I've read a lot of stories and figured I'd start to contribute some from my past. This story is about my first experience with both Polly and Porn. Just a heads up, this will be a little long.
I was a finally a sophomore in high school. I was newly on varsity wrestling and come from a relatively religious jewish family. Sex was never taboo or anything, it just wasn't really brought up often. So while I wasn't the most sexually experienced of incoming sophomores I was excited to have had a fling over the summer at camp where I had gotten a couple hand jobs.
School was about to start and the summer was winding down. My group of friends had our last bonfire at the local beach exchanging our stories of summer adventures, schedules for the next year, and plans for our last few weeks. That's where I met Polly.
A friend had brought her because she had just moved from Boston and was new in town and lived a few doors down. She was tall, maybe 5'8" or 5'9", with dirty blonde hair, cleavage showing in her form fitting black v neck, with legs that went on for days in her cut off jean shorts. She gave off the stereotypical blonde innocent catholic girl vibe. She too went to religious camp though if it was anything like the camps I went to....she had a sexual streak hidden somewhere in there and I wanted to find it.
We talk for a few hours and quickly become friends. We discover we have a few classes together – namely history, which happens to be one of my strong suits.
A few weeks pass and we are assigned a project together. That night she calls me and asks if I can come over several nights that week to come up with our game plan and get started. I agree. I arrive at her house around 7, her parents aren't home, and we good off a little bit talking about her life back in boston and the new boyfriend (it was news to me too at the time) she had started seeing who lived in boston.
"I hate being away from him. It makes it so hard to get my fix"
"What do you mean" I stupidly asked...half not realizing what she meant...the other half just wanting her to say it out loud.
"You know...get my fix...like get off. I'm stuck with porn instead of the real thing."
I was shocked as I had never heard her speak about anything sexual much and she sounded way more experienced than me. I had never looked at porn before. I told her this as a red blush creeped up my cheeks burning so brightly I felt like I was glowing.
"Ha, maybe I'll have to show you sometime."
We dropped the subject and got back on track only for about an hour or so. We were studying in her bed when I raised the subject again, as subtly as I could. "So how do you do it...porn I mean...on a website or magazines?"
"..." She was silent for a few seconds. It seemed like minutes and I was about to say something just to break the silence, when she beat me to it. "Let me show you...but promise not to tell anyone." And she pulled out a laptop computer and went to her favorite porn site. At this point we both scoot on the bed so our backs are leaning against the wall with her pillows behind us.
She orders me to get under the covers telling me it was so I didn't get embarrassed or anything. I complied.
She pulled up a video of a man and a woman kissing and stripping by a pool in a neighborhood that looked like it wouldn't be too different than ours. I was enthralled. As they began to have sexy I heard a whimper and moan from my left. Polly had her pants unzipped and her hands were playing with herself from the underside of her shorts. She looked at me with an unreadable expression and told me "feel free to do it too. I can't help myself when I watch this stuff."
I begin to jerk myself off. Sneaking the occasional glance over at her and occasionally catching her looking at me. After maybe a minute or two I notice the blanket has pulled down and she has started ignoring the video and was fixated on my cock. Staring. Watching me masturbate in front of her with her right hand inside her shirt.
I heard a husky whisper "you have a nice dick."
I responded like any other 14 year old..."thanks. This is really hot. You are really hot. Uhh yea haha" feeling a little awkward masturbating while watching this girl watching me with both of us listening to the soundtrack of a couple furiously fucking by a pool.
She simply responded "I want you to finish but I don't want you to make a mess"
"What should I do? Hum do you have a towel or napkin or something I guess?"
Then she said probably the hottest thing my 14 year old ears had ever heard. "Well I don't want to waste anything. And it's not cheating if I don't touch you. I want you to cum in my mouth. I'll even swallow it. I like the taste. Just no touching. I'm not a cheater. I'll even show you my boobs if you like."
Cheater. Oh no. I totally forgot about the boyfriend in Boston. Was this wrong? Criticize me all you like...but I managed to justify it in my brain enough to say "ok."
She released her milky C cup breasts and got down on her knees in front of me. I stood up furiously jerking off staring at her. Blueish grey eyes looking up at my cock. Looking up at me. Her hands covering her nipples. I announced that I was close and she responded by silently opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue maybe an inch or so from my tip.
I came harder than I ever had at that point. And more than I ever had. I mostly aimed well. Getting almost all of it in her waiting mouth. Spurt after spurt she slowly inched forward to get any smaller blasts. One missed and grazed her cheek and one dribbled down her chin sort of hanging there. I could see my white cum in her mouth as I leaned back against the wall.
She stood so she was at my eye level and she slowly and exaggeratedly swallowed everything in her mouth.
She disappeared to the bathroom to clean the small mess I made up, and get dressed again – leaving me with instructions to do the same. She'd returns and we silent begin studying again. Or I should say...she studied and I relived the last 30 minutes of my life as many times as I could questioning of this was real...
Ten minutes later her mom walks in and questions is about our studies and our progress. While responding to her mother...Polly gave this cute little burp and a sweet "excuse me".
"Oh, did you have time to get something to eat?" Her mom asked.
"Sort of" Polly said smirking at me.
Polly and I had a few repeats (after she had broken up with her boyfriend for other reasons a short 2 weeks later).
To this day, every time I see or go to that site... I think of her.
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