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Anybody want to start the ball rolling? Tell us all about the first time you sucked a guy's cock?"

There was a moment's hesitation; then another. For a moment, the room was silent. Then Sandra spoke up. "Why not? But maybe we should move into one of the back rooms, call our folks to say we'll be home late... and someone should run out to the liquor store and get in some wine?"

The others looked around; a silent nod of consent passed around the room, and there was a cacophony of bleeps and clicks as a dozen cell phones hummed into action. I was astonished - nobody backed out, nobody remembered an urgent appointment and, as they hung up from their calls, nobody had been apprised of an unforeseen family emergency that demanded they rush home immediately. Patsy was already moving the chairs into the backroom suite that was normally her office; I was collecting cash from the others, to fund the liquor run. A bottle each would probably do it....

As I walked, I recalled my own first time. His name was Marty, we were at college, fooling around late one night. We'd been sleeping together for a while now, but though I'd often thought about it, I'd never actually... lying there now, my eyes were fixed on his cock, bigger now than I'd ever believed it could be, and alive with a danger I wasn't sure I could face. What if he came in my mouth... would I be able to take it? Would I choke, would I bite him... would I throw up? I wondered if I'd have any warning beforehand, if he'd say something, or maybe, I'd know from his movements. I eyed the liquid that was already oozing out of the slit in the tip of his helmet. Okay, just a little bit.

I leaned forward and let my tongue dart out to touch him; pulled it back, conscious of the long thin string of viscous liquid that now streaked my mouth to his penis. But I couldn't taste anything, so I leaned forward again and ran my tongue through the thickening pool, my mind so set on the quest-at-hand that, as Marty let out a moan of sheer pleasure, I scarcely even heard him; barely connected it with anything I had done.

The liquid danced lightly on my tongue, a delicate tang that teased, rather than tasted, and I needed more. This time my tongue swirled across the end of his cock, across the crest and then down and around, to pick off any drops of dew that might be hiding beneath the thick ridge of the head. My lips brushed his flesh... stop writhing behind me, I'm busy... I closed them over the thick end and sucked slightly, drawing that mystery juice from the depths, then taking him a little bit deeper... just a little bit more... feeling cheated as the full taste of his juices continued to elude me.

My mouth widened, stretching to accommodate the full bulk of his cock head; I felt my teeth scrape against his flesh and hoped that gasp from behind me was not one of pain. Then, just as I was convinced that I could not open my mouth any wider, there was a sudden, magical moment of release as the head of his penis slipped full into my mouth, and my lips closed over his steel-stiff shaft. "Gotcha," I thought, and my sucking grew greedier, hungrier.

I felt his hips begin to move rhythmically below me. Two can play at that game. Deliberately timing my movements to oppose his, I started moving back, using my mouth as a warm, tight pussy - only it was a pussy whose every movement I could control. Tight, then loose; gentle, then hard. I let my teeth sink into his skin in a brief nip, then pushed my tongue to the same spot as a kind of cushion. Now I could taste him, hot, sweet, salty... but it was different to before, stronger, deeper; I wondered, how many other secret flavors was this man holding back from me?

I withdrew him from my mouth; there was a satisfying "plop" as my lips released him, and another deep groan; then I wrapped my lips again across the head, concentrating all my energies, all my taste buds, on that one sensitive area, sucking, swirling, swamping him in saliva. I breathed warm air on his skin and he twitched; I held him lightly between two fingers, and smeared the end of his cock across my face, enjoying the sensation of hot moistness as it traced livid, liquid lines across my lips, cheeks and chin.

His moans and gasps were almost non-stop now, an animal backdrop to my own adventuring; I was glad he seemed to be enjoying himself, and I was shocked to realize his fingers were inside me, punching deep inside my own soaked sex, the rhythmic squelching setting up a secondary symphony behind his gasps.

Pausing for a moment, I plunged him back into my mouth, timing my own movements to match his fingers, slowing when he slowed, faster as he quickened the pace. I could feel my cunt pulse around his driving digits, as his cock moved effortlessly in and out of my mouth, and I lost myself to the exquisite motion, drinking in his hot, hard flesh and feeling for the first time the hairs on his balls brush the tip of my nose, a dainty tickle that fascinated me. I pushed my chin forward, wondering if I could reach the other hairs above his cock, and a rough scratching sensation informed me that I could. I paused, nestled my nose in the folds of his balls, resting the tip of my chin on his stomach, then I closed my teeth gently round the base of his cock, as though marking out my territory - this is mine!

