It was the spring of 1992 when I did it for the first time. I was sixteen, and my sexual curiosities were getting the better of me. I began reading articles on sex. Fellatio caught my attention right away, and the more I read about it, the more I became aroused at the thought of doing it.

Sitting on my bed at night, I would read everything I could on the subject. One magazine even had illustrations of how to perform certain techniques to drive a man wild. Reading about them was driving me wild. I could feel my pussy become warm as I read intently. Now, all I needed was the nerve to do it.

Michael and I had been dating for about four months, and I really liked him. We got along great, even though we had not engaged in any sexual activities. Of course, we kissed and he copped the occasional feel of my breasts, but that was as far as it had gone. I was hoping to change that very soon.

The dance was boring, and I asked Michael if we could leave. He nodded and we walked out of the gym. It was still early, so we decided to ride around in his car. That was the big thing, back then, in a small town, cruising in your car. Each time we stopped at a traffic sign, I would kiss Michael. Soon, our kisses became more passionate and we found ourselves sitting for quite a while at some intersections.

It was too late to drive to the usual parking area on the mountain, so Michael found a secluded parking lot behind the local drugstore. There was just enough light to see each other faintly. That was my chance to try out what I had been reading about. I was so aroused at the thought of doing this to Michael that I didn’t even worry about anyone seeing us.

We began kissing, and his hands were roaming all over my body. I felt a little hesitant as I slid my hand between his legs. As we kissed I could feel his cock rising in his pants. I became more excited when I felt this and was anxious to try out what I had learned.

I began to unbuckle his belt. I could sense he was wondering what was going on, but he didn’t say anything or try to stop me. Slowly, I unhooked his pants and slid his zipper down. My hand entered his pants and all that was between them and his cock was the thin layer of his boxer shorts. I could feel my pussy becoming warm and moist.

I separated the top of his pants so I had more room to maneuver my hand. Then I slid my hand down inside his boxers. Oh, my God, I was feeling his cock. I had never felt a guy’s cock before except through a layer of clothing. It was very hot to the touch. Even though he was completely erect and hard as a rock, his skin felt soft and smooth against my fingers.

I pushed the top of his boxers down over his cock. It sprung up to meet me. There was just enough light to make out its shape. I remembered the pictures in the magazines, but seeing it, for real, was so exciting. It was quite large, I thought. My fingers weren't long enough to go all the way around it.

I loved how it felt in my hands, so soft and so warm. I ran my fingers up and down the sides of it like the magazine said to do. Michael’s body jerked as I did this. I knew he was sensitive to my touch. Slowly, I ran my fingers up and down the entire length of his cock. It felt amazing.

The magazine said that cocks came in many sizes and shapes, so I didn’t know what to expect from Michael. I was very pleased with what I saw. His cock was perfect. I was a little concerned about its size. I remembered reading that size matters. I was happy to see it was quite large. He had been circumcised, and his cock was very symmetrical. It was long and smooth. I loved it.

I wet my lips as I lowered my head toward Michael's cock. It felt even warmer against my lips. I thought, am I ready for this? I kissed his tip again and felt at ease with what I was planning. My lips parted and I slid them down over the tip of his penis. It seemed hotter as it entered my mouth. As it slid across my tongue, I closed my lips around it.

Just then Michael’s hips rocked upward and his cock thrust deep into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. I was surprised at his movement and was not ready for it.

"Think, Leeza," I said to myself. The magazine said to relax. I composed myself and placed my lips back around his cock.

I loved the feeling of his cock against my lips. I could feel each time his heart would beat. The blood coursed through his veins, and I could feel it against my lips. The feeling of his cock sliding over my tongue was unbelievable; I felt myself becoming wetter by the moment.

Michael kept rocking his hips upward to meet me. I timed my downward strokes with his thrusts, and, soon, we developed an arousing rhythm. His cock filled my mouth completely even though it wasn't all inside me. I was relaxed enough now to enjoy each gentle thrust of his cock into my mouth.

I was concentrating so much on doing everything right that I almost missed my orgasm. I could feel my juices flowing, soaking my panties with my cum. I didn’t read that part in the magazine about me cumming while doing this. It was an added bonus.

I was trying to recall all of what I read when I felt Michael’s cock pulse wildly and then a warm blast of his cum filled my mouth. It took me completely by surprise and I gagged on it. Most of it ran out of my mouth.

Think, Leeza, what did it say?" Oh yes, relax, be at ease.

I regained my composure and had just placed my lips around his cock when, once again, I felt it pulse and another load of his creamy cum filled my mouth. At the same time, I felt my panties becoming even wetter.

Swallow,  I thought to myself. That’s what the magazine said.

I was able to swallow his cum just in time to receive another hot blast from his pulsating cock. This time I was able to taste his cum. It was a bit salty, just as the magazine said it would be. I let it coat my tongue before swallowing. It felt wonderful. It was smooth and warm. It felt like pudding melting in my mouth. I loved it. There was no time to enjoy the feeling because he pulsed once again, and another load of creamy treats filled my mouth. "Mmm," the feeling was indescribable. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life.

I remember the magazine said you could never know how many times a man would ejaculate or how much cum he would shoot into your mouth. With this in mind, I swallowed once more to make room in case of another blast from his cock. I didn’t have to wait long. His cock pulsed again, softer this time, and a smaller amount of cum flowed across my tongue. It didn’t blast off the back of my throat as the previous ejaculations had. I knew he had almost finished cumming.

His cock began to lose its erection. I closed my lips tight and sucked one last time. I coaxed a small pulse from Michael's cock and one last spurt of cum trickled into my mouth. "Mmm."

The magazine had said that the lead-up to the ejaculation would last much longer than the actual male orgasm. It gave no specific time for either. It depended on the man. It did say, though, that the ejaculation itself would be over very quickly. While Michael was cumming, it felt as though time was in slow motion. But now that he was finished, it was over far too quickly.

As much as I loved the feeling of his warm cock sliding in and out of my mouth, I had to admit my favorite part of it all was when his hot cum poured again and again into my mouth. I really have no words to accurately describe that feeling. All I know is that I want to feel it as often as I can.

I slid his cock back into his boxers and zipped up his pants. I could feel him breathing heavily as he lay back in his seat. He didn’t speak for quite a while. When he finally spoke, he told me that was the most incredible feeling he had ever had. I smiled to myself.

Not bad for my first time. I couldn’t wait for my second time to cum.