Choking on Pythons

In the books I read as a teenager, it was always the first time for the heroine when the hero laid her down gently on the canopy bed/ soft grass/ beach sand/ animal furs… He always knew what to do, where to touch, what to say, how slowly to go, how fast and the heroine always reached orgasm that first time… Even from a blow job alone!!! A virgin! Cumming from giving head! Yeah…but I swallowed (hehe) it hook’ line and sinker. Don’t worry though, I didn’t remain blissfully ignorant for long. I realized that fat, middle aged, white men were responsible for writing that trash the very first time I ever blew someone. He was a boy from church that was introduced to me by my best friend. He was from my ‘dating tall guys’ phase and he was perfect. Cute, older, tall, skinny, well mannered… We got to his place and talked for a bit before he asked if he could ‘taste my lips’. Corny , I know. I gave him my permission and we started making out. A few minutes later and h was predictably in my bra, under my panties, touching, feeling. I knew he was a virgin (most church boys were at that age) and was amused that he had gone that far. Also curious about how much further he was willing to go. He took off my panties, gave me the cursory amateur level head required to make me compliant, then asked me to reciprocate. You should’ve seen the look on my face when I caught a glimpse of his trouser snake, standing there proudly engorged and bigger than any in the pornos I’d watched to prepare myself for this moment. I obviously overestimated my prowess when I convinced myself that I could handle that weapon of mass destruction. I don’t know what good I’d done in this world for the universe to grant me such a fine gift on my very first sight of an erection, must’ve been a Mother Teresa-like act of charity. Either way, I wasn’t going to squander this opportunity. I took it into my hands and swore there was no way I’d let him fuck. My virgin ‘minx’ would never ever forgive me if I let him tear through her innocent walls. So I stuck out my tongue to taste him. Hmm…not bad. I liked how he smelled – manly without the interference of the usual sandalwood in cologne. I could get used to this. I pulled him deeper being careful to avoid contact with my teeth. I remembered advice from a dirty book I’d read to make my mouth a vacuum to increase the tightness of it all. This apparently felt too good because he did that thing that call girls HATE!!! He grabbed the back of my head and started ramming that huge thing towards the back of my throat. Oh God! The choking!!! In a few minutes tears were rolling down my face and I couldn’t breath! I was busy cursing my overzealous lust that made me pick a Maasai guy in the first place! Those people are famous for their shukas and what lies underneath. There’s a reason they’ve never liked trousers! They’re not…umm…accomodating enough. I was done with big things from then on. Hakuna haja ya kujiumiza in the name of pleasure. If you died choking while giving head what would your parents even tell people? “She was having Chinese and choked on python.” Lol, irony is that the Chines are more famous for little lizzards.