1 comments/ 58248 views/ 5 favorites The Best Three By: boysetsfire This story is fiction. Repeat: fiction! It has been assembled from my own experiences, however distant the relation. I have also been careful to omit any facts that might give away the "guilty" parties. Any similarities to real-life people and places are merely coincidental. So! Read, laugh, have an orgasm, and tell me about it later. Email questions and comments to the address in my profile. Peace, all... * In terms of my sexual escapades, I have been extremely lucky…or perhaps extremely UNlucky. You, the reader, may be the judge of that after you finish my short tale of torrid triumph. (Don't you just love alliteration?) The downside of this story is that these three encounters are the only three times I have ever been blown, starting when I was eighteen up until now. I won't tell you how old I am now, but let's just say about 99% of the male population will have had more blowjobs that me in the same time span. But I'd be willing to bet my life that 100% of men haven't had better head than me. And that, my friends, is the upside of these tales. My first blowjob happened when I was still in high school, just before I graduated. I was 18, and I wasn't a virgin at the time, but my first girlfriend who gave me any action was (no joke) a minister's daughter. She was hotter than a good shit on a winter's morning, but her sexuality was as cold as the toilet seat on said dawn. Yeesh. By the time I actually got her to give anything up, all she would stand for was a quick face-to-face pump in her bedroom at home. Hardly noteworthy stuff. She was shaved rather inexpertly, and her stubble chafed my nuts so bad that I actually had to stop and let the poor girl finish me with her hand. Not all bad, though. There's nothing quite like seeing a girl in her Sunday best and being able to say "I blew my load on her tits one time". Anyway, two years later was my first blowjob. And it definitely wasn't a run-of-the-mill type suck-off, either. I was twenty years old, and worked for a small-time, family-owned landscaping business in Maine. The coastal area I worked in was absolutely rife with the rich; like a little slice of Greenwich or Newport transplanted to a more picturesque location, with mountains and no New Yorkers. These rich people ranged from the 25 year old lucky-schmuck day traders, to 30 year old "I inherited this after calling a hit on my parents" lazy bums, to the 75 year old "my life of hard work puts your worthless existence in perfect perspective, untermenschen" assholes. So basically they were all a bunch a' jerks, and I did my best to keep out of any contact with them. Leave the boss to work out the details. But the upside of working for all these twits was that they just couldn't get enough of watching strapping young men trim their hedges with nail clippers for 8 hours a day and 60 greenbacks an hour. Doesn't get much better than that. So one Friday afternoon the boss sent me out alone to finish up a quick mulching and mowing job on a richer-than-rich peninsula, over on the other side of the bay. The whole area might as well have been made of gold. I was already ecstatic because the people there always gave nice tips, which were completely under the table. But when I got to the house another part of me got quite ecstatic as well. And if there's any confusion at this point, I'm talking about my dick. Just to clear that up. She was 26 at the time, I later found out, and the trophy wife of one of the 3rd type of rich SOB. Hubby wasn't home to smoke his cigar on the deck while watching and ridiculing my careful work (another thing to be ecstatic about), leaving pretty little Tina there all alone with me, the aforementioned strapping young lad trimming the hedges. She was, outwardly, a bimbo; long straight blonde hair, green eyes the color of which is usually reserved for creepy black cats, a rack that had probably caused a multitude of car accidents, and an ass and a pair of stems that have probably been responsible for an equal number of heart attacks. I'm not sure how the old man could stand the G-forces when they got it on. She must have been extra gentle or something. But for all those curves and striking features, she sure beat the stereotype of the dumb blonde. She worked as a dentist's assistant when she wasn't servicing her husband's wrinkled member to get her weekly spending money. I mulched all morning, and she invited me in for lunch, having already fixed me up a sandwich the size of a small tire, and a tall, dark beer. Drinking on the job wasn't exactly encouraged, but I couldn't resist. Had to hand it to the old man; she was well-trained. We talked as we ate. She had a melodious voice, a sparkling laugh, and her smile just went