Me again. About what? About the blowjob. Three small stories. How I gave a blowjob for the first time. The first time I gave my husband a blowjob. And how I gave a blow job to someone other than my husband for the first time. The first times are memorable. At 14 years old, I was still a girl. I met a guy. Kissed him until he was stupefied. She allowed herself to be touched. First the breasts, and then everywhere. At some point, he began to tell me that musicians should not abstain for a long time. That you can die. And he began to persuade me to periodically jerk off to him.
But he didn’t think about my desires. That after our meetings, at home, for the first time, with the help of masturbation, I got an orgasm. Standing. In the toilet. In general, I started jerking him off. I splashed his sperm in the entrance, in the park, even at night on the bench under the entrance. And again, after some period of time, he began to persuade me that if I did it with my mouth, it would be much more pleasant for him. Of course I broke down. But again it’s night. Summer. Entrance. Under the stairs. I'm squatting. Naturally, I couldn’t suck. I just took him into my mouth, and he held my head, one might say, just fucked me. Not for long. I pumped it 5-6 times and hot, bitter-salty liquid flowed onto my tongue. I didn’t know what was next and just automatically swallowed it. This is how we lived. And I hid from my husband for a very long time that I was giving a blow job. And that I already know how to do it. Why? Don't know. I was shy. And every time I refused all his requests. Once upon a time he brought a slidescope and a whole bunch of prno-slides. Porn wasn’t so popular back then. Hiding from our parents in the garage, we watched them. When the excitement reached its climax, he stood next to me (I was sitting on a chair). He started to caress me. He was directly rubbing his bulge in his trousers against me. And then he simply unbuttoned his pants.
I haven't done this for so long. Crazy excitement. There's already a stain on the panties. I couldn't hold back any longer. I did everything myself. And the tongue along the trunk. And with sponges on the head. Bright. Hot. With desire. With moans. With the squirming of my swollen pussy against the chair. My husband pulled away throwing liquid onto my lips and neck. It flowed right up to my breasts. Subsequently, he no longer pulled away. And now about the first betrayal of my husband with a blow job. This actually wasn’t the first betrayal, but it was the first time it was a blowjob. I was a kindergarten teacher. He is one of the parents. He often drove me home in his car. Of course he persuaded me. At one point I agreed. We arrived at the landing. Well, it’s only in movies and fictional stories that it’s convenient to make love in a car, when the seats don’t lie down completely. We suffered and decided to stop at oral sex. I lay down in the back seat with my legs sticking out the door. Did you go to bed? Reclining. My butt was up and my feet were on the ground. He sat down between my legs.
He turned out to be experienced in this matter. I came pretty quickly. Finished well. Strongly. And then, I was already sitting in the back seat. Satisfied him. He stood in the open doors of the car with his hands on its cab. True, he first asked if it was possible to put it in my mouth? Of course you can. But his attention was pleasant. By the way, that same night my husband and I had oral sex. That's all.
