Age of Innocence - My Story

[Sancus]

Part 1 - Prologue

Perhaps it is the exciting tales shared freely by the bros and sis here that spur me on. Perhaps it is my mid-life crisis and the hankering for good old days. Perhaps it is just plain arousing to share lurid details without compromising the relevant parties. Here’s my story.

I have always been partial to SYTs. When I was younger, SYTs were fair game. Now, I am just a dirty old man, and reminiscing about SYTs with a raging hardon is my only game (Yup, the tool is still in fine working condition). Sigh! I especially remember my first gf.

My first gf was the quintessential SYT – Pretty, cute, and an ever ready smile. Her sweet and innocent looks belied her ways with men as you will see when the story unfolds. She has fair porcelain-like skin and I do not recall ever seeing her with pimples.

She spoke well and has a girlish laughter. Not sure if it was Freudian Regression but she lapsed to Singlish only when she wanted to “manja” or do something “dirty”. Did not matter to me anyway as she always turned me on each and every time. One favourite that has forever etched in my mind - “Bluff bluff say you rape me,” she once cooed.

Her breasts were soft and firm, filling up my hands entirely. I also remember her long and slender legs that seem to go on and on forever, finally ending at her perky butt. No doubt a by-product of her earlier days in school as a school runner. I am drooling again at the thought of her lithe and nubile body.

She has an alluring light scent, not from perfume or shampoo. She always smelled nice. Did I mention that she was also near hairless, other than a sparse patch on her Mons Venus? I guess I can go on describing her forever but the story of my joy, and my trials and tribulations will start.

It was a dark and stormy night….

[Sancus]

I had originally meant to leave the imagination to you but I was so captivated by the Taiwanese actress Wang Xin Ru, who is currently appearing on the Channel 8 Chinese Drama "Joys of Life". My first gf looked remarkably like her.

I managed to pull a picture of Wang Xin Ru with a school background, presumably when she was younger. Alas, I do not know how to post it here. Any bro or sis can teach me?

[bigmannow]

AM i the first to camp here ?

[callmebad]

wah ! big things always happened on a stormy night?!
reminds me of those long time ago black-and-white Cantonese movies:p

[michin]

Keep going~

[cygnet]

Please carry on. Thanks

[alan0338]

camp here ... :D

[power88]

I managed to pull a picture of Wang Xin Ru with a school background, presumably when she was younger. Alas, I do not know how to post it here. Any bro or sis can teach me?

Is this the 王心如 you are referring?

http://www.askactor.com/singer/Wang_Xin_Ru/

Wahz, very pretty sia ur first gf :p

Camping here for more..pls continue..:)

[Sancus]

Is this the 王心如 you are referring?

http://www.askactor.com/singer/Wang_Xin_Ru/

Wahz, very pretty sia ur first gf :p

Camping here for more..pls continue..:)

Yes, she is the one but the "Joys of Life" portrayal looks more like my first gf. If you google for images under "Mediacorp Joys of Life", she appears in a blue off-shoulder dress and a floral dress with a headband. I like!


wah ! big things always happened on a stormy night?!
reminds me of those long time ago black-and-white Cantonese movies:p

Absolutely! I especially love the shot of a single rose stalk being pelted with rain. As each petal fell, the music rose in crescendo. Standard scene whenever a girl is drugged then raped.

[Sancus]

Part 2 – Where it all began

“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in Singapore that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.” Just kidding. :D

It was indeed raining cats and dogs that night. I was invited to a good friend’s 16th birthday party at a nice bungalow along Bukit Timah Road. The festive mood within made up for the dreary night without. I moved around and did the usual round of greetings and small talk. Then, this vivacious girl caught my eye.

I quickly introduced myself and managed to get her attention away from the other guys. Soon, May was laughing at my stupid jokes and silly stories. I just loved her spontaneity and friendliness. I was rather pleased with myself until the birthday boy, Bill, popped up. “So, I see I don’t need to introduce my girlfriend to you,” said Bill.

My heart sank. I thought Bill had a different but now presumably ex-gf. I mumbled something to both of them and excused myself. Living up to the Bro Code meant I should not “potong jalan”.

