[F] The second blowjob I ever gave

Get ready to strap in for the long haul, folks, ‘cause this one’s a doozy!

So, this was supposed to be the story of the second blowjob I ever gave- you can find the story of the first one [here-](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7s2wc6/the_first_blowjob_i_f_ever_gave/) but turned into much more. So, not only is this the story of my second BJ (which will actually take place in the next installment), but also of the first time someone else brought me to an orgasm.

So, as described in my previous post, I didn’t have much experience with men at this point in my life. That remains true for this story. However, unlike last time, this experience was with my boyfriend at the time, meaning I was much more comfortable and confident with what we were doing.

The night started off pretty innocently. My boyfriend, who we’ll call Steven, had invited me over to his place to hang out and watch a movie. We hadn’t been dating that long, and had only recently cemented our status as a couple, but I was already more infatuated with him than I’d ever been with a guy. To this day, I haven’t managed to top our first date (which ended with us making out in a field under the stars. Yeah, it was great). So, needless to say, I was eager to please.

I arrived at Steven’s place that evening, and he greeted me with a kiss before I could even say hello. He had nice, plump lips that were surprisingly soft. This made for a tantalizing contrast with his scratchy beard, which I’m always a sucker for. By the time Steven finished “greeting” me, my knees were a little wobbly, and my heart was beating markedly faster inside my chest.

Steven took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen, where he dished out a couple bowls of taco soup and chips (he knew just how to win my heart, lol). We chatted for a little bit as we ate, exchanging flirty smiles and playing footsies. Afterwards, we went and got comfortable on the couch and turned on the movie he had picked out- which I was surprised to see was a romantic comedy (The Proposal, I think). Not at all bothered, though, I settled in for a fun time.

Steven spent the first 30 minutes absentmindedly playing with my hand; running his fingers along the length of mine, sweeping over my knuckles, tracing the lines on my palm. He did it without thinking, as he continued to watch and laugh along with the movie. I, however, was having a harder time focusing. I never would have thought that something so innocent could make me so hot, but all I could think about was shoving my tongue in his mouth.

I kept my composure, though, and redoubled my efforts to enjoy the movie. A few minutes later, Steven squeezed my knee (which made me jerk a little, as my whole body was sensitive from my arousal), and asked if I minded if he rested his head in my lap. I looked at him for a brief moment and just blinked, my mind going blank before all kinds of ideas ran through my head of exactly where this might lead. Quietly, I agreed, and he stretched out and laid his head across my thighs.

Without thinking, I reached out and began running my fingers through his hair, almost jealous of how soft it was. Occasionally, I’d act like my fingers got caught on a tangle, and would give his hair a little tug, just to see if I’d get a reaction (since I love having my hair pulled). He made a small noise in the back of his throat, but it was so quiet that I wasn’t sure it had actually happened. Every now and then, he’d bring his hand up and squeeze just above my knee before trailing his fingers lazily down my calf. I imagined those same fingers, long, calloused, and so sexy, running up the inside of my thighs to tease me more. But to my slight relief, and great disappointment, he didn’t push any further.

The movie was almost over, and I mused to myself that this had been a much different experience compared to the last time I’d sat down to watch a movie with a guy. The other guy had gone almost immediately to making out, but Steven seemed content to actually watch the movie and restrain himself to just giving me the occasional teasing touch. I had enjoyed my time with that first guy, but I realized I was having much more fun with the way Steven was doing things. The way he had built up the anticipation made every little touch feel sensual, and sparked currents of electric pleasure through my body. He was a genius. (Any guy who could make me want to fuck him just by touching my hand is… wow.)

With the movie finally over, I knew it was time to ramp things up. Steven invited me to his bedroom, to which I eagerly agreed. We laid ourselves out on his bed, and exchanged a bit of flirty banter, before he finally (finally!) leaned over and gave me a sweet, gentle kiss. By this point, however, I was in no mood to play along with his light, feathery kisses. I’d had my fill of teasing from him, and I was ready to feel something harder.

Instead of returning with a soft, slow kiss of my own, I fisted my hand in his shirt, dragged his lips to my mouth and moaned as we connected. Not missing a beat, I felt the corner of Steven’s mouth quirk up in a smirk (he knew exactly what he’d done to me, the bastard). Rolling his body on top of mine, he kissed me hard and ground his hips against me. I gave another moan as I realized that he was already hard. Rolling my hips up into him, my hands impatiently found their way under his shirt and teased the skin just above the waistband of his jeans.

Steven gave a small chuckle and wrapped my legs around his waist before pinning my wrists against the bed. He dropped his mouth to kiss along my jaw and down my neck, sucking and biting possessively as he continued to grind his cock between my legs. I was so wet, by this point, that not only had I soaked through my panties, but I could feel that my leggings were getting damp as well. As the pressure built inside of me, I realized with embarrassment that he was about to make me cum just by dry humping me. I didn’t know what he would think if that happened, but for whatever reason, I was mortified by the possibility.

Thankfully, it was about that time, when Steven finally unpinned my wrists and pulled me up to sit next to him on the bed. Reaching his hands to grip the hem of my shirt, he quietly asked, “Is it okay if I…?” Nodding my assent, he lifted my shirt over my head. This was the first time he’d seen me without a shirt on, and he stared at my breasts in my black lace bra, with a lost look on his face. Unable to hold back a giggle, I leaned over and helped him take off his shirt.

