Molly has her first sexual experience, it will be her last normal one.
My name is Molly, and I live with my very strict and religious parents. I am a virgin and haven't dated yet.
Last Thursday in school, a friend in my class got caught with a gun in his backpack. The campus got locked down, and police were called to investigate. It turns out the gun was a pellet gun, but it was still a big deal. The police interviewed me because I was his friend, and they wanted to know what I knew about his intentions or thoughts. I told the police that although we spoke a little, he never confided in me. Instead, he just cheated off me when we had tests or quizzes. The whole event left me shaken and crying, thinking this could happen at my school.
After a few hours, our parents were allowed to pick us up in the parking lot. Before I left, I was given an appointment to see a counselor at school on Saturday morning. I cried all the way home, though my mom tried to calm me down.
Friday, the campus was closed, and I slept a little on Thursday night. Or Fri. night, re-living the events of the past day. When my mom woke me up on Sat. morning for my counseling session, I was drained and kind of out of it. I didn't feel like dressing up, so I wore a baggy sweatshirt without a bra. My breasts aren't big, about the size of a teacup, and primarily big puffy areolas and big pointy nipples that stick out when hard. I hate them! I put on a pair of baggy sweatpants, cut into shorts, and headed downstairs.
My mom gave me a ride to school and told me to call her when I was finished. I entered the school building; a policeman searched my purse before letting me attend my appointment. The school was empty, except for a few hall teachers and students. I was told to go to the counseling office. I knocked on the door, and a few moments later, the door opened. A man allowed me in and then locked the door, which I thought was strange, but I let it go.
He introduced himself as "Matt". He seemed to be in his late 20s, about 6'4 but skinny. He smiled at me. His smile was warm and friendly. I introduced myself, and he told me to sit on the couch in the back of the office. He went over and turned out most of the lights in the room, and now there was just a single light over the couch. Matt pulled a chair up in front of me and asked me to tell him about myself and my family.
I spoke briefly about my life, and then the room became quiet. He asked me to explain my relationship with a boy with a gun. I began to tear up as I told him my tale. He got up from the chair and sat beside me on the couch, putting one arm around me. His other hand rested on my hand, which I had on my thigh. I wasn't alarmed, but I thought he was a bit bold. He leaned in and started to murmur into my ear, telling me it was OK. We'd work out the feelings that troubled me. His voice was very comforting; he told me everything would be fine, and I seemed to be a charming young girl.
His face got close to my ear as he spoke, and I began to regain control of myself after sobbing for a while. I was still breathing heavily when I noticed he was rubbing my hand on my thigh. I quickly moved my hand to my side, but his hand remained on my thigh, and he continued to rub me.
I asked him, "Do you think it's appropriate that you rub my thigh?".
He responded, "I'm only trying to get you to relax." I didn't tell him to move it.
He told me to "close my eyes and remove all thoughts from your mind."
I closed my eyes, and he continued to talk to me about how I needed to let go of my bad feelings and think of more pleasant things. He pulled me close to him on the couch. He smelled fresh as if he were fresh from the shower. His lips were almost touching my ear as he spoke. His voice was very calming. I felt myself drifting away as he spoke. He started talking about how making me feel good was very important to him and how I needed to submit to him. He said if I just let myself go, I'd soon forget the terrible events of the past week.
I was in a trance, I felt my hips pushing forward slightly, and then I noticed his hand had moved from my thigh and was gently rubbing my vagina over my shorts. I was frozen for a moment. I realized I liked the feeling of him touching me, as my legs had spread slightly, allowing him access. I grabbed his wrist and pulled it to my stomach, and said,
"Stop that. It's inappropriate, you touching me there".
He smiled at me and asked, "It felt good. You enjoyed it?"
I snapped back, "That's not the point. You shouldn't do it, it's bad".
Again, he explained that making me feel good would ease my stress and shift my feelings to him rather than outside problems. I took my hand off his wrist and covered my vagina to keep him away. He returned to softly speaking to me, now softly brushing my earlobe with his lips. His hand slowly began rubbing my stomach over my sweatshirt. As I closed my eyes again, my mind began to wander. My mind was calm, but my body began to tingle, and my hand pressed down on my vagina. I could now sense my wetness caused by his massaging me.
