Natural Born Cocksucker (Part One)

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This piece is part of a series:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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Chloe’s life changed the night she gave her first blowjob.

She did so in the bathroom of a house in the suburbs, during a house party. Her partner was a boy she had met in the garden just a few minutes before. It was, Chloe thought later, probably the sluttiest thing she had ever done in her life up until that point.

Of course, it wasn’t like she’d had the opportunity to do many slutty things before then. She’d spent an entire year with her first ever boyfriend, who she’d met in the first week of university at the first ever meeting of Anime Society. Though they’d fucked a few times, he’d never once asked her to go down on him. In fact, he’d seemed thoroughly disgusted by the idea.

He didn’t, he explained to her, want to be thinking about where her mouth had been when he kissed her.

Chloe’s first boyfriend had kissed gingerly, like he was trying to avoid sharing any spit. He wore two condoms when they fucked, and always disposed of them in the outside bin soon after they were done.

They had broken up two weeks ago, and Chloe had been thoroughly heartbroken by it. She still was. It was only at the continued insistence of her friends that she had come out to the house party at all. They had insisted that she get out there. That she drink. That she dance. That she (for god’s sake, Chlo) stopped moping. And Chloe had done her very best to comply.

She had drunk. She had danced. She had chatted amiably with strangers in the garden. And through it all she had felt inside her a yawning sense of pointless greyness.

Perhaps that was why, when The Boy sat down beside her in a plastic lawn chair and asked her if she wanted to kiss, she said yes. Why shouldn’t she? She had spent all her life not kissing boys at parties, and she wanted to know what it was like, or make up for lost time, or perhaps just do something to get rid of the greyness. She didn’t know. But she said yes.

Chloe couldn’t tell if The Boy was a good kisser. They put their mouths together and moved their faces and his breath smelled faintly of cider. It was okay, she supposed. And then, after a moment, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Not a little exploratory poke, but deep. Invasively. In there with her own tongue, almost uncomfortably deep.

And that was, to Chloe’s very great surprise, more than just okay. It was good. Very good, in fact. It made her feel slightly weightless, and at the same time as though there was a direct line – a taut one, like a guitar string – connecting her mouth and her pussy.

He pulled back, smiling. Chloe blinked at him. He was going to say something. She didn’t want him to say anything. She wanted to kiss him again. And so, without thinking too much about it, she did.

After a few moments he pushed his tongue into her mouth again, and just like before she felt that guitar string in her chest resonate. It was a decidedly pleasant and exciting sensation.

They kissed for a long time in the garden. Then they went inside. The Boy asked if she would like to come upstairs with him. Chloe said yes, hoping that there would be more kissing. She wasn’t horny, exactly. But she certainly was interested. It was the first feeling she’d had all night that wasn’t underscored by that yawning, awful greyness.

They went upstairs. He was holding her hand now. They went from room to room until they found a bathroom. The lightbulb was dim, and a loud extractor fan started up as soon as it came on. There was a dressing gown on the back of the door, and also a bright yellow shower cap designed to look like a duck.

The Boy locked the door and they kissed standing up in the middle of the noisy, dim little bathroom. And then he was pushing her down, one hand firm on her shoulder. She let him push her down, knees folding so that she ended up kneeling in front of him, her face level with his belt buckle. And then he was undoing his belt buckle, unzipping his fly, reaching in to pull out his cock, which was hard and thick, purple-headed.

Chloe had never had a cock in her mouth before… but even so it didn’t feel at all unnatural to reach for it with both hands. It fit nicely, her fingers nestled in at the base. What was going to happen next felt so clear and so obvious that Chloe didn’t think twice about it. She bent forward, opened her mouth, and let The Boy’s cock slip between her lips.

It was the first time that Chloe could think of that she had taken something into her mouth for the sole purpose of licking and sucking it. It wasn’t like a sweet or lollipop or anything else you usually sucked on, because they were small and sweet and dissolved with your spit. This was different. This was far more exciting, because when she put his cock in her mouth, something rushed through her. A sort of swooping, eager, hungry thing that plunged from the back of her throat down into her stomach. A racing, skipping, weightless sensation.

It was the feeling she’d felt when the boy pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, but multiplied by ten.

This was more than just excitement. This was… well… Chloe didn’t know quite what it was. She didn’t have the capacity to think about it just then, because the sensation of weightless eagerness was so overwhelming that all she wanted to do was focus exclusively on The Boy’s cock in her mouth.

