I turned to glare at her and saw she was dancing with another guy but there was a huge gap between them, and they were not touching at all.
“Well guess what luv. At least he’s going to get laid tonight which is more than you will it seems.” I hissed.
Several other people laughed or giggled quite loudly, and a strange look came over Kyle’s face as he processed what he had just heard. I knew I’d already given the game away- but you guys knew that was coming anyway, right?
I moved closer to Kyle and pressed my body into his until my tits were now pressing into his chest. I draped my hands over his shoulders, holding him in place lightly — not that he was going to move away. With my face up close to his, I could see that his face was not as bad as it had first seemed. I mean, it was red and acne ridden but not as ravaged as I first thought. I lent forward and placed my lips on his.
Of course, he didn’t respond. I tried to snake my tongue into his mouth but I guess he either didn’t want to or didn’t realise he was meant to open his mouth. I lifted my hand, placed it on his chin and then applied a bit of pressure to indicate my desire. It did the trick, his lips parted and his mouth opened so I quickly pushed my own tongue in there.
There wasn’t a lot for my tongue to do in his mouth, if I’m honest. Kyle seemed to think that he was meant to keep his tongue away from mine. I did the best I could for a few minutes before coming up for breath. When I looked at Kyle’s face it was full of wonderment and immediately I realised he was almost certainly a virgin.
OK. Yes dammit. My cunt began to drip, did you guys really expect anything else? I grabbed his hand, interlocking my fingers to his and then slid it under my jumper and onto my tits. I let hm feel my tits over my bra for a minute, before pushing the bra up so that my tits popped out the bottom. All the time, I kept eye contact with Kyle and delighted in watching the continuing excitement and wonder building in his face.
Kyle began to massage my tits. Well, in truth it was more of a mauling, but I wasn’t complaining. Satisfied that he at least had the gist of what he was meant to do, I dropped my hand and slid it onto his groin. When I touched his dick, his eyes widened and I genuinely feared he would come in his pants there and then from the look on his face.
I leant closer to him and whispered “Have you ever been with a woman, Kyle.” I asked huskily.
I knew the answer of course, and I didn’t need it confirming. The question was again for his benefit. I wanted him to know that I knew he was a virgin, and that it didn’t matter to me. But when he didn’t answer I whispered again.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll teach you. Would you like that, Kyle?” I asked softly.
This time Kyle did answer with a low nod, and so did his cock. I felt it twitch and grow a little. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it would get the job done. I began rubbing slowly, up and down — groaning and blowing in his ear, in alternate measure.
In all honesty, my groans were not all fake. Maybe a few were over exaggerated but they all stemmed from the pleasure I was receiving. For all his ineptness and inexperience, Kyle took instruction well, and so when I suggested he do something — he did.
“Squeeze my tits harder.” I moaned, my voice barely a whisper in his ear. “You can pinch my nipples too, it’s OK.” I added under my breath, which was now beginning to labour slightly.
We gyrated like that for about 5 minutes and between my legs I felt my cunt watering, from a few drops now to a proper trickle. But I had a skirt on, rather than jeans or trousers that Kyle could push hand down. I desperately wanted to feel him rubbing my clit but I wasn’t going to risk lifting my skirt given that earlier in the evening, a couple had been asked to leave for breaking the rules. I didn’t see what they did but from the next table I heard, that apparently she had shown her tits. So I figured that showing my wet panties was also a definite No-No.
It didn’t matter. I was already incredibly turned on, knowing that I was going to pop Kyle’s cherry. And it certainly felt like Kyle was up and ready for action. My main thought now was where to take him. The toilets were out of the question, the car was a little too far and I had no idea where Ben’s dorm room was. I didn’t know the layout of the campus and of course, there was little point in asking Kyle.
Finally, unable to resist any longer I removed Kyle’s hands from my tits and grabbed his wrist leading him off stage and over toward the door. I didn’t even glance at our table, really not caring if they saw us or not. No doubt I knew what Emily would say, she would have commented that I could have picked a better looking guy. But I didn’t care. Right there and then, Kyle was exactly what I needed.
The idea that I was about to be his first ever experience, the thought that my pussy was going to be the first one his fingers would touch and the first time his cock would feel a warm pussy envelop it. The whole thing was just incredibly arousing and exciting, as the anticipation coursed through my body.
