My first oral sex experience was as a teenager. A girl and I had been playing around with each other for a few months, touching, fondling, stroking, whatever but hadn’t taken it any further.
At some point she told me that she’d heard the term ‘oral sex’ and wondered what I knew about it.
I didn’t know much about it, just that I’d heard the word ‘blow job’ before but didn’t have any experience of it.
She told me that she’d heard that term before too, but she was interested in finding out if a girl could be the receiver of oral sex. (I’m sure that’s not how she phrased it at the time though.)
That was a new concept to me. I’d never considered the idea of licking her pussy before but at the same time it was intriguing. At the very least I could get a close up look at what so far I’d only seen before for a few seconds at a time before we’d cover ourselves up or she’d pull her skirt down to hide. But now I was going to have more than just a glimpse. I was going to see her pussy up close and personal.
“Ok,” I said. (I was too excited to to talk much.)
So the next time she came over we waited until my parents went down to the bar and she said, “let’s do it!”
We went into the living room, she laid back on the couch.
I got on my knees between her legs.
She pulled her panties down. And flipped them off her ankles.
She spread her legs apart. And lifted up her skirt.
Finally, I saw it! Beautiful!
I leaned in close.
I put out my tongue.
It touched her crease - just for an instant.
Then she pushed my head away, closed her knees together and pulled her skirt down.
“No,”, she said. “I’ve changed my mind.”
She picked up her panties from the floor and stepped into them. Despite my protestations, she left. And left me standing there with a hard on sticking out so far there was no way to conceal it.
Good thing my parents didn’t come upstairs.
So my first oral sex experience (giving) was tremendously exciting - and at the same time hugely disappointing. I really, really, wanted to lick her pussy. To taste her. To see what it looked like.
The outcome though was something else. It’s left me always wanting to give women oral sex, and loving it. So to get to do it more I’ve learned how to do it really well so that any woman who lets me give her oral sex once almost always wants it again.
My first experience sex as the receiver was quite different.
This was a few years later and I’d just graduated from university, and had gone back to a different school for post-grad.
A few weeks into the course all the students in our program were expected to go on a retreat up north. It was to be a week at a campsite. Another student asked if I could give her a ride to the retreat as she didn’t have a car. She also suggested we stop at a liquor store for a bottle for our stay.
When we got there we saw there were two sort of barracks with males, and one cabin divided up into small rooms for two women each. Not a real surprise. But there weren’t enough women so each one got a private room.
And who should I find as one of the female students but an old girlfriend from high school - one who I’d always been really interested in and who I was ready to initiate a more intimate relationship with when she had given her virginity to a friend of mine and never saw me again.
The first night at the retreat was a horror. Trying to sleep in a big room with 10 or more guys was an exercise in futility. The snoring kept me awake, tossing and turning all night.
The next day we were out doing specimen collection for our classes. (Biology). I paired up with my old girlfriend. We knew each other. We had some history together so we automatically felt comfortable with each other.
I remember at one point in a swamp she caught a frog, gave me a sideways flirty glance and kissed it. “I was hoping to turn a frog into my prince,” she said.
This seemed encouraging. Perhaps we could rekindle our old relationship.
Later on we had some down time after dinner and I got out the bottle that I’d bought before going up north. I invited my old ex-girlfriend to sit on the couch and have a drink.
Before long who should arrive but the other woman who’d asked for the ride and suggested the bottle in the first place. I couldn’t refuse her a drink now could I?
So there I was in the enviable position of sitting in between two very attractive ladies and all of us unwinding with the contents of our bottle. I had one arm around each girl, we were all flirting and we were all getting more ‘touchy/feely’ with each other.
After a while, we’d all had much to drink, and I think we were all horny. But it was getting late and maybe time to go to sleep.
I didn’t relish the thought of trying to sleep in that barracks again, and it was probably obvious that I was reluctant to leave.
But rescue was on the way! Each of the women expressed an interest in me bringing the bottle and continuing the conversation in their room, just myself and one of them of course, not both together. And they were both clearly very aroused.
It was such a hard choice.
On the one hand was a gorgeous girl who I’d always liked, perhaps even had a puppy love relationship with, and who I’d wanted to sleep with - but who had dumped me to have her first sex with a friend of mine.
I'm 30 years old, living in the Panjim region. I'm interested in meeting a woman aged between 18 and 49.