I headed to the bar counter, took a few shots of brandy and became as moody as the sky outside. Alcohol was freely available in Bill’s and my home then. Both he and I started drinking very young, having started with sips from our parents’ glasses.

A few days later, Bill called to ask me on a double date. He mentioned that May specifically asked for me and she would be bringing a friend. Bro Code notwithstanding, the thought of seeing May again had me blurted out an immediate, “Yes!”

“I must have left a very good impression on her,” I thought to myself. Feeling very pleased with myself, I made a mental note to get home early on Saturday after ECA.

[1bbcd5]

Please carry on.

[DreamOfLust]

camping here

[pussyslime3]

awesome story!!! camping here

[ObamaRocks]

Camping here, please carry on bro

[uxorious]

A fabulous story. Thanks for sharing.

[Sancus]

Thanks for the support! It will be a slow build up as it will give more context to the story. Part of the excitement is in the chase. ;)

[Sancus]

Part 3 – M&M's

We arranged to meet at McDonalds along Orchard Road on that Saturday evening. For the youngsters here, it was at Liat Towers where Wendy’s is now located. Don’t laugh. It was one of the cool hangout places for students back then.

May was her bubbly self and she wasted no time introducing her friend, Meg. “Cute! M&M’s,” I remarked as I shook Meg’s hand. A few groans and dry laughter ensued.

Meg was shy. She did not look me in the eye. Suddenly, I remembered seeing her during Bill’s birthday party or what little of her. She was literally hiding behind May throughout the party. I thought Meg looked pretty but uninteresting. She did not raise my interest either at McDonalds, being so utterly quiet and boring. Nevertheless, she was my date that night and I had to be a gentleman.

By now, some of you may have guessed that, like all those corny thin-plot soap operas on TV, the girl who did not interest me was actually going to be my first gf. And you are right! “But, but, but…. She did not match your earlier descriptions,” you may say. And you are right again!

It was certainly neither love nor lust at first sight. You see, in those days, “good girls” did not flaunt their assets so openly. Their party wear could be easily worn to Church on Sundays. I did not get to see and feel Meg’s assets until later. Over the years, Meg grew more radiant as she became more confident of her sexuality – in no small part due to our gradual exploration and discovery of each other’s body and desires.

There was no Internet then and porn was not readily available to a young buck like me. It was a steep but very pleasurable learning curve. I am sure bros out there of the same vintage would have similar experiences and would agree with me. At times I wonder if I was responsible for cultivating the devil in Meg.

A slight digression here. I remember a mousy-looking girl for a classmate in JC. She was totally forgettable until I met her again at work some years later. That day, I came in office late and saw this pretty and elegantly dressed new marketing executive a few seats away from me. Not wasting any time, I swaggered towards her direction and was rewarded with a bright smile. Conscious that I was not God’s gift to women, I quickly looked down to check if I had forgotten to zip up my pants.

Turned out she remembered me very well, including some of my antics in JC. Damn! I rushed home later and pulled out my JC yearbook to run an ID verification. She was there but the picture I found bore little resemblance to the hot chick I just met at work. She was so hot that I fantasized getting into her skirt every day at work. A little about her later into the story.

I forgot to mention – Meg was 15 and I was 16 then. That fateful night, Meg surprised me with what “good girls” can do to “good boys”, even on our first date. :p

[Foggiares]

thanks for sharing.

[earnest]

Young and tender. Thanks for sharing.

[eeemen]

Young love, those were the days eh bros! Looking forward to more! Cheers ................

[sean69]

[U]
I forgot to mention – Meg was 15 and I was 16 then. That fateful night, Meg surprised me with what “good girls” can do to “good boys”, even on our first date. :p

she fingered your ass? :D ..

please continue..nice build up ..

[Yardstick]

I have to admit that TS has produce an excellent piece of reading material here using rarely seen phases in the course of sharing his experiences with us.

Would you, any chance, be from one of the "English" boy schools from the 70s and early 80s?

[tiosnook]

Reading with pleasure...
Tks:)

[sayisi]

Thank u TS for the story..
Camping here:)

[kankachng]

TS, I support your thread..
:):D

[Sancus]

Young love, those were the days eh bros! Looking forward to more! Cheers ................

Indeed those were the days. Life was much simpler then.

