My first taste-by Brob  (MF, Risky, MMF, teen, Cuckold)


The first time was when I was 17,  at the time I didn't know the craving that would hold into my adulthood.  But I'm getting ahead of myself here.  I was a normal high school student, played some sports though not a star, I had a girlfriend - not the hottest girl in the school though very attractive.  I was just your normal kid
 
I also had a best friend, Jeff, who was quite the jock.  Wrestling and football.   At the time I thought of him as a friend, but looking back I was probably just one of his followers.  Through him my social life was pretty active.  Parties, and more parties, always something going on.  Back in those days the drinking age was 18, so there was always a keg party to be had somewhere.
 
My girlfriend's name was Cindy.  She was small and petite, with short blonde hair.  She was a year younger and had been pretty sheltered by her parents.  I was the first guy she ever dated, or had even been alone in a car with.  For some reason her parents trusted me, or maybe she was just getting a little older and they were giving her a little more freedom.  I did spend some time with the family, a few snow ski trips, their cabin was close to ours on a nearby lake, so they knew me and liked me.  
 
But this girl was a firecracker.  She took every opportunity for sexual activity.  I had been going out with her for maybe 6 months and we had never actually had sex.  I guess more to the point, we had never fucked, but she took every opportunity to wrap her hands around my cock, or have me slide my fingers into her pussy, or just lay with her head in my lap sucking on me.  Sometimes she would stroke me under a blanket with her parents right there in the room!  She made me nervous, but was a dream at the same time.
 
Anyway, time progressed and her parents gave her a bit more freedom as they got to know me a little better.  She would just hang out with me and my friends (though she still had an 11:00 curfew).  I had to work to keep her from over-indulging the alcohol, that was the last thing I need was to take her home drunk.
 
There was one party in particular that I'll never forget.  Cindy and I were there, as was Jeff my friend.  It was early and Cindy was getting toasted already.  I didn't worry too much as there was still a fair amount of time before I had to get her home, besides, I had some plans for a little lay-by on the ride home anyway.
 
I had been outside for a bit, smoking a bit, when I came in Cindy was sitting in Jeff's lap.  They both looked up when I came in, I didn't really think too much of it at the moment.  They were both having a good time, laughing about something or another.  I collected her and we moved on through the house.
 
Cindy grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom - not necessarily something that was out of character for her.  When I closed the door she turned to me.
 
"You never told me Jeff had such a big cock"    she blurted out, maybe a bit of a slur as well.
 
I didn't know what to say to that.  Yes, he did have a reputation for being very well hung.  
 
"God, I could feel it when I was sitting in his lap, he was pushing it against me!"  
 
I was pissed!  What an asshole!    She saw it, and backpedaled a bit.  
 
"It was my  fault I guess though.  I did sit in his lap, and I might have wiggled a little" she laughed.  "Don't be mad."
 
And she kissed me, deeply, her tongue dancing into my mouth. All anger just faded, lost in that kiss. 
 
She ran her hand down the front of my jeans, wrapping her hand around my cock as it  pressed through the fabric.  She pulled me over and she sat on the edge of the tub, opening my jeans.
 
When she had me in her hand,  standing there in front of her she asked  "how big is it anyway?"
 
I was  confused for a sec, then started to get pissed again when I realized the gist of her question.
 
"Think I could do this with it?" she grinned and she slid her mouth down around my cock, taking me fully into her mouth with her nose buried up against my belly.
 
Now I'm not big, maybe 6 1/2" but Jeff,  well,  I'd only seen his cock once, but it must have been at least 8" soft.  No telling how big it was when it was hard.   
 
With my cock still in her mouth she looked up at me, the question still hanging.
 
"No way" I said  and surrendered to the warmth of her mouth.
 
"I'd love to try" she said, stroking me with her hand, my cock up against her lips.   She said it with a smile, knowing it was pissing me off, but also knowing I wasn't going to stop her.  
 
"...Wrap my hand around it like this."   God I was close to cumming but couldn't take my eyes off of her.
 
"...See how big I can get it before wrapping my lips around it."  Which is just what she did with me, stoking, licking, squeezing.  I was watching her actions, her face, her enthusiasm, and it was driving me nuts!  She knows how much I love to watch her like this.
 
"...Brian, I want you to watch me.  I want you to see it,  watch how much I can get into my mouth."  And she engulfed me, taking every bit of me easily, moaning at the same time.   The warmth, the wetness, the moan, it was too much.  I came, hard into her mouth.  I gripped her hair, knees almost buckling as I did.
 
