First Taste of Cum Part 239    
          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.

Mark and Marci

    I'm Les, a fifteen-year-old high school student with a really special girlfriend – I don't mean just that she's special to me – she is unlike any other girl I know. Marci is black, but that's not the real difference.

I go to school just outside Chicago in an area that is mostly white, but about 25% black. My family was very liberal, so I was raised without the prejudice common in some white families. As a result, I easily made friends with kids of any race.

Mike and Marci were new to my school and I was among the first to greet them. I wasn't trying to hit on Marci – I was just being friendly, and I hit it off with Mark right away. Marci smiled at me nicely, and I thought she looked really nice (especially her nice round ass), but I was a little timid about girls. I liked them, but just got tongue-tied around them.

For about a week Mark and I hung out together and got to know each other better. He told me that he and Marci were twins, and asked if I saw any resemblance.

"I guess I can see a little, but mostly you are both very different," I said, "Her ass looks a lot nicer!"

"That's my sister you're talking about!" Mark quickly countered.

"Sorry," I said, "I didn't mean any offense – I guess I just found her booty very noticeable."

"It's okay," he replied, "I've sure noticed that too!"

The next day Marci approached me when I was alone and said, "I hear you like my fat ass!"

I blushed red, and she must have noticed, and added, "It's okay, I'm actually flattered that you noticed."

"I wouldn't call it fat," I said, "More like ample."

"So, do you like my ample ass enough to kiss it?" she asked.

"You mean on the cheek?" I asked.

"On the cheek?!" she replied, "That's how you kiss your sister – you give your girlfriend your tongue!"

I was really taken aback – did she want me to lick between her cheeks? Was she suggesting that she could be my girlfriend? I just smiled and said, "I'd have to give that some thought."

I think Marci enjoyed messing with my mind – I didn't think she was serious about my ass kissing.

Even though I was usually nervous talking to girls, Marci had a way of putting me at ease and I found that I really liked talking with her. One day she asked if I wanted to hang out with her after school and I gladly agreed.

After school we walked to a park not far from the school and ventured down the nature trails. As we walked her hand took mine and I enjoyed the thrill of skin contact with a girl! We came to a wooden bridge that crossed a stream and paused to watch the water flowing.

I felt bold and put my arm around her waist. She let me know it was alright with a smile. I didn't realize it, but soon my hand had slipped down to her buns. As soon as I noticed I moved my hand up and said, "Sorry."

"It's okay," she said, "I like your touch."

Relieved that I hadn't gone too far, I dropped my hand and gave her a friendly squeeze.

Marci turned to me, smiled and brought her lips to mine. It was my first kiss and I loved it!

"Perhaps to prefer your kisses to be less adventurous," she said.

"Just being with you is an adventure," I said. I was getting hard and hoped she wouldn't notice.

But she did and grabbed my cock through my pants and gently squeezed.

"I'm glad you like being with me," she said, "Let me know when you are feeling more adventurous."

This was moving a lot faster than I expected, but I just went with it. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just kissed her – I quickly learned that it worked whenever I was at a loss for words!

The next day we had lunch together and I said, "I really like being with you, but I'm really nervous about it."

"You can take the lead any time you like," she said, "But if you don't, I will."

I decided to take the lead and asked her to go for a walk in the park after school and she accepted with a smile.

During our walk I took her hand first. When we got to the bridge we embraced and kissed. This time I felt her tongue parting my lips. Our tongues danced together as Marci introduced me into the wonders of French kissing.

Feeling especially bold, I placed a hand on one of her breasts and felt their softness. Marci moaned and said, "It's better on bare skin."

That sure sounded like an invitation to me, to which I responded, "Wish we had some privacy."

"Well, if you're feeling adventurous, we can go to my place after school tomorrow," she responded, "If you're serious – but no kiss on the cheek!"

I gently squeezed Marci's buns, contemplating a closer look – and taste.

That night at bedtime, when I normally jacked-off, I thought about kissing Marci's ass. At first it seemed gross, but soon it became very exciting –I shot my load while thinking about licking her crack!

