My first blowjob (or: I swallowed sperm at grandma’s) [FM]

I have known since my early sexual awakening that I love sucking cock, but my fantasy came true relatively late for someone so committed to the idea. I had no interest in the boys in my high school, so it was only in the summer before college that I swallowed my first load.

I still remember the first ever taste of precum in my mouth. The feel of a rope of cum hitting the inside of my cheek.

I was 18, he was 22, and family friends had introduced us. Now it dawns on me that they did so because we were nerdy social rejects in the same age group. I really doubt the older adults foresaw the amount of head that would be involved.

At that age, this older-but-socially-permissible peer impressed me. He knew the literary theorists discussing my favorite poets, he introduced me to films in art houses, he entertained me on Facebook chat every evening. I was his first girlfriend, too.

Most importantly, though, he knew two things: that I was not ready to let him break my hymen, and that I was a cumslut. He wanted to pop my cherry bad, but he was content with my other orifices when we had rare unsupervised time together.

The first blowjob happened in his bedroom. I would love to say there was a long build up, but that’s not what happened in practice. His family was quite conservative, and we were expected to hang out in the living room. His bedroom door was to remain open during my visits.

On my previous visits, we had managed to sneak in a few acts of sexual rebellion. He had unclasped my bra and fondled my tits for a minute, leaving me to sit with his dad with my bra undone and my nipples hard under my tank top. He had run his hands between my legs, getting my juices on his fingers just before we were called to lunch. We had made out while he pressed his hard dick against my underwear before having to hide his bulge between his legs. We learned to be fast and discreet, as well as ready to seize the few windows of opportunity when they came.

On that fateful day, his parents weren’t around, but grandma was. I don’t think grandma liked me. Maybe she could feel that, despite the good girl façade, I was the sin from which she needed to deliver her baby boy. I can’t say she was wrong. That afternoon, she sat with us in the living room while we watched television, never looking away, never giving us a minute.

But even prison guards get distracted, and grandma got too caught up in phone conversation. The wireless phone died and she had to go to the one in her bedroom. He only had to look at me once before we sprinted silently for his room. We left his door open.

We had discussed my oral interest, and so that day he unzipped his pants, motioning me to kneel down on the floor. I pulled my T-shirt over my tits. His hard cock escaped his underwear, gently falling on across my face. I stayed still, inhaling the scent, feeling the warmth against my skin.

Thankfully, he was not as shocked as I was, for we would have spent the entire time in contemplation. He grabbed his dick and pushed it against my lips. I looked up at him, opening my mouth to a cock for the first time, over the moon that it was happening for real.

All the porn I had watched to that point was useless. I had no idea of what to do. I licked, I touched, I tasted. I worshipped with ignorance but also with eagerness. He rewarded me with precum, oh I ate so much precum, and he gave me quiet grunts in encouragement.

His hands remained on my head, giving me quiet encouragement as I took his cock in my mouth. He was fairly big and his deeper pushes gave me a tiny taste of what would become my main fetish years later. He only did it once: push and hold my head down, reaching the back of my head with his. I looked at his pubes for the couple of seconds it lasted, feeling the stretch in my throat.

It was his first blowjob, too, so it did not take much skill from my part to make him come. “I’m coming,” he whispered, and I remained in place in anticipation. His first rope hit the inside of my cheek. More ropes hit the roof of my mouth, my tongue, the back near my throat.

When he pulled out of my mouth, I was unsure of what to do. I looked up at him, still in kneeling position myself, with an open mouth coated in his fresh, hot sperm. I could feel the salt tingling, the tart and bitter taste lingering. He looked at me longingly, but there was no time for an extended conclusion: we heard grandma’s footsteps.

He sprinted back to the living room while I went to the bathroom, my tits still out, my face still flushed.

I ran the water faucet to clean up my face, but first I took a good look at myself on the mirror. In my reflection I saw my fantasy realized: I was a cumslut who swallowed. A little whore carrying her first load of sperm in her stomach.

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