Don’t Knock It ‘Till You’ve Felt It by Reek57

Don’t Knock It Till You’ve Felt It by Reek57Reek57: An Eye-Opening Erotic Journey

Author’s note: I was recently thinking about the first girl I’m sure I introduced to oral sex, then about the first time I ate pussy — or tried to — and also about the girl who really taught me how to do a good job of it. I’m putting brief versions of all those tales together here, for your amusement, and my reminiscence. I admit there may be a little deviation from the actual facts; it was quite a while ago after all. I hope you enjoy them almost as much I enjoyed experiencing them.

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I never dated much in high school, and it wasn’t until late in my freshman year of college that I had my first sexual encounter. I’d had plenty of fantasies though, and for one reason or another, eating pussy was one of those things I REALLY wanted to try. Cunnilingus, eating her out, going down on her, eating pussy, muff diving, dining at the Y, giving a mustache ride, or just plain oral sex; whatever you want to call it, I wanted to do it. And the more I’ve done it over the ensuing years the more I love it. Do I love it more than actual intercourse, no, not usually anyway. Do I love it more than having a woman suck me off, well honestly, that depends I guess. It depends on her skill and or how enthusiastic she is about it, I suppose. But I digress…

The first time I got to try licking a vagina was also the first time I saw one “in the flesh,” so to speak. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out as I would have liked, partly due to the situation and my inexperience, but mostly just bad timing. Without going into too much detail, it was the girl I dated late in my freshman year, the first one I dated in college. To say that she had “been around” a lot is an understatement, but I hadn’t even been around the block yet.

Donna had apparently been quite sexually active in high school, although I never knew any details of that. She continued at college. She had dated an upperclassman that lived on my floor in the dorm — a somewhat inexperienced one, I gathered. I found out they were “doing it” when he returned my car after borrowing it for a date. He excitedly told me how really great it was that the back seat folded down so you could lie in the hatch back area. Apparently he lost his virginity that night. Long story short, somehow they broke up not long after, and I found her she pursuing me next!

She was fairly attractive, but the idea that some woman was actually coming on to ME was what got me hooked. To the point of this story, we took a walk around campus one spring afternoon and ended up in the woods. We went off the trail to a little grassy place and started to fool around. Before long her pants were down and she was on all fours waving her skinny naked ass at me. I caressed it, and her snatch, then told her I wanted to eat her. She agreed, but didn’t seem very enthusiastic.

Being totally inexperienced, I started to lick at her pussy from behind. Of course, the access was not great in that position. I was too ignorant to lie down under her and have it all right there, but for some reason, she never suggested it either. Looking back, I wonder if she was ever eaten much before that, or if she really just wanted to get fucked. There are quite few things I wonder about her…

On that occasion, none of it mattered much. Moments after my tongue touched her soft, moist lips, some guy walking his dog came wondering towards us. I was very embarrassed to get seen like that, and I think she was too, since she pulled up her pants in a flash and we both jumped up, startling the dog walker, who apparently hadn’t seen us yet. We never finished our interlude that day.

We fooled around a few more times, but for one reason or another, I never got the chance to eat her again. We had an unfortunate tendency to be interrupted by others every time she gave me a blow job. It was an activity she apparently loved, although she always told me not to come in her mouth. I never got the chance since something always disturbed our activity.

It wasn’t very long at all before she found a new guy whose pants she wanted to get into and our sexual activity was over before it really got started. I was both disappointed and relieved, since even then I knew the way she went through “boyfriends” seemed very odd.

I started dating someone else before the term ended, and was with her for over a year. My new girlfriend and I fooled around quite a bit and eventually I got to taste her sweet pussy. She enjoyed it, but she didn’t give me much useful feedback to improve my technique, so I sort of fumbled along. The same was true of the next girl I got to eat, although she was somewhat more vocal, providing a bit more encouragement when things were going well. Still, I was basically self-taught. In those pre-internet days, I had very limited access to useful resources to enhance my skills, other than continued practice.