[Sancus]

she fingered your ass? :D ..

please continue..nice build up ..

No, no, no. That's exclusively the purview of my female doctor. Once a year, I give her the pleasure of sticking her finger up my ass for my annual medical examination. I always tell her to do it slowly and gently. Sometimes when I am cheeky, I will tell her, "I promise not to enjoy it!"

As for my first gf, I had it better. She learnt to rim my ass. :D

[Sancus]

I have to admit that TS has produce an excellent piece of reading material here using rarely seen phases in the course of sharing his experiences with us.

Would you, any chance, be from one of the "English" boy schools from the 70s and early 80s?

Thank you. Thank you. Not trying to be different but hard to break habit instilled by English teacher. I am confused with LOLSpeak.

Sorry to disappoint, not from schools starting with "A" or "R". :)

[Sancus]

Part 4 – A “function” of grinds and gropes

After our meal at McDonalds, we hailed a taxi and proceeded to a friend’s “function” at her home along River Valley Road. I never understood why parties were called “functions” then, presumably short for social functions?

It was a small and cozy affair of not more than 15 people. We sat on the sofa with alcoholic fruit punches in our hands and made ourselves comfortable. Soon, the living room was blasting the sounds of Bee Gees, Boney M, and Donna Summers. Think Saturday Night Fever. Think Disco. Think those embarrassing, street-sweeping, flared-bottom pants. Yes, I was unabashedly wearing one of those then. :o

For all her shyness, Meg let herself go and danced pretty well. I liked the way she moved her hips.

Feeling warm, Meg and I stopped dancing. I quickly excused myself to wash up and returned with a drink for her. She was back to her shy self. Mostly me asking a question and she answering with a monosyllable response. As if on cue to cut the awkwardness, the music pace suddenly slowed down with a love song. This was the point every guy was eagerly waiting for – the de rigueur slow dance.

I politely asked her for a dance and she charmingly extended her right hand to me. In those days, the standard etiquette for slow dance with someone you have just met was to leave a gap in between the bodies. Facing each other, the girl places her hands on his shoulders and the boy places his hands on her waist. The gentleman in me positioned myself properly for the slow dance.

As the music played on, Meg gradually moved towards me. By the 3rd song, her hands were wrapping around my neck and her head resting on my shoulders. I was taken slightly by surprise. I can feel her 2 soft mounts on my chest and her body against my groin. I distinctly remembered she smelled so good. I was enjoying the moment thoroughly. It was the first time for me holding a girl so close. I nibbled on her ears gently as I whispered, “Meg?” She lifted up her head to look at me. That’s when I kissed her. She responded with a warm tongue. My first kiss! :)

Soon, the cocktail of her scent, our smooching, and the warm body contact flowed from my head to my little head. My little head stood to attention in less than 1 second. It was bulging to break out of my already tight pants. Embarrassed, I quickly arched my back and pushed my butt outwards to avoid contact with Meg. This was when I was taken by surprise the second time.

Meg pushed her pelvis forward to follow me. She did not want to break contact. I gave up and was duly rewarded with a very slow pelvic grind against my cock. It was a very sensuous rub, matching the tempo of the love songs. Sometimes circular in motion and sometimes sideways. My embarrassment quickly turned to horniness. I moved both my hands down from her waist and started to caress her butt through the soft material of her dress. No resistance or objection.

I then gingerly moved my right hand up to the side of her breast and tenderly stroke it. All the while, my left hand was still grabbing onto her butt. No resistance or objection still. Embolden, I moved my right hand again and slipped it in between our bodies and started to trace the outline of her breast. I squeezed her breast gently and felt a firm bounce. I alternated between caressing and squeezing her right breast. Again, no resistance or objection!

Picture this, while I was performing this acrobatic feat of contorting both my arms to reach and feel Meg all over, neither of us uttered a word nor made a sound, other than the heavy breathing from both of us mixed with the music.

I was both a happy and exasperated boy. Happy because I got to really feel a girl for the first time and I wanted time to stand still, but exasperated because I wondered how I could relieve myself of my blue balls that night. :(

My mind raced with many possibilities but was too timid to propose to Meg. That night ended on a whimper, Bill and I sent the girls home. I went home to jerk off, replenished with images of Meg rubbing herself against me.

