I have a number of stories I’d like to share of my past. I’m in my early-30s now, and my sex life has toned down quite a bit from what it used to be. But I relive these experiences and am turned on by sharing them. This is the first of what I hope to be many enjoyable-to-all experiences from my college years (and a little beyond).
I met Jenna at a worship service. I was debating whether to go at all as I was feeling more and more distanced from my faith, but I finally put on my shirt and tie and made the trip to the campus service. I reached the front walkway simultaneously with two very attractive young ladies. One blushed and giggled, the other made eye contact and said “Hi.” I felt instant chemistry. She was wearing a white blouse and knee-length skirt, with waist-long frizzy blonde hair pulled into a braid, and bright red lipstick. I’m usually not into red lipstick, but it looked stunning on her. It brought out her full lips, and all I could think about was what it would be like to kiss them. Her blue eyes popped on this unusually sunny day. I held the door for them and introduced myself.
“I haven’t been to service in years, but decided on a whim to bring my friend with me,” Jenna said.
“I’m really glad you did.”
“Oh?” she replied with one eyebrow cocked. She had this perpetually coy look. Like she was about to tell the punchline to her favorite joke.
I sat by Jenna and was thoroughly distracted through the service, despite my best attempts to pay attention. Her dress was modest, but her legs were in my field of view. She was wearing some very tall heels for your typical church service. I couldn’t help notice her toned calves, which led to glances at her slender waist. We stole looks at each other and I felt my cheeks were redder than normal.
We exchanged phone numbers and I promised to call her. There was one problem: I was in a long-distance relationship…
We met occasionally on campus over the next weeks and months. The chemistry was intense. We couldn’t ignore it, but we were both aware of my relationship status, and neither of us wanted to cross that line.
Yet, as most long-distance relationships do, it ended.
Not long after, I found myself at Jenna’s apartment. The entire background of this situation is difficult to capture without becoming far more wordy than I am…. but let’s say it was not uncomplicated. I wasn’t emotionally ready for a relationship. Jenna made it clear she was only physical with men she was dating. I was theoretically waiting for marriage (though not a virgin at the time, and very, very theoretically in practice).
But there we sat. Her lounging in an armchair. Me on the couch. Chatting the night away, trying to ignore the sexual tension that filled the space between us. The conversation turned flirtatious. Then sexual. We got talking about our bisexual pasts, and I casually mentioned I’d never had a good blowjob from a woman.
Gay and bi men claim that men give the best blowjobs. To my limited experience at that point, it was true. Although I’d only had one girlfriend give me blowjobs, and she was terrible. She liked to rake my head along the roof of her mouth, and it was excruciating. I really didn’t have a large enough sample size to judge women vs men.
Jenna was incredulous. “You’ve NEVER had a good blowjob from a woman???”
I told her about my ex.
That coy look spread across her face. “Suppose you met a woman who LOVED giving blowjobs. Like, sucking cock was a major turn on.”
“That’s my dream woman.”
“And suppose she was really good at it. REALLY good at it.”
“I’d have to marry her.”
Jenna’s coy look turned devilish. “Marc, I love sucking cock. And I’m really, really good at it.”
My heart rate was already through the roof. A long silence stretched between us. That devilish gaze had me locked down.
“Marc, can I give you your first real blowjob?”
My heart was in my throat. “Fuck yes!” I wanted to shout. “I thought you were only physical with men you’re dating,” is what I said.
“I’ll make an exception. Once. If you want more, you have to date me.”
“Jenna, we’ve never even kissed.”
She got up, crossed the room, and grabbed my hand. “Come with me.”
She led me into her room and closed the door. Turning back to me, our lips quickly found each other’s. Our hands were all over each other as the sparks that had been flying for months finally caught and lit. Her body was incredible. She stood around 5’2″ and I’d guess weighed 110 lbs. She was the perfect balance of fit and curvy. She ran, and climbed, and water-skied, and it resulted in a toned body without an ounce of wasted flesh. I could feel two muscular ridges down her back. Her stomach was flat. My hands grabbed her ass and it was shapely and firm. I pulled her shirt off. Undid her bra and the two most perfect C-cup breasts met my hands. Perky with large, pale areolas. I pulled back from our kiss and took her in. Absolute perfection. Those devilish blue eyes gazed up at me, a smile playing at her lips. Somehow my shirt was off and she was unbuttoning my pants. I cupped one of those perfect breasts and leaned down to it, took her nipple between my lips and ran my tongue all around it. Perfection.
She tugged my pants down and as my cock flopped out she said something I’ll never forget. “That’s a lot of cock.” I don’t think I’m that large, but god I loved hearing her say it. She looked ravenous. She pushed me down on her bed and pulled my pants all the way off. I laid out and she climbed on with me. Her head level with my crotch.
She grasped me in her right hand and slowly and gently stroked the length of my dick. She touched my balls. Cupped them. The sensation was new and I loved it. She looked up at me and drank in my expression. The moment stretched on and I loved the anticipation. With my cock in her hand, she lowered her head and licked the very base of my shaft. Her tongue slowly meandered its way around my cock, working ever higher. She reached my head and the flicks of her tongue made me twitch. She gave that sensitive area under the head a few tender kisses, then looked up at me with that devilish smile. I watched as the head of my cock disappeared into her mouth, wrapped in those 2 full, pink lips.
From there things become a blur of pleasure. The warmth and wetness of her mouth was simultaneously soft and feminine, yet hungry and lustful. Her tongue swirled around my head. Her hand gripped my base. She sucked and licked at my shaft. As her head began to bob I felt her lips dropping lower and lower on my cock. I felt it hit the back of her throat. I felt it slip passed and I looked at her as she took me entirely into her throat, her lips reaching the base of my cock.
As I arched my back and hyperventilated in pleasure, she worked me over. Faster, more ravenous. Until I was about to cum, and she instinctively backed off. Stroking me and looking at me with those hungry eyes. Then diving back onto my dick, deepthroating me, stroking me, sucking my head, licking my balls. She was an expert. She edged me for at least 30 minutes. My arms got tingly as my breath ran ragged. She took her perfect tits and wrapped my cock up in them. Stroked me with them. And she loved every second of it.
She was deepthroating me again, bobbing up and down on my shaft, and I felt a change. No backing away from the edge this time. She was going for it all. “I’m gonna cum, babe,” I managed to gasp. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and sucked me from the middle up. Bobbing up and down. Stroking her hand along my sloppy base. I could feel her hungry mouth pulling the orgasm out of me. Tight, wet, hot friction. Her tongue doing who knows what until finally I gasped, moaned, and shot rope after rope into her mouth. It felt like it lasted minutes.
Finally, she slowed and paused. Swallowed. Then went deep one last time and slurped our juices off my cock. She held me in her hand and looked up into my eyes. “Holy fuck,” I said. She burst into giggles. Clearly, obviously pleased with herself.
She continued to hold my still-hard cock in her hand, looking up at me. That devilish smile was still there. “Marc, can I cum on your cock?” She was breathless. So turned on. “I know I said we’d draw a line here…. but can I please cum on your cock?”
My stupid brain hesitated and that dumb-fuck idea of waiting for marriage.
“Please do.”
She stood up, shimmied out of her pants, and stood before me stark naked.
“I have really large labia. You don’t usually see them in porn… I’m a little self conscious of it…” I couldn’t believe she was feeling shy after what she’d just done. But she was right. I’d never seen labia like hers. They were big and full. More full than the lips on her mouth. They dangled away from her pussy. They were beautiful.
“I love them.”
She giggled again. Then climbed back onto the bed and straddled me. My cock was softening but still hard enough. She grabbed and guided me to those rich labia, and I watched in delight as they devoured my cock. She was tight. She shuddered and I enjoyed watching her toned body react as she lowered herself all the way down.
“That’s a lot of cock,” she gasped.
She was dripping wet and turned on beyond belief. It only took a few minutes of her grinding into me before the orgasm took her. She collapsed onto my chest and we kissed for who knows how long, my cock still buried inside her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dp53jx/the_best_blowjob_i_ever_received_fm
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