When I was a teenager I read a lot about sex. I was very curious about boys and wanted to know everything about them; the way they thought, about their bodies, what got them turned on.

One thing I have learned growing up is that most books don't really tell you all that much about "how to" do things. Life experience is what really counts in most things, and that's what brings me to my story...

The person who taught me the most about erotic sex was a very close friend who lived in the my apartment building. Her name was Donna. Her and her husband Andy were real true-life swingers before my boyfriend and I met them.

It didn't take very long before they were getting a little bored in our small town, and Donna sought me out as a potential kindred soul.

It wasn't long before our first sexual encounter; being a highly sexed person myself, I was quickly aroused by all the stories that Donna told me about their experiences back in the big city.

Our first real encounter started out with just Donna and myself, but turned into something that changed the way I looked at sex. Until that time I'd only had sex with three other people in my life and they had all been men.

My first time was with a boy in high school when I was a junior; he was a senior and at the time I thought he was a god. It's funny how innocent one can be when they have nothing to compare with.

The second boy was a freshman, when I was a senior, he was so nice and so beautiful, he easily seduced me. I think we were in bed screwing within the first week that we met each other in South American Policy Club.

He was from Chile and was a real Latin lover type, but unfortunately he also brought that macho South American thing along with him. We finally broke up when I was finding it hard to breathe with him always looking over my shoulder.

The last lover I had was Alan -- my current man. He's seven years older than me and is a true hunk of a guy. He's very much an outdoors person, and his muscles are so smooth and hard I can't keep my hands off of him. I just love to feel up his body, it so much fun.

That brings me back to the reason that I'm writing this story. Even though Alan and I have great sex most of the time, and I define great sex as "rip roaring forget everything except about each other's bodies" kind of sex. My only problem was that I didn't give my boy- friend very good head. I didn't even know it until I met Donna and Andy, I guess I thought that men didn't "get off" by oral sex because none of mine ever had when I was doing it to them.

About two months after Donna and Andy moved into our apartment building, I had my first real lesson and experience with erotic sex. Donna seduced me and had sex with me. I know that this must sound really perverted and shocking to most people, but looking back I still don't have any regrets.

Donna is a beautiful woman, I'd say she's in her mid-30s compared to my 20 years, and she obviously was much more knowledgeable about everything pertaining to sex.

We were in my apartment browsing the swinger sites on the Internet as we had become used to doing -- because Donna liked to check out her old haunts.

Well one thing led to another and she had her hands on my thighs, then the next thing I knew we were on my bed with her face firmly pressed between my legs.

To say that I was surprised about this turn of events is putting it mildly. Although Donna had from time to time gotten me aroused with some of her stories, I'd always directed my fantasy's toward the men she'd had sex with. When she would tell me about her female partners I was always a little embarrassed and nervous.

But on that night, my boyfriend had been away for almost a week and for some reason I hadn't relieved myself manually all that week. So when Donna started feeling me up, I just let it happen. That's not to say that I wasn't pretty conflicted by it all, but at the same time I was so aroused that there was no way I was going to stop her.

And besides, it was so wonderfully sexy to actually have another woman seduce me like that. She was so urgent about her needs, and she was giving me feelings that up until then only my boyfriends had been able to do.

Donna knew just what buttons to push and exactly how to push them. She quickly drove me into a sexual frenzy like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

As I lay in her arms breathing heavily, recovering from the best orgasm of my life; that's when the subject came up. She had her arms wrapped around me from behind, spooning me with her body, idly fingering one of my nipples as we quietly talked about what we'd just done.

Donna was telling me about the techniques that she had used on me, when the subject of blowjobs crept into the conversation. She asked me if I liked doing it to my boyfriend, and if it made me horny to give him a blowjob.

Normally I'd be embarrassed to talk to another woman about oral sex with my boyfriend, but after what we'd just shared I felt comfortable telling Donna just about anything.

I said that I liked the way Alan responded to my oral efforts. I told her that I loved to see him writhing around under me, that I always felt so in control, and that we'd always have great sex afterwards. Then Donna asked me if I liked the taste of his come.

Not really thinking much about her question, I responded that he'd never actually come in my mouth. Donna seemed surprised and as we talked about it some more she made it plain to me that a good blowjob "always" ends in the man coming. She went on to assure me that if he doesn't come then the BJ wasn't a good one.