Over the next few weeks, Meg and I attended a few more “functions”. The same episode repeated itself with me going home to jerk off on my bed. Frustrated, the horny bastard in me finally plucked up the courage to ask her if she could visit me at home after school during one of the weekdays. I could not remember what stupid excuse I cooked up but I remember being very tense.

She smiled and said, “Yes.” Woo-hoo! :D

[Sancus]

Part 5 – Home turf advantage (Part 1)

D-Day arrived. I was so excited and could not pay attention in class. Rushed home immediately after school and took a quick shower. I wanted to smell good because she smelled good. Plonked myself down on the living room sofa and waited restlessly for Meg. Soon, I heard the clattering sound of a taxi’s diesel engine and made a 100-metre dash to the front gate.

There she was, in her school uniform, looking so innocent and cute. She was gazing at her feet. Her body was swaying slightly from side to side as she pointed her left foot downwards like a ballerina pointe. The shy Meg I remembered. I opened the gate and said, “Hi, Meg. So glad you are here”. She looked up with a smile, lifted her hand from the side of her body and gave me a little wave. So kawaii! She absolutely melted my heart there and then.

Something funny to share. For that one year before I got my drivers licence, Meg dropped by my place weekly in a taxi and let herself in. I became somewhat conditioned by the sound of the taxi engine followed by the clanking of the metal gate as an announcement of her arrival, a la Pavlov’s dogs. I would then rush to the door to meet her with a raging hardon, in anticipation of the afternoon’s shenanigans.

On one fateful day, I opened the door and to my utter embarrassment, my aunt was standing right in front me. She gasped in horror and mumbled a string of dialect expressions when she saw the pitched tent in my shorts. It is funny now that I think about my aunt’s mortified look but it was certainly not funny then.

Back to my story. I got Meg a drink and invited her to my room upstairs. Yes, now I remember the lame excuse I used – study together. Think most guys tried that at one time or the other. I studied biology in school, so I guess it is a legitimate reason to get some practical experience from fieldwork, right?

I asked Meg if she would like to change into something more comfortable and she nodded her head. I dug through my cupboard for the perfect combo and handed her a pair of flared shorts and sleeveless T-shirt. As she was changing in the bathroom, I was wringing my hands in anticipation. :D

When she stepped out of the bathroom, my jaw dropped. She looked so sexy. Barely covered by the shorts, her long and svelte legs seemed so smooth and inviting. Her breasts held up the front of the T-shirt so pertly. I could catch glimpses of her creamy white breasts from the side opening. As she sat down, the flared shorts opened up and I could see all the way to her panty covering her perky butt. Perfect! ;)

“Play it cool”, I told myself as I wiped off my drool and pushed up my jaw. We took out our schoolwork and attempted to do some work. All the while my mind was whirling around Meg and her oh-so long and svelte legs. No prizes for guessing not much schoolwork was done on that day.

I finally succumbed to temptation. I leaned over Meg and kissed her lightly on the nape of her neck. She turned to face me and I planted my lips on hers. It was a very sensuous kiss. I ran my tongue slowly across her lips, pausing at moments to press my lips against hers, and sucking on them tenderly. Don’t ask me how I knew what to do. It just seemed so natural.

I pulled Meg up from her seat and held her the same way I did when we did the slow dance. All this while my mouth was still stuck on hers. Without any inhibition, I ran my hands freely all over her. This time I wanted to touch her breasts without her bra. I slowly moved my hands to her back, feeling for the bra hook. Tried as I might, I just could not seem to locate them. Meg let out a giggle and said, “Silly boy! It’s up front”. She gamely reached in to unhook her bra from the front and pulled it out in one swoop.

First lesson learnt for the day. Not all bras are made the same. :p

[BuffonLee]

Support this thread, keep the stories coming TS :D

[JollyOne]

Waiting for next installment .

[tiosnook]

TS.. camp here ok..

[Yardstick]

Nice, Nice, Nice! Love the way you wrote it all.

Lots of memories. Expected the girl parts. The manner of dancing, the social etiquette, the excuses schoolboys always use, the raging hormones that always gives you a boner. LOL... I definitely remember all those.

