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Beth's First Blow Job
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Beth's First Blow Job This story is from another reader who wanted to share her story. Let's give up for Beth! YAAAAAAY! Very good story for a first time try! Hello Jimmy, You asked for a story about my first time giving head. Well here it is. Please forgive the spelling and grammar mistakes. I was eighteen years and three months, a senior in high school. It was a week or two before graduation and it was a guy in my class. We lived in a pretty rural community at the time. He and I drove way into the woods in his little car. We took a turn onto a dirt road that clearly hadn't had a vehicle driving on it in ages. He turned off the engine and we necked for a quite some time, rubbing each other's important parts, but with our clothes on. He and I had been joking around about sex for most of the school year, but going no further than just some mildly serious kissing and caressing. Being thin with unusually large breasts, many of the boys in school were regularly asking me out – all the while staring at my chest. It was always so obvious that they only wanted to feel my boobs and, except for the possibility of "getting some," they weren't interested in me whatsoever. This guy was different though. He was funny, not really good or bad looking, but he had very kind eyes and a slightly offbeat, but warm smile. Though I'd never had sex, my hormones were in overdrive senior year. Sometimes just kissing him would almost make me cum. Before then if someone had told me that that was possible, I would never have believed it. After months of sexual innuendoes and kidding around, especially about various types of insertions, handjobs, titfucking, and blowjobs, we were finally alone, in this beautiful, deserted, woodsy area just as the sun was setting. I was still a virgin and I think he was too. I'd never even seen a guy's cock live, up close. This was way back before the days of VCRs (Yes, we're talking ancient history: 1973.) so most readily available porn was limited to softcore, like Playboy. I did have some girlfriends who said they'd seen some of their father's 8-mm black and white silent films, but I'd never seen one. Excited, extremely curious and wanting to see what it looked like, I tried to open his jeans to pull it out. It was impossible in the cramped front seat of his car though, so he kindly (What a gentleman!) and eagerly slid his seat back, lifted his hips up off the seat, opened his belt, and shoved his pants and underpants down. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Though I had no way of judging relative to other guys, it was big, hard, and had a huge head that was leaking something. I had heard enough to know that it wasn't anything bad, so I just leaned over and licked it. It was thin, watery and just a little slimy, and salty -- and I enjoyed its taste. The next thing I knew I was slurping up and down his wonderful cock, enjoying the feel of it in my mouth and the sounds of his moans. He was thrusting a little. I instinctively knew that it wouldn't be good to have my teeth scratch his skin, so it just seemed natural to keep my lips securely over my teeth and to keep the lips and his cock well lubricated with saliva. I had no idea how it was going to shoot out, but I just knew I wanted to see it and to taste it. Though I was always getting asked out because of my boobs, I had actually gone on a few dates and I had felt a few cocks, but never actually looked at one closely. Yet, here I was kneeling on this guy's front seat with my head in his crotch, sucking for all I was worth on his beautiful cock. I even enjoyed taking his balls into my mouth and sucking both at the same time.  From the sounds he was making I knew he was about to have an orgasm. I was frightened, but very excited, and conflicted about wanting to watch it shoot and wanting to taste it. Suddenly, he solved my dilemma by jerking a little too much and as his first shot spewed out he slipped from my mouth. It shot almost a foot in the air, straight up, and landed right down on my hand holding his cock. At that moment I came. Hard. He wasn't even touching me (well, he did have one hand on my shoulder), but I had the largest orgasm I'd ever had since I began masturbating a few years earlier. (Look, ma, no hands!) It amazed me: there was so much happening. He was shooting, moaning, thrusting. I thought I was going to pass out from my large orgasm that occurred just by watching his cock shoot cum. I leaned back down to regain his cock and he shot a second gob up into my wide-open mouth. When I finally surrounded his cock, he'd spewed another couple of shots into my mouth. Immobilized by my own body's reaction, there was absolutely nothing I could do. My orgasm was