My First Time Swallowing a Man's Cum Changed Me

I knew I loved giving blowjobs the moment my tongue first made contact with a cock. I loved the way men moaned, the way their hands stroked my hair while I sucked, the little sighs and groans of pleasure I could elicit from them. I quickly learned just how much men appreciated it, how cute and sweet and helpless they seemed as I teased my way down their body, unzipping their pants, taking their erection into my hands and bringing it to my mouth. I quickly fell in love with giving head to my partners and couldn’t get enough … but for some reason, I never swallowed.

Maybe it was the older more experienced girls telling us how gross it tasted in the locker room one afternoon after practice. I remember them describing it as “battery acid” and “bleach”. Maybe it was just some deep-seated shame … a blowjob was okay, but swallowing was too far, too intimate. I never even let them cum in my mouth, always pulling out at the last second, stroking them with my hand, watching in fascination, each orgasm a surprise. I loved how different men would cum, sometimes forceful and powerful, an explosion landing on my face or breasts, other times a sensual flood, coating my hand and dripping down to their balls.

Sure, I had a small taste of precum here and there. I also recall one blowjob where I was lost in the moment and he didn’t warn me, the first shot of cum launching into the back of my throat as I quickly pulled out and finished him onto my face. I think that was the first spark of curiosity, a single small taste of cum that was, well, fine. Not gross, no awful taste, just a mildly salty warmth that I reflexively swallowed - albeit a little distracted by the torrent of cum covering my cheeks and lips.

After that first incidental taste, I got curious - wondering why I never finished them in my mouth. I remember going home that night, going online, insatiably queuing up video after video of women finishing cocks in their mouths, showing off their tongues coated in white fluid before swallowing. I remember grinding against my clit furiously, my legs and chest trembling as an aesthetically shot video showed a close-up of a beautiful cock pulsing and throbbing, emptying into a woman's partially open mouth. When my orgasm washed over me, I knew the next time I had a cock between my lips I would find out for myself.

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Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. I was at a party with Julia, my college roommate and best friend. We were a little tipsy and dancing when two guys, Ben and Adam, joined us. Adam and Julia had been flirting extensively the past few weeks, going as far as a tipsy makeout with some wandering hands. I knew Julia wanted more and was hoping tonight would be the night.

Ben was Adam’s cute roommate. Tall, a little lanky, messy brown hair. We had gotten to know each other by proximity, both of us hanging out several times while Adam and Julia flirted heavily over dinner or while watching a movie in one of our rooms. While I wouldn’t say we had “electric” chemistry, he was cute, polite, and I had gotten a peak of his well-defined abs one day in the campus gym. I’ve always had a thing for a well-defined V-line, and getting a glance at his led to some shameless fantasizing and social media stalking.

Anyways, a little later that night when Julia and Adam predictably disappeared back to his dorm room, Ben and I were left alone at the party. I remember playing a drinking game next to him, each of us bantering and flirting with each other, his hands making the first few exploratory touches of my arms and back. I leaned into him, hinting that I wanted more, feeling myself turned on and at ease by his confidence and easy humor.

Thankfully Ben sensed this too, and for the next thirty minutes or so as we continued to drink and dance and socialize, the flirting and touching intensified. When we found ourselves on the makeshift dance floor again, my ass pressed back against him as his long arms wrapped around my waist and applied an intoxicating pressure against my abdomen. I knew I would be swallowing his cum that night. I got myself more and more turned on as I danced against him, feeling him grow harder and harder, my mouth watering at the thought of freeing his cock and taking it into my mouth.

I wanted him to be the one to take me, to suggestively hint that it was time to go. When his hands slid up my waist though, boldly coming within an inch of my breasts, his fingers teasing the fabric of my tank top and the bottom wire of my bra, I couldn’t wait any longer. I spun around to face him as he pulled me into his waist by my lower back. My face felt hot, and before I could say anything about leaving his lips were on mine in the middle of the crowded living room dance floor.

Fuck - he was such a good kisser, definitely the best I had experienced at the time. I instantly melted into him, my mind slipping into a primal horny sea of pleasure as our lips and tongues explored each other. I could feel my pussy throbbing, my clit starting to ache and my panties feeling warm and damp. He broke the kiss first, pulling back as my head instinctively followed, wanting more.

He had a smug but adorable grin, then whispered to me, “Seeing as they’re probably back at my room …”, his voice trailing off as I nodded, my face flush and my eyes locked on his.

I quickly said, “Yeah, let’s go to mine. I’ll text Julia a headsup”, my voice breathy and needy. He took my hand and pulled me through the crowded house, my brain only thinking about one thing. We sped walked back to my dorm, giggling as we walked past the front desk RA’s who gave us a knowing smile. He playfully grabbed my ass as I walked up the stairs in front of him, sending a chill through my body.

There was no pause or hesitation in our need for each other as we entered my room. I was barely able to turn on the lamp next to my bed before he closed the door and had his hands wrapped around my waist. I giggled as he pulled me back to him, spinning me around and wrapping his hands around my ass. I leaned into him, placing my hands against his chest as we kissed, getting lost in another very sensual makeout.

Our lips drifted, necks and ears and jawlines being kissed, both of us breathing heavily, my hands eventually finding their way under his shirt and tracing along his well defined abs. I could feel myself aching to be filled, and as he kissed my neck and I gasped out my fingers went on autopilot and quickly unbuttoned his pants.

As I was trying to get his zipper undone, he lifted me effortlessly and placed me on my bed. I let out a soft whimper as my hands reached again for his pants, but he grinned and spoke for the first time since entering my room, saying “I really want to taste you Emma”.

As much as the thought of him going down on me excited me, I couldn’t wait any longer. My mind was set on one thing, my mouth salivating and imagining what he would feel like between my lips. As he started to take off my jeans and my hips instinctively lifted for him, I regained composure long enough to blurt out “wait”.

He immediately stopped, and as he started to ask if I was alright I realized how sudden I had interrupted him, causing me to giggle. I continued more calmly “no sorry not like that … I just really want to give you head first”.

A wide smile of relief flashed on his face before he jokingly said, “Shit, you don’t have to tell me twice”, then climbed up on my bed and kissed me as I straddled him. As I was pushing him back to lean against the wall and my pillows, his fingers hooked under the hem of my top and tugged it up over my head. I leaned in and kissed him again while he fumbled with my bra, and after letting him struggle for a few seconds I laughed and took it off for him, letting my breasts fall out in front of his face.

The little moan he let out as he grabbed my breasts and pulled me closer to his face only made me want him more, and I had to brace myself with a hand on the wall above his head as he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked on it. The jolt of pleasure went straight to my clit, and I ground into his waist as his hand grabbed my ass and pulled me down against his erection even harder.

In between moans I playfully teased “ugh enough Ben or you’re never getting your dick sucked”. He let go of my nipple, giving my opposite breast a kiss, then moaned out “fine you’re just so fucking hot”, making me blush as I pulled off his shirt.

“God I love your abs” I said, my fingers tracing down his v-line and returning to his zipper. I pressed my palm against his throbbing erection as I pulled the zipper down, his hips rising to allow me easier access to slip his jeans off. I hooked my fingers beneath both his jeans and his boxers, sliding them down. His cock sprang outwards dramatically, bouncing back and forth before standing up perfectly straight.

I probably looked a little stunned when I tossed his jeans aside. I had gotten a sense from all the grinding that he was big, but I was looking now at the largest cock I had seen to date. He was probably 7.5” and had a nice girth, and his balls looked heavy and needy. Ugh just thinking about it now while I write has me shifting in my seat, and I remember the soft smile on his face as I curled my fingers around his shaft and slowly pumped up and down.

I moaned out a soft “Fuck Ben you’re cock is so pretty” … and I meant it. My body went into autopilot, my brain shutting off as I started to do what I did best. Letting go of his cock and sliding my right hand up to feel his abs again, I leaned down and brought my left up his thigh to massage his balls. My right hand traced back down, my fingernails dragging against his taught skin.

I gripped his shaft again, slipping my thumb up underneath his tip, massaging it as I brought my lips within an inch of him. I breathed out a warm breath of air, then let a slow drool of spit fall from my lips onto his tip. I rubbed it in with my thumb as I massaged his balls, looking up at him with a wild grin, meeting his gaze as his chest rose and shuddered out a moan.

