This was posted as a comment to someone's request for blow job stories. I'm saving it though

So best blowjob story I got. Back in my youth I was driving my then girlfriend down the highway, taking her home, when she decided she wanted one more drink.

I did not at that tender young age know what a nymphomaniac was, the word hadn’t been invented yet. By god she was one though.

Now mind you, this was about 0200, on a stretch of deserted highway, and oblivious to safety concerns, this dear young girl takes her left hand out of my right, and begins to rub me through my jeans.

I did the responsible thing, and noted the mile marker, as highway off ramps are usually about one per mile, if there’s something there to go to.

Meanwhile she has mastered the belt, bent the zipper to her will, and now had the gear shifter for my transmission in her hand.

My own tachometer was showing the increase in RPM’s as she rev’ed my engine up good. When I expressed the intention to find somewhere quieter and not 65 Mph for what was coming her reply was, “but then I’d have to stop doing this.”

Those were the last words she said to me that night. She managed to keep herself pretty well tongue tied after that. Now if this sounds like heaven, you must understand, there was an element of fear play here.

In the first place, she had to take a seatbelt off to sprawl across the front of the car and put her head in my lap. In the second place, we are still doing 65 miles down the highway, and I am most definitely a distracted driver. Last but not least, her right hand has taken a grip on the steering wheel, to help steady herself.

It is a proof that whatever higher power you choose the credit it to, thinks that somethings are sacred. A real life miracle that I did not encounter, nor get pulled over by a police officer that night.

I’ll speak only briefly of the actual blowjob. The woman was skilled in a way I was unable to appreciate at the time. This was a constant in the relationship actually, she was far more experienced than I was, and possibly than I still am today.

Between her lips and her tongue, the flashes of her face looking up at me from street lights, her mouth and her moans, the woman was a goddamned organ orchestra. And all of the instruments were played to perfection.

I think, though I do not know that it was one of the least gentle blowjobs she ever had, you see, in using the steering wheel to steady herself, she kept adjusting the direction of travel and I kept having to adjust it back.

This sounds minor, but stick a beer bottle half in your mouth, and then fall forward two inches without expecting it and you’ll understand.

I made it three miles, at 65mph, which is slightly better than a mile traveled each minute. She was indescribable. But I know the mileage, because that was the next exit.

I almost missed it, distracted driving as I said. So forgive that my brain wasn’t quite working. I braked as gently as I could, I didn’t want the poor girl to roll forward in a stop and headbutt the steering wheel.

We hit the ramp with too much momentum, I wasn’t thinking. It was a clover leaf ramp, which means we drove under the intersection street and then circled right into an arc over 90 degrees.

This required. . . . . . you guessed it!. . . . . . turning the steering wheel so that the portion she was grabbing, went down and away from her. At the same time the forward momentum was becoming lateral, and pulling her towards my half of the car.

This was we learned her true potential to deep throat. And I reacted much like a man who was already pulling off the highway because he was going to explode.

Right down her throat. We didn’t have a word for throatpies back then either, sex was still new and strange and largely only documented by organizations like playboy and penthouse. However a throatpie is exactly what she got.

She was in no position to pull away, and didn’t have the leverage of physical strength to fight the momentum and pull away. The poor girl had only two choices, choke, or swallow.

She wasn’t the dying with a throat full of cock and cum kind. Tears in her eyes, mucus, cum and mascara all dripping from her, nose, face and mouth, she had that drink she thought she wanted.

When she pulled off and sat back up, she was busy gasping for air for enough heartbeats for my brain to get some blood back into it.

I realized then what happens and I felt awful, I adored her and the realization of what happened, and that it was my fault hit me like a bag of hammers.

I went into immediate damage control, and told her it was the best blowjob she had ever given me, as she gazed at me with more fury in her eyes than the nine hells contain.

I told her how amazingly sexy she looked. She did in the state of vengeful disarray I had left her. Before she could find words I pulled her back over and kissed her forehead, telling her how badly I wanted to fuck her again, as she had never looked so sexy before.

It was true, and I suspect the only reason she let me live, is my aroused cock was prominently in her view when I kissed her forehead. Now, I’m a horny son of a bitch, but that was an amazingly fast turn around time even for me in my late teen years.

I’ll say this though, she never tried to distract me while I was driving again.