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I still had not had sex the first time I gave someone a blowjob. Its not that I didn’t want to get laid, my body had been arguing with my conscience for a few years about having sex. I wanted to so bad but all the sex ed I had been taught had paid off because I was afraid to do it. I am also a very introverted person and to this day find it difficult to take the initiative to be the one to suggest something. It wasn’t that I wasn’t horny, I was the queen of the petting scene. I was popular, went on many dates and was very good at making out. I loved to kiss and be felt up. I’d even let them get to second base and part way to third. I’d play with someone through his pants, and they could get their hand down mine and play with me. However, the moment someone would try and undo my pants or in the case of a dress, pull down my panties I would just freeze and know that this is too far. Oh, I wanted it, I just couldn’t do it without the it being my perfect dream situation for my first time.
So, this leads to my story about the very first time I went down on someone, and it wasn’t from petting gone too far even.
It happened with a cute guy from the same college I was going to. I was sitting at the bus stop one morning waiting for my morning ride to campus. A nice-looking convertible car slides up to the curb where I am sitting silently on the grass. It’s a cute guy I’ve noticed around campus before. I’m not really sure what he is studying, I’ve only noticed him walking around from a distance. Not handsome, but good enough looking I’ve noticed him. He leans over the seat and confidently say’s “Heading over to class if you needed a ride”. That seemed like a nice enough offer, so I slowly got up from the grass and walked over to talk over the open-air convertible. “Hi, I’m Jenn” I manage to say, “what block are you going to?” “Whichever on you want hon, John here, and I don’t have a class until noon. I was going to go hang out in the library and read up on some things and hang out until then”. This is perfect, I can get a ride right to my destination and yet I said “me too, my first class isn’t until 12:00, we can go hang out in the library and I’ll find my class from there, thanks”. And with that I opened the door and climbed into a day I will always remember.
“Since we have some time, it’s a beautiful day and I’m sitting with a beautiful girl, you know what would make it even better? Ice cream, care to go get an ice cream first?” A hottie and a flirt, John was playing his cards right and we did have a few hours. “Sure”, I said.
Next thing you know we were sitting in the sun in his car around back of the ice cream bar. The sun was melting both our cones as fast as you could lick off the melt, more would start to drip. John is looking at me with ‘that look’ in his eyes and says, “watching you lick that cone is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen”. I give the requisite punch in the arm and say something along the lines of “screw off” but inside I find it quite flattering that someone is fantasizing about me doing something sexual. Now remember, I’ve never given head before, but some things you just kind of know the basics already, so I tried my hardest to make this the sexiest ice cream lick he could imagine. His face was priceless. We were probably only there half an hour, we got along nicely, I certainly enjoyed the day so far but we started the car and ended up at the parking by the Library. On the way over the skies had turned a haunting grey like rain was immanent. John got out and had to set up the roof of the car back to being closed. We couldn’t have gotten 2 or 3 steps from the car and the skies opened up. We both ran to the building and out of the downpour as if we were Olympic runners. I went to the Ladies to dry off and he went to the Men’s room. When we met again in the hall, we chatted up a bit more. “I’m going to be here until 3-3:30ish if you’re around needing a ride” he said. I’ve always hated the busses in my city, the ride from my house to campus is close to an hour with transfers, we stopped for ice cream and mild flirting and were there long before the bus would have arrived. This was a no-brainer. “Sure, I’ll wait for you” I replied. I only had the one class today anyway and it wasn’t until after lunch. I just hit the books and hoped John may ask me out, he was looking like a good catch.
3:30 came and right on time John showed. The rain was relentless and I was so grateful I wasn’t going to be standing at bus stops without an umbrella. We both ran to the car and climbed in as fast as possible, which wasn’t enough to not soak my dress and cause it to cling to me, exposing my nipples which have a habit of popping up at inopportune times like when they’re soaking wet and you’re with a cute guy. The conversation on the way home was cute and friendly. “What are you taking?”, comparing schedules etc. As we are close to where John had picked me up, he asked where I wanted off, and would I like to go somewhere and talk for a while. I rather enjoyed being with him so far, so gladly replied to the affirmative. I wouldn’t say I had a crush on him, but so far, he seemed like a nice guy and I wouldn’t mind if he’d have wanted to ask me out or something. We drove down the street a few blocks to a large plaza that had a grocery as well as a department store. It had a big parking lot that was very underutilized and those that were parking were close to the doors of the stores so their journey through the rain would be less.
