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knob, I hesitated.
    What was wrong with me? I pondered. Jackie would have eagerly gobbled his knob, taken the full length of his penis into her wet mouth and sucked him to orgasm. There again, Jackie had fingered another girl's pussy and God only knew what else in the name of cold lust. Finally plucking up courage as Alan moved forward on the sofa, his penis swelling in my hand, I tentatively kissed his purple globe.
     
    Breathing heavily, he reclined as I leaned over and sucked his plum into my hot mouth. Uncharacteristic thoughts hurling around the wreckage of my mind, I ran my tongue around the bulb of his silky-smooth knob, the salty flavour tantalising my taste buds as I moved my hand up and down his solid shaft. He was going to come in my mouth, I knew as he clutched my head and began to tremble. Was this what I'd wanted? I didn't know what I wanted as I instinctively bobbed my head up and down, his swollen glans repeatedly driving to the back of my throat. I felt like the tart in the book. Mouth-fuck. Mouth-sperm. Was I a tart?
     
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    Easing his balls out of his jeans, I gazed at the hairy bag as his sperm-spheres rolled and heaved. His solid shaft between my taut lips, his bulbous knob deep within my mouth, I watched his balls move within the thin bag of his scrotum as he gasped in his male pleasure. What did sperm taste like? I wondered as his body became rigid.
    Mouth-fuck. Mouth-sperm. Take what you can when you can.
     
    His sperm finally gushing into my mouth, the salty liquid bathing my tongue, filling my cheeks as his cock rhythmically twitched, I swallowed hard. I'd done it, I thought excitedly. I'd actually brought a man off in my mouth. I wished that Jackie could have seen me as I drank from his orgasmic knob. But no. She'd probably laugh and inform me that she'd sucked her first knob when she was twelve-years-old.
    Twelve, for God’s sake!
     
    The white liquid running down his veined shaft and over my hand, I sucked out his orgasm until he pushed me away and doubled up as if in pain. Sitting upright and licking my lips as he recovered, I suddenly sobered up and realized that I'd behaved like a common slut. Alan would think that I'd taken him back to my flat to seduce him. He'd think me a slag for ... All I'd done was taken what I could when I could. Was that a crime?
     
    “Jade,” he whispered, tugging his zip up. “Jade, that was something else.”
    “Good,” I murmured, not knowing what to say as I felt my face flush. “You'd
    ... you'd better go now.”
    “Yes, right.” Standing up, he adjusted his jeans and smiled at me. “I'll be in the pub tomorrow night if ...”
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    “I'm not sure what I'm doing tomorrow,” I said, knowing full well that I had nothing planned. I could feel sperm running down my chin. “I might be there,” I murmured, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
    “I hope you turn up. It'll be good to see you again. I ...”
    “Go now, Alan,” I broke in before he could say anything stupid about love.
    What was love?
    “Jade, I feel that I ...”
    “Go now,” I repeated, rising to my feet and seeing him to the door before he had a chance to proclaim his undying love for me. “I'm sorry about the coffee.”
    “Don't apologise,” he chuckled. “You were fantastic.”
     
    Returning to the lounge, the taste of sperm lingering on my tongue, I couldn't believe what I'd done. Fantastic? He must have thought me a slut, a whore. To suck off a virtual stranger was so out of character. And, to make matters worse, I'd instigated the sordid episode. I felt disgusted with myself. There was no way I was going to that pub again, I decided. After the way I'd behaved, I knew that I could never face Alan.
     
    At least I could now write about blowjobs as well as masturbation, I thought, pondering on the dreadful term. Laying full-length on the sofa, I wished that I'd not gone out with Jackie, or invited Alan back or sucked him off or ... What was done was done. But I'd never