What My Friend Dared Me to Do with Her Brother

Hello again to everyone who reads me. For those who don’t know me, my name is Mariana, I’m twenty-three years old, and the rest of my description is in the first story I uploaded to my profile. I’m slowly going back to tell my experiences from the beginning, because I lost my old account and couldn’t recover it.

I already told how my first time with Daniel, my neighbor, went. Today I want to continue from there, with what came after, when I was still trying to figure out what had gone through my head for me to end up asking him to take my virginity.

A few weeks went by and I still hadn’t fully processed it. I had liked it, I wasn’t denying that, but it was hard for me to admit that I had been the one who took things that far. Every time I ran into Daniel he greeted me normally, maybe a little more affectionately than before, and I felt hugely embarrassed looking him in the face.

He noticed. Despite the dirty messages we had sent each other in the following days, he realized I was avoiding him. One afternoon when I had been left alone at home, I got a message from him.

—Hi, beautiful. Can I come see you now that I know you’re alone?

—Hi, Daniel. What do you want to see me for?

—I want to talk about what happened. I know you’re avoiding me and I just want to clear things up, that’s all.

—Okay. I’ll come down and open the door for you.

He arrived a few minutes later. We sat in the living room and talked calmly. I asked him if we could try to go back to how things were before, that neighborly relationship where we got along well, and that I didn’t want anything else to happen between us sexually.

He took it well. He said goodbye, left, and although it took me a couple of months to shake off the awkwardness, in time everything went back to normal between us.

***

A few days after that talk I told Carla, one of my best friends, everything. I told her about Daniel in excruciating detail, how I had spread my legs on his bed, how his cock had split me open from the inside that first time, and instead of being scandalized, she congratulated me. I didn’t really understand why she was congratulating me, but that was Carla. She asked me how it had been, every detail, and when I finished she let out something I hadn’t expected.

—What do you mean you didn’t suck him off? Why didn’t you suck his dick?

—Because he told me not to, that he was going to teach me that later. And that’s not going to happen now.

—I already understood that nothing else is going to happen with him. But you still should’ve sucked his dick anyway, so it would’ve been a complete first time.

—Well, sorry, it just didn’t happen.

—Would you like to do it? Have it in your mouth, feel how hard it gets against your tongue?

—I’m curious, but I don’t know. It kind of grosses me out, hehe.

—That’s normal. Later you’ll even like swallowing the cum. Same thing happened to me. If you want, you can suck my brother’s dick.

I froze.

—What?! You’re crazy. How am I going to suck your brother’s dick?

—He’s told me he’d love for someone to suck him really well, with real enthusiasm, all the way down the throat, and it would be amazing to make that fantasy come true. Imagine, too, knowing it’s your first blowjob.

—No, you’re crazy! What is he going to think of me? That I’m some cheap slut, a whore.

—I’ll explain to him it’s so you can learn what it feels like to have a cock in your mouth. And if afterward you don’t want him to fuck you, no problem. It can be just the blowjob and that’s it.

The only thing I could think to say was that I’d think about it, and that if I could convince him first, maybe I’d get up the nerve. I was sure nothing would come of it.

I was wrong.

***

I barely even remembered the subject when, a few days later, Carla came running into the institute, thrilled, and asked me to come with her behind the building so we could talk in private. Her brother had agreed. I was surprised, not knowing what to say. And between nerves and curiosity, I ended up saying yes. All that was left was to choose the day.

Over the following weeks I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What will it be like? Will his cock taste good? Will his cum gross me out? Will the whole dick fit in my mouth? Between so many questions, the day arrived without my even noticing. I would go to his house under the excuse of doing a project, and that’s where everything would happen. At last I was going to find out what it felt like to have a hard cock against my tongue.

Those nights I slept badly. I’d catch myself slipping my fingers into my pussy while imagining the scene in a detail that embarrassed me the next day: how I’d kneel in front of him, how I’d open my mouth, what face he’d make when he went all the way in, whether I’d know how to suck him properly or choke. Part of me wanted to run away and another part, the one in charge, was counting the days. I had never felt so split between fear and wanting that dick inside me.

The day before, I even started practicing in front of the mirror, sticking out my tongue, opening my mouth as wide as I could, laughing to myself at how ridiculous I looked. I tried on three underwear sets before deciding, as if that were going to change anything. In the end I chose the simplest one, black, the one that made me feel safe. Carla had written me a short message that morning: “Relax, it’ll be fine.” And, as strange as it sounds, it calmed me down.

The plan was worked out in detail. We’d finish the assignment, ask permission to go to the park with Carla’s brother as company, but really we’d go to her boyfriend’s house. Carla would lock herself in a room with her boyfriend and I’d go into another one with her brother. Before we split up I made her promise she wouldn’t tell anyone about this, not even Lucía, our other best friend. She swore it to me. (Though now Lucía knows, of course.)

I went into the room and he came in behind me. I forgot to tell you his name is Adrián. We stood facing each other.

—Are you ready? —he asked me.

—I think so. I’ve never done it before.

—Relax, I’ll guide you. You’re going to suck me like a goddess, you’ll see.

—Okay.

He started kissing me so softly, so calmly, that my nerves melted away and I ended up kissing him back the same way. He slid his tongue into my mouth slowly, playing with mine, and I felt my panties getting wet just imagining what was coming. His hands roamed over my whole body, he squeezed my tits over my blouse, pinched my nipples, and I let out a soft moan against his mouth. He pulled off my blouse, yanked my bra open, and my tits were bare. He bent down and sucked one nipple, then the other, gently nibbling them, and I felt the wetness between my legs already soaking through my jeans. He left me only in my black jeans. I felt exposed, but not scared. I was turned on, soaked, eager for it to happen already.

—Kneel down —he said, almost in a whisper.

I did. He unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper, then his boxer briefs, and his cock was in front of my face. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was obviously thick, long, veined, the head pink and glossy, different from Daniel’s. I really liked seeing it like that, up close, hanging heavy just centimeters from my mouth. The smell of a man hit me hard and instead of disgusting me, it made me want it more.

Even though its size impressed me, I was surprisingly calm. Adrián gave me a confidence I hadn’t expected.

He told me to take it in my hand and I obeyed. I grabbed it with my right hand and felt it hot, throbbing, heavy. I started stroking it slowly, moving the skin up and down, just like I had seen in some porn videos the night before so I wouldn’t be so lost that day. I felt it grow in my hand, harden until it was like stone. I opened my mouth, but he stopped me: first he wanted me to kiss the tip.

I closed my eyes. I gave soft little kisses to the head of the cock, which didn’t taste like anything at first. Then I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the length, slowly, from the balls to the tip, and that was when I felt the taste of a man for the first time. It wasn’t bad. In fact, it was quite pleasant, a little salty, with that transparent drop coming out of the glans that I licked with the tip of my tongue. Delicious. I licked it again, from bottom to top, soaking it all with saliva, circling around the head as if it were ice cream.

I opened my mouth wider. He took it and slid it in slowly, millimeter by millimeter, until the tip touched the back of my throat. I gagged and started coughing, tears in my eyes. He pulled it out right away and asked me to breathe, to calm down, that we’d try little by little and that I should signal him when I couldn’t take it anymore. I nodded, a thread of saliva hanging from my lip to the cock.

He pushed it back in, slowly, thrusting with his hips. I felt my mouth being opened wider and wider, felt myself filling up completely, my tongue pressed flat against my palate. He was almost all the way in when I couldn’t take any more and asked him to stop. I took a breath, swallowed the saliva that had built up, and we tried again. Over and over, never quite getting the whole thing in. Every time it came out, the cock emerged gleaming with spit, and strings dripped down my chin to my tits.

