First Deep Throat Orgasm

Written by Invagi / Mar 4, 2008

 

FIRST DEEP THROAT ORGASM By invagi

This is the story of my first deep throat orgasm. Once upon a time I was married, but my wife, she never would do deep for me, or even try despite me asking and even researching learning techniques for her. She would blow me with her mouth, of course, which was usually nice, but I always was dying to feel my cock deep inside her soft throat when I came.

So anyway we'd had a big fight the night before about something and I was driving to work the next day, it was late in the morning and I was still pissed at her.

Driving down the highway, I spied a person on the road side, pulling off with emergency lights on. I slowed and passed them. In my rear view, I was surprised to see some blonde hair and soft white skin, very different from the people who usually had car problems on this road. I suddenly felt the good Samaritan need to help if I could, so I pulled over and backed up. There wasn't much traffic.

She was out, wet and nervous and cold, looking at a tire. The thing was flat and wrecked. She noticed me pulling closer. I climbed out and came to her, with a smile and an offer to help if I could. Just trying to be Joe Niceguy!

She was small, petite, not really muscular. She wasn't sure she even had a spare tire in her old car, so we checked her trunk. She didn't seem to have one, which obviously wasn't smart of her, but very fortunate for me.

Apparently she'd lost another tire a few months ago and forgot to put the spare back in somehow someway, or her guy fucked up. Whatever, I was thinking as I checked her out. She was cute, about 5'3", maybe a hundred pounds, shoulder-length blonde hair, and about mid-30s, or younger. She, like me, wore a marriage ring. Her mouth was kind of big for her size, and she licked her lips a lot, which aroused my cock. I was wearing sunglasses, so I stared at her mouth guiltlessly.

It was soo hot, especially lit up in the sunlight, all clean, lips light pink, tongue so wet and fleshy soft. I was wanting it, bad. To hell with our spouses and our morals.

So I offered to give her a ride, and she thanked me with a big smile.

Her cell phone had been left at home, I told her I didn't have one, which wasn't true. We hopped in my sporty car, and she complimented me on it. It made me look a bit richer than I really was, but I tended to invest in my wheels. You never know when you might need to them to make a great first impression. Now it was paying off. I turned on the amazing stereo.

We chatted and I joked a little, putting her more at ease in the stress of the moment. I was totally fixating on her mouth, stealing a glance frequently. We left her car and thoughts of our spouses fading behind as we drove off to town, which would be about a fifteen minute ride. We made small talk. It was alright, icebreaker shit. She thanked me profusely, asked it she could do anything for me. My gaze lingered on her mouth as I drove, trying to not crash, but shit she was turning me on with that face and tongue. I smiled and said no, it was my pleasure.

She said I was a real saint.

I acted the gentlemen and helped her get a new tire, which she preferred over getting a tow truck, maybe because I offered to change it for her. I called work and left a message that I'd be late because I'd gotten a flat, which was true enough.

We hauled back to her car with the tire and I proceeded to change it.

As I worked in the heating day, she rattled on. Apparently her husband never did things like this for her, he would have passed the job to someone. Apparently he was getting to be a lazy, fat slob who had more interest in steak, beer, football, and porn than in her, which I found surprising. She was really arousing and sweet, at least to me.

Apparently they'd been married a while, had a couple real hot years (I didn't need to know that!), then things had cooled. She suspected he was having an affair. I sensed a hint of her wanting to get revenge. My cock was ready to help, oh yeah.

My muscular arms worked away, not too fast, so she had a chance to check me out, which I wanted. She asked if I worked out, lifted weights. I said yeah. Then I told her about how it was an escape sometimes from my marriage, exaggerating the negative a bit. I really harped on the fact that we fought about sex, which wasn't really quite true. She asked questions and seemed interested, so I decided to go for it as I was finishing up the change. I said it was silly, trying to act like a sensitive caring man with a tough exterior, but my wife was so closed to trying new sex things. Like oral. I said, forgive my blunt language, but all I really want is for her for give me a nice, deep blow job once in a while and our lives would be wonderful.

My lady friend nodded and smiled. She said, ironically, that she used to do that for her husband frequently, but he hardly ever wanted it anymore, and she honestly missed doing it. It was getting pretty hot out and the tire was all changed now. I was sweating pretty heavily, and she was a little too. It made her face shiny and even more desirable to plow into. She invited me into her car to cool off. She said she had a big cup of ice water in there. So I hopped in the passenger seat and she in the driver's. We shared the cool, refreshing water. I couldn't help but notice how well she swallowed the liquid.

Then she made her move. She said she wanted to repay my kindness in that way, with blow job, if I would like. I tried to act polite and said, oh no, that's too much, I could never ask for that.

Of course I wanted it like nothing I'd ever wanted.

She smiled and said she really wanted to, then implied if I didn't let her, she would be very sad, perhaps depressed or suicidal. Well, I couldn't have that, I said, so I said, yes. I was, of course, dying to get inside her arousing mouth and at last feel that magical feeling that I'd only read about before. Thankfully there was still little traffic snooping on us.

She leaned over and kissed me. I kissed her back. We made out for a minute while she fondled my cock. She "mmm"ed with happiness as she stroked it. It was a good seven inches, in size when fully erect, which it had been for some time now.

Do you want to cum inside my throat? she asked. I said, I wanted it more than anything right now. I reclined the passenger seat and she let my cock out of its clothing. It was a little sweaty, very stiff, and throbbing a bit. She said, just lay back and relax, and enjoy this feeling you've missed out on for far too long. I closed my eyes. I felt her mouth descend down my shaft, tongue and lips sliding smoothly down me about three inches, then back up. The AC in the car had cooled things off nicely, allowing me to feel the full warmth of her beautiful mouth melting around me. God, her tongue felt three times softer and wetter than my fucking wife's ever did. This was how a real blow job felt, I realized. I'd been missing out all these years, but I was in too much heaven to get more upset at the moment.

On the second journey down my prick, her mouth descended farther, and I felt my tip encounter a warm, very soft flesh wall ... the curving entrance to her throat. Oh god yes. I was at least 5 inches deep. It was unreal, the feel of the perfectly smooth mouth melting around me.

She mmm'ed in pleasure as she sucked and swirled her mouth around in awesome, incredible circles of puffy tongue and cheek and lip flesh, like liquid flesh caressing my manhood with perfect awareness of how to bring pleasure. The she shifted her body slightly and suddenly eased the last two inches of my cock into her mouth. I tried to look but her body and hair blocked the view, so I just enjoyed the sensation. At last I was fully inside a woman's throat. Whoa ... shit ... I melted in her like I'd never melted before.

And then she started the deep suck. Oh ... my fucking god ... I have never ... ever ... EVER felt anything like that. This ring of soft, slippery, snug throat flesh was milking the top of my cock. The feel of that deep suck, well shit I can't put it into words but suffice it to say, it's better than any pussy or tongue I'd ever felt. It was milking my shaft ... deep, lovingly, knowing full well I was going to burst like a volcano any moment. It wanted me to spurt into the deep flesh, the perfect sheath. Ohhhh ahhhhh I gasped, grasping her ass without thinking, squeezing a fine cheek in reflection of each perfect suck and twist and jerk and soft slurping. The wet sounds of her throat opening for me when my cock head passed its entrance were so amazing ... sure

I'd heard this sound in porn movies that weren't drowned out in some fucked up bullshit background music, but to hear it live, on your own cock AND feel it as the cock is being lovingly plowed into a tunnel of pure heavenly sucking and desire ... is very much different, I must tell you.

It wasn't long before my balls were charged and my system was ready to shoot into her. I told her in a low voice I was close, and she only intensified the sucking, somehow gaining another half inch of cock into her throat. She sucked, she melted, she worked it rhythmically, deeply, and at last ... at very fucking last ... I came inside a throat ... deep, deep inside. The first shot of cum felt like a huge river undammed. The next three were thicker, stronger, hotter. She just kept sucking, swallowing, never ceasing a moment, never flinching from her job. I couldn't believe the overwhelming sensation of cumming deep inside a throat, my cum shooting straight to her stomach. It made my orgasm so much stronger than normal, feeling her beautiful essence sucking me dry with love. I spurted on for another half minute. She sucked me softly to full completion, then sucked me gently another minute after that. She had received an amazing amount of cum, and she took it like a pro, every inch buried, every drop loved and consumed. So beautiful?

She pulled up and wiped a great deal of saliva from her mouth. She was even more beautiful, lips pink and de-lipsticked. Nose pink. Hair out of place. And happy? Oh yes, a nice big grin. She took a big gulp of water and smiled. We kissed briefly.

We exchanged phone numbers. I accidentally gave her my cell number ... she said she thought I didn't have a cell. I laughed and said, oops, haha. She smiled, kissed me, said she suspected that but really wanted to suck me.

Then she said she had a cell too, but she was much happier not using it. We were both so much happier. We planned to meet again. And again.

And guess what? We did. We fucking did. Neither of our spouses either noticed, or gave a shit. Life has been so much better since that day, and my cock so much more satisfied.
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