning out a lot different than I thought it would. - Rachel knew that she should just finish him off but she couldn't pass up this chance. She loved having her nipples sucked. - She's stopping again. What is she doing now? She is putting her nipple to my lips. Rachel likes having her nipples sucked and played with. "I like doing this to you." Rachel moaned. She could tell that Dan had never done anything before. It still felt good and his inexperience was actually a turn on. The warm felling between her legs was getting hotter. - Awe, I wanted to play around some more with you. She's kissing me. Gwen's mom kisses better than Gwen does. - "Dan, maybe we can do more the next time you come over. For now, I think you should cum for me." "I've never had a girl say stuff like that to me before." Rachel hungered for him but knew it was impossible, at least for now. She stopped so she could kiss him again. "Maybe you and I can get together and fuck." She stuck her tongue in his mouth. "Imagine how good your cock would feel inside of my body." The heat between her legs was now a fire. She would have to get herself off after Dan and Gwen left. She attacked his cock. She's sucking me again. - "That feels so good." Rachel wanted his cum. She had earned it. His cock felt good against her tongue but the feel of hot cum as it shot onto her mouth was unlike anything else. She started sucking him harder, bobbing up and down faster. "Ah...um...um...yeah...I'm going to -" His cock seemed to grow even larger. She tasted a few drops of pre cum. "- I'm going to..."I'm cumming!" She felt his cockhead swell and then hot cum exploded into her mouth. "Um hum." - She's swallowing my cum. Rachel is letting me cum in her mouth and she's swallowing it. I'm still shooting cum and she's still sucking me. - Rachel swallowed and sucked for more and Dan gave her more. More cum and more cum pumped out of him and she greedily swallowed it all. She took every drop of cum he could give. When the flow eased up she rose up and smiled at the look on his face. "I did that for Gwen." He was just starting to get soft and she wrapped her fingers around his cock gripping the base. Squeezing, she raised her fingers from bottom to top and a few drops of white cum puddled on his cockhead. "This I do for me." - She's licking my cum off of me in one long string. - "Do you always cum that much?" "I don't know." Rachel stood up and put on her bra and shirt. "I need something to drink. I suggest that you fix your jeans. You be a good boy. Don't fool around with my daughter and we can do that and a lot more before your future dates." She yelled up the stairs as she walked to the kitchen, "Gwen, you can come down now!" "It's about time." Gwen came flying down the stairs, "Hi Dan, it's good to see you're still here." "Hi Gwen, you look nice." "Thank you. Mom are you satisfied?" "For now, I may have to talk to him some more the next time." - Rachel winked at me. Don't you worry Rachel I won't touch your daughter. On our next date I will be getting here early enough for us to fuck. I may come over even if there isn't a date with her. - Gwen didn't see the wink her mom gave her boyfriend. My First Blowjob This story is dedicated to the pursuit of good, hot sex. It's also dedicated to my editor, Litstoryeditor, who did a magnificent job helping me to smooth the rough edges, get the story across without cliché, and all that good stuff that editors do. Thank you, Listoryeditor. ***** My First Blowjob © 2015, Angela McKinstry ***** Now that I had the virginity and pain issue resolved, the next step was the real thing. Actually, this story is unfolding a little too fast, so let me back up to before I talk about "The Main Event." Several smaller events happened on the path to my lost virginity, so let's not get ahead of ourselves and miss all the delicious foreplay. I had some interesting conversations with Andrea, and she was genuinely interested in my recent adventure. "I didn't know you were going to go toy shopping," she said. "Well, that was kind of the point of our earlier conversations, about virginity, wasn't it?" "Yeah, I suppose so. But tell me: did you really, honestly do it? On a rubber prong?" I nearly shot beer out my nose, I was laughing so hard. Finally I calmed down enough to answer. "I did. And I named him." "You named him? I mean, you named your rubber friend?" "Yeah. Mr. Cox," I felt myself blush. "Maybe a little obvious, but