Marty's fingers were still slamming me; I wondered how many he had inside me now, I felt like I was stretching further than I ever had before, but the slickness of my juices dulled any sensation beyond the most exquisite sense of pressure. I picked up my pace again, sliding up and down that long greasy pole; then, feeling my jaw tire, I slowed and concentrated back at the head, in - out; in - out; in... oh! There was no warning, or if there was, I never heard it; no tell-tale pulsing, or perhaps I never felt it. But there was no mistaking the hot, hot jet that sprayed into my mouth; that shot across my face as I jerked, startled, away; that blasted from the cock I held just inches away from my face.

For a moment I almost let it go; for a second, I felt panic stir in my stomach. But then my mind took over again, calm and analytical, questioning and curious. Gulping down the cum that was already sliding towards the back of my throat, I closed my mouth firmly over his still dribbling cock, and guided more of his flavor onto my tongue, sucking until there was none left to savor, while his hardness slowly ebbed away on my lips.

Coercion? I'd like to have seen someone try to stop me!

Sandra had already started her tale by the time I got back to the store, although Patsy whispered that I'd only missed some background... who her husband was, how she met him, that sort of thing. Now she was preparing for her wedding night, with her nose buried in a copy of Ideal Marriage, a scholarly how-to guide that was the bible of "how to do it" for most of the 20th century.

"It was going fine. And then I got to the section on genital kisses. I remember I had to read that paragraph three times before I was sure I'd not imagined it - that all the other things I'd read hadn't twisted my mind so much that I was reading ‘genital' everywhere. I don't think I was horrified, though. My feelings about sex - you have to remember, I was only 18 - were completely ambivalent; I thought of it like going to the dentist, I might not like it, I might not know what was going to happen, but it had to be done and that was all there was to it. So I might as well get on with it.

"The idea of kissing his genitals, though, wouldn't leave my mind, even when I was reading about other things. So I made up my mind... I didn't know how things were going to happen that night, or what he was expecting to happen. But I decided I'd just do it like it said in the book, whether he asked me to or not. Then, when it was over, we'd go onto the next thing..."

"You really didn't have a clue, did you?" Patsy smiled, and Sandra shook her head. "Not a clue. The most we'd ever done before we married was kiss lips. He may have squeezed my breast once, but I think it was an accident. So no, as far as I was concerned, there was a routine you had to follow - that's what Ideal Marriage seemed to be saying, and I was going to follow it.

"We went to bed and he was holding onto me immediately, pressing himself against me. I could feel his... I thought of it as his thing... pushing into my thigh, not as hot as I thought it would be, but very hard, and he was trying to direct my hand down towards with it, casually, as though he thought I wouldn't notice. So I touched it, and he groaned so loud I thought I'd hurt him - I let go and leaped back, and it took him a while to reassure me that everything was okay. I put my hand back there, and he had his hand on me... anyway, I don't need to tell you all that stuff, but finally he was trying to roll on top of me and I was trying to remember what it said in the book, that this was the climax of our love-making, and that the genital kiss should come first, so I pushed him back, and then just dived down there, held his thing as straight as I could, and kissed it.

"He swore. I'd never heard him so much as cuss before, but he almost cried out a loud goddamit, I was sure the other people in the hotel must have heard him too, but then he said ‘do that again,' so I did, and I kept on doing it, my lips pursed tightly together, hard pecks smack on the tip. A genital kiss. ‘Not so hard,' he said, so I started doing it more lightly. ‘Not so fast.' So I slowed down, and I was wondering whether I'd ever get it right, because now he wasn't making a sound. Poor man, later I realized he was wondering how to say what he actually wanted me to be doing, but of course I didn't know that, so I just kept on kissing him there, until finally he reached down and held my head still with one hand, and started pushing his thing against my mouth with the other.

"I didn't know what he was doing! My lips were tight together, and I could feel him pushing them back against my teeth, but I was so worried that I might bite him there that I didn't dare open my mouth, until the pressure was so hard that finally I had to - and there he was, inside my mouth. Not far, probably not even half an inch, and my jaw was straining around him, but now I could feel him moving his hips, and trying to rock my head up and down, and ... I don't know, it was like a light suddenly went on in my head, because this wasn't anything like I'd read in the book, but it seemed to be what he wanted, so I took a deep breath through my nose, and let him push himself in. And that was it, because suddenly he pulled out again, let out another cuss, and his stuff just came spurting out all over his hand.

"So it wasn't pleasant, it wasn't unpleasant. It was just something I did that he enjoyed. It was different later - you get to know someone, you get to know what they like, and soon I was doing it and knowing exactly what I was doing. But that was my first time - so who's next?"