[Sancus]

Thank you for the support. As I wrote my story, I was flushed with so many memories. Looking back, the good certainly outweighed the bad. I am not done yet with my 1st gf's story. There is also the 2nd, the 3rd..... :)

[callmebad]

looking forward to your next installment with 2nd, 3rd, or 4th..........
in the meantime, relax and have a nice weekend!

[arohong]

Great job bro, really brings back memories of my younger days.

[cygnet]

Good. Please continue.

[studdyme]

camping for more!

[Sancus]

Part 5 – Home turf advantage (2)

With her bra out of the way, I anxiously slipped my hand back into her T-shirt and the feeling of her bare breast on my palm was electrifying. Her breast was so smooth, so soft, and yet so bouncy. I ran my fingers over her nipples. She shuddered a little. Not satisfied with one, I put my other hand in and soon I was kneading both her breasts like an experienced baker and his dough.

By then, my cock was already throbbing hard for the lack of attention. I slipped out one hand and guided her hand to touch my cock. She started rubbing my cock from the outside of my shorts. “Nice but no longer enough for me,” I thought. I reached for her hand again and boldly pushed it through the waistband of my shorts.

Meg instinctively cupped my balls and slowly caressed them with her slender fingers. In between, she would run the tip of her fingers from my balls to my shaft in an up-and-down motion. I was delirious! As the colloquial saying goes, “Cannot even remember my father’s or mother’s name”.

I lifted her T-shirt over her head to reveal 2 creamy white breasts with little streaks of red from all my kneading. :D Her small pink nipples were protruding shyly from her light brown aureole. I rubbed her nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger. Meg let out a soft sound, “Nnnggggg”.

Wasting no time, I pulled her to my bed and soon I was on top of her, sucking at her right nipple while my left hand was squeezing her left breast. My right hand was also busy trying to remove my shorts. Talk about multi-tasking! I was already practicing it before I knew what it meant.

I moved my mouth to her left nipple and alternated between sucking and licking to cajole it out of its hiding place. Down south, my exposed cock was having a great time rubbing against Meg’s smooth thighs. I maneuvered my hand to feel her pussy and she was already wet.

In disgust, I retracted my hand quickly and wiped it on my bedsheet, “KNN! Such a sweet girl but damn bad hygiene. Just now pee already never wipe dry!” I cursed under my breath. :eek:

Don’t laugh. I did not know better. As I have said earlier, those days no Internet, no porn, and my friends were probably equally clueless.

Anyway, all the sucking, licking and rubbing got me really hot and horny. My aching cock demanded release immediately. I laid on my back and drew Meg to my side. My cock was thrusting in the air. I grabbed Meg’s hand and placed it at the base of my shaft. Her slender fingers intuitively folded around my shaft and started stroking it. Pre-cum had started flowing onto her hands. It did not take long.

“Oh Meg… It feels sooo good… Don’t stop… I am going to cum soon!” I moaned. Suddenly, she stopped. “WTF! She wants me to grovel?” I thought desperately.

“I want to see,” she said. “See what?” I asked, exasperated.

“I want to see you cum,” she said, matter-of-factly. Wow! We are back in business!

“Why don’t you move closer for a better view?” I suggested. She slid down my side and placed her face mere inches from my throbbing cock, its head now turned purple with all the excitement.

I began to appreciate Meg’s quiet and easy-going ways. She did everything I wanted to or told her to. My mind began whirling again with the thought of unending possibilities of fun and pleasures with Meg. ;)

“It’s so big!” She used her finger to tap on my cock lightly and let out a giggle again. In all honesty, it was not big but probably so compared to her little brother’s. She then encircled my cock in her palm and started the slow stroking motion again.

It was a sight to behold. There I was, lying naked on my bed, and on my side is this pretty, innocent-looking face right next to my cock, gazing intently at its every twitch with awe, and her soft hands pumping my cock ever so gently. It was the perfect hand job scenario!

I could not hold back anymore. I grunted like a caveman. My body tensed up, my cock jerked non-stop and spewed loads after loads of cum. Meg’s eyes were wide-open like a little kid seeing a fireworks display for the first time. The first shot was so intense that it hit my chin.

