First Taste of Cum Part 140    
          by Bill Beaumonte (  

This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.  

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Author’s note:
This series presents a number of independent stories of about youthful first blowjobs. Some of these are inspired by my readers. I hope you enjoy this series.


    I'm Tom, a high school junior, discovering the wonders of girls. I've long admired them and dated for over a year, but only recently had a serious relationship, and I'm loving it. On casual dates in the past we got into kissing and some would let me feel their tits. One girl let me suck her nipples, but I never got anywhere below the waist. One girl did give me a handjob, which was great, but I really wanted more than that.

Then I met Rachel. She is a tall thin girl with really nice hips. Unlike most girls, she nearly always wore a dress or skirt – never pants. She was more feminine than most of the other girls, and she was the most passionate kisser of all! When I saw her from behind I couldn't take my eyes off her ass, which seemed to move in such a sexy manner. When I told her that she would probably fill out a pair of tight fitting jeans nicely, she wore jeans for me that weekend. They fit so nicely I could see every contour of her beautiful buns. I couldn't help but touch her, and when I did she took a deep breath, and it seemed that she liked me touching her there. Emboldened, I ran my hand across her buns, gently squeezing from time to time.

"One day you'll see that without the jeans," she said smiling.

"I hope that day will be soon," I replied.

"I think it will be," she said.

I was erect, as I often was when I was with Rachel. She was quick to notice and seemed to be always looking for a bulge in my trousers. Usually when she saw it she would reach over and squeeze, intensifying my arousal. Soon we were kissing and Rachel unzipped me and took my cock out. She squeezed my cock as we kissed, and soon she was sucking me. She gave me my first blowjob on our third date. I was amazed because most girls want nothing to do with sucking a guy off, and seem greatly offended if you even ask, so I learned not to.

But with Rachel, she really enjoyed my arousal and sucked me without my even asking, and swallowed without hesitation. After she swallowed she would usually kiss me, which seemed weird at first, and I didn't really like the taste of my cum, but I went along with it. After all, she'd done something really nice for me – there was no way I was going to refuse her kisses!

Eventually I got accustomed to the taste of my cum, and began to like it. Every time I tasted it, it meant that she had just sucked me off, which was always wonderful.

Rachel had small, but nicely shaped breasts, and really nice nipples. They were very sensitive and she would moan with pleasure when I sucked them, which I did every chance I got. Sadly, below the waist was still off limits to me. I could get my hand part-way up her skirt, and feel the soft warmth of her inner thigh, but that was as far as she would let me go. She knew I wanted to go there and just asked me to be patient, and that she would let me one day soon.

Rachel lived with her father. She never talked about what happened to her mother and I didn't pry. She said she was really close to her father and that he was concerned that I might not be the right kind of guy for her. I told Rachel that I wanted to meet him and she said that he wanted to see what kind of guy she was hanging out with.

As the day approached to meet Rachel's father, she said she needed to tell me something first. "You really like it when I suck you off," she said.

"You bet!" I said, "You do it so well!"

"I've had lots of practice," Rachel said, a bit timidly.

"You mean you've sucked off other guys you've dated?" I asked.

"No," Rachel confessed, "You are the first guy that I've seriously dated. I suck my father."

"That's terrible!" I said, "It's child abuse and he should be in jail!"

"It's not abuse," Rachel said, tears forming in her eyes, "We are very close and I'm glad to do it."

What do you say to something like that? Almost speechless, I asked, "How long have you been doing this?"

"For years," Rachel replied, "Since I was little."

"That's a really private thing you've told me," I said, "And I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me, but why did you?"

"Well, my father is concerned that I'll stop sucking him if I am with you – especially if we were to get married," she explained, "I know that is a long way off, if it happens at all."

"You shouldn't have to do that," I said, "Why don't you just stop?"

"I love my father and can't just stop," she said.

"So what does this have to do with my meeting him?" I asked.

Rachel hesitated, and she began to cry. This was new for me and I just didn't know what to do – I felt so helpless.

"Rachel dear," I said, "I'm shocked, but I really love you, so go ahead and tell me what you need to."

She composed herself and finally said, "My father thinks that if you are really the right guy for me, that you'll suck him for me."

"No fuckin' way!" I said. I had never used such language with Rachel before but this was pretty extreme.

"I'm so sorry to ruin things like this," she said, "I guess I can't exactly get a 'do over' on this?"

"Well, you can't exactly un-say what's been said," I agreed.

"Rachel, please answer me truthfully," I requested, "Do you want me to suck your father?"

"Not exactly," she said, "But I really do like the idea that you would love me enough to do it."

"I can't put a number on just how much I love you," I said, "But it's a lot – but what you ask is really a lot."

"Yes," she agreed, "I know it is, and I'm sorry to ruin everything – I understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

"Of course I want to see you!" I insisted, "Just give me some time to think about it."

