Like they say there is a first time for everything. And most first times are really memorable experiences for someone, even if you can't remember yourself. There is the first time you crawl, the first step you take, the first tooth you get, the first tooth you lose, the first words to ever come out of your mouth, these are ones that are held more dear to a parent's heart as most people can never remember them. Then there are the first time things that both you and your parents share that are unforgettable; the first day of school (I remember mine because they couldn't wake me up when nap time was finished), your first pet, the first person you kissed (I can still remember the girl's name and where it happened), the first time you went on a date (kissing and dating I consider different because my first kiss happened much earlier than the first date), the first time you drove a car (free at last, free at last, thank god almighty, I'm free at last-Rev Martin Luther King Jr.). Do you remember how free you felt the first time you got to drive, still sends chills down my spine. Then we have of course the first time sexual experiences! So do you remember yours? I remember every single one like it was yesterday.
I started late in my life having sexual relations, not including some petting of course. I remember the first time I ever tasted heaven. No, I didn't convert my religion! I am talking about the salty, sweet tang of a woman's pussy. It happened in the back of my parents mini-van during a drive in movie when I was 18 (I know how clichΓ©!). It was with my ex-wife and it was magical. Even though I hate the bitch now and thought she was a part of a horrible downward spiral in another time in my life, the first real whiff of that pungent odor and I knew I was instantly hooked. I marveled in the delicacy that was on my tongue, didn't even care if I took another breath or not. I remember her screaming, "Yes eat my pussy, god yes! Your tongue feels soooo goood!" Heaven had been found and I didn't think it would get any better.
The first time I received a blow job was a little different. Although it felt fantastic I found myself not really caring to much for it and my mind always went back to wanting to lick that womanly flower between her legs. Don't get me wrong I spewed gallons when I felt the soft lips around my hard cock. The slippery wonderfulness of the tongue's dance was most enjoyable. But even still to this day I much prefer eating my wife's pussy than getting head!