Second lesson for the day. Remember to direct cock downwards when cumming in a laid back position. Sigh! Those were the good old days. Nowadays, I would be so lucky if I could shoot past my navel.

A pool of cum swiftly gathered at my belly. Meg stared at it with the curiosity of a cat. She touched it with her fingers and went, “Yeeeeee... So sticky… Feels like glue.” I could see from the glint in her eyes that she was obviously having fun.

“See that small plastic container on the table?” I asked. “Yes, what about?” She wondered. “Waste not. I am going to scoop up my cum for you to use in your school’s art class,” I laughed. She laughed along and slapped my arms several times in a playful manner. Such bliss!

What an eventful and satisfying day! My first non-DIY hand job and no more blue balls from then on! :)

[BMW69]

Bro, what can I say? Marvellous. Keep it up man

[GorDJilla]

Great thread TS! Keep it up! :)

[hilltower]

camping for more...

[chaosjash]

Well done, very nice. Keep up the good work bro ^_^ Camping for more :D

[eeemen]

Bro TS, do carry onz, still camping here! :D , thx n cheers .....................

[Sancus]

Part 6.1 – Celebrating my many “Firsts” – Cum-on-Face

For the next few days, I walked around school with a silly grin on my face. Each week, I pined for the day I could see Meg. Each time she came by my place, I yearned for more of the same. I was like a little dog, wagging its tail, eagerly anticipating her attention and touch.

During one visit, Meg added a small variation to our routine. As she was slowly pumping my cock with her soft hands, she decided to lick my nipples. Her moist tongue sent shivers down my spine. All the while, her fingers continued to lightly brush against my balls during the downward stroke. The pleasurable sensation was intense, rippling between my chest and my groin. I did not know where to focus. I could only abandon myself and wallowed in sheer ecstasy. Till this day, it is still one of my foreplay favourites. :D

It did not take me long to cum. “Meg, I am cumming…..” She swiftly lifted her face from my chest to take a look and my first spurt hit her on her hair and a little on her cheek. She let out a yelp and tried to move away. I grunted and held on to her hand to continue the pumping action until I was totally drained.

Meg was quite upset. I pulled out a piece of tissue for her, and a playful thought came to me. Whilst pretending to clean her up, I wiped my cum on to her face and hair. She soon caught on, and was punching my arm and body incessantly. “I don’t care… I don’t care… You so bad one…” I could not stop laughing as I grabbed a towel for her. I guess that was my first Cum-On-Face, sort-of. :o

“This is so fun and satisfying,” I thought. The horny bastard in me could not be satiated so easily. I started scheming for more action. On hindsight, I probably owe my business planning skills and multi-tasking capability to Meg for preparing me early in life. :D

Among schoolmates, we did talk about sex, or what little we knew about it. The knowledge centered mostly around the mechanism of the sex act, the reproductive cycle, and of course, the STD, courtesy of our Health Ministry’s constant barrage of images with infected cunts and rotting cocks that were about to fall off.

I did not want to discuss with my friends about my experience or ask for advice, lest they would brand Meg a slut. So, our sexual adventures continued in a self-discovery mode.

One topic did pop up from time to time among my friends – Oral sex. Thanks to my trusty Oxford contemporary English dictionary, I even found out that they have names for the act – Fellatio and Cunninglingus. What a mouthful!

If I had not experienced Meg’s soft tongue that was so sensational on my lips and nipples, I would have probably written off oral sex as a strange fetish. I could only imagine how great it would feel with her moist tongue licking along my shaft and glans. My biggest dilemma was how to put forth such a request and how Meg would react to my proposition of putting my cock in her mouth. “Darling, may I have the honour of placing my cock in your mouth?” just did not seem to cut it.

Decisions, decisions, decisions... :confused:

[callmebad]

if you want to encourage your girl to do blowjob for you, you apply chocolate cream all over your cock, so that when she sucks and licks, it will definitely be a very delicious oral sex for her and for you maybe an arousing one:p

[Sancus]

if you want to encourage your girl to do blowjob for you, you apply chocolate cream all over your cock, so that when she sucks and licks, it will definitely be a very delicious oral sex for her and for you maybe an arousing one:p

Good idea but I was still a green 16 year old then. No Google and no SBF forum too. :mad:

[Sancus]

Part 6.2 – Celebrating my many “Firsts” – Blowjob and Cum-in-Mouth

I desperately needed a plan. I played out different scenarios in my mind and each ended with an imaginary slap on my face. :confused:

During one of Meg’s visits, we were lying stark naked in our usual position on my bed, with her lying beside me, stroking my cock gently. Dejected with a lack of fresh ideas, I went for broke. I mustered just enough courage to pop the question, “ Meg, do you think oral sex is dirty?” Crossing my fingers as I said that.