Again, as we walked toward the door there were several raised eyebrows and more than a few comments. Then there was a shout from behind us and a few people laughed and cheered.
“Go Kyle.” It shouted.
I honestly thought this would upset Kyle and was about to rebuke the person when I saw Kyle smile broadly and do a fist pump.
Once outside, I scanned the horizon quickly. It was a warm moonlit night and though it was late, there was enough light for me to see a small gap between 2 buildings off to our right. Still gripping Kyle’s wrist I guided him that way, eliciting an odd question from him.
“Wwwwhere are we gggg going?” he asked, sounding a little breathless with anticipation and excitement I hoped.
In response I stopped and grabbed his face kissing him soundly. “Don’t you worry about that Kyle.” I said lowly.
When we got to the gap I found to my disappointment that it was a small alleyway leading to the back of what I guessed was a canteen. I was about to turn around, when in the corner of my eye I saw a patch of green — dimly lit by a nearby streetlamp. Getting to it proved a little tricky, involving going through a broken chain link fence. But once there, I realised it was the ideal place. It was not overlooked and was not easily seen from any angle. There were a few taller building nearby but scanning the window, I saw no lights on.
Once on the grass, I sat down and bid Kyle sit next to me. He did so nervously, and I had to stifle a giggle. He was so deliciously innocent and unsullied. Totally unaware, and unprepared I guess — for the pleasure I was about to imbue in him.
Quickly I lifted my top off and then removed my already half removed bra until my tits now hung free and unfettered. With each action, I kept my eyes firmly on Kyle’s face — enjoying the looks on his face as he got his first look at my tits. I remember thinking that possibly it was the first real pair of tits he had seen. That excited me, thinking about it and even now I get a shiver when I recall the look in his eyes.
Bless him, Kyle tried to take the initiative – I guess pre-programmed by how society dictates the way these things should happen. He lifted my tits and began to lick them, far too gently for my liking but I wasn’t going to discourage the lad. As he did this, I used my hand to unbuckle his jeans and unzip him. He shuffled slightly and I managed to pull his jeans down, not actually ready for what I was about to see.
No dear reader. Sorry to disappoint, it wasn’t a huge dick (unfortunately). Kyle was wearing a pair of Superman underpants. I tried to remain composed, trying not too giggle and ruin the moment.
“Oh fuck that’s so good.” I moaned lowly before adding “Your mouth feels so good on my tits Kyle.”
Obviously buoyed by this, Kyle’s cock twitched and lurched. I placed my hand on it, and then gently teased it out from underneath the underpants. He was rock hard, I’ll give him that. But size wise, barely 5 inches I’d say. Of course, I didn’t care.
Kyle gave a long low groan as my hand wrapped around his cock and I began to move it up and down slowly.
“How does that feel Kyle?” I asked suggestively.
Kyle’s eyes closed and he moaned before saying “Ggggood.”
It was hardly the resounding endorsement that I had hoped for or expected. I knew it wasn’t my technique; one thing I guess you guys have worked out and that I can assure you on is that I give good head. I’ve had nothing but compliments from all of the guys I’ve blown and so I put it down to Kyle’s nerves.
But, even as I was stroking him — spitting on my hands for lubrication, Kyle was beginning to breath hard and shift awkwardly. Surely not? I asked myself. You guys know what I’m talking about right? Taking no chances, I smiled and repositioned myself between his legs, and then lowered my mouth over his cock.
I heard Kyle grunt and so I tried to keep eye contact with him so I could gauge when he was going to come. Then I began my ministrations, licking and tickling the tip of his cock with my tongue in between sinking it deep and all the way into my mouth and barely to my throat. My other hand cupped his balls and massaged them gently, pulling slightly every now and again. I continued this way for several minutes, hearing nothing but groans of pleasure from Kyle.
Then, just as I was starting to really get into it — finding my rhythm and moving my head up and down in perfect tandem to my stroking of his balls and the squeezing of my hand around the base of his cock. Kyle let out a loud groan, and to my utter consternation I realised that his balls were heaving and he was about to come.
Now: Admission time. I know how much you guys love this. As you may have guessed I’d never taken a guy’s cherry before. In fact, it’s probably true to say that apart from Ben — most of the guys I fucked were more experienced than me. So having guys ‘come too soon’ was never a thing for me and as such, something I’d never encountered. But bless you guys, I know that sometimes you just can’t help yourselves.
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