The second time…
So after the first blow job did not end in a happy ending, there was satisfaction a few days later. My minister’s daughter’s parents were away for a week. She asked if I’d come over first thing in the morning, while she was still in bed. I suggested she give me a spare house key so I could enter quietly, go up to her bedroom and wake her up. By this time we still hadn’t fucked – she was intending to start on the pill and neither of us were keen on the idea of condoms.
Maybe about 8am the next morning I made my way over to her house… only about 100 yards away. I entered and crept upstairs quietly… into her room… she was asleep. I undressed as silently as I could, lifted the duvet, slid under and wrapped myself around her already-naked body – left arm under her head, right arm around her back, right leg hooked over her hip, all in one motion. She woke instantly and by the time I’d finished enveloping her she was already snuggling into me.
Details after that I don’t recall completely. This may have been the time I first fingered her and went down on her, but she never really liked me doing either of those, so perhaps not surprising I don’t recall details. It WAS the first time we almost fucked… her on her back, legs spread, me on top, rubbing my hard shaft along her vulva… stimulating her lips and clit… she always did get wet very quickly and easily. Our mutual self-control in resisting penetration was super-human.
Eventually, she pushed me onto my back and slid down to my thighs. She always loved my footballer’s thighs. Stroking and kissing them for a little while, ignoring my erection initially, until finally starting to use her hands and mouth on my shaft. Even my memory for sexual encounters isn’t good enough to remember the details of the next, maybe, 20 to 30 minutes… but she demonstrated and expanded on the skills she’d revealed the first time. She knew it wasn’t all about just bobbing her head up and down… there was a lot of licking, kissing, sucking… head, shaft and balls… varying the pace… using her hands… apparently instinctively knowing how good this would all feel for me. The varied approach also helped her stamina… over subsequent years she would occasionally complain, mildly, that her jaw was aching and she needed a rest… I didn’t realise it then but I’m quite girthy.
Eventually, she obviously decided it was time for me to cum and started to suck me deeply and hard, while taking me in and out of her mouth. Once I realised what she intended I almost immediately started to feel my sap rising. As my orgasm built I told her I was about to cum (this was the first time I would cum with her), absolutely expecting her to pull off and bring me to completion with her hands, but she kept going with her mouth, with even more determination.
As soon as I realised she intended me to finish in her mouth I pulled her head off me… she asked ‘What’s the matter?’ and I just said ‘It’ll taste horrible’ (the exact words, lol). She went back down on me anyway, but I pulled her up again, saying ‘No’, and she relented and stroked me with one hand until I spunked over my shoulder and all up my chest and stomach.
Once my orgasm subsided my first thought was that I was glad I hadn’t cum in her mouth… I’d tasted my own semen before and really didn’t think a young woman would actually enjoy a mouthful of it. She fetched me a towel to wipe myself off, we cuddled, then dozed…
Third part to come, completing the trilogy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o36pq7/clergymans_daughter_fellatio_2_mf