My First Blow Job [MF]

I was a nerd in high school and into college, before I discovered my sense of humor and figured out that an outsized sense of humor, combined with just a little physical self-improvement, could unlock a woman’s heart…and her sexual favors.

Though I had one scorching romance with a fellow nerd during this period of my life, it was off and on, and when it was off, I was often fumbling and clueless with other women.

But even a fumbling nerd gets lucky sometimes. I found that luck, and her name was Julie.

Julie was cute and sexy — 5’5″, probably 135-140, pleasantly curvy, with brown hair, brown eyes, and luscious lips that I wanted to kiss badly.

We had chemistry immediately upon meeting. She was a farm girl and I was into Garth Brooks and Randy Travis. She was looking for a worldly experience, and I had lived in 3 countries. She had a fantastic smile, eyes that twinkled when she smiled or laughed, and in a fortunate and rare turn of events, she was into me from the start.

We kissed probably the third time we hung out. We were in a dorm room with a bunch of people, everyone else left, and suddenly it was just the two of us. I looked at her, she looked at me, we said everything with our eyes, and seconds later, our lips and tongues were tussling softly.

It was good, so we did it some more. And more. And more. 4 hours later, we came up for air. That first night, making out and fondling each other over our clothes was about as far as we made it. It was sweet, and nice, and something good was budding.

After that night, we stole every moment alone that we could. One night, her roommate went out, and we suddenly had a room to ourselves for several hours. We knew just what to do.

We had been taking things relatively slowly, but suddenly, in that room, on that night, it was ON. Clothes flew every which way, and we covered each other with kisses.

At one point, both naked above the waist and down to our underwear , I found myself looking up at Julie and her beautiful breasts. She was grinding herself against me, and it felt pretty awesome. I was content to let that continue for a while. But she flashed a hungry grin and began kissing her way downward from my face. She went lower and lower and lower…but never at that point having experienced oral sex, I had no expectations of receiving any. I was just thinking she liked kissing my chest.

Then, without warning, I felt my cock surrounded by the most amazingly moist warmth, and then on top of that, a remarkable and surprisingly strong feeling of suction being applied to my cock.

I looked down, and sure enough, there was Julie’s head, beginning to bob up and down while literally sucking on my cock.

For just a moment, I detached myself from enjoying the physical sensations and thought to myself, “Oh, wow, a woman is sucking my cock. I am having a real, actual blow job!”

My next thought was, “Don’t go limp, don’t go limp, don’t go limp.”

My thought after that was, “Wow this feels really, really good.”

It turned out that I was lucky. I was receiving my blow job from a girl who a) really liked to suck cock, b) was really, really good at it, and c) really liked me…and that, as it turned out, was a fantastic combination.

As she worked up and down my cock, she swirled her tongue around me, gently grasped and squeezed me in all the right places in all the right ways, and instead of growing limp, I got harder and more aroused. The feeling of utter pleasure and arousal built and built and built, and the feeling of moist heat on my skin grew more and more intense until I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, and I knew I was going to explode in her mouth.

I lifted my hips off the bed, grabbed her head, and began to mutter under my breath as my breaths grew more rapid and shallow. Oh God, Julie…oh God…ohgodohgodohgodohgod….”

I exploded and pulsed into her mouth four, five, six times . She NEVER missed a beat. She kept sucking and sucking and sucking, until I was empty and lying limp beneath her on the bed. She had swallowed every last drop, and then, she looked up at me with a GIANT grin on her face. I looked up at her, exhausted and sated in a way I had never experienced before. I uttered something like, “Wow…that was fantastic…wow….”

She just smiled, and stared into my eyes, and licked her lips, and smiled again. “You taste good,” she said, and I laughed and laid back, utterly relaxed. She rested her head on my stomach, exhaled, and said, “Next time, I want to feel that cock deep inside me.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65no18/my_first_blow_job_mf