First Taste of Cum Part 309    
          by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)  



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.


Ronnie

    I 'm Jason – I was a sophomore in a new high school. My father took a new job, so we had to move. The new school was great, and I made many new friends – one of whom was Ronnie, a pretty girl who shared several classes with me.

Ronnie had lovely brown hair, hanging down past her shoulders. She was nicely shaped, with perky breasts and a nice round ass – I found myself noticing her ass as she walked. She smiled a lot when we were together and it seemed that we had a developing relationship.

Soon we were having lunch regularly, and I was thrilled when she invited me to her house after school. I was even happier when she invited me to sit with her on the couch – it sure seemed like we might be on the pathway to making out!

I had limited experience with girls. I'd kissed a few but never got any further, though I sure wanted to. I routinely jacked-off thinking about getting further with a girl, and lately Ronnie featured prominently in my fantasies.

I was really nervous and just didn't know how to get started. Lucky for me Ronnie wasn't timid and soon we were kissing. She really knew how to kiss and soon our tongues were dancing together. I wondered how far I could take this, and soon had a hand on one of Ronnie's breasts. That surprised her and I quickly pulled back, fearing that I'd moved to fast.

"Sorry," I said.

"Don't be," she responded, taking my hand and placing it directly on her breast. That was a really clear green light, and I happily fondled one breast, then the other.

"Hold on," Ronnie said. I wondered if I'd done something wrong.

As Ronnie began to unbutton her blouse, I couldn't believe my good fortune. Ronnie shed her blouse and turned around and said, "Unhook me – that's your job."

I gladly did my job and soon her bra fell away. "Sorry I'm kind of small," she said, taking a breast form from one of the cups, "I need this to feel more confident."

Ronnie's breasts were B cups, though I didn't know enough to judge size. "I think your breasts are wonderful," I said, "Those big bazookas some girls have don't look very good."

I placed a hand on one of Ronnie's bare breasts and said, "See, it's just the right size!"

As I fondled her breast I felt her nipple harden. "Do the other one," she said, "Equal time, just to be fair!"

I gladly massaged her other breast and then leaned toward her and took a nipple in my mouth. This was all so new to me and I hoped I was doing it right. Ronnie moaned and held my head in her hands, pressing me to her. I had only gotten to second base, but I sure wasn't complaining!

Just to be fair, I moved to the other nipple and loved the way it hardened between my lips.

The very best part was the way I made Ronnie moan. I was learning as I sucked – they don't teach you this stuff in sex education, but Ronnie was a darned good tutor. I was eager to learn anything she wanted to teach me!

Ronnie excused herself to go to the bathroom. I waited eagerly, realizing that I had a raging hard-on. If I were home I'd be jacking-off, but couldn't do that now, so I waited for Ronnie's return.

I stood as she entered the room and I reached to take her into my arms. "Just a moment," she said, and proceeded to unbutton my shirt. Then she pressed her bare chest to mine and I pressed my lips to hers.

As we kissed, I put my hand on her buns and gently squeezed. As much as I loved her breasts, I have a special fondness for a girl's ass. Ronnie seemed to like my touching her there and kissed me more passionately.

"It seems that you're an ass man," she said, "Will you take care of me there too?"

"Sure," I replied, having no idea what she had in mind. She turned and removed her skirt, now standing there in only her panties – thong panties! I couldn't take my eyes off her pretty bare buns, and ran my hand across her soft, smooth skin.

Ronnie led me back to the couch, where she knelt facing the back of the couch, her ass toward me. "Well?" she said, "I'm yours."

I wasn't sure what to do, but I was really drawn to her pretty ass, and soon found myself kneeling on the floor, kissing one cheek, then the other. "You're off to a good start," she said. What more did she want me to do? I probably should have known, and felt really embarrased that I didn't. I continued to kiss her cheeks, and then moved toward the center, and kissed her crack. Ronnie moaned, signaling that I was on the right track.

I kissed up and down her crack, really unsure of myself but filled with desire. I extended my tongue into her crack and she moaned even more. Next she reached back and pulled the thong strap out of her crack and spread her cheeks apart, giving me a clear view of her tender pucker. This was completely new to me and I was stunned – unsure what to do.