She had never gone down on a boy before, but for some reason she found that she didn’t have to think about what she should do. Her body knew what to do. She gripped the base of his cock and pushed forward as far as she could until his cock felt like it filled her mouth completely, the tip of it brushing the back of her throat in a way that made her stomach clench.

She held it there for several seconds, experimenting with her tongue. He really did take up a lot of space in her mouth, but she could still lick, and move her tongue around him, and even stick her tongue between her lips and his cock, which felt both insanely good and slightly sickening at the same time. She wanted to cram more of him in. That was surprising. She wanted to choke on his dick because there was too much of it. To be overwhelmed. The thought of it combined with the almost-overwhelm of his dick brushing the back of her throat was intoxicating.

But getting more of him in her mouth was more difficult than she at first thought, because after just a few moments she realised she couldn’t breathe, and that she felt like retching. Shocked, she rocked back on her heels and let his cock pop out of her mouth. It has been no more than ten seconds. She panted for breath. Felt spit on her chin. Felt the ghost of where his cock had been in her mouth, warm and achy.

“Was that okay?” she asked.

The Boy grunted. His hand had shifted from her shoulder to the back of her head and he was pulling her back in. He wanted more. He wanted her. And though she was still short of breath, and a little nauseous, and a little unsure, she couldn’t stop herself from diving back in, plunging his cock into her mouth once more, lavishing it with her tongue, sealing her lips around it and sucking and licking. And, as she did so, that swooping eager hungry thing rushed through her body once more, quick and all-consuming, making her whimper, distraught, at how plaintively she wanted this. At how indecently exciting and pleasurable it was.

But even as she reeled at how much she enjoyed it, she wanted more. An obscene amount more. What would it feel like if he pushed her down really hard onto his cock? What would it feel like if he rubbed it on her lips, or slipped it into mouth so deep that it went into her throat? Was that even possible? Surely she would be sick if he did that… and yet, even knowing this, Chloe wanted it.

She rocked back and forth a little, seeing how deep she could get him. It was easier now that his cock was slimed up with her spit. Now that she had gotten used to how big it felt in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and sucked a little, breathing through her nose. That was nice… but what she really liked was the feeling of it sliding in and out of her mouth, so she returned to rocking back and forth almost immediately.

She noticed, quite abstractly, that she was drooling. A big, heavy loop of drool was hanging from her chin. She could feel the weight of it. She didn’t wipe it away. Her hands were busy gripping the base of his cock, nestled there in his pubic hair, clasping the soft-hard-thick rod of his cock where it connected with his body.

Rocking back, Chloe tried to look up at him. Hard to see anything much at all. The desire to do so passed, and she shut her eyes instead. She tried to map his cock with her tongue. The little divot under the tip. The thick ridge of the head. A living thing. She was filling her mouth with a living organ belonging to another living human.

Her stomach tensed with arousal. Chloe pushed forward, taking him good and deep. Deep enough that she couldn’t breathe. But it didn’t matter because the choked-off, no-air crushing sensation at the back of her throat was every bit as delicious as it was terrifying. It made her light-headed. Not just light-headed, but light all through her body, as though she were a helium balloon, lifting up out of herself, off the ground, off her knees and floating, floating…

She gagged. Spluttering and retching she doubled over on the floor, snapping straight back into her body again. Her throat squeezed and her stomach flipped over. The Boy’s cock popped out of her mouth, but she kept hold of it with one hand. For a moment the world seemed to spin. Then it settled. Chloe gasped a raspy breath.

Then, just as soon as she was physically able to do so, she went right back to sucking his cock again.

She was more careful this time. As much as she wanted to thrust it to the very back of her throat, she realised that it would simply make her gag. She didn’t want to gag. She wanted to keep The Boy’s cock in her mouth as long as she possibly could. And maybe, she thought, she could even make him come.

That happened, she knew. Suck a boy’s cock and he might ejaculate in your mouth. He probably would, in fact, unless you weren’t very good at it. Would she be able to make him come? The prospect that he might spurt some fluid from inside his body into her mouth made her feel much the same as the possibility of choking on his cock: simultaneously disgusted and desperate for it to happen.