right to my crotch. Her lips were made to be wrapped around some meat on a stick, that was for sure. By the time we finished lunch the day had gotten even hotter, so I stripped off my shirt while I mowed the lawn. Apparently all those days in the gym had paid off, because I could see her watching me from the kitchen window, pretending to be washing dishes (even though they had a dishwasher) for an hour and a half before she came out onto the porch and called to me. I killed the motor and took off my cap, wiping sweat from my brow as I turned to her. She had changed into a bright floral sundress that went way up her shapely legs, and barely contained that rack with two little strings: one around her middle, and another around the neckline. She was carrying a big glass of iced tea, with a sprig of mint and a slice of lemon split picturesquely over the side. Too bad it wasn't her legs. She bent down from the deck to hand it to me, giving me the biggest eyeful of cleavage I'd ever had. "Oo! Hold on, I'll get you a cookie to go with it," she exclaimed, scampering off in her bare feet. As she turned, her dress whirled slightly. I about spilled the drink right down my chest: no panties! I definitely got an eyeful again, and that time it was of perfect bare ass and a flash of shaved peach slice. My cock grew like the Grinch's heart as I took a sip of the iced tea and spluttered with surprise. The little nymph had spiked it, and not too subtly either. I shook my head vigorously. There must have been at least three shots of vodka in there. Whoa lady. Tina returned with a big, soft sugar cookie, tits bouncing all the way. She sat down beside me where I had jumped up onto the edge of the unfinished deck, leaning towards me on one hand and jutting out her chest. I chewed slowly as I surveyed her with disbelief and a little skepticism. Who could blame me? These things don't exactly happen every day. She smiled winningly and complimented my landscaping skills. "Thanks," I said, "I aim to please." "Mm, yeah, so do I…" she said. Her eyes darted towards my still-swollen crotch, then back up. She bit her lip, and her swinging feet grazed my dirty jeans. "How's the iced tea?" "A little strong," I answered coolly, looking off across the bay. She blushed, caught. "I knew I put too much in," she said sheepishly, pulling back slightly. Apparently she thought the jig was up and she was about to be rejected. Where on Earth did she get that idea? "Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked with a laugh. "You know I have to drive home after this." "N-no!" she protested. "I'm not. Just…a little more susceptible, that's all. You know my husband is quite old, and I don't get out much, and-" "You really don't need to get me drunk for that," I scoffed. Her eyes came back up to mine. She smiled brightly at first…then wickedly. Her bedroom eyes were absolutely killer. I was in her web. "You know, all this sun can really dehydrate. The air's so dry," Tina said. "Yeah, you have to drink a lot of water on days like this," I said, surveying her. "Oh!" she said coyly, putting a manicured nail to her lip and looking worried, "Our well isn't drilled yet!" Then, leaning forward towards me (I stared unabashedly down her dress), "I guess I'll have to find other ways to keep up my…fluid intake." With that last phrase her soft, clean hand slid over my crotch. Quickly finding my shaft, she took hold through my jeans and stroked it lovingly. I groaned a bit. "Um, I could get in a lot of trouble for this Tina, I-" "Shut-up," she said with a giggle, leaning in close and whispering in my ear, "All you have to do is keep your legs from buckling while I get down on my knees…[squeeze of the dick]…and blow you." I whimpered. "How does that sound," she giggled, giving my shaft an extra hand-hug for emphasis. "Yes, please," I croaked. She jumped up quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling me after her. We only made it to the kitchen. Tina was like a starving animal. She pushed me back against the island (which was odd, since I'm 6'2" and she was 5'5") and dropped to her knees in front of me, between my boots. I leaned back on the counter, propping myself with my hands while she deftly unbuckled my belt. She looked up at me with a fiendish smile, then unzipped my fly with a flourish and pulled my jeans down around my thighs. Next went my boxers (with little red lips on them! I should have seen that omen when I put them on that morning!), and my cock sprang free, standing its proud 8 inches straight out. I keep my lemons shaved and nicely powdered for my own comfort, and she was quite happy about that whole deal. "Oooo, so nice," she cooed, stroking me lightly and lovingly. Making sure I was watching, she slipped the spaghetti-thin