Written by jbim04

Fact
28 Feb 2009


After the experience I described in “A Ride to Banbury Cross”, I went on trying to make other contacts through a magazine. After 11 years of marriage I had never experienced oral to completion and began to seek that.

I saw one advert offering to suck guys off but, from the strange way it was written, I wasn’t sure whether it was a man or a woman so I wrote to the advertiser saying that. Whichever it was wrote back to me saying: “As long as there is a mouth on your cock and you get a really good blow job, matter if it’s a male or female mouth?” At the time I hesitated – I wouldn’t now – and actually never met him/her.

Instead I followed up another ad from a busty woman living at Bridgenorth. In my summer holiday, I set up a meeting at her home with this woman and her husband. When I got there I found rather a shabby house. It was in the afternoon – they had children at school. She was scruffy, but obviously had quite a good bustline, even if she was a bit overweight. She said her husband was unwell with a fluey thing and couldn’t join us but it was OK for us to have some fun. He appeared briefly, looking terrible, and said it was OK to go ahead without him.

We sat on the settee in the front room and began to kiss and cuddle a bit, and I soon found that she had no bra on under her summer dress. I love to be nude – quite an exhibitionist streak I think – so I asked if it was OK to strip off. She pulled her dress over her head and was completely nude underneath. I went back to kissing her and then moved down to give her tits a lot of attention from my mouth - and they needed a lot, they were wonderfully big - while my hands, set free from her tits, moved between her legs. She slid lower on the seat, opening her legs wide for me, while she held my erect cock with one hand and massaged my balls with the other.

She asked about what I wanted to do, saying there probably wasn’t enough time to cum twice this afternoon. I said the two things I had never done were anal and a blow-job to completion. She was willing for either but said she thought fucking an arse wasn’t much different from fucking a cunt, whereas a blow-job could be really special.

We moved to the floor and I went between her legs to give her clit and cunt and licking. She smelt disgusting – not a clean sweet smell – and I couldn’t do it for long. She then lay me on my back and began working on my cock and balls with her mouth. First she gave me a tongue wash all over the area, licking the length of my cock and then all round my balls, back up my cock and down again between my legs, up my cock and round the head and back to my belly, all the while her long hair brushed the bits she wasn\\\'t actually licking – it was a truly tantalising experience and had me writhing in pleasure. Then she lowered her mouth right over my cock – I thought she would never stop, I’d never been sucked that deep before. Her nose reached my belly, then her mouth gripped me and she began to move away. It felt like she was sucking my balls out through my cock, I nearly shot immediately. She paused, looked up and smiled at me and did it again – a long slow push of her mouth right down over my cock until her face was against my belly, then the grip with her jaws and a long pull back. She asked if I was near and I said I was. This time she went down quicker than before and not quite do deep, the squeeze with her mouth wasn’t quite so intense and the pull back quicker. She fucked me with her mouth, building up the speed quite quickly – my head was spinning with the sensation and I felt my guts contracting ready to squirt. As my first gush erupted, she pushed her head down on my cock and I felt her swallow, sucking my cock even more. As the rest poured out, she swallowed and swallowed and I was overwhelmed with the delight. I lay there exhausted as my cock deflated, trying to touch her to bring her pleasure. She smiled and, as each little trickle dripped from my prick, she leaned forward and cleaned it up with her tongue.

Twenty-eight years on I can re-live every moment of that afternoon. It was a mixture of wonderful and awful – the place was dirty, she was dirty, the toilet even had newspaper sheets hung up instead of toilet paper; but the blow job she gave me is still one of the best I have ever experienced, and I do thank her for it.