This happened a few years ago, so I’m going off of memory & his current technique.
My boyfriend and I have been together four years. We got together when I was 19, but when I was 20, we hit a rough spot. Our relationship didn’t have a solid foundation in the beginning, so it was kind of inevitable that something would happen. We broke up, and after about 8 months apart and having experienced different people, we got back together.
I’d moved to a city two hours away for a job and lived alone in my apartment. When I messaged him, he was in New Mexico (we’re from somewhere between there and Arkansas). I was drunk on wine, in distress with my boyfriend at the time, and honestly just missed him… and, if I’m honest, his big cock that he knows how to use.
He was on his last day in NM and suggested stopping on his way back to see me, but we were both in relationships that, admittedly, weren’t going anywhere and I said no. I told him I needed to break up with my boyfriend and he needed to with his girlfriend if we were going to start back up right. Within a few days, those had both happened and we were free to be together.
I remember the night he finally came to see me. He was going to spend the weekend before going back home for work. I was so anxious, like I didn’t used to know every inch of him a year before. He got lost in my complex and I remember peeking my head out to direct him to my apartment. He rounded the corner and I remembered all the love I’d had for him before but hadn’t fully expressed to him.
He’s a tall guy (6’4”) and I’m 5’2”, and that size difference has always been & continues to be a turn on for me. I remember it was awkward at first, but things changed quickly. He helped me with laundry and we talked while doing so. Me, being the gal I am, came into the living room with his pillow under my shirt and ran up to him like a sumo wrestler. He laughed at me and bent down to kiss me. The kiss turned hard and passionate and before I knew it, he’d picked me up and was taking me to the bedroom.
In our first attempt at a relationship, I didn’t let him go down on me except for maybe once or twice. It felt weird to me and I just couldn’t relax and let him do it. It was impossible for me to be comfortable enough. But… I felt so relaxed with him that night, that when he started kissing down my thighs to my pussy, I let him with anticipation. He pulled my shorts and panties off and kept kissing my thighs, kissing down to my pussy and then kissing back up. It felt like absolute torture and he knew it. I’d never been so wet in my entire life.
When his tongue finally brushed over my clit, my hips jerked up uncontrollably. I tried to get used to the feeling, but it was tough. I was so sensitive and every lick made me shake.
We’d known each other for two years at this point, but this felt like the first time as he explored me, both of us learning what I liked. He gently flicked his tongue against me, forcing small jerks from my hips each time.
After a minute or two, I became used to the feeling and he switched it up. He alternated between flicking his tongue and gently sucking on my clit. I moved my fingers through his hair, pulling his face into me even more.
I started to grind my pussy against his face, getting just the right rhythm against my clit. He flattened his tongue against me, enabling me to control how hard and fast I wanted it. I remember that my moans were getting louder and louder, and I wondered if my neighbors could hear. Did I even care if they did? Not really.
I arched my back as he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue again, feeling the beginning of my orgasm building. I’d only ever been able to cum with a vibrator before, and this felt different than that. More intense and stronger.
He sucked my clit with his lips and that was all it took to take me over the edge. I don’t think I even had time to tell him I was cumming before I was gripping his head and moaning so loudly that it echoed in the room.
It felt like an eternity before I came down from it, breathing heavily and staring at him with wide eyes. “Wow.” I remember saying.
I remember the accomplished grin on his face as he came up, “Good?”
“Amazing,” I replied, feeling like I’d just had the energy sapped from my body.
Now, he goes down on me so often that I’ll catch myself craving it sometimes. He’s changed up his technique since the first time. Usually fingering me or using a toy to fuck me while his tongue works my clit. My ass is his favorite part of me, so I always get at least one finger probing and stretching me there too.
I love how much he loves doing it, not quite as much as I love him though.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lgkhdz/the_first_time_my_23f_boyfriend_26m_made_me_cum