As I had leaned toward him, I had unintentionally put my DDs right in front of his face. Seemingly unable to stop himself, Steven buried his face in my tits and breathed in my scent, letting out a moan and a rueful chuckle. “I could stay here forever,” he said, his voice muffled as he didn’t bother to lift his head. I laughed and cradled the back of his head, feeling an odd surge of protectiveness, as if I were sheltering him from the world.

After a few minutes of him squeezing and kissing the tops of my breasts, Steven moved his hands down to my thighs and gave them a squeeze. While he’d been playing with my tits, I’d had a chance to clear my head a bit, but as he began running his hands up and down the insides of thighs, my breathing hitched.

“Do you want to take these off?” he asked, in a low voice.

“Okay,” I breathed. Raising my hips to peel of my leggings, I saw that he had stood up, unbuckled his belt and was taking off his jeans. “You may as well take your boxers off, too,” I blurted out. I felt my face grow hot as I realized what I’d just said, but it was too late to take it back.

For his part, Steven didn’t protest, only raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What about you?” he teased, in a tone that said he didn’t think I’d be bold enough to shed the rest of my clothes. Never one to turn down a challenge, I narrowed my eyes at him and defiantly said, “Fine!”

His eyes grew wide as my hands moved to undo the clasp at the back of my bra, and he hurriedly finished stepping out of his jeans, and then his boxers. When he looked back at me, I was in the process of removing my underwear, and I heard him give a low whistle from where he stood at the side of the bed. Blushing, I turned to give him a witty reply, but froze as my eyes were drawn to the hard cock in front of me.

My mouth went dry as I stared at him. His dick wasn’t the longest I had seen (he was average length, about 5.5 inches), but it had a lot more girth than the last guy I’d fooled around with. I bit my bottom lip as I imagined what it would be like to take him in my mouth. Noticing this, Steven asked a little nervously, “You like what you see?”

My head was so clouded, I was unable to form words, so I simply nodded and moaned an “Mmhmm.” I could see the lust spark in his eyes at my response, and he climbed up next to me on the bed, gazing up and down my naked body.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, kissing me passionately. “And so damn sexy,” he growled, giving my lower lip a little bite. I moaned, and pressed my body against his as we continued to make out. My thigh went between his legs, rubbing against his solid cock as I instinctively rocked my hips.

Grabbing roughly at my ass, Steven reached his fingers down to test my pussy from behind. I gasped in surprise and pleasure, as I had never felt anyone touch me directly like that, skin-to-skin. “You’re so wet,” he marveled. Moving his hand back around front, he hovered his fingers over me and gave me a questioning look. I breathlessly nodded my assent.

I opened my legs to give him access, and he slowly caressed his fingers up and down my slit, working his way inside my lips. My breath started coming in short, erratic gasps, and he applied more pressure. As he moved up to my clit and began rubbing circles into me, I didn’t know what to do with myself. My moans became increasingly louder and faster, and I felt like I was losing my mind.

Embarrassed by the noises he was drawing from me, I turned on my side and buried my face in his neck, trying to muffle myself. Steven kissed my shoulder reassuringly and dropped his fingers lower, just outside my opening. I didn’t know what to expect from this, as I had rarely ever even fingered myself. I relied almost exclusively on stimulating my clit to get myself off.

Slowly, he eased in up to his first knuckle, and I gasped and shuddered. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. I apologized without thinking, hiding my face further in his neck. Maneuvering his head so that I would finally have to look at him, he simply said, “No,” and kissed me hard as he pressed further into me. I whimpered against him as he filled me up, and he speared his tongue into my mouth.

Raking my nails across his back, I took his tongue between my lips and sucked on it, sliding it in and out of my mouth. His loud moan almost startled me, and he tore away from my mouth with a growl as he went to bite my neck. Taking this opportunity, I buried my face against his neck again as my cries started up once more.

Steven began curling his finger inside me while he rubbed his thumb against my clit. I had never experienced such raw pleasure, and was almost afraid because I was helplessly losing control. Clinging to Steven for dear life, and digging my nails into his back in ecstasy, I finally came, hard. I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming, and felt waves of pleasure crashing mercilessly over me. My body began trembling with each aftershock of my explosive orgasm.

I collapsed next to Steven, gasping for air with my heart hammering in my ears. He gently removed his finger from my pussy, which elicited another moan and shudder of pleasure. After a moment, I felt him move off the bed, and I looked over to see him grab his phone and head towards the bathroom in his bedroom. Before I could say anything, I heard the sound of his phone taking a picture.

“What are you doing?” I asked curiously, finally gathering up the strength to speak.

He came out of the bathroom with a smirk on his face. “What-” I started, but he held out his phone to me, showing me a picture of his back, scratched to high heaven. He turned and showed me the skin of his back, and I gasped in shock. It looked like somebody had taken a whip to him, his skin red, with raised welts crisscrossing all over.

I apologized profusely, horrified with myself. I had no idea that I had been that rough with him, or even that I had scratched him as many times as I did.

Steven insisted that I didn’t need to apologize, and that he actually found it hot that I had given him “battle scars,” as he called them. Though he did admit he had winced a couple of times from the pain. Still feeling horribly for the damage I’d caused, I gently kissed his wounds and promised to make it up to him.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, his eyes lighting up mischievously. “How are you gonna do that?”

Glancing down at his still-swollen cock, I bent to give it a light kiss.

“Well…” I began with a smile, and pushed him down against the bed.

*To be continued* ;)

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