On my twenty-second birthday, my best friend's girlfriend surprised me with a blowjob.

Up until this point, I had only been blown by two people - both on multiple occasions; the most recent had been a couple years prior by an ex-girlfriend who thought it would be fun to play with my cock while I was driving her home. She had spent some time probing my stiffness through my clothes and, after deciding excitedly it was "nice and hard", freed it from the confines of my jeans. She spent some time rubbing it - feeling the bulbous head, tickling my tight sack - then she leaned into my lap and began licking the tip, then down the shaft - like an ice cream cone. She slid her lips over the tip but never really put more than the head in her mouth. After a couple minutes of "lip fucking", she stopped, complained that her neck was aching and accused me of not being able to cum fast enough. "I've sucked guys before that cum the minute I put my mouth on them," she announced proudly.

"Really," I said, sardonically. I dropped her off and we never saw each other again.

Fast forward to my best friend's girlfriend, Jan. My buddy, Tim, had been dating her off-and-on for a while. They'd get together, fuck like rabbits, fight, break up, and repeat. She was a fiery, fun, long-haired wavy brunette who lived for cock - and, I suspected, the occasional pussy, though I was never able to confirm this. A mother of three by the time she was twenty-four, she was curvy - wide hips, big, voluptious tits - and the epitome of white trash: lived in a double-wide, supported by welfare, hard-drinking, dope-smoking, Trans Am driving, hard-rock/country music loving, all-American woman.

I was in love.

Tim and I would go to her house almost every Friday night. We'd drink, chat it up, they'd smoke like chimneys and, invariably, wind up having sex. Didn't really matter where: on the couch, in the back seat of his car, outside in the backyard. They had no modesty and I was usually too drunk to protest. I remember one incident where I was into my third bottle of...whatever...lying on the hood of Tim's car while he and Jan were exploring each other in his back seat. She had started a drinking game with me: I was supposed to repeat everything she was telling me, verbatim. If I goofed, I had to take a drink. I followed her instruction dutifully, repeating what she was telling me, taking a drink when ordered and feeling the car rock gently beneath me as my buddy was no doubt driving his swollen cock into her soft, damp pussy.

I moved away in late summer but I kept returning about once a month. Each time I came back, my buddy and I would go back to Jan's house and pick up where we left off. On one occasion, she had a late night bonfire with a bunch of mutual friends. It was one of those perfect nights - everyone was having a great time, drinking, telling great stories and listening to good music. Tim and I were one of the last to leave. As we headed to the car, she came over to see us off. While Jan was bidding goodbye to Tim, I took a few steps over to the adjoining field to give them some privacy. Jan saw me and warned me not to wander too far because she wanted to talk to me. I approached.

Jan stepped over to me. A whole head shorter than me, she tilted her head up and looked at me with soft, brown, smiling eyes. "God, you're tall," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling her body into mine. In that moment, time stopped. I hugged her hard, pressing my face into her soft, brown hair, savoring the sweet, smoky mixture of the bonfire, her conditioner (apples?), and sweat. I could feel the ample swell of her breasts pressing against me through our t-shirts, swearing - though my memory is a bit hazy - that I felt the firm points of her nipples. My cock jumped and solidified, trapped in its cotton prison. I could feel the heat of our bodies mingling and, for that brief, sheltered moment, it was just Jan and I standing there, locked in our embrace.

Jan released her arms and placed one hand on the side of my neck and nuzzled the other side gently, gradually drifting up to my ear. She drew my earlobe into her warm mouth and bit it longingly with a soft moan. Her other hand ran down to the rapidly growing bulge at my crotch and squeezed it firmly. Now it was my turn to moan. She drew back slightly and whispered in my ear.

"I want to fuck you."

She released me and backed away with a smile. "Don't forget," she mouthed as, dumbfounded, I got into Tim's car.

It was a while before I made it back to town again but Jan's final statement to me was burned into my brain. My brain, which was doing its best to convince me that fucking my buddy's girlfriend would probably be a "bad thing", was losing out to my hormones, my uncontrollable sex drive and my unrelenting penis. The internal argument went from "I CAN'T fuck my best friend's girlfriend" to "I SHOULDN'T fuck my best friend's girlfriend" to "my best friend will understand if I DID fuck his girlfriend" to "Hell! My buddy WOULD approve and, damn it, I'm GOING to fuck his girlfriend" in a matter of days.

I finally made it back to town a few days after my birthday. Tim decided to celebrate by taking me to every bar he could find. Then, around ten p.m. (and for good measure), he picked up a twelve-pack, a pack of Trojans and a pack of cigars and headed over to Jan's house.

Jan was sitting on the front stoop, lit only by the sixty watt, yellow bug light that illuminated the porch of her double-wide. She was leaning forward, clad in a white tank top midriff that offered a more than generous peek at her breasts and Daisy Duke cut-offs. Her long brunette tresses were tossed casually to one side in a sort of redneck-cum-Veronica Lake peek-a-boo hair style. Between the index and middle-finger of her right hand was a half-smoked Winston. She tracked the car as we pulled up her driveway.

"What's the occasion?" she inquired as I stepped out with the case of Budweiser.

"It's his birthday," Tim responded.

"Iz'zat so," Jan said, flipping me a wry smile. "Well, we should go in and celebrate."

We followed her into the house. Tim set the twelve pack on the kitchen table and wasted no time cracking one open. Jan flipped a deck of cards on the table and started rooting around in the cupboards above the stove.

"Whatcha lookin' for," my best friend asked.

"Snacks," Jan said, standing on tip-toe and straining to reach the top shelf. Her tank-top crept up to expose the soft, peach-hued underswell of her tit and her Daisy Dukes followed suit, providing me a glimpse of the bottom of one perfectly rounded ass cheek.

"Need some help, babe?" Tim offered.

"Just need someone tall," she said, winking at me. "And you'll do nicely!"

I stepped behind her to offer assistance. "I've got some pretzels up there somewhere. The kitchen's a bit tight so you're gonna have to reach over top of me." As I leaned in against her to reach the top shelf, she leaned forward into the counter. As my crotch met her ass, she starting grinding her body into mine. My dick responded almost instantaneously, pulsing against her full buttock, causing her to grind deeper against me. I grabbed the pretzels, thrusting my bulge against her ass, then pulled away and joined my buddy at the table for a beer.

Jan came over, hard nipples outlined against her thin cotton tank. She lit up another cigarette and Tim reached for a cigar. Jan mock slapped his hand. "You are not smoking those smelly things in here." Tim released the pack and exchanged it for a cigarette. Satisfied, Jan took a drag then offered it to me. I wasn't a smoker, but took it anyway. I took a pull on it, then exhaled, coughing. Jan grinned at me. "Probably better you don't start," and started dealing hands for gin rummy.

We chatted and drank through the entire game. The more drunk we got, the more blue the conversation became. Jan and Tim talked about their sexual exploits, the best sex positions, weirdest place to have sex, how to give head, etc. "Gin!" she cried, then went out for the last time, winning out at over 500 points. I lost by a huge margin.

"Aw, don't feel bad," she said, grinning and resting one hand on my upper thigh, "it's all in how you lay 'em." She slid her hand up to my crotch and felt for my hardness. "I can show you...if you want."

She got up and walked over to the couch in the living room where Tim was rolling a joint. She reached across him and turned off the floor lamp, then stretched out on the couch, her head in his lap. I took a seat in the chair caddy-corner from them and occupied myself with whatever was on T.V. It seemed to be some B-movie from the 70's, but I couldn't tell which. Tim lit the doobie and took a long drag before passing it to Jan. Jan pulled heavily on it, held it and exhaled. They were illuminated by only the light from the kitchen-cum-dining room, but it was enough. The floor show was about to begin.

