Do I love to suck?

I don’t really understand why this is what interests you so much, but oh well. My answer is yes. I love to suck the male member. Moreover, I love to do it! Furiously looking at the thought of what I was doing. And even better - where I get up, if you understand me.

However, this was not always the case. I was the most ordinary girl in my time. Well, except that the situation in the family was absolutely not standard, but I will tell you about this some other time.

I started sucking on my sixteenth birthday. By that moment I already had a boyfriend - handsome Oleg. Although, I confess honestly, now I would hardly even look in his direction.

Oleg had only one advantage - high growth. About one hundred and eighty. Compared to my hundred and sixty-six - just a giant. The rest is a thin guy who was remembered to me by the fact that even my own, not very skillful efforts at that time, I could easily bring him to orgasm.

However, I did not want to part with virginity. So Oleg for a very, very long time had to be content solely with my mouth and fierce petting, which we did only if there were probably no one around.

However, I am ashamed to admit, but then I sucked completely without a spark. There was no internal stimulus, prompting. Lacked the desire to make nice. For me, then blowjob was just a duty. A must-have service that I must provide to my boyfriend.

However, this was destined to change, although it took me a lot more time to sway than I could have imagined.

It happened when I went to the senior class. Oleg was a year older and just entered the university. It was not the fifth, or the sixth of September. It's almost midnight on the clock.

Oleg and I have not seen each other for almost a month - his parents will be driven to the dacha, then they will take me abroad. In short - it did not develop. So all that was left for us was frantic phone sex and passionate sms.

What I did, having one eye in the textbook, and the other looking at the phone. From the conversation that we had, I was on a wild platoon. Although I don’t remember exactly what we were talking about.

A plan was born in the head. Oleg just returned home and for the first time ever, we had a very real opportunity to see each other. Although breaking the curfew. I was still thinking about the details, but I terribly wanted to do something nice for my boyfriend. Spicy and unforgettable.

“Can you come to me?” I asked in another text message.

“Well ... maybe. Why? ”- Oleg answered immediately.

"Believe me, you will not be disappointed!" - I quickly drove in and sent a message.

She herself looked at the closet. Details of an unforgettable date one after another rose into place. The phone with a buzz issued: “I will soon” and I immediately rushed into the bath - I had to quickly put on makeup.

Oleg lived three blocks from me. However, the area we had was not the best - here and in the afternoon it was possible to run into any gopot and other rabble. And at night - all the more. That is why the road, which could take five minutes, usually took about ten minutes for Oleg.

But time was still short. I quickly let my eyes down, slightly tinted my lips and ran into the room to change clothes.

By the time Oleg got to my house, I was standing at the intercom for a couple of minutes, putting my hand on the phone. Ready to take her off at any time so that the call would not wake my parents.

“Get up on the eighth and wait there,” I said to the phone, before the beep was quiet.

“Yeah,” Oleg answered.

I stood at the front door and waited, listening to the sounds of the entrance. Here the elevator went. Stopped a floor above. It is time. However, inside of me, everything trembled with excitement and shame. One thought about what I was going to do did not allow me to carry out my plans. His hand trembled, his heart pounded like mad. In his head, thoughts were spinning in the spirit: “What if they see !?”, “What if they suddenly find someone !?” who did not allow to open the door and leave the apartment.

For about five minutes I probably gathered my courage, while Oleg stood alone on the floor above and wondered what would happen. In the end, I somehow managed to push my fears into a corner just as much as it took me to turn the lock and slip out of the apartment, quietly closing the door behind me.

I stared at the porch with a look, but there was a deep silence around me, which calmed me a little. No sound. Not a soul.

Smiling, I walked up the stairs, my heels very tight at every step. Oleg was already waiting for me - he was standing right by the stairs. And, as soon as he saw me, the guy's eyes immediately widened.

Oleg looked dumbfounded as I, fairly twisting my hips, holding onto the railing with my pen, rose up to him in all my glory. Simply put - completely naked. Of the clothes I was wearing only high-heeled shoes. And nothing but them.

Looking into the surprised eyes of my boyfriend, I stopped short of a few steps and began to play with myself. Drove hands over the body, smiling temptingly. I played with fingers with nipples, clitoris, even once turned and bent over, exposing Oleg my holes.

My boyfriend didn't say anything. Just stared at me with all my eyes. He apparently had a bit of a shock. The guy did not even get a member - just stupidly staring at an unexpected presentation.

I, however, was somewhat embarrassed by his lack of participation. I then expected that Oleg would immediately pounce on me, press me against the wall and kiss me. And even she wouldn’t hold out at all and will push through the railing - I, to be honest, was morally ready for this, although the prospect of losing my virginity at the porch frightened me a little.

But looking at the frozen Oleg, I realized that I needed to take matters into my own hands. That is why she overcame the remaining steps and grabbed the guy a little lower than the belt. I even through the jeans felt his wild riser.

My touch, however, brought the guy out of stupor. At the moment, he uncovered his instrument and, grasping my hand, dragged me to the stairs to hide between the floors. But I rested.

- I'm good here too! - Slyly smiling, I said, walking a couple of steps from the stairs and dropping to my knees at the wall just in the middle of the landing.

Oleg, however, was, apparently, not in the mood to take care of public opinion. He came up to me and, even looking at the doors, everyone, like one decorated with door eyes, intercepted my hair and at the time drove my dick into my mouth.

For a minute, he simply fucked my mouth, without even letting me do anything - I could only caress the tongue between the head that entered between my lips. And only then Oleg moaned slightly and finally released my head from his grip.

I immediately seized the initiative, starting to suck very briskly, twisting my head for the best effect. A thought struck in my head - “I suck at the entrance!” I understood that neighbors might notice me. Hear, peep. And do not even say anything. Just think: "A neighbor, then we, it turns out, she is a slut!"

And from these thoughts alone, I was getting stronger and stronger. The crack flowed, I tugged at my own clitoris with my hand, almost paying no attention to the member in my mouth - just mechanically, making familiar movements with my own hands.

And then suddenly a jet of sperm hit me in the throat. From surprise, I opened my eyes and, choking, released a member of his mouth. Oleg, it seems, did not really notice. He stood with his hand on the wall above my head and continued to flow. And I didn’t even think of turning away or turning away from surprise.

There was a lot of sperm.And Oleg managed almost all of her to pull on my face and hair, simultaneously slapping my chest and everything else - I felt warm drops falling on my stomach and legs. A stinging odor struck my nose - one of the streams fell right into my nostril, leaving me no opportunity to get rid of this smell.

How should having shot, Oleg ...