Cock-Sucking, a Sexy Rite of Passage - Sex Stories

Cock-Sucking, a Sexy Rite of Passage

... myself in the full length mirror, the doorbell rang, and my heart almost stopped. I went back out into the hallway and peered through the peep-hole, it was the old Pizza guy, huffing and puffing, with the stairs he had to climb. I suddenly realized I had not done my homework on leading this guy, things like purse on the floor for me to bend and give him an eye-full, and I was still naked under this dress. I opened the door and greeted him with a big, 'Hi', his face lit up and his eyes were immediately all over my body, 'You order Pizza', he asked me in poor English, 'Sure', I said confidently, stood aside and invited him to come inside. As he passed me there was a strong smell of flour and sweat, he was fat, and old, but my state of ovulation was making my body more responsive to smells and primeval urges. I closed the door and walked up close to him, 'I go get my purse', I said, he appeared frightened, which gave me confidence, 'Shall I take this', I said as my hand touched his, and he released it into mine. I went into the kitchen and suddenly had an inspirational idea. I put the Pizza down on the table and picked-up my purse and phone. I walked out as if in conversation with someone on the phone, and as I walked back into the hallway, I said, 'It's my Pizza, it's just being delivered', paused as if listening to whoever was on the phone and said, 'Sure let me ask, and I will send when I call back'. I put the phone down and opened my purse and took out some notes, 'Do you ...

... have change please', I said politely, he looked at what I held in my hand and said, 'Yes'. Why I said what I said next, I don't know why, but I said it just the same, 'My friend', I paused as he looked at me, 'My friend on the phone just now', I swallowed hard, 'would like a photo of your penis'. He just started at me, his mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out, at least what I could understand. 'Can I do that', I asked? 'What', he replied as if trying to come to terms with what this young girl had just asked him. 'Can I take a photo of your Penis', my voice dropped off as I pronounced the 'is' in penis, then I added, I want to hold it. He laughed out loud, very loud, 'You want to hold my cock', he asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I was brass-necking this, and as he started with his eyes going up and down my body, I reached behind my neck and undid the loose clasp, reached behind my back and pulled the zipper all the way down, letting my mother's dress open up. I turned my back to him and let him see I was completely naked, then shook my slim shoulders and let it drop to the floor, turned back to him and said, 'Can I suck your cock'? He had backed up a few steps, his eyes burning as he stared at every pore on show, every goose bump on my nipples, and the total lack of pubic hair around the thin line that formed my cunt. 'How old are you', he asked me, I was momentarily lost for words, 'Your age', he said again? 'Oh', I said, adding 18, I honestly thought I could ...