Hands-Free Orgasms. Where My Fascination Began

When I was about 15, I was already masturbating regularly but had not had any serious encounters with anyone else. At that time I was seeing Mark who was a year or so older than me and also a virgin.

One night we decided to got to the pictures to see a film, probably a Disney or something lame. We chose seats at the back of the theatre and cuddled up for the film.

It wasn't long before we were both kissing, with tongues, wrapped in each others arms. I found myself getting wetter and wetter and more aroused the longer this went on. I could feel the wetness in the gusset of my panties that was making my jeans wet too.

About half an hour into the film I felt that familiar warmth as an orgasm was building and there was no way I was going to stop the tongue action.

Then it hit me. I had to break off the kiss and bury my face in the crook of Mark's shoulder and neck and let out a little grunt with each wave of my orgasm. I was clinging on hard to Mark as my body stiffened and quivered in his arms.

I finally came down from “planet orgasm” and Mark said, “Was that what I think it was?”

I looked into his eyes and said, “Yes, and a really good one too!” with a giggle.

It was the first time I came simply by kissing and without the help of a hand. It certainly isn't the last either.

Back to the story...

We carried on enjoying kissing in the theatre until the end of the film and when we left it was clear that Mark was sporting an impressive erection which he tried to cover up by holding his coat in front of himself. Meanwhile, my panties and jeans were still very wet and seeing the tent in his jeans wasn't helping.

We walked back to his house and when we got there his parents had gone to bed. The open fire in the living room that had been left to die down suddenly flared up and warmed the room and gave off its soft warm light.

I stood in front of the fire with Mark and reached up and kissed him. I could feel his erection in his jeans prodding my tummy. At this point in time I had never seen a penis in the flesh and my curiosity was begging me to take a look at this one.

I broke off the kiss and dropped to my knees in front of Mark. The bulge in his jeans that he had now been sporting for a couple of hours was showing no signs of subsiding. I unbuckled his belt, looking up at him with a grin as he looked into my eyes. I could feel his breath coming in short gasps. Nobody had ever gone this far with him before.

I pulled open the belt and tugged at the button to get it undone, being careful not to touch that impressive bulge. It popped open and unzipping was easy as the force from within helped it on its way. His underwear pushed through the gap supported by his pole. I pulled his jeans down to his knees and paused a little to admire the tent in his underwear. I wanted to savour this part. The look on Mark's face was one of pleading.

I grabbed the waist band and tugged them down to join his jeans.

His magnificent cock was free and a couple of inches from my face.

I was fascinated by it and watched as it bobbed a little with Mark's heart beat. I let out a sort of silent whistle in wonder and the jet of air that escaped my mouth must have impinged on his cock as it suddenly leapt upwards and bounced back down but not before the foreskin had peeled itself back revealing a very angry looking purple head, glistening with wetness at the tip.

I decided to be a bit more deliberate and blew on his cock again and again it lurched upwards and bobbed back down. I did it again, fascinated by the effect my hot breath was having on Mark's cock.

Desperately, I managed to resist grabbing his cock but wanted to study this new-found anatomy and moved in even closer looking at it from all sides as close as my eyes would focus. God, this was all going in my “wank bank” for later! As I looked, I would occasionally blow on the purple head, making it lurch time after time.

I was looking from underneath at his balls and blew again on his cock head in passing. His cock lurched upwards again and bobbed back down but this time, instead of settling down to a steady throb, it lurched up again. Mark said, “Uh..Uh..., I'msorry!”

It lurched up again and bobbed back down and his cum started to ooze. It lurched up a third time and a great stream of cum erupted from Mark's cock that shot over my head and, I think landed on my back. I was in complete shock and didn't know what to do, panicking. His cock lurched again, this time more cum hitting my shirt.

Not know what to do, in my panic, I wrapped my mouth around his cock, after all I didn't want to spoil the carpet!

I could feel Mark's cock throb in my mouth and my mouth was filled with saltiness.

The throbbing in my mouth was too much for me and my second orgasm of the evening swept over me, the cock popping out of my mouth as I gasped with my orgasmic spasms, his unswallowed cum running down my chin.

Needless to say we didn't stop there but that's for another time. However, ever since then, I love hands-free cumming and have found that I seem to be able to do this from kissing, nipple play, crossing my legs and even just focussing my mind on the memory of this first time. I love watch guys cum like this too as their cocks seem to have a mind of their own.