Discovering Delia Part 3    
          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.

    I arrived at Delia's and she greeted me in her robe, but underneath was wearing a peach colored bra and panties. I parted the robe and reached around her, pulling her tight as I caressed her soft smooth skin.

"Please get dressed dear," I said, "I want to take you out tonight."

"I've never been out," she said, "At least not as Delia."

"Then we'll make a great adventure of it!" I said.

"I haven't a thing to wear!", she said.

"Nonsense," I said, "All women say that, show me what you have."

Delia took me into her bedroom and opened her closet – no women's attire to be seen. She opened a drawer in her dresser that had lingerie, saying, "This is all I have."

I was surprised – but it hit me that this was all that she needed in her former role – but that would have to change.

"Delia dear," I said, "I don't want just a bedroom girlfriend – I want to be able to go places with you – it's mainly about being together and enjoying each other's company. The intimacy will always be there, but that's not the main event. We'll get you some nice clothes you can wear out in public."

"But that's not all," she said, "I've never been out, and I'm afraid. What if I'm read? – what if I don't know how to act?"

"I'm not sending you out on your own," I assured her, "I'll be there with you. Before you know it you'll be completely comfortable being out on your own."

"I'm afraid," she said, "But if you'll be with me, I think I can do it, but you'll have to pick up some clothes first."

"I'll be glad to do that," I said, "Just tell me your sizes."

"I don't know my sizes, except for bras and panties," she said.

"Well, we can measure you and look them up," I said, "Can you bring me a tape measure?"

After looking around awhile Delia came back with a yard stick and said, "This is all I have."

"That won't work for measuring you," I said, "Do you have any string, or maybe some ribbon?"

Delia quickly located a spool of ribbon – the kind used for wrapping gifts. I asked her to remove her robe and I unwound some ribbon and wrapped it around her shoulders, bust, waist and hips, noting with my fingers where the ribbon overlapped and then measuring that on the yardstick. We wrote down the various dimensions. As I took her hip measurement I noted the bulge in her panties, and when I measured the inseam my fingers were touching her bulge. I couldn't resist. I stood up and kissed Delia while putting my hand on the bulge and gently massaging her there.

"Let's be clear about one thing," I said, "Some guys may think of you as a girl with a dick, but as my girlfriend this is a clitty – got it?" Delia nodded, and kissed me more passionately as I fondled her.

"I really like your nipples and your rosebud," I continued, "But I need to take care of your clitty as well. I'm ready to do that, and hope to do a good job of it."

As Delia stood there, I dropped to my knees and pressed my face against the bulge in her panties. I felt her harden as I did, and led her to the bed, where I lay her on her back, hips at the edge of the bed. I pulled down her panties and her hard clitty sprung up. I slipped the panties down over he feet and placed them on the bed alongside her.

Now was the moment of truth: I took her clitty into my mouth and gently sucked. I tried to remember what Delia had done for me on Sunday and tried to mimic that. I put her legs over my shoulders, enjoyng the soft warmth of her inner thighs against my cheeks. I found that I was able to reach up and gently squeeze her nipples as I sucked. Delia was moaning and urging me on. In just a few minutes she screamed out and began to shoot her girl juice into my mouth. It was strong tasting. I didn't really like the taste, but it was the nectar of Delia's orgasm, so it was really special to me. I knew that a lot of women won't let their men cum in their mouths, and would never swallow. Of course I would swallow, and proved so when Delia stopped pumping.

Then she completely surprised me when she said, "You should go now."

"Why?" I asked, "What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing," she answered, "I just need to be alone, that's all."

Feeling completely disheartened, I got up and got ready to leave. "I'm so sorry for whatever I did – or didn't do," I said. Delia was as mysterious as any women – I just wished I knew what I did wrong.

I departed and went to my car, but as I was opening the door I heard Delia say, "Wait! Please don't go!" I looked up and saw Delia standing in the doorway – definitely NOT dressed for public viewing!

"Go back in!" I shouted to her as I closed the car door and went in.

"You got me really confused now!" I said.

"I'm so sorry," Delia explained, "This is all my fault!"

"I did the same thing to you as most men have done to me," she continued, "When I came, I suddenly felt different and didn't want to face what had happened."

"I guess I didn't do very good work," I said.

"No! You were perfect," she corrected, "It was me."

"I don't understand," I replied.

"The climax you gave me was amazing!" she said, "But then I felt guilty and ashamed of being a sissy – I didn't want to be Delia any more."

"Is there anything I should have done differently?" I asked.

"You were perfect!" she assured me, "Nobody ever made me cum before and I'm so proud of you – I just have to learn how to not spoil it.

"Let's just cuddle for a while and not talk," I said, leading her back to the bed and laying next to her. We drifted off to sleep spooning together.

It was dark when we awoke, and hadn't had dinner yet. We called a Chinese takeout restaurant and ordered. I drove out to pick it up, and we enjoyed a very informal dinner together.

"I really liked it when you went down on me," Delia confessed, "And II hope you'll do it often."

"I intend to," I assured her, "And once you climax, before you can say anything I'm going to just snuggle with you and make sure you feel safe and wanted."

It was getting late so we kissed a bit more before we departed. "I'm glad I made you climax and don't want you to ever have to do it for yourself – that's my job, okay?" I said.

Delia agreed and said she would hold me to it. We kissed again and I departed.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)