Rachel put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her, kissing me deeply. "You are different than any other boy," she said, "The fact that you will at least think about it tells me you love me a lot!"

We kissed and I went home. I did have a lot to think about. I was straight, and Rachel was asking me to be a cocksucker. I really loved Rachel, but that was an awful lot to do! I decided that I would sleep on it.

The next morning I awoke and knew that I would do whatever it took to keep Rachel, as long as it was our secret. I was still straight and didn't want anyone to know about this. Yes, I was straight, but I agreed to suck her father's cock – so how straight could I really be?

When I saw Rachel at school I told her that I loved her enough to do anything for her, and I would suck her father. She kissed me again and said I was the best!

On Saturday after lunch I went to Rachel's house to meet her father.

He greeted me and we shook hands. Immediately there was a tension between us which Rachel sensed.

To ease the tension she said, "Daddy, Tom has agreed to suck you, but please go easy on him – I'll get started and teach him."

We went into the living room, where her father took off his trousers and shorts. He sat on the couch with his legs spread. His semi-hard cock was bigger than mine, but I had never really paid much attention to cocks. I had seen them from a distance in the showers at school, but never had any interest. Rachel took my hand and we walked to her father and knelt on the floor in front of him.

Rachel took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, and showed me how to handle him. She had me practice and I felt him get hard as I held him. She explained how to suck him, keeping my teeth off him, and moving my tongue around. She demonstrated for a bit and then told me to take over.

For the first time in my life I had a cock in my mouth, so now I was a cocksucker. I couldn't undo this, so I just moved forward. Rachel coached me and I tried my best to follow her instructions. After a few minutes her father said, "Here it comes," and he began to pump his hot load into my mouth. It tasted kind of like my own cum, but a lot stronger. Moreover I now had a mouthful, not just the taste on Rachel's lips.

"Swallow quickly," said Rachel, which I did.

"I can see that Tom really loves you," he said to Rachel.

There wasn't much to say after that. (What exactly do you say then?)

We went out for a walk and Rachel asked how it was.

"It wasn't difficult," I said, "But it felt really humiliating – especially with you watching."

"Next time you'll be alone with Daddy," she said.

"Next time?" I asked, "What next time?"

"Please Tom," Rachel pleaded, "You've been so good about this – we can each take turns."

"If I do this, will he give us his blessing?" I asked, "I want to know this is for a good reason."

"Yes, he will," assured Rachel.

It turned out that her father liked to be sucked about four times a week, and I agreed to do Monday and Wednesday nights, and Rachel would do the other times.

Later that day I began to have second thoughts – what have I done? Not only did I give a blowjob, but I agreed to be her fathers regular cocksucker for who knows how long? I truly loved Rachel but knew that I was doing what no other guy would ever do – I sure hoped she was worth it!

That night as I lay in bed I thought about sucking her father and began to get aroused. I was surprised that such a thing would arouse me, and soon I found I was stroking myself. I hadn't jacked-off in a while because Rachel blew me nearly every day, but now I was jacking off while thinking about giving a blowjob. I came and immediately felt ashamed, but soon drifted off to sleep.

Over the next few days I found my desire to suck Rachel's father was growing. I didn't want it to, but it happened. On Monday night I arrived at Rachel's house and her father let me in. He said Rachel was gone, and we went to the living room.

As I sucked him, he said that I was getting better, and seemed to have more enthusiasm now. That was probably because I now actually liked doing it, and had been looking forward to it. I still liked girls, and had no attraction to men at all, but did enjoy sucking cock.

I finished and left. I saw that I had a text from Rachel on my phone to meet her at the mall, so I drove there and met her as agreed. She was very appreciative, and insisted on going out to my car to blow me – an offer I eagerly accepted.

As she sucked me I realized that while our arrangement was unusual, it wasn't a bad deal at all – especially since I was beginning to like giving blowjobs, though I would never tell Rachel!

A couple of weeks later Rachel and I were at a roadside park we frequented. It was partly wooded and had a couple of picnic tables where we would often make out. We went back to a picnic table away from the road, giving us some nice privacy. Rachel sat on the table top and I sat on a bench.

She had a mischievous grin on her face, and I wondered what she had in mind. Then I realized that our relationship was about to move to the next stage as she reached under her skirt and slipped down her panties, handing them to me. That was a green light for what I've been waiting for!

Rachel sat on the table top with her feet on the bench and I was sitting on the bench between her feet. I was where every guy wants to be – between his girl's legs! I slipped my hand up her skirt as she smiled at me. I loved the familiar touch or her soft, warm inner thigh, as I move to discover new territory, only to find my hand holding a cock!

"You know what to do," she said, as she lifted the front of her skirt, offering herself to me.

I bent my head to her as I took my lady into my mouth.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (