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Receiving:

High school. She was a hot-tempered, redheaded exchange student from Scotland, and taught me a great many things about sex.

We were friends before going out, and we crossed the boundary when my folks were out of town, and she invited herself over to stay with me, and announced that I was taking too damn long seducing her, so now it was her turn. She'd no sooner said that and closed the door behind her, then she pushed me down on the sofa, ripped open my fly, and yanked my jeans and tighty-whities off like they were on fire.

My friends, I had never before, nor have I since, seen a woman just inhale the cock like that. She slurped it down like a sword-swallower at a knockwurst convention. And you want to talk about work the shaft and cradle the balls? There was stroking, fondling, rubbing, squeezing, tugging, tickling, and some moves I don't know names for.

Tongue work? Oh yeah. Any of you folks remember Twin Peaks? Where Audrey Horne ties a maraschino cherry stem in a knot using only her tongue? This girl didn't bother with cherry stems, nor did my unit end up in a double windsor, but I believe with perfect faith that she could've done it. She did things with her tongue that Mick Jagger couldn't do if he knew mouth yoga. And she wasn't shy, either. She licked the balls, she gave me the rim job, she spit-shined the taint...the whole megillah. She even gave me the backdoor finger while she finished me off. Lord, there were nerve endings lighting up that I didn't even think I had, and she had enough suction going that I'm surprised she didn't suck out a kidney.

And, though I do enjoy a good facial from time to time, she knew instinctively that a BJ like that, you finish off with a swallow. And that girl drank down the man-meringue like it was the last batch on earth. You dudes know that sometimes, that kind of a thirst for it is just a turn-on in and of itself. Friends, I have had some suck-offs of legendary quality in my fortunate time on this planet, but that still is the all-time Olympic gold in my experience.

Giving:

College. One of my few ever one-night stand hookups. Met her filming an indy flick. She was a set dresser and continuity assistant. I had a bit part as an actor. We shot the shit and flirted while we were waiting for them to set up shots (small crew+very exacting director/DP=loooong setups). Major clickage. Huge chemistry. She wasn't really my type-- too skinny, very slightly slutty-- but we just had the moment, sensed it would be great. Went back to her dorm room after the shoot wrapped for the day (thank God she had a single!) and got down to it. The clothes came off pretty quick, and I think she was all set to just climb on and blast off, but I have a pretty bad pussy addiction, and I gots to have me a taste.

I pulled her down on the bed, kissed my way down south, slid off and knelt on the floor, with her legs over my shoulders, and took my time at it.

I won't lie, friends. I take some pride in my skills. I studied. I honed. I practiced. And the Good Lord let my efforts bear fruit. But I am not sure I have ever managed to exceed my performance that night. I teased the hell out of that girl. There was nowhere I didn't lick, no fold untongued, no crevice unprobed, and it was butterflies and feathers and summer breezes the whole way, until she was almost screaming from frustration, her legs literally shaking on my shoulders, waiting for me to bring her release. She sighed. She moaned. She begged. She was not quiet about it.

And then I got into it. There was tongue-fucking. There was licking of the g-spot. There was fingering of the ass. There was sucking of the clit in so very many ways. Spiral licking, swirls, change-ups, tongue massage, sweep-and-dip, nibbling, thick-and-thin, corkscrew licks...every trick in my repertoire, and some I came up with on the spot, and they all just seemed to be perfectly timed. I was in the zone. It was like I could sense exactly where she wanted to be touched, how strong, how soft, how fast, when to change...I was on. It was like the cunnilingual equivalent of pitching a perfect game. Except Mrs. Koufax was never this happy with Sandy.

This girl might have been skinny, but I would never have predicted her lung power. I am not sure I ever heard anyone else make noise like that. That was my ideal definition for "raise the roof." Neighbors on both sides of the room pounded on the walls and told us to shut up. If I hadn't had my hands totally full trying to keep the streak going while drawing breath through a girl-muscle muffler, I would've worried about the window glass cracking. I kid you not, I went down on her for close to an hour, and I counted eleven orgasms. She claimed over fifteen, and said that she had never experienced anything to come close.

God bless college. Nothing really compares to the experience of a real education.

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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.

(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)