A Blowjob To End All Blowjobs

A Blowjob to End All Blowjobs

I woke slowly, confused by a tickling sensation on my nose. Brushing it, I realized it didn't go away, but instead moved closer to my eyes. When I finally opened them, noticing that it was some long, dark, unfamiliar hair, I remembered that I wasn't alone when I went to bed the night before. Cora and I had gone out and she'd spent the night. It was our first date, so I had had no expectations of anything physical happening just yet, but the date went really well and she'd had a bit too much to drink. She also lived an hour away, so me driving her home and her leaving her car behind didn't make a whole lot of sense.

I felt the warmth of her body pressing against me, the little spoon to my big one. She was stretching slightly, but not in any hurry to wake. I could feel my morning hard-on pressing against her and I recalled the night prior.

When we'd first got in I'd offered to sleep on the couch so she could have the bed, but she refused. Whether out of courtesy or an alcohol inspired reduction in inhibitions was anyone's guess.

"Noooo..." she cooed, "It's your bed, you get to sleep in it."

Then with a wry smile and a surprising amount of perk for a tired, drunk girl she exclaimed, "With

me!"

She beamed at me, then suddenly threw off her top, revealing a yellow form fitting tank top underneath.

Cora was very attractive, if a bit skinny for my usual tastes. I noticed that she was wearing the tank top instead of a bra. The slim, raven haired beauty didn't really need one. Her breasts were small and perky. The tank top revealed just the smallest amount of cleavage along with her nipples just poking through the fabric. I was mesmerized, momentarily at least.

Then she reminded me that she was in fact, drunk. Watching her fumble with the buttons on her jeans, and become increasingly frustrated. She looked up at me and just let out the most pathetic "Help?" I may have ever heard, her lips pouting just a bit.

I chuckled softly, approached and took her in my arms to steady her. We lingered in the embrace for a few moments, kissed softly and again, I started to forget myself.

Cora was drunk. I was not--and I'm not someone who's going to take advantage of that. Even if she was clearly interested all night. Even if we'd been flirting and planning for weeks. Even if I was really, totally, 100% sure she wanted me--she was drunk and I was not. A little cuddling and kissing is one thing, but I needed to keep it in my pants.

My reprieve from temptation came in the sound of a soft snore. As I was holding her, she rested her head against my shoulder and had fallen asleep. After laughing softly to myself I said, "OK, let's get you to bed."

"Pants." She mumbled as I laid her down. Then she began clawing at her jeans again.

I'd had no intention at that point in removing her jeans, but the girl was clearly not going to settle down until they were gone. Not entirely unreasonable, I certainly couldn't sleep with jeans on.

"Okay, okay," I said calmly. "I'll get them." I deftly unbuttoned her button fly, lifted up her long, thin legs and slipped them down and off.

Now listen, I'm a gentleman and I had no desire to take advantage of this drunk girl in my bed--but I'm also not blind. She wore a pair of thong panties that matched her tank top, and revealed possibly the tightest, roundest little ass I'd ever laid eyes on. As a man who is partial to all the joy and beauty that the female posterior has to offer, and despite my lack of belief in a deity, I said a little prayer for what might come in the morning.

Finally the morning came and it was that perfect, tight little ass that I realized I was pressed up against as I woke more fully. And by pressed up against, I mean my raging morning erection -- that was quite conveniently, or inconveniently depending on one's outlook, poking through the hole in the front of my boxer shorts -- was fully lodged in the grasp of her firm cheeks.

But she was still asleep. Now, both of us were adults and Cora was no prude. She wasn't going to start pearl clutching about a boner poking her in the ass in the morning. She certainly understood basic biology. But again, gentleman. Not taking advantage. She may not be drunk anymore but she was still asleep.

As I slowly turned to face the other direction and extricate myself from that wonderful if awkward situation, I felt her arm fly back, attempting to pull me close again. More likely in an attempt to retain my body heat than what was nestled between her butt cheeks.

I then tried to just pull my hips back a bit. I couldn't just will the erection away, but maybe I could press against

a

butt cheek, rather than between them both. Just as I started to achieve separation, she thrust her hips back against me, again reaching back to press my against her.