straps of her sundress down off her shoulders, and teasingly eased it down. When she finally revealed her splendid melons, my legs nearly buckled right there. Best tits you've ever dreamed of. Just think about that, and that's what they were. Woo! She hefted them in her hands, pushing them together, inviting me. Letting them go for the time being, she leaned forward, and without using any hands traced the tip of her tongue from my balls to my tip, tickling the underside of my shaft all the way. My cock jerked and twitched under this exquisite torture. She repeated, her tongue not missing a single square millimeter of my shaft. She smiled wickedly all the time, enjoying every second. At the height of her torture, she would deep-throat me all the way to the base, but still wouldn't touch me with her lips. By the time she was done I was about begging to feel them wrapped warmly around my hot rod. And when she was done, it was completely without warning. Suddenly she engulfed my entire cock down to the root, moaning as she slid it deep into her throat. Her lips wrapped around the base and her cheeks slightly caved as she sucked me like an industrial Shop-Vac. "Haawww fuck!" I groaned, my toes curling and my hips jerking as I experienced my first blowjob ever. Her soft fingers played lightly with my balls as her head bobbed slowly up and down my shaft, her eyes never losing contact with mine as I stared dumbfounded down at her expert work: All the way to the tip, then all the way to the balls, every time. Every once in a while she would stop and swirl her tongue around my tip before resuming her cosmic blowjob. With every stroke I felt my shaft delve deep into her throat, her muscles rippling around my tip as she suppressed her gag reflex and took me down like medicine. Her mouth was warm and wet, and her throat was slick and tight. Her eyes glazed and her eyelids fluttered as she sucked me, moaning deeply all the time, her tits swinging heavily. I couldn't take much more of this. I closed my eyes, my face a grimace. I listened to the slurp as my cock slid into her throat, and the light, musical hiss as she breathed between strokes. This woman was out of this world. Amazingly, she started to speed up, her head bobbing on my crotch about once every second. She lifted her tits and put them into play, letting my shaft slide between them as her head withdrew on each stroke. The soft warm flesh of the newcomers and her increased speed were just too much. Tina was thirsty, and she was about to drink her fill! "Tina…Tina oh Jesus I'm gonna cum!" I rasped, looking down at her. She only moaned in response and sucked harder. She could have taken the paint off a car with that kind of power. Every muscle in my legs was tensed to snapping, and I leaned back on my hands in anticipation of the mind-numbing finish. She was very intent on keeping my cock in her mouth, wanting to taste it. As my balls drew up, my eyes pinched to a squint and my mouth hung open. I let out a breathless roar as if punched in the gut, and Tina quickly drew her lips up to my tip, looking up at me and simultaneously stroking me with her tits, sucking and swirling my tip furiously with her lips and tongue. Over the edge I tumbled like a lemming, taking one last big gulp of air as my cock exploded like Mount St. Helens. I'd never come so much in my life. I felt like a human bilge pump on the QE-2 as I poured what felt like liters of semen into Tina's mouth with the force of a shotgun. The first spurt took her by surprise, hitting the back of her throat and filling her mouth to brimming in one go. She choked slightly and pulled back, her lips coming off my cock. Not a woman to leave a job unfinished, she kept me going with her tits. But the poor nymph didn't even get a chance to swallow before my second spurt, twice the size of the first, hit her right in the eye and cheek. "Oh, God! Yes!" she cried with pleasure, as if the cum was ambrosia. Her words spilled her cheeks' cargo, and my cum flowed down the corners of her mouth, over her chin, and down her neck. Always the good girl, she kept her face close, not moving to avoid my spurting member. Shots 3 and 4 splashed across her lips, nose, and forehead as she tilted her head back, her mouth open. I could see semen pooled on her tongue and hanging from her teeth in pure white strands. I kept cumming for 10 more spurts, painting her perfect face and tits with my biggest load to date. The last few pumps she urged out of me pooled between her jugs and ran down her chest as she pulled them away. Tina sat back on her heels and looked up at me after clearing her eyes. I'd never seen a girl look so wantonly angelic as she licked her lips and used her fingers to scoop cum off her tits and dribble it into her waiting