Giving my [F] first blowjob to my boyfriend [M]. UPDATE TO getting eaten out for the first time ?

Hi everyone ?

Apologies for not posting, I’ve been busy with university and work. I got lots of messages asking for more updates (thank you!) and I’m here to deliver ? this is from a few days ago, and yes – for everyone messaging me – I will have a Valentine’s Day update on here soon ?

For my new readers, here is the background on me and my boyfriend. I’m 20, he’s 23 and we attend the same university. Descriptions follow:

Me (Tessa): 5’5, golden brown/blonde-ish hair, blue/grey eyes
Him: 6’6, dark brown hair, green eyes, deep deep voice

I’m a virgin and he’s the opposite (very experienced, like very very). If you want to read more about what we’ve done, I’ve written about him going down on me, us touching ourselves together and him using a vibrator on me.

I know you all have wanted this to happennnn, so here’s the retelling of me touching him for the first time (ominous music) ??? I also haven’t given him a name on here, but his starts with an A so he can be called Ashton ???

I spent the day at classes and with some friends and went back to my dorm at around 6:00pm. I didn’t have much work to do so I wrote up some notes and was doing some laundry. I was coming back up the elevator in the dorms and walked to my room and he was outside waiting for me.

“What’re you doing here” I said smiling.

He had a busy schedule that day so I assumed that we would see each other tomorrow.

He stood up and said

“Assignments in, class got cancelled tonight.” He kissed me and took my laundry basket while I opened my door.

“Do you know what that means?” I asked him once we were inside.

He raised an eyebrow and laughed. “Tell me, what does that mean Tessa”

“It means I’ve got you alll night” I said and he bear hugged me and lifted me up off of the ground.

“Damn straight” he said.

I folded some laundry and we talked for a while before I cuddled up to him on my bed. His head fell down onto my lap and I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Every time I come over I end up in this spot” he said teasing me, running a hand up my thigh and towards the top of my leggings. I pulled his hand away and told him to shush, giggling.

“You’re making everything dirty, Ashton. I’m just trying to give my boyfriend a relaxing moment and you’re, like, Christian Greying this” I said laughing softly.

He sat up and pulled me under his arm so my legs were on top of his, whispering
“We haven’t even gotten to the real dirty stuff, don’t you worry.”
He smirked and I blushed into his chest.

He kissed the top of my head and said

“Don’t worry, you can blush all you want. But I know you want to do dirty stuff too, because your legs are squeezing together and I know after the past few days you haven’t been walking around with dry panties.”

I gasped at his crudeness and lifted my head up so we were sitting side by side. He looked at me and chuckled at my reaction, mouth parted and cheeks flushed. He reached up and tucked the hair behind my ears.

“You have no idea of all the things I want to do with you. You’re as innocent as anything and it drives me insane. So fucking insane.”

I looked at his chest because I couldn’t meet his eyes.

“What do you mean by insane?” I asked softly tugging at his soft black tee shirt.

He took a breath in and ran a hand through his hair.

“Every minute I’m with you, I just want to show you how I feel. By telling you or touching you. By god, I love going slow with you. I do, but the thought of you doing things, looking at me the way that you do with pure innocence in your eyes, fucking hell. You have no idea what you do to me.”

I looked up at him, and was surprised to see him looking down at my hands tugging his shirt. He sounded almost nervous, and when I looked over at him I moved myself to sit on his lap.

His eyes met mine (I am cheeeesy) and that’s all it took for us to start kissing. I threaded my hands through his hair and he grabbed my waist, squeezing gently. We kissed slowly, softly, for a few minutes before I slipped my hands to his sides and pulled up his shirt.

I ran my hands up and down his chest and abs and he started kissing me harder, pushing me down to grind on his crotch. I could feel the hardness against me, and I rocked back and forth, side to side to try and get some friction. He swore again and again before reaching up and tossing my shirt off, leaving me in a plain cotton white bra.

“Okay, see this, as cute as it is, has to go.” He said and I giggled as he tossed it off.

“Mother of god woman what’re you doing to me.”

He said before kissing my breasts and sucking, making my head fall back. They were overly sensitive and every touch made me gasp and whimper.

I pulled his head back up to mine and he flipped us onto my back, gripping my leggings and pulling them off of me. I sat up and tugged at his jeans, unbuckling them and pushing them down his long legs. Only separated by panties and boxers now, he pushed into my panties with his area making me moan at the friction it was creating. My legs came up to his back and tangled them around him, kissing him over and over again. His hand moved to rub outside of my panties, over the wet spot I knew was forming and over my clit.

I felt one of his fingers move to underneath my panties and up to my clit, aching and wet. He moved his finger in ways that made my legs shake and soon he moved it into me, looking up at me and moving it against my g-spot.

“Ash” I moaned as he moved it once. He chuckled and placed his thumb over my clit, rubbing me and flicking it up again. I was in sensory overload, and he started moving his finger on my g-spot faster and faster.

“I need to taste you” he grunted and moved between my legs, tugging my panties down roughly and attaching his mouth to my clit. Placing his finger back to the spot it took me about 20 seconds before I came, all over his lips and finger, clenching around him. He kissed and sucked on my clit until my legs were shaking beneath him, as he kissed my thighs and back up to my mouth softly. Still recovering from my orgasm, my eyes closed and I ran a hand down to my breasts.

I could hear him get off of the bed and I sat up to look at him. His boxers were strained and the outline of him was pressed up against him.

“I’ll be back” he said quietly, kissing me and making his way to my door.

“Ashton, wait wait hold on” I said, stumbling off of the bed on shakey legs. I felt self conscious standing naked in front of him, my thighs still wet with kisses and my orgasm but I stood in front of him as he looked me up and down and ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck.

I reached a hand out nervously, waiting for him to touch it.

“Don’t leave.” I said, smiling a little and blushing. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

He looked at me before picking me up and tossing me down on the bed, making me giggle. I sat up and looked at him.

“Are you sure you want to do this Tessa” he asked me. “We can wait, I’d wait however long for you.”

He kissed my forehead and readjusted his boxers, his hand lingering on the bulge.

I stood up off of the bed, moving him to sit where I was sitting. I moved my hands down his chest, down his thighs and down until I reached my knees and looked up at him.

“Show me how?” I asked, lip moving between my teeth and my hands on his knees. He leant down and kissed me, and my hands started to move up and down his thighs. He let go and looked down at me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked. Ashton doesn’t look nervous very often, but his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was rapid. I nodded my head and moved my hands up to the waistband of his boxers. I looked up at him and he pushed his hips off of the bed, helping me take off the thin material.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous as this time. It slapped against his stomach, and I could see all of him. I kept my hands on his thighs and looked at it: long and thick and there was no way in hell once we got to that stage that it would fit in me.

“How do I start?” I asked him quietly. Grabbing my hand he slowly placed it over him, my small fingers touching him and trying to wrap around him.

“Lord” He said, head tilted back and swearing. The skin was softer than I had expected and it was warm underneath my touch. Looking at it I moved my hand down and back up again, making him look at me.

“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this for” he told me, nodding when I asked if I could move again. I moved slowly, I didn’t want to hurt him.

“You can hold it a little tighter” he said.
My cheeks blushed even more and nodded at his suggestion, squeezing softly to adjust my grip and moving my hand up and down. I let go of it and looked at the top of it, softly moving my fingers over it.

“Tessa fuck” he said.

“Is this okay?” I asked, moving my hand back down and repeating the motion of before, squeezing harder at the top of him.

“Yes baby, yes fuck” he said. I don’t think I’ve seen anything as mesmerising as his head lolling back, cheeks bright pink and his hand moving through his hair to look back down at me. I moved closer between his legs and put my head forward, only to find his hands holding my chin to stop me

“You don’t have to do that baby” he told me. I looked up at him and back down to my hand before moving my lips to the top of him, kissing the tip and underneath of it. His hips snapped forward and he groaned.

“Holy shit”

I smiled and giggled

“Feel okay?” I asked him

He looked down at me and nodded, making me blush and decide to try it again. I put my lips over the top of him and sucked before lowering my mouth as far as I could. He had gone completely silent besides heavy breathing. I came back up and down, and started to use my tongue along and licking the top of it and moving my tongue in circles. He had moved his hand to the back of my head, holding my hair in his fist and stroking my shoulder softly with his other hand. Continuing up and down I looked up at him, giggling when I saw him stare down at me.

“Keep looking at me, fuck” he swore. I looked into his eyes and continued wrapping my lips around him, sucking and slowly moving my hand to touch what my mouth couldn’t reach.

“Baby, baby you’ll have to stop sucking if you don’t want me to finish in your mouth”. The words made me blush but I kept going, looking up at him.

“I’m going to cum” he said, his head thrown back. I felt him twitch in my mouth and I could hear him moaning and swearing as I tasted warm liquid fill my mouth. It didn’t taste too bad, not amazing but not bad. I kept sucking and moving my hand up and down before he gently moved my head off, leaving me to swallow what he had done. I wiped my mouth and looked up at him, smiling tentatively and watching him. He pulled me up from the floor and on to his chest until we were both laying down, naked and me on top of him. I touched my hand over his neck and chest.

“Was that, uhh, okay?” I asked him. I knew he had cum, but I didn’t know how I did. I was nervous again, waiting for his response.

“The first time I met you, all I could think about was your lips around my cock. I can now safely and confidently say that the reality is far better than my fantasies.” I buried my face in his chest at his honesty and shook my head.

“I’m serious,” he said, kissing the top of my head and holding me tight. “The way you look up at me, and when you giggled, fucking hell”.

We ended up falling asleep and waking up the next morning, and showering together ? I have to say, it’s a lot more fun when I can wash all of him in the shower now too ?

For anyone who asks, yes I loved doing it!! It makes me nervous to think about doing it again purely because of my inexperience, but he makes me feel safe and to see him like that, I’d do it anytime he asked.

New update coming soon!! Hope this was okay you guys. Again, not trying to be a sexy writer or anything, it was just requested and I wanted to give it to you :) also, Ashton said next one I write he’s adding a bit to the end about what he felt so stay tuned hahah ?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/arj9x8/giving_my_f_first_blowjob_to_my_boyfriend_m