still controlling every muscle in my body, I was tingling and very wet between my legs, and my nipples were very erect. Because I was leaning over, the top halves of my boobs were rubbing his thighs while the bottom halves were rubbing my knees. As I slowly rocked back and forth, my hard nipples were getting caressed by both of our legs, enhancing my orgasm. Eventually, realizing that he'd stopped shooting, I just kept my mouth on his slightly softening cock. I also kept the mouthful of semen he'd deposited there tightly secure between my lips. Eventually, he got soft and I carefully slid my lips off his cock, holding his liquid gift in my mouth. My orgasm was just about through, and I slowly straightened up. I opened my mouth a little. When the air touched the semen and I could really smell the aroma of cum, I had another, smaller orgasm. What a blast! I loved it. I swallowed, and immediately wanted more. Remembering that there was more on my hand, I brought it up to my mouth and licked every inch of it in the moonlit front seat. After finishing all I could find on my fingers, I leaned back over and licked all around his crotch, his pubic hair tickling my nose, attempting to find every last drop of that wonderful stuff. And with each dollop that my tongue located, a little orgasmic spark flowed through my 18-year old body. After lovingly licking up all the cum I could find, I leaned back and we looked at each other, amazed. In the dim light, he looked at me, betraying a host of emotions: affection, gratitude, lust, and friendship, amid others. I could only sit there and feel the warmth of my largest and most emotional orgasm ever. Of course, I was still a virgin, but for the time being I was very satisfied. Then he reached up slowly to my face with his right hand, though I wasn't exactly sure why. A second later I found out: he'd seen a glob of his cum on my cheek in the moonlight. Needing to taste more, as he pushed it closer to my mouth I turned my head to meet his finger and the additional treat it contained. As he put his fingertip into my mouth I sucked on it and tasted my last taste of semen for the evening. I just savored it for a brief second and swallowed. "Thank you," I said. "That was wonderful," he sighed. It was then that I realized a several things: First, I'd just given my first blowjob. (Yay!) Second, I'd swallowed. (Double Yay!) Third, I absolutely loved the entire experience. Fourth, I'd just had three or four of the most overwhelming orgasms of my young life. Fifth, and the thing that concerned me a tad, during the cock sucking and cum licking I hadn't even been concerned with my friend. I really didn't worry about his orgasm as something that gave him pleasure. It was his orgasm that gave me pleasure. Curious. Something I'd need to ruminate upon. For the moment though I was a content kitten. And, from the look on his face, he had no complaints either. Later, sitting in the parking lot of a soft ice cream shop, eating a couple of cones, he again praised me, "That was great. Let's do it again." Being the sweetie he was, he asked me if I was frustrated that he hadn't played with me so that I could have a "regular orgasm." At that moment I thought again about my clitoris and my pussy and the kind of orgasms I'd had playing with myself. Realizing that his orgasm and his juice gave me a bigger orgasm than I'd ever given myself, all I could think about was undoing his pants right there in the parking lot and going back down between his legs. After a few moments of silence I told him I'd like to suck him again and reached over to rub his cock through his jeans. He immediately became rock hard, but unfortunately it was getting late and I needed to be home. On the way back to my parent's house he said, "I had no idea girls could cum just by giving a blowjob." "I didn't either," I responded, still quite surprised myself. "What do you think that says about the meaning of life?" he joked. "It tells me," I said, "that Miss Hillman should get some new handouts for Health Class!" We laughed for a few moments as he pulled up to my house. Then after a brief silence, he leaned over and kissed me, hard. I melted. My panties were suddenly wet again. I may still have been a virgin, but I was not completely inexperienced. Later that week he became the first boy ever to see my way-too-large boobs, naked. But that's another story. Beth T. Hey Jimmy, Here is the rest of the story. I think you will like it. My lips were still pleasantly tingling from the feeling of Len's cock sliding in between them just a few hours before. As I fell asleep, I gently licked them and thought I'd tasted some more of the viscous liquid that had me so excited. The next day, Wednesday, just three days before graduation, Len stopped me in the hall right after homeroom, under a banner that read "Congratulations