Accidentally coming on her face [MF]

The idea of coming on a woman's face was a real turn-on for me, back then, before I'd ever done it. I'd fantasised so many times about finishing across Emma, my first proper girlfriend.

But at that age, at nineteen, I was too shy to ask for what I really wanted. And I assumed Emma wouldn't be into it. I thought she'd be horrified if I even suggested it.

But then it happened.

It was a Sunday afternoon in summer. Her parents were away for the weekend and I'd spent all of it at Emma's place, mostly naked. We were fucking on her bed, sunlight streaming in through her open window, illuminating her perfectly.

Emma was lying beneath me, staring up at me, her face flushed, her blue eyes open wide. I'd never seen anyone more beautiful. She was so pretty it hurt. I was so intensely in love with her, obsessively so, the way you only can be at that age, full throttle, without any experience of ever being hurt.

She felt as good as she looked, warm and tight and wet around my cock in her. Emma was running her hands over me eagerly, like she was just as enthralled with me as I was with her. Emma was making these horny moaning-panting sounds as I screwed her, and that was best of all, even better than how she looked and felt, that I was giving her pleasure, that was what really got me off.

I was trying to hold my own orgasm back, but she was too much for me. I was desperate to draw that moment out, but the feel of her, Emma grinning up at me as she made those breathy noises, I couldn't.

"I'm going to come," I said to her redundantly, as if Emma couldn't tell by how I was groaning. I slid my dick out of her, as, like the young idiots we were, Emma wasn't on birth control and we didn't like using condoms (don't worry, I never got her pregnant, thank fuck).

I usually finished on her belly if we were in missionary, on mine if she was on top, or on her ass if I was behind her. Emma seemed to like me coming on her body, although she'd never said as much. She watched me that afternoon as I jacked my cock as I knelt over her.

But I was so turned-on that day, so intoxicated with love for her, that I came even harder than usual, so hard my vision went a little blurry.

My jizz really erupted out of me, arcing further than it normally did. The first spurt painted a line of glistening white across Emma's pert little tits and higher, across her left cheek.

Emma gasped.

I froze.

Like the fool I was at that age, I stopped thinking. I didn't know what to do. I didn't move. And I kept coming.

Jet after jet of jism pumped out of me. It went all over Emma, all over her pretty face. It spattered across her as my dick throbbed, stripes and globs of my come decorated her chin and cheeks and forehead. It went into her blonde hair.

Fuck.

I knew I was in big trouble.

But then Emma was laughing, a great riotous release of delight and glee.

She raised herself up, she got her face even closer to my gushing prick. Emma rocked it side-to-side, directing me all over her. As Emma laughed and moaned, my jizz fell into her open mouth.

I'd expected her to be appalled, but Emma absolutely revelled in it. She ran her fingers through my come on her. She licked it off her fingertips. She looked frenzied, her skin was blushing scarlet, her eyes shining. 

Emma took my dick between her lips as my climax fell away, she sucked and swallowed the last of me, as if she couldn't bear for the moment to end.

We talked about it after. I told Emma how much I'd fantasised about coming on her face. She'd told me she had, too, but that she'd been way too shy to ask for it. 

It became a frequent event after that, a kink that we both adored. And what better sex is there than when it's with the girl you love, doing something that both turns you on so much.