Ninjamindfuck’s First Orgasm (With bonus commentary from her perspective) [MF] [Oral]

A few months after breaking it off with the blondes, I was invited to a friends birthday party at a restaurant. It was good to see some people who I had not seen in a while, having a few drinks and catching up.

When I least suspected it, Ninjamindfuck walks in. Fuck. About a year prior, we had a falling out because of her mind fuck tactics and my inability to take a hint. We had a bit of a dialog through text messages but had not seen each other at all.

So there she walks in, and she has the fucking audacity to be even more gorgeous than before. Fit as I’ve ever seen her, hair long and silky, added a few more piercings, and very obviously grown into a DD cup. Beautiful as all hell. That bitch. It might have been the gravity of her amazing Latina booty, but from that moment everything else faded from the room. We talked and caught up a little. She leaves early but the texts still go back and forth until I’m at her house and we’re making out for the rest of the night. Fireworks may have actually been going off, they sell the really good illegal ones by her house.

The next day we go as a pair to another get-together, but eventually ditch it to “watch” a movie and make out some more. We sit outside of her house in my car, talking about where we go from here.

“We don’t have to go any further if you’re not comfortable”, I tell her.

“I’m a big girl now, what if I want to go further?”

“I don’t know if you can handle it, last I heard you were still a virgin.”

“I am, but I have SOME experience. And I can show you things that maybe you haven’t seen before.”

“I’m not so…”, she interrupts and moves in on me, rubbing my cock through my jeans, which has been solid the entire night.

“I can handle this right here, trust me”, she says slyly.

“I dare you.” Lame move, but she doesn’t back down from a challenge.

She unbuttons and unzips me, then reaches her hand in to liberate my cock. She gets a grip and pulls it out into the open, holding on to it. Her fingers can’t close while it’s in her hand, and I’m at max hardness from pawing at her huge tits all night. She has a grip on the middle of the shaft and starts to jack the upper half. After a few seconds she reaches down to the base and exclaims “Oh my god, there’s more?!”. To this day I’ll never forget that moment.

I can tell she’s a bit shaken at the discovery, like she bit off more than she could chew. “You were saying something about being able to handle it?”, I had to make her pay for her bravado. The entire time her gaze is transfixed on my cock as she grips it. Then with no hesitation, she takes me into her mouth. There is some heavy teething at first, then she opened her jaw wider to accommodate me. Keeping a firm grip on the base of my dick, she goes back and forth from taking me into her throat and pulling back then swirling her tongue around my head. She’s worked into a dick-sucking frenzy, her plump, pouty lips feel divine on my cock. It feels amazing, within a few minutes I can feel my balls tingle. After all the terrible mind games and teases this girl has put me through over the years, I wanted nothing more than to release my frustration on her tonsils at 37 miles per hour.

“I’m getting close”

Common courtesy, but perhaps a mistake on my part. She immediately stopped what she was doing, put my dick back in my boxers and said “Maybe next time I’ll let you finish.”

I’m left there dumbfounded and horny as hell as she gets her purse and exits the car. “You should go home and take care of that, I hear that blue balls can get really painful”, she says as she closes the door and walks into her house. I was flabbergasted and my balls did start to hurt.

I drove home and no sooner did I close the front door did I get a text from her asking when our next date was, and letting me know that she’ll finish the job next time. I hatched an evil plan, I’ll use the blue balls she gave me against her. It being Saturday, I told her we can go out this coming Friday. This would give me time to work up a big, frustrated load of cum to give her, even bigger than the one currently aching to be released.

Friday comes and we have a nice date, dinner and a movie. Afterwards we’re back in my car making out hot and heavy, she’s rubbing my cock through my pants and by this time I’m absolutely aching to cum. I had been jerking off but stopping just short of orgasm all week just to build up this load. She take off her pants to reveal some tight cheekies that are damn near a thong on her big round ass.

