First Sexual Experience

The first time I let a guy see and touch my breasts.

I was eighteen, a young, naïve, brunette, still painfully shy and inexperienced when it came to anything beyond kissing and clumsy fumbling. My breasts had always been a secret embarrassment to me, large, heavy, impossible to ignore, and I’d never let anyone see or touch them.

One night at a house party, the cheap wine and vodka had gone straight to my head. Jason, a tall, confident older guy in his mid-twenties had been flirting with me all night. When he pulled me upstairs into a messy bedroom and locked the door, my heart started pounding like crazy.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Jason, I muttered anxiously.

“Relax, Ella. I only wanna talk to you,” he smiled, sitting us down on the edge of the single bed.

But his only wanting to talk quickly led to him kissing me while his hands went everywhere. On my waist, up and down my back, then boldly sliding up to cup my large breasts through my thin, black top. I gasped and pulled away in protest, cheeks burning hot.

“Jason…” I whispered nervously.

“Come on, Ella. Just let me see them. You got an awesome set. Come on,” he pressured, brushing his thumbs over my nipples through the fabric, making them harden instantly.

“I’m not like that,” I muttered once more, looking down at the floor, biting my lip.

“I know you’re not. Which is why I like you so much. Just take off your top and bra. Let me see them properly. I swear I won’t tell anyone. Come on, Ella.”

The reserved, good-girl part of me wanted to run back downstairs, but the alcohol and the thrill of his attention made me stay. With trembling fingers, I slowly lifted my top. Jason’s eyes darkened as I unclasped my bra and let it fall. My heavy, pale breasts spilled out, full and soft with large, taut, rosy nipples.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, staring openly. “They’re huge! They’re perfect!”

He reached out immediately, cupping their weight, squeezing them gently at first, then more greedily, thumbs rolling my nipples. I shivered, feeling a rush of adrenaline and arousal at finally discovering the excitement of letting a guy see and touch my breasts.

He kissed me again, harder, then pulled back and opened his jeans. His cock sprang out, thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. “I want to feel them,” he said bluntly. “Come on, Ella. Press those gorgeous tits around my cock.”

I shook my head. “I… I don’t know how. I’ve never done anything like this,” I laughed, embarrassed, covering them.

Jason smiled, persuasive and insistent. “It’s easy. I’ll show you how.”

I was so shocked, I kept laughing with embarrassment as he stood in front of me with his cock hard in front of my face. He took my hands and guided them to the sides of my breasts, pressing them inward until my deep, soft cleavage closed around his shaft. I couldn’t believe my eyes, looking at his cock nestled between my soft flesh.

“That’s it… now move them up and down. Yeah, just like that. Fuck, your tits feel amazing.”

I started slowly, awkwardly sliding my breasts along his length. My face was flushed with shame and arousal. Jason groaned loudly, his hands covering mine, helping me squeeze tighter. “Spit on them,” he ordered. “Make it wet.”

I hesitated again, but obeyed, letting a long string of saliva drip disgustingly from my lips into my cleavage. The wetness made everything slick and obscene. I found a rhythm, sliding my heavy breasts up and down his cock, watching the flushed head disappear and reappear between them. Every time it poked out at the top I felt a fresh wave of embarrassing excitement.

Jason was breathing hard. “Good girl. Now use your mouth. Just lick the tip firmly when it comes up.”

I was reluctant. “I don’t know if I should…”

“You gotta suck your first cock some time. Might as well be now,” he chuckled dirtily, grabbing the back of my head and pulling it down. On the next upward stroke, I nervously licked the head, tasting his salty pre-cum.

Soon I was sucking the tip into my mouth every time it emerged from my cleavage, my tongue swirling around it while I continued stroking him with my breasts. I couldn’t believe I was actually giving my first blowjob and tit-job in unison. But I was, and the room had filled with wet, filthy sounds.

“Fuck… your tits are amazing. Squeeze them tighter and suck harder, baby. Oh fuck, yeah! That’s it. Oh Fuck!”

I did what was instructed and felt drool running down my chin and onto my breasts, making everything messier and dirtier. Jason was loving every second, his breathing desperate.

“I’m gonna cum!” he warned, voice strained. “Keep going. Oh fuck!”

“Not on me!” I panicked, looking up at him with wide, fearful eyes as I pulled back.

But Jason groaned loudly and took control of his cock as thick jets of cum erupted, splashing across my face, my lips, my neck, and all over my heaving breasts. I froze in utter shock, hands in the air, thinking, “what the fuck,” until he was totally spent and shuddering.

When he finally pulled back, I sat there on the bed, gasping for air, covered in his cum. It dripped from my chin onto my breasts, ran down my cleavage, and streaked my cheeks. I felt so degraded.

Jason stared down at me, chuckling. “Fuck me, Ella, that was so hot. You sure that was your first time?”

“Yes,” I replied, glaring up at him.

“Stay here and clean yourself with anything you can find. I’ll grab us some drinks and meet you downstairs. I swear I won’t say anything. We only talked and kissed… okay?” he said, looking serious.

“Thank you,” I nodded.

When he left, I grabbed a t-shirt that was on the floor and began cleaning myself up, but not before wiping some of his cum from my nipple with a finger and licking it off, just to see what it tasted like. It wasn’t as awful as I thought it was going to be. I liked it.

I went home that night having let a guy see and feel my breasts for the first time in my life, and I had used them, along with my mouth, to make him cum. It was messy, awkward, and incredibly dirty, but it planted the seed for the more confident, adventurous woman I would eventually become.