Both Sides Of The Coin

"Have I been a bad girl?" She cooed into my ear.

"You've been...ummm...plenty bad" I replied awkwardly, pathetically trying to keep up with her innuendo and stay on board the don't-mess-this-up train making all stops between blowjobville and cowgirl junction.

She giggled back at me, and pushed me into a conveniently located desk chair. With her heels still on, she sunk to her knees. Continuously giggling, she undid my belt and pulled my cock out of my pants.

To this day it was the best head I've ever gotten in my life. Truly a mind-altering experience. Months later, I would consider changing the dating system in my journal to make that event count as day "1" of my life, with all things prior to that heavenly blowjob occurring in some hazy long-long ago that doesn't merit official record.

I can't say for sure how long she was down there, it was dark in the room and I couldn't see my own watch. I remember alternately having my hands on the back of her head, holding her pigtails, and desperately gripping the arms of the chair trying to make sure I didn't fall out. The sounds were new too--lewd. Jess was moaning--nothing I hadn't heard before, but this was...it was as if my cock had become filled with the very essence of eroticism, and her giving me pleasure shot reciprocal waves back through her body. I noticed briefly that she was alternating hands to hold my thighs, stomach and balls, and that her "off" hand was going to work on herself. She must have cum four-five times. My cock felt bigger in her mouth, or her mouth felt smaller. It was warm and for a moment, I thought she had grown a second tongue. A passing car out the window briefly illuminated the room and I caught her looking up at me.

"Cum in my mouth," her eyes pleaded with me. I raised one eyebrow, questioning if she was ready. She nodded yes and moaned without taking her lips off my cock, and began pumping my shaft with her hands and ferociously licking that one amazing spot right on the underside of the tip.