I Let My Shy College Friend Use My Cock as Her Personal Blowjob Training Tool… And She Leveled Up

Back in freshman year, I had this cute, innocent-looking girl in my friend group. She was the type with big doe eyes, a killer smile, and that shy vibe that just screams “I’m dying to explore but too nervous to admit it.” We hung out a ton, but it was all platonic… until one wild night at a frat party.

We’d been downing tequila shots, laughing our asses off, when she pulls me aside and whispers in my ear, her cheeks flushing pink: “I’ve only given one blowjob in my life, and it was awful. I’m so insecure about it… do you think I could, like, practice on you? Just to get better?” My heart was pounding, and my dick was already twitching at the thought. Who says no to that? Not me.

We stumble back to my dorm, clothes flying off the second the door shuts. She drops to her knees, those soft lips hovering over my throbbing cock, and at first… yeah, it was messy. A little too much teeth scraping, not enough rhythm, but there was eagerness in her eyes. The way she looked up at me, begging for tips? “Like this?” she’d murmur, her tongue swirling tentatively around the tip. I guided her gently - Slower here, more suction there, use your hand to stroke the base - and she soaked it all up.

She started showing up at my place every other day after classes, texting me things like “Need more practice tonight? 😉” We’d lock the door, and she’d get right to work, her confidence building with every session. By week five, she was a goddess. Deepthroating me without gagging, her warm mouth enveloping every inch, those slurping sounds echoing in the room as she bobbed her head faster and faster. I’d grip the sheets, moaning her name, cumming hard down her throat—and she’d swallow every drop, then keep going until I was rock hard again.

One night, she made me explode three times in a row. First with her mouth alone, teasing my balls with her fingers. Then she climbed on top, grinding her wet pussy against me while sucking me off from the side—pure heaven. The third? She begged me to face-fuck her, her hands on my thighs pulling me deeper, tears streaming down her face from the intensity, but she loved it. “Fuck my mouth harder,” she’d gasp, and I’d lose it all over again.

We kept this up for months, no string. Eventually, life pulled us apart, different majors, new crowds, and I haven’t seen her in years. But scrolling through social media the other day, I spot her: married, glowing, with a hubby who probably has no idea his wife is a certified cock-sucking queen thanks to me.

Have you ever “practiced” like this? Or want to?