The time a blow job nearly cost me my life (i.e. Road Head) [FM]

Writing my last post brought to mind one of the other memorable encounters I had with that fuck buddy and I knew I had to share it.

He picked me up one night after work, and we were just driving around with no real plans. Both of us knew the night would end with us fucking, but the how and where had yet to be determined.

I was pretty horny so as he was driving I started to kiss him and nibble his ear. He reached over with his right hand under my skirt to push aside my underwear and lightly play with my clit. I took a break to enjoy but then it was back to the business of pleasuring my man.

Soon I made my way down to his already bulging zipper and unzipped him. His monster cock sprung out, rapidly getting harder.

Side note- I love going down on a guy before they are completely hard; it’s intoxicating physically feeling the effect I have on them.

I gently licked the tip of his penis, flicking my tongue underneath the head. I repeated that a few times, then flattened my tongue and lapped at the length of his cock. I kept up the combination of stroking his shaft/licking, and soon he was fully hard, all 9 inches jutting up between his stomach and the steering wheel. It was a pretty amazing sight.

At this point I was fully engaged in the moment and didn’t realize we’d began crossing a large bridge that passes over a lake. Still bent over his lap, I stretched my mouth over the head of his cock and sucked. I felt the car swerve slightly and he swore.

Feeling proud of myself, I giggled softly and started bobbing my head up and down slowly over just the tip, pausing to swirl my tongue here and there.

I heard a horn honk, and, pulling my mouth off the delicious cock in front of me, raised my head and looked around, realizing we were on a bridge. I looked at his face and his eyes were slightly glazed and I felt this rush of wonder, that I was the reason he had that look.

I took a break to lavish his face and neck with nibbles and kisses, and, being young and invincible, decided to trust he could stay on the road and not drive us off the bridge.

Wanting to continue blowing his mind, I brought my attention back to his twitching cock. I wrapped my lips around the head again, continuing as far as I could while pushing my tongue against the underside of his shaft. Unfortunately I was only able to get maybe half before I felt it at the back of my throat. I kept it there, lightly tapping it against the back of my throat (and hoping we wouldn’t go over any big bumps), trying not to activate my gag reflex.

I was still stroking the bottom of his shaft with my left hand, and had started gently fondling his balls with my right. He was going crazy at this point, moaning my name and accusing me of trying to make him fall in love with me ( he had a romantic streak, misguided but I appreciated the thought in the moment). The car was still slightly swerving here and there.

After keeping this up for a few minutes, he gently grabbed my hair pulled my head up, warning me that he was about to come and wanted to hold off. He went back to fingering me. I took my underwear off and laid back to enjoy a little attention.

At this point we were wandering through town (finally off the bridge). He was driving almost frantically, trying to find somewhere to pull over. Finally we came to this high school football field and he stopped the car on the side of the road. I thought we would just fuck in his car, but he surprised me by coming around to my door and pulling me out. His hand on my ass, we walked over behind the equipment shed. The field was deserted at that point and it was dark outside.

We laid on the ground and he lifted up my skirt. I was so wet that I didn’t feel any resistance as he rammed into me. He began thrusting his hips, the weight of his body pushing me into the wet grass. He was only able to thrust a few times before he came. Afterwards he drove me back to my car and I drove home with his cum dripping down my leg.

Even though I didn’t actually have an orgasm that night (he came way too fast), it remains one of the most memorable sexual experiences I’ve ever had. I’m not sure he actually would’ve driven off a bridge that night, but I jokingly refer to it as the night I almost died because of road head.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iahsct/the_time_a_blow_job_nearly_cost_me_my_life_ie