Class of 1973!" (His name was actually Lionel (named for Barrymore, the actor), but since that had so many toy train connotations, everyone except his parents called him Len.) "Can you give me a ride home after school?" "Sure. Why? What happened to your car?" "I had to lend it to my dad today. He's flying to Chicago for a meeting or something and he needed it to get to the airport. I'll be without wheels until Friday night when he comes home." After a second or two he added, "Geez, I hope I didn't leave a wet spot!" "Don't worry, I think I found every drop." "Yeah, I really wanted to talk to you about that." "Hey, me too, but I gotta get to English. I'm sorry about your car, though. I was hoping you could give me a lesson in how use a stick later," I kidded him salaciously, making a small hand movement. His eyes widened as he managed to only briefly stare at my boobs. Then as he surreptitiously reached down to adjust himself in his jeans I knew the effect my words and my body were having on his libido. Actually, his reaction caused a sudden, slight gush of juice in my pussy! I guessed what we'd studied in physics was true, Newton's action-reaction law, that is. "I'll meet you at the gate at a quarter to. OK?" "Great. Thanks. See you then." The rest of the day I could only think of one thing: putting his cock back in my mouth. Of course, after the previous night's late phone call I'd had with my best friend Lisa, new concepts emerged. They included deep throating (It seemed every week someone else was coming out saying that the movie Deep Throat either had or did not have redeeming moral value.), the texture of his cock's skin, the size of his cock, and how exactly his semen smelled. Lisa had told me she though it was smelly. I didn't think it was, at least not in a bad way. It was strong, but wonderfully masculine and exciting. I spent the rest of the day in a state of constant arousal. I was glad that we had no more gym as I was sure the other girls would see my panties were soaked through and through with pussy juice. As the day developed, the school and my panties became unbelievably damp. The weather had the intelligence to finally let it go, just before the end of the school day. (I was hoping to do the same soon too.) Though it was only half past three, it became very dark outside. The clouds broke just as Len and I were walking to my car in the student parking lot, the one furthest from the school. I normally wore clothing with a design towards hiding, as best I could, my slight frame topped with my very large bust, usually large loose jackets or sweaters over other loose fitting clothing. But in these hot, humid summer days I had to wear clothing for comfort and that day I remember wearing one of those shirt dresses popular at the time. It was white with medium sized blue polka dots. It came with a belt, but that just emphasized my bust so I never wore it. In general I was pretty comfortable in what looked like a long man's dress shirt. When the rain turned into a downpour halfway to my car we both scrambled to my Plymouth Belvedere, circa 1965, a car that required a mooring line when parking. On the plus side it did have those very wide front and back seats, in case you wanted to take a nap — or do anything else one might desire to do horizontally — in the vehicle. By the time we got into my car Len and I were completely soaked, as though we had just stepped out of a swimming pool, clothes and all. At this point the vinyl seats were a mixed blessing. Nothing soaked into the seats, but the humidity and heat made them noisy and quite uncomfortable, especially for a girl in a shirt dress whose bare legs were sticking to the plastic. The water made the thin cotton cling to my dress in such a way that you could see every curve of the faux lace in my bra under it. From way over on the other side of the car I could see Len starring closely at my chest, simultaneously adjusting his jeans. I found the fact that he could get excited just by looking at my chest very stimulating, so much so that those sensations returned to my pussy and I realized I was unconsciously tensing and then relaxing my inner thighs and butt. In fact, if I'd been a guy I think I would have been adjusting my jeans too! The water had also made Len's shirt cling to his chest and, though he'd never win a bodybuilding contest, it looked taut, firm, and muscular. I suddenly wanted to rip the shirt right off his body. As if reading my thoughts he said "I really appreciate this ride. I know it's out of the way and you must have a lot of stuff to do." And with that he slid noisily towards me. "It's OK," I responded. Then, after a pause where I attempted to calm my raging hormones, I started the engine. Just as a crack of thunder rumbled through the dark sky, the radio came on playing Stevie Wonder's "You Are the Sunshine of My Life." We laughed at its incongruous timing; it was a great natural tension breaker. Returning to my immediate goal, I said, "I was hoping that you could give me a lesson in how to use a manual transmission." "But, Beth, this is an automatic." As I began to unbuckle his belt I said, "Maybe you can show me on your stick. Here, let me get it out." "Are you sure? Right here in the parking lot?" "It's raining so hard, no one's gonna be able to see a thing," I answered, gently pulling his very hard cock out of his pants. In the light it was even more beautiful than I remembered it from the previous night. I wrapped my hand around it. It felt warm, a little damp, but firm and very sexy. After a few strokes I leaned over to see it up close. There was a bunch of clear liquid at the tip. Lisa had told me it was called pre-seminal fluid. I remembered tasting it and there was very little taste, it was just a little salty. But I also remembered how it had lubricated my lips as I moved his cock in and out of my mouth, the wonderful feeling so sensuous and exciting. I licked it up off the head of his cock and a tiny tremor made my body shiver. I wanted to suck him. In fact, I wanted to learn more about his cock, his balls, and all the exciting things they enjoyed. But I also wasn't sure the student parking lot was the best place for this lesson. Letting up the parking brake I put the car in drive and, with one hand on the wheel and one on Len's stick, drove to his house. It was such a turn on, driving along our familiar country roads with his hard cock in my hand. I loved it. "Could you play with yourself?" "No way." "For me?" He shook his head. "Come on," I pleaded, "just a little. It'll help me know what I should do to it. You know that last night was the first time I'd even seen one. Please." "Jerking it is what you're supposed to do, Beth." "Well, if you don't want another blowjob then don't." With that remark he got very serious so I followed up with something I think, at the moment at least, he wanted even more. "I'll let you take off my bra." From the anguished look on his face I could see the dawn of victory. "Well, I just hold it with my right hand and pull up and down. That's it," he said, showing me the motions in the air, not on his erect rod. "OK. We're almost at your house anyway. I was going to come in to play around a little, but if you don't want to help me learn how to do anything, forget it," I admonished him. Even from the corner of my eye I could see he was still starring at my boobs through the wet cotton dress, his cock just pointing at the ceiling. "Well, here we are, Len. Take it easy. I'll see you tomorrow." "Oh, come on. Don't be like that. My dad's gone and my mom works till five-thirty. That gives us at least an hour and a half before she gets home. Come on in. I'll give you a robe and you can put your things in the dryer." I sat still for a moment. Then I slowly unbuttoned a few of the buttons on my dress, enough to pull it apart and show him the tops of my breasts and my bra. "Will you jerk off for me? Last chance." I thought he'd pass out. Could the human eye really open that wide? "Anything. Yes. Yes. Just come on in and button up first. I'm dead if Mrs. Hoover sees you getting out of the car half dressed." "Me?" I asked him. "I don't think you're ever going to get that thing back into your jeans!" As I buttoned up he somehow managed to force it sideways (I remember thinking: it's an amazing piece of equipment.) and then get his 501s up and buttoned. Fifteen minutes later we were in his bedroom. The window air conditioner was making almost as much noise as the radio. It was cooling off, though, and I was feeling rather feisty. I asked Len to give me a robe, went into the bathroom and took off my dress and bra, leaving on just my lace panties. I went downstairs, put the dress in the dryer on low, laid the bra on top, and then returned to his bedroom. He'd pulled the shades down and I came in to the strains of Jim Croce singing "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown." Len was sitting there on his bed, not quite sure what to do with me. It was at that moment that I first understood the old joke: "My wife has ESP; she predicts the future. She can tell me if I'm going to get laid tonight!" Len was so sweet and really all I wanted to do was to suck his dick and taste his semen again. But, now that it was light I really wanted to see it shoot out of his cock. And as he'd told me many times, I knew he wanted to see my boobs. Perhaps, even more than he wanted a blowjob. "All the downtown ladies call him 'Treetop Lover,' all the men just call him 'Sir'…" sang Jim. I danced a little as I moved towards him and slowly opened the top of the terrycloth robe, parting it just a few inches but opening it all the way down to