It started when I was pretty young. I would go to parties and drink a little and let boys feel me up. That was fun, but it was even more fun to feel them up. Most of them had never been touched like that before. I admit that I got a couple of boys off through their pants then by rubbing them or grinding on them. It felt incredible to have that kind of power and to do something so taboo. My parents were really religious, so even over the clothes touching or kissing was way over the line.
But I got more daring. I remember the first one. I’m kind of ashamed of it. This boy had me up against the wall and he was kissing me. I was rubbing him through his pants and I decided I really wanted to touch it, so I pulled it out. It was in my hand, the thing I had been fantasizing about for so long. My hand was like a vice I was gripping it so hard. He didn’t complain, and he didn’t complain when I started jerking him off, either. Kissing that boy while I stroked him was… my favourite sexual experience. I chased it forever. Even though I made him cum on my hands and he made this disgusted face when I licked it off. I thought boys liked that.
This became a routine for me. Whenever I would hook up with a boy I would never go past kissing and stroking him off. On lucky nights when we had a room to ourselves I would use both hands. Sometimes he could convince me to take my top off, or let him cum on my face or my tits. I got a reputation obviously. All the boys in my high school during my senior year knew about it and lots of the girls hated me. I’m ashamed to say that some of the guys I hooked up with were in relationships. I did it in cars, at parties, in showers, bedrooms, outside. I would insist that all I wanted to do was jerk them off. Sometimes they wouldn’t believe me and we would end up having sex or I would blow them. That was fun, but not as fun as handjobs.
Almost the whole time when I was 19 I was dating this boy. We had a totally normal sex life. Happy and healthy. But still, when I would go to parties, I would end up in some dark corner jerking a boy off. No kissing then. That would be cheating. And I couldn’t lick up the cum if any got on my hand because that was cheating too. But I could stroke them to completion and I acted like that was okay. But when my boyfriend found out he didn’t see it that way. I had given a handjob to one of his best friends at a birthday party. He was furious, and he broke up with me. I’m ashamed of that, too.
In my first year of university I got to make good on my ultimate fantasy. There were these two boys that lived down the hall from me. One time when we were all drunk I went back to their room to smoke some weed. One of them convinced me to take my top off. They were sitting on either side of me, and I just… pulled them out. I would alternate kissing each one of them and breathing heavily. It was incredible. No one had ever turned me on like that. When I finished them off on my hands I wanted to take a picture. Every time I got drunk I would end up texting them and asking them if I could come visit. They were some of the only people I jerked off more than once. When they were really drunk they would let me do them both together again. A few times they came on my face and my chest. Sometimes they convinced me to blow them. I admit that I let them fuck me when they were sober. Once they even DP’d me. I wasn’t crazy about it but they were like a drug. I would do anything to get to jerk them off again.
Some weeks I swear off ever touching a dick again in disgust with myself. Other times I meet up with multiple guys in a week. It’s something that only I can do right. Other girls hate giving handjobs and boys hate getting them. But I’m the best at it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gymsyo/mf_ive_given_almost_nothing_but_handjobs_in_my
How many guys would you estimate you’ve jerked off?
I am going to fedex you a carton of my jizz. That won’t be cheating.