This story is fiction. Repeat: fiction! It has been assembled from my own experiences, however distant the relation. I have also been careful to omit any facts that might give away the "guilty" parties. Any similarities to real-life people and places are merely coincidental. So! Read, laugh, have an orgasm, and tell me about it later. Email questions and comments to the address in my profile. Peace, all...
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In terms of my sexual escapades, I have been extremely lucky…or perhaps extremely UNlucky. You, the reader, may be the judge of that after you finish my short tale of torrid triumph. (Don't you just love alliteration?) The downside of this story is that these three encounters are the only three times I have ever been blown, starting when I was eighteen up until now. I won't tell you how old I am now, but let's just say about 99% of the male population will have had more blowjobs that me in the same time span. But I'd be willing to bet my life that 100% of men haven't had
better
head than me. And that, my friends, is the upside of these tales.
My first blowjob happened when I was still in high school, just before I graduated. I was 18, and I wasn't a virgin at the time, but my first girlfriend who gave me any action was (no joke) a minister's daughter. She was hotter than a good shit on a winter's morning, but her sexuality was as cold as the toilet seat on said dawn. Yeesh. By the time I actually got her to give anything up, all she would stand for was a quick face-to-face pump in her bedroom at home. Hardly noteworthy stuff. She was shaved rather inexpertly, and her stubble chafed my nuts so bad that I actually had to stop and let the poor girl finish me with her hand. Not all bad, though. There's nothing quite like seeing a girl in her Sunday best and being able to say "I blew my load on her tits one time". Anyway, two years later was my first blowjob. And it definitely wasn't a run-of-the-mill type suck-off, either.
I was twenty years old, and worked for a small-time, family-owned landscaping business in Maine. The coastal area I worked in was absolutely rife with the rich; like a little slice of Greenwich or Newport transplanted to a more picturesque location, with mountains and no New Yorkers. These rich people ranged from the 25 year old lucky-schmuck day traders, to 30 year old "I inherited this after calling a hit on my parents" lazy bums, to the 75 year old "my life of hard work puts your worthless existence in perfect perspective, untermenschen" assholes. So basically they were all a bunch a' jerks, and I did my best to keep out of any contact with them. Leave the boss to work out the details. But the upside of working for all these twits was that they just couldn't get enough of watching strapping young men trim their hedges with nail clippers for 8 hours a day and 60 greenbacks an hour. Doesn't get much better than that.
So one Friday afternoon the boss sent me out alone to finish up a quick mulching and mowing job on a richer-than-rich peninsula, over on the other side of the bay. The whole area might as well have been made of gold. I was already ecstatic because the people there always gave nice tips, which were completely under the table. But when I got to the house another part of me got quite ecstatic as well.
And if there's any confusion at this point, I'm talking about my dick.
Just to clear that up.
She was 26 at the time, I later found out, and the trophy wife of one of the 3
rd
type of rich SOB. Hubby wasn't home to smoke his cigar on the deck while watching and ridiculing my careful work (another thing to be ecstatic about), leaving pretty little Tina there all alone with me, the aforementioned strapping young lad trimming the hedges. She was, outwardly, a bimbo; long straight blonde hair, green eyes the color of which is usually reserved for creepy black cats, a rack that had probably caused a multitude of car accidents, and an ass and a pair of stems that have probably been responsible for an equal number of heart attacks. I'm not sure how the old man could stand the G-forces when they got it on. She must have been extra gentle or something. But for all those curves and striking features, she sure beat the stereotype of the dumb blonde. She worked as a dentist's assistant when she wasn't servicing her husband's wrinkled member to get her weekly spending money.
I mulched all morning, and she invited me in for lunch, having already fixed me up a sandwich the size of a small tire, and a tall, dark beer. Drinking on the job wasn't exactly encouraged, but I couldn't resist. Had to hand it to the old man; she was well-trained.
We talked as we ate. She had a melodious voice, a sparkling laugh, and her smile just went right to my crotch. Her lips were
made
to be wrapped around some meat on a stick, that was for sure. By the time we finished lunch the day had gotten even hotter, so I stripped off my shirt while I mowed the lawn. Apparently all those days in the gym had paid off, because I could see her watching me from the kitchen window, pretending to be washing dishes (even though they had a dishwasher) for an hour and a half before she came out onto the porch and called to me. I killed the motor and took off my cap, wiping sweat from my brow as I turned to her. She had changed into a bright floral sundress that went
way
up her shapely legs, and barely contained that rack with two little strings: one around her middle, and another around the neckline. She was carrying a big glass of iced tea, with a sprig of mint and a slice of lemon split picturesquely over the side. Too bad it wasn't her legs. She bent down from the deck to hand it to me, giving me the biggest eyeful of cleavage I'd ever had.
"Oo! Hold on, I'll get you a cookie to go with it," she exclaimed, scampering off in her bare feet. As she turned, her dress whirled slightly. I about spilled the drink right down my chest: no panties! I definitely got an eyeful again, and that time it was of perfect bare ass and a flash of shaved peach slice. My cock grew like the Grinch's heart as I took a sip of the iced tea and spluttered with surprise. The little nymph had spiked it, and not too subtly either. I shook my head vigorously. There must have been at least three shots of vodka in there. Whoa lady.
Tina returned with a big, soft sugar cookie, tits bouncing all the way. She sat down beside me where I had jumped up onto the edge of the unfinished deck, leaning towards me on one hand and jutting out her chest. I chewed slowly as I surveyed her with disbelief and a little skepticism. Who could blame me? These things don't exactly happen every day. She smiled winningly and complimented my landscaping skills.