After cumming, I drifted off to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

The next day I thought about Marci all day long, and decided that I did want to seriously kiss her ass. After school we walked to her house. Along the way, she said that Mark would be home later – she asked him to give us some time together. At Marci's house she took me into her room and told me to undress. I hesitated, never having been naked in front of a girl before.

"A bit shy?" she asked, as she removed her blouse and bra, showing me her lovely bare breasts. They weren't as big as some of the girls but she had really nice nipples. I had dreamed of suckling on some nice big nipples.

Marcy approached me and kissed me as she took hold of my cock and squeezed through my pants. "I can't have my boyfriend afraid of me seeing him naked, now, can I?" she said.

I guess she WAS making me her boyfriend! That was sure fine with me. I undressed and was hard before I was naked. Marci took hold of my cock and stroked me, saying, "I want you fully aroused when you kiss my ass – you ARE gonna kiss my ass, aren't you?"

"Yes," I said, "Of course." Marci still had her skirt on, but didn't undress further. Instead, she got on her bed on hands and knees, feet pointing toward me. She lifted the back of her skirt and pulled it up onto her back and pulled down her panties to the bottom of her cheeks. Her ass really looked good to me!

"I want to be perfectly clear as to my expectations," she said, and reached back and spread her cheeks, giving me a clear view of her hole. I'd never seen anything like it before, but in my aroused state it looked really good.

"Having second thoughts?" she asked, "I made sure I was 'kissing clean' just for you!"

I wasn't delaying – I was just stunned by what I was seeing. I knelt on the floor next to her bed and placed my lips against her hole and timidly licked it. "Put your hands on my hips and keep them there," she said, "I can't have you cumming before your done here."

I was expecting an unpleasant experience, but she smelled really nice – just a faint blend of soap and perfume. I tentatively pressed my tongue against her pucker and slipped inside her. She moaned as she pushed back, as if to make me go deeper. My tongue was at its limit, but I wished it were longer – I knew that from now on I'd be rimming Marci every chance I got!

I rimmed her for about five minutes and then she told me to stop. She pulled up her panties, lowered her skirt and sat on the edge of the bed. "You've passed the first test," she said, "A lot of guys wouldn't have done that."

"I really like you, Marci," I said.

"You've proven that to me," she said, "And I hope you like me enough to continue."

"I'll do whatever you want me to do," I said, confident that I'd love whatever it was.

"Suck my nipples now," she said, and I took one into my mouth. It was big, and easy to wrap my lips around.

"I have to level with you," she said, "You know that Mark and I are twins."

"Yes," I said, "Mark told me that on your first day at school," just pausing my sucking long enough to answer.

"What he didn't tell you was that we were identical twins," she said.

I was stunned – if I understood correctly. I stopped sucking and asked, "Aren't identical twins the same gender?"

"We were," Marci said, "But not any more – I realized at an early age that I was really a girl. My parents let me be a girl and when I was eleven I began taking female hormones."

"Did you have the surgery to – you know?" I asked awkwardly.

"No," she said, "That's pretty extreme – and very expensive!"

"So down there you are still a boy?" I asked.

"Down there," she replied, "As you say, I have a clitty, not a cock."

"I'm not sure I understand," I said.

"If you're gonna be my boyfriend," she said, "You need to understand completely and be okay with it."

"I'm trying," I said, "But this is all so new to me."

"Will you suck my nipples some more?" she asked.

They were definitely girl nipples, so I went back to them. I tried to just focus on her nipples and not think about her still being a boy.

As much as I liked Marci's nipples, I couldn't help thinking about other parts of her.

Finally I said, "I like you Marci, but this is a lot to take in. How have other boys reacted?"

"I had to leave my last school because when word got out it was trouble," Marci explained, "Some boys (and girls) picked on me, but surprisingly a lot of boys seemed really interested."

"Why would a lot be interested?" I asked.

"Well, for some it was curiousity," she continued, "Like a weird circus side-show," but others were turned on by the idea – at least they thought they were."

