A post about women and blowjobs caught my eye on an online forum recently. It asked women about their first time giving head, if they swallowed and if they enjoyed it. At first, I just clicked past it. Pausing, I clicked the back button. OK, I thought, I'll simply write a quick reply to the post. As I began thinking about it though, my memory crystallized like it was yesterday. But, believe me, at my age yesteryear is more like it.
I was eighteen years and three months, a senior in high school. It was a week or two before graduation and it was a guy in my class.
We lived in a pretty rural community at the time. He and I drove way into the woods in his little car. We took a turn onto a dirt road that clearly hadn't had a vehicle driving on it in ages. He turned off the engine and we necked for a quite some time, rubbing each other's important parts, but with our clothes on. He and I had been joking around about sex for most of the school year, but going no further than just some mildly serious kissing and caressing.
Being thin with unusually large breasts, many of the boys in school were regularly asking me out – all the while staring at my chest. It was always so obvious that they only wanted to feel my boobs and, except for the possibility of "getting some," they weren't interested in me whatsoever. This guy was different though. He was funny, not really good or bad looking, but he had very kind eyes and a slightly offbeat, but warm smile. Though I'd never had sex, my hormones were in overdrive senior year. Sometimes just kissing him would almost make me cum. Before then if someone had told me that that was possible, I would never have believed it.
After months of sexual innuendoes and kidding around, especially about various types of insertions, handjobs, titfucking, and blowjobs, we were finally alone, in this beautiful, deserted, woodsy area just as the sun was setting.
I was still a virgin and I think he was too. I'd never even seen a guy's cock live, up close. This was way back before the days of VCRs (Yes, we're talking ancient history: 1973.) so most readily available porn was limited to softcore, like Playboy. I did have some girlfriends who said they'd seen some of their father's 8-mm black and white silent films, but I'd never seen one.
Excited, extremely curious and wanting to see what it looked like, I tried to open his jeans to pull it out. It was impossible in the cramped front seat of his car though, so he kindly (What a gentleman!) and eagerly slid his seat back, lifted his hips up off the seat, opened his belt, and shoved his pants and underpants down.
It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Though I had no way of judging relative to other guys, it was big, hard, and had a huge head that was leaking something. I had heard enough to know that it wasn't anything bad, so I just leaned over and licked it. It was thin, watery and just a little slimy, and salty -- and I enjoyed its taste.
The next thing I knew I was slurping up and down his wonderful cock, enjoying the feel of it in my mouth and the sounds of his moans. He was thrusting a little. I instinctively knew that it wouldn't be good to have my teeth scratch his skin, so it just seemed natural to keep my lips securely over my teeth and to keep the lips and his cock well lubricated with saliva.
I had no idea how it was going to shoot out, but I just knew I wanted to see it and to taste it. Though I was always getting asked out because of my boobs, I had actually gone on a few dates and I had felt a few cocks, but never actually looked at one closely. Yet, here I was kneeling on this guy's front seat with my head in his crotch, sucking for all I was worth on his beautiful cock.
From the sounds he was making I knew he was about to have an orgasm. I was frightened, but very excited, and conflicted about wanting to watch it shoot and wanting to taste it. Suddenly, he solved my dilemma by jerking a little too much and as his first shot spewed out he slipped from my mouth. It shot almost a foot in the air, straight up, and landed right down on my hand holding his cock. At that moment I came. Hard.
He wasn't even touching me (well, he did have one hand on my shoulder), but I had the largest orgasm I'd ever had since I began masturbating a few years earlier. (Look, ma, no hands!) It amazed me: there was so much happening. He was shooting, moaning, thrusting. I thought I was going to pass out from my large orgasm that occurred just by watching his cock shoot cum.
I leaned back down to regain his cock and he shot a second gob up into my wide-open mouth. When I finally surrounded his cock, he'd spewed another couple of shots into my mouth. Immobilized by my own body's reaction, there was absolutely nothing I could do. My orgasm was still controlling every muscle in my body, I was tingling and very wet between my legs, and my nipples were very erect. Because I was leaning over, the top halves of my boobs were rubbing his thighs while the bottom halves were rubbing my knees. As I slowly rocked back and forth, my hard nipples were getting caressed by both of our legs, enhancing my orgasm.
Eventually, realizing that he'd stopped shooting, I just kept my mouth on his slightly softening cock. I also kept the mouthful of semen he'd deposited there tightly secure between my lips. Eventually, he got soft and I carefully slid my lips off his cock, holding his liquid gift in my mouth.