Jan yawned, stretched her arms above her head, extending her body to its full length, pointing her toes straight out to me. Her tank rose over the swell of her breasts, exposing her large dark aeriolas with two extremely erect nipples protruding from their centers. Her legs were stretched out taut and she raised them up to the sky, toes pointed straight to the ceiling. Then, with great intention, she spread them apart - Daisy Dukes be damned! The denim neatly covered her vaginal opening, clitoris and anus, but it wasn't able to contain her meaty, neatly trimmed labia and ass cheeks. The folds of flesh lay helplessly exposed, free from their cotton confines. Tim took another drag on the joint, then grabbed one of Jan's full breasts. She moaned as Tim kneaded her yielding flesh. Her outstretched arm returned to her midsection then traveled down to her crotch and began rubbing, pulling and stretching the labial flesh. I watched, mesmerized, as they snapped back into their original form. Tim placed the joint in a nearby ashtray, bent down and drew her other breast into his mouth. Jan eased one finger, then two under the denim and into her waiting hole.

"God, I need fucked!" she cried. Tim stood up and unzipped his pants. His thick, semi-rigid cock fell out. He bent in front of her to straddle her face. She reached over with her free hand to grab his member and pull it toward her. She stroked it once or twice then slid her lips over it, sucking the fat head, then down the shaft. Her other hand prodded at her pussy. "Ungh..." she moaned through a mouthful of cock.

My buddy groaned as Jan's mouth and tongue worked their way across his shaft and along the underside of his swollen head. Her cheeks flared as she sucked his penis deep into her throat, and slid it back out with a wet, sloppy, audible "POP!"

Tim climbed on top of her, unbuttoned her shorts and slid them over her thighs, down her legs and dropped them on the floor beside the couch. At the same time, Jan pulled her tank top (which, by this point, had merely been doubling as a neck warmer, her voluptuous tits having been set free some time earlier) over her head. She sat up, leaned forward and took my buddy's cock in deep in her mouth again and pulled back, leaving his cockhead shiny and wet with her saliva. She arched her back and rubbed his slick unit over one meaty breast, encircling her large, dark aeriola and flicking it back and forth over her erect nipple. She popped it into her mouth again, her lips engulfing it - seeming to savor its hardness, then released it and inserted it into her cleavage. With both hands, she cupped the sides of her mighty tits and slid them up and down Tim's rigid manhood. Tim grunted softly as his cock disappeared and reappeared into her fleshy mounds - like some kinky game of "hide-and-seek".

He removed his turgid penis from her breasts and forced her back into the well-worn couch. "How many cocks has that couch seen?" I wondered to myself, my own cock swelling against the unyielding fabric of my jeans. How many cum stains on it? How many belonged to my buddy? How much pussy juice had soaked into the fabric? Part of me wished I had a black light; part of me wasn't sure I wanted to know.

Jan eased back, brunette hair spilling across the ragged throw pillow, her large mammaries spilling down over her upper ribcage. Tim started toward her when she put her hand up. "If you're gonna fuck me, you need to wrap that thing. I don't wanna get pregnant again." She laughed breathily. "Either that, or you can just fuck me in the ass."

Tim debated this for a moment and then looked over toward me. "Dude - grab those rubbers off the kitchen table."

I took another slug of my beer, stood up, adjusted myself, walked across the room and grabbed the brown bag off the table. I opened the box, ripped a Trojan off and tossed it to Tim. "Hope to hell you didn't expect me to put it on you," I said, wryly.

"Could ya?" my buddy smirked, waggling his dick at me. I took note - like mine, his was average size, maybe a bit shorter than mine, but a bit thicker. Like me, he was also cut.

"In your dreams, dude." I wandered back over to my chair and stared out the window while my buddy went to town on Jan. She was clearly in heat and moaned excitedly as he rammed his fuckstick in and out of her.

"Ohhh...OHHHH...OHHHHHH...don't stop, you bastard!" Tim, much to Jan's dismay, failed to comply and it was over fairly quickly. As she was on the verge of her climax, Tim let out a few soft moans and a grunt. I looked back to see him collapse against her.

Tim climbed off her, his dick deflated, and pulled the rubber off. "Well," Jan said, "so much for Act I." She looked over at me and giggled, drunkenly. "Next!"

Was she serious? I looked up to see her pointing at me. The pointer finger turned upward and curled into a "come here" gesture. I got up, began walking over to the couch, then turned and went to the bathroom.

I did a quick inventory. My best friend's girlfriend wants to fuck me...while my best friend watches. While I was certain this stuff only happens in porn films, here it was...larger than life. I didn't have to go to the bathroom - with my boner it would've been impossible. Rather, for reasons still unknown to me, I took off my pants and yanked my tighty-whities off. I thought, if I'm going to fuck her, I don't want her unzipping my pants to find these. That'd be embarassing. I pulled up my pants, flushed the commode, washed my hands, balled up my undies and walked back into the living room, shoving the rogue underwear into my jacket pocket.

"Next!" Jan said again. There was a sense of urgency in her voice. I walked over to the couch where she lay, brunette hair still strewn across the throw pillow. I had never fucked a girl before. Played around with, yes; actually rogered, no. I wasn't sure where to start. I sat on the arm of the chair, reached down and stroked her bare leg. She giggled, "You tickle. Are you going to come over where I can reach you or not?"

I stood up and walked to her, sliding my hand up her leg, across her thigh, up her stomach - taking note of the stretch marks; I had never seen stretch marks before - and across one voluptuous breast, flicking a very erect nipple. Jan reached up and unzipped my pants. My rigid cock flew out ("you rang?") and Jan stroked it expertly. I continued fondling her breasts while she worked my cock. I bent down and kissed her firmly on the mouth. It was warm and wet, but not sloppy. She curled her arms around my neck and pulled in to her. It was a lover's kiss, sweet and passionate and I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I broke away and pulled my jeans off. "Love me," Jan purred, softly.

Then, in an action that surprised even me, I climbed onto the couch, next to her head, knees resting on the arm of the chair. I straddled her head and bent down to kiss her belly. "Ow! Ow! My hair," Jan said, "You're on my hair!" I adjusted the offending knee and apologized. "It's okay - I like where you're going with this."

I bent down to kiss her belly and worked my way down to her pubic mound, lowering my cock to her face while I did so. As I kissed my way down to her warm slit, I felt her mouth engulf my hard cock, greedily sucking it in and out.

I kissed her labia, sucking the fleshly lips into my mouth and heard her moan in delight. I felt my cock move deeper down her throat.

Up to this point, I had never gone down on a girl before. I knew about the clitoris, but hadn't the faintest idea where it was. I figured if I just kept sucking on her mound, I was in good shape. Her moans continued and I felt my cock fall even further into her throat, as she pumped me with her mouth. I licked her slit gently, tongue tracing over her feminine folds, she grabbed my head with her hands and shoved my face into her crotch. My tongue penetrated her. I tasted her womanly insides, her cream spread across my chin, mixing with my saliva. I thrust my tongue deeper, fucking her with my mouth.

Her hands moved away from my head. As she milked my cock with her mouth, both hands encircled my sac which, up until now had been bouncing off her chin. She grabbed it with both hands, each hand seeking out my ripe fruits, separated them, rolled them between her fingers and pulled them taut. An electric charge eminated from my perineum, coursed through my scrotum, testes and reproductive cords. I felt that familiar tingle through my penile shaft, signaling the release of a large amount of pre-cum. Jan grabbed my ass and forced me deeper, drinking hungrily. I returned the favor, placing both hands under her ass and pressing her pussy into my face, tongue traveling deeper, hitting something - hard and round. Jan thrust and moaned against me, more of her cream oozed out of her slit. I lapped it up like cat at a bowl of milk.

Her hands kneaded my buttocks. She worked my cock like a champ. In and out, her tongue tracing my full and pulsing glans. Slowly, a finger traced diagonally down my ass cheek, grazed the puckered hole, paused on the fleshy ridge just below it - then pressed hard.