I couldn’t wait any longer, noticing a bead of precum forming on his tip, needing to taste him. My lips parted and my tongue stretched out, swirling around his tip, then taking him in one smooth motion. The fullness of his cock felt perfect in my mouth, not too big to make my jaw hurt, but just big enough where it was the only thing I could think about.

I got warmed up, letting my spit drool down him, using the extra lubricant to pump his base up and down with my hand. As I got into a good rhythm, his moans growing louder and his hips starting to move in unison with my head, I tried taking him a little deeper. Something clicked as his cock started to push against the back of my throat - maybe I was just more turned on than I previously ever had been, or maybe it was something about him - but when I hit that wall where I’d usually instinctively pull back or gag … nothing.

I went deeper and deeper, my mind a warm, pulsing haze of cock and pleasure and desire. My lips reached my fingers, and as my hand fell flat against him and slipped back up to his abs I went lower. I had my eyes closed, hearing him mutter out “holy shit baby”, my throat swelling and my eyes starting to water.

Finally when I felt I couldn’t go any further I held my head steady, using my tongue to massage the underside of his shaft, his hands finding my hair and gently caressing it. The contrast of his fingers delicately stroking my head while my throat swelled with the pressure of his cock was electrifying, and as I started to pull back, a generous amount of saliva escaping my lips, his hands gripped my hair firmer and firmer.

As I pulled my lips off of him and took a breath, he angled my head to look up at him. He had a look of amazement on his face, his eyes wide while sporting a hilariously boyish smile. I giggled at the sight, sure that my face was a mess of mascara and tears and saliva. I loved it. I blew him a kiss and told him “I like you playing with my hair …” kissed the tip of his cock, took another deep breath, then using my most seductive gaze and eyes said “I really want to taste your cum Ben”.

He groaned as I took him back between my lips, a single thought in my mind. I sucked him relentlessly, listening to his breathing and moans, finding the rhythm that made his legs shake and his groans grow louder and louder. I massaged his balls again and could feel them tightening, could feel his cock somehow growing larger and firmer in my mouth. I kept my eyes closed, believing that if I looked up at him I’d get distracted from my mission. It was the first time I’d truly ever felt “cock drunk”, and I loved it. I needed it. His cock and his pleasure was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

When his moans grew ragged and loud I knew I was close to my prize. He stuttered out a low “fuck … Emma fuck … oh god I’m so close …”.

I held his balls firmly and squeezed his shaft with my right hand again while rhythmically sucking him. I moaned onto his cock, making an “mmmhhhmmm” noise, trying to encourage him to let go.

Suddenly, it happened. A low, long groan. His hips pushed up, his cock pulsing on the back of my tongue. His legs spasmed against my body and his hands once again found locks of my hair as his body shuddered and tensed and tensed, and then I felt it. A flood of cum entered my mouth. Warm. Hot. Sticky. It coated my tongue, filling my mouth. It didn’t taste amazing, but it also didn’t taste bad. Salty, a little sour, but a hint of sweetness maybe? Nowhere near as bad as I had envisioned.

I loved the feeling of his cock pulsing between my lips. I loved the noises he made. And honestly, I loved the feeling of my mouth full of his cum. Once his orgasm subsided I looked up at him, slowly letting his cock out from between my lips, trying not to spill a drop. I grinned as a single drip of his cum fell from the corner of my mouth onto his abdomen, then opened wide and showed him what he had done. He smiled and said “holy shit” watching intently as I closed my mouth and swallowed.

His hands immediately grabbed my waist and pulled me up towards him as he laughed and said “that was the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten oh my god Emma”, causing me to giggle. I distinctly remember still feeling a drop of his cum on my lip as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down, his lips finding mine as he kissed me. Being somewhat still inexperienced I felt like I shouldn’t tongue kiss him with his cum still on my lips and having just swallowed, but he didn’t seem to care and pushed his tongue past my lips.

I instantly found his abandon so hot, my hips grinding into his bare cock, moaning into his mouth as we made out again. As the reality of everything was rushing through me, he pulled back and said “okay, my turn please”, rolling me off of him and ripping my pants off in one quick and mind numbingly hot motion.

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*I'm going to leave it there … if there’s interest I can continue the story of that first night with Ben, but I’ll be writing plenty more about him later as we eventually started dating :)*

*Hope you enjoyed! As always any feedback or thoughts are appreciated <3*