Let me tell you a story – this is the time I received my first ever blowjob.
A bit of background first; I never had any serious girlfriends in high school and was quite sexually inexperienced. Spent plenty of time flirting, watched my fair share of porn, and copious amounts of time getting myself off (as most teenagers do) but never had any physical sexual encounters with another person – not even a proper first kiss.
After high school but before university/college, I found myself with a fair bit of extra time on my hands. During this time, I reconnected with an old elementary school crush. A lot had changed since I first met her – she’s Indian (as am I), a short (fun sized, she calls it) ball of energy, with long dark hair, perky little tits, a soft body and so much ass, you wouldn’t know what to do with it. She had this innocence about her, always joking and laughing, and willing to push boundaries, but never making the first move.
We immediately hit it off, and spend evenings talking until the early hours of the morning.
Eventually, those conversations turned to the topic of sex . Turns out, we were both quite sexually inexperienced, but she had at least kissed someone properly. I hinted at the fact that I was home alone most days, and one thing led to another – I found her spending time at my house.
Our first kiss was super clumsy. We had just finished making pasta as a midday snack, and as we were cleaning up, I snuck up behind her and grabbed her waist. She gave a playful little ‘ooh’ before turning around, and pressing her lips and body against mine. At first, I pushed hard against her lips with mine, but after a suggestion of ‘gentle’ from her, I relaxed and it came a little more naturally. We stood there, holding each other close and making out before finally separating, satisfied with reaching a new milestone.
I was so nervous about the kiss, that I didn’t really think about what came next. In my mind, the pasta was waiting and I had just been gifted a new Nintendo Wii, which I thought would be fun. She, however, had other ideas.
“Can we go to your room?”
I had no idea what to expect after this point, all bets were off. But, I was sure as shit going to find out. Only barely keeping my cool, I said “yeah, sure. lets go” and she led me down the hallway to my bedroom. As I watched her bounce into my room and do a little twirl with excitement, I eyed her outfit of choice – a little black skirt and stockings, and a tshirt under a short winter jacket.
I sat down on the bed. She decided to sit down on my lap facing me, and toppling us both onto the bed with her now straddling me.
“Oops” she said, coyly. I had the distinct impression that this was not an accident at all.
Our lesson in kissing-101 continued for some time, and as things started to heat up, I felt her pressing her hips against my crotch, the outline of my cock bulging under my jeans now distinctly visible. Eventually, she started to work her way down my body, until she was comfortably nestled between my legs, her big brown eyes curiously gazing at my bulge.
“Can I play with your cock?” she asked.
I had no idea things would go this far, but I certainly wasn’t about to stop now. However, at this point my poor teenage brain couldn’t simultaneously operate the speech part of my brain as well as the part-that-gives-you-a-raging-boner of my brain. So, I just smiled and nodded, looking down at my bulge whilst it seemed to be doing its darn hardest to escape and look up at me. Probably to say thank you, at this point.
I put my hands behind my head, putting control squarely in her dainty little hands.
She unzipped my jeans, and shimmied them down slightly to give herself some room to maneuver. My cock strained against my boxers, a mere millimeter of grey cotton separating it from what would hopefully be an experience that would be locked into my memory for eternity. She rubbed me from base to tip, pausing to feel where the head had already leaked copious amounts of precum, drenching the fabric. She casually remarked that when she got really excited, her panties got a wet-spot like that too. I let out a slight groan at that, my mind already rifling through years of fap material, settling on exactly what I thought her pussy looked like, fantasizing about seeing what a wet snatch in a pair of panties would look like.
She picked at the front waistband of my boxers, lifted them off me and then down, finally setting my desperately hard member free. Gleefully, she ran a hand down the shaft and I shivered with anticipation. Her small, dainty hands felt soft against me. I’d never experienced the feel of someone else’s hands touching me, playing with me. I realized the experience was heightened with the fact that I couldn’t anticipate where the sensation would go next.
Then she placed two fingers horizontally across the very base of my shaft. Seemed like a weird way to give a handjob, but I wasn’t one to argue at this point. She then used her other hand to put two fingers directly above her first two. Then she moved her other hand up, counting as she did so. Measuring, I realized. She concluded in a very matter of fact manner, that by the time she reached the tip, her count was perhaps just shy of eight. “Don’t worry, I’ll round up when I tell my friends this story”, she concluded reassuringly.