I was unaware that his hand had slipped under my sweatshirt. As he now rubbed my bare belly, a faint moan left my lips as I began to rub my vagina. His lips opened, and he sucked in my earlobe, gently sucking on it, then telling me how beautiful a girl I was, how sexy I was, and how my purpose was to please a man as well as myself. Again, he gently sucked my earlobe before kissing my neck and sucking on it. I felt a stirring between my legs as my hand dipped down lower in my crotch. I leaned back on the couch and again moaned, this time louder.
His hand moved up and began tickling my breast with a single finger.
"Umm," I sighed as shocks went down my spine, "This is bad. We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered.
He stopped kissing my neck and softly whispered, "It's OK, Molly. I'm in charge now; just do as I say, and everything will be fine".
I was going to say, "No, stop now," but when I spoke, I could only get one word out: "OK."
He cupped my breast in his hand, and my painfully erect nipple was being squeezed between two of his strong fingers. I openly began to moan as a feeling of losing control swept through my body. He continued to play with my breasts as I became more aroused. He reached down with both hands and pulled my sweatshirt up over my breasts. My body leaned forward, and I lifted my arms over my head. He slipped my sweatshirt over my head.
My body was betraying me, and again, I tried to protest, saying
"I've never done stuff like this before.".
He didn't say a word, and I felt his warm mouth engulf my tiny breast and suck my nipple into his mouth. I arched my back as pleasure ripped through my body. He continued to suck and lick my nipples till I thought they would explode.
I felt his hand return to my vagina. He removed my hand and pulled the tie string on my shorts. I felt his hands slip inside my shorts as he began to slide them down. Again, my butt lifted without being asked, and I allowed him to slide my shorts off. I watched as he slid his hands inside my sopping wet undies and slid them to the ground. I was naked for the first time with a man. He slid his finger thru the lips of my virgin vagina, and my vulva opened like a flower, begging for something to fill the void.
His finger probed my crack, sliding through the juices, making his job easier. He gathered a finger full of my love syrup and showed it to me. He raised it to my lips and told me to open my mouth. I obeyed, and he slipped his finger into my mouth. My lips closed around it and sucked hungrily on it, devouring my juices. He pulled it from my mouth again, gathered up a fingerful, and slipped it into my open, receptive mouth. He was feeding me like I was a baby bird.
Again, I sucked down the juice from between my legs, the taste and scent filling my sinuses. He said I could eat this from a pussy anytime I wanted, that my sex was not just for a man to enjoy. His finger worked between my legs, rubbing my clitoris and eventually inserting his thick finger into my virgin pussy. I felt a slight pain as the walls of my vagina expanded for the first time. Waves of pleasure raced through my body, and I felt lightheaded as my body shook and my first orgasm took hold, "Oh God! Ooooooh", I cried as my hips bucked to fill myself with his fat finger. I slumped back onto the couch, panting, trying to focus again.
He held me for a few minutes, speaking softly to me about orgasms and having sex all the time, rubbing my pussy. He stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his zipper. He slid his pants off, and I could see the big bulge in his shorts. He smiled, stepped closer to me, and said it was my job to unwrap my prize. I leaned closer to him and took hold of the band of his underwear. As I pulled them down, they got caught on the huge bulge. I gave them a yank, and his giant thing sprung forward, almost slapping me.
My eyes widened as the huge thing stood straight up, plastered to his stomach. "Wow, that thing is huge," I cried.
"Molly," he said calmly as he smiled at me," it's my cock, and they come in all shapes and sizes. They will all provide you pleasure, and you will provide them pleasure".
He sat back on the couch; I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"Go ahead and touch it, play with it, get comfortable with it. You'll see a lot of these from now on," he said reassuringly.
I reached out my hand and touched it, and it was warm. I pinched the head. It was soft and rubbery. I wrapped my fingers around it, but it was too fat.
I slid my hand down the shaft till it rested at the base. I took my hand off it and cupped his sack; it was huge. I squeezed one of the balls inside, and he jumped.
