In my time with Ninja, I was always pretty bashful when it came to really getting to know his body. Unless I remember incorrectly, we had sex before I pretty much had even touched his penis. Maybe I’m just sort of a backwards girl, but I have had instilled in me a fear of causing him pain in his sensitive parts. How lame this sounds, I know! It wasn’t at all a case of his body seeming gross, and he did his best to nicely coax me into becoming familliar with him. I was just too girlishly shy and nervous and anxious and afraid of being bad at it. I let him do his thing, and I just concentrated on getting better at what I had managed to do, while all the while I tried to strangle my shyness and indulge in my desires to do blissful things to his cock…
So it took a long time before I took his erection in my mouth. Ninja’s got pretty good girth, so I was moderately intimidated, with warnings about “NO TEETH” circulating in my head. Thankfully my jaws are large enough to accomodate it, I soon found out. I recall only a handful of times where I gave him head before this recent visit, and it was never to “completion.” A few minutes here, a kiss or lick there. I knew he wanted more, and he complimented me tremendously. He’d make a remark once in a while, giving me that sly eye of his, “The girls that are bad at it do it all the time, but the ones that are really good don’t…” and I would just blush and think about it more.
I think too much, I know.
The weekend before I left for college we rented a hotel room (Oh! Bad girl! I lied to my parents!) and I gave him head on one occasion. I was excited to hear him talk to me and moan. That was really, really hot. He’s usually pretty quiet, but it’s all in his face. Anyway, the combination was something special. I found myself really enjoying it–yes, I could do this more often. I stopped after a time and we progressed to me being on top and riding him out, but he told me later on that he would have cum had I kept going for just a minute longer. Damn it! I was mad at myself. And he told me he’d never cum from a blowjob before, which was pretty much the most surprising thing I’d ever heard him say. So that fueled my determination significantly. Unfortunately, my determination would have to withstand the time from August to November when I’d see him again.
And it did, of course. Hmm, I’d masturbate while fantasizing about it, and I am a sucker for pleasing him, and knowing he very much wanted me to give him a blowjob kept me adamant about fulfilling his wishes. It was even loosely set up that the first thing I’d do to him was give him a blowjob. This was a way of battling my shyness.. he knew I wanted to do it, so he had permission to badger me at it if need be; however, this was not necessary in the end. We ended up having some good normal sex first, but I decided the next time we were having sexy time, that I’d take the initiative…
And so the time came that we were alone in my dorm suite, locked in my bedroom and getting naked on my bed, and I layed him down and let my kisses travel down his long.. mm.. lean torso where I found his erection waiting for me. I took it up, gave it a kiss, saw the look on his face, and took it in between my lips. And out. And in. And out. And I revelled in the feeling, the taste, the texture, and his responses. It didn’t take me long to get his shaft nicely lubricated with my saliva, and I could taste his precum. I was pleased with that, and tried just a few little different techniques (flicking my tongue at his frenulum was fun) until I got a nice swing which I think he liked. I was nice and consistent, and soon saliva was dripping down through my lips, down my hand, on to his skin. It got super messy, and I was slobbering like a dog. I don’t know why, but that’s something I like. I hope he didn’t mind. Soon his muscles were tensing, he was cooing my name, and his hips would lift up just the tiniest bit in time with my mouth action. Oh yes, I loved it. It was showtime.
The time in the hotel, he had said to me he didn’t know if he should have warned me that he was going to cum. I thought it would probably be nice to know and be forwarned.. especially because I had never tasted cum before, and, well, I just didn’t know what would happen. I was then conscious of the fact that this would be a very significant new thing to experience. I was excited, and anxious. I wanted to like it. I don’t want to be a nasty cum-drinking slut, but I told him I’d swallow and smile.
I did. And I don’t really know if he warned me or not, just before his ejaculation, but I knew when it was time. I kept up my end of the work, and he tensed all up and shook, and his hips rose to my face, and there was a new taste in my mouth, along with a pulsing cock. Ooohh, semen. It tasted good. Not bitter, but a little salty while being sweet at the same time. It tasted much the same as I do on occasion, strangely. I swallowed my mouthful of sweet warm mixture, removing myself from his penis, and I couldn’t help but grin.
Ninja was motionless on the bed, blinking and cloudy-eyed. I grabbed a hand towel and wiped my face and sticky hand, and helped him clean himself gently. He chuckled, “Wow,” and rubbed his eyes, shaking his head as though trying to clear it. Yes, I was successful, and yes, I was mighty pleased with myself. I crawled up to him and gave him a little kiss on the lips (I didn’t know if he’d be weirded out by that, which would have been stupid…) and he stammered a few sentences. He liked it. Loved it, maybe. Yeah, I think he did. I had a smile on my face when I layed my head down on his shoulder, and we talked a little bit about my experience.
My consensus? I like blowjobs. They’re pretty fun. Ninja’s a clean guy, tastes good, and makes me feel awesome. I’d do it again.
I did. Ten minutes before we had to leave to catch the subway, in fact. And as we were sitting down on the seat, whizzing through town on the Green Line, I leaned over, grinning, and said to him, “I have sperm breath.”