Novel & Cerita Blowjob Stories

This time, it was real, messy, and intense. Their hands were everywhere. Tyler gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and Jake cradled my jaw while he used my mouth like a fleshlight. I came again, harder this time, clenching around Tyler so tightly that he groaned my name. He still didn't stop though. He fucked me until I came for the third time. Only then did he follow after, pulling out at the last second to spill across my back. Jake wasn't far behind. I felt him throb in my mouth. When he pulled out, I kept my mouth open and my tongue out. He stroked himself fast and came on my face, some of it falling across my chest.

“You don't get to cum, until I do first. I said. I pulled away the gag from her mouth, grabbed her by the shoulder, forcing her to kneel. “You’re gonna have to suck my cock now. I told her, "And no room for arguments, only when you swallow all my cum will I make you orgasm.” Without saying a word. Eager as she was, she grabbed my trousers, ripped them down, and just wanted to get me off so she could get over with hers. Her perfect soft lips wrapped around my standing cock, she went at it, swollen all in the mouth. Giving me the best blow job of my life. Although she was just trying to make me cum, she was not enjoying it herself.

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I feel it pulsate from arousal while white pre-cum drips from its tip. “Whoa. Wait. That’s too big. I don’t even know how to do a blowie.” She cups her mouth, her big doe eyes gawk in astonishment. I smirk. I’m so used with how women react when they see how well-endowed I am. But seeing my mate’s reaction is the best one yet. “Blowie? Milash, it’s called, ‘blow job.’ Come here, babe, give me a blow job. Come, suck my cock.”

So we have been friends a really long time and he of course knows I’m gay. We are really close, so it wasn’t hard to establish this arrangement. He pretty much just asked me one day if I’d do it and not tell anyone, I agreed, and I do it for him once a week or so. It’s hot, he always holds my head and makes me blow him really really fast so he cums quick. He says my blowjobs are the best he’s ever had.

If there’s anything I can do that I would say I’m an expert at, it would be blowjobs. I think a lot of girls either view blowjobs as a chore or don’t think technique matters much. To be fair, as long as you’re patient and watch your teeth, you can probably make any man cum in your mouth without much effort, but believe me, there’s a difference when you make effort.

“That’s it… eat each other’s pussies. Fuck, I’m so hard watching my stepsister and stepmom like this.” Sarah lifted her head long enough to gasp, “Come closer, Jake. Stroke that big cock for us.” He did, moving right beside the couch. I could see his heavy balls swinging as he jerked himself, precum dripping. The sight made me lick Sarah even harder. We shifted slightly, still in 69 but now rubbing our pussies together too. Sarah pressed her soaked cunt directly against mine—hot, slippery, clit to clit. We tribbed hard, grinding in messy circles, our juices mixing as our pussies kissed and slid together. The friction on my clit was intense, building fast.

"I said he was foolish. You're a magnificent cocksucker." I think she blushed. It was hard to tell under the mess. "I've never done it like that with a guy before." "I never had a woman do me like that before." The statement was technically true. Of course I've had innumerable blow jobs; more tit fucks that I can remember, some with edibles as the lubricant; been sucked off a few times with the husband watching; won several blow jobs on bets, all, as far as I can remember, from the blower (I should write down those stories sometime). Never had a gourmet tit blow in front of the husband as the prize for winning a bet, though. That was a first.

“That’s disturbing.” His eyes twinkled. “What? That they’d make up slut stories or that they’d give me a blow job in my office?” I flushed, remembering the reality of what we’d done on both his desk and conference table. “Both.” “Well, in case you were wondering, all slut stories are mostly false, along with me receiving a blow job, although, that is a fantasy of mine.” “Slut stories?” I teased. He smirked. “No, getting a blow job at my desk.”