For those following along from the previous post, I am now on a bus that will take me away from this, let's call it a disastrous city and take me to my home (in a different city). This bus ride will be long, and potentially riddled with those who seek to pursue certain attentions. Depending on the type of attention they seek will determine if I grant them mine. Odds are, it will not be anything that I would prefer over whatever it is that drives me to write this. 

Thank you all.

Now, down to business. The first experience that I'm allowed to write about is one with my first "real" girlfriend. The only true distinction between her and any previous girlfriends is that she was the first that ultimately wanted to experiment with everything sexual. I'm not going to go into detail about us kissing or any of the times I had managed to slide my hand over her very large breast and such similar level of activity (though it may come up later for context, if need be), but I will discuss contact that we made with each other in terms of vaginal, oral, or anal intercourse.

This first experience was quite a doozy as it (evidently now) clearly helped to define my sexual interests. As implied already, Karol and I have experimented a bit up to this point. All of this comprised of contact with hands on each other, including of course genitalia. She was certainly curious about men sexually as she had previously asked me much about different aspects, such as morning wood, masturbation, and other such things, but this time she wanted to cement herself in this world and contribute as a sexual being. This was the first time she wanted to provide me oral intercourse, which she offered.

This came up one day when I came to her house. Her mother wasn't home that day, which she felt was the perfect opportunity for this. She brought me to her room promptly when I arrived, sat me on her bed, took off her shirt, revealing lush, Melon sized breasts, quickly undone and pulled down my pants, and wrapped her lips around my penis.

 This part is important, as I feel it's often never communicated enough: the quality was... Poor. Don't get me wrong, certain aspects were wonderful. When she wrapped her lips around the tip, created a seal and started licking, I was fully erect nearly instantaneously. When I became hard though, she began sliding her mouth down the shaft, dragging her teeth along my skin. It was so painful that it was difficult to even maintain an erection, but I did. Luckily enough, she had strategized to switch between the teeth dragging and licking, so I stayed mostly fully erect.

 So you might then be thinking "well, this certainly isn't uncommon. Why, some men even very much enjoy including teeth play with their blow jobs". Those men do certainly exist, and just to clarify, I did discuss the issues with her performance in a calm and rational manner, to ensure that she was aware of what was going on, and corrective action, if any, as was expected of both of us (I was learning too). I most certainly didn't want my comments to her to be malicious. But I'm getting ahead of myself. The key event in this experience was during the blow job. As she used her tongue, I couldn't help but moan aloud, as my penis was quite stimulated. I had stared at her while she had done this. I watched as she moved my penis from one section of her mouth to another using her tongue, and it was great. I knew I was coming close to orgasm. At one point during this, I looked up and saw from the doorway, her sister standing, staring, lips apart so as to breathe, seemingly, and with her hand firmly in her pants. I could see from the constantly shifting shadow of the crotch of her pants that her fingers were moving rapidly, guided by her wrist, forward and back.

I'm fairly certain this was not supposed to happen (more certain now than at the time). She was supposed to be in university right now, being slightly older than Karol, but clearly she was here, fixated on these events.

I wanted to, and even tried to say something to notify Karol that Marijo was watching, but just as the moment crossed my mind, I began to ejaculate into Karol's mouth. I grabbed the back of her head as I did and held it in place, as I attempted to let the air I had held in out of my lungs, resulting in my sperm shooting at, and being lodged in the back of her throat. I did this while staring at Marijo with no expression except that indicating the intensity of my orgasm.

When the sperm contacted her throat and I finally had the conscious will to let go of her head, she reeled backward into a kneeling position, sitting straight up, tilted her head down as far as it could go, and coughed up my sperm, letting it spill out of her mouth. Because of her immediate reaction and her large breasts, my sperm ended up mostly in her parted cleavage, and otherwise on her chest and chin.

 I'm fairly certain she looked up at me as though to scold me, but likely saw where I was staring, because she turned while still sitting, saw Marijo, and started to yell at her in Portuguese (which I don't understand, but I can guess the nature of the conversation). Some sort of argument ensued and Marijo walked out of the room.

 Luckily I'm moments away from finally getting off of this bus, so this is where this story ends. Hopefully I will have more bad nights to motivate me to write more.

 Thanks for reading.