mouth. She would show me the load in her mouth, then swallow and show me again. I watched as I recovered, and she cleaned her face and tits until naught was left except in her hair and a few other stray spurts on her shoulders and neck. "Mmmm…yum!" she cooed. I laughed breathlessly as she stood before me and kissed my cheek. Then, without bending her knees, she bent over in front of me and gently cleaned my softening shaft of every morsel of semen, swallowing contentedly when she finished. "I'm gonna go wash up," she said, turning and walking to the bathroom, her tits and ass bouncing. I heard the water running, and I leaned on the counter while I finished my drink from before. I was still seeing stars when she returned. Her hair was wet and fell in locks about her shoulders, and she was wrapped in an all-too-small towel. Knowing full well she had drained me beyond all hope of repair (for that day, anyway), she tortured me one last time by bending over the counter and waving her booty at me. Whether she was offering me her cute pink pucker or her wet pink slit, I'll never know. I never saw any more pink from Tina. After that one day where she drank down a gallon of my cum, I never saw her again. It was by chance, of course; I did work at her place again, but I never did see her. Pity. I quit the job the next year, when I had just turned 21, and became a manager in a small café. Which is where my next story picks up. Why give up a 60 buck-an-hour job that gets me out in the sun and getting a workout for a lame-o job in a little coffee shop? Well, there are two reasons. Two very big reasons, in fact. The two reasons were owned by Sarah Hamilton. At 21 years of age, my life was of course still largely ruled by my little head. Not that I was complaining, of course. That little (or rather big…) guy got me into a lot of sticky situations. And I'm talking the good kind of sticky. Work at Brimbo's Café was easier than easy. Make coffee for a trillion people in the morning during the rush, then chill all day while the beatniks came in to get a cuppa joe and discuss poetry or whatnot. During those lazy summer afternoons was when I got to know Sarah so well. She was short. Real short. About 4'11", in fact, which was why I was usually relegated to the cash register. She looked like a midget behind the high counter. Her hair was a very deep auburn, and her features pretty, with a smattering of freckles. She wasn't all that skinny, but she definitely wasn't rolly either. Just a little thicker than the average 4'11" girl. This was a very good thing, because otherwise she'd have had back problems from her 34C's. And daaaamn did those look good on that little body of hers. She even had a great ass and curvy hips, perfect for hangin' on to and slammin' it in. And slam it I did, after about a month or so. We were going pretty steady at the time. Just a summer thing, really; lots of sex and small, inexpensive ventures in between. She was a tiger in the sack, I tell you what. Being so small, she could do the most amazing things when she was on top. Also, I could roll her over and twist her around for a change of position with the greatest of ease. The little sex-nut even let me do her in the butt a few times. But that's not what this is about. This is about the one fabulous, out-of-this-world blowjob she gave me at the end of the summer. Sure, I'd gotten head from her before. But she was always a little scared of it. Some chicks are just like that. Usually she'd just give me a quick little suck to lube me up before jumping on top and playing rodeo cowgirl. But she never swallowed. It was our last day of work, in late August, before heading back to university. At 3 PM it wasn't exactly our busiest hour. There were a couple people still in the shop, but they were sitting quietly, reading their books or staring blankly out the window like good java heads. The stunt Sarah pulled would have been a good one to get us both fired on any other day, but we were done forever in a couple hours anyway. I saw Sarah talking to her girlfriend, Steph, back in the small kitchen we had for baking various confections. I should have known something was up. I was standing, leaning on the front counter, when she came up behind me quietly, and slipped a hand around my waist. I grinned as I felt it slide along, following my belt. Her little palm spread out across my already-hard crotch, giving me a gentle squeeze. "Can't we wait until tonight, honey?" I joked. "Mmmm…no. I don't want to wait for this," she whispering. I got a little nervous as I felt her fingers slowly pull down my zipper. Her hand dove into the hole, fishing out my long, hard shaft with a little difficulty. I cleared my throat. "Shhhh…" she whispered, "I promise I'll make it worth