Would it be unpleasant? She’d heard girls complaining about boys coming in their mouth with no warning. Why did they need a warning? Did it taste bad? Was it so forceful that it could make you choke? Some girls Chloe knew hated it. Would she hate it? Was it even going to happen?

Questions swirled in Chloe’s head. Urgent questions, because she wanted it to happen, now. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed desperately important that she make him come. Whether it felt good or bad, whether it hurt, whether it tasted nice or nasty… it didn’t matter. She wanted it to happen. It was a bodily want, located somewhere in the pit of her stomach. A bodily want that bypassed her brain altogether.

Perhaps because of that want she was sucking him off really quite messily now. Long, sloppy strokes. Her face was covered in her own spit and she was drooling. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she rocked back and forth, cramming that cock into her mouth as deep as she could stand it again and again and again, and thinking all the while, please come, please come in my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth…

When it happened, then, it took Chloe somewhat by surprise. She didn’t know how long she’d been on her knees, but it felt like only a few minutes when The Boy groaned loudly and squeezed Chloe’s shoulder. Hard. Chloe pulled back a little, wondering if she had done something wrong – grazed him with her teeth, perhaps. A moment later, his cock twitched in her mouth. She felt it swell for a moment and then…

Come. A huge, silky jet of it. It burst into Chloe’s mouth like a ripe tomato exploding and squirting out its juice. He’s ejaculating in my mouth, thought Chloe. Coming in my mouth. In my mouth. Mine. Right now. The fact that it was happening, actually happening to her was so insanely hot that it made her pussy twitch.

The first spurt was followed by another which felt, if anything, even more copious than the first. And now Chloe could taste it. She’d expected sweet, but actually it was saline, slick, a little like olive oil. Warm and slippery. Her mouth felt full just from those two bursts, and so she swallowed urgently, and the stuff slipped down her throat in a bubble, like an egg yolk. Easy to swallow, even though there was a lot of it. But just as she was swallowing, another spurt entered Chloe’s mouth. This one felt like it ran straight back down her open throat. Chloe gagged violently.

She doubled over. Come and spit exploded from her mouth and spilt warmly down her front. She felt it on her chin and on her hands, which were still gripping his cock. On her neck. A thick string of mixed bodily fluids hung between his cock and her mouth. She fought for control of herself, frustrated and horny and excited beyond words. She didn’t want to be choking on his come. She wanted it in her mouth. She wanted to be swallowing it smoothly and sluttily.

The Boy grunted again. Another oozing burst of ejaculate from his cock – Chloe looked up just in time to see it leave the tip of his cock, silvery white and liquid. It hung there for a moment, then became an elongated drip, and then fell with a splat to the floor. Chloe felt a twisting heave of desire in the pit of her stomach.

By the time she had gotten control of herself again, he had finished coming. She released his cock and rocked back on her heels, looking up at him. Part of her wanted to carry on… but she didn’t know if that was normal, or if she was allowed, or if that would hurt him, or any number of other things. So she looked up at him, come and spit drooling from her mouth, her hands slippy and coated with him.

“Was that okay?” she said, her voice a little thick from all the choking. She was aware, suddenly, of the loud extractor fan again. The dim light of the bathroom. The yellow duck shower cap on the back of the door.

The Boy laughed faintly. To Chloe’s disappointment, he reached down and hitched his jeans back up, folding his still-erect cock awkwardly into them.

“That was good,” he said. “You’re good, Katy. Real good.”

Chloe was so pleased to hear this that she didn’t even bother correcting him about her name. She used a hand towel to clean herself up, and then she and The Boy left the bathroom together, and went downstairs. He held her hand on the stairs, and when they got downstairs he told her he was going to go and get a drink, and did she want something? Chloe asked for a gin and tonic, and The Boy disappeared.

He never came back. Chloe didn’t care. She went outside and sat in one of the uncomfortable plastic lawn chairs and looked up at the moon. Her head spun. People all around her were smoking and talking like the world hadn’t just completely changed.

She felt strange and weightless and powerful and hungry, and she tried to fix this feeling in her memory with as much detail and nuance as she possibly could: how her lips were just very slightly numb, how her throat ached, how she could still feel the smooth texture of his come in her mouth, how she could still smell him, still feel his stickiness on her fingers, how the memory of choking breathlessly on his cock still made her heart beat faster every single time she thought about it. That was the very first blowjob that Chloe gave. And it changed her life forever.