To the best of my knowledge, she didn't actually enter my ass. Jan hit something that I STILL can't find to this day. Despite numerous attempts by me and other women, it remains a mystery. What happened next was absolutely astounding. My cock went completely rigid as Jan applied pressure and she released my cock with a wet "pop". She circled my nuts with her tongue before drawing them into her mouth with enough suction to suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. My penis was harder and more erect than I could ever remember it, no doubt a combination of the suction on my testicles and the great force on my taint.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!!!" I groaned. Jan grabbed my rigid cock and squeezed firmly. Clear globs of seminal fluid oozed out of my cockhead. I felt one of her fingernails probe my cock slit, then trace across the ridges of my glans.

"MMMMMMMmmm!!!!!" I said, around a mouthful of pussy. Jan released my scrotum from her mouth, ran my moist cockhead across her lips, slid my turgid member into her throat and resumed sucking. She continued applying pressure at my ass, drawing small circles with her finger.

As I continued sucking and licking Jan's vagina, another taste crossed my palette. Not feminine, but chemical. It took me a minute to realize what it was: the taste of the condom my best friend had wrapped around his dick while he was fucking the pussy that I was now tongue-deep into. I glanced over at my buddy, who was sitting on the chair directly across from us, hard prick in hand, stroking intently. This revelation turned me on so much that I pulled Jan's pussy closer and tongue-fucked her even more intensely.

"Aaah!" Jan sighed. "AAHHH!!"

"MMMMMMMMmmmmm!!!!" I groaned. The skin of my dick felt too tight, like a sausage casing about to burst over heat that was too high. I needed to taste more of her. I wanted to suck her whole being into me while she sucked my being into her. We were combining, becoming one, becoming each other, our moans blending musically in unison.

"UNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHhhhhhhh!" My body spasmed, releasing my fluids. Pulses of semen jetted from my cock into Jan's mouth as she continued to work my cock.

"MMMMMMmmmmppppphh!!!!" Jan's body tensed and lifted off the couch as a stream of fluid flowed from her juicy slit into my open mouth. At first I thought she was pissing. "She's cumming?" I wondered excitedly. I continued sucking her pussy, feasting on her juices, while my cock continued spewing my essence down her throat.

We lay there, post-climax, my body on top of hers, my softening cock still pulsating; my face inches from her twitching vagina. I felt her warm mouth move back to my balls as she kissed my ball-sac and nuzzled my testes.

Reluctantly, I climbed off her. I turned to reach for my pants, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I swung around to find myself face to face with Jan, who was blowing the biggest cum bubble I had ever seen - which really isn't saying much because I hadn't seen any up to that point.

"Mwah!" Jan announced, cum bubble popping in my face. She giggled, grabbed me by the side of my head, stuck her tongue out and licked my face. She giggled again and I watched, amazed, as she swallowed my load. I stood up, in an attempt to put my pants on, and Jan tugged on my cock to lick a rogue bubble of cum from the tip of my withering penis.

"You swallowed!" I said, increduluously.

Jan giggled again. "Well, of course! Spitters are quitters." She nodded to Tim, "Hun - can you toss me a cigarette?" Tim softball pitched the pack - with lighter stowed in it for safe keeping - and Jan expertly caught it. She looked at me and smiled. "First United Methodist girls softball team - catcher." She light the cigarette and blew out a steady stream of smoke. "And, yes, I fucked the coach."

She didn't add needless detail; it was succinct and to the point. She also didn't elaborate - was the coach a man or a woman? Where in a methodist church would such an event happen? How old were the respective parties? I felt my cock jump again. The mind reeled - I was going to have plenty to think about tonight. And I knew that was exactly what Jan wanted. For me never to forget her.

I think I saw her just once or twice after that and we never fooled around. By that time, she was dating someone my buddy affectionately dubbed, "Pumpkinhead". I never met the guy; Tim filled me in on the stats - he's tall, a meathead, loves to work out, ex-military and promised Jan a stable future. My buddy knew he was out-gunned. "Jan says he's got the biggest package she's ever seen too."

Tim and Jan drifted apart and, gradually, so did Tim and me. I moved further away from home and the phone calls became less frequent with only hollow promises to "come and visit".

I still think about those two from time-to-time. But, as far as blowjobs from girls go, Jan is still - hands-down - the winner.