When I think of the hot summer days when I was only 18, a chill runs up my spine as I visualize the fruit-flavored ice sticks destined to melt into sweet liquid inside my virginal mouth. It was almost a ritual to slowly peel the paper back from the frozen contents trying not to get any of the sticky residues on my fingers or my chin.
I remember how the boys used to watch me consume the delicious things until they disappeared inside my sweet-stained lips. Since I was not entirely virginal in my thoughts, I would spin the things between my lips and even venture a tentative lick with my ice-pop activated tongue. I guess that I was being a shameless tease because I knew the boys were just dying to stick their teenage pricks inside a girl’s mouth. I knew a lot of the girls were already allowing them to do just that so they would be popular without having to spread their legs and risk having an illegitimate child.
My name is Isabella and when I tell boys my name, I like to let it roll off my tongue with sensuous molding of my lips into a little “O” showing the pointed tip of my tongue. I used to practice in front of the mirror so I had it down to a perfect invitation for any boy watching to get the idea my mouth was just ripe for a nice juicy cock.
It was on an early July weekend that I finally had my opportunity to take a cock inside my mouth just like one of those inspiring ice sticks that I loved to suck and devour with my tongue.
Bobby Donovan was not a handsome boy. In fact, he had inherited his father’s genes and looked like one of those guys that worked on the docks lifting heavy loads all day long. He did have very strong legs and arms and he sported a bulge between his legs that promised a hefty package for oral consumption. I was not too enthused with sucking Bobby’s cock because he had always been a wise guy who taunted and teased me about almost everything from my hair to my slight problem of “baby fat” right on my well-rounded butt. He was always making fun of my big “monkey” butt and I was certain I did not look like a monkey at all.
I didn’t mind him sitting next to me under the boardwalk watching me do my thing with the ice-stick because I could see his bulge get huge and swollen. It really made me feel good to have that effect on him with just the tease of the silly ice-pop.
“You sure do know how to take care of that Popsicle, Isabella. You are the first girl I know that can take one of those things all the way inside and keep her eyes wide open.”
I spun it around and showed him my red tongue because it was a cherry-flavored pop.
“It tastes like real cherry and I love the sweet flavor. My mouth is all tingly and it feels positively frozen solid.”
Bobby scooted a little bit closer to me and his thing was touching right on my bare knee. I could feel the heat from his erection inside his swimming trunks.
“I have to be honest with you, Isabella. When I see you taking it all the way inside your mouth like that, I wonder if you could do the same thing with a guy’s you know what.”
I looked up at him with complete innocence in my eyes and simply asked, “What do mean, a you know what?”
He laughed and said, “A cock, Isabella, a guy’s cock. I want you to suck my dick with your cherry-flavored tongue. I bet you are too scared to do that, aren’t you?”
This was the first time a boy had put me on the spot to directly ask me to suck their dick. Strangely, I was not in the least bit put off by his crude bluntness. In fact, I really appreciated it because now I could just let myself be pushed into granting his wish like a friend or to prove I was not a newbie to cock sucking and had lots of experience.
“I am not scared, Bobby Donovan. I don’t mind letting you put your thing in my mouth. It better be clean and you better not push it in too hard because I am a good girl.”
Bobby looked at me in a different way.
I could tell he was surprised that I had agreed so quickly. I tried to act like it was not a big deal, but inside, I was really all nervous because I didn’t know how big his thing was and I was afraid I might not like the taste. All the girls who made a practice of sucking dicks told me that guy’s dicks all tasted different and if you sucked a mint or something, it didn’t really matter. The important thing was to keep it nice and hard so the guy could shoot his load sooner rather than later.
Since I was already sitting on my ass, Bobby just got up on knees and pulled his swimming trunks down right in front of my nose. I have to admit he had a pretty nice looking cock and I was glad I had decided to let him be the first guy to stick his cock in my mouth.
Before he even attempted to stick it in my mouth, Bobby held it in his hand and pushed it all over my face like he was trying to get me used to his touch and his taste. I tried my best not to laugh because he was tickling me with his balls. I didn’t want him to think I was making fun of him.
I estimated his business was about six inches long and that seemed very reasonable for a first time, but I was a little concerned that it was really thick and wide. My mouth was not very big because I am kind of on the small size except for my dratted backside.