"I don't understand," I said.

"It's complicated, I know," she said, "They either were turned on by the idea of a girl with a dick or they saw me as an easy lay or blowjob – until they would cum."

"Then what happened?" I asked.

"As soon as they would cum they just wanted to get away," Marci lamented, "It was like they were suddenly wrought with guilt and were ashamed to be with me."

"That must have made you feel really crummy," I said.

"It sure did!" Marci agreed, "But I was enormously popular for a while – but they were all one-night-stands – then I was just the school slut, and nobody liked me." Marci began to cry, which left me feeling completely helpless – when a girl cries, what's a guy supposed to do?

"Lets lay here for a bit," I said, and got on the bed and lay next to Marci. She lay beside me and put her head on my shoulder, continuing to cry.

As I lay there I put one hand on Marci's breast – she sure seemed like a girl to me, and I found her very desirable – kissing her ass had been an incredible turn-on for me. I wasn't sure about what she called a "clitty" – I couldn't be sure how I would deal with it.

"I still like you a lot Marci," I said.

"But you haven't cum yet," she said, "That could change everything. Maybe Mark was right."

"About what?" I asked.

"He said that maybe I should find a guy who likes to suck cocks," she said.

"I'm not a cocksucker," I said, "Couldn't we just ignore it?"

"Les, you want to be my boyfriend and yet ignore a part of me?" she asked, "Would you ignore the clitty of a normal girl?"

"I suppose not," I admitted, "But I'm not sure where to go from here."

"This was going so well," Marci said, "I want a normal life with a boyfriend who really cares about me and doesn't just want to get off and then run away."

"I do care about you," I assured her, "But I do need to cum, and don't know how it will be after I do."

Marci took my now-soft cock in her hand and began to stroke me. Soon my arousal returned and she said, "I want to cum also, but don't want to freak you out."

I kissed Marci's cheek and soon our lips were joined. After a bit she moved down the bed and licked the head of my cock. "I'm sorry I made such a mess of things," she began, "You are a great guy and you deserve to cum, even if you'll run away afterward."

She took my cock in her mouth and sucked me. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. I didn't know how I would feel after my climax, but it was approaching soon! In just a few minutes I had the best climax of my life and pumped my load into Marci's eager mouth.

Then I began to understand – sort of. Despite my affection for Marci I did feel like I wanted to get away, yet part of me wanted to stay.

"Let's snuggle for a while," I said, and Marci cuddled up to me and we lay there spooning with my arm around her, gently holding one of her breasts. I held her until my aversion passed and I wanted to be with her again. I wasn't aroused but felt genuine caring for her.

"You still need to cum," I said.

"I usually have to fend for myself after a boy cums," she said, beginning to cry again.

"That's not right," I said, reaching down her body, looking for her clitty. I reached the triangle of pubic hair between her legs but felt nothing – not even a slit.

"It's tucked," Marci said, spreading her legs and pulling her limp clitty out.

Since I was laying behind her I couldn't see, but I took her clitty in my hand and fondled it. It was tiny, like it was from a young boy, but it did begin to harden. She was slow to respond but eventually got hard, though still petite.

"I want to make you cum," I said, "But don't know if I can suck you."

"You don't have to Les," she said, "You've been a perfect gentleman – not like other boys – don't worry about me."

"But I care about you!" I insisted, "And expect you to allow me to take care of my girlfriend."

"You really mean that?" she asked, "About my being your girlfriend? After all this?"

"I've been doing it your way up 'til now," I said, "Now do what I tell you. Take off your panties and get on your knees again."

Marci smiled and said, "Yes Sir!" and slipped off her panties. Getting on her knees again, this time I lifted her skirt, revealing once again her beautiful ample ass. I gazed at her and she was clearly female, except for a small pair of balls hanging down, which I chose to ignore for now. I grabbed a couple of tissues from her night stand and knelt by her bed, bringing my mouth to her pucker. I spread her cheeks and pressed my tongue into her.

Marci moaned as I licked her, and I reached between her legs and stroked her tiny clitty. It felt so small that I wasn't sure I'd have a good enough grip on it, but soon it started to feel like it would work. As I stroked her, she pressed back against my face and I drove my tongue into her as deeply as I could. She came, and shot a small load into the tissues I held. Some of her cum got on my hand, but I wiped it off.

Marci collapsed on the bed and thanked me. Strange as this experience had been for me, I felt a real sense of accomplishment from making her cum, and I gave each of her buns a playful kiss.

"You're a really special guy, Les," she said, "How can a damsel reward her hero?"

"By being my girlfriend!" I said.

"Okay," Marci said, "I'll be your girlfriend, but only if you still want me in the morning!"

She thanked me again and sent me home. All that night I couldn't go very long without thinking about Marci. I'd never been with a "real" girl before – but Marci sure felt "real" enough to me!

The next day I eagerly looked for Marci at school. We didn't have any morning classes together but I had an important message. I saw her and delivered my message, "I still want you – talk to you at lunch."

Marci smiled and gave me a quick kiss, running off to her first class. I went to my class and thought about Marci most of the morning. I asked Mark to join us for lunch and the three of us settled down to lunch. "I've made a decision," I said, "Actually a couple of them."

"Oh?" said Marci.

As they both watched with interest, I proudly stated, "I want you to be my steady girlfriend, Marci. She smiled and looked happier than I'd ever seen her. I gathered my courage to say the next part. "I want you to watch as I suck Mark."

"What's this about?" demanded Mark – I probably should have discussed it with him instead of catching him by surprise like this.

"Why?" was all that Marci said.

"Mark," I began, "You may have been right about Marci finding a cocksucker for a boyfriend. I'm not a cocksucker, but I am willing to become one for Marci."

"That's not what I meant!" said Marci, "I was thinking about someone who was already a cocksucker – not for you to become one!"

"Don't you want me to be your boyfriend?" I asked.

"Of course I do!" Marci confirmed, "But you don't have to do this."

"This isn't just some whim," I said, "I've thought long and hard about this, and think that if I was a cocksucker, I'd be able to pleasure you far better."

"If you suck Mark," Marci cautioned me, "You might like it and want more."

"I suppose that could happen," I acknowledged, "If it did, would it be okay with you?"

Marci looked at Mark, as if for guidance. "It's sure fine with me!" he said.

"Then it's okay with me too," said Marci, "But only if it's something you really WANT, Les."

"I want it," I said, "And I want YOU!"

We agreed to get together at their house right after school.

Mark and I had our first class after lunch together. On the way he said, "Les, I hoped you would like my sister, but never expected it would come to this!"

"I don't want this to hurt our friendship, Mark," I said.

"It won't," Mark quickly replied, "In fact it might make it better."

"Better?" I responded.

"It's a known fact that a lot of white guys love to suck black cock," Mark replied, "If you are one of them, then we'll both benefit from this!"

"I hope so," I said, but was beginning to worry – what if I didn't like sucking – I could end up trashing my relationship with both of them.

After school we all gathered at Marci's and we went to her bedroom, where she told Mark and I to undress. We did, while she sat on the bed and watched. Initially I felt a bit self-conscious about sucking Mark while Marci watched, but then I reminded myself that I was doing it for her.

I knelt before Mark, who approached and said, "Sorry I'm not hard – it just seems a little weird doing this in front of my sister. His cock was huge, even though soft, and I took him in my hand and fondled him. I'd never handled someone else's cock before – let alone a black one, and it held a certain fascination for me.

Of course I knew what my cock looked like, but I was looking at Mark's cock from a much closer perspective, and noticing exciting little details. I say exciting because I was beginning to get aroused, which Marci immediately noticed. She left the bed and knelt next to me, taking my cock in her hand.

Marks cock had nearly doubled in size, dwarfing my cock, now small in comparison. Just the same, Marci remained interested and stroked me to full erection. I was now ready to suck Mark. I took his cock head and a little of the shaft into my mouth. He was much too big to get in all the way, but I took what I could. My first impression was complete surprise at how nice it felt in my mouth – I never expected anything like that. It actually felt like it belonged in my mouth – or that I was supposed to be a cocksucker!