your while!" And with that she easily knelt down underneath the counter. Good thing it was a high one. Not quite believing what was happening, I pulled a tall bar stool that was within arm's reach over closer for me to lean on a bit while she got comfortable kneeling at my feet, looking straight at my cock with hungry eyes. "Call it a thank you gift," she said with a wink, stroking my cock lovingly. She carefully freed my balls from my boxers so that my whole tackle was out through my expansive fly. I looked up and tried to look as calm and professional as possible as she went to work on me. She started slow and timid, just like a girl who hasn't got much experience. (She had told me before that she had never had a cock in her mouth before mine.) Her tiny little pink tongue traced delicate patterns all around my tip and under the little sensitive ridge, making me jump and jerk. I kept my normal groans of appreciation under wraps; we were still in public. I couldn't see what she was doing, but that was OK. She probably didn't know enough to look up at me anyway, so I could concentrate on the pleasure only and not the visual. The Best Three The little tongue just wouldn't quit. All around the tip, up and down the shaft, flicking across my balls and back up again…she was magic. I loved the innocence and slight ineptness; she was just doing what came natural. Her hands came into play after a couple minutes of tip-of-the-tongue teasing. Her little hands always looked so good on my cock when she played with me. Her fingers just barely touched when she grasped my shaft. What an ego rush. It was even better watching that tiny little pussy split around my head….woo! And as for her teeny pucker… Her hands wrapped warmly around the base of my shaft, both of them, grasping it like it was going to escape. I felt her little mouth engulf my head and push hard, taking me as deep as she could go. Sarah couldn't take much more than three inches, but she made up for it with that glorious little tongue. It was so small that it could touch hidden nerves I didn't even know I had. She let out a little moan of contentment as she began to fall into her rhythm, and I looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Not a nose stirred from the pages. Down below, Sarah's hands were stroking my cock and coming up to meet her lips at the midway point, so the pleasure traveled to the ends, then to the middle in a fabulous rhythm. Her hands twisted every so slightly, wet with saliva from where they touched her lips. "Sir? I…sir?" said a voice. I opened my eyes. There was a pretty young woman standing in front of me. "Oh, I'm sorry, over here miss," said Steph. The lady went over to her side of the counter and gave her order. I never said a word. "What's with him?" she asked quietly, jabbing a thumb in my direction. "Meditation," Steph said in a whisper, leaning towards her and nodding. "Oh! Sorry," said the woman with a little wince. She veritably tip-toed over to her seat. I gripped the countertop with white knuckles while Sarah sucked my dick. She was still going pretty slow, but the heavy, wet blowjob I was receiving was building me up like water behind a dam, little by little. I could actually feel her saliva running down the underside of my shaft and over my balls. She was letting out little moans like that of a suckling child with every stroke by that time. I could just see her down there: eyes closed, concentrating on the rhythm…just as I had that thought, her rhythm changed, and with it my state on the orgasmic ladder. She switched so that her hands and mouth matched in stroke, and sped up. "Aw fuck…" I gasped ever-so quietly. She moaned in response, going faster. My hips picked up the rhythm, and I started slowly rocking back and forth, pushing my cock into her mouth as her head bobbed towards me. I went deeper. I could hear my cock slurping slightly in her throat, her unaccustomed muscles rejecting the invader. I felt her gag very slightly a couple times, but she never stopped me. I don't know how much more of myself I forced down her throat; she never complained, though. She moaned, even more high-pitched now, as she felt my impending orgasm as well as I. I reached back and took out my wallet as I felt myself getting close. There was a person sitting close to the counter now, so I couldn't warn Sarah of anything. I hoped she knew what to look for. The last thing we needed was for her to choke when I came. I took a piece of paper with shaking hands and leaned out over it on the counter as if I was studying it carefully, and pulled a fold-out menu in front of me a little. My legs tingled. I listened to the rhythmic slurp and felt Sarah's warm, wet lips and the heavenly tug of her caved cheeks, seeking to draw out my load. She