my navel. Turning him on was so exciting. I could tell I was doing something right by the way he was fidgeting on the edge of the bed. "I'll open up the robe if you'll take it out and play with it for me." "Come on, Beth, it's so embarrassing." "You told me you've been doing it for years, didn't you?" "Yeah, well, that's when I'm by myself." "OK," I said with a bit of finality. "I think I'll just get my dress - and my bra – and go home." All this time I was swaying my hips to Leroy Brown. I think I had Len on the word "dress." But it was the "and my bra," spoken very slowly, while caressing my nipples through the robe, that did it. He stood up quickly, opened his pants, and shoved them to the floor. His cock stood almost straight out. It was all I could do to keep from kissing it right then. Len took off his shirt. He was now naked and he looked delicious. I really wanted to lick him all over, but especially the eight or nine inches pointing directly at me. Leisurely I opened the robe for him to see my breasts. But, simultaneously I turned around slowly so he only saw me from the rear as I let the robe fall off my body. I stood there, gently swaying to the music, in just my panties, my very damp panties, mind you, with my back to my friend, my new lover, and his wonderful cock a few feet behind me. Taking a deep breath I touched myself with both hands between my legs, just lightly, but enough to cause a sudden sweet orgasm. This young woman was very hot, air conditioning or no. I just stood there while I came, a sequence of soft sighs and moans emanating from my mouth. After it ended, I very slowly caressed myself, moving my hands along my torso from my pussy, up my body and turned around to face Len. From the look on his face I thought he would have an orgasm at that moment, though he hadn't even touched himself. By the time my slow moving hands had reached my breasts he'd taken his right hand and begun to stroke his cock, much faster than I'd expected. But I was doing this at my own speed and continued to move my hands up my breasts to my shoulders and eventually over my head. My nipples were like little marbles; they were so erect, just like Len's beautiful cock. So there we were. Len was stroking himself like a madman. I was coming off an incredible orgasm and slightly shimmying for my playmate's pleasure. I was surprised to see his left hand had moved to his balls and he was lightly caressing them. This was good knowledge for me: Not all wisdom is acquired in the classroom, I thought. He was jerking so fast now I knew it wouldn't be long until he shot. And I didn't want to miss any of it, visually or orally. Kneeling down in front of him and watching his hand going a mile a minute over his very red-headed cock, with pre-seminal fluid flying about off the tip, I tried to figure out how to get the thing into my mouth. I didn't want him coming all over my face, I wanted to see it come into my mouth. He wasn't making it easy for me to determine the correct approach. "Len, please let me suck on it." "You wanted to watch me jerk off. Now I just can't stop," he replied. I've created a fine mess I thought to myself, suppressing a chuckle. I finally got what I want and now it's not exactly what I want! "Beth, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come." Now I knew at the very least I was going to see it shoot. I might not get to taste any of it, but at least I'll see it spurt, I thought to myself. And it was then that it happened. He suddenly slowed his movements and the first spurt shot right out at me. It landed on my left cheek and my chin. I couldn't believe how long it was. It seemed to shoot like a water hose. It seemed like that one shot was five seconds long, nonstop. Eyes wide, I could only watch as the next shot hit me in the forehead above my right eyebrow. It was so exciting to watch his cock shoot, I was in heaven. My pussy was tingling and crying out for attention, but I just couldn't do anything other than kneel there starring at the cock shooting at my face. I opened my mouth wide, stuck out my tongue and hoped that the next shot would land there. Len — or his cock — must have read my mind because the next shot went in swish, just like a basketball that doesn't touch the rim. An entire spurt of semen shot the foot or so from his cock's head to my eagerly waiting mouth and tongue, just like a long shot from a water pistol. The sudden stimulation of my palette by this luxurious substance pushed me over the edge. My body tensed, my shoulders and breasts raised up in that tension and my clit sent sparks throughout my entire being. It was sexy, erotic, animalistic — and entirely new. I'd never come like this when I'd played with myself before, ever. The next three or four shots mainly got in my mouth or splashed on my semen drenched tongue. I was having