I thought that after such an intense and intimate encounter, he should have a name." Now it was Andrea's turn to choke off a gut-wrenching laugh. "Mr. Cox. How original! You'll have to introduce me to him sometime." "I might. But I have a question, kind of a personal question, if that's all right." "Sure. Shoot." I wanted to know the answer, but I didn't want to ask the question. I stalled out, saying nothing. "The question, Meesha?" she prompted. "It's all right, really. Now ask it, will you?" "OK. Well, um..." I still didn't know how to go on, so I just blurted it out. "Did a guy take your cherry, or did you do what I did?" "Both," she answered. "Both?" I answered, confused. "Yeah. I was worried we wouldn't be able to screw because I'd be in so much pain, so we went and bought a dildo. That thing was absolutely huge! I doubted I'd even be able to get the thing inside me, but my boyfriend assured me we would. "We were at it as soon as we got alone together. We were both super turned on after making the trip to the sex shop. We started with just some soft, gentle kissing that got pretty hot, pretty quick. He was feeling me up, and I was struggling with his jeans, working to get his cock out. All through this, we were lip-locked, tongue to tongue." "Yeah?" I was getting into this, and starting to get turned on imagining the scene unfolding. "Oh yeah," Andrea answered. "It seemed like we couldn't get our clothes off fast enough. I bent over the bed for him, and he slowly started working the dildo into me from the back. It seemed like the most comfortable way to get it in. But before it got very deep it started to hurt. It felt really good bending over the bed like that, waiting for something, you're-not-sure-what, and being totally horned out, but I decided I wanted to see it happen, so we stopped and re-arranged ourselves. I got on my back with my legs spread wide and a pillow under my ass. Pretty soon he had it in as deep as before; it seemed impossibly big and I kept thinking it couldn't go any further. He backed off then, letting it slip out and started licking my pussy. He went at it for a while and I lost all sense of time. He sucked softly on my clit while he worked his fingers in and out of my pussy. I got so fucking wet! I just remember grinding my pussy against his tongue until he stopped suddenly. He got the dildo and pressed it to my pussy once again. By now I was soaking and I had no idea what to expect, but that it might hurt in some way, but I was too fucking horny to give a crap." "And?" "He did it. Nice and slow and gentle. There was a stinging sort of sensation, but that was it. Suddenly he was pushing the whole thing into me! It pushed past the gentle pressure and slid home, deep into my pussy. Filling me and spreading me in a whole new way. I imagine it was like you with Mr. Cox." She smiled and chuckled. "Mr. Cox. I love it, Meesha!" I wanted to say something rude, but I couldn't interrupt her. "Do you want to hear the rest, when we went all the way?" Oh boy, did I! "You know I do," I answered. "Ok. Anyway, it was only the next night we were in bed together. Me, a virgin to intercourse, and Mark, the same. It kind of pisses me off that he didn't tell me that I was his first, but I guess that's a guy for you. "But you wanted to know how this all went... So I'll give you the play-by-play. "We started with one of our full-on, hands groping, hair pulling, makeout sessions. Pretty soon we were totally naked and up against each other. I could feel the heat and hardness of his cock, and I had to have it in me. "He sucked on my breasts as he worked a finger up inside me. I couldn't believe how wet I was! I'll bet you're going to find the same thing. "He moved up from my breasts and we started kissing. He was still fingering me like crazy. I think I climaxed at some point there. Anyway, he worked his thigh up between my legs, and I knew exactly what was going to happen. I lifted my upper leg over his hip to give him better access, and the next thing I felt was his cock pressing against my pussy." This was as good as reading a sex story! Actually, it was way better: I was hearing it straight from the source, from one of my very best friends, and I could ask all the questions I wanted. I was totally entranced! "Shall I go on, Meesha?" I nodded, mesmerized by her tale. I had to know how it all went, how they both came together! "Ok. Well, the feeling of his hard, hot