Marcy took hold of Mark's cock and began to stroke him while I sucked. "Move your tongue around on the head," she said, "Get to know all his contours." She cupped my balls with her other hand.

As I sucked, I realized that I did like it, and knew I'd want more. I knew that Mark was going to cum in my mouth and I wasn't sure what to expect. I had heard that some people thought cum tasted horrible, and it would make them puke – others loved it and couldn't get enough. I hoped it wouldn't taste too bad and resolved to swallow right away and get it over with.

"I'm gonna nut," said Mark, and soon his hot load flooded my mouth. Even though I expected it, I was still a little surprised. It was strong tasting – unlike anything else, but it wasn't too bad. I quickly swallowed before I changed my mind.

Marci now turned her attention to me and said, "Now just hold him in your mouth while I take care of you." She began to stroke me, and it only took a couple of minutes for me to cum. She caught my load in her hand and brought it to her mouth, swallowing my seed. I felt a short period of regret, when I wanted Mark's cock out of my mouth – and truthfully wanted to hide from what I had just done, but Marci was important to me, so I just toughed it out, and soon the feeling passed.

I accepted that I was now a cocksucker and was glad of it. When I was aroused, I had wanted Mark's cock in my mouth. Now that I had cum, I no longer desired that, but still felt okay with it – it seemed like a natural thing for me now.

Mark withdrew and thanked me, excusing himself. Now alone with Marci I asked, "Did I pass the second test?"

"Yes!" she said, "But I never really intended for you to take it – but I am truly honored that you would do such a thing for me. It must have been terrible for you!"

"Actually," I said, "I kind of liked it, but maybe it was because I was doing it for you."

"Les," Marci said, "It's okay if you do like it, and if you want to suck Mark other times as well."

"Well, right now there is something I need to do," I said, "Now it's time for me to see YOU naked."

Marci undressed and stood before me naked. She was beautiful and really sexy. I took her in my arms and kissed her. I reached for her clitty and gently fondled it. As I did she became aroused and began to kiss me more eagerly. It was like holding her clitty was like turning up the volumne on her passion!

I moved Marci to the bed and had her sit down on the edge, then lay back. I knelt on the floor next to her bed and put her legs over my shoulders and bent over to take her hardening clitty into my mouth. It was so small I could get it entirely in my mouth and I loved the way it felt as I moved my tongue around it as she moaned.

I knew full well that I had given Mark a blowjob, but this was different. I was simply going down on my girlfriend, and it certainly didn't seem at all like a blowjob. The truth is that I really didn't care – I was enjoying the wonderful closeness I was sharing with Marci through this lovely intimacy!

Female hormones had feminized Marci's body and caused her boy cock to shrink and become a clitty, so her response was slow. I sucked her for over twenty minutes before she came, and I didn't recognize it when she did.

"Stop stop stop!" she said.

I pulled back and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," she said, "You made me cum – and now I'm super sensitive."

"But I didn't taste anything," I replied.

"I don't always squirt," she said, so I have to tell you when I cum." I was really glad to have pleasured Marci, and we lay on the bed kissing and snuggling in the afterglow of her climax.

Eventually we settled on Marci signaling her climax by her touching my cheek with her fingers – I signal I truly loved to receive.

From that time forward we were much like any other boy-girl couple, except for a little adjustment when it came to intimacy, but for us it was normal and we both loved it.

My friendship with Mark grew ever stronger, and I blew him several times a week. Whenever I could I would jack-off as I sucked him, which was a really great way to cum. I realized that I really loved sucking black cock and was truly grateful for how it worked out.

Now that I am a high school senior, Marci and I plan to marry. My parents were a little surprised that I was in love with a black girl, but they adjusted quickly, being open-minded. They never found out that she was special in other ways.

I became a cocksucker to make Marci mine, and it was the best thing I could ever have done and look forward to sucking both Marci and Mark for the rest of my life!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (