The first blowjob I gave was not to my boyfriend..
My first blowjob is the lie I love to tell. I always say it was to the boyfriend I had during sophomore year. My first time for everything: the blowjob, sex, and anal..all in one go. But it wasn’t that simple. It’s my favorite white lie to tell, but the truth is a lot dirtier, and no one’s ever known the truth. No, the first blowjob I ever gave was not to my boyfriend. It wasn’t even at the clean, perfectly-timed age of 16. Sure, the rest of that story is true, but the first time I ever sucked a cock, I was much, much younger..think: early middle school. It was all because I’d gotten caught up with some of the bad girls at school, and had dragged my friend Brenda into the chaos with me. We were running around with the slutty girls for a while, wearing makeup, wearing heels, getting sent home because our skirts were a little too short and we weren’t allowed to wear open-toe shoes or heels at school. It was a big mess, and her dad was not happy when he found out I was the reason she’d gotten involved with those girls!
The next time I spent the night at her house for a sleepover, he made it a point to set me straight. He caught me after we’d finished watching a movie and she was asleep, and I wandered off to get water. He intercepted it as soon as he saw me, giving me a quick, quiet lecture about the bad things that could come from me getting his daughter involved with those types of girls.. And I tried to put on the sweet face and say it’d all been a mistake, but he didn’t believe it, and chose to teach me a lesson by forcing me down on my knees. “If you wake her up or scream, I’ll tell her and your parents that you did it on your own.” I was panicked, so I went along with it. His hands tangled in my hair as he pulled his cock out, giving me a peek of it and forcing me to kiss it first, and stroke it. Little by little, he told me how to work my lips and tongue over it, even going as far as using the head of his cock to wipe my tears away. An inch at a time, he slid it down, making me choke on it a few times just for added punishment, and forcing me to look up at him the whole time. It wasn’t the only time, either – the old pervert loved to make me tear up from choking on his cock, and if I even stopped at Brenda’s house for a second, he found a way to make me his “good girl”.
