Then I look up and he is there. "I thought you weren't going show."
"I almost didn't."
"Why is that?"
"I have never had a girl offer me sex before. Let alone even have a girl kiss me before."
"I knew you were an 18 year old virgin but I didn't know you had never kissed a girl before."
He just looks away and shrugs his shoulders. I can see his face flush in embarrassment. I walk up to him and tell him, "It will be ok." "We don't have to do this if you are not ready."
"No, I am ready. Just go easy on me."
I smile up at him and say, "This is your pleasure. You set the pace. You make up the rules. What you want is what you get. Just remember we have only until the bell rings."
He steps to me and we look into each others eyes. He leans for his first kiss. Our noses bang but then I take his head in my hands and our lips meet. The kiss starts slow, awkward but then our lips part and kiss heats up. We touch the tips of tongues, quickly, almost as though it never happened. Then I feel his tongue on my lower lip, invading my mouth. Our tongues intertwine as he pulls me tighter into his embrace. My head starts to swim with the feelings that this kiss is invoking within me.
The kiss ends and I am left speechless. I just look up at him, breathless, unable to believe he never kissed a girl before. With his hands still on my waist, I feel him slip his right hand under my blouse and make its way to my lace covered breasts. He runs his thumb over my erect nipple, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
I reach down, crossing my arms as I go, taking the ends of my blouse in my hands and pulling it up over my head, exposing my lace covered breasts to his bulging eyes. He looks up at me as if asking permission to touch them. I just nod. He reaches up cupping both breasts in his hands, squeezing and massaging them. I reach back to unhook my bra and he stops me by grabbing my arm.
He shakes his head and says, "Let me." He wraps his arms around my chest, taking the bra ends into his hands, he stumbles at first but then the hooks snaps free. He places his hands on my shoulders, hooking his index fingers under each strap and slides them down my arms and off.
I am now standing there exposed to his eyes; my nipples harden even more with the coolness of the area. He bends over and takes my left nipple into his mouth as he takes the right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it lightly. I close my eyes, lean my head back and moan aloud. He flicks his tongue over my nipple, then bites down and tugs ever so softly. He goes between each nipple teasing them to the point of torture.
Then he stands back up, taking his shirt off, showing off his a well toned torso. Then pulls me into his embrace and kisses me deeply. Our bodies pressed tightly together, I can feel his bulging manhood press against my stomach. I feel his hands slide to my ass and give it a squeeze. Then his hands slide under my skirt, feeling the moist cloth of my panties. He rubs my mound with his whole hand before pulling away my panties. With my skirt pulled up around my waist, he kneels before me, looking up smiling.
With his hands on the inside of my thighs, he gently pulls my legs apart. He kisses the inside of my knee letting his tongue trace its way up my thigh, stopping just before reaching my center. He switches to the other knee and repeats the kisses up my thigh but this time he doesn't stop. He kisses and nibbles my outer lips.
His hot breath giving me goose bumps and sending shivers up my spine, all I can do is moan in pleasure, to pleasure no boy has ever given me before. I have been with plenty of boys, even some amazing men but none that have made me feel like I am floating above the world. How can this amazing boy, being a virgin who has never touched a girl before now, make me feel this way?
All of a sudden his tongue licks my slit from ass to clit and my legs begin to quiver. His tongue slips into my now soaking wet pussy and licks feverishly at my swollen clit. He encircles my clit with the tip of his tongue at first before assaulting my clit with the flat part of his tongue. I feel his finger penetrate my lips and slide into my steaming hot vagina. As he licks my clit, he now fucks me hard with his finger. In and out, lick lick, my body is going crazy with emotion. My legs begin to shake and twitch. My breathing becomes ragged and my moans louder as my orgasm approaches. I call out his name as I cum on his tongue. He laps it up like a thirsty puppy suckling at its mother's nipple.
Now leaning against the wall, unable to hold myself up, I slide down to my knees in front of him. I look up at him as I undo his jeans and pull them down to expose his pulsating cock. I am in awe at the site of him. He is so large. I reach up and wrap my right hand around the shaft unable to touch my fingers on the other side. My left hand cups his balls, rolling them around I can feel their fullness. As I start stroking this massive cock, I notice the moisture oozing from the head and I lean in flicking the tip of my tongue over the wetness; I savor the taste. I hear him moan and I can't take it any longer. I have to feel him in my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around the head before engulfing his cock within my mouth. My tongue does a dance on the underside of his cock as I bob my head up and down, taking more in as I go. I feel the head hit the back of my throat and I shake my from side to side, all the while my tongue is still dancing across his shaft. As I come back up, I let my tongue flick over the head before I repeat my way back down. I can feel him begin to swell so I give his balls a slightly tighter squeeze. Then I wrap my right hand around the shaft, squeezing hard as stroke him, my mouth working the head of his cock. I hear him take in a sharp intake of air, and then I feel his cock twitch within my mouth. Just then I feel the first splash of cum hit the back of my throat and I hear ringing.
"Wow," I think to myself, "bells go off when he cums." Then it hits me, it is the class bell going off, yet I want every drop of his sweet nectar. He pulls me up and off his cock, looking me in the eye with a smile of utter satisfaction.
He pulls up his pants and fastens them closed, then takes me in his arms, kisses me quickly and says, "Thank you."
He turns and starts to walk away. I call out, "Steve!" He turns around. "You have plans this Friday night?"
"No." He says.
"Good. Pick me up at seven and we will finish what we started here."
He says, "You mean it?"
"Yes."
"Ok. Then I will see you on Friday."
With that he smiles and disappears around the corner, leaving me with nothing on but my skirt hiked up around my waist...
The End.
All Out
"Sharon!" I yelled. "What the fuck?"
I was truly shocked at what I saw when I turned to look at the couple in the back seat. Sharon had Trevor's penis out of his pants and was playing with it. I hadn't noticed before since I hadn't looked back very much, and when I did it was so dark outside I couldn't see anything but dimly lit faces. But I had looked back as we neared more well-lit areas, getting closer to town, and Trevor's lap drew my attention immediately.
Sharon didn't seem to be embarrassed at being caught playing with her boyfriend's penis. They had been dating for nearly a year, but I never knew them to have sex in public before.
"Oh, Stef," Sharon said to me, "He's really enjoying himself. Besides, I can't keep my hands off his dick. Just look at it!"
I was looking. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, and then she held it by the base, wiggling it just a little, showing it off to me. It did look pretty impressive.
Meanwhile, Jake was trying to drive while adjusting the mirror so he could see the back seat. When he ran a wheel off the road he got our attention.
"Hey, careful," I said. "Don't kill us all." Jake and I had known each other for a while, but this was only our third official date. Things hadn't gotten too far between us yet. We hadn't been alone at all on our second date, but I was thinking tonight could end up happy for both of us.
"I can't see what's going on back there." Jake said.
"I'm just playing with Trevor's dick." she answered. No, Sharon wasn't at all embarrassed. "And he's en
joying the hand job."
"Oh, yeah," Trevor mumbled.
"Stef," Sharon continued. "If you reach over I'll bet you can find a hard on in Jake's pants."
We nearly ran off the road again with that comment. I then realized that I was sitting sideways in the seat with one hand on Jake's chest as he drove with one hand, and his other hand had come to rest on my leg, under my skirt. Suddenly it seemed a little tense in the front seat as well. I gasped at Sharon's comment, and I think Jake did, too, but we didn't quit touching. In fact, I felt Jake's hand grip my leg harder, and I wondered if her comment was true.
"Sharon, you're terrible!" I teased. I was no angel, but basically a "good girl." I wasn't feeling like a good girl at this moment, though. Still watching Sharon play with the hard dick in the back seat, I felt Jake's hand slide slightly higher up my leg. I also noticed that my pussy was tingling, and I thought that this opportunity to find out if Sharon was right was too good to pass up.