wouldn't have to wait long! Luckily, she did know to look for, probably from me having cum on her tits so many times. As my orgasm started in my toes and went screaming for my cock, I popped my wallet into my mouth and bit down hard into the leather. Under the counter, Sarah's lips slipped up to my tip with a quiet slurp and she furiously stroked my cock while whirling her tongue around my head. As the first spurt poured into her mouth, I heard her moan quietly with relish and pleasure. Her tongue never stopped swirling around the tip the whole time, and like a winch it cranked out my cum in spades. There was so much semen from the first spurt that she had to swallow immediately, which I both heard and felt. My toes curled into almost a fist as Sarah struggled to keep up with my pace, swallowing four or five more times before my orgasm finished. She didn't let me go, though. Instead, she slowly continued to pleasure me, sucking softly and stroking lovingly, pulling every last drop of cum from my cock like wringing out the last bit of melted juice from a Freeze-Pop. She finally let me go, and considerately licked me clean and replaced my softened cock back in my pants. The little angel even zipped me up. She stood up with a happy little jump and beamed at me, popping a stick of cinnamon gum in her mouth. I hadn't even caught my breath by that time, but kissed her forehead and hugged her close with a quiet thank you. It was all I could muster at the time. That evening after closing, I actually popped her little booty up on the same counter and gave her a pussy-licking she's as likely to forget as the blowjob she gave me. We parted ways when we went to college, but I still see her now and again, and she's always up for a little romp. Or a big romp, depending on how many drink's she's had. But that blowjob was a one-time affair and it lives on even better in memory than in practice. My third blowjob I like to refer to as my last blowjob. Because if it ever got any better than that one, I think I'd die, and that would be the end of it. In my third year of college, I went to New Zealand for a semester. I should have been there to study, but all I actually did was snowboard, party, have sex with a lot of fine women with coy, sexy accents, and party some more. But one thing I loved about Godzone was the quantity of oh-so-hot Asian girls. She was from southern Japan, and her name was Sakamae. One thing I've come to know about Japanese women is that the southern ones are the hot ones: bigger tits, better curves, and eyes like a doll that just say "fuck me silly". And I tell you what; this girl was silly to begin with. I just helped her along a bit. She was a bit of a freak in the bed, which didn't faze me much at all, since in this case 'freak' means 'anal freak'. This girl would say the most amazing things when she had a cock deep in her hot, tight, Asian ass. And hearing her screaming in Japanese while I drilled her booty? Out of this world. I swear, I must have done her 50 times, and not more than 5 of those was in the pussy. No condom, either. Stupid, I know, but luckily nothing came of it, and there's just really nothing like popping your top and filling a shrieking Japanese girl's bum right to brimming. The anal was superb. I mean, absolutely great. I won't even begin to repeat some of the things she said; it wouldn't do them justice. Besides, I didn't understand most of them. Sure wish I had it on tape. But amazingly, the part I remember the most about Sakamae was the one blowjob she gave me. It was on a Sunday night, and the past three nights in a row I'd done her ass twice. Each night. I'm surprised she could stretch to take me once in 72 hours, let alone six times. Anyway, she was a little sore. We spent some time talking, and she started the dirty stuff again in that sexy, innocent accent, telling me how much she loved getting drilled in the ass real deep and feeling me cum in her and all that jazz. But eventually it got around to a nice little "how can I ever repay you" offer. Well, I jumped on that one. "Well," I considered, "You could give me a reeeally nice blowjob." She smiled back at me wickedly, then looked thoughtful for a moment. "OK, I suck," she quipped. She jumped off the bed we had been lounging on and turned to me. "Up!" she motioned. "Go strip in bathroom and don't come out till I tell you, or you get nothing!" she warned with a wag of her finger. "OK! OK," I laughed, surrendering. I stepped into the bathroom and stripped naked, not quite knowing what to expect. But Sakamae was about to surprise the pants off me, had I been wearing pants at the time. Ten minutes later, at about the time I was getting a little annoyed, she called softly to me. I slowly opened up the door to find the room