Welcome back to my sexual autobiography! In this series, I find questions on the Lush forums that I can answer truthfully and write out the story! 

First, there is a little backstory to this tale. I have found it almost impossible to write erotica recently. I used to be, as the site terms it, an “active ink slinger.” But, in the last three months, the muse has completely deserted me. Apart from a silly poem for the competition, it’s dried up.

A part of why, might be my long-term quest for the omnium badge. I’ve been writing stories to fit genres, rather than characters and sex acts I have a passion for, and now I’m down to watersports, femdom, and cross-dressing, and I just can’t get interested enough in those genres to bring them to life.

I told my husband this in bed one night. He suggested that I went back to my sexual autobiography and tell a true story. So, I jumped back into ‘Ask the Gals’! 

And this poster asks, What is your favourite position for sucking a cock? 

Rewind twenty years. George W. Bush is president of the United States. King Juan Carlos is the King of Spain. The coming economic catastrophe of 2007 and the pandemic are scarcely imaginable, never mind real events. MC1982 is twenty-two years old, coming up twenty-three. She is friends with the man who will later be Mr.MC1982, but they are not yet together. For now, they are both taking their pleasure with other people.

Jakub was my first one-night stand. And he introduced me to a sex act that I enjoyed so much that I have gone back to it again and again. Every subsequent boyfriend and, of course, my husband, has shared this act with me, although not every attempt was as successful as the first. 

We open with Jakub and I lying in bed together, napping, post-coitus. I stirred from my gentle slumber to find that, no, it had not been a dream. There really was a handsome man in bed with me. 

Jakub looked good naked, even if it was a little cramped on my single bed. He was not a tall guy, but he was still taller than me. He had a beard and short brown hair. 

And he had the largest penis I have personally encountered, and this had not gone unappreciated. I watched him sleep, admiring his wiry, muscular form and the meaty thing that lay dormant on his thigh and thinking back on the sex we’d had. It had started slowly but finished with me holding the headboard and crying out aloud as I received the hardest, most vigorous seeing to of my life. It had been wild. Jakub was only my fourth partner, and it was clear that he was easily the most experienced of the men I’d been with.   

“Buenas dias,” I whispered to him as he woke up, and was rewarded with a smile and a tender kiss.   

As soon as we had both made bathroom visits, Jakub’s penis started to swell again. I stroked it with my fingers, and then we entwined our legs. We kissed. Holding him close, I wanted more. 

But there was a snag. I’d not replenished my condom box recently, and I was out. Jakub didn’t have one either. A tiptoed attempt at a heist of my flatmate’s supply in the bathroom was foiled…like me, she apparently kept hers in her room.

“Have you ever had a sixty-nine?” he asked. I told him I had not. This was true, but I’d heard of it. As soon as he said it, my heart thumped a little faster with excitement. 

“It’s amazing. We could try, if you like.”

I was at an age when I just wanted to experience more. Like most young people, I was under the impression that my peers led far more interesting and wilder lives than me. So, I was taking every chance I got to try something new. I had both given and received oral sex before, but I hadn’t tried the fabled sixty-nine. Of course, I agreed. 

There were some brief negotiations. I would take the ‘on top’ role. I got up and positioned my body over his. His hands took a firm grip on my buttocks. I lifted his penis from his stomach and eased it into my mouth. Jakub’s tongue brushed my vagina, soft, gentle, and warm. 

As well as being the best-endowed man I had known, he was also clearly the most sexually experienced guy I had been with up to that point. Jakub knew where my clitoris was, and how it worked. He knew how to give oral sex, including in this new position. When I had overcome my slight sense of awkwardness at having my bottom and genitals so closely inspected by someone I barely knew, it felt fantastic. 

