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Prematurely ejaculating the first time being blown, I remember being embarrassed cumming off in her mouth so soon. Practically as soon as she wrapped her lips around my cock, stroked me with one hand, while cupping my balls with her other, I exploded a huge volume of cum. Never have I been as sexually excited. As soon as I exploded in her mouth, swallowing all I deposited, she accepted all of my cum without pulling away and without spitting out any of it.
Even though only a select few women in the neighborhood sucked cock, the ones that did didn't swallow. Too many spit and only certain ones, we all knew who they were, gave a blowjob, at all, anyway. Everyone wanted a blowjob from one of the women, who sucked cock, but no one wanted to date them or even be seen talking to them. A time of mixed messages and crossed signals, nothing, especially sex was out in the open and everything was swept beneath the carpet.
To be continued...
- COMMENTS
roned63over 7 years agoSusan, I first saw, touched and tasted a pussy when I was a junior in high school. It was in the back seat of the family car and the girl was a beautiful, brown-haired and horny vixen. I tried to fuck her, but couldn't get the rubber on. She told me to forget the rubber as she was "hungry" and didn't want to wait. I kept thinking about getting her pregnant and didn't put it in. I never got that close to having sex again until I was in the Marine Corps in Okinawa. If you don't have sex with a girl or woman under those circumstances, you are either gay or a eunuch. Since I was neither, I fucked my first girl there. Her name was Satchico Higa and she guided me through my first sexual experience. I still remember it as though it was yesterday and often wonder about what happened to her and how she is now.
KingCuddleover 7 years agoI'm not going to read enough of your lengthy catalog to know, for sure; however,
I sense that you will get higher scores...by giving "us" readers more unfolding dialog...and fewer observation asides?
It's looking to me like your choice of content is your most effective talent?
LOVE your ambition level...!!!
tmbttdover 8 years agoAbout six years ago my first lover...the mother of my first ever girl friend...and the wife/mother who invited me to surrender my virginity to and who became pregnant with two of my babies (abortions) passed away.
Alice, my girlfriend's mother (if I really had a girlfriend when I was just 15), showed me more about womanhood, sex, feelings, jealousy, giving-taking-sharing, teaching, confessing and jealousy, etc., than anyone else on this planet. Ultimately Alice taught me love.
As I read your stories I often see Alice and whether the blonde in the photo is actually you or not the photo has more than a striking resemblance to Alice.
Alice taught me that making love was like a fine Three Act Play in which Act One is Foreplay. Act Two is the climactic scene consisting of at least mutual orgasms, and then Alice taught me what has become my most favorite of the Acts: Act Three or Post-Play.
When Alice became pregnant with my first baby apparently on my 16th birthday, we had long discussions of what it meant for her to be pregnant, me a father, the age difference, me a minor--her a married wife of a prominent businessman and through all this her daughter and my relationship...her daughter never knew until much, much later the relationship her mother and I had. I went with her to see her gynecologist who was informed I was Alice's lover...and that good man was NOT judgmental, but actually helped Alice and I make a joint decision: abortion. I was in his office when Alice aborted and I held her hand while wiping her forehead with a cool, damp wash cloth and kept telling her that I loved her...all the while tears flowed out of both of our eyes. I still marvel at the emotions I felt that day what how really young I was to experience that event.
A second pregnancy occurred when I graduated from high school and rather than go off to college like my parents had I opted to stay home and attend the local community college. Alice's daughter thought that was part of her and my courtship, and by that time her daughter came out and frankly asked why I was not having sex with her for she obviously wanted to have sex with me (Alice had asked me to restrain having sex with her daughter until we were absolutely certain we were in love with each other...Alice said she would remove any sexual anxieties I might have and did she ever!).
After community college I went on to the university to complete by bachelors, but by then Alice's daughter tired of the fact that her and my relationship was obviously not going to the next level, so during spring break she met a boy, fucked him, got pregnant and they eloped. She was somewhat surprised that I was not upset. Why should I be? I was in love with her mother...and she was in love with me.
Fast forward. Alice and her husband sold their business and had an opportunity to take on a new business at twice the size and profit hence they moved to the west coast leaving me on the east coast where by then I was in my third year of teaching and going for tenure.
For the next almost 55 years Alice and I kept our love affair alive through letters and phone calls and finally the internet. On four occasions I was able to go to the west coast where Alice and I spent as much time as possible devouring each other.
Yes I eventually married - a disaster that ended in an acrimonious divorce and one daughter from whom I am also estranged.
When Alice died so did a very large part of me.
But when I read your words oh how the sounds and sights, even the smell of Alice return...for which I thank you!