“No,” She hesitated for a while and answered softly.

“Would you like to try it?” I pushed on. She paused again and it seemed like an eternity before she nodded her head.

Woo-hoo! “That was easy,” I thought. Words could not sufficiently express the great expectation that was building inside me then. I quickly positioned her further south with her sweet angelic face just beside my throbbing cock.

“What should I do?” she asked innocently. Good question. I was her first bf and she was my first gf.

“I don’t know. I suppose you lick it like an ice cream cone?” I offered. :o She giggled at my suggestion.

She held on to my cock with her fingers, rocked it back and forth slowly a few times, and looked at it intently the way one would when one is looking to buy a dress. Suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed my knob. My cock twitched in rapid response. She giggled again.

My body became tensed with anticipation. I could see her sticking out her tongue hesitantly and starting to gently lick on my glans. They were short licks but in swift staccato, very much like a cat lapping up the milk bowl. Her tongue was so soft and wet against my raging hard rod.

My body trembled in pleasure and I moaned like a big baby. Each time I moaned, she would giggle and speed up her pace of licking. Meg could have asked me anything then and I would have answered yes.

Imagine no further. For a vivid display of the action, just check out the Justin Lee video with Maggie Wu performing a blowjob on him. That was exactly how Meg performed her first few stanzas of my very first blowjob.

Meg continued to lick my knob and traced her tongue along the edge of my helmet, sending tingling sensations down to my feet. I gasped for air when she opened her mouth and slid her delicate lips over my engorged glans to engulf my cock. I could feel the warmth and moistness of her mouth.

She was taking to my ice-cream metaphor literally. She started sucking earnestly on my cock. I could see her cheeks hollowed and felt the inner walls of her cheeks clamping on my shaft.

“Ouch, ouch, teeth, teeth,” I cried out. Meg was a fast learner. Not missing a beat, she continued to suck me without her teeth grazing me this time. Soon, she got into the swing of things, and alternated between sucking and licking my knob. Occasionally, she would run her tongue along my shaft down to my balls, and back up again to suck on my little head.

The sight of a pretty SYT face slurping on my cock was almost too much to bear. I was in cloud 9. Nothing mattered to me at that moment but to prep myself for the coming explosion. I just wanted it to go on and on.

My balls tightened. I knew I was about to cum. I wanted to tell Meg to stop but I did not want to stop that oh-so-good feeling. I wanted to pull out my cock but I did not want to leave her warm steamy mouth. The battle of inner conscience was not even close; my little head had beaten the big head hands down.

I decided to just enjoy the moment with abandon. I did not even warn Meg when I was about to cum. When I finally ejaculated, I was hit by waves after waves of euphoria that seemed to go on forever and ever. I had dumped loads upon loads of cum into Meg’s mouth.

Meg was caught by surprise but she did not recoil. She paused for a short moment, and continued sucking on my cock until I was milked dry. When I was all spent, she looked up at me and gave me a grin. I could see a small trickle of my cum at the edge of her mouth.

I pulled several pieces of tissue for her, utterly expecting her to spit into them. She just dabbed her mouth and said, “Slightly salty.”

“Where’s my cum?” I asked curiously.

“Swallowed it,” she said matter-of-factly. I then realized what a cool gal I had for a gf.

I was so touched and I hugged her tightly. I was not sure why I did that. It must be something about a girl swallowing her man’s cum that gives the man an unbelievable ego rub. That was my very first experience with a blowjob and a bonus Cum-in-Mouth thrown in. :D

Meg and I continued our sexual adventures like intrepid explorers, scaling new heights, plunging new depths, and venturing into the unknown. Nothing was taboo, as we did not know what would be taboo. It was like a new world waiting for us to discover and enjoy…

[issaac72]

great account. The innocence of discovery.