"Careful," he said, "those are delicate."
"Oh, sorry, I've never touched one before," I offered apologetically.
He smiled at me and told me to get on my knees on the couch and lay on my side so my head was over his lap. I stood up and took my place next to him. He told me to lower my head and kiss the tip of his cock.
"WHAT," I said with alarm, 'you want me to touch that with my mouth? That's gross," I said.
He smiled at me and said my mouth would give a man or woman as much, if not more, pleasure than my pussy.
"Oh, I didn't know that," I said sheepishly.
I looked at his cock, and lowered my head to it. I closed my eyes and puckered as my lips came in contact with his ruby-red crown. As soon as my lips touched it, I pulled it off and licked my lips. I thought, OK, that wasn't too bad.
He told me to use my mouth like I did my hand to explore his cock and balls. I took a deep breath and set out exploring. I kissed the head again, this time with an open mouth. The tip of his cock slipped between my lips, and I gave it a soft suck.
"That's my girl," he said softly.
I stuck my tongue out, coming in contact with the tip of his cock. It slipped into the opening, and his cock jerked in response. I took my lips off it and began licking it, first the tip and head, and then down the underside of his cock. It jumped as I did it. I looked at his sack and studied it for a moment. I kissed one of his balls, and it moved, I licked it, and it moved again. I opened my mouth and sucked it in, rolling it around gently, hoping not to hurt it.
He moaned and said, "Molly, you're going to be a natural at this."
I sucked his other ball for a few minutes. His balls were shiny, and his cock was standing straight up. I ran my open lips up the underside of his cock, till I reached the head. On top of his slit was a drop of creamy liquid'.
"What's that," I asked as I pointed to it.
He said that was pre-cum, "when a man gets aroused during foreplay, he starts to leak out little drops, or stream of cum” he instructed.
"What does it taste like," I asked him.
"Try it and let me know," he said.
I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out, I licked thru the slit, and the glob of cum stuck to the tip of my tongue. As I pulled away, a strand of it stretched from my tongue to the tip of his cock, before snapping and landing on my lip. I pulled my tongue into my mouth, licked my lips, and swallowed; it was a bit salty and sweet.
"Hmm, that's not bad, "I said.
He smiled and said, "Wait till I fill your mouth with it. Now it's time to put it in your mouth and suck it".
I took a deep breath, opened my mouth, and slid the fat shaft into my mouth. It was big and stretched my lips wide. I slid more into my mouth until I had about 4". I pulled back and went down again on it, pushing more of it into my mouth.
I could taste him now. His cock, his precum, and the hair on the back of my neck were standing on end, electricity flowed thru my body, and I fought to get more of it in my mouth. Instinctively, I began to slide my mouth up and down on it. As I slid down more, I began to gag on it. He told me to breathe thru my nose and slid the head of the cock along the top of my mouth. After a few tries, you should be able to touch my belly and balls with your lips. The first four or five times, I still had to gag, but then slowly, I was able to push the remainder of his cock into my mouth. The tip just touched my tonsils. It felt funny at first, but I got used to it.
I began to pull back three or four inches and then push it back. I started to suck it faster, I wasn't sure he liked it, or if I was doing it right, but if the amount of precum dripping into my mouth was any indication, he loved it. I was in heaven, I loved his fat cock buried in my throat, and the taste and smell of his cum was intoxicating. He tapped me on the shoulder and told me, "Get ready. I'm going to cum” My eyes grew wide, and I wasn't sure if I should pull off or keep sucking. He put his hand on my head, and then I knew what to do. I pulled off till the tip was in my mouth, and I sucked him faster, just not taking as much. I felt his cock swell in my mouth and felt a bump on my lower lip.
Then the dam broke, and my mouth was flooded with hot sticky cum, stream after stream jetted from the head into my throat. His cock was so fat I couldn't maneuver the cum in my mouth so I could swallow it, and it began leaking from the corners of my mouth. He was moaning and fidgeting, so he couldn't help me. I pulled back most of the way and was able to swallow, a river of cum flowed down my gullet, and I gathered his remaining offering in my mouth. Finally, he was finished. I squeezed his still rock-hard cock tight with my lips, milking his last droplets into my mouth, and swallowed again before taking his cock out of my mouth. I licked the slit of the cock head and licked up what had spilled from my mouth, from his stomach, and sat back. I smiled broadly and looked at him. He smiled back and asked me how I liked it.
