Action On The Leather Couch

Making out with Ian in my parents’ house was fantastic. When I peeled off my blouse, he treated my breasts with delightful attention. I then clearly let him know that I wanted to suck his dick. However, I had no experience with oral sex. Jerking off my ex who would orgasm in moments was no way to learn how to pleasure a man. I needed instruction. Before he pulled down his boxer briefs, I said, “Ian, I want you to tell me exactly how you like it. Talk to me, Baby.” 

“Let me sit over here.” He pointed to a leather couch that my parents had just spent way too much money on. I placed a blanket on the couch, and he pulled down his briefs. He had a nice cock, but it wasn’t enormous in the way that Ashley had bragged about around school. He had well trimmed public hair. 

I too had taken care of my pubic hair. Just before they left, my parents dropped me off to do some shopping on my own. I made an appointment to have all of the hair around my pussy waxed off. I loved the smooth feeling of my hairless mound. 

I knelt in front of Ian and gently held his cock. My first move was to take a long lick up his shaft, then another. “Do you like this?” I asked. “Oh, yeah.” I then put his circumcized dickhead fully in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it slowly. “Yes, Lindsey, just like that. You can stroke me at the same time too.” I pulled my mouth off of him, leaving plenty of saliva that was now dripping down his cock. I started jerking him, moving my hand down his cock from the head to the base, then starting again. After the third stroke, I returned to sucking up and down. In and out. I then tried to see how much of his dick I could put in my mouth. That was a mistake. I soon realized that my gag reflex might ruin the whole blow job. No deep throat for me. 

Back to licking, then twirling my tongue around his dickhead. More saliva, more stroking. “Do you like your balls touched?” I asked. “Just the lightest touch,” he said. I had one hand cradling his sack, another stroking down in a slow rhythm, my mouth and tongue on the head of his dick. 

He reached down with both hands and started playing with my naked breasts. He wasn’t as attentive or skilled as he had been before. After all, I was doing my best to distract him. But when he held my breasts, I moaned. I timed each moan to the rhythm of my stroking, and after a few minutes I could sense a shift in his breathing and his hips. I knew from jerking off my ex that this meant that he was close to cumming. I sped up both my moaning and my cock stroking, this time with both of my hands gripping tightly, moving up and down. He squeezed my tits harder than before, and said, “Almighty fuck, Lindsey, I’m gonna cum!” 

Even though this was my first time sucking dick, I wanted to have a complete blow job experience in order to impress Ian. I wrapped my mouth around the head of the cock. I didn’t have to wait long until the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. I held on even though his whole body was jerking around. Then another spurt of cum. Then another. Then a spurt came that was a little less forceful. I looked up directly into his gorgeous brown eyes and gave him a big sexy wink. Then I swallowed what seemed to be an impressive amount of cum. I licked my lips, then licked the last few drops from the top of his penis. 

“Holy fuck, Lindsey, you are damn good at blow jobs,” Ian said. “No girl has ever swallowed my cum before. That was over the top hotness.” I smacked my lips and said, “I kinda liked it. Salty.” I reminded myself that I didn’t need to use a towel to clean up his cummy mess. My gutsy swallowing took care of that inconvenience.

My first blow job was far more successful than I had hoped. I almost had a blunder with the attempted deep throat maneuver, but I found that communication was the key to success. His directions definitely prevented me from a complete amateur-hour performance. 

“Now it’s your turn, Baby,” Ian said. Oh goody, I thought, this was going to be new for me! A man who was looking out for my pleasure too. As he stood up to switch places, I slipped out of my skirt and panties. Completely naked, just like him, I sat down on the towel and spread my legs wide, my wet hairless pussy just waiting to be pleasured. 

Kneeling in front of me, Ian placed both hands on my knees, and started kissing the inside of my thigh, going from one leg to the other. Without a doubt, this was going to be good. Halfway up my leg, he moved from kissing to licking, the tip of his tongue slowly moving to the crease of my leg, right next to my pussy. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the couch cushion behind me. 

He circled his tongue around my outer labia, then directly on each one. With the long flat part of his tongue, he licked up all the way up the middle of my pussy. He did it again. Then again. “You taste amazing, Lindsey. I think I’ve found my new happy place.” Just his saying that made me feel extra safe and sexy. I had been concerned about how a man might find the taste of my pussy juices. As amazingly excited as I was, I also felt relaxed. 

Ian then moved his attention to my clit. Starting light, he brushed it with his tongue. “Harder please,” I said. I was so aroused, and he had teased me so much, that I wanted my clit seriously worked on. With that he pressed down with the tip of his tongue right on the base of my very swollen clit. He used a similar pressure upwardly licking my exposed clit the short distance from its end to the base, then back again. 

Then I felt his fingers at the entrance of my vagina. My juices were dripping, so it wasn’t hard for him to slip two fingers right inside. He turned his face a bit so that he could still lick my clit while finger fucking my pussy. His fingering technique was different from what I had experienced before, even with my own masturbation. Instead of his fingers thrusting in and and out, he bent his fingers upward to massage my g-spot. Ian’s fingers were obviously longer than mine, and they were taking me on yet another new sexual experience that afternoon on the leather couch. He was good. Very, very good.

With his fingers working their magic on my g-spot, he shifted the pace of his clit licking. Not as strong, but much faster, he ran the tip of his tongue from side to side on my clit. Oh yeah, that was going to finish me off. I said, “Don’t you fucking dare stop. Your fingers, your tongue, whatever the fuck you’re doing, DON’T STOP.” He didn’t. I started making a high pitched squeaking sound that I don’t think had ever come out of my mouth before. Then it happened. The biggest orgasm of my life. Every cell of my body seemed to scream in pleasure. I was screaming too, but I put my hand in front of my mouth to not bring over the neighbors. My legs were trembling, and I kicked Ian by mistake. I might have squirted a little. Ian then rested the flat part of his tongue over my still twitching pussy, gave one last soft lick and stood up. My pussy juices covered his chin and even parts of his chest. 

“Come over here next to me on the couch, you big sexy beast,” I said. He obliged. I slid over next to his naked body. I wrapped my arms around his chest, and intertwined my legs with his. I kissed his shoulder, his chest, his ear. Then I started to cry happy tears. I guess that both my pussy and face wanted to release wetness. “This might be the best day ever,” I said. He said, “Lindsey, you purposely missed the bus didn’t you?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, “I couldn’t just walk up to you in the hall and ask you to make my beautiful, womanly body a quivering piece of erotic mush through the amazing use of your cunnilingus skills.” He laughed. “Good use of a SAT word there.” I laughed, “I am really looking forward to when the SAT puts cunnilingus on a reading passage for college admissions. We’ve got to educate those college-bound boys to give sexual pleasure to college girls the right way.” We laughed and hugged. I felt at ease and very happy.