Slightly turning her head back she muttered, "It's nice. Leave it."

I responded with a soft groan and embraced the moment, pressing myself firmly between her soft, firm ass cheeks and wrapping my arms tightly around her. While it would have been nice to just drift back to sleep in that moment, any man knows, that wasn't happening. My brain was now no longer fully operational.

After a few minutes, both of us fully awake, I leaned over, brushed her dark, almost black hair out of the way and kissed her deeply. My hands roamed her body, gripping her waist and hips, drifting over her tank top, feeling the small swell of her breasts and hard little nipples. Eventually mounting an offensive from below, sliding up under her top, feeling the warm, firm naked flesh of her tits.

Kissing her neck, licking and teasing her ear, my left hand drifted down her taut stomach. As I approached, she parted her legs just enough to let my hand drift between them. I pulled her little yellow panties to the side, both to explore and tease her. I felt an absolute absence of any hair, her vulva as smooth as the skin of her backside. Traveling slightly lower, I felt her heat rising and the slick moisture of her sex as I slipped a fingertip inside, teasing her lips.

As I was becoming lost in this absolutely blissful moment, I felt her grip my hand. She turned her body to face me and kissed me. As our lips parted she said, "Listen...I want this...all of this," She made a swirling motion with her hand around our groins. "But this

was

just our first date."

She wrapped her lithe fingers around my throbbing cock, gripped and stroked it gently.

"So

all of this,

isn't gonna happen yet." She said, looking at me as I wore what must have been a pitiful expression. Understandable because I think how I felt in that moment is much like how a ten year old would feel if he found out Disneyland was closed while he waited outside the gate. Despite my best efforts, I'm certain I wore that disappointment on my face like a cheap suit.

"It's okay, I understand, this is nice too." I lied with as straight as face as possible.

I had touched the promised land. It was warm, wet and most certainly wonderful. My brain was no longer in control. Oh the cruelty of that moment! To just snatch the one thing my lizard brain wanted away in a single instant.

Then everything changed.

She began to slip lower in the bed, still stroking and now nearly studying the erect penis in her hand.

Her eyes flicked up at me, locking with mine. I said nothing.

She glanced back to my cock, then back to my eyes. Then again, each time she looked at me looking slightly desperate for something.

Finally, she locked eyes with me and didn't let go.

"Can I?" She asked.

It was in this moment that I knew it was true. In the throes of sex, we men do not have functioning brains. I had absolutely zero idea just what in the fuck she was talking about.

She licked and bit her lower lip and looked back at my manhood, longingly.

Oh! That! Yes yes yes yes yes!

'You can! Yes you can! Yes you can!' I chanted in my mind as I continued to stare at her silently like a fucking moron.

But I'm pretty sure I must've smiled or grunted or something, because she finally smirked and said "I'm gonna take that as a yes."

She grabbed the waistband of my boxers, one hand on each side and yanked them down and off, scraping them painfully across my raging erection. That sensation quickly forgotten as she cradled my balls in her right hand, snugly wrapped the fingers of her left around the base of my shaft, then in one deft move took every inch of my throbbing manhood in her wet, drooling mouth and down her throat.

I rested a hand on her shoulder as she pleasured me. She slid wetly and shamelessly up and down, nearly silent but for the sound of spit and drool as she swirled her tongue around the head near the top of her strokes, and soft gags as she reached the bottom and my length tickled her throat.

I propped up a few pillows behind me so I could just sit back and watch as she worked her magic. This was the smoothest, softest, wettest thing that my cock had ever experienced. She would go for maybe thirty seconds or so of deep-throat worshipping me like that, only to lift her mouth off, gasp softly for air and look up at me. As she locked onto my eyes she would smile ever so slightly, and stroke me slowly, with the sensitive underside pressed against her soft cheek, slick with spit.

Occasionally she would lean down to lick my balls, never sucking on them, just licking or softly sucking on the skin of my scrotum. Teasing it, sucking just a bit between her lips and tongue and massaging. Of all the sensations I've ever imagined, this wasn't one of them - but it was amazing.