cock was like nothing I'd ever felt. It was way, way better than the dildo. It was hot. I was hot. He moved against me with a will not my own. Intercourse (to me, anyway) is a feeling of complete surrender. I lifted my tits to offer him to suck on, and he did. I was beside myself with lust. He started fucking me deeper. Each thrust felt deeper and harder than the last. "I threw my head back, and he brought his lips to my neck, his tongue gliding over my soft skin. I went over the edge before I even realized it was about to happen. The sweet feeling in my pussy took over my whole body as wave after wave hit me. My newly de-flowered pussy squeezed around his cock in convulsions while I had my first cock-fueled orgasm. "He moaned he was coming. I scarcely heard him. I think I told him to come inside me... that I had to have his hot rush inside me." She stopped talking, a blissful, far-away look in her eyes. "And...?" I asked, trying to urge her on. "And that was the end of my virginity, my friend." She smiled wickedly. "If you want more, you'll have to experience it yourself." "But did he come inside you?" "He did." "And what did it feel -" "Like? You'll have to find out for yourself! Hot and slippery are good words to keep in mind, Meesha." "Aw, come on, you can't just leave me hanging like this!" I protested. "What did it feel like exactly?! Did he-" "Whoa whoa whoa there, cowgirl! One thing at a time! You'll have to learn these things on your own. It'll come naturally, so to speak, on its own. And then, we can compare notes. Meesha, seriously, I'm so excited for you!" "So I'm sort of back to square one." "How do you mean?" "Mr. Cox doesn't exactly fit the bill. I mean I still don't have a boyfriend. And I want to experience the whole thing, from kissing to coming. I want that feeling of a hot, hard cock inside me, Andrea!" "Jumping the gun there again, aren't you, Cowgirl?" "I'm not!" I answered defensively. "But I'd like a little help learning how to pick up guys." Andrea suddenly laughed so hard it came out as a snort. "Girls don't worry about that. We've got it covered. It's the guys, with their friends, who want to know how to pick up girls. I think you've led too sheltered a life." Don't I know it, I thought. I ignored the remark. "So, what's the best... uh..." "Way? Well, it depends. I'm not you. You're not me. How about this. Let's go out Friday evening if you can get out of the house." "I think I can. I mean it's about time I do. In fact I think I need to move out." I said with growing determination. "There's no 'I think' about it, Meesha. You do. Much more freedom. No Dad waiting up for you to ask how your evening was. No Mom watching your every move. Ugh. Girl, we have got to get you straightened out." We talked some more, and came to the idea that I'd accompany Andrea on a "Lady's Night Out." Shiela was going to come too, which secretly pleased me. I knew I couldn't hold a candle to her Scandinavian good looks: blue eyes, deep yellow hair, all that sort of stuff, but I had my own particular charms. Tall, at five eleven, 130, and 36C. Deep red hair, light green eyes. Shiela had told me that I was "eminently fuckable." I loved her assessment. * * * Friday night came. I was out of the house and "staying with friends," which was true. I was "studying for a couple of exams," which was not true. Thinking about the night ahead, I couldn't get out of that house soon enough. Andrea and Shiela had plans already set up. Their boyfriends Mark and Burt had been given the "wave off" for the weekend so this truly was a "girls' night out." "Now, this might take a couple of weekends," Shiela said. "Like Andrea said, you can't just jump on the first guy you see, or even worse, the first one who hits on you." Andrea chimed in. "Actually, let me ask you this first...is there any particular guy you fancy, in any of your classes? That'd be the best way to go. Doing the pick-up scene at a local bar is pretty lame, and besides, it's not exactly the safest thing to do," "Well, yeah. I think so, anyway. There's this guy in the back row of my Psych class who's always there before me, and seems to pay extra attention to me when I come into the lecture hall and sit down." "Extra attention to?" Shiela asked. "What do you mean?" "I dunno. I mean, I'm not sure. I get there, sit down, and stretch. Usually I arch my back and tilt my head back, and then I notice him. Staring at me. I've caught him