I loved how our bodies were so close. I loved the warmth of his body as my breasts rested on his stomach. I liked the way his chest touched my belly every time it rose and fell with each breath. I liked how he used both his fingers and his tongue, just as I used mine on the head of his cock and his testicles. I liked the gentle breeze of his warm breath around my intimate parts. This will sound strange, but I liked the sounds of slurping and lip-smacking, as well as the ‘Ooohs’ and ‘Aaahs’ we both made. I liked his hands caressing my bottom and my back. For all the merits of cowgirl, doggy-style, and missionary, you cannot beat a sixty-nine for intimacy.

As he had orgasmed so recently, Jakub lasted a long time. I must have sucked him at every speed, depth, and angle. When the whole of his shaft was good and wet, I practiced opening my throat, a skill I had learnt with my previous boyfriend. Behind me, his mouth abruptly withdrew from my pussy, and Jakub moaned loudly. As soon as I came up for air and went back to sucking the head, I felt his attentions resume.

With sweet whispers, we each told the other what we wanted. As things progressed, it grew harder for both of us to consider the other’s pleasure, but we knew we had to; we knew that good sex demanded that we not neglect our partner, even as orgasm neared.

At last, my knees trembling on the bed, I came. 

Jakub took my hand and placed it around the base of his cock, then asked me to suck it faster. I did, shaking it, and a moment later I heard him cry out, and I felt a shot of warm liquid across my tongue. I turned to face him and stuck out my tongue, so he could see what he had produced for himself before it disappeared down my throat. 

“Eres un aventurera!” he told me. 

It wasn’t my all-time greatest orgasm, not even close. I haven’t named sixty-nine as my favourite oral sex act because the orgasms have been my best. I chose it because, from the first time I tried it, I have loved the closeness and the intimacy of the body contact. My first sixty-nine was the most erotic moment of my life, up to that point. 

My next partner, Eric (who was making a triumphant return to my bed), agreed to give it a go. Unfortunately, my second sixty-nine fell well short of the first. To be fair, Eric had not already orgasmed that day. He was younger and less experienced. And it was all too much for him. My privates were lowered to his face. I started on his cock, but within five minutes, in the depths of my stomach, his semen was joining my dinner.

Later, with another lover called Iker, I did it side by side, which was okay but hard on the neck. 

With Didac, I tried the sixty-nine on my back, beneath him. This was not as enjoyable. I learnt that, on top, a guy is more prone to thrusting. Didac made me gag, and he had to be told that I do the deepthroating, thank you very much, not him. 

I did it with Jonatan, and here I must pause, for a sixty-nine with Jonatan led to one of the great moments of my sex life. He is the only one of my exes I am still friends with, and I cannot meet him without remembering this, even as our spouses sit at the table together. 

We had pleasured each other for the requisite time. His cock was like granite, trembling, on the brink of orgasm. I relieved him of the need to lick, deciding to let him enjoy his moment. I climbed off. I took his penis in my hand. I began to shake it. I added to the glistening coat of saliva with some suction. It didn’t take long. He came.

But he didn’t just empty out onto his belly, as guys usually do. Jonatan’s cum shot out like a cannon and sailed over his head and sprayed the headboard! I’d never seen a man come like it, not even in movies. It was hot because it made me feel like a skilled and accomplished lover. I have tried and failed to replicate this effect with my husband.

Speaking of whom, if there is one person who enjoys a sixty-nine even more than me, it is Mr. MC1982. I don’t know what you were doing on the night of Friday the twenty-eighth of February this year, but, over in Spain, my husband and I were lovingly making a meal of each other’s genitals. 

It was, of course, that encounter that prompted this story. This year, we will have been married ten years. I’m glad to say we’ve kept enough spark to still be making love like that. It’ll be spring soon. Let’s hope a summer of sixty-nine will follow!

Up till now, I’ve taken my true stories from the Lush forums. But if there’s a question you’d like me to answer in the next installment of The Sexual Autobiography of MC1982, do fire away in the comments. Don’t waste time asking about bukkake and gang bangs... not guilty. But if someone pops an interesting question that I can answer truthfully from my sexual scrapbook, I’ll spill the beans. 

Thank you for reading my stories!