6 comments/ 38523 views/ 2 favorites The Blow Job By: neonlyte I am always looking for feedback on my stories, if you have any comment, please let me know by e-mail or Public Comment. Oh, and please, do not forget to vote - neonlyte Truth is, I don't really do blow jobs. Well not as a matter of course, it is not the main item on the menu. I can never make up my mind if I really enjoy it or not. Depends on a lot of things; to start with, and I suppose to finish with, he has to be clean. Not carbolic soap; can you imagine the taste of that in your mouth? No just fresh, out of the shower, that type of thing, just the slightest whiff of genitals, enough to arouse, not choke. And my mood. I sometimes get the whim then back off for a host of reasons that I have never really been able to figure out. I can't look at him and then go down on him, maybe I need to suspend reality, pretend he is someone else. The thought makes me tingle, who am I imagining him to be? I think because I am Catholic, not practicing, but had enough drummed in through childhood and my teens to build a wall between my actions and my sexuality. Every time he tries to go down on me, I see the damn Priest. Not that the Priest ever took us to one side and told us anything; no one told us anything, it wasn't discussed. Maybe that is the problem. If we had been more open about sex maybe, I could just enjoy doing this without the feeling of doing something wrong. I am enjoying it, now I've got into it. I love the way he twitches as my tongue runs over the slit, he's really sensitive there, I wonder if all men are. Can't do too much of that because he starts pushing, wanting to get deeper into my mouth. I've never understood how some girls can take it all the way in. I've seen them do it on the internet. Most of the time they look like their choking, finding it so hard to breath there is snot blasting from their noses. It's not cum is it? No can't be. I'm sure I would be sick if it went that far in, couldn't help myself. No, I prefer a less frantic approach, as long as I'm in the mood. I prefer just taking the head in, letting it briefly fill me and pull out again, running my tongue around and across it. Sometimes I like to just lick it like a lollypop before the urge takes me and I need it in my mouth, but never far. When it enters my body, it had better be between my legs, where we can both enjoy its length and movement. Poor love, he is having such trouble keeping it up. Not now, now, my tongue is turning him on like nothing on earth; he loves this, when I push my tongue back against his flesh, massaging it, pushing it around my mouth. No, I mean straight sex, he's ok at the foreplay, gets me worked up, and then as soon as he is in, he starts to soften. Gets leg cramps, starts thinking he's not going to be able to finish and that's it. Vicious circle. He can't do it, so he can't do it. So I thought I'd give him a blow job, see if that can shock him out of what ever it is that is stopping him performing. He has a nice dick. Actually I find men's dicks really quite repulsive, it's not really a thing of grace is it? I mean, it sticks out, there's no mystery to it, it's there, on display, better to get it tucked away somewhere it can do some good. I like to touch this one though. I like taking it in my mouth when it's all little and feel it grow. How many times must he have thought he was going to get a blow job when all I really wanted to do was the sensation of it growing in my mouth, get it wet just so he can slip it in me easier. I'm quite tight, he's not especially big, but it slips in easier when I wet it first. He often tries to wet me, go down on me. I love feeling his tongue down there; that is when I'm not racked with worry over what he is doing. It is stupid because I really do enjoy it, but I'm always thinking I smell, even though he says he loves my smell, or, I see that damn Priest. I wish I'd been more relaxed about it, it's nice to feel him lapping away down there, poking away at my lips and clit with his tongue delving in and out, and I'll tell you a secret, when he's had enough, and comes up for air to kiss me, I just love the smell on his moustache, the taste on his lips. I suppose that is why I play with myself so much, so I can lick my fingers. I wonder if he would like to watch me play with myself, maybe that will keep him stiff for a few minutes. When I see a woman in the street and we catch each other's eyes, you know that look, you just wonder what would happen if you talked with her. I think about going down on them, wondering what I would find, hairy or shaved, sweet or bitter. I'm sweet, thick clear sweet juices, most of the time anyway, depends what time of the month it is. Once he went down on me near my period, said I tasted tangy, metallic. Sure enough, when he fucked me, out it came stained with my blood. That was kind of exciting, I somehow felt closer to him knowing he had tasted that. He's getting excited, beginning to pump into my mouth, back off, just keep the head popping in and out. If he gets too close, use your teeth, just to cool him off, I want to take my time over this, enjoy him properly. If this is the closest I'm going to get to being fucked for