Paco eased up a little on the pillow, rested his head on the wall and closed his eyes. He felt the nerve endings on his cock tremble as Alba’s mouth moved down it, up and down, up and down. Oh God! He was rock-hard. A blowjob was so unlike any previous experience that, as it was sucked, his penis felt like a different organ, a brand new organ that hadn’t been on his body until today. He wanted to thrust, as if making love to her, but he knew this was too good to stop.
Alba now licked his balls, jerking his cock with his hands. He looked down at her. She looked different, having taken off her glasses. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and in bangs. Freckles were spotted across her nose and inner cheeks. She was wearing her bikini…they’d come from the beach and, although he was naked, she had not removed her top…
“Ahhhhhhhhh,”.
His penis was as alive as it had ever felt, but he realized it needed some jerking to reach orgasm. He wanted so bad to reach down, but he also wanted to prolong the experience, to see what Alba would do.
It was in her mouth again.
“Bit faster,” he whispered.
She changed rhythm, sucking it firmly and quickly and Paco could not believe anything could feel this good. The sensation of his cock, the sight of her (nearly) bare ass in the air beyond his knees. He closed his eyes again, and Alba’s tongue ran snake-like across the top and then…
Alba stopped gulping, seized his cock and jerked it hard with her hand. It took five seconds for him to cum, an explosive orgasm that shot out of his cock and arced across his upper torso. He yelled.
Alba scooted up and sat next to him on the bed. He breathed deeply, then leaned over and kissed her.
“Jesus, where did you learn that?” he asked. Alba giggled, and looked down, coyly.
Evidently, she had no intention of telling him. He decided to tease.
“Seriously. You’ve done that before, right?” he said with a smile.
She put her fingers to her lips.
“Come on, tell me!”
Alba’s demeanor changed, slightly.
“No, Paco. I don’t want to. Know when to stop.”
Paco opened his mouth to argue but realized that pressing too hard might result in the loss of a potential second blowjob. He clammed up.
But he wondered, though. They lived up in the mountains, almost a village, really. There weren’t many people about. Alba was only nineteen, like him. She hadn’t spent years in the city or travelled abroad. She was a small-town girl. There wasn’t a big pool of guys she could have practiced on, and he almost certainly knew the guy, whoever it was.
“I got to go. My folks will be wondering where I am. I’ll call you tomorrow, Paco, ok?”
She pulled on her jeans and t-shirt and gave him a peck on the cheek to say goodbye.
Paco watched her go then messaged his best friend, Oscar.
“Beer later? I’ve had quite a day!”
*
Alba took a sip of water and licked her lips. Oscar’s penis was half erect. She pulled her t-shirt off, and saw his eyes look her over, coming to rest on her breasts. She bent and, with her thumb and index finger, eased his cock into her mouth.
“I’ve got to get going. Don’t take too long!” were the last words she said as she dipped down.
“Me too. Meeting a friend for a beer at eight,” Oscar said, closing his eyes.
Alba teased his glans with her tongue, then she twisted her head in a semi-circle three times, as if she were polishing the top of his cock.
“Holy shit!” Oscar murmured.
“Alba. You should let me go down on you. You’re giving your best work for free!”
“No, you’re ok. It’s my pleasure.”
“You…ahhhhhh…. you really don’t want any action?”
“All in good time,” she said enigmatically.
She felt Oscar grip her scalp, running his fingers through her hair.
“Quicker,” he whispered.
Alba knew when a man was about to come. She could sense a very slight change in the way his cock felt. It hardened almost imperceptibly. There was a threshold beyond which the man was no longer in control. Oscar was nearly there. She decided to go deep, opening her throat and lowering her mouth right down. Oscar was almost frantic. She pulled up, her lips around his shaft and….
He came hard in her mouth.
“I’m going to give you such an orgasm one day,” he said. “I fucking owe you one.”
“Yes, you do. Now, go be with your friend!” she said with a laugh.
*
On Alba’s stepbrother’s bookshelf was a pickup artist’s guide to bedding women. Alba had sneaked into his room and read it one day, when Luis was away at college. It had said, “Anyone who says the way to a man’s heart is his stomach knows nothing. The number one way to get and keep a man is to give him mind-blowing oral sex…”
Alba had taken the advice to heart. She’d chosen a guinea pig and given her first. The moans, the heavy breathing and the cry at the end had acted like a shot of adrenaline for her. He would, she realized, remember her for the rest of his life. That was what Alba wanted, above all. To be remembered. To be thought of, even when they were with their future wives.
So, she’d tried it again with another young man. She reduced him to a quivering, trembling wreck. Putty in her hands. She was learning about men the hard way. Within a month, two more cocks had passed her lips.
There were gifts. There were meals in the local restaurant. New clothes were presented to her. Even jewelry. At nineteen, virtually every guy in the village was mad