“I want you to please me first”, she says simply. I could have done what she had did to me last week and leave her hanging, but instead I decide to show her what she could have had so long ago. I take off her panties and dive in. I get my tongue in deep, tease her clit, and eat her pussy more voraciously than I have ever eaten one before. Her usual nonchalant expression melted away as the pleasure washed over her. She moves her shirt up and releases her huge tits out of her bra and starts tweaking her nipples as I tongue-fuck her perfect pussy. Her eyes are closed and she’s moaning when I go in for the kill and focus everything on her clit, sucking on it for dear life. When it hits, her eyes open wide and her back arches up in an odd way, and she lets out the loudest eardrum-piercing scream I’ve ever heard in my life. I don’t know if she came or got her foot caught in a bear trap. Once it’s done and her orgasm starts to fade, she’s breathing heavy and covered in sweat. I’d later find out that it was the first time she had ever orgasmed.

She laid in silence for a long while, looking like the ghost had been taken from her. I made an effort to initiate more sexy time, but she said she was fried and couldn’t continue. She promised to make it up to me tomorrow. Looking back, that night was when her demeanor towards me changed. She slightly dropped her sarcastic attitude and became more affectionate.

We had a date the next night too, and she was true to her word. She took my cock into her mouth once more and proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs of my life. After holding out for so long, I couldn’t hold back and knew I was going to erupt, and was going to choke her out with a deluge of cum. She worked her magic and I came harder than I ever had in my life. It was the kind of orgasm where your balls hurt like hell afterwards. I could feel the ropes of cum forcing their way out of my cock and into her mouth. To my extreme surprise, she took everything I had and swallowed it down with no issue. My plan to choke her out had been ruined by her supreme dick-sucking abilities.

“I told you I’d make it up to you”, she said a she cuddled up to me.

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3 comments on “Ninjamindfuck’s First Orgasm (With bonus commentary from her perspective) [MF] [Oral]

  1. I asked Ninjamindfuck to provide her side of the events. Enjoy! Edit: Sorry I made a mess of this. This is part 1, part 2 is a separate comment.

    My perspective with my encounters with the man slut have been if anything educational. I feel like I should do a little back story on myself where you may call me a tease or a prude. I have been called both.

    I met man slut in my younger/ cuter years. I say this because when you’re young, you’re cute. I am Latina with a big booty that was the root of all the teasing and bullying my whole life. Funny thing is, I never cared because I was always so proud of it and felt it was my best ASS-et, lol. It was my heritage trade mark. When man slut met me I had a big booty, Full B/ loose C cup (which eventually became a DDD when I must have gone through a second puberty and evened my out with my booty). I also had multiple piercings in my ears. As I got older I ended up with too many holes in each ear where it’s was so holey that I was ready for my sainthood. As well as nostril and septum piercings with a cute dainty little belly ring. I did have my nipples done but sadly man slut never got to see nor enjoy those. When man slut and I met I had a strict rule… NO SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE! Now most of you are like WTF! Well I grew up in a very strict Christian valued house hold. Plus I didn’t want to give it up to any unworthy male. Now cue the snob in me.

    Teasing and flirting came easy for me. I knew a lot of the guys that I hung out with had a thing for me. I was the girl they tried to score with to get a notch on their belt. So I would flirt but never date or hook up with any of them. I was very selective with the group. I refused to be passed around like the other girls, that later the guys compared notes on. So if I dated any, it would only be one of them and no other. But I’m trailing off *squirrel*

    Man slut and I had a falling out after a long relationship of… he can’t take a hint. I had always cared for him but as a friend and compared every loser I dated to him. What can I say? He treated me like a fucking goddess. We exchanged some texts here and there but always ended the same way. After a year and a half of no physical contact, my friend was having a birthday party at a local restaurant. I took my best friend with me as my wingman since I knew man slut was friends with the birthday boy. I decided to show up early thinking man slut would be late like always. WRONG!!

    As soon as I walk in with my wingman, the first person I made eye contact with was a thinner, acne free white boy and FUCK it’s man slut sitting at the bar. I was in trouble now. The last text was not a nice one between us from 4 months prior. I turned to my wingman and told him man slut was there. We made our way over and I say hi to the birthday boy and spent the rest of the hour there with my back to man slut only to have my wingman confirm that he had not stop staring at me and watch my every move. Good thing my ass looked good in my tight jeans that night.

    Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I decided to leave. I turned around to said my goodbyes and made eye contact with man slut again. I gave him a shy smile and a small wave from 12 ft away (thinking it’s a safe distance to make a run for it) when he waves me over. FUCK ME, I’m not ready for this. I was feeling hot and I was flushed. I must repeat that Man slut had become so FUCKING HOT over the past year and a half. *side note: I have always thought beards and glass were hot and now more so on this ex-jock. I loved the nerdy look before it became a thing.*

    I felt like my knees were going to buckle underneath me as I made my way over. It took all my energy not to fall over or trip in front of him. We had some small talk conversations that include: hi, how are you? What’s new?

    I had to get out of there and fast. So I said I had to leave and he leaned in to give me a hug.

    I’M DONE FOR! I thought.

    He smelled so damn good and his hug was so warm that it felt like home. I had never had that feeling with anyone else but him. He was always the one I turned to and called, when I was having a bad day or needed some advise. Guess that’s why I always friend zoned him.

    I grabbed my wingman and bolted out of there as fast and as gracefully as I could. At the time I lived at home. So the first thing I do is tell my mom what had happened and how man slut was so hot. She goes on to remind me that when she met man slut, she told me that we were going to end up dating. That bruja! Well I didn’t get to far into my story when man slut began to text me. He was buzzed when I left him and now he was drunk. I could not recall the conversation in its entirety but it was pretty much he heard a song that reminded him of me. Which happened to be the same one he had dedicated to me years before. He then goes and makes me promise that I wouldn’t get pregnant.

  2. Continued from above

    WTF?! You need a man in your life for that and currently I was batting zero. At the end of the conversation I called him out on the fact that if he showed up to my house I would actually open the door and talk to him. Well sure enough at 2am he did after 4 hours of drunk texting. He was still pretty drunk, which I figure was the actual reason he showed up. By 4am I was freezing in my cute pjs and he put his arms around me to keep me warm. Not exactly sure how but he ended up kissing me and I was done for once more. The heat began to rise inside me. I could feel myself getting flush again and worst of all, kind of wet. He had me around his little finger but I could not let him see it. It was the kind of kiss that knocks you on your ass.

    Next day or same day rather, he texts me to go with him to the birthday boy’s house for food and celebrate his actual birthday. I agreed and let me tell you the look on everyone’s face at seeing us enter holding hands was priceless. They knew of our falling out so they never would have guessed us pairing up. About an hour there, we decided to go watch a movie. When the movie was over, he took me home and we sat in his car. I have never been one to make the first move on anything but I had to seal this deal and make man slut mine. So I decided I would do the one thing I have only done once before with an ex (no penetration of any kind) and try my best with my lack of experience to suck his dick. I was still a virgin and knew nothing about anything except for what I had heard from my friends. But by this time, I had grown as a person and well I was ready to lose my virginity.

    I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his rock hard dick. I was having a hard time gripping it. I tried a bit to get a good solid grip on his dick when I realized that his pants were in the way and hiding the rest of his dick. So I went on to reveal what was hidden from view and…
    WTF THERE’S MORE?!?!

    I had seen one other IRL dick and it was a bit of a disappointment. Worst part was that I vocalized my surprise to man slut. Talk about an ego boost. He had his cocky smile plastered on his stupid gorgeous face.

    So I attempted to give him a blow job which I knew was pretty bad. I had to get my rhythm going before it seemed like I was doing a decent job. Curling my lips over my teeth so not to scrap him, use my tongue around the head of this dick and suck in as much as I could into my mouth without gagging. I really had to lick my lips before getting into swing of things and get some good moisture going. I knew I would never be able to deep throat his huge dick but I had to try and fake it at least. Bobbling my head up and down I could sense he was trying to hold back a bit. At least I knew he was enjoying my inexperienced blow job. I knew I had a lot of of sex bunnies to compete with. I gripped his cock as tightly as I could and would move it up and down. Keeping that grip began to make my hand cramp, but I couldn’t give up. I licked the underside of his shaft from the top of his dick to his balls. All the while I was beginning to get pretty wet and I could feel the excitement pulsing in my clit. I really wanted to get some action.