looking a bunch of times." "Gee, I wonder why," Shiela said. "You've got the looks, that's for sure. He's probably staring at your tits the whole time." She poked me in the chest. "Don't be so naïve! I imagine you've got a number of secret followers!" I thought about this for a moment, silently appraised my body, and decided that yes, Shiela was right, and so was Andrea for that matter. "Eminently fuckable" she had said. A smile began to rise on the inside, bringing with it a feeling of growing confidence. But there was still a problem. I said, "Well, I can't very well go up to someone staring at me, like my Psych 101 guy, and say, 'Hello! My name is Meesha! I want to fuck your brains out! Are you up for it?'" Maybe being direct is supposed to be good. But it's creepy. Not to mention he'd think I was a total slut, which I'm not! Anyway, I'm open for suggestion." "You need a steady boyfriend," Andrea replied. "It sounds like this guy in your Psych class would be ideal. We just have to find a way to break the ice." Shiela interrupted the long-term speculation. "Girls! Let's not get carried away! For tonight, how about we just go out and have a great time?" "What constitutes a great time?" "Loud music, close quarters, cocktails and cold beer, hot horny guys... and gals. And somewhere we don't have to drive." "Sounds good to me. How about the Haus Brau?" Andrea suggested. "You're joking, right?" I said, incredulous. "What a dive! But, at least for tonight, you're the boss; and it's the closest place we can walk to... Let's do it!" * * * There was no way I was going to risk going back home to change clothes; being caught and stuck at home for the evening by over-protective parents. They sure wouldn't buy the explanation: "I had to come home to change for my study session." Besides, I didn't really have anything good to change into. Most of my clothes were overly modest and not what I had in mind. "What you need, girlfriend, is a nice tight pair of jeans, and maybe some boots, to show off that sexy ass," Shiela said. "Yeah!" Andrea added. "And maybe a tight top, showing off some of that fine cleavage?" It sounded exciting. It sounded delicious. But then I had that awful memory of my parents waiting up for me on Prom Night. Screw them. I wanted to do something rude, something my two best friends would applaud. They wouldn't think it made me a slut and neither would I. I realized I didn't care what my parents thought. I was going to have a good time. My face must have shown something. "Is that all right?" Shiela asked. "Is something wrong?" I realized the direction my thoughts had been going and shook it off. I was so tired of the loose and baggy clothes my parents had insisted I wear growing up. Things relaxed in college, to the point where I could pretty much choose what I wanted. Within reason. I knew that their "within reason" would not be Shiela and Andrea's "within reason." "No Shiela, nothing's wrong. Just thinking about clothes." "'K. Let's see what we can do about getting ready," Andrea said. * * * Andrea loaned me a pair of tight bluejeans that hugged my ass, and a pair of tall black boots that would zip up over the lower legs, up to my knees. I loved the look! She loaned me a snug-fitting sweater with a low plunging neck-line, too. The jeans and sweater together were sexy as hell, and when you added the boots I looked like I was ready to fuck and knew how to do it. Andrea chose a nearly skin-tight "little black dress," that left little to the imagination. She wore dark hose, and a pair of hot, black pumps. "I would say," Shiela began, "that we'll each be turning some heads." She was dressed in a black leather skirt and boots, topped off by a black sweater similar to the one I wore. "I would say, too," I started, "that we'll probably have guys all over us." "There ya go! That's the idea!" Andrea said. * * * In a couple hours we were standing in line outside the Haus Brau. We didn't have to wait long. Soon we had shown our IDs and were in. We found a table pretty much right in the center, equal distance from the tiny dance floor as to the bar. The three of us ordered cocktails, and leaned in over the table to talk. We practically had to shout. "I thought it would be all right to tell Shiela about your experience with Mr. Cox," Andrea said. "Sure it is," I answered. The flush of embarrassment to my cheeks would certainly not be noticed here. "So you really did it," Shiela