My hand began sliding down Jake's chest and across his stomach. I felt him take in a gasp of air as I reached his belt, and the car slowed down. I felt a bulge as soon as I was below his belt. I moved my hand over top of the bulge and pressed down, to make sure what it was. As Jake let out a low groan I knew I was right. As I squeezed his dick the back seat got even more interesting.
Sharon bent over, her face in Trevor's lap. I heard slurping, and Jake and I both knew what was going on, though I couldn't quite believe it. Sharon tried to position herself so that I could see what she was doing. It wasn't easy for her, but I did catch an occasional look at the erection and her lips or tongue working on it. She pulled off as she looked at me and smiled, but kept pumping, then lowered her head again.
In just a few moments, Trevor threw his head back on the seat and started groaning, He thrust his hips up hard twice, then mostly settled down. Sharon had her mouth on him, and was making some noises herself, as well as gasping for air. I thought I knew what had happened, but couldn't quite believe it until she pulled herself off him and again smiled at me. This time a white creamy liquid was on her lips, and filled her mouth. She swallowed as if doing it for me. When I looked down at Trevor's dick I saw more of the cream, and a few drops were still oozing out of the tip. Sharon squeezed the shaft to force a couple more drops out.
"Oh my God," was all I could say. Sharon just smiled, and began to wipe them both off. I turned around and put my head on Jake's shoulder, holding on tightly to his dick as I thought about it and the scene in the back seat. It seemed like just minutes when we pulled into the driveway.
"Is his dick hard?" Sharon asked.
Jake laughed nervously, and I awoke from my dream-like state and said, "Yeah" as I squeezed it again.
"Is it out of his pants?" She asked.
I was thinking again now, and was surprised at her question. She was always blunt, and sexual topics were no exception, but I still surprised.
When I told her no, she said, "Well, take it out! It's no use in his pants."
"Sharon!" I exclaimed.
"Come on," she said. "Trevor's is still out - and pretty hard, I might add. In fact, I'm going to make him walk inside with it out, and I think Jake should, too."
Jake laughed nervously again. He didn't seem to object. I thought to myself that I certainly would like to see his dick, and feel it, as hot as recent events had made me. And if Jake had no problem with it, it didn't hurt me any. I started feeling around for the top of his zipper, and started tugging it down. I fully expected him to object. I'm not sure why.
I had to reach my other hand over to his lap to work the zipper down, and that showed Sharon what I was doing.
"Thatta girl," she cheered on from the back. "Take it out."
I was embarrassed, both being cheered on and having an audience, even though they weren't really watching. But it was Jake whom I figured should be the embarrassed one, and he wasn't complaining, so I reached inside his pants, wrapped my hand around his hard shaft, and wrestled it out of his pants into the open.
"Okay!" I said as if I had accomplished something great.
"Oh, goodie!" Sharon squealed. "Let me see." She thrust herself up over the front seat, nearly banging my head with hers, until she could see into Jake's lap, where his erection stuck straight up into the air.
"Oh, yes," she drooled. "Now, leave it there, and let's go on into the house."
I was confused about the guys walking in with a hard-on sticking out in front of them. Really? But it wasn't mine, so I said nothing.
Sharon's door opened first, followed closely by Trevor's, who had his dick sticking obscenely out of his pants. They were both out of the car by the time Jake had his door open, and Trevor stood there smiling as Jake slowly got out. That was a very odd scene to see both big guys with their big erections sticking out, laughing, looking, trying not to look, and making damn sure their dicks never came close to touching. I watched it from inside the car, almost forgetting that I had to get out, too.
"Come on," Sharon said, opening my door, and we all walked to the front door. I was hoping the neighbors couldn't see, but again, it wasn't my house, so why should I care?
Just as we got in the door another car pulled up in the driveway. We recognized it as Paul's car, and there were two couples in it as well.
"Don't you dare put those cocks away!" Sharon gruffly said to the guys, then went to greet the new arrivals.
Cindy was out of the car and spoke first. "We saw your car go past and wondered what you guys were doing."