Every motion, every choice she made, every instant that she spent worshipping my cock was utterly shameless. Whether it was my spit drenched shaft against her face, my cum heavy, saliva coated balls sliding over her nose or the way she positioned her body - right between my legs, knees tucked up and her round little, barely covered ass up in the air - it was all utterly shameless.

Periodically, I would reach down, sliding my hand under her tank top, teasing her hard little nipples as she pleasured me. Eventually she rose, tossed her top off and immediately went back down. This girl was engrossed in sucking my cock.

A few times I reached behind her, trying to stroke her wet, smooth pussy and share the pleasure. Each time, she gently refused. First just softly pushing me back to the pillows, others gently bucking her hips to signal me to sit back and enjoy. Finally on the last attempt she grabbed my hand, sucked two fingers wantonly, then slid up, kissed me and whispered "Just sit back and enjoy this, it's ok."

I did just that. Selfishly, gloriously relaxing and watching this gorgeous young woman suck my cock like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.

I'd been with girls that claimed to like giving head, and they performed like it too. No complaints, most would swallow with a bit of a smile, perfectly acceptable fellatio from all of them. But Cora was different. She didn't like sucking cock, she was fueled by it. We call it a blowjob, but Cora really put the work in, and seemed to love every second of it.

Most girls, even if they like it, don't really try to drag the experience out. Cora did. She could sense when I was close, bringing me right to the edge over and over again. Straight to the point where I could feel precum boiling over the top. She would tease the tip. Licking and savoring each drop like a reward, letting out a subtle "Mmmm" with each taste.

As the morning grew long, after over an hour of sucking and worshipping me to the edge of oblivion, it became clear that she was ready to bring things to a close. She looked up at me as she licked the underside of my shaft from base to the tip, swirling her tongue at the end. With a naughty little smile, she started sucking. Not like before, this wasn't gentle, this wasn't teasing. This was a starving girl working for a meal. Gone were the cute little gags and the pausing tongue twirls. Her hand started working me up and down as she sucked and brought me closer and closer to the edge.

As I approached the point of no return I tapped her shoulder, making her look up at me.

"I'm gonna cum Cora, it's coming!!!" I said, almost panicking, hoping desperately she wouldn't decide to pull me from her hungry sucking mouth in the moment.

I had nothing to fear. She simply flashed a thumbs up, lowered her eyes and went into overdrive.

No joke, a fucking thumbs up. This girl was a goddamn prize if there ever was one.

Knowing I was in the clear to blow I felt my balls boil over and my cock start to twitch. She slowed her pace, letting the head of my dick fill her mouth as she went back to her swirling tongue technique. Wet, mostly smooth, with just the right amount of friction to tease me and make me cry out as I came.

"Fuck! Cora! I love your fucking mouth!" I exclaimed as I filled her mouth with my cum.

She was looking up at me and smiling through sealed lips through every single spurt. She just let her mouth fill, letting out soft moans of satisfaction. I felt her gulp, mid-orgasm, stopping herself from spilling a single drop.

When I was finally spent, she softly pulled away and looked up at me again. She opened her mouth, letting me watch her spread cum with her tongue to her lips, then lick it back up and swallow it down. She dove back between my legs to my softening prick, grabbing it and stroking out any final drops of my seed, savoring them.

As I laid there in post orgasmic bliss, she hopped up and wiped her mouth on a blanket and leaned in for a kiss. Normally, I'd be a bit self conscious about burying my tongue in a mouth that just savored my semen, but today I just didn't give a single shit. In that moment, I was in ecstasy and my brain was broken. I kissed her hard and deep. She fucking earned it.

I crashed back to the pillows, with her still a bundle of energy.

"Thought you'd like that." She said, bouncing her eyebrows up and down. "So...why don't you go back to sleep for a bit, I'll go down and make breakfast?"

"Mhmm." I acknowledged as she nearly skipped out of the room and down the stairs in nothing but her thong. Probably a good thing my roommate wasn't home.