"Keep going," she said, "You're doing great."

This was completely so to me, but I timidly pressing my lips to her pucker and kissed her. Ronnie moaned loudly new and said, "Yes! Kiss me – I'm clean!"

Encouraged by Ronnie, I cautiously extended my tongue into her pucker. She pressed back toward my face, as if urging me to go deeper. I extended my tongue as far as I could into Ronnie as she squealed with delight. What I was doing might sound disgusting, but in the moment, it was wonderful, and Ronnie was extremely clean – what I would later come to call "kissing clean".

After a few minutes Ronnie turned around and said, "You've been a very good boy indeed – now it's your turn!" She put her hand on my crotch and took hold of my cock through my pants. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt – so much better than when I touched myself!

Ronnie helped me to my feet and knelt on the floor. I was stunned and didn't know what to do, but she did. She unzipped me and soon I was in her mouth. It was amazing! She sucked me for about a minute before I came in her mouth. It felt so wonderful but I wasn't sure if I should have cum in her mouth.

"Sorry," I said, "I couldn't help it." I hoped she wasn't upset with me.

"I'll say!" she said, as she swallowed, "If I didn't rescue you, you could have cum in your pants!"

I was thankful for the "rescue" and told her it was wonderful. She just smiled and stood up, leaving my cock hanging out of my pants. She excused herself to go brush her teeth.

While she was gone I put my cock away and tried to make sense of what just happened. I had my tongue up her ass, which I never would have thought to do, and it seemed to drive Ronnie wild – and she rewarded me by sucking me off. I knew my tongue was going to be up her ass as often as I could!

When Ronnie returned she kissed me, and I pulled her close. "You better be going," she said, "My parents will be home from work soon."

I thanked her again and stole another kiss before I left. Ronnie had taught me more about girls than I'd ever known before. The rest of the day I couldn't get her out of my mind. She was more than a friend – much more!

The next day we sat together on the school bus and I confessed to Ronnie, "I really care about you – a lot."

"I care about you too Jason," she responded, "Or we would never have done what we did yesterday."

"I really liked that," I said, "But most of all I like just being with you." That sounded like the right thing to say – I sure liked what we did even more than just being with her.

As we got off the bus Ronnie took my hand in hers. I'd never held hands with a girl before. It was a simple thing, but felt electrifying. From that point forward we held hands whenever we walked together, and I loved it.

Between classes I was approached by two of my new friends, Steve and Mike. "I see you're with Ronnie a lot," Steve said.

"Yeah," I said, "She's pretty special."

"Maybe more special than you think," replied Mike, "She's a tranny."

"A what?" I responded.

"A tranny," said Steve, "A girl with a dick."

I had no idea what they could possibly be talking about, and I must have looked stunned.

"Just wanted to clue you in," said Mike, "Before things go too far."

We went our separate ways to our next class. I tried to make sense of what they'd told me – was there anything to it, or were they just hosing me?

Ronnie was in my next class so I sat next to her. Soon I no longer thought about what the guys had told me, instead thinking about the wonderful time Ronnie had given me. After class we held hands as I walked Ronnie to her next class, and then on to mine.

After school I went to Ronnie's again, and as we kissed I thought about what the guys had told me. I decided to ask Ronnie, expecting to find they were wrong.

"A couple of guys said something to me today," I began, "They said you were a tranny – I don't know what that even means."

"It's a crude way of saying transgender," Ronnie explained, "And yes, I am one."

"But they said you had a dick," I continued, "Is that true?"

"Was that Mike and Steve you talked to?" she asked. I nodded.

"Those bastards!" she said, "but yes, it's true – I have a dick."

"This is a lot to take in!" I said, "I thought you were a girl."

"I am a girl!" insisted Ronnie, "I just started out as a boy."

"But your dick?" I asked in amazement.

"If you can just ignore it," Ronnie said, "You won't have to deal with it."

I sat down on the couch, not sure what to even think. Ronnie sat down, but with some space between us. I thought I may have ruined things between us with my question, but if it's really true, what would that mean for us?

"So does that mean you don't like me anymore?" she asked.

"I'm trying to make sense of this," I said, "Could I just hold you for a while?"