dark and warm, the blackout curtains pulled and the room lit with over a dozen candles of differing sizes. "Wow," I said, a little taken aback. Then I saw Sakamae. She was dressed in a see-through, baby-blue teddy and matching thong. I could see everything, but everything was covered at the same time. It was amazing. "Whoa," I said, this time with more conviction. "You look…beautiful… God," I stammered. Sakamae giggled and took my hands, my cock standing at attention so ram-rod straight it was almost painful. She had me lie down on my back on the bed, to which she had added some extra pillows to prop up my head. "Have you done this before?" She giggled and shook her head as she crawled up onto the bed after me, straddling my hips. I'm not sure if she was lying or not, but at that point I couldn't have cared less how many other guys had received the attention I was about to receive. Something about her innocent look told me she wasn't lying, but then again it might have been my cock thinking. As usual. She ran her hands down over my chest as she sat on my thighs, taking time to let her fingertips trace every muscle, right down to my twitching cock, which stood up proudly, nestled warmly against the silky fabric of her skimpy attire. As I looked down, I couldn't help but be amazed, remembering that the length that was now superimposed against her belly, reaching up past her belly button, had been buried to the hilt multiple times in her rear end. The little lotus blossom was bottomless! She broke my daydreams, taking my hands and placing them on her thighs as she continued to run her hands over me, looking down at me through her almond-shaped eyes with wanton sexuality. I ran my own hands over her delectable skin, caressing her thighs, sides, and hips, then reaching around her cup her little ass and pull her closer. She must have expected me to do so, because she didn't resist. Instead, as she moved up, she pulled her tight little thong to one side, exposing her freshly-shaven pussy. Sakamae had a nice peach, to say the least. Tiny, and she could barely take two thirds of my length in that hole, but never have I come across (or come inside, for that matter) any other pussy that was so incredibly wet. Whatever gland it is in women that creates their yummy lubricant, she must have had ten of them! This was OK by me, because she tasted wonderful, but this time she had other plans. I expected her to take me inside of her, but instead she moved up on my cock, pushing my shaft down against my abdomen with her pussy. I felt and heard the little squelching sound as her sopping pussy lips spread over my shaft, hugging it like a little hotdog bun. I could even feel the little nub of her clit, nudging me just under my glans, and apparently she felt it too. "Nnn!" she whined, following the exclamation with a moaned Japanese sentence and continued thrusting of her hips. She slid her lips up and down my shaft, stroking me with her pussy. It seemed so simple, and yet no girl had done that to me before! I found it exciting and maddening at the same time. Her heat and wetness were so inviting that I found myself desperately wanting to slip inside her, just for a while! But Sakamae was relentless, and every time I tried to move to gain the angle I would need to put it in her pussy, she moved to counter me! Rrrrgg! She held my hands, smiling down at me and moaning as she pleasured us both. I was gasping and sweating in frustration. God, I wanted that pussy so badly I could taste it. Literally! Just when I thought I finally had her, and I could feel my tip dip into that delicious little slot, Sakamae exclaimed her orgasm in Japanese, her strong little legs clamping down on my hips as her nails dug into my chest. I still tried to get into her, pushing my hips around and curling my toes, but to no avail. Her orgasm was little, but it just seemed to whet her appetite. She scooted down my body, replacing her thong over her pink and swollen mound. My cock was a gooey, slippery mess from her pussy, but she made short work of that. I gasped sharply as she slowly traced her tongue up my shaft, making my hips arch off the bed in search of the source of the heat. "Mmm, I like your cock with extra flavoring," she said haltingly. I chuckled, then moaned again as Sakamae continued to clean my cock. My head was spinning, and each touch of her tongue my entire body seemed to lift further off the bed. In fact, my muscles were just tensing more and more in anticipation of feeling those soft lips. And as I found then and have proven in years since, Japanese girls don't ever disappoint. "Hooofuck!" I gasped, clutching the pillow behind my head and curling my toes even harder as I looked down at the action going on in my crotch. Sakamae stared