John parked out by end of a row, well away from any traffic. I remember the rain coming down on the windows so you couldn’t see outside. I turned in my seat to face John, and he twisted in his to face me as well. That was when I noticed a sticker attached to the dash right beside his steering column. It was subtle because it was a blue background against his blue dash, but the yellow letters were plain enough. ASS, GAS or GRASS, No ONE RIDES FREE! I had an internal chuckle, but I thought that I better ask about this so that I’d know if it was a joke or an expectation. His answer surprised me, because I really wasn’t expecting such calmness in his answer, but nonchalantly he said “I filled it with gas this morning, I have a joint we are going to share now. Pot always makes me horny, if it doesn’t have that effect on you, then I’d settle for a blowjob”. He was calm and cool, sure of himself perhaps. I’m not sure what it was but I wasn’t shocked. I’d had guys hint for a blow, plead for a blow, even beg for it, but it was always after a lot of petting, when they were super horny and it was my doing, but I’d always said no. John just had a way of asking that for some reason, I didn’t say no. I just said “hmmm, really?” in a flirty voice. We talked and flirted for a while, probably no more than 10 minutes or so when John said as he unbuttoned his pants and started to undo his zipper. “What do you want to do? this first? Or do you want to get high first?” To this day I don’t know why he was going to be the one, but his confidence seemed to be working like an aphrodisiac to me, because I decided I was going to do this and yet I hardly knew him. I leaned over the seat so I was more laying on one elbow and my head was half way between his cock and his face. With my right hand I reached into his pants and helped get his balls out so his cock wasn’t encumbered by the zippers. I had rubbed a guy’s balls through pants but never actually had my hand on them before and I think they felt kind of fun. Not like I had a lot of experience seeing cocks but his was hard as hard can be and I had expected it to lay on his stomach but it wasn’t; it was erect and standing at attention, maybe a 45-degree angle, pointing right at my face. I looked up into his face and said “kiss me first”. He took my face in his hands and leaned down so his lips and mine could meet and planted a very passionate kiss. His tongue parted my lips and met my own tongue and jolts of electricity shot through my body. Wow, this guy can kiss.
As John broke the kiss, his hands still on my face, he delicately steered my head to his waiting cock. My heart was racing with 50% fear I was going to screw this up, and 50% excitement. I was going to actually do this. I stuck my tongue out to test what it was going to taste like, and licked his foreskin, right where it meets the incision for his circumcision. I don’t know why I started there, it just felt like a good place as any. It was a good taste actually. I had to come up with some moves, as I was clueless how to go about this. I knew I was supposed to just put it in my mouth and bob up and down for a few minutes but I didn’t have the nerve to do that yet. I kept my tongue on him and slid my head down his cock to where his cock and balls met. Although his balls felt good in my hand, they really weren’t looking appealing to keep licking that far. There was a nest of pubic hair there and you could smell his manliness in his pubic hair. It wasn’t off putting but it wasn’t inviting either. I gave his cock a kiss and kept my lips in a kissing position and moved my head back to the top, right to the tip and kissed him right on the pee hole. I looked up to his eyes and saw the most incredible look of happiness I had ever seen. His eyes were half closed, but the smile on his face has been burned into my memory for decades since. It made me so pleased to see him that satisfied, I wanted this. With my lips on his cock, I just pushed my head down, relaxing my mouth and let the natural contours of his penis part my lips and felt his cock sliding along my tongue into my mouth. It felt incredible, it was warm and stiff and was a perfect size. I could feel him on both cheeks, my lips and tongue. Like his cock and my mouth were made from the same mould and were made for each other. Wow, this is pretty cool, I remembered thinking. Quietly, but loud enough to hear the softest groans are coming out of Johns mouth, and that just gave me such a warm feeling to be able to please him like this. I could feel this warmth from the tip of my tongue right to my pussy. That just encouraged me more and back down on that cock I went. I swear that now I wanted to suck him as much as he wanted me to. I got into it that quickly. I didn't even know what a blowjob was, (that’s not really true because I had heard the name and jokes about them, but no idea what actually giving one was all about). I was just going on pure instinct and emotion, doing what just seemed to be natural. It was mesmerizing to me to be doing this. So wrong but yet my insides were raging with excitement and my pussy was on fire.. I opened my mouth and put his cock back in it. I couldn't have gotten more than the head inside me when I heard another of the most encouraging moans come out of his throat. He placed his hands on my head so tenderly and rubbed my hair. It felt awesome. He gently gave an encouraging push for me to do that again. I put him in my mouth again and tried to go a bit deeper. I don’t know why but I wanted to stick all of him in my mouth, and try I did. I got about and inch below the head of his cock and thought I was going to puke. I had to spit him out of my mouth and gasped for air. He just pulled my head against his tummy and gave my head a huge hug. “Don’t try too much too fast hon, you don’t have to be deepthroat”. I don’t know why I even bothered, but his cock was calling me and I just had this craving to finish what I’d started. I moved my mouth back over his cock again and slid him inside my mouth to where I’d just choked. I lowered my mouth on his cock, feeling him as he travelled to the back of my throat, where his cock had hit bottom previously and backed off just a bit. He felt so good in my mouth, and the more of him in my mouth the better he felt. His smell and taste had me in a state of ecstasy. I slid him out, then back in my throat again, and again once he hit that certain spot that, it made me gag. That disappointed me because I wanted to be able to get him all in me. Without any conscious thinking, I started to run my hand up and down his cock and in time my mouth started to kept pace, going up and down on his cock. It was just natural to do that, and it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two and his cock started to get even bigger, and his hips started pumping my mouth. His hands on my head were starting to rub my head a bit quicker and he started breathing in while whimpering “oh, oh, OH”. WHAT? His cock throbbed and at the same time, a spurt of his warm cum erupted from his cock and landed on my tongue right about at my gag spot. Looking back, it was so unexpected, but in hindsight, all the signs were there. Its funny how many thoughts can go through your head in a second, but I honestly remembered the joke about “what’s the difference between like and love.... Spit and swallow” or hearing boys say “Spitters are quitters”. I remembered the jokes, but they didn’t apply to me, I was sucking a cock, and it was magic, and he was coming and it too was magic. While my dumb mind was thinking of jokes, other things it was considering was, “sucking this cock has been like nothing you imagined, and that cum was cool”. I’d spent a lifetime of thinking cum was gross and here I couldn’t get enough of it. Which he was more than willing to provide because almost the second his first spurt of cum had squirted out of him, his cock spasmed again and more cum came out. Not in the big spurt of the first one, but what seemed like a lot flowed out of his cock and on my tongue. I didn’t know how many times this was going to happen but for some reason I wanted it in my throat, I did my best to put as much cock as I could into my throat. Using my hand as a guard so I wouldn’t get to my choke spot, I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, while he had a few more contraction’s and spurted more of his cum into my waiting mouth. His coming couldn’t have taken more than 15 seconds but I can think back and it was almost like slow motion. I swallowed every drop of his cum and kept bobbing my head until his cock got to the point it was too limp to suck anymore. I tried, I wanted more but his cock was having nothing of it. I took it out of my mouth and gave it a big kiss of thank you.
Looking back, I recall clearly
How lovely the experience was
How happy he was
How happy I was
How good his cum tasted
How wrong my dumb friends were who said it was gross
Knowing it wouldn’t be long before I was going to have a cock in my mouth again.
So, this leads to my story about the very first time I went down on someone, and it wasn’t from petting gone too far even.
It happened with a cute guy from the same college I was going to. I was sitting at the bus stop one morning waiting for my morning ride to campus. A nice-looking convertible car slides up to the curb where I am sitting silently on the grass. It’s a cute guy I’ve noticed around campus before. I’m not really sure what he is studying, I’ve only noticed him walking around from a distance. Not handsome, but good enough looking I’ve noticed him. He leans over the seat and confidently say’s “Heading over to class if you needed a ride”. That seemed like a nice enough offer, so I slowly got up from the grass and walked over to talk over the open-air convertible. “Hi, I’m Jenn” I manage to say, “what block are you going to?” “Whichever on you want hon, John here, and I don’t have a class until noon. I was going to go hang out in the library and read up on some things and hang out until then”. This is perfect, I can get a ride right to my destination and yet I said “me too, my first class isn’t until 12:00, we can go hang out in the library and I’ll find my class from there, thanks”. And with that I opened the door and climbed into a day I will always remember.
“Since we have some time, it’s a beautiful day and I’m sitting with a beautiful girl, you know what would make it even better? Ice cream, care to go get an ice cream first?” A hottie and a flirt, John was playing his cards right and we did have a few hours. “Sure”, I said.
Next thing you know we were sitting in the sun in his car around back of the ice cream bar. The sun was melting both our cones as fast as you could lick off the melt, more would start to drip. John is looking at me with ‘that look’ in his eyes and says, “watching you lick that cone is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen”. I give the requisite punch in the arm and say something along the lines of “screw off” but inside I find it quite flattering that someone is fantasizing about me doing something sexual. Now remember, I’ve never given head before, but some things you just kind of know the basics already, so I tried my hardest to make this the sexiest ice cream lick he could imagine. His face was priceless. We were probably only there half an hour, we got along nicely, I certainly enjoyed the day so far but we started the car and ended up at the parking by the Library. On the way over the skies had turned a haunting grey like rain was immanent. John got out and had to set up the roof of the car back to being closed. We couldn’t have gotten 2 or 3 steps from the car and the skies opened up. We both ran to the building and out of the downpour as if we were Olympic runners. I went to the Ladies to dry off and he went to the Men’s room. When we met again in the hall, we chatted up a bit more. “I’m going to be here until 3-3:30ish if you’re around needing a ride” he said. I’ve always hated the busses in my city, the ride from my house to campus is close to an hour with transfers, we stopped for ice cream and mild flirting and were there long before the bus would have arrived. This was a no-brainer. “Sure, I’ll wait for you” I replied. I only had the one class today anyway and it wasn’t until after lunch. I just hit the books and hoped John may ask me out, he was looking like a good catch.
3:30 came and right on time John showed. The rain was relentless and I was so grateful I wasn’t going to be standing at bus stops without an umbrella. We both ran to the car and climbed in as fast as possible, which wasn’t enough to not soak my dress and cause it to cling to me, exposing my nipples which have a habit of popping up at inopportune times like when they’re soaking wet and you’re with a cute guy. The conversation on the way home was cute and friendly. “What are you taking?”, comparing schedules etc. As we are close to where John had picked me up, he asked where I wanted off, and would I like to go somewhere and talk for a while. I rather enjoyed being with him so far, so gladly replied to the affirmative. I wouldn’t say I had a crush on him, but so far, he seemed like a nice guy and I wouldn’t mind if he’d have wanted to ask me out or something. We drove down the street a few blocks to a large plaza that had a grocery as well as a department store. It had a big parking lot that was very underutilized and those that were parking were close to the doors of the stores so their journey through the rain would be less.
John parked out by end of a row, well away from any traffic. I remember the rain coming down on the windows so you couldn’t see outside. I turned in my seat to face John, and he twisted in his to face me as well. That was when I noticed a sticker attached to the dash right beside his steering column. It was subtle because it was a blue background against his blue dash, but the yellow letters were plain enough. ASS, GAS or GRASS, No ONE RIDES FREE! I had an internal chuckle, but I thought that I better ask about this so that I’d know if it was a joke or an expectation. His answer surprised me, because I really wasn’t expecting such calmness in his answer, but nonchalantly he said “I filled it with gas this morning, I have a joint we are going to share now. Pot always makes me horny, if it doesn’t have that effect on you, then I’d settle for a blowjob”. He was calm and cool, sure of himself perhaps. I’m not sure what it was but I wasn’t shocked. I’d had guys hint for a blow, plead for a blow, even beg for it, but it was always after a lot of petting, when they were super horny and it was my doing, but I’d always said no. John just had a way of asking that for some reason, I didn’t say no. I just said “hmmm, really?” in a flirty voice. We talked and flirted for a while, probably no more than 10 minutes or so when John said as he unbuttoned his pants and started to undo his zipper. “What do you want to do? this first? Or do you want to get high first?” To this day I don’t know why he was going to be the one, but his confidence seemed to be working like an aphrodisiac to me, because I decided I was going to do this and yet I hardly knew him. I leaned over the seat so I was more laying on one elbow and my head was half way between his cock and his face. With my right hand I reached into his pants and helped get his balls out so his cock wasn’t encumbered by the zippers. I had rubbed a guy’s balls through pants but never actually had my hand on them before and I think they felt kind of fun. Not like I had a lot of experience seeing cocks but his was hard as hard can be and I had expected it to lay on his stomach but it wasn’t; it was erect and standing at attention, maybe a 45-degree angle, pointing right at my face. I looked up into his face and said “kiss me first”. He took my face in his hands and leaned down so his lips and mine could meet and planted a very passionate kiss. His tongue parted my lips and met my own tongue and jolts of electricity shot through my body. Wow, this guy can kiss.