After these facial warm-ups, Bobby started to rub my lips with serious intent. I could tell he was excited because he kept grunting like he was really enjoying everything. I wanted to say something, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he shoved his cock inside and I forgot what I was going to say. This was definitely not like an ice-stick at all. It was alive and it was hard but flexible. I thought he tasted like cherries, but then I realized it was probably the cherry ice-pop I still tasted. I decided I would always eat an ice-pop before sucking a dick because then I didn’t have to worry about any taste other than the ice-pop. It was a solution that chased all my “Heebie-Jeebies” away forever.
I looked up at Bobby’s face and he was looking like he had just discovered a treasure chest filled with gold. I wanted him to look down at me so he could see how wide I had opened my mouth for him and the fact that I had successfully taken his entire length inside without any difficulty. I hoped he would at least pat me on the top of my head to tell me I was doing a good job.
He just put both of his hands on the back of my head and kept me fully engaged with his shaft completely buried inside my mouth. All of a sudden, my mouth was filled with liquid and I thought he had peed or shot his load prematurely. But it was just my own saliva mixed with his pre-cum lubricating the entire process the natural way.
Those juices started to push back out and drool down my face and drip off of my chin right onto my lap and my pubic mound. I wondered if he did cum and it flowed down like that into that area if it would go through my swimming suit and get up into my vagina to make me pregnant. I know now that that was completely silly, but at the time I must admit I was more than a little concerned.
When Bobby started to stroke into my face and pushed his cock even deeper into my mouth, I was momentarily confused because I feared he would make me gag and everything would just fall to pieces and I would be a failure as a sucker of cocks. But my surplus saliva saved the day and we just kept pounding his cock and my face together like boys and girls the world over experimenting with our equipment in our younger, barely over 18, years of age.
Everything seemed to come together quite nicely. I had allowed my hand to wander down to my swimsuit covered camel-toe and was vigorously rubbing and poking it with my determined fingers. The reaction that inspired fit in well with the sensation of having a real live boy’s cock inside my mouth. Even my pucker hole was beginning to take notice and opened and closed as if in anticipation of some depraved boy’s cock back there where we are not supposed to take such things inside.
Bobby’s grunts had a different sound to them now. He sounded more like he was emitting a perpetual whine instead of a satisfied grunt each time his cock bottomed out at the top of my throat. When I looked up at his face now, I could see him looking down at my innocent teenaged face with intense interest at how I was managing to suction him so skillfully and keep my teeth away from any contact with his penis skin. I could tell he trusted me to get the job done and I was determined to make this the very best suck off he had ever received in his short life. He confided in me later that this was only the second time he had been sucked. He told me he didn’t even count the first time because it was one of the married friends of his mother who accidently came into the bathroom when he was having a wank.
Apparently, she had grabbed hold of his cock before he could hide it and it barely got inside he lips when he was forced to blast his load inside her pretty mouth. She thought it was very funny, but he told me he was totally mortified because he wanted to fuck her face for a nice long time before firing off his cum. I asked him who it was, but he wouldn’t tell me because he said she was a real religious person with four kids and he figured it should be sort of a secret.
Getting back to our own little tableau, I could feel Bobby’s cock swell inside my mouth and then he started to spurt his sticky stuff forcing me to swallow it down into my tummy where it wouldn’t make a mess. At almost the very same time, my manipulations of my captured camel-toe came to a head and I started to shiver and quake way down there where the grass grows green. It was so satisfying that I completely forgot to ask Bobby to return the favor by at least kissing me down there a few times so I would know he was aware the whole thing was a two-way street and he would be expected to make me feel good sometimes as well.
Four years later, I am 22 and here I am in the corner snack shop buy an orange ice-stick. I see the manager, a very nice older man with big horn-rimmed glasses watching me intently as I push it delicately into my mouth. In all honesty, I have to admit I know exactly what he is thinking, and the best part is I know that he knows that I know what he is thinking and that makes it even more kinky and exciting. I look around and make sure there are no other customers and with a wink and a nod, I slide behind the counter and get down on my knees in front of the slender mature man.
I know I am always going to think “Orange” whenever I come into this shop again. The thought makes me shiver with anticipation.
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