It was Thursday night at the local watering hole his parents so often frequented. It was 'all-you-can-eat chicken' night. It was generally the only night his parents ever invited their eighteen-year-old son to join them, since it precluded having to prepare dinner at home. Other parents seemed to have adopted the same regimen. As his parents joined the others in getting shit-faced drunk, the kids would shoot pool, play darts, drink sodas and chat.
The place was a combination bar, hotel and respectable restaurant. He had watched Jeananne get up and move toward the rest room. Jeananne...the object of so many masturbatory fantasies. She certainly wasn't the prettiest girl in his class. She was a compact little dirty blond with freckles and an impish smile. They'd only chatted briefly in the past. She had not been unfriendly.
He was an athlete and considered a prime dating target. They'd never gone on a date together. His best friend on the football team knew her pretty well. His best friend was in fact Jeananne's neighbor in the tiny town. A week earlier his best friend had whispered conspiratorially as they were getting ready to leave the locker room after practice:
"Jeananne likes to suck cock."
Ever since that moment, visions of Jeananne's sweet little mouth engulfing his virgin cock had haunted him. She was walking now, apparently heading to the rest room. He nonchalantly rose and headed in the same direction, trying not to appear too obvious. It was also nickel beer night so the rest rooms always had people waiting to gain entrance. There were several women waiting to use the lady's room. Jeananne did not seem willing or able to wait. She went around the corner and down the hall to the front desk. He held back; he heard her ask the ancient woman at the front desk if there was someplace else that she could go. To his surprise, the old woman slid a key across the desk and pointed down the hall.
The old woman sat down behind the front desk. He could not see her. Could he get by her without being detected? She was very old; he recalled that she didn't hear very well. Crouching down and scampering close to the front desk on fleet, sneaker-clad feet, he was quickly by her without apparent notice.
He caught a glimpse of Jeananne turning a corner ahead of him. As he got to the corner and peaked around, a door to one of the hotel rooms a few feet away was lazily swinging closed. Dashing to the door, he caught it before it latched, then stood motionless as he listened intently at the door. A toilet seat...a rustle of clothing...the flow of her urine in the bowl...another noise as something plopped in the toilet, twice. The squeak of an ancient toilet paper hanger...the flush of the toilet...clothing rustling again...the faucet being turned on. It was now or never. He pushed the door open; his heart was racing. He was excited and scared, searching his young brain for a 'story' if she was not pleased to see him. He closed the door noisily and took the two steps that would place him in the bathroom doorway.
She turned and spoke, surprised, "David! What are you doing in here, you shouldn't be..."
He closed the distance between them and shut her up with his mouth, crushing his lips against her own and pulling her tight little body against his. She would either push him away and maybe even slap him or...
Fortunately it appeared to be the 'or', at least initially. She responded to him, returned his kiss, probed with her tongue and pushed her young mons into his rapidly inflating cock. One hand fell to her pert young ass as the other quickly found the hem of her skirt and moved underneath. He wasn't in the mood for preliminaries---there wasn't time.
Both of his hands quickly moved under her short skirt, cupped her sweet little rump and peeled her cotton panties down, exposing the cool flesh of her taut teen butt. She whimpered. He feared that she was on the verge of pulling away. As one hand caressed her tight anal groove, the other came around to the front and cupped her sparsely populated blond muff. A finger quickly slid along her greasy slot and then darted inside.
Finger fucking. He knew something about finger fucking. He had some experience in that department and had learned its finer points in the back seat of his mother's car with both the head cheerleader and the prettiest majorette. The latter had actually given him some valuable training in technique. As soon as Jeananne's slim hips started moving back and forth with increasing vigor as if fucking his fingers, his confidence rose significantly.
Her tongue was now scouring his mouth and her firm little titties were pressed against him. She was moaning and whimpering. His other hand was cupping her sweet cheeks and the fingers of said hand were working their way down her crease to her slimy hole. Now he had both hands working on her little teen twat. Her hands---both of them---had fallen to his crotch and were actively massaging his hard organ.
It was the fashion of the time not to wear belts with jeans and he had left his briefs in his gym bag after showering following practice since they were, well...nasty. A snap of a button and a quick zip and his cock was in her hands. She gasped and whimpered again. She began to stroke him. Unable to gain the desired access, she pushed his jeans to the floor with a hand, aided by a talented foot.
He was able to kick one foot free without breaking contact. He spread his legs to give her more room. She took advantage of the improved access and began to softly work his hard nuts with one hand as she stroked his cock head with the other. And then she came, squeezing his balls a little harder than he would have liked but he would recover.
What now? Push her blond head down to indicate what he wanted? No need. Jeananne, it would seem, already knew the drill. She was on her knees in a flash. The tile floor caused her immediate discomfort. He grabbed a bath towel from over the tub and threw it on the floor. She smiled appreciatively and slipped it under her knees. And then she took his cock in her mouth and blew him for all he was worth.
He would cum in less than twenty seconds. She knew it, could feel the change in his slick cock. As he got closer, her young face registered concern. His best friend had not told him that Jeananne was neither a spitter nor a swallower, previously having elected to jerk a cock on her hard little titties. Normally by this stage, she would he naked from the waist up and on one occasion, naked from the waist down too.
Normally? Wait a minute, she mused. 'I've only done this twice before and it was the same cock.' It had been with someone she thought was her best friend. In her own living room while her parents had been at work. And then he had never asked her out on a date and she had cut him off after that second time she had done it in the small garden between their two houses.
She was wearing her nicest school blouse and skirt. If he shot all over the place, both garments would be ruined and it might well end up in her hair and she still had to go back to the bar and sit with her friends and her parents were also there...
He came hard with every bit as much volume as one would expect from a healthy eighteen-year-old boy getting his knob polished for the first time ever. It was all she could do to keep it all in her mouth...she had planned to spit it out on the towel. That would mean taking his cock out of her mouth....and there was so damn much of it! There were two other problems with that plan.
First, she could feel the first drops seeping out around the edges of her mouth. Secondly, she liked the way his cock felt in her mouth, having never had a cock in her mouth at this stage before. Now he was whimpering...shuddering...shaking. She felt so completely in control...she was giving him extreme pleasure coupled with excruciating agony.
She'd made her decision. This would be a first. She swallowed tentatively. To her surprise the feel of his slippery spunk rolling down her throat excited her. She had feared she might gag---proud that she hadn't. In the end barely a drop slipped out of her talented little mouth. She stood up, still holding his cock with her small hands.
"Kiss me, David. Kiss me if you expect what just happened to ever happen again."
David wasn't sure he wanted to kiss Jeananne after he'd just filled her mouth with cum but he knew damn well he wanted her to blow him again---and she had clearly indicated that it was reasonably likely to occur---if he complied. He kissed her; to his surprise, he did not find the taste as repugnant as he had expected. In fact he found it not unpleasant at all.
A year or so later his father would put it all in perspective when he would intone, "Any man who won't kiss a woman after she's finished sucking him off is a complete ass hole who didn't deserve the blow-job in the first place."
