This is the taradiddle of when I gave my get-go ever blow job to my then-boyfriend. We were both 16 and had been together for 3 or 4 week, and although I did n't palpate well-situated enough to offer him my Virgo pussy, I certainly begun to wonder about experiencing the physical English of love.



We 'd been in the car park one summer 's afternoon with some of our Quaker, just hanging out and having a fun prison term. Terry was 16 and a one-half, and I found myself becoming more transfix watching him kick a orchis around with his Friend. He was about 5 foot 6 tall and of an athletic anatomy, and I found myself staring at his slender waist and torso as he ran around, wondering at what exactly lay concealed in those shorts. We strolled household in the late afternoon, holding hands and talking. When we kissed goodbye, he offered me in to the house for a beer as his parents were away for the evening. I gladly accepted.



He gave me a beer from the fridge and we went upstairs and sat on his bed as we drank the cool beers and chatted. Out of the wild blue yonder, he leant over and kissed me. I was a little surprised and taken unawares at beginning as his tongue probed gently against mine. But as I responded, it snaked into my mouth and we began French snuggling. We laid down next to each other and go on kissing and caressing each other. I noticed his cock had started to indurate in his shorts, making a prominence in the textile. Gingerly, I reached out a hand and gently began to rub it. He gasped, and kissed me again as his peter stiffened more. I genuinely thought it 'd tear through the cotton such was his excitement ! He began to get through under my short summer skirt up my thighs and rub my pussycat, but I pulled his hand sharply away.



'' Not yet '', I gasped, breaking off our osculation. `` I do n't feel ready for that yet ''.



I kissed him again, almost apologetic for exciting him. `` There 's something else I can do for you though ''.



He looked confused.



'' Has anyone given you a blow job before ? '' I asked.



'' No '', he said. `` Never. ''



'' Would you wish me to ? '' I asked him. I almost regretted the enquiry the mo it left my lips. I felt so embarrassed the present moment I 'd asked the head, but I need n't accept been.



He responded by tugging at his shorts, trying to release his straining, erect penis. I realised with a pang that this would be my first off ever blow job, and that I 'd call up this moment for the residuum of my life. I was excited, but equally terrified !



'' bandstand up, '' I told him, as I moved off of the bed and I took up a kneeling spatial relation at his feet on the floor in front of him.



By this fourth dimension, his hardened shaft had almost strained and torn through the cotton. I reached into his sash, and tugged his short pants down over his legs, letting them fall at his feet. There was a small dapple of pre-cum on his white boxer short, and I realised I was only moments away from tasting his cock. I tugged down his underwear, and his raging tool sprang up pointing directly at my boldness. It was un-cut and about 5 inches long, standing up proud and true from a nest of drear pubic hair.



I grinned, and remembering some of the internet porn I 'd seen before I gently extended my tongue and lapped at the end of his peter. He tasted warm and a footling bit salty, but not unpleasant as I 'd been told by other girl who 'd given their boyfriends head. He gasped and took a small step toward me, nudging his tip against my lips. I opened my sassing and slid it along his stopcock, bobbing my head gently back and Forth River. As I gained in confidence, I took him cryptical until my nose nestled in his pubic bone and my knife lapped at his balls. His balls were swollen and obviously full to the lip of hot cum ... and I planned to milk them completely ! He groaned as I deep-throated him and gently humped his hips against my face. I continued bobbing my head, listening to his groan and groans as his salty pre-cum coated my tongue.



This was where I infer my in-experience came in at giving head, and as his thighs flexed against my willing mouth, I came up for air just at the wrong moment ! His ventilation deepened, and his shank suddenly bucked hard towards me. As it did, a big thick glob of cum shot out of him, past my left ear like an exocet projectile and splashed against his come together sleeping room door. It slowly ran down the room access onto the carpet. His hips bucked again, and a second silvery-white string of spermatozoon arked out of his cock through the air and landed across my fringe and os frontale. He then plunged his twitching cock deep into my sass, forcing the tip into my throat as he shot another thick wad of hot sperm deep into my oral fissure. It splashed against my throat and gently trickled down into my belly, a alike wizard to drinking brandy, making my throat and gorge warm. His cock pulsed and twitched a few More times, each sentence spewing more spermatozoon into my sass and throat, he grasped the backrest of my head, pushing my nose into his pubic hair as I milked every endure bead of manful semen from his orb.



I kept his twitching cock in my mouth while he came down from his climax, enjoying the taste and the sensation of him. His turncock eventually softened becaming almost spongy in my backtalk. He stepped back then and sat on the bed, his pass member popping out of my sass and now dangling gently between his legs. There it was, my first foul up job ! Judging by the vast amount of cum that had sloshed out of his balls, he quite enjoyed it !



The side by side thing I thought of was the sperm that had splashed out against the door, so I went into the bathroom and found a cloth to clean house up the passel. As I ran it under the tap to wet it, in the mirror I caught passel of the strand of white cum that had arked out of his cock across my haircloth. I picked it gently out my hair with my finger, licked them clean and swallowed the salty mixture - the sperm must have gratefully flicked their tails and swam down my throat to join their buddy !



Cleaning up and mopping his cum from the door and the carpet I found a huge turn-on and I began to look forward embracing my lover again.



We lay on the bed, exchanging aphrodisiac little kiss, giggling and caressing. Before long, his peter began standing proudly up, set up for round of drinks two.



'' You want some more, do you ? '' I asked him, and slopped another little kiss onto his mouth.



He just nodded, and stood up again - dragging me from the bed to kneel at his feet again.



This time there were no formalities, he just stepped forward and plunged his full phase of the moon distance into my backtalk. He began humping hard against me immediately, his second joint flexing, forcing the tip of his shaft into the very deep back of my throat with every thrust. He was fucking my mouth like a pussycat, his musket ball slapping hard against my chin and a luster of fret appeared on his skin as he pounded hard against me.



His breathing again to become deeper, almost gasping. I reached my lead paw up and tickled his globe. That was all it took, I felt those balls retract and his hips bucked hard against my face as I milked his testicle for a bit time. His cock spewed a string of salty sperm across my tongue, and down into my throat. This was followed by several lump of thicker, hotter cum - each one was its own spermy eruption exploding in my sassing as he took me for his pleasure. This time, his interjection was maybe slightly less acute, but equally satisfying for him.



After that, I developed a taste for his cum. I sucked him off many prison term after, in many different locations. Once in the park hidden from view by some bushes on a crisp winter 's eventide. The inhuman air making a immense contrast from the hot sperm that sloshed into my lip and dripped down my chin. Another meter in the equip way at our local department stock, while people went about their line of work just outside the door !



Eventually, I gave him my virgin pussy as well. But that 's my next account !