    He made it known that he was getting close to cumming. I had to stop, I wasn’t ready for that load. I tucked his dick back in his pants with a promise of fulfilling the act at a later date. Leaving the car and walking like I didn’t just wet my socks from sucking his dick was pretty fucking difficult. I was certain that I left him with major blue balls. Which I’m pretty sure was my calling card by this time. And for the first time ever, I gave myself blue balls/ ovaries which I refused to do anything about since I had never touched myself like that before.

    We met up again on Friday for a date. We parked again in front of my house in the dark when we finished our date. My street was pretty dark with no real street lights. Well this time I wanted to be pleased but I didn’t want to lose my virginity in a backseat of his car. Girl has to have some standards. So I kind of tricked him into going down on me and licking my pussy, with the promise that I would blow him right after.

    I decided to wear cute pink cheekies that hiked up my ass and revealed more of my ass then I expected. I made sure I had the cutest undies that I owned and I shaved my pussy clean so it was super smooth. I was a bit embarrassed since only one other man had ever seen my pussy but damn it I really needed the action. We had made out during our date so I was all worked up and ready to go. Man slut was good at what he did. I couldn’t really describe it but his tongue worked wonders on my clit. He would massage it ever so softly just to get my juices flowing. At this point he really didn’t need to. His talent was as if he was writing secret messages with his tongue. Some soft and tender, while others were more heated and passionate. My mind was swimming, I was super juicy. Man slut was getting a show that night from me. I lifted my shirt and moved my bra so my tits were free. I began to massage and tug at my now hard nipples. I could feel my hips swaying as he worked on my clit over and over lapping up all my wetness. My breathing began to shorten and I began to thrust my hips up so his face was in deep. Man slut was going to lick up every last drop at the rate he was going and then…
    I screamed out loud until all the air has escaped out of my lungs and I was left wheezing. I am pretty sure the whole neighborhood heard me. My body went completely numb and I couldn’t feel my legs. My clit tingled that when he tried to touch it, I gasped for air. For the first time ever in my life, did I experience an orgasm. My ex one time went down on me once and it was as disappointing as his dick. I had no idea how to feel or react. My body shot down and my brain was fried. I’m sure to his disappointment, but I couldn’t return the favor that night. Man slut was cocky, so he certainly smug about what he did.

    On our next date I kept promise. I am a woman of my word and I proceeded to give man slut the best blowjob I could, with it being only the third time I tried. I was dead set on making it better than before. I licked my lips and proceeded to wrap them over the head of his cock. Wrapping my hand around his pulsating dick and working my hand up and down. I bobbed my head with the motion of my hand. I could hear his breathing change and quiet moans escape his throat. I would soon discover that man slut would never be as loud as I was during our promiscuous encounters. Licking and sucking, I continued. Licking the rim of the helmet and the back of his shaft. I would run my tongue down along his pulsing vein that ran from the top of the head to the balls. That soon became my favorite way to tease man slut during blow jobs. I gripped as tightly as I could and jerked him off as long as I could while rotating a my hand a bit. Man slut’s head was against the reclined seats head rest and his eyes were shut. The look on his face was as if he finally won. That he had finally gotten me after our cat and mouse game. Well in a way he did, cause damn it I was getting wet all over again.

    I was beginning to lose my grip, when he told me that he was going to cum. I got him to cum a huge load into my mouth and down my throat. To his surprise, I swallowed it all. I kept my mouth on his dick until I worked out every last drop. As I swallowed, I tried my best not to lose grip or to be choked by his dick. I recalled my wish list that I made back in high school on what I wanted in a guy. So far stupid sexy man slut was checking off everything that I could remember on that list including the big dick. Don’t ask me why I included that, I just remember hearing that a big cock was a good thing. Now I realize this was going to be more then I had bargained for. If anything this man slut would be mine or he would break my heart. One way or another, I had lowered my guard that I had built up over the years to prevent any kind of pain. And the pain was yet to come.

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