[joens86]

nice story, will be waiting for more :)

[Sancus]

Part 6.3 – Celebrating my many “Firsts” – Cunninglingus

Blowjobs, blowjobs, I love blowjobs. A blowjob is like sex-on-tap – convenient, on demand and no preparations required. Meg had given me blowjobs in many locales, not just in my bedroom. I had tried it a few times in my parents’ room when they were not around, perhaps as a form of rebellion. I had tried it a few times in my friends’ living rooms while waiting for them to get changed for parties, perhaps for the thrill of possibly getting caught. I had also tried it many times in my father’s car, and boy, was that exciting! :D

The first car experience is worth mentioning. I regularly ferried Meg around in my father’s car after I received my driver’s license at 17. During one of those nights sending Meg home, she playfully reached out and fondled my cock. Those days, the response time was sub-second and my rod stood to attention immediately. At the traffic lights, I released my cock from the side of my shorts to give Meg better access.

When the lights turned green, I shifted to 1st gear and drove off. Meg gripped onto my shaft and moved it in tandem with my gear change - up, down, right, up, and down. She also provided the sound effects of a roaring engine for each gear/cock shift. The whole situation was quite comical. We both laughed out loud.

It was then I dared Meg to give me a blowjob. She gamely leaned forward to lick my knob. There I was trying to concentrate on the road with both my hands firmly on the steering wheel, and Meg was resting her head against my stomach, giving me a mind-blowing blowjob. The slurping sounds along with the bobbing of her head were exhilarating. There were curious looks from some bus commuters when I drove passed a bus but I could care less. It was a heady mix of fun and daredevil antics. The blowjob in the car became a staple act whenever I sent Meg home at night.

The follies of youth! The fact that it was a very dangerous act that could have killed both of us did not cross my mind. :eek: Meg was so spontaneous and delightful, and I loved her so.

Being the lucky recipient of many breath-taking blowjobs from Meg, I figured I owed it to her to return the favour. Notwithstanding my queasiness with her “bad hygiene”, I decided I should be man enough to face up to it literally.

On that ominous day, there was no announcement or discussion. I felt like a brave soldier marching to war. My weapon of choice: a small wet towel. It was laid neatly beside my bed. I was prepared and ready for action.

We started with the usual foreplay of kissing, sucking, cuddling and fondling. After some hesitation, I finally plucked up the courage to move south and gently parted her legs. Her pussy was presented to me in its full glory. She had a very pretty pussy. It was a glistening pink, molded by a thin labia and a small clit, topped with a very sparse patch on her pubic mount. She was near hairless. It looked like a budding pink rose with its petals opening invitingly. I reached out for the towel and gently dapped at her pussy.

I remember thinking to myself that pink on white was a very pretty colour combination. I could not help admiring Meg’s pussy and my fingers could not stop touching it. She was wet again. I wiped her pussy gently with the towel. It was only then it occurred to me that the wetness was not her urine but something similar to my pre-cum. Silly me! :o

Reassured by my new realization, I took a dive at her pussy. I was both surprised and amazed. She smelled good down there as well. I could not describe the smell succinctly. It was akin to the smell of a freshly bathed baby but with a more womanly scent. She just smelled good, period.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the length of Meg’s pussy. Her body tingled and I could hear her let out a very soft moan. That was enough encouragement for me to continue. :p

[callmebad]

if you care about a girl's hygiene or her smell down there,the best way is to have a shower together, you can then scrub her clean down there:)

[Sancus]

if you care about a girl's hygiene or her smell down there,the best way is to have a shower together, you can then scrub her clean down there:)

Ha! I was only 16 then, not so daring lah. I always used the excuse of hot weather to suggest she washed herself every time she was at my place. When she was wet to the touch, I just thought she did not wipe up after peeing. :D

[ahTan]

Waiting to read more

[eeemen]

Please to note that your first sexperiences was so memorable and exciting!! Waiting for more bro, cheers ,....................

[Sancus]

Please to note that your first sexperiences was so memorable and exciting!! Waiting for more bro, cheers ,....................

I absolutely cannot complain though my experience pales in comparison to many of the bros here. :cool: