I was thinking the other day about the way I am and my desire to give oral sex above all else. I think in my case that it relates to my first time:
It was the summer in Richmond Va. and I was 15. I had signed up for a summer vacation movie deal at the local theater which gave you 12 movies (one a week) for the princely sum of $1. In order to save the .15 bus fare, I would walk the 2 miles to the theater. I was walking past a group of row houses, when a lady came out in a nightgown and bent over to pick up her paper. I could see her cleavage and almost, ALMOST see her nipples. I must have made a noise, because she straightened up and grinned at me. She grinned even more when she stared at the front of my pants and my rapidly developing erection (Oh to be 15 again). "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" she asked. I didn't drink coffee, but I started that day. We went into her kitchen, introduced ourselves and sat at the Kitchen table. She said "I noticed you were looking at my tits , would you like to see more of them?" I gulped, "Sure." She pulled down the straps of her gown and unveiled a pair of mamouth beauties. "Would you like to kiss them?" I nodded speachless. "Well get over here!" I obeyed. I went over, bent down (she remained seated) and started sucking her nipples. "Where did ya learn to do that Bill? Did you suck your mommy when you were a baby?" I shouldn't talk with my mouth full, but I mummbled "Don't remember."
She took my hand and placed it on her panties (which were very wet), "You know,
big boys take their nourishment from down here. Don't you want to be a big boy? "
"Oh Yes!" "Well get down there and take my panties off!" I obeyed. She took the wet panties and rubbed my face with them. She introduced me to the joys of
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