How should I begin this tale? Okay, first let me allow you to understand. Truth is not pornography that most of us see while we are growing up either in a magazine or in a raunchy DVD somewhere. Sex is never like in the movies. Clumsy things happen, like the center console hurting your man's knee or the gear shift pushes hard into your ass cheek. The gear shift will eventually stab into a girl's ass at one point leaving a definite circular bruise. Either that or a girl's hair is almost pulled out by the root due to the steering wheel cover or the seat cushion and your partner's leg. This is when he became over excited and began thrusting upwards into your mouth forgetting that you have to breathe, so you back your head up because you understand the signs of him about to explode. You, however, want him to have a nice time, the entire purpose of you being down there in the first place.
The signs are simple if you've been through just one accidental discharge in your life before. The fast paced breathing, the truly harder than steel cock and the never lying sponge for a penis head which rapidly expands to twice its normal size before release. Well, the truth is as ladies, never get to that halfway point in, no ladies land, or you may wind up regretting it. The deluge to follow can possibly drown you or mess your clothes up for the date you're on. So, rule number one, although it is an A- rating considered by most men, Ladies don't give an early blow job on a date unless you are going to a lake, beach, or swimming pool and you are swimming because it is Summer time. The water can rinse off any trace of a great head giver. Just was explaining in advance that tidbit of information. I will be moving right along now.
Now let's see, yes I was trying to explain, that some ladies, like the men who are great kisser's because they were told about those kisses from other girls. All women favor a Casanova type because of mere curiosity. I know women fall for the debonair and suave types but I was always attracted to the geeky nerdy men for some reason. I may have liked a jock or two but mostly average men with nice cocks do me perfect.
Many years ago I began a love affair with a neighbor friend which was beneficial for us both. However, I find comfort in how I gave my nerdy neighbor his first experience. It was clumsy, quick, and a little embarrassing for both of us but the comfort was there for both of us. I merely touched his cock. I examined it with my hand moving my fingers. I stroked it, kissed it, and eventually sucked it. Well, in like literally two sucks it did something inside my mouth which was slimy and gooey but I kept swallowing like I overheard another girl say to do. I only lost a little out of the corner of my mouth. I used a finger to clean it off my leg and lick it into my mouth. Joey Brannon thought I was the shit. I was the sexiest girl in the world who would do things for him. He was a little older than me however; we became secret lovers for many years.
He thought I was great. I thought truly at first, he was a two pump chump who couldn't last long at all. I told him this too, because we had watched some of his Daddies pornography in his garage. I noticed that the guy receiving the blow job in the porn movie could last forever. Not only had that been the case but the guy seemed to have an extra enormous cock. I voiced my opinion on my disappointment and Joey apologized. I did kind of say it harshly but it was before either of us actually knew that the pornographic movies were looped like a hundred times before the money shot or ejaculation scene. Joey promised me he'd get better and he did. Boy! Did he ever get to be the best at satisfying me!
Joey would eventually make me scream his name in the throes of passion almost every time he touched me. He could give me multiple orgasms with his cock, his tongue, or his fingers. Joey became my number one lover, my best kept secret, and truly my favorite cock to suck. I was comfortable, which means the world to me and just about to every other woman in the world. Familiarity breeds contentment in truth. So see men out there pay attention. Rule #2, Women love to feel comfortable. I loved making love to Joey. He was a very amazing perfect lover. Most importantly, Joey was what I was very comfortable with and it worked perfectly.
However, the simple truth is this Joey had to beg me for a second chance at vindication. I almost would have been like most of the other girls, who went out with the fancy football player Casanova types. I spoke to Cindy a girlfriend of mine who explained that her jock boyfriend was a rutting pig and she never got hers. The simple truth was that she felt secure and comfort around him. Cindy explained that she would try to teach him a little along. She explained that's why when they hung out at the bon fire she would get wasted in order for her to not care about the sex part. He was handsome, muscular, popular, and you would think a stud but the simple truth is he could not satisfy her needs ever. Out of Cindy's mouth herself.
