This is probably not a sexy store per se, but I have dinner with this ex every so often to catch up and she still loves to make fun of me for the look on my face.
Shortly after turning 30, I accidentally started dating a 20-year old – no, really, I met her at a bar, figured her for mid-20s and didn’t realize she was still in college until I walked her home to a block of depressing student apartments. I didn’t find out she wasn’t 21 until our first date, but we got along really well, nerdy about the same things, I tried to put the age gap out of my mind.
Side trip re: nerdy – foreplay often consisted reading out loud while the listener gave the reader oral, stopping if the reader faltered. It’s about as hard as you expect to read Anna Karina out loud while a woman deepthroats you.
So, to the first part of the tale – talking about our pasts, she was surprised that I’ve never gotten a handjob or cum on someone. Everyone I’d been with even in high school was down for a blowjob or sex and I always finished in them one way or another (mouth, condom, bare, whatever).
A couple of weeks later, before going out to dinner we had sex and almost immediately, her legs still around my waist, we started talking about (god help us) the Russian Revolution. I had been both an art and history major at different points in college, she was taking a survey in Russian art and literature and we were talking about Constructivism and propaganda.
While we’re talking, she started absentmindedly started stroking me and I gasped when she ran her nails along the underside of my shaft. She got this devilish grin on her face, starting to jerk me off with intent, I’m hard and very sensitive all of the sudden – but she made me keep talking about Lissitzky and Rodchenko, the Russian Civil War. She takes pity when my mind short circuits and I can’t say “Trotsky” and lets me finish, cum arcing from her bush to below her (seriously, magnificent) tits.
She scooped it up and licked it off her hands and fingers and now we (or at least, I) suddenly have a ‘thing’ as it were. If I was struggling to finish (or she needed me to hurry), “cum on me” became the trigger, I had been trained like Pavlov’s dogs.
The only rule was never on her face – there was a bad experience she’d only hint at but it was a rule set down before she gave me a blowjob, well before “cum on me” became a thing.
She left town for Thanksgiving and I didn’t see her until Saturday – as soon as she opened the door to her apartment I picked her up and headed for the bedroom. After four days of sexual frustration, I thought I’d barely make it inside her before cumming, so I delayed it as much as I could stand, worshipping her body until she told me to stop fucking around and fuck her.
Then… I couldn’t finish. We had to take a breather after my abs cramped and I rolled off the bed in pain. But oh god I wanted to cum and she wanted me to cum and while I was on top she whispered the magic words in my ear – “cum on me.”
Almost immediately I leaned up, pulled out – and came (mostly) on her face. It was pooled in her right eye, nose, across her chin and lips. I’ve gotten some distance before, but never made Her nails dug into my thigh, barely controlled rage – I’m horrified, I jump off the bed apologizing, run to get a wet washcloth… and when I make it back she’s laughing.
“I guess this is my fault, huh?” Relieved she wasn’t about to punch me in the balls, I laughed too. “Now give me the washcloth.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rf26wj/first_handjob_and_an_accidental_facial_mf