a while, I'm going to make the most of it. I love the touch of him, fingers tightly ringed working him gently up and down. He likes it when I wank him and I like watching him spurt, feeling the hot wetness of him on my hand. He tastes a little bitter, though that depends what he's been eating. Today, he tastes nice; though we haven't started the main course yet, just some little dribbling. I remember the first time I did this. We had a great lunch, drunk far too much wine and pulled off the road into some scrub bushes. I went straight for it, just wanted to feel him in me and the car was too small to start playing gymnastics. I was bobbing up and down on him when he suddenly said stop, there's someone watching, and sure enough, there was some creep in the bushes hanging around wait to catch someone at it. Still it was nothing like that place we discovered outside Aostia, near Rome on the coast; the condom tree. It was about fifty metres off the road, a shaded glade you could drive under. Everywhere you looked there were condoms hanging of the branches. Really freaked us out, we reversed out of their with our tails between our legs. I was so fucking sexy, thinking of all the people that had been fucking there, that I wanted to get straight back to the campsite and fuck his brains out, but when we got back, the others had arrived. I remember him bringing me off with his hand while I lay on my tummy talking with the others; he'd worked his way into my shorts and gently stroked his finger in and out as I lay there, leaving it in me so I could work my muscles against it then slowly pulling it out and just as slowly pushing it back in again. The tension of laying there being finger fucked with everyone else around not having a clue of what he was doing to me was just astonishing. How I kept still or the others didn't notice, I will never know. He had such a surprise later when he went down on me and found I had shaved off my pubes in the shower as a kind of reward for him. Christ we had some good sex that night. It is memories like that, what we have shared, that make me want to help him over this little problem. Now you go away, let me concentrate on my sucking and stroking. I want to feel him lose control, to fill my mouth, don't want you in my head. He's nearly there now, maybe if I just finger his bum. Yes, that is what he wanted. Fill me my love, fill me until I overflow. Please send feedback or leave a Public Comment, I'm particularly interested in how you perceive the female in this story. Please vote, it's just a button press. neonlyte. The Blow Job I'll Never Forget Ever since I was a young woman, I've been curious about cocks; the way the feel both in my cunt and especially in my mouth. It always surprises me when I strip the man I am with and unwrap his "gift" to me. I LOVE the different sizes, big and small, thick and thin; every single one is a surprise and I LOVE to suck them all. My first "serious" boyfriend, he could have sworn I wasn't a virgin only because of my amazing oral skills... too bad he didn't last very long. I'm not a slut by any means, just love oral sex and went through many men. I am very sexual person, but in the bedroom it is strictly about my partner, not myself. At age 24 I met a man that rocked my world... It was summer, my husband at the time was a poor slob, he really didn't realize how unhappy I was. Through my husband I met a completely dreamy man, but he was married as well. At 25 and standing 6'1"(give or take 2-3") he towered over me... but I've always kind of liked that. He was married to a... well, I'll be polite and not mention my real feelings about his wife, but she wasn't good. She always suspected that there was something more than friendship, but there never was... just friendship with an EXTREME sexual tension. Maybe that's what she was picking up on, but I couldn't tell you for sure. Because of his wife, he and I drifted apart because well, I was tired of defending myself to her constant accusations. It was just stupid. But, by chance, he commented on something my brother's ex-girlfriend posted and we just happened to re-connect. It was great and it felt like absolutely no time had passed between us. I was nervous about talking to him again, I didn't know the status between him and his wife. Thank goodness he told me that they were no longer together and he had only limited time around her due to their son. I could have screamed in joy! I FINALLY was going to get the opportunity to get him in bed! We sat up all night talking on the computer, I TRIED to get him to call me on the phone, but he's such a stubborn ass, he wouldn't give in... I have never met someone as stubborn as I am but I knew that was part of the attraction. As we were talking, I asked if he'd like to see me because I had a webcam, being it had been 2 YEARS since he'd seen me, of course he said yes. I just so happened to be taking a shower, so I turned my webcam on and gave him a peep show, he couldn't believe his good fortune!! As I'm lathering myself up, I'm also kneeling down to type to him... I couldn't resist tormenting this incredibly dreamy man! I've always wanted to take a bite out of him every single time I've seen him... You'll