I’ve never liked giving up. I’ve always been someone who accepts dares, so I asked him to try one more time. I got as far as I always did, eyes watering and makeup smeared, but this time I didn’t ask him to pull out. On the contrary: I grabbed him by the legs, dug my nails into his thighs, and pulled him toward me. That way, with me tugging him and him gently pushing my head, I managed to get the whole thing into my throat. I felt the tip pass the back of my throat, felt his balls hit my chin. I held on for a few seconds, unable to breathe, with my nose pressed into the hair at his pubic mound, before letting him go.

The gagging came back hard and he decided to pull out. A long string of spit and drool snapped between my lips and the tip of his cock. I coughed, took a breath, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and laughed to myself, proud. From there on I went on my own, calmer, setting the pace myself. I started sucking him by moving my head up and down, sucking hard as I came off, hollowing my cheeks to create suction. At times he pushed a little, grabbing my hair, at times I jerked him with my hand while licking his head. The cock was dripping saliva everywhere, and my pussy was dripping inside my panties.

He asked me to suck his balls and I did, bending down a little more, playing with my tongue over his balls, giving them little kisses, taking one whole into my mouth and rolling it with my tongue. While I sucked them I jerked him with my hand, squeezing his cock, and he let out rough moans that made me even hotter.

I was surprised by how quickly I got into it. What had first made me hesitate now even seemed fun, like discovering something new about my own body. Without stopping sucking him, I slid my free hand between my legs, unbuttoned my jeans, and slipped my fingers under my panties. I was soaked. I started rubbing my clit while I kept blowing him, and I let out a moan with his cock in my mouth that made him tremble. Adrián was breathing harder and harder and kept telling me, between gasps, what he liked and what he didn’t.

—That’s it, baby, that’s it, suck it all, you do it so damn well, come on, deeper.

That guidance made me feel safe: I had no idea what I was doing, but he led me without it feeling like an order. I loved hearing him talk dirty, it set me on fire to hear him speak to me like that.

At one point I looked up and our eyes met. Seeing him like that, mouth open, gasping, lost in something I was doing to him with my mouth, turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected. It stopped mattering that it was my first blowjob or that I barely knew him. I just wanted him to cum, I wanted to feel his cock explode from what I was doing to him. I sped up, moving my head quickly up and down, sucking with enthusiasm, looking him in the eye the whole time. With the hand not holding his dick, I caressed his balls, squeezing them gently.

A few minutes later I felt him tense up. The veins in his cock swelled against my tongue, his balls went hard. He told me, almost out of breath, that he wanted to finish in my mouth and I told him no, that still grossed me out. So he decided to do it on my tits. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, grabbed it with his hand, and jerked it just a few inches from my breasts. I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip while he masturbated. A few seconds later he let out a long moan and the first shot landed thick between my tits, then another on my left nipple, another thinner one on my chin. It dripped sticky, warm, white. I felt it sliding over my skin. I took it with two fingers and spread it over my breasts, mixing it around, playing with it like it was cream. And then, out of pure curiosity, with the few drops left on my fingers, I brought them to my mouth and sucked them slowly.

What a delight, honestly. It tasted good. Thick, a little salty, with a sweet undertone I hadn’t expected. I dipped my fingers again in the semen dripping over my tits and licked them again, with no shame left at all. Could it be that that day awakened my taste for semen? Maybe.

***

We left the room as if nothing had happened, even though I still had my panties soaked and the taste of his cock in my mouth. Carla looked at me with a knowing smile and I couldn’t help laughing. On the way back we didn’t talk about it, but we both knew. That night, in my bed, with my fingers back inside my pussy, I went over every detail, wondering how I had gone from dying of embarrassment with Daniel to sucking a near stranger’s cock all the way down.

I’d love for you to leave a comment if you liked the story. If you want, write to me and I’ll try to answer you. I might upload another one along with this one, I’m not sure yet.

Lovely night, loves. I’m sending you a huge kiss.