My best ever blowjob
I was asked if I remember my first blowjob and whether or not it was memorable. I have to start with the fact that my memory is not very good. It never has been. So, I don't remember the first blowjob that I received.
I do, however, remember the _best_ blowjob that I ever received. It was 1996 and I was on a first date with Beverly, a middle-aged woman that I'd met in an AOL chatroom. I had taken her to a nice BBQ restaurant for a steak dinner. We went out to my truck after eating and began making out. She was an excellent kisser and we really seemed to be on the same wavelength regarding kissing--how much moisture, how much tongue, head angles, and so forth. Kissing soon led to heavy petting and, before long, she'd unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect cock. She stroked me for a little while using her hand and then, without saying a word, she went down on me.
I knew instantly that this blowjob was different than any that I'd received before. In addition to stroking me in and out, she was doing something with her tongue every once in a while--swirling it around the head of my cock, maybe? Whatever it was, it felt heavenly! She continued working on me for several minutes. Unfortunately, I wasn't getting any closer to orgasm. Prior to that, I'd never ejaculated as a result of a woman giving me a handjob or a blowjob. Neither of those ever "did it for me". I don't know why--maybe it's because the handjobs and blowjobs that I'd received up to that point hadn't been done very skillfully, or the women hadn't really "been into it".
I told her several times how heavenly it felt and what a fantastic job she was doing, but I finally admitted to her that I probably wasn't going to cum. Besides, I enjoyed eating pussy and I wanted to reciprocate. I told her it was her turn and she slouched back so I could pull down her pants and panties. I didn't waste any time fingering her, I just plunged my face into her crotch with the full intent of getting her off.
I was met with what was probably the worst-smelling pussy that I'd ever encountered. I don't know whether she had an active yeast infection or she just hadn't washed it in a while. I persevered for a minute or two, trying to hold my breath as much as I could, but just the thought of what I was licking got to me and I sat up. I really wanted her to know what I'd just done for her, so I kissed her without wiping my face. She didn't react and merely kissed me back passionately. Maybe her sense of smell was lacking.
I took her home shortly after that. We had one more date about a week later, in daylight. After dinner, I told her I wouldn't be calling her any more--that I just didn't feel a spark or a special chemistry between us.
I do, however, remember the _best_ blowjob that I ever received. It was 1996 and I was on a first date with Beverly, a middle-aged woman that I'd met in an AOL chatroom. I had taken her to a nice BBQ restaurant for a steak dinner. We went out to my truck after eating and began making out. She was an excellent kisser and we really seemed to be on the same wavelength regarding kissing--how much moisture, how much tongue, head angles, and so forth. Kissing soon led to heavy petting and, before long, she'd unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect cock. She stroked me for a little while using her hand and then, without saying a word, she went down on me.
I knew instantly that this blowjob was different than any that I'd received before. In addition to stroking me in and out, she was doing something with her tongue every once in a while--swirling it around the head of my cock, maybe? Whatever it was, it felt heavenly! She continued working on me for several minutes. Unfortunately, I wasn't getting any closer to orgasm. Prior to that, I'd never ejaculated as a result of a woman giving me a handjob or a blowjob. Neither of those ever "did it for me". I don't know why--maybe it's because the handjobs and blowjobs that I'd received up to that point hadn't been done very skillfully, or the women hadn't really "been into it".
I told her several times how heavenly it felt and what a fantastic job she was doing, but I finally admitted to her that I probably wasn't going to cum. Besides, I enjoyed eating pussy and I wanted to reciprocate. I told her it was her turn and she slouched back so I could pull down her pants and panties. I didn't waste any time fingering her, I just plunged my face into her crotch with the full intent of getting her off.
I was met with what was probably the worst-smelling pussy that I'd ever encountered. I don't know whether she had an active yeast infection or she just hadn't washed it in a while. I persevered for a minute or two, trying to hold my breath as much as I could, but just the thought of what I was licking got to me and I sat up. I really wanted her to know what I'd just done for her, so I kissed her without wiping my face. She didn't react and merely kissed me back passionately. Maybe her sense of smell was lacking.
I took her home shortly after that. We had one more date about a week later, in daylight. After dinner, I told her I wouldn't be calling her any more--that I just didn't feel a spark or a special chemistry between us.
4 years ago