have to forgive my rambling on about him, but he's the FINEST man I've seen. So, after giving him a peep show, we said our goodbyes and left it at that. A few hours later, I noticed him online again; I couldn't resist. I couldn't remember if I had my tongue pierced when we were hanging out before or not, so I turned my webcam on again and showed him. I also told him that I had picked up some skills and I would love to try them out on him. Of course he loved that idea, said he hadn't gotten any love in quite a few months; so as the good friend I am, I suggested we get together so I could help him out. Plus, I wanted to see just how big he was. Like I said, he's hot. We decided to get together the very next day. I picked him up from his house since I was out in town anyway and we went to my place. We simply chatted it up for a few hours; I wanted so badly to have him in my mouth, but I was waiting for him to make one little move so I knew he wanted the same thing. After about 3 cups of coffee with him he finally pulled me in for a kiss, bit my lip and said "suck me".... I couldn't have been more over-joyed if he carried me to the bedroom! Here I am a woman standing 5'6" and this incredibly sexy man wanted his cock in MY mouth! I couldn't wait!! I unbuckled his belt, slid him out of his jeans and boxers (I was hoping he was comando! Darn!!) He was already so hard... YUM!! I started licking and stroking his nice firm cock. I asked him if he'd ever had a decent blow job. He said he hadn't so I knew I needed to do a very very good job. I ran my tongue up and down his cock; licking it like it was a popsicle, slowly running up and down his amazing length. He had told me he was big, but I was quite shocked! I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth, on my tongue. He asked me if I swallowed; I told him honestly enough, it depended on my mood. Up and down his cock I slid... I didn't leave any section untouched by my tongue. Grateful the powers that be gave me a big mouth (I can fit a black plum in my mouth and still close my lips! It's a great conversational piece.) and virtually no gag reflex, I took his throbbing member into my mouth to the hilt... "God! He's HUGE!!" Rubbing my tongue ring in a zig-zag pattern, I moved up and down his manhood. "MMMMMM" I moaned around his perfectly shaped cock. All he could do is smile and sigh. I loved his cock: the shape, the texture, the way it curved; he was definitely a mouth full and then some. As I assaulted him with my tongue, I would also use my hand to increase his pleasure; twisting and turning, I made sure he had plenty of lubrcation as to not cause any friction from the fast pace in which I was jacking him off. I then resumed the assault with my tongue at a fevered pace. Up and down his shaft, around and around, zigzagging my tongue ring making sure that every inch was covered; I wanted to make sure this was something he would never forget. Humming slightly everytime I was at the hilt and and quickly licking his head, I varied my pace and technique. He was my lollypop and I was determined to make his senses soar. Round and round, up and down, I felt unstoppable. His sighs of pleasure encouraging me, I knew he was having a good time. I finally grabbed him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom so I could make him even more comfortable, since we hadn't made it there first. I laid him back and nudged his legs further apart. He was so gigantic! I had to take a moment to enjoy the sight of him laying back in expectation before I slicked him up with some saliva and went back to jacking him off... he moaned in pleasure. I never took my mouth far away just incase he came, and even though I was jacking him, my tongue was constantly licking his exposed head. Faster and faster my pace went. I wanted his cum. Between the hand job and the fellatio I didn't know how much longer he was going to last. Placing my mouth on his cock again, I made sure to push his limits of pleasure, and this time I was NOT letting up. I was bobbing and weaving, zig-zagging my tongue, sliding up and down his cock. I couldn't resist myself. He was climbing my walls at this point, just as I had told him he would. I was twisting my neck this way and that to make him wild and finally he whispered in a ragged voice those magic words... "I'm gonna cum." Eagerly I sucked his cock, I wanted him to explode in my mouth. He didn't fail to disappoint me as a few seconds after he uttered those magic words, I felt the warm explosion of sweet, salty, man juice in my mouth. I sucked every ounce of cum I could get out of him and continued tonguing him. He sat up, trembling, looked me dead in the eye, and said he couldn't take any more of my tongue torture. "So," I said, "How was it?" "Given the fact that I don't think I can stand right now... Oh my god!" "Told you I learned some new things," I said giving him another hungry look. "I hope we can do this again very soon." "As good as that was," he said, "You can suck me any time you want." Smiling, I helped him dress and took him back home. My thoughts were about the amazing 4 hours we spent together... And I hope I can suck him off again REAL soon. Did I mention, I love giving blow jobs?