said. "I did. It was a little crazy. Pretty powerful stuff." "Just wait 'til you have the real thing up inside you. There's nothing like it!" she shot back, excited. Right at that moment I felt something on my rear. A hand, I realized. Before I had much time to fully think about it, it squeezed me and was gone. I was a little mad, a little shocked, but suddenly hot. I turned around to maybe find the anonymous squeezer. It was hopeless in the crowded room. "I just got groped!" I said to Shiela and Andrea. "Big surprise there," Shiela said, laughing. "Grab the hand next time and go with it." "And do what?" I asked. Andrea answered. "Tease him a bit! Pull him in close so people don't see and guide his hand over your ass. Encourage him! See if you can grab his package." By this point I was so fucking turned on I didn't really know what to do. After some more gossiping and couple of shots I had an awesome buzz going. I was pretty much ready for anything! I mean, anonymous sex was not on the menu but there were plenty of other scenarios unfolding in my mind. I only made one firm rule in my head...no penetration. Then it happened again! I don't know that I was ready for it, but I did exactly what Andrea said, reaching quickly and grabbing someone's wrist. Andrea and Shiela could tell what was going on from my sudden movement. The guy didn't try to get away or anything, I could feel him step in close behind me. Shiela caught a look at the person behind my back, leaned in super quick, and whispered to me. "Have some fun with him! Don't waste the opportunity, just grab his cock or something!" I gripped the hand and turned around. "Hello there," I said. I put on my best wicked smile. "Hi," my new friend answered. He, too, had to shout to be heard. I was conscious of Shiela's lips against my ear. "Go with it, Meesha." She melted back to our table, pretending to mind her own business, but I know she was secretly watching our every move. I had no idea what to say, let alone do. I continued to hold his hand, and encouraged him to keep hold of my bottom and do as he wished. "Hi yourself," I said. "Like what you're feeling?" "Oh, you bet I do," he said. "Well, thank you. I'll take that as a compliment." "You're welcome." Now what? I wondered. I tried to catch Shiela or Andrea's eye but they seemed intensely interested in their drinks all of a sudden, while I stood there with a stranger's firm hand grabbing my ass, and me getting hotter by the second. I didn't quite know what to do. Then Shiela, glancing at me slyly, made a small back-and-forth motion with her hand and Andrea nodded, both of them smiling into their drinks. The volume of the music seemed to ratchet up a notch. I could scarcely believe what I was about to do. I wrapped one arm around his back and pulled him close, feeling his hips press against mine, closing the gap between us. I could feel the slightly hard bulge in his pants push against me. I moved my other hand down between us to his crotch and squeezed his cock gently through his jeans. "Interested?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and doing my best to give off that "Eminently Fuckable vibe." I'd been hearing about. "You bet I am, honey," he said, evidently not believing his luck. At this point a handjob was what I had in mind, and I think that was what Shiela and Andrea were egging me on to do; but possibilities started swimming in my head as my pussy started sending signals to my brain. Tingly-hot signals, my mind flashing through memories of the dildo buried in my virgin pussy. "Meet you back by the restrooms?" I asked. "Sure." "See you in a moment." My mysterious partner turned and forced his way through the crowd heading to the back. Damn, he had a nice butt. "Here we go, girls," I said to Shiela and Andrea. "You'll be fine. Just keep your clothes on," Andrea said. I nodded, and set off to the back of the bar. Turning down a hallway with a pink neon 'Restrooms' sign above it my mind started racing. I was so turned on it was driving me crazy, and I was beginning to feel just how wet I was as I walked. He was standing at the end of the hallway by the two doors, one on either side, pretending to do something with his phone, but clearly just waiting for me. I could see his cock was hard through his pants, but he was standing slightly to the side trying to keep it from being too obvious. I walked straight up to him, pressing closely against him and once again