A Blowjob

April’s lips on your cock was a new sort of feeling, but it was her tongue that sent shivers up your spine. You’d jerked off enough with lubricants that her lips weren’t some shocking feeling. A tongue was different though. A tongue slithered and prodded and pushed and felt in a way that lips didn’t.

You groaned, and April smiled as she licked her way around the crown of your cock, the tip of her tongue following the curve of the ridge.

“Holy crap,” you groaned.

April giggled warmly as she took your cock in her mouth and started to suck, her tongue playing against the bottom of the head. She moaned as she went a little deeper, slurping on your cock as her lips spread around your thickness. She used one hand to hold your cock at the base, slowly stroking you there, and her other one teased against your fuzzy sack. Should you have shaved down there? You’d never expected that this would be happening, that it was something you would need to consider. Did guys shave their balls, or did they wax them or something? Wouldn’t shaving leave a razor burn? But wouldn’t waxing hurt like hell?

You’d never had a reason to wonder.

April gagged softly about halfway down and backed off, leaving a trail of spit on your cock that she swept up with her stroking hand and used to lube her fingers. She slowly pulled her lips all the way off your cock, coming off the head with a pop, and swallowed.

“You’re so pretty,” you said, feeling kind of dumb at the blunt outburst.

“Thanks,” she said with a genuine smile. “You're thick as hell down here, Ollie. If I even want to think about deep-throating you, I’ll need to do some practising first.” Her smirk was delightful, but the way she went back to licking and sucking you was even better.

You groaned as she worked you over, kissing up and down the sides of your shaft. Tongue all over the head. Slurping and sucking. She went slow, and then she went fast, drool dripping from her lips as she looked up at you and drove her mouth down on your cock.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes, though it felt like longer, before the urge to come rose quickly.

“April!” you warned her, stuttering a little as your breath hitched.

She pulled off of you and positioned her face right at the end of your cock, her lower lip acting as a resting point for the glands as she jerked your shaft with both hands. “Come for me, Ollie. Come all over my face. Use this magnificent cock and dump your big, fat, sweet load all over my face, baby. I want to feel like a total slut for you. Can I do that? Can I be your- Yeeessss!”

Her teasing, sexual diatribe ended in a hiss as you groaned and came.

You couldn’t remember it ever feeling this good by yourself with your hand. It was primal. Your hips rocked as your legs and arms flexed. You wanted to watch, wanted to see it happening, but the **** of the pleasure racking from your balls to your brain overwhelmed you and you squeezed your eyes shut.

The need to breathe is what broke you out of the hold of paralysis from the orgasm, and your whole body slumped as you exhaled what you’d been holding and then sucked in a breath greedily. You blinked your eyes open and looked down at April, who was laughing throatily as she slowly stroked your cock. There were at least a half dozen thick streaks of your cum across her lips, cheeks and glasses; two of them even reached up to her forehead. She was covered like in a porno.

“Oh my God,” you groaned.

“That was so fucking good, Ollie,” April said, breathing deeply. Then she took the head of your cock in her mouth and sucked softly, pulling the last dregs out of you and sending shivers through your body. “Mmm, you could do to eat a bit more fruit, but not bad.”

“Thank you,” you panted.

“Oh, baby,” April said, standing and taking off her glasses, leaving her looking a little like a cartoon with a clear ring around her eyes and the rest of her face plastered. “Please, that was my pleasure. Honestly, you’ve got a great cock. Let me go clean off my face.”

She skipped away, but stopped after a few steps and turned back to you with a grin as she held a hand under her chin. “Almost lost some,” she laughed. “I guess it makes sense, big balls to go with a big cock.” She winked and turned, moving a little more fluidly towards the bathroom. You heard the sink running.

You had to blow out a breath and look around. That was… amazing. But what happened now? Your cock was half-hard, drooping between your legs, and you swallowed and decided you should probably put it away.

April came back out as you were buttoning your slacks again. “Wait, what’s wrong?” she asked. Her face and glasses were clean and she shot you a concerned look.

“Nothing,” you said. “I just thought-”

“Baby, nonono,” April said, coming over and dropping to her knees in front of you, quickly undoing your pants again and pulling them and your boxers down. “I’m not done unless this has been too much for you. Do you want to be done?”

“Well, no,” you said.

“Then we keep going,” she said, standing and starting to pull your shirt up.

You immediately caught her wrists, stopping her. She looked at you curiously and you knew you were blushing.

“Oh, Ollie,” she sighed, giving you a soft look. She leaned in and kissed you.

“I’m just-” you said, but didn’t know how to say what you were feeling.

“Shh,” she hushed softly and sat you back down. She sat on your knee, getting close to you. “Ollie, I keep just… assuming things, I guess. I keep thinking of the confident guy from earlier and forgetting that this isn’t anywhere near normal for you. I- I already told you I like you, right?” You nodded, and she continued. “Well, I like all of you, OK. I don’t mind that you’re overweight. I actually kind of like a bigger guy. You’ve got big hands that I want to feel on my body, and even like this I can feel you’re warm like a furnace.”

“I just don’t like… me,” you admitted.

“Oh, Ollie,” she sighed sadly and leaned in and kissed you. “Then let me like you, at least for now.”

You didn’t know what to do with the feeling in your heart. You were scared, and anxious, but also felt so… wanted in a way you never had before.

You let April pull your shirt, and then your undershirt off of you. Your fat was just there for her to see, and you were kind of amazed that she didn’t stare. Didn’t stop and laugh, or even smirk a little. You were naked, and April just leaned in and kissed you.

Then she took your hands in hers and brought them around her back, directing them to the clasp of her bra. You fumbled once but could feel how it worked, and on the second try the elastic released and the garment went a little looser on her.

She pulled away from the kiss and sat back on your knee, shrugging out of the bra and revealing her amazing, round breasts to you. They were big enough that it would take your entire hand from the base of your palm to your fingertips to hold them, and her areolas were a couple of shades darker than her warm, caramel skin with two perfect little buds for nipples.

“Now my panties?” April suggested as she rose to her feet, standing between your legs.

You leaned forward and hooked your fingers into her waistband, pulling the panties down her thighs. She had a short wedge of a brown bush that matched her hair, and two little tan pussy lips with the bump of her clit hood just visible between them.

April stepped out of her panties and ran a thumb over her nipple as she let you stare at her. Then she licked her lips. “Can I be your first, Ollie?”

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