She spent some time wrapping her hands around my shaft, getting used to the rhythm of working an appendage. I’m uncut, so she marvelled at the sight of skin sliding up and down, suggesting that my cock has its own built-in sex toy. Her thumb naturally slid up and over the tip as she reached the top, enjoying the sight of fresh, pre cum dripping out, using it to glaze the head. Continuing to play, she tried differing speeds, tightness, watching me squirm and shudder as her experiments became more confident and purposeful. I was immersed in the sensation, watching her dainty hands, with her freshly painted fingernails and fair skin, contrasted against the dark, veiny penis in her grip; watching as I gradually coated her fingers, and made soft, wet sounds as she moved her hands. Eventually, she paused for a moment and said to me “I’ve always wanted to give a blowjob”.
…fuck.
Breaking eye contact, she leaned forward, wet her lips and carefully pressed them lips against the head. The initial feeling of her lips against me, almost made me cum immediately. I let out an involuntary moan, and struggled to hold on, wanting to enjoy the moment as long as I could. Working her way up and down the length of me, she gave me small, sticky kisses. I just watched, soaked in every detail, how her pursed lips contacted my skin, how her warm breath felt as she exhaled while she moved, how my precum left the slightest string of sticky wetness between my cock and her lips.
Then she started to use her tongue. Hesitant licks at first, and then long, slow licks from base to tip. Her hands were slick with a combination of saliva and precum. She played with the mess eagerly, letting it coat her lips, cheeks and chin, both hands exploring every inch of me, trying to deliver as many sensations as she could at once. What really impressed me was the sheer enthusiasm with which she was going at it – it was like someone told her there was a cheque for a million dollars in my cock, and she had to lick me until she got to the centre to find it.
Eventually she slid both her hands down to my balls, grasping them in a warm, sloppy mess, and slid her mouth over me. She did it with such ferocity, that her lips touched my balls, and she gave a desperate little gag, like I had forced her beyond her limits. I held on as hard as I could, appreciating the sudden wet, warmth of her mouth, the ridges of her palate, the slight roughness of her tongue against my glans. She lifted her slightly, to stop herself from gagging, but didn’t take herself off me. Staying there for a moment, with her lips around my cock, she took several deep breaths and moaned. I felt the vibrations from her humming moan reverberate through my shaft, and I instinctively thrust upwards slightly making her gag slightly again.
Breathe, moan, thrust gag. Breathe, moan, thrust gag. A delicious routine.
This motion repeated itself, and she slid across so she was straddling my leg. Then, she began to grind herself against my leg as I thrust into her mouth.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached up and put my hands on either side of that pretty, innocent face. She looked at me with those big, brown pleading eyes, as I began to thrust into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. I quickly worked out where I needed to stop so that I wouldn’t trigger her gag reflex, and just pounded away.
She kept one hand firmly on my balls, playing with the messy, sloppy saliva that dripped down my cock. Her grinding started to speed up, and I felt that sensation at the base of my cock that you feel right before you cum. I paused for the briefest of moments, and managed to stammer out the words “I’m going to cum”.
In response, she closed her eyes and buried my cock in her throat, took the hand previously on my balls and grasped the base of my cock to ready herself, stopping me from putting my cock too deep down her throat.
I didn’t hold back any longer, and thrust as fast and as deep as I could, relishing the wet sounds of cock in mouth, her whimpers turning into moans of pleasure as she dry humped my leg.
Then, finally, I felt the surge of cum rush through my cock, and watched it fill her mouth.
She gagged, as copious amount of warm cum hit the back of her throat, and she opened her mouth letting a mixture or spit and fresh cum spill all over my cock.
She coughed, sputtered and tried to smile between gasps.
Her eyes were watering from gagging, and she was covered in saliva from her lips, down her chin and neck. I just lay there, with her hands on my cock and the subsequent mess.
She got up, thought to kiss me, and then decided that she wanted to clean up first.
As she stepped out of my room, she gave me a reassuring smile and a wink to say that she enjoyed the experience. I looked down at my jeans, and there was a dark wet patch on my leg, the size of my hand.
Her pussy had drenched a pair of panties, stockings and soaked through to leave a huge patch on my jeans.
I married the girl.
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