Learning about sucking cocks

Note:

All of these events actually happened to me.

I admit that I did not make notes at the time!  Nor did I write anything in my diary, and I am not sure I remember the precise dialogue from 23 years ago!

But what happened with Mr Rogers really happened when I was 12 – and what he did to me, and what I did for him, will always remain in my memory. This is how I learned to suck cock - even if the exact sequence and details are a bit fuzzy. After all, a lot of other cocks have been sucked since this happened!!

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Here goes with Part 2 of my early sexual memories…………

My “best friend” in the 1st-3rd year at Grammar School was Mandy (Amanda) and we went to lots of things together, including the Youth club. Our Dads used to take turns delivering and collecting us and dropping us off at our homes. One night in the summer when I was 12, nearly 13, Mr Roberts, Mandy’s Dad took her home first. He had told us that he wanted to see my Dad about something and Mandy needed to go straight home to finish some chores or something, so he took me home second. This wasn’t unusual. Anyway, we were going back the normal way to my home when he suddenly turned the car into the Sports Ground and drove round the back of the Sports Pavilion. Obviously I was a bit perplexed (not yet worried about anything) but we had been chatting away and I didn’t really think to say anything. But then he stopped the car, turned sort of sideways to me and said he wanted to ask me a question.

“Of course, what did you want to ask?”

“You’re growing up fast Jools” (the pet name for me in those days L) “Do you have a boy friend now?”

Well, now I was shocked. Your friend’s Dad shouldn’t be talking about that.

I told him I didn’t have one, which was true, and that my Mum and Dad thought I was too young to start going out with boys. He then said something corny like me being pretty or something and leaned over and kissed me! Just a gentle but firm kiss on my closed lips – but even so, it was quite a surprise.

I was not disgusted, rather I was so overwhelmed that a grown up (and my best friend’s Dad!) should want to kiss me that I didn’t really have anything to say!

I had played around with practicing kissing (once or twice with Mandy as it happened) and had sort-of kissed one of my childish “boyfriends” at a birthday party, but nothing serious or like  ‘proper’ kisses.

I assume that because I did not shout or scream or try to push him away, he must have thought I was OK with this and so his kisses became more urgent and passionate. His arm came around my shoulders and he pulled my head more firmly into his as his mouth pressed onto mine with open lips.

His big tongue came bursting out of his mouth and he put into my inexperienced mouth and soon I was learning what real “snogging” was with a man who knew just what to do. As I felt Mr Rogers pushing his tongue into my mouth I was certainly shocked: but I also have to admit that I was getting excited!

With his left arm around my shoulders pulling my mouth onto his, his right hand started to fondle my little boobies. It was summer and I still remember how I was only wearing a thin t-shirt so there was not much between my boobs and his big hands. At that age, my titties were little more than small cones, but this much older man still seemed to be excited by them and was kneading them and trying to get hold of my nipple. As my chest was so under-developed there was not much to get hold of in those days L (By the way, the next few years of nipple tweaking by men and boys changed that ! )

I assume he got frustrated by this lack of contact because he thrust his hand up under my T-shirt and pulled the cup of my training bra down over my boob. He was then able to get his big fingers around my nipple and he started to play with it. It must have been that very first time that I realised how much it turned me on to have my nipples played with like that and my breath soon became more ragged.  All this time he was kissing me hard and his tongue was playing in and out of my mouth…… by this time we were both gasping and panting.

His hand came out of my T-shirt and I sensed him fiddling with his trousers. The next thing I knew he had his hard cock out in the open and he was pulling my hand towards himself.

Of course, when he unzipped his trousers and dragged my hand down to touch his erection I was rather alarmed because it was Mandy’s father, but I was not as shocked as I might have been if I hadn’t already become very familiar with touching that part of a man’s anatomy! But I must have gasped as I felt his hard penis because he acted very excited and was mumbling about how I was going to grow up now. I had actually gasped because although I had been handling and servicing cocks for three years, this penis was much, much, bigger and thicker than either of my brothers. In fact, even allowing for my inexperience at that time (when everything would have seemed big!) I still think it was one of the larger (but not the largest J ) cocks I have ever handled.

My hand automatically slipped into the familiar stroking and squeezing motion that I had been taught over the years and Mr Rogers must have realised that this was not my first hand job!! He must have thought I was lying about not having a boy friend, because no-one else knew about how I had learned about handling cocks with my brothers.