I was totally blown away by this information. I believed that Donna knew what she was talking about, and I was suddenly worried about what Alan really though about my oral talents.

I confided my worry to Donna then and there. I love my man, and I want to be the best I can possibly be for him, and up until then I thought I had been. Obviously I had been laboring under an elusion at least about my abilities in the oral sex department.

I sat up, pulling myself from Donna's smooth warm arms and asked intently if she would tell me how to give good head. I assured her that I had the will to do it right and that I'd be eternally grateful if she'd im- part her knowledge to me on the subject.

Donna looked up at me with a smile on her lovely face, reaching up to fondle my breasts, bringing back the memory of our recent sex. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her hands as they moved over my breasts, then as they moved down my stomach I lay back on the bed to accept whatever she had in mind for me.

As Donna's hands ran over my body, driving me crazy with sensations of pleasure, she began to tell me how to give oral sex to a man.

I listened to her in an increasingly aroused state; my whole body would shiver in lustful delight every time she ran her hand quickly between my legs to rub my most sensitive spot.

Even though I was grooving on Donna's hand job, I sat up when to my shock she suggested that I watch her give Andy head.

At first, I was totally grossed out. Even though I think of myself as a potential voyeur, I've never done anything like that unless you consider watching boys playing volleyball on the beach, or sticking around after cheerleading practice to watch the guys exercise on the field. And doing a little fantasizing.

But this was totally a different kettle of wax. I sputtered a bit and asked if she was really serious, did she really mean that she wanted me to watch them?

Donna just smiled at me and said, "Yes I'd like that." And then, she went on to say that she was sure that Andy would enjoy it too.

After several more minutes, she had me convinced that it was necessary to watch her do it if I wanted to really learn how to give Alan good head.

I was still hesitant, even more so when Donna told me that I shouldn't tell Alan about it. She thought that the best plan of action was for me to learn how to do it, and then to surprise him with my new talent.

When I finally said that I would do what she wanted, I was shocked to see her reach over and pick up the bed- side phone. She was calling Andy, right now! He was coming over right now!

I jumped up looking for my discarded shorts and T-shirt. Donna watched me as I hurriedly dressed, all the time talking quietly to Andy on the other end of the phone.

Donna hung up and rolled over on her back and looked up at me smiling. Gwad, she was beautiful! I like my body just fine, and have always been happy with what I see reflected back at me in the mirror, but Donna... she was stunning.

I'm what you could call a self-made woman, because when I was small I was a little over weight. But when I hit the summer after sixth grade, I started to run and work on shaping my body. I was tired of being slightly pudgy -- and by the time school started that Fall, I was a "different" person starting middle school.

I just loved that year, all the boys were falling all over themselves to be nice to me. All of a sudden I wasn't just some pudgy kid in class, I was sought after by both the boys and girls.

That year I started doing all kinds of extra curricular stuff at school, joining clubs and even got a spot on the coveted Panthers cheerleading squad! I was actually invited, I didn't even have to try out.

But Donna, being 30-something had the maturity and luscious lines that I was still seeking. As she lay there on my bed exposed to my view, I realized that she was proud to show off her body to me.

I could see that she had a lot to be proud of, she had one of those Loni Anderson bodies that most of us dream about every once in a while. (Usually when we have to be seen at the beach in a skimpy bikini.)

She had shaved her pubic hair into a neat little triangle and she looked so well put together that I was momentarily embarrassed that she had seen my body naked. But I stopped worrying about that when Donna asked me to sit beside her.

I didn't hesitate and did as she asked. We had a new relationship, she was sort of my mentor now, and I trusted her, I think at that moment with my body's still vivid memory of the pleasure that she had given it, I was a little in love with her. (Yes I know that sounds strange, but you don't know Donna.)

I only resisted for a moment when Donna reached up with one arm and pulled my face to hers. As she drew me close I had the impression of perfect tits jiggling as she flexed her arm, wonderfully full lips slightly open as she pulled me closer and closer.

I still remember the liberating feeling that I had when our lips met for that first time. I love to kiss, but up until then I had always reserved my passion for guys. I'd kissed girls before, but only as friends or family, and had never had any sexual thoughts while doing it.

This was different! These lips had just been at my pussy, these lips had just given me the most incredible orgasm of my life. I devoured them, I bit those lips, I sucked on them, I probed them with my tongue, pressing mine against them, reveling in the heightened arousal that was flooding through my entire body.

We lay there, me on top of this naked beauty. Me taking the aggressive position as I caressed her perfect breasts, kneading them gently in my passion for her. My mind was numb, I had relinquished my rational self to the moment, to the sensations that Donna was giving me in her passive acceptance of my kisses.

Then to my horror, I heard clapping behind us. Face burning bright red, I jerked away from Donna and looked up, unable to breathe for a moment as I looked into Andy's deep brown eyes.

Andy looks like he could have been Sam Neil's twin brother (you know, that actor from New Zealand). I've always found him attractive, and even though he was almost 40, I still wondered secretly what he'd be like in bed.

But at that moment I was totally humiliated, my arousal completely gone, the wetness that only moments before was a fire in my groin, was cooling and the feeling was now guilt, not lust.

Donna moaned with disappointment when I pulled my lips away from hers. She complained that Andy had interrupted our fun and that all men were such stumblebums as she grumpily sat up to accept her husbands' smile.

Andy good naturally accepted the blame, and admitted that he should have kept quiet, but that Donna had been the one to call him over, not the other way around.

All the time Andy was looking at me.

I felt really self-conscious, it looked like his eyes were locked onto my lips, the lips that had just a moment ago been dominating his wife's.

God, I was embarrassed!

But my embarrassment about kissing Donna was quickly replaced by my shock as Andy made ready to pull his denim shirt off head and unbuckled his belt. I wanted to run out of the room, I involuntarily said, "Hey wait a minute," and stood ready to leave my own apartment in my confusion.

Andy stopped with his hands in place to shove his pants down over his hips, and looked at me with questioning eyes.

Donna reminded me why Andy was there, and that it would be difficult -- to say the least -- to perform oral sex on him with his clothes on.

I wasn't so sure now that I wanted to watch this, but Andy seemed to think that Donna had resolved everything with her statement of fact, and pushed his pants and underwear down with one quick movement.

I was standing beside the bed when he stepped out of his pants. Andy's was the fourth cock that I'd ever seen in my life ...well, at least the fourth one that I'd seen hard.

Despite myself, I was fascinated by it. His was different than the three I'd seen before, those had pretty much all looked alike. But Andy's was at least an inch longer and the mushroom head was more pointed and sleeker than I was used to.

I'm sure that my face turned red again as I noticed Andy looking at me looking at his cock so intently. He held his arms out away from his sides and turned around slowly for me, I remember thinking that he had an awfully nice looking body.

I also remember guiltily thinking that I hoped Alan would look as good as Andy did when he hit 40.

But the time for reflection was over, Donna told her husband again why he was there and Andy's smile grew bigger as he sat next to his naked wife on my bed and hugged her tightly.

He said that he was looking forward to this more than usual, that having a pretty young lass as an audience made it all that much better.

I was embarrassed when he added that his wife was the best cocksucker anyone could wish for. I looked at Donna for her reaction to that rude remark, but all she did was to lick her lips with a look of anticipation on her beautiful face.

I watched, mesmerized as Donna got down on her knees between her husband's open legs. I was fascinated by the moves that Donna made, she gently held his balls in one hand and continuously rolled them between her fingers as she started to lick his stiff penis, lapping at it like a female dog in heat. (I'm sorry, but that's what it reminded me of.)

I was super-nervous at this point. Here I was, watching something that usually was done in the privacy of one's own bedroom. I'm no prude, believe me, and I've had all the fantasies that everyone else has, but to actually stand there and watch a husband and wife "doing it" in front of me was kind of strange to say the least!

But at the same time, when I saw Donna finally bob her head over Andy's boner I was amazed that she bottomed out right up to the root on the first thrust. Andy had to be somewhere between seven and eight inches in length, which I realized that he would have just about killed me if I'd have done that to him.

But to my increasing amazement, Donna started to move on and off of his now slick erection as she actually fucked her husband in and out of her throat. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I hadn't realized that people could actually do it that way.

Then Donna pulled off of her husband's stiff cock and sat back on her heels. She looked up at me with this really sluttish grin on her lovely face that made me giggle. She giggled with me and licked her lips to show me how much she was enjoying herself.

I couldn't contain myself any more and asked enthusiastically how she was able to do that deep throat thing so easily.

Normally a naked man sitting there would have intimidated me, but for some reason I kind of felt like Andy was a prop more than a guy. Maybe it was because Donna was talking about the technical aspects of deep throating and that Andy was just sitting there letting his wife touch him here and there to make her points.

Donna explained that one must align her throat with the man's cock, and that the best way to start out is to lay on a bed with your head hanging over the edge as the man steps up and sticks it in. Donna cautioned me that you had to really trust the guy, because he could also start thrusting fast and deeply and choke a novice.

I made lots of mental notes.

The other "approved" way was the way they were doing it. The man sitting down with the woman on her knees. It required that the guy's weenie had to bend a little, but this way the woman could control the action better.

Then the bombshell... Would I like to try it?

I was offended at first. What was Donna asking me? Sure this whole thing was exciting, and yes I guess I had already cheated on my man with her, if you can really call being with another woman cheating on a man.

But to suck on her husband was out of the question. That *would* be cheating! But all I said was that I just wanted to watch, not actually do it. That I'd try it later with Alan.

Donna laughed at me, and told me that I was acting like a child, that we were adults and wouldn't I like to surprise Alan with a really great blowjob when he got home.

She went on to say that if I had the talent, I could learn to deep throat in one lesson, that it was technique and the ability to control one's gag reflex, and if I could do that then I'd really surprise Alan.

I was still protesting as Donna slowly uncoiled from the floor at her husband's feet and lithely stood in front of me.

She gripped my shoulders and pulled me into a deep kiss. I felt her luscious lips against mine and my knees felt weak and my desire began to burn brightly again. I realized that I really did want to experience Andy's cock, but that it was convention that stood in my way.

After a thrilling moment, the deepest most passionate kiss I have ever experienced with man or woman -- Donna pulled her lovely lips away and whispered in my ear, "You've just spent a full minute, kissing and sucking on the lips that have been wrapped around Andy's cock. How do you feel about that?"

I looked back into her shining eyes as a crafty smile widened her wonderful lips. In that moment, we were like sisters -- smiling impishly at each other. Then Donna gently pressed on my shoulders, indicating that I should kneel before her.

As if losing my will I followed my instincts and knelt down in front of her. I was looking at her little triangle of neatly shaved pussy fur, and for some reason I can't even explain today, I started to lap at it. I remember the feeling of her short trimmed pubic hair against my tongue as I lapped from bottom to top, over and over again. She tasted like strawberries.

Then inspiration struck me, and I remembered how she had played with my clit in that special way, with her tongue. I decided then and there to see if I could get her off in front of Andy. I must have been out of my mind, but the very idea of doing it in front of someone else thrilled me.

I buried my face in Donna's crotch and was rewarded with a gasp of surprise and then a sigh of pleasure. I began to swirl the tip of my tongue around her nub, faster and faster while holding her firmly to me by her butt cheeks. Soon I was satisfied that she wasn't going to pull away, as a matter of fact she was grinding her pussy against my face as I probed her with my tongue.

The feeling of her slick pussy flesh against my mouth was so sexy, I knew exactly how she felt as I held her trembling body close. Then when she started to groan and her body jerked with each swirl of my tongue, I knew that Donna was ready to come.

I pushed my lips firmly against her clit and sucked it in, all the time swirling my tongue around and around the sensitive skin of her love nub. After no more than 10 seconds of this Donna's legs started to tremble then -- almost in slow motion she crumpled onto the edge of the bed beside her husband. I didn't let go, she was begging me to stop with one breath, then in the next she'd command me to do it harder.

I had Donna crying by the time I was finished with her. She lay there sobbing on the floor against the bed. I crawled up next to her and hugged her hard and asked if I had done it right. Of course I knew I had, but I wanted her to tell me anyway.

Choking a bit on her words, Donna said, "Yes, god, yes!" and she rolled over on her side as I watched her beautiful body curl up in a sort of fetal position. I could see her reddened pussy lips poking through from between her pulled up legs from behind as she hugged herself. I have to admit I was tempted to have another go. She had tasted like strawberry's the whole time, and I love strawberries!

I made another mental note to ask her about that.

But a hand gently touching my arm interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see Andy's intense brown eyes undressing me mentally. I was beyond caring about convention now. I stood up and pulled my T-shirt off over my head, shaking my long blonde hair back into place defiantly. Then as I stared into Andy's eye's I slipped my shorts down and stepped out of them.

I made a third mental note to start shaving my pubic hair after seeing Donna's. I wanted to look like her, and it was just so sexy. But Andy didn't seem to mind that I wasn't trimmed, his eyes were bugging out as he ogled me.

I stood there proudly showing off my body to him. Even Donna was watching now. I performed a couple of turns to show my body off some more before dropping to my knees in front of Andy.

I looked at his huge cock only inches away from my face now. It looked so hot, so masculine, I had to feel it. Reaching out; touching it elicited a moan of pleasure from Andy, he was so turned on by my little performance with his wife I thought that he probably wouldn't last very long.

That brought me up short for a moment. If he was this horny, that meant that he'd probably come in my mouth. How did I feel about that? I'd never really tasted come before, and shouldn't it be my boyfriend's the first time?

But when Donna knelt behind me and began to finger me, I knew that I didn't want to stop now. I wanted to experience this more than just about anything. I tentatively kissed the head of his juicy cock. He'd been oozing pre-come for a while and I took the big clear drips that were running down his mighty shaft and smoothed the fluids all over it, loving the feeling of his slick covered skin against my fingers.

Apparently Andy was enjoying himself too, because he was moaning and groaning as I slowly jacked on his magnificent boner. But the moment of truth was coming now. I knew from Andy's reactions that I couldn't wait much longer, so I closed my eyes and lined my mouth and throat up with his stupendous dick and pushed it into my mouth.

I felt the smooth skin of his shaft against my lips, it was a wonderful sensation, and then I began to swirl my tongue around and under the head of his cock, just like Donna had instructed. Taking a deep breath, I sank down on his cock until I felt the smooth flesh of his cock-head at the back of my throat.

Donna was right beside me, I could hear her voice as if she were whispering in my ear, "Relax your throat honey, swallow, pretend that you are swallowing, and the gag reflex should calm down soon."

She was right, I pushed further down on Andy's cock and to my amazement, I felt his pubic hairs tickling my nose. I shoved harder against him burying him all the way into my throat, and I swallowed, and kept swallow- ing.

I heard Donna's soft voice in my ear, "Breathe through your nose, keep the swallowing action going."

I did, but finally I needed more air than I could get from just breathing through my nose, and Donna's insistent rubbing of my clit from behind was driving me wild. I could feel her breasts rubbing against my back as she leaned over me to watch me take her husband's cock.

As I pulled back off Andy's cock, at first I could feel the head popping out of my throat, it felt like it had been sealing the passageway, but it couldn't have because I had been able to breathe somewhat.

As his wonderful manly cock came into the open air of the bedroom, he moaned in disappointment, almost like a baby boy who had been momentarily deprived of its mother's milk.

I instantly felt guilty and took his stiff cock in my hand and sank my lips down over him again. This time I could feel the texture of his smooth cock sliding all the way back into my throat easily.

At the moment that he slid home, I experienced my own orgasm. Donna had pushed several fingers at once into my sopping pussy and was twiddling my clit with her thumb. The feel of Andy's penis lodged in my throat and Donna's expert manipulation, pushed me over the precipice.

As my body convulsed, I guess my swallowing action must have increased and this caused Andy to relieve his tension, which could have killed me then and there, but for Donna's quick thinking.

She must have realized from Andy's expression that he was going to come. As he groaned, Donna pulled me away from his throbbing dick.

At the moment that the head his cock cleared the opening of my throat, his first spurt of come filled my mouth. If Donna hadn't pulled me away just before, I'd probably have breathed Andy's come down my windpipe. I was so excited by my own orgasm, and the whole experience that I wasn't controlling my breathing.

I watched as Andy spurted his come out into the air, it seemed that everything had slowed down as his hot pungent come splattered onto my upturned face.

When the first glob hit my nose, I jerked in surprise but by the time his last string of molten love hit my breast, Donna and I where sharing what had first filled my mouth, in another even more passionate kiss.

As it turned out I learned how to deep throat a man, tasted my first come, and had sex with a gorgeous woman all in one afternoon.

Quite a day, don't you think?