Chapter 4

He took the chance to push his cock in as far as it would go and gained access to my throat. In the space of two seconds, I had had my first orgasm, and also given my first deep throat.

Paul stayed in my throat until I started to gag, then pulled back. I began to work him as fast as I could. Using my tongue around his lovely bell end, and trying to get him as deep as I could. At the same time using my hand to stroke the base of his shaft with increasing speed. In the end, it worked, and his load hit the back of my throat in deep spurts of hot sticky cum.

Three down, one to go, and this was the one I had secretly been looking forward to ever since I knew what I had to do. I had found new confidence in myself and my sexiness. So I was going to take my time. Making it good for Mike, not just get him off as quickly as I had the others.

I stood up slowly and said, “Sorry, Mike, I just need to rest for a minute. I need a drink. I know you’re ready, but it will be worth it. I promise you.”

I took my time getting a drink, realizing that I was naked and found I wasn’t bothered. I turned around to face the guys, and entirely different to my original shy self at the start, began sauntering sexily towards Mike. Knowing that all the guys were staring at my body, and keeping a shy grin on my face, I slowed my walk even more but increased the sway of my hips. At the same time letting Mike see me play with my nipples and pussy. I was pushing my fingers in and out. I stood in front of Mike for a while, then pulled my fingers out and licked them. “Mmm, nice,” I said.

From the looks on their faces, the guys couldn’t believe the change that had come over me. In all honesty neither could I, maybe later the reality of the situation I was in and what I was being coerced to do would hit me.

I very, very, slowly dropped into a squat in front of Mike, spreading my legs so he could get a good look at my womanhood in all its virgin glory. Then, even more slowly, I bent my head over his throbbing cock, blew on it and whispered, “I think I’m going to like this one.”

Mike could not sit still; he was so excited. I had trouble getting him into my mouth at first. When I did, I took him long and slow. Long and slow, time and time again. Mike was enjoying it and appreciating what I was doing to him. Enjoying what was happening and not just wanting to get off in my mouth. Long and slow became longer and longer until I forced myself to open up and gave him entrance to my throat.

He didn’t force things but simply took his time savouring that intimate moment. Mike eased out just a little as my gag reflex took over. Then pushed in, deeper this time, and stayed there longer until again pulling slightly out. We got into a rhythm as I continued to deep throat him. I wanted him to come deep in my throat.

I wasn’t disappointed, as he suddenly jerked, grabbing hold of my head and holding me onto him, crying out, “I can’t wait, Jenny. I’m cuummmming.”

He exploded deep into my welcoming throat and mouth. I held him there for as long as I could. Swallowing his cum until I felt him start to soften and slowly slip from my sore lips and aching jaw.

What a time. I couldn’t believe I had managed to suck off four guys in one session, and in the end, liked it.

At the end of the session, my jaw was hurting, and I was sticky and sweaty and had a funny taste in my mouth. Well, it wasn’t a surprise, as four guys had just come off in my innocent mouth. The guys were lying about with stupid looks on their faces.

“Where the hell did you learn to suck cock like that, Jenny?” asked Steve.

“Well, I had a couple of good teachers,” I replied. “It was you guys. I’ve never done anything like that. I’m cherry. I’ve only ever given three hand-jobs before.”

They couldn’t believe it.

“No wonder you didn’t want to get naked then,” said Mike.

I just smiled at him for a while, he was the cutest, and I had enjoyed him more than the others. I’d wanted him to be the first but was glad he was last, as, by the time I did him, I had a bit of experience.

With that, I gathered my clothes and left. As I made my way back to my flat, I felt mortified with shame as what I had done hit me. Am I a slut? I’d just gang-blowed four guys. What would Charlie and Kerry think and say?