My First Blow Job

My name is Nadia. I was born and raised to a catholic family in an east European country. My upbringing was so conservative that from the time I reached puberty until my eighteenth birthday I hardly talked to a boy other than my brothers. All my information about sex didn't go beyond the one session of the biology class about human reproductive system. Basically, that man helps woman, somehow, to get pregnant and bear babies.

I admit my knowledge about sex was lagging behind the average girl who's three or four years through pubescence. I just wasn't paying too much attention to what the other girls, or even my sisters and brothers, were talking and giggling about secretively. My artistic hobbies and day dreaming took most of my spare time, and worth to mention, philosophy and psychology were my favorite classes.

One Sunday, when most of the girls and boys were engaged in some activities in the church yard, I was sitting alone on a bench watching the others with a mix of social indifference and mental curiosity. Then I noticed a young man sitting alone few feet away.

He was good looking. He has green eyes, clean skin, and rather handsome face. His loneliness kind of jolted me out of my loneliness, and as he looked back at me, I reckoned it's good time to start a conversation with the male species for the first time in my adult life.

"Hi, is it your first Sunday...in...here..." I stammered, "I mean I have never seen you in this church before!"

"I don't usually go to church." He replied, "Besides, I'm not from this neighborhood. I'm just visiting some family relatives." It turned out I know his relatives.

He moved closer to me and after exchanging few preliminary questions, we got engaged in a conversation that involved religion, interests, and personal information.

We wandered out of the church to the streets while we were talking, and I learned his name's Alex. He grew up in another city, graduated from business school, enlisted in the army, and he is two years older than me. I had a fleeting thought of a conflict between the army and his looks. It looked to me he doesn't look tough enough to be in the army. Anyway, a lot of young looking boys get enlisted.

We met on the next two days in the presence of some of my brothers and sisters. In such short period, I was convinced that Alex is intelligent and has a sense of humor. After a couple of days, he'd to go back to his barracks.

After about a month, Alex showed up in the company of my older brother, and I was taken by surprise when he proposes to me. He had to do that in the presence of my older brother according to our tradition, since my father was not alive. I figured out he talked it over with my brother before they came to see me; however, I gladly accepted his proposal, sure that love will tie up our souls.

After about a year, Alex came to the end of his enlisting commitment and got a job in a shipping company, and after another six months we married.

I wasn't mistaken. Alex's a loving and caring person, and we share a lot of understanding. We traveled to many countries during and after our honeymoon. Alex is also talented, and I learned many things from him. He taught me, among other things, how to play tennis, swimming, playing cards, and above all, love.

Although I had no prior sexual experience, he satisfied me in bed, and he still satisfies me. I had no prior knowledge about the strength or the size of the male reproductive organ. According to what I acquired of sexual knowledge later, Alex has normal sexual powers, but I believe he has a lot of technique. His hands know its way to every sensitive spot and every sensual curve in the woman's body, and he is also a good kisser.

Nevertheless, etlik escort in the beginning I found that paying too much attention to my butt was little unusual. He loves to feel it, grab it, and shake it, not to mention that doggy style is his favorite position. He'd never miss the opportunity to grab or finger my butt in public place whenever no one is looking.

At home Alex likes to stay naked most of the time, and he likes to see me naked all the time. He would entice me into sex two or three times a day. We usually go through all the positions during every session, starting off with me on top, riding his dick, and ending up with me flat on my tummy and Alex stretching on top of my back or cuddling me from behind, spoon fashion, after we have finished our usually loud love-making.

Due to my lack of experience, I used to imitate what he does, like caressing his anus, or hugging him from behind, or mounting his back while lying face down on bed.

Going down on him was to me an amazing experience; actually, it was a turning point in our life.

Alex would kiss and lick my body down to my pubic hair. He could kiss between my inner thighs and my pussy, but he wouldn't really insert his tongue inside my pussy. On the other hand, he never asked me to go down on him, or try to bring his penis near my mouth, or even make any indication that he wanted that. On my part, being raised in conservative home, I never thought that there is any reason for a woman to take the male organ in her mouth. Interestingly, after about four months of marriage, it was me who took the initiative.