As John broke the kiss, his hands still on my face, he delicately steered my head to his waiting cock. My heart was racing with 50% fear I was going to screw this up, and 50% excitement. I was going to actually do this. I stuck my tongue out to test what it was going to taste like, and licked his foreskin, right where it meets the incision for his circumcision. I don’t know why I started there, it just felt like a good place as any. It was a good taste actually. I had to come up with some moves, as I was clueless how to go about this. I knew I was supposed to just put it in my mouth and bob up and down for a few minutes but I didn’t have the nerve to do that yet. I kept my tongue on him and slid my head down his cock to where his cock and balls met. Although his balls felt good in my hand, they really weren’t looking appealing to keep licking that far. There was a nest of pubic hair there and you could smell his manliness in his pubic hair. It wasn’t off putting but it wasn’t inviting either. I gave his cock a kiss and kept my lips in a kissing position and moved my head back to the top, right to the tip and kissed him right on the pee hole. I looked up to his eyes and saw the most incredible look of happiness I had ever seen. His eyes were half closed, but the smile on his face has been burned into my memory for decades since. It made me so pleased to see him that satisfied, I wanted this. With my lips on his cock, I just pushed my head down, relaxing my mouth and let the natural contours of his penis part my lips and felt his cock sliding along my tongue into my mouth. It felt incredible, it was warm and stiff and was a perfect size. I could feel him on both cheeks, my lips and tongue. Like his cock and my mouth were made from the same mould and were made for each other. Wow, this is pretty cool, I remembered thinking. Quietly, but loud enough to hear the softest groans are coming out of Johns mouth, and that just gave me such a warm feeling to be able to please him like this. I could feel this warmth from the tip of my tongue right to my pussy. That just encouraged me more and back down on that cock I went. I swear that now I wanted to suck him as much as he wanted me to. I got into it that quickly. I didn't even know what a blowjob was, (that’s not really true because I had heard the name and jokes about them, but no idea what actually giving one was all about). I was just going on pure instinct and emotion, doing what just seemed to be natural. It was mesmerizing to me to be doing this. So wrong but yet my insides were raging with excitement and my pussy was on fire.. I opened my mouth and put his cock back in it. I couldn't have gotten more than the head inside me when I heard another of the most encouraging moans come out of his throat. He placed his hands on my head so tenderly and rubbed my hair. It felt awesome. He gently gave an encouraging push for me to do that again. I put him in my mouth again and tried to go a bit deeper. I don’t know why but I wanted to stick all of him in my mouth, and try I did. I got about and inch below the head of his cock and thought I was going to puke. I had to spit him out of my mouth and gasped for air. He just pulled my head against his tummy and gave my head a huge hug. “Don’t try too much too fast hon, you don’t have to be deepthroat”. I don’t know why I even bothered, but his cock was calling me and I just had this craving to finish what I’d started. I moved my mouth back over his cock again and slid him inside my mouth to where I’d just choked. I lowered my mouth on his cock, feeling him as he travelled to the back of my throat, where his cock had hit bottom previously and backed off just a bit. He felt so good in my mouth, and the more of him in my mouth the better he felt. His smell and taste had me in a state of ecstasy. I slid him out, then back in my throat again, and again once he hit that certain spot that, it made me gag. That disappointed me because I wanted to be able to get him all in me. Without any conscious thinking, I started to run my hand up and down his cock and in time my mouth started to kept pace, going up and down on his cock. It was just natural to do that, and it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two and his cock started to get even bigger, and his hips started pumping my mouth. His hands on my head were starting to rub my head a bit quicker and he started breathing in while whimpering “oh, oh, OH”. WHAT? His cock throbbed and at the same time, a spurt of his warm cum erupted from his cock and landed on my tongue right about at my gag spot. Looking back, it was so unexpected, but in hindsight, all the signs were there. Its funny how many thoughts can go through your head in a second, but I honestly remembered the joke about “what’s the difference between like and love.... Spit and swallow” or hearing boys say “Spitters are quitters”. I remembered the jokes, but they didn’t apply to me, I was sucking a cock, and it was magic, and he was coming and it too was magic. While my dumb mind was thinking of jokes, other things it was considering was, “sucking this cock has been like nothing you imagined, and that cum was cool”. I’d spent a lifetime of thinking cum was gross and here I couldn’t get enough of it. Which he was more than willing to provide because almost the second his first spurt of cum had squirted out of him, his cock spasmed again and more cum came out. Not in the big spurt of the first one, but what seemed like a lot flowed out of his cock and on my tongue. I didn’t know how many times this was going to happen but for some reason I wanted it in my throat, I did my best to put as much cock as I could into my throat. Using my hand as a guard so I wouldn’t get to my choke spot, I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, while he had a few more contraction’s and spurted more of his cum into my waiting mouth. His coming couldn’t have taken more than 15 seconds but I can think back and it was almost like slow motion. I swallowed every drop of his cum and kept bobbing my head until his cock got to the point it was too limp to suck anymore. I tried, I wanted more but his cock was having nothing of it. I took it out of my mouth and gave it a big kiss of thank you.
Looking back, I recall clearly
How lovely the experience was
How happy he was
How happy I was
How good his cum tasted
How wrong my dumb friends were who said it was gross
Knowing it wouldn’t be long before I was going to have a cock in my mouth again.
Jerri
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