a hard time keeping it from spilling out and keeping my mouth open for more. In fact, I didn't even notice that at least a little dripped out, down, and off my chin. It was at that moment I realized that he'd pretty much stopped the jerking motion with his hands, the cock held in his hand was just shooting sperm at my semen slicked face. Since I was mid-orgasm myself I could think of nothing to do but lean forward and pop that dick into my mouth. What a reaction, from both of us! I was able now to maintain all the semen in my mouth and still swirl my tongue around his beautiful cock. And for Len, it seemed like his shots got bigger and harder than the last one or two. Maybe my tongue was doing the trick. I had a lot to learn, I realized. Len continued to pump semen into my mouth and I knew I needed to swallow. It was odd at first trying to figure out the best way to swallow with a cock in your mouth, especially if you knew you weren't supposed to scrape your teeth along the cock. I did figure it out though and as he kept coming I kept swallowing, all the while my body in a seemingly endless state of orgasm. Wow! I thought to myself, I love this! Eventually he stopped shooting and his cock started to shrink, just like the night before. I was very reluctant to let go of my new friend and continued to twirl my tongue around it. Suddenly Len lighted touched my shoulder and said, "Whoa. Stop a second." I looked at him, my heavy lidded eyes questioning what he meant. "I mean, don't stop. Just go easy," he hesitantly urged. "My cock is always very sensitive after I come. I love you licking it, though, just be gentle. OK?" "Mm-hmm," was my response as I continued to make love to his now reasonably sized penis. I, too, was coming down from my elongated orgasm. I felt exhilarated, sexy, attractive, and orgasmic. Life was wonderful. The world was beautiful. Paul McCartney was singing "My love does it good to me," echoing my current thoughts about Len. After another minute or so I swallowed all of the semen that remained in my mouth and finally released his wonderful prick. He sat down on the edge of the bed again and I leaned to one side, taking the pressure off my knees on the floor. I smiled up at him and he grunted a satisfied "Wow." Looking back at his cock I noticed some more white stuff leaking out of it. I asked him if that was just semen or something else. "No, it's still cum. Some just stays in the plumbing afterwards and then it leaks out." I leaned over and sucked all I could off the tip and out of his cock. "Cum," I thought. I'd never heard that word before, but I loved it, both the word and the substance. "You know, in this low light the cum on your face looks shiny, like diamonds." I'd completely forgotten about the first few shots that were encircling my face. I got up, still dressed only in my panties, and looked in the mirror, hardly noticing any longer that Len's eyes were glued to my boobs. There it was, globs of the stuff on my left cheek, my chin, my forehead and my right eyebrow. I agreed with Len that the light hitting the bigger globs almost made them look like diamond-encrusted brooches. Using the mirror to locate all of it, I slowly slid up the big globs onto a finger or two and transferred them to my mouth where I greedily sucked it up. When I had gotten all the cum (I did like that new bit of vocabulary) off my face and into my mouth I savored the taste, the texture, the oiliness of it, and most of all its manliness. I'd realized some new things. First, I could have much bigger orgasms than I'd ever thought possible. Second, semen, or rather "cum," seemed to make that possible and that I loved the taste of it. All those things some of my girlfriends had said were totally wrong on that score. Third, I just loved the feel of Len's cock in my mouth. It was so hard and exciting. Watching him jerk off was great; I had had an orgasm just watching it. Fourth, in the last twenty-four hours I'd had the best orgasms of my young life — and I was still a virgin! This last thought made me think about the whole giving myself to a guy thing. It was all so confusing. However, I decided that sucking Len's cock was so sophisticated and mature I was very satisfied with that for now. After I'd cleaning the liquid diamonds off my face, I sat next to Len on the edge of his bed and gave him a hug. It felt so good the have my naked breasts touch his body, my nipples rubbing against his muscled chest. Yeow! What a great feeling, being naked with a boy. By now it was getting late, though I did want to practice sucking Len's cock some more. "My mom'll probably be coming home any minute. Maybe you should go," he said sadly. "But I really don't want you to leave." "I don't want to either, but I should at least get dressed." He got up and caressed my breasts. They're so big, you