That changed, however, after my junior year when I was working as an EMT for the summer. I did 24 hour shifts, two or three times a week. We had a single bunk room for the four crew members on duty. One of my frequent coworkers was a girl named Jane. She was a couple years older than me, but when you’re only 21, two or three years was kind of a significant difference. She was also definitely more experienced than I was, in terms of sex.

Jane and I were often partners in the same ambulance, so we spent considerable time together at work. She was easy to talk to, and we got along very well. We talked a lot, and about a lot of things, sex included. I think she probably enjoyed trying to embarrass me, or just getting me all worked up.

At some point the topic of oral sex came up and somehow or other — it was long ago and for the life of me I can’t recall how the conversation got there — I let on that I wished I was better at it, or knew more about what I should do. I recall her saying something along the line of “do pretty much what you like. If you’re having good time, she probably will, too.” But I wanted more than that; I wanted her to have a great time, and I was sure that then I would, too. I guess that was sort of flipping her statement around the other way. For one reason or another, however, the conversation ended there. But the shift went on something like this:

After 3 AM that night, the four of us on duty were asleep in the bunkroom when the speaker sounded with a call for the other crew (we had taken the last one). Of course, when a call comes in and you’re all in one room, everybody wakes up, regardless of who gets assigned. Sometimes getting back to sleep is tough.

Several minutes after their ambulance pulled out, I heard Jane’s voice in the dark, “So, do you really want to know the secrets of pleasing a woman orally?” My eyes opened wide and I wondered if I had really heard it, or just dreamed it. Then I definitely heard “Well, do ya, partner?”

“Um, yeah,” I replied, my heart starting to race. Were we going to have this conversation? Was she about to tell me how to eat pussy from a female perspective? I was all ears, but tried not to sound like it. “Whatever you can tell me would be greatly appreciated.”

“Well, I can’t reallytell you. I mean, I can, but you know that hands on training works much better than just listening. So get yourself over here and let me teach you something.” To say I was shocked was an understatement, but I wasn’t about to refuse. Jane was attractive enough, for sure, and I was pretty eager to see what she had in mind.

The room was pretty dark, but not pitch black. I got out of bed, wearing gym shorts and a tee shirt — standard attire since we slept communally. I walked across the room and stood by her bed. My heart was pounding and my dick was swelling.

“Don’t just stand there, silly. Here, I’ll sit up and you lie between my legs,” she said as she sat up and leaned against the wall at the head of the bed. Holy shit, I thought! I climbed on her bed between her spread legs, though she was still wearing shorts.

“Ok, now don’t think this is more than it is, buster. I’m just trying to help you out, and you’re gonna help me out, `cause a dream I was having got me pretty horny. Then I thought about our talk this afternoon and that made it kinda worse. Anyway, you willing to help me if I help you get better at licking a lady?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, yes.” I stammered, almost starting to drool.

“I hope you’re not as tongue tied once you get started,” she snickered at me. “And you understand we’re not dating or anything. And this kinda thing may never happen again with us, right?”

“Um, yeah, Ok.”

“But if you do a real good job, it might…,” she added, softly. Holy shit, I thought again!

“And remember this is just between us. Don’t go playin’ kiss `n tell.”

“Oh yeah. No, I won’t, I swear,” I said earnestly. (I don’t think she’ll care now, after all these years…)

Alright, lie down and put your face down there. Don’t touch, just listen and do what I tell you. Here, put your hands on the bed by my hips. Now, can you smell me?”

“Yeah, Jane, you smell really good to me.” I guessed that dream really did get her going, and the scent was wonderful.

“Good, that’s good. You need to let her know you like it, and you want her. Some women are concerned about how they look and or smell down there, let alone taste, so you want them to know you’re happy about it all. OK, now kiss the insides of my thighs, gently. Caress them with your lips. Good. Yeah, like that. Ok, we’re gonna skip ahead `cause I don’t know how long the others will be out, and I really don’t need the warm up stuff right now. Normally, you should do more of that kinda thing and work your way up to her kitty, if only to get her good and wet. But I’m more than ready, so pull these shorts off and get back down there,” she said a little breathlessly.

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