right back at me, her wonderful deep brown eyes reflecting mine as she suckled the end of my cock like a baby on its mother's teat. Her head bobbed ever so slightly, her cheeks caved as she sucked hard. Already I could feel my load boiling in my balls, threatening to burst forth in a blinding torrent should such pleasure persist any longer! It was a feeling I was very familiar with, and usually a few second afterward I would feel the famous "Point of No Return", and would warn Sakamae that I was about to fill her ass with yet another load of cum. I was just about to warn her that a different set of cheeks was about to get pumped, when I realized I wasn't getting past that one point! I could feel my load roiling down below making my balls (and in fact my entire lower body) tingle with overt anticipation. But my orgasm wouldn't come, no pun intended. How was she doing this?! I could barely breathe as she continued her ministrations, somehow smiling even with my cock in her mouth. Sakamae varied her play, grasping my base and taking me deep into her throat, moving her head and her hand in perfect time. Her hand quickly became as slick as oil with a slippery combination of her leftover pussy juices and her saliva, which ran down my shaft in rivulets. I just watched as my shaft disappeared into her mouth over and over, her eyes still locked with mine, her little hand moving in perfect time. She could have been a metronome. Never had I had an orgasm move so slowly. Within 30 seconds of her lips touching my cock, I was ready to come, but she somehow held me at the brink of ages and ages. I could literally feel pressure building up in the base of my cock as what should have been 25 orgasms piled up behind each other, pushing and shoving to see who would blast out first. I gripped the covers and thrust my hips in time with her head bobs. Her lips slid smoothly up and down my shaft, rippling over every millimeter, her tongue following close behind to swirl up and over my tip, coaxing yet another orgasm to get into the shoving match with each slow, heavy bob. She knew what she was doing. It showed on her face. I could have watched her forever. No man ever gets enough of the sight of a hot young chick with her lips wrapped tightly around his rod. But I guess she finally decided I had enough torture, because all at once the traffic jam in my balls let loose. "Oh God…Oh fuck I'm cumming," I gasped. Sakamae just moaned sweetly, and all at once I came into her mouth. She didn't even break stride. Her head continued to bob and she continued to look me straight in the eye. It was as if there was so much semen that my cock was having trouble pumping it all out, because the ropes came in much longer intervals than usual. But with each massive contraction I could literally feel my cum pouring out of my cock like an artesian well, instead of the usual jolting cannon blast. After the first two spurts, which filled her mouth, Sakamae timed my orgasm brilliantly, never missing a beat: each time she took my cock deep into her throat, another spurt poured forth, sliding easily down her gullet and into her belly. She moaned with each thick, heavy jet, as if she was feasting on the best blue fin sushi. Finally, my balls were empty, and she slowly brought her blowjob to a halt. Her lips left my tip with a little slurp, and she licked her lips and swallowed, opening her mouth to show me clean teeth and cheeks. She smiled broadly and crawled up to lie next to me. I hugged her warm little body close as she lay on her side. "Where'd you put it all?" I laughed. She just giggled and rubbed her tummy in a circle, making a little satisfied moaning sound as if she'd just had a great meal. And as if I needed to say it, she might just have eaten a dozen eggs and not gotten half as much protein as was contained in what I just put in her belly! That was, unfortunately, the first and last real blowjob Sakamae ever gave me. The next night found my cock nudging her belly from below as I again plowed her posterior to the max, but I had to be content with filling her from the bottom up instead of the top down, because she wasn't swallowing any more semen. At the end of semester, I headed back to the States, and Sakamae headed back to some unpronounceable city in southern Japan, and that was that. Never saw her again. But if any of you blokes end up in Miyakonojo and find a hot little number that can take 10 inches of meat in the ass with the sweetest scream known to man, then you'd best find a way to get blown, too. Buggering her fifty-odd times should do the trick. So ends my saga of the best blowjobs ever. Only three! Seems criminal. But the night is still young, and there are so many ladies out there with a protein deficiency. Boys, start your scouting!