I wasn't sure how we were going to get rid of them, with two naked dicks inside waiting for us, but Sharon took over.
"Come on in," she said, much to my surprise. I backed in the door, seeing confusion in the guys' faces as they stood behind the kitchen bar, seemingly normal. I greeted our guests as they came in, Sharon coming in last.
Sharon spoke above the clatter of small talk. "You came at just the right time. Our guys have something to show you." She looked over at the now shy-looking guys and said, "Come on out from behind there. Come on, show them what we've been doing."
Trevor moved first, then motioned for Jake to follow. As he stepped out from behind the half wall there was quite a mixture of gasps and laughter, followed by a little applause.
"Holy Cow!" Tara said.
"What the hell?" asked Cindy.
The new guys said nothing. They were more in shock than anyone.
"They do put on an impressive show, don't they?" Sharon asked.
There was general agreement mumbled, but no one moved.
"Now," Sharon began, "If you guys are going to stay... and have some fun... we need to see... some more dicks."
We looked at the four newcomers, and they looked at each other. Then at Sharon. A quick glance at the rest of us didn't help, so they looked at each other again.
Finally Cindy and Tara began to smile, as if they were okay with some more flesh to be exposed. Paul and Ben looked at each other for a long moment, then Paul moved a hand slowly toward his zipper. My God, I couldn't believe what was happening.
"No, no, no," Sharon said, stopping everything. I was really confused now. "The girls have to take the cocks out. We took ours out, now you take yours out." She was speaking to the other girls, as if they had ownership of the dicks.
Sharon was very forceful. She was definitely in charge. Where had this come from? Usually soft spoken and easy-going, she suddenly sounded more like a drill sergeant barking orders. And her expressions were even more forceful. She didn't seem like someone you should argue with.
The others seemed to agree. Almost in unison, Cindy and Tara looked at each other, then took a step toward the guys and looked at them. Seeing nothing to stop them they reached a hand toward the zippers and slowly lowered them. Bulges were forming in their pants.
"Now take them out," Sharon said to the girls as they hesitated. Each girl reached inside her guy's pants and found his erection, Cindy looking at Paul the whole time, Tara not able to look Ben in the ey
e. When they brought their hands out clutching on to a penis, all eyes were taking turns looking only at that.
I couldn't say they were erections. Not soft, they had begun to harden, but the guys seemed too nervous to have full-fledged erections. Right on cue, Sharon spoke up.
"Come on guys, those aren't very hard. We want erections. Hard, stiff, and long. Girls, make 'em hard!" She said this as if signaling the start of a race, but Cindy and Tara immediately began squeezing and stroking their guy's members until they seemed hard as rocks.
"That's great," cheered Sharon.
"Now what do we do them?" asked Tara. I'm not sure if she was asking meekly or if she was horny, but Sharon seemed to be the leader.
"Anyone thirsty?" she asked. It seemed an odd question, but we all realized our throats had gone dry with the excitement. "Guys," she continued, "Get us some drinks and bring them over."
We followed Sharon's lead as she went into the living room and sat. The guys soon were gingerly serving us soft drinks, with their hard dicks leading the way. They seemed to accept the situation. Hell, they seemed to enjoy it. Exposing themselves in front of four girls, being played with, and the anticipation of even better things yet to happen.
"Oh, Trevor, I need more ice," Sharon said, and he quickly went back to the kitchen and returned with more ice, while all of us watched his erection dance in front of him.
"Anyone else need anything?" Sharon asked.
Tara said, "Don't you have some alcohol to put in this?" and Ben started toward the bar.
Sharon stopped him. "No, take her drink, and add the booze over there."
We quickly caught on that the idea was to make the guys keep walking around in front of us, while we enjoyed the sight of their bouncing dicks, one at time. We sent them on various "errands" for a while, watching the entertainment as it wiggled in front of us. The erections stayed strong, evidently excited by the girls watching so intently, but as a thank you for what ever task they performed we would stroke it a little when he was done.
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