One afternoon, after Alex took his time kissing and working up my body, he laid on his back, lifted me on top of his chest, and waited for me to ride on his dick as usual; nonetheless, I had another thought. I had a great urge to get closer to that hot puffed up thing that goes throbbing inside me, stretching its length, and gets very stiff before filling me with a pervasive hot liquid.

I found myself sliding down involuntarily under the cover while kissing Alex's neck and chest and sucking on his nipples, but before venturing any further I paused--feeling that what I was doing does not conform to my cultural norms. I listened to my racing heart beat and feeling the blood rushing in my veins, pounding like hundred sledgehammers in my head, and making me feel very hot.

I took time slithering down on Alex's chest towards his stomach. I felt his prick growing larger and stronger, and it was plowing in my stomach heading up between my tits.

I was alert to any signal of disapproval from Alex, but I felt that he was holding his breath.

Nevertheless, was I ready to stop and reverse direction? I doubt it.

Once that hot rod snuggled between my tits, I became mesmerized and moving on cruise control.

Then I took a longer pause, or say a rest of the nerve racking journey. I stayed there for a while, enjoying the feeling of the stout shaft twitching like a trapped animal between my tits, the soft bag at one end radiating warmth on my belly, and another rather congested two lobed head prodding on my chin.

I took more time licking and kissing Alex's loins, every mound and grove of muscles of his tense flat stomach, and his belly button. When I reached the train buffer I circled around it, just nosing around his pubic hair and balls. I moved below to kiss his thighs, and I was amused when his thighs twitched. I found out that he is ticklish in the inner thighs.

At that point my knees reached the mattress edge, and I crouched to stop falling off the bed. Feeling sort of guilty doing what could be something abnormal, I pondered going up straight to Alex's ankara eve gelen escort face and let my pussy engulf his dick in the way upward. But when I started moving up, he moved up too, propping his back with the pillows. I took it as a signal to stay where I was and refocus on what I was up to.

Only then I realized that I wasn't seeing anything under the bed cover. I pushed the cover back behind my head and peered ahead to see where I'm. There were faint rays of sunlight coming through the tiny slots of the closed shutters. My sight traveled along Alex's parted legs, and I saw it on a distance, standing tall with a glittering spot on its top, like a single street lamp post at the end of a blind alley. I kept my eyes on it and started crawling forward on my belly.

When my head reached Alex's dick I kissed the shaft. It was searing hot. I went past it with my face and ear and trapped it between my neck and left shoulder. I rubbed my left cheek on it up and down, feeling the smoothness and tenderness of its skin.

Before I reach out to hold it, I felt it boiling inside. Alex groaned loudly. His whole body went very tense, and a fountain of hot liquid erupted on my cheek and shoulder, messing up my hair and the bed cover.

I had a mixed feeling of astonishment, awkwardness, and guilt. I buried my face in his belly, and held his legs tightly. I might have thought that he'll take off and fly.

It took him few minutes to stop groaning, but his body bucked a couple of times with couple spurts of cum, then he went completely limp.

Suddenly, he grabbed my armpit and jerked me up with such violence unknown to him. I thought that he was going to beat me up, but he brought my face close to his face. His lips literally, shot forward and grabbed my lips. He sucked my lips so intensely that it hurt me. I thought that he will wipe out the lips from my face.

After few moments, looked to me like hours, he let go of my lips, looked in my eyes, and said, "I love you." Then he went back quickly to suck my lips.

When we finished kissing, my lips were swollen and hurting. We were both emotionally exhausted, and I collapsed on his chest.

After a while, I thought Alex was falling asleep. My curiosity was killing me. I kind of wanted to see what happened to that violent animal I was so close to catch minutes ago.

I wanted to kiss Alex, but my lips were badly swollen; so I just moved my mouth and nose on his cheeks and neck several times, then I let my body slide down to his left side keeping my head on top with my right cheek on his chest, looking towards his groin.

It was there, coiled like a sleeping cat.