reaching down to feel his cock through his pants. He pressed his hips forward into my hand while I rubbed his bulge. "Men's or Lady's?" he asked. "Men's," I said, feeling very naughty. He took my hand and pulled me into the men's room. There was no one out in the open area and the one occupied stall seemed to have some likeminded people in it. Two sets of shoes were visible beneath the door; one pair, black oxfords, the other, tall red pumps. We ignored our neighbors completely and burst into the other open stall. My First Blowjob I wasted no time unbuckling his belt and getting his tool out. It was smaller than Mr. Cox, but I expected that. I figured Mr. Cox must have been molded from some porn star's ginormous cock. I leaned in to kiss him, and he responded full on with tongue. I started working his cock in my hand, stroking back and forth eagerly. The hardness and the warmth felt amazing. It may have been smaller than my dildo but it was alive with heat and need. My pussy was tingling with heat and anticipation, clearly loving to be so close to a hard cock. I kept working on his pecker, while he thrust his hips slightly against my hand. "Gotta be just a handjob," I said as I broke the kiss. "I'm good with that," he said, gasping slightly. With that I dropped down in front of him. I felt my boots, snug against my legs, tighten a little as I flexed my calf muscles. I wrapped both hands around his cock and started slowly stroking up and down. Staring at it standing erect in front of my face, I slid my hands all along his hard cock while my body warmed with need. "Oh yeah, baby," he said. "Just like that." His pleasure was evident in every twitch of his body, his eyes half closed looking down at me dreamily. I was overcome with the "fuck me" signals coming from my pussy and my body suddenly needed more. I needed to taste his hard cock. I wanted it inside me. My thoughts of 'no penetration' suddenly didn't extend to my mouth. "Kiss your king?" I asked. Without waiting for any acknowledgement, I pressed my lips to the head of his cock, and took him into my mouth, much as I had with Mr. Cox. I was inflamed with lust. The hell with the handjob, this was gonna be a full-on blowjob! I had no real idea what I was doing but I knew I needed to do it. My body felt so good with that warm hard cock in mouth. Just let go, girl, just let go. I knelt on the nasty floor and took his length into my mouth. It felt great! I kept up my stroking, and reveled in the feeling of his hard cock skiing over my tongue. In the next instant he had his hands around the back of my head. I panicked. Is this really what I want to do? I asked myself. Yes, it was. I kept on with my mouth and hands, and soon felt him tremble and thrust into my mouth. I instinctively knew what was about to happen. I took him into my mouth as far as I dared, and then out. I kept stroking as he thrust back and forth in my hands. "Oh yeah, baby, here it comes!" he moaned loudly. I held his meat tightly in my hands, and before I knew it, a thick ribbon of semen splashed across my face. I kept pumping his cock until I squeezed out every last drop. I was crazy with lust, my soaking wet pussy was on fire with need, but this had to be enough for now. Just remember every detail I thought to myself. Later you can fuck Mr. Cox until you can't stand up... I smiled up... at... shit! I thought, I don't even know his name! I took some tissue and wiped it all off my face, doing my best to get it all while he worked his semi-hard cock back into his jeans. Some explanation seemed necessary. Once we both were decently dressed again, I draped my arms around his shoulders and whispered in his ear. "I have to tell you something," "Sure." He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Did you like that? It was my very first blowjob." "Holy shit..." he murmured. "You could have fooled me! Are you sure it was your first?" "Now, how could I not be sure about that?" I leaned back smiling at him. "Well, it was fucking good," he said as he stared at me. Without another word we made our way back out of the restroom, and parted ways below the pink neon sign. I smiled as I walked back to Shiela and Andrea, grinning as I approached "I blew him," I said as I got to the table. "No way!" Shiela said. "Swallow?" "No. He unloaded on my face." "That is so fucking sexy, Meesha," Andrea said. "Nicely done!" "Let's get out of here and see what's next." Shiela said.