I said, "That was awesome," my voice cracking, as cum stuck to my tonsils and throat, 'I can't wait to do that again."
He told me that was the best first blowjob anyone had ever given him, and I smiled with pride, wiping my mouth with my arm.
"So that was your sperm that makes babies. Who knew it could be a snack food," I laughed.
"OK, stand up and straddle my waist, facing me," he said.
I jumped up and was in position in a second.
"Are you going to have sex with me now?" I asked, kind of nervously.
"No, I'm going to fuck you now," he replied. He told me to put my hands in his and then squat down. He stopped me a few inched from his cock, and slid down on the couch so his cock was aligned with my pussy.
He instructed me to slowly lower myself till I felt his cock touch my pussy. I was shaking; I was so nervous.
"OK, I said," as I felt his cock slip into the lips of my pussy.
He told me to gently lower myself till his cock was just inside my pussy. He said I would feel some pain or discomfort at first, but it would go away after my pussy got used to his cock stretching me out. I lowered myself a bit, and the head popped into me
. "OW," I protested.
"Go ahead a little more," he ordered.
I sank a bit more, and a couple of inches stretched my virgin pussy open wider.
"OH," I exclaimed, "that's big".
It stung a bit, but I lowered myself more, taking a couple more inches of the invader.
I felt full, and I told him that he instructed me to slide up and down on his pole and not take any more. I began to push forward and pull back. His fat cock slid in and out of me, all the while the walls of my pussy held onto his shaft for dear life. It felt like he was turning me inside out. His fat cock was rock hard, and began to feel good. I worked the cock faster and faster inside me. I was getting flushed, and my knees started to shake as a wave of pleasure overtook me. He pinched my nipples, and it sent me over the top. I let out a loud shriek as I had my first orgasm on a cock. He helped to try to hold me up, but my legs were too weak. I dropped to my knees, sliding the remainder of his cock into my unprepared pussy.
"Ahhhhh," I squealed.
As my stretched pussy tried to adjust, the lips of my soping wet pussy rested on his stomach.
I could feel his sack spreading the cheeks of my butt. But most of all, it was my aching pussy, being stretched beyond reason. He asked if I was OK.
I said, "Yeah, I wasn't ready for that."
He leaned me back and sucked my breasts, and nipples, as I tried to adjust to being split in two. After a few minutes, the pain began to subside, and he taught me how to roll my hips from front to back, causing his cock to slide in and out of my pussy. I raised my knees a bit and started to practice. Initially, it was a bit strange, but I got the hang of it. After a couple of minutes, I had the rhythm down.
And I was "fucking like a rock star," he told me. My pussy was a little sore, but it was great. I love the feel of his cock in me.
I could feel the stirring between my legs, and I knew I was headed for another orgasm. I was almost there when he screamed out.
"Fuck I'm going to cum”
That sent me over the top, and we hugged and came together, our bodies sweaty and rocking in unison.
Never had I felt anything so excellent. My body tingled all over as I tried to regain composure. After a few minutes, he helped me get up, and a large glob of cum slipped out of me and onto his stomach. I looked at him, and he motioned to it. I got on my knees and sucked it into my mouth, and swallowed it. He told me never to waste a man's cum. If it's not in my pussy or my ass, I have to eat it. "I promise," I replied. We got dressed, and I sat back down. He took my hands and told me I was beautiful and a real pleaser. He said I should make a point of fucking as much as possible, whether with a boyfriend or random guys I thought were cute.
And I should suck as many cocks as I could because I had a natural talent for it.
I smiled and said "OK".
He asked me how I felt. I just hugged him, and he unlocked the door, and I walked out. My friend Judy was standing there waiting for her appointment. She asked how it was.
I said," Great, you'll love it. Do as he says, and you'll feel great."