Laura. Somehow I knew it would be Laura. And I knew it would be unpleasant - the brutish boyfriend who couldn't believe that she wouldn't put out, but he was willing to put up with it if she'd just do this one thing for him. So she did it, and she hated it, and just to make things worse, he didn't pull out when he came, he simply shot his load in her mouth, and then held her head down so that she didn't have any choice but to swallow it. And, of course, he dumped her the next week anyway, and the whole bitter, brief experience probably ruined the sex life of every guy she's ever dated since then.

"My first was almost like that." Patsy. "We were making out in his car, and suddenly his pants were open and it was in my hand, so... I knew what to do, I was jerking him, and wishing I'd rolled my sleeve up first, because it was a new blouse and I didn't want to get his ick all over it. Then he started pushing my head down - not hard, but insistently, and part of me was thinking ‘oh God, he wants me to do that,' and the other part was, ‘well, maybe it won't be so gross," so I let him.

"But then I got cold feet and thought, ‘well, I don't want it in my mouth,' so I did it like Sandra, I just started kissing him, and then I thought I'd lick him for a change, and Christ, I thought I was going to cum there and then, because it suddenly flashed into my mind what I was doing, a really vivid mental picture of my tongue running up this huge... well, I thought it was huge... shaft, and I could see the colors of his helmet, and there was that wonderful smell, and I just wanted to coil my tongue around and around. I still didn't want him inside my mouth, but I wanted my mouth all around him, licking his cock and his balls, and he was going wild, gasping and swearing, and saying my name over and over, and how much he loved me, and no-one had ever done it like this before... which probably wasn't quite the right thing to say, because I didn't want to think that anyone had ever done this to him before.

"Which is when I had this really weird thought, wondering if I could give him a hickey on it. So I tilted my head, and got him between my teeth, about halfway down, and I started to suck as hard as I could, until I could taste the blood coming to the surface. I was rubbing his balls with my free hand, and when he came, it was so funny because, there I'd been worrying about my new blouse, I'd completely forgotten my hair, which I'd only had done that afternoon. I don't know if you've ever tried to get great globs of dried cum out of a your hair, but it's not easy. Even in the shower, it just got stickier, I ended up having to cut it out with nail scissors. But I'll tell you one thing. That hickey was still there a week later!"

My story was next, in all its greedy, greasy detail and, as I looked around the group to see who would go next, I really wasn't sure if that was shock or envy that I saw flash back from at least four pairs of eyes. But when Madeleine cleared her throat, I knew that anything I'd had to say on the subject was about to be placed firmly in the shade.

You only had to look at Madeleine to know that she was man-eater, in every sense of the word. She had one of those mouths that was simply made to swallow cock, and the kind of body that made every cock want to be swallowed. Just walking down the road with her, as I sometimes did after book club, every guy on the street would turn to look at her, while she kept up a running commentary, just loud enough for me to hear, on why she would, or wouldn't, go home with each of them.

"I used to practice on bananas."

She paused. "Really, before I ever had a guy, I used to practice on bananas. I'd peel ‘em back and see how far down my throat I could stick one. The first wet dream I ever had, I was blowing the guy next door, and when I did start dating, I almost went mad waiting for him to make the first move, just so I could get him in my mouth.

"None of the other stuff interested me. I didn't care about losing my virginity, or having my tits felt, or my pussy licked. I just wanted to suck a cock and it was ridiculous, because you'd think every guy in the world would have been queuing up at my door, but I went through four boyfriends before I even got my hands down somebody's trousers. And when it did finally look like happening, the idiot got so excited so quickly, that he'd cum all my hand before I'd even got his pants down.

"Anyway, one night I was babysitting for a family down the road. They just wanted me to stay until their older kids got home... they'd gone to a party or something, there was a boy who was about a year older than me, and his sister who was a couple of years younger. And the boy offered to walk me home - he didn't know I only lived about five doors away, so I took him in the opposite direction entirely, and we wound up on the soccer fields, it was pitch black, and we just started fooling around. Not kissing or anything, more like wrestling - he'd grabbed my wrap and started running off with it, and I caught him, and we were on the ground, he was sitting on my chest, pinning me down, and I was trying to get him off me, by tickling his ribs.

"He was squirming, and pushing forward, his crotch was right in my face, and that was when I noticed that he was H-A-R-D., hard. Now, I should mention that it was early summer, and really warm, so all he had on down there was a pair of shorts, so this was a real tent-pole sticking out, and I thought, ‘well, it's halfway there anyway,' so I just opened my mouth and in he went.

