Unintended Consequences of the Lockdowns
Copyright© 2026 by duncan idaho
Chapter 17: The First Stranger’s Taste
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17: The First Stranger’s Taste - Lilly was sheltered and a bit of loner before the lockdowns, but the lockdowns happened right during her formative sexual growth years. The time when teens get curious and start to experiment, start to date, have their first kiss. Instead Lilly was locked in a house with her parents who continued to see her as a small child.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Coercion Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Water Sports AI Generated
I sat there on my knees, naked, trembling, my lips still tingling from the first stranger’s release. The taste of him lingered on my tongue, salty, warm, foreign. I licked my lips without thinking, savoring the last traces.
My first cock.
My first blowjob.
My first time swallowing a man’s load.
The thought spun through my head like a carousel. I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling my heart slam against my ribs. The booth was silent now except for my ragged breathing. The hole in the wall stared back at me, empty, dark, waiting.
I should leave. I should get dressed and walk out of here and never come back.
But my body didn’t move.
My thighs were slick. My nipples were hard, brushing against the cool air. The heat between my legs was a living thing, pulsing with each heartbeat, demanding more.
Then I heard it.
A shuffle on the other side of the wall. The soft rasp of a zipper. The quiet thud of someone settling into the adjacent booth.
I stared at the hole.
A cock pushed through.
Thick. Cut. The head was a deep pink, almost red, glistening with a bead of pre-cum that caught the fluorescent light. The shaft was veined, the skin stretched tight, a slight upward curve that made my mouth water. It pushed through the hole maybe five inches, held steady, waiting.
My hand moved before my brain caught up.
Fingers brushing the shaft. The heat of him, god, the heat. My palm wrapped around the base, feeling the weight, the pulse. His skin was soft over iron, the veins standing out beneath my touch.
A low groan drifted through the wall. Deep. Surprised. Pleased.
“You want this, don’t you?” His voice was rough, gravelly, the voice of a man who smoked too much and didn’t care.
I nodded before realizing he couldn’t see me. “Yes.”
“Then take it. Take my fucking cock.”
I leaned forward.
My lips parted, but my mind screamed at me to stop. What are you doing, Lilly? This isn’t you. You’re a good girl. You’re a virgin. You came here to find your parents, not to...
But my tongue darted out anyway, tracing the ridge of his head, tasting the pre-cum that had beaded at the slit. Salty. Bitter. Perfect.
The shame hit me like a wave, hot and suffocating. My cheeks burned. My heart hammered so hard I could hear it in my ears. I was kneeling in a filthy booth in a seedy adult bookstore, my own parents somewhere in this building, probably doing things I didn’t even want to imagine. And here I was, drooling over a stranger’s cock like some kind of...
But god, it felt so good.
The thought slithered through my guilt like a serpent, coiling in my belly, spreading warmth between my thighs. I hated myself for wanting this. I hated how my mouth watered for more. I hated how my pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled.
I pulled back just an inch, my breath ragged. My conscience whispered, You can still leave. He’ll never know. You can just stand up, grab your clothes, and walk away.
But my hand tightened around his shaft instead.
I opened wider and took him in.
The stretch was immediate, not as thick as the first man, but longer, the head pressing against the roof of my mouth as I pushed forward. My lips sealed around his shaft, and I heard him hiss through the wall.
“Fuck. Yeah. Just like that.”
His words drifted through the wall, rough and low, wrapping around me like smoke. They were filthy, those words, dirty in a way that made my cheeks burn even hotter, made my thighs press together beneath me. Just like that. Like I knew what I was doing. Like I wasn’t just an eighteen-year-old girl kneeling in a booth, her mouth stuffed full of a stranger’s cock, trembling on the edge of something she couldn’t name.
I wanted to pull off. I wanted to tell him I didn’t know what I was doing, that I was just a virgin, just a curious girl who’d followed her parents to a place she never should have found. I wanted my innocence to mean something, anything, to him.
But his cock pressed against my tongue, and the words died in my throat.
What would my parents think if they saw me now? The thought sliced through me, sharp and cruel. They were somewhere in this building, probably lost in their own world of pleasure, their Friday night ritual. And here I was, their daughter, kneeling before a faceless man, taking him into my mouth like I’d been born for it. Like I was made for this.
The shame pooled in my stomach, hot and sickening. You’re not that girl, Lilly. You’re not this.
But god, I wanted to be. That was the part that hurt.
I moaned around him, the sound vibrating up his shaft, and his hips twitched forward. More of him slipped past my lips, stretching my jaw, filling me deeper. I gagged slightly, my eyes watering, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. My hands gripped his thighs through the hole, feeling the coarse hairs, the muscles tensing beneath my palms, and I took him with every ounce of my inexperience.
“When you’re done waking him up,” his voice came again, rougher now, breathless, “you’re gonna think about my cock while you’re lying in bed tonight, aren’t you? Gonna touch that tight little pussy and imagine it’s me.”
My heart stopped.
He didn’t know. He couldn’t know, I was just a girl he’d found in a booth, a mouth to use. But his words hit me like lightning, because yes, god, yes I’d lie in bed tonight, hands between my thighs, strangers’ cocks flashing through my mind like a reel of filth I never asked for. I’d touch myself thinking about this, about them, knowing I was corrupted past the point of no return.
Tears pricked my eyes, but I didn’t stop.
I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could, saliva dripping down my chin, my jaw aching. And with every filthy word he whispered through the wall, I hated myself a little more for how right it felt. How natural. How my first time being this dirty felt more like coming home than anything I’d ever done before.
Lockdowns have unintended effects, huh? The irony stung.
I moaned around him again, louder this time, and let the shame wash over me like a wave, dragging me deeper into the dark.
I found a rhythm. Slow. Deep. My hand wrapped around the base, pumping in time with my mouth, my tongue working the underside of his shaft with each stroke. His pre-cum coated my tongue, thick and salty, and I swallowed it hungrily.
His hips began to move.
He thrust forward, pushing deeper into my throat, and I gagged, sharp, sudden, my eyes watering. But I didn’t pull back. I relaxed my jaw, tilted my head, and let him push through. His cock slid into my throat, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe.
He held there. Counting. Waiting.
Then he pulled back, and I gasped, a string of saliva connecting my lips to the tip of his cock.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Take it deeper.”
On the other side of the wall, Marcus pressed his forehead against the cool plaster and tried to remember how to breathe.
He’d been coming to Carl’s for years. Seen every type of woman walk through those doors, nervous wives, bored housewives, desperate college girls looking for a thrill. He’d fucked more holes than he could count, through more gloryholes than he could remember.
But this one was different.
Her mouth was fire. Soft and wet and hungry, pulling him deeper with each stroke. Her hand worked the base of his shaft, and it took Marcus a moment to realize what was missing, the familiar crinkle of latex, the dulled sensation of rubber between him and her tongue. No condom. She was taking him raw, swallowing his skin, tasting him directly.
Every other woman who’d come through that wall had made him wrap up. The regulars, the ones who knew the score, they’d push a condom through the hole first or demand he put one on before they’d even touch him. It was the unspoken rule of Carl’s, safety first, even in the shadows.
But this girl? She hadn’t even hesitated. She’d just opened her mouth and taken him, no questions, no rubber, no nothing. That told him everything he needed to know.
She’s new.
She’s fucking new.
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