Ronnie slid over to me and I took her in my arms. She sure felt like the girl I made out with yesterday, but could it ever be the same now?

As I held her, I realized how much I liked her, and thought that maybe this wouldn't make a difference – I sure wanted everything to be good between us, because she was fantastic.

Ronnie's head was on my shoulder, and the smell of her perfume filled my head. I turned to her and kissed her cheek, and she brought her lips to mine. We kissed and it felt like yesterday all over again.

Before long I had my tongue in her ass once again. There was no doubt in my mind that I was kissing a girl ass, and loving every moment of it.

"You sure know how to get a girl going," she said. This time I wanted to make Ronnie cum – it seemed only fair after what she'd done for me.

When she stood up, I turned her around and pressed my face to the front of her panties. I could feel a small bulge in her panties, and had to be sure about this, so I pulled down her panties to see that she did indeed have a dick and it was fully hard. She was very small, maybe only two inches long, but fully hard.

"Oh Jason, just ignore that – please," she said.

I took Ronnie's dick between my fingers and began to stroke her. Soon she came, and squirted all over my shirt. Once she saw this she apologized and led me to the bathroom, where she took a wet washcloth and cleaned up my shirt, not wanting me to go home with a stained shirt.

After cleaning me up she said, "Let me take care of you now."

"No," I replied, "Let's talk first."

We went back to the couch and Ronnie said, "I guess this changes everything?"

"Well, it doesn't change how I feel about you," I said, "How did Steve and Mike know?"

"I've known them since first grade, when I went to school as a boy," she began – I listened with interest as she told me her incredible story.

"I was born a boy, but knew I really was a girl from the start," she continued, "I went to different doctors, and by the time I was twelve my parents let me transition to a girl. I've been taking female hormones since then, which is why I have breasts and a small penis."

"So Steve and Mike knew that you started out as a boy," I acknowledged, "So why are they making trouble now?"

"In Junior High they threatened to tell others about my transition unless I blew them," she said, looking down at the floor.

"So did you do it?" I asked.

"I've been doing it a couple of times a week since then," she explained, "But they may think that you may be threatening our deal."

"That's terrible!" I said, "They should be locked up!"

"It's not that bad," she said, "I learned to do it well, the practice helped me take good care of you!"

"So what happens now?" I asked.

"I need to talk with them and assure them our deal is still good," she said, "Do you still want to be with me now?"

"Yes, of course," I said, "But I don't like you being forced to blow those guys. But I want you to be my girlfriend."

"Even with my penis?" she asked. I just pulled her to me and kissed her deeply.

I avoided talking with Mike and Steve the next day, fearful that I'd get in a fight with them. After school Ronnie and I were intimate again and I kissed her ass until she was thoroughly aroused. Then I had her stand up and pulled down her panties once again.

"It would be better if you just ignored that," Ronnie said.

"I'm not gonna ignore anything about you," I said, and then leaned to her and took her tiny dick into my mouth. Remembering what she did for me, I moved my tongue around the tiny head as she moaned with pleasure and pulled my head close to her. I put my hands on her buns and fondled her as I sucked. Soon she came in my mouth. It was pretty strong tasting, but I was determined not to shirk my responsibility to take care of my girl.

She held my head close to her for a time and them pulled away. "You can spit it out if you want," she said.

I stood up and visibly swallowed. She pressed her mouth to mine and kissed me. "I never thought you'd do that!" she said.

"I guess we both have a few surprises," I said.

Now that there were no more secrets, Ronnie was no longer self-conscious about me seeing her. I made a point of sucking her off every time we were intimate. We settled into a wonderful routine of my sucking her nipples, then kissing her ass, then sucking her off. Ronnie would reward me by sucking me off.

Every day seemed to bring us closer together, and soon we confessed our love for each other. It didn't bother me a bit that Ronnie had a dick – in fact I'd really come to like it.

After about a month, Mike and Steve approached me once again. I suspected that they were up to no good, which was soon confirmed. "How do you like being a cocksucker?" asked Mike.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I shot back.

"Ronnie is damn good cocksucker," said Steve, "And she's been doing us for years, so she's probably turned you into a faggot as well."

"I'm no faggot!" I insisted.

"Of course not," agreed Mike, "You're just blowing Ronnie every chance you get!"

They had me on that, and I could think of nothing to say, so I just kept my mouth shut.

"Don't worry," assured Steve, "We won't tell anybody, as long as you do us too."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Don't be such a prude," replied Mike, "You'll like it as much as Ronnie does – you'll see!"

I told them I'd think about it and left. I had much to disucss with Ronnie.

At lunchtime I talked with Ronnie. She insisted that while she loved me, she enjoyed blowing the other guys and really wanted to continue. I won't go into the detail of our conversation, but it was a lot different than I'd anticipated. In the end, Ronnie suggested that it was something we could share, and she thought it would be a lot of fun.

I spent the rest of the school day thinking about it. Ronnie's dick was very small – like a little boy's dick. Steve and Mike would be much bigger, and maybe not as easy to suck. I wondered if their loads would taste different than Ronnie's. By the end of the school day I wanted to find out, so I told Ronnie I'd do it with her. We waited for Steve and Mike at the school entrance. When Steve approached, we greeted him and said we would be glad to do him as a team. He smiled and invited us to his home. Mike had soccer practice, so we would have to catch him another time.

At Steve's house we went into his living room, where he unzipped and took out his cock. Ronnie dropped to her knees and looked to me. I nervously knelt next to her, putting my arm around her waist. She kissed me and whispered, "Get ready to share."

She took Steve into her mouth and began to suck him. After a few minutes she turned her face to me, allowing Steve to slip from her mouth, and kissed me. After a brief kiss I took Steve into my mouth. His cock was big, as expected, but I was surprised how easy it was to suck him – in fact it seemed to fit my mouth perfectly – like is was supposed to be there. I used the same techniques I'd used on Ronnie, and Steve moaned, telling me I was a good cocksucker. It was insulting, but I realized it was true, so I just continued.

"My turn," Ronnie whispered, and I released Steve's cock to her. We continued like this for about five minutes, and then Steve said, "Here is comes!"

He was in my mouth at the time, and he grabbed my head and held me firmly as he unloaded in my mouth. It was strong, but similar in taste to Ronnie's cum – just a lot more of it.

Ronnie whispered to me not to swallow, and when Steve pulled out, she pressed her lips to mine and forced her tongue inside. Our mouths opened and we shared Steve's load, and then each swallowed our share.

"This is better than ever!" said Steve, "We gotta do this more often!" Ronnie and I went to her house and had our hottest sex ever!

I would never have imagined how hot this could be, but it really supercharged our relationship! We continued to blow both Steve and Mike until graduation, when they both left town for college. It didn't take long before we missed sucking them and discussed finding other guys to blow. I had no idea how to find someone who would keep our secret as well as Steve and Mike had.

Then Ronnie hit on a great idea. We would go to the lounge in some of the local hotels and find lonely travelers. We watched and singled out guys on their own after they had a couple drinks. I was surprised to find that more than half the guys we propositioned agreed and took us to their room. We shared the blowjob, and whoever got the load would hold it so we shared it with a kiss.

One time we sucked three guys. It was too late to go back to Ronnie's house because her parents were home, and I really needed her. The parking lot wasn't very well lit, so when we got to the car Ronnie slipped of her panties and handed them to me. She knelt on the passenger seat, leaning into the driver's seat with her ass aimed toward me as I stood outside the open door. I lifted her skirt, spread her cheeks and kissed her deeply. I played with her little dick as she moaned with delight. This only lasted a couple of minutes before Ronnie got up and said, "You better finish what you started!"

She stood up and I dropped to my knees and sucked her. She held my head close to her and came in less than a minute. I stood up and we kissed, sharing the load as usual.

"Your turn!" she declared, sitting in the seat and unzipping me. I loved every part of intimacy with Ronnie, but nothing compared to her sucking me. Soon I gave her my load and she shared it back with me as we kissed.

Ronnie and I are married now and continue to blow every guy we can together. Hotels are still great hook-up places, but we've found others as well. From time to time we hear from Steve or Mike, who come back to visit family. We make a point of having them over to share a load with us.

We continue find new guys to blow, which seems to energize our relationship. I don't know how long we can keep this up, but I'm sure not getting tired of it!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)