"It was nothing like I'd expected. A lot bigger, for a start. Fatter. I'd never found a banana that thick, so that surprised me. And it tasted different as well, I'd never really thought about what a cock would taste like, I just assumed that it would be a lot like any other part of the body, your arm or something, so that surprised me as well, although not as much as I surprised him. I think it took him a moment or two to realize precisely what was happening, but suddenly he was ‘what are you doing?"

"Now, you all know that it's impossible to speak with something that big in your mouth, so I just made a muffled mmpphh-mmpphhh sort of sound, and held on a little tighter in case he tried to pull away - which he did, because I think he was getting a little scared now, in case I bit it off, maybe, or didn't know what I was doing and might freak out when I found out.

"So I let go and said, ‘what do you think I'm doing? If you're going to go round sticking things like that in people's faces, what do you expect to happen?' That completely threw him, so while he was thinking about it, I just reached in and popped his tackle out of one of his shorts legs, then put it back in my mouth.

"The problem was, he was so big that I couldn't do anything once it was in there, I couldn't suck, I could barely move my tongue, I just lay there with him sticking in there. So I took hold of his hips and started swaying him back and forth, until I could feel him sliding in and out. And, of course, he figured that out very quickly. He leaned forward, with his hands on the ground, and started fucking my mouth.

"He was so gentle about it, and as my muscles began to relax, I found I could do all sorts of little tricks, little sucks and nips, and he was moving faster and faster, and it was so smooth, my eyes were closed and this really was the best thing I'd ever felt in my entire life, the happiest I'd ever been, just lying there with him moving in and out of me. My lips were tracing the little bumps and veins on his prick, and the ridge, and the smooth curve, it was everything I'd ever dreamed it could be and more.

"I didn't ever want it to end, even when my mouth started aching, but of course it had to, he was thrusting harder and harder, until suddenly he jerked himself out and, in the same instant, I felt his cum whip across my cheeks and my lips, which was great because that's the one thing I'd never actually figured out how to handle... I know now, of course, but back then, I really wasn't sure, I figured I'd just deal with it when it came. If you'll pardon the pun.

"I licked a little off my lips, and I wasn't sure about the taste, so I wiped the rest off with my hand, and smeared it on the grass, while he just collapsed in a heap beside me, panting. It was so funny, he was completely exhausted, and it was ages before he even opened his eyes again, let alone said anything."

"So what did he say?" Laura asked.

"I really can't remember," Madeleine replied. "I was too busy wondering how long it would take him to get it up again."

"And talking of the time," Patsy interrupted, "I don't know whether any of you ladies have noticed, but it's gone 10 o'clock. So, I suggest we convene an emergency meeting of the book club for the same time next week, and maybe we can pick up where tonight's left off?"

There was a chorus of affirmatives as everybody rose, and began picking up their things. I looked around. Pretty much the entire stock of wine had gone - there were going to be some well-toasted women rolling home this evening, and I hoped their husbands, boyfriends, partners, whoever, would be in the mood to appreciate them. I saw Madeleine nod goodbye as she went out the door, then felt a hand on my arm as another girl, Sarah, sidled over. Cute, slender, 19, maybe 20. I'd never really spoken to her very often, didn't know anything about her aside from the fact she rarely had a harsh word to say about anything she read. "A bit of a doormat," had been Madeleine's snap summary, but I thought that maybe she was just shy. Well, tonight would surely have broken the ice for her... wouldn't it?

"Will you be back next week?" I asked.

She nodded. "Only I don't really have a story to tell. Not that sort of story, anyway."

Her hand was still on my arm. Interesting. I placed a hand on hers, and began walking out of the store. She didn't pull away. "So what sort of story do you have?"

"Well, I don't even know if it'd be appropriate to tell, because there won't be any boys in it."

"Okay. So, girls?" I tried to catch her eye, but she was too quick. "There's no girls either. Not yet, anyway."

"So, you have a story, but no characters; you have what you think is a beginning, but no end...." Our hands were still touching on my arm. I'd never even considered she might be gay; had always assumed there'd be a Mister Mouse waiting around at home for her. Apparently not. "Well, if you don't have any other plans tonight, maybe I might be able to help you fill in some of the blanks?"

We were almost at my car. I felt her hand twist a little to clasp my fingers. "I'd love that... if you'd like?"

"I'd love that too," I told her and, as I stopped to grope for my keys in my bag with one hand, I pulled her gently towards me and kissed her. "Very much."

She was right. It probably wouldn't make an appropriate story for next week's book club. But one day she'll tell it to somebody, and all I have to do is make sure it's worth repeating....

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