Then she stood up, still gripping me, and with a purr in her throat gave me a kiss.  She pushed the cum into my mouth with her tongue.  She always did this, she never swallowed.  She claimed she didn't like swallowing it and we had somehow gotten into this habit.  It's not something I was comfortable with at first, but at some point decided it was well worth all that this little vixen did for me.
 
Then she left the bath, leaving me there with my pants down around my ankles.
 
Cindy is a very social girl, so she was fluttering about the party, hanging out with everyone.  She would make eye contact with me every once in a while, with a little smile on her face.  At one point, Jeff was by my side and caught me watching her.  "Cindy's looking pretty hot tonite."  He says.  
 
That kind of a comment wasn't anything out of the ordinary.  We always spoke about the girls around us, just being guys.  But Cindy's comments from earlier were still on my mind.  
 
It was time to leave and take Cindy home.  I gathered her up and motioned to Jeff to join us, I was giving him a ride home.  I was anxious to get him home and Cindy sobered up before taking Cindy home.
 
We all slid into my truck with Cindy in the middle.  Her skirt was riding a little high, her 16 year old thighs looking like creamed milk in the dim light.   Cindy had her hand in my lap, but I didn't think Jeff had noticed.  As I mentioned this is one of her specialties, she loves doing things like this with others around.   I couldn't tell you how many times she would lay in my lap, me in her mouth, as we drove down the road.  
 
"Cindy, if you keep doing that we're going to have a problem"  I hear from Jeff.  
 
I realized, she was doing the same thing to him!  I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to say.  My mind was racing,   Looking back, I could have stopped it right there, maybe.
 
Then I distinctly heard a zipper.  Her head was facing away from me.   "Oh shit" she murmurs   "I can't even get my hand around it"    
 
I'm not sure who she's talking to, or if it matters.  She turns her whole body towards Jeff, her left hand, which was on my thigh cupping my balls is gone and all I can see is her back.  I was furious, but I was also hard as a rock.
 
That's when I pulled into Jeff's parent's driveway.   I'm thinking just in the knick of time too.   He looks over at me, "turn off the truck Brian."  He wasn't asking, we wasn't really ordering me, just telling me what to do.  
 
I did.  It got silent in the cab of the truck, so when she leaned down and that moan came from Jeff's mouth it was like a cannon shot to me.  I realized I had no control.  Cindy was going to do what she wanted.  Jeff didn't give a shit, damn, how could I blame him.  
 
She slid around with her knees on the floor and I saw.  Her hand was wrapped around him, the biggest cock I had ever seen in person.  Her hand wouldn't even go all the way around it.  There was a stream of light coming in from a nearby streetlight.  
 
Her blonde hair shone in that light like honey.  She was beautiful!  She was gripping him as best she could in her hand as she looked over at me, into my eyes, for just a moment before turning and wrapping her lips around him.    I think she wanted to make sure I was  watching.
 
Jeff started talking dirty to her.  She loves this, and he was much  more graphic that I've ever been.   He talked nonstop, telling her what  a good little cocksucker she was, telling me exactly what her mouth felt like, asking me why I'd been keeping her to myself.  
 
Anyway, she got off on all this, and was attacking his cock with a vengeance.   Better than any porno I'd ever seen, she was slapping it against her face, wrapping her tongue around it, trying her best to take it into her mouth.  
 
Try as she might, she wasn't getting more than 5 or 6 inches of it in, it  was just too thick. That didn't seem to stop Jeff.  Pretty soon he took it in his hand and started to stroke.  She sat back on her haunches, between his legs on the floor of the truck and watched him.  I think she was frigging herself at the same time, but the light wasn't too good.
 
Then, she sensed it about the same time I did and knew he was close.  She leaned forward, wrapping her lips around just the head of his massive cock as he came.  He yelled out, thrust his hips up and down, I watched her eyes open wide as it filled her mouth. 
 
I had lost track of things, but realized my own cock was in my hand, and was covered in my own cum.   Then when my vision cleared the  car door was opening and Jeff stepped down, closing the door and leaving us in silence once again.
 
She reached up and put her hand on mine, looking up at me.  The unsaid question there.  "Are we OK?"  I didn't say anything, and I'm not sure what she saw in my eyes. But she raised up and moved closer, her hand sliding up the back of my neck, pulling me to her.  
 
My mouth closed on hers and I could taste it. The cum.  His cum.  Not my own this time.  She pushed it into my mouth.  It tasted different, but not bad.  We held that kiss for a long time.    That was the first night she ever said "I love you."  


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