Sex and the ‘Older Woman’

It’s been a while since I lost my virginity, 16 if I remember correctly. Her name was Mary and she was a semi-popular girl in school. That was also the time of my first blow job, and even though there have been many since then, that first one was like crack. I remember really getting loud and saying to her, “I’m going to explode!”, all I heard was a muffled, slurp, slurp “let me have it”. So I gave it to her and she greedily swallowed every last drop, licking her lips. To a kid that had been jacking off since 11, this was nirvana. Could it possibly get any better than this? Without a doubt. After a few minutes rest, and yes, when you are 16, it just takes a few minutes to get going again, I was reminded that we weren’t done just yet. So what the fuck do I do now, I thought to myself. Well, it appeared that this slightly older woman, 17, was a little more experienced than I thought. She proceeded to tell me that she needed to get off. So I asked her, “you need to get off what, the bed”? Slightly embarrassed was I after the explanation of the female orgasm and that she wished me to reciprocate her previous actions. I was supposed to ‘go down there and lick’. Reluctantly I inched my way down there. Upon my arrival I noticed this wetness, warmth, and this enticing aroma that I had not experienced before. I was about to eat my first pussy. With detailed instructions I started my deed. “Oh suck it there, that’s it, right there, gently”. I learned a great deal that day, and apparently did a pretty good job of it. Actually I was hooked, and thus became known to a small group of girls in my school as the guy with the “magic tongue’. It wasn’t long after that, condoms were as common in my wallet as my drivers’ license. After all these years I still experience that deja vu. There is nothing in the world that can take the place of watching a woman become contorted by a good oral orgasm. Then again, a slow, spit dribbling blow job is right up there. I have learned to appreciate women that are comfortable enough with themselves to say exactly what they want. Of course, they don’t have to ask but once for me to go down on them. Bon appetite!