I checked with another girl Susanne. Susanne explained her handsome running back was great at making cuts on the field and having a body to die for with the washboard abs but he too was horrible in the sack. She always thought he was hot and sexy though. Susanne said even though he is a super cheater, looks like a Greek God, and has always made her feel great personally she needed to have an orgasm. Susanne wanted to scream at the top of her lungs because her wonderful running back so handsome and truly nice sucked in the sack. I asked her, why stay with him? Truly, her answer was, it is what she was familiar with and comfortable with in truth. Susanne explained he wouldn't be that bad in the sack, he needed to slow down and take his time. He was running even in the sack at a furious pace. Susanne's man was too quick for his own good. She explained if he would slow down, enjoy her canvass learning to stop and linger well she would certainly get off. He wanted to go, go, and go. She needed him to be on pause forever in the most important places to feel the sensuality of it all.
The simple truth is had I not received this information about the popular guys, I would have never given my nerdy Joey a second chance to please me. It came with a simple kissing lesson. I told him to get completely naked. I stroked his penis until it was rigid. I then told him to kiss me passionately on the mouth as I stroked his cock. Slowly, gently, with baby oil, so my hand was velvety smooth gliding up and back. I explained that he would let me know when he was going to ejaculate because I wanted to suck it up. I was lying to him. Joey kissed as I stroked. I thought for three and a half strokes he was about to lose himself. I then squeezed hard as hell until it must have been painful. Joey screamed, "Ouch!"
I trained him not to ejaculate quickly and his hair trigger, quit being our problem. I then allowed him access to fuck me again, after he begged for his second chance. I made Joey wait a week until I needed him. I told Joey to please be slow and easy. I placed my hand on his chest gently explaining, "Joey this is absolutely your final chance babe. I want you to succeed, but you have to want to succeed as well. So, slow down your breathing, ease into your excitement, and take your time please, getting to know my body. I give you open access to me babe. I need you to explore slower. Ask me questions. If I have a distant look like glazed over eyes you better continue doing just what you're doing. If I can speak you're doing okay. If I cannot speak at all with rapid breathing well let's say you are the man. Do you understand?"
Oh my God! It was the absolute best warning I could have ever given him. See I was his secret blow job giver. I became his play toy. Joey didn't have to jerk off like other guys to magazines and pornographic movies. He had me literally over his house every afternoon sucking his cock, him finger fucking my tight little pussy or fucking me silly. This meant he had to care about me leaving him alone because truly he was meticulous and caring. He was gentle, passionate, every touch of his hand or caress made my flesh, and my pussy, come to life. It was when he changed touching, grabbing, probing, and sucking my neck, earlobes, collar bone that I enjoyed how he took me. I came alive in a renewed sense of sexual bliss.
Joey transformed into a completely different lover. He was amazing to every need I desired. It was when he pulled my hair, biting my bottom lip passionately, and sliding his cock deep into me at the very same time that I came like crazy. I lost it good fashion and it was the first of my orgasms I ever had with him. I felt my muscles lock up tenser than a hat band and then I was as relaxed as a rag doll. I truly felt as if I was floating in some ultra-Universe. This is when I knew I could never give up my lover. However, Joey had other ideas. He wanted to use his new-fangled lessons on other more sexy popular older girls. I was merely his play ground.
I was ultimately the most pissed off angry chic in the world. I actually suffered through his inadequacies and now I was being placed on a bench for a less than adequate replacement. I was too hot and angry for words but devised my own strategy. See Joey wanted to be treated the way I treat him. Well these new girls would never be as good to him as I was. I mean I am a freak and love the taste of his cum. They would be squeamish and never ever satisfy his insatiable lust for head. I would just wait and when he came back to me, I wouldn't be there for him. It's only fair. I would teach him a hard lesson. Much pun intended.