He kissed me even harder as soon as I touched his cock and as I squeezed and stroked him he was puffing and panting into my mouth. I don’t think I stroked him for long before he broke our kiss, leaned back and increased the pressure on the back of my neck. He grasped my neck firmly in his big hand and pulled my head onto his cock. Of course, my head had been near erect cocks for some years before this and I was OK with what he wanted and so I kissed the end of it like I had done to my brothers.

But this horny adult wanted more and told me to open my mouth and suck him!

I was not going to show too much eagerness, so I reluctantly opened my mouth a little bit and just let his cock sit in my mouth. He was so thick that it really filled my mouth and I am not sure I could have done anything else other than suck the end of it anyway!  But Mr Rogers seemed to be OK with my lack of action and he stroked his own cock. He was effectively wanking himself off into my mouth.

I tried to get as much of his fat cockhead in my mouth as I could but really I suppose only a little bit of the shaft must have been in my mouth that first time. All I remember is that within a few seconds of my mouth engulfing his erection, Mr Rogers was grunting and groaning and squirming around in his car seat. The next moment my mouth was flooded with his sperm.

Because of the extensive “training” I had experienced with my brothers, I knew exactly what was happening to him, even though neither brother had ever ejaculated into my mouth itself. Even the smell and taste of semen was familiar because sometimes I use to take a little taste of my big brother’s spunk when it was left on my fingers.    Mr Rogers seemed to pump an enormous amount of semen into me and I had to struggle to keep it all in my mouth. He grunted to me that I had to swallow it so I didn’t make a mess in his car. Because he was still holding my head on his cock I had no choice anyway and so I dutifully started to swallow as it all came flooding out of the head of his cock.  With some effort I managed to take all the hot, sticky, slimy, semen that he pumped into me that first time. I gagged a bit as I took the last few mouthfuls down into my tummy because of the surprise and shock I still felt, and because there was so much liquid. But I was pleased with myself for managing to swallow all of this grown-up’s load.

That was the first time I “swallowed” and I can honestly say that I have always done so ever since - whether or not the man asked me to J

As soon as he had stopped pumping into my mouth he relaxed his iron grip on the back of my head and I was able to pull myself upright again. I remember gasping a bit and trying to swallow the last lumps of cum that were still in my mouth. As he dried his cock on a tissue and zipped himself back into his trousers, Mr Rogers told me it felt good to cum in my mouth.

“You’ve got a lot to learn about giving a good blow job, but that was good for your first time. Come on I’ll get you home” and suddenly he was all business-like. There I was, little tiny tits still out on view, a sore mouth from his hard kissing and a tummy full of adult sperm for the first time and he was completely calm. As he drove me back I tried to get myself sorted out and straightened up before we reached my house. Of course, it was a little bit awkward when we got home but he dropped me on the driveway and I think he found a reason why he could only talk to my Dad another day.

After he realised I wasn’t going to say anything about him making me suck his cock, Mandy’s Dad found lots of ways to get me alone and I always ended up sucking him off. Often he would drop Mandy off first and I would have his cock jammed deep in my mouth as we drove along the darkened streets. He preferred a blow job to a hand job because, as he pointed out, there was no mess when I swallowed all the evidence! Actually I never really objected to doing it because it was very exciting for a (now) 13 year old girl to be doing something so naughty with a 42 year old adult and it was very gratifying for me to be able to make a grown-up shudder and shake and moan out my name as he had an orgasm. And I quickly learned to enjoy the taste of adult semen pumped into my tummy. Mr Rogers (I always called him that) had semen that seemed thicker and more mature than my brothers. But that was probably my imagination because I know that teenage boys have very potent sperm !

This went on over the whole of that winter and he was very clever about finding ways to get me alone – maybe I slipped out of the house after he had called in to see my Dad and I would suck him off in the alleyway by our garage, or he would pick me up from the bus stop on a Saturday to “give me a lift into Nottingham” (by arrangement of course) or even find ways to “bump into me” on my way home from the Grammar school.  Whatever the situation that he managed to set up, it ended up with him noisily and gratefully emptying his balls into my tummy, calling me his cock-sucking little tart.  Followed by me licking and kissing him dry, and him going back to his wife and children. How romantic…. NOT !

After a few weeks of this straightforward little girl-sucks-adult’s-cock, he was keen to try some other positions and variations and he even started to give ME some pleasure.

If you want to know about the next stage of my sexual education with Mr Rogers and the other married men in the village, just let me know!!

Kisses on YOUR cock

Julia

I am now aged 35, but I have been getting turned on, having the chance to re-live being 12 and 13!!