This is the story of what I consider to be my best BJ. I hope that you like it.
Years ago I dated a goody-two-shoes Catholic boy, Chuck, who was very serious about working hard toward his future – whatever that was. He was intellectual, philosophical and driven. He was also decent in the bedroom but without imagination, pretty much like all the other guys I had dated to that point – missionary and out, or on special occasions – doggy and out. Neither of them worked very well for me and didn’t climax in any orgasms. I should mention here that Chuck also thought that oral sex was sinful. I knew nothing about oral sex, so I didn’t have any opinion of my own.
After two months of fairly serious dating, Chuck announced that he was moving on to a better job opportunity in Dayton. When move time came, we had a nice parting date complete with some missionary and then he left the next morning. Over the next year or so, he wrote and called to keep in touch which was nice.
On my side I started dating other guys and was soon introduced to the orgasmic pleasures of cunnilingus courtesy of an army guy named Tim. Tim changed everything! Sex was ever-so-much-more pleasurable with orgasms! I just couldn’t get enough of it. Sinful? How could sinful possibly feel this good? Anyway, after Tim, you really had to go down on me when we went to bed or we weren’t going to have any more dates... So, my next fun guy was Tommy, who turned out to be a very nice muncher too. I had a big crush on him, but I was competing with another girl who captured his heart, so my fling with Tommy ended after three or four dreamy, orgasmic dates. On the other hand, while still dating Tommy, I met another guy named Pat who also liked munching, so my love life was still looking up. After our second date, I asked Pat up to my apartment and he ended up giving me a dark, orgasmic munch on the couch in my dim living room. As I recovered from the orgasm, Pat just stood there in front of me with his boner sticking out. Wordlessly, I understood that I was supposed to return the favor and give him one of those blowjob things that I had heard about. So, I leaned forward, sucked up my courage, sucked in his boner and gave him my first blowjob. It wasn’t terrible. He had an orgasm in a few minutes and didn’t cum in my mouth so that was good. I dated Pat on and off for the next several months along with a few other guys. The other guys weren’t into munches either, so they were mostly one sleepover date and then done. Most of my orgasms came from Pat.
One day, my old boyfriend Chuck called, said he was coming back to my neck of the woods. He asked if we could go out to dinner? I readily accepted and the next weekend I found myself on a date with my old, serious, goodie-two-shoes boyfriend. On our drive home from dinner, I thought it might be fun to show Chuck what I had learned since we last dated. I reached over and unzipped his fly. He was already starting to get hard. I pulled his boner out of his undies and started to stroke it. He drove stoically up the highway. Then I bent over to suck his boner into my mouth and his goody two shoes Catholic upbringing swung into action. He pushed my head away from his pants. I resisted and pushed back toward his boner and sucked him in a second time. He pushed me away again, but I didn’t budge this time and just kept bobbing and sucking. We were quickly off the highway and approaching my place. His resistance had stopped and within a minute or so he was shooting white jets all over his steering wheel and his open pants. He stopped in front of my apartment, pants-down, mortified, cum stained, sated and sinful. Without a word I smiled at him, opened the door, got out, closed it and walked away. I never went out with him again…
I wonder how long it took him to get over the sinfulness of that night?