Jenny’s First Blow Job

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My thoughts were interrupted just then as he reached out with his hand and brushed away the hair in my face. He didn’t remove his hand. Rather, he let it linger touching the back of his hand to my cheek. It was like a movie I thought. Suddenly, he brought his thumb to my lips and faintly touched them. He left them there, for what seemed like an eternity, pressing ever so softly. Then, he moved his hand and started his long journey across the car to kiss me.

I closed my eyes, partly in fear, as he made his first motion. I waited, impatiently, for his lips to find mine. I was rewarded with soft open mouth kiss that began to drive me wild. As his lips pinched my lips he began to dart his tongue in and out. I lived only to respond. I let him do all the work at first. Although, this was not my first kiss I always remember it as my first “real kiss.” Suddenly, the passion kicked in. His hand slid behind my head as he began to press me firmly to him. His tongue fully entered my mouth. I began to copy his motions.

My right hand reached out and found his chest. I felt his left hand caress my right breast and then my left. He broke the kiss and quickly unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt so his hand could find its way inside. His fingertips made their way under the line of my bra and pushed me more and more into excitement.

I suddenly didn’t feel like a 18 year old girl. And, he didn’t seem like a forty year old man. At that moment, we were just playing the game.

He took his left hand and placed on my right, which was on his chest. Slowly, he urged it to his crotch as his lips found my neck. I picked up on his intend and reached to undo his belt and trousers. He leaned up in his seat and quickly undid his belt, button, and zipper before quickly returning his lips to my neck and ear.

My nails slipped down under his underwear line as he pulled me far across the center console and almost into his lap. As my hands explored his manhood, I was impressed by his size. It was certainly the biggest I had ever felt. As I lay semi across the console I felt his right hand reach down between my jeans and fell my wetness. Firmly I felt his fingers between my thighs. Suddenly, he pulled away and rose up to pull down his pants and underwear to mid thigh. As he leaned back against the BMW’s driver side door I realized how far this was going to go.

I had never given a blow job before. My friend Cindy talked about her recent experiences. She almost urged me to find someone and do it too. I guess so we would have something to talk about. She was my best friend. I wondered if I could even tell her this story.

Mr. Miller placed his hand on my head and urged me down onto his lap. My hands found their spots, they knew what to do. It was my mouth that was unsure. I started by engulfing the head and trying to use as much spit as possible. I learned from Greg, and more from James, that spit equaled a good feeling.

I had my right hand wrapped around his penis and stoked him up and down. I used my mouth much like I would to eat an ice cream cone. I stroked and sucked over and over. I didn’t know if I was doing it right or wrong. My encouragement came from Mr. Miller who would say “Yes. That’s it. Not so fast. Ah!” I used the words as feelers to see if what I was doing at the moment was right and then I just tried to do that thing again.

I felt his hand on the back of my neck. It massaged my neck through the weave of my hair. He used it to quicken and slow my pace for what seemed like forever, but really must have only been minutes. I loved the sound of his breath, hot, deep, in and out. The most amazing thing was the feeling of control. I tossed my hair back and looked up at his face. He was memorized as he looked down to me and smiled. I continued stroking him and his smile gave me another boost of passionate enthusiasm as I dipped back down with my mouth.

My hand and mouth worked feverously now. No thoughts. No plans. No school, mom, or Mrs. Miller.

“I’m going to cum.” He said. “Jenny you don’t have to…..”

His sentence was interrupted by a hot spurt in my mouth. Quickly his hand was firm holding my head down. But I wasn’t stopping anyhow. Hot bust after hot burst entered my mouth. I didn’t pay much attention to the taste. I was caught up in his grunts and moans and the satisfaction I was bringing him. As a natural reaction I swallowed most of his stuff. I continued to touch and suck, but he urged me away saying “it was sensitive.”

I sat back in my seat my shirt open and my heart pounding. I fluttered my tongue around in my mouth finding small clumps of his stuff to swallow. I wasn’t freaked out, or nervous, I was feeling more devilish than anything.

He buttoned up his trousers and I my shirt and he pulled out with out a word. That was a little disheartening I thought.

“Jenny.” He said. “That was amazing. And I loved it. And I love the time we have together, but you know we can’t tell anyone about this. Right?”

“I know. Right.” I said.

“No, girlfriends. No one. Ok?” He said.

“Can we do it again?” I said with a smile.

He looked at me and smiled.

“Oh, my God” He said.

I laughed as he reached across the car and found my thigh with his hand. He gave it a good squeeze and I squealed. We reached the front of my house fairly quickly. Mr. Miller pulled out his wallet and retrieved to one hundred dollar bills.

“Here. This is for you.” He said.

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