couldn't get a hand around each of them. He had to use two hands on one just to contain most of it. Nevertheless, it felt terrific, his hands caressing whatever part of my anatomy they found. Closing my eyes and experiencing these feelings, I shivered and said, "If you keep that up, I'm never going to get dressed, you know." "I know, but your boobs are just amazing. You've never been naked with anyone else?" "You know you're the first. I told you that." "Well, you sure seem to know exactly what to do to my cock," he said, his revitalized cock pointing directly at me. As I opened my eyes I almost swooned just looking at the beautiful piece of flesh not even an inch in front of my mouth. I quickly licked my lips and shoved it in my mouth. Len moaned and so did I. What was it about my mouth that could just make me come? All that stuff about Deep Throat and a woman having her clit in her throat couldn't be true, could it? Maybe I had a second one in my mouth. I pondered that while moving my head back and forth a few times. Len started to moan louder. Suddenly I forgot about the dress in the dryer, my near naked state, my bra on the dryer or the crusted cum on my forehead. I was getting some more of this delicious stuff right now. The way he was grunting I figured Len was feeling like the other part of this equation. I was the cocksucker; he was the cock. Action, reaction. The amazing thing about the equation was that one plus one equaled three. It was a surprise to both of us, but a joy, nonetheless. I was the cocksucker and he was the cock, but when he came we both had orgasms. How cool was that? Anyway, from his sounds I felt he was close to coming and I wasn't going to miss a drop. I kept up the movement in and out of my mouth. I considered experimenting with taking him deeper, but I wasn't ready to deal with gagging right now. Another time. I just knew he was close so I put even more pressure on my lips to encase his cock tighter and rubbed the underside of his cock (that seemed to make him moan a lot last night) even harder with my tongue. These things seemed to do the trick. At that moment I felt a shot of cum jet into my mouth, almost filling it. Wow. What a load in just one spurt. When the second spewed into my mouth, my pussy went crazy, gushing almost, providing me with the beginnings of another orgasm. His third and fourth shots joined the first two and I had to swallow. I managed that with less difficulty than before and loved the feeling of the slimy viscous liquid sliding down my throat. Feeling that dollop of cum going down must have pushed me over the edge. I just sat there and experienced another whopper orgasm myself. By the time he'd finished sperming my mouth, five or six shots later my orgasm was in full bloom and I savored the feelings between my legs, on my nipples rubbing his legs, on my lips secured around his shaft and his delicious cum bathing my mouth. Too soon he was shrinking again and I just gently moved his cock around my mouth with my tongue, not ever wanting to let it go. A few moments later we both thought we heard a car pull up. I let his cock loose, swallowed the rest of my delectable drink and raced to the laundry room downstairs. My bra was dry. So too was the dress, but it irked me that it was so wrinkled. Given the headiness I was feeling from the past hour's events, I had to remind myself that this was no time to worry about being chic. As I started to pull on my bra I found a few errant sparkling cum spots in between my breasts. Maybe, I thought, those shots were not perfectly swish. Gotta work on that. I snatched what I could with my fingers, plunked them into my mouth, pulled up my bra and fastened it. Then I hastily slipped the dress around me, buttoning up as quickly as I could. I ran back to Len's room, grabbed my bag and my shoes and returned to the kitchen. Just as I was trying to fix my hair (and making sure there was no cum in it), Len's mom walked in and threw her purse on the counter. "Hi, Beth, how are you?" "I'm OK. And you?" "It is a scorcher out there today, and so humid! I wish my car had air conditioning. You gave Lionel a ride home from school, didn't you? Thanks so much. You're a doll." Just as Len walked in I got up and headed for the door. "I'd better get going." "Uh, OK, Beth. I'll see ya' later." "Yeah, OK. Bye," I mumbled as I ran out the door, glad to have gotten away without any repercussions from Len's mom about finding us alone. As I got in the car and started driving away the radio began playing Seals & Croft. "Diamond Girl." It made me smile. Beth T. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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So, Do you remember your first blow job? Jimmy B. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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