I moved my hand on Alex's stomach, and I saw that animal stirring in its sleep. When my hand drew closer to Alex's pubic hair his dick craned its head up. I kind of expected it to turn its head around and look to me. I pulled my right arm from my side and placed my whole right side across Alex's stomach. I was looking closer to the now rampant dick and getting ready to resume the unfinished job.

Having Alex's head behind me and his dick in front of me, I was kind of looking to his dick as a separate entity.

I petted the head then moved my fingers with great care along the shaft. I found out that it is not as strong as it was during the first encounter, but it was noticeably hot. I cupped the soft bag in my hand and encircled the base with my fingers, and it swayed with a little poke from my index finger. I directed it to point strait towards my face. Slowly, it grew longer and bigger. I moved my head closer, and the dick's girth became stout, and the head started to pop up, kind of meeting my challenge. gaziosmanpaşa escort I paused for a moment, weighing the gravity of the action I'm going to take.

Then, I made up my mind. I moved my fingers through the folds of the soft skin of the warm pouch at the base. Then I extended my tongue gingerly and I had my first taste of the liquid oozing out of the single eye. It tasted thick and pungent. Another pause, and then I extended my lips forward and gave it a kiss. That was enough to stir it up to its full erection; so it pulled away from my mouth. So, I had to draw closer with my body and raise my head to meet that animal's head.

I pressed on the shaft to lower the head down and lowered my mouth on it. I held it with my lips and rotated my tongue around the sleek and slippery head. I kissed the flared circle of the head. I ran my tongue along the shaft up and down, and I worked with my mouth, nose, and cheek on every part of that arrogant creature.

At that moment, feeling that I had tamed this wild animal, I started to pay attention to the presence of the owner, Alex. He was very quiet, other than moaning softly, and I could hear different sounds under the softness of his stomach. He was probably trying not to interrupt what I was doing, but I could feel his hand roaming very slowly around my butt. His fingers were working hard to part my butt cheeks, and his middle finger went deeper in my butt hole. Meanwhile, his right hand was working furiously on my back, tickling my spine, kneading my shoulder blades and my neck, pushing my head tentatively towards his dick.

At this point I pondered what would Alex want to be done to his dick.

I figured out that my mouth should work the way my pussy does, which is accommodating Alex's dick. So, I took the head in my mouth and let my lips slid down onto the shaft as far as I could go until the head hit my throat. I stayed there for a while, then I tightening my lips grip around the shaft and pulled my head back.

Alex's moaning grew louder.

A couple of lips strokes up and down the swollen shaft, and I heard the now familiar groan. Alex's grip tightened on my back and hip. His stomach muscles became as hard and tough as cobblestones. He arched his back, thrusting his hips up, and I felt his head and torso rising up behind me. His breathing quickened, and he gave a loud whooping cry before his dick twitched vigorously in my mouth, and a geyser of hot liquid exploded in my mouth.

I kind of considered avoiding the previous mess by taking all the cum in my mouth, but it was more than what I expected and what my mouth can hold; so I had to let go his dick from my mouth, and it showered my face and sprayed cum in all directions.

After he calmed down, I turned my head to see Alex's face. He grabbed my head by the hair, pulled it back toward his face, and plant a long kiss on my lips. Cum dripping from my mouth and on my face didn't bother him. He actually licked some of it while giving me the same passionate kiss he gave me before.

"Did you like what I have done?" I asked.

"I loved it, and I love you!" he said.

For long time after that day, I kept wondering how I did that. What was this driving force that led me to go down on a man, although he was my husband. I tried, discretely, to inquire about blow job from my sisters and my friends. I found out that most of them know about it, and so many of them were doing it with their husbands or boyfriends. But for myself, I never knew about it before.

I was also curious to know what Alex thought about me for doing it. Could he think that I knew about blow job? Or could he think that I may have gone down on another man before marriage? He never asked.

After that day, blow job became the cream of our love-making; I would never miss the opportunity to go down on Alex, in bed, in the kitchen, in the car, at the beach, even on the train once. I would love to hold his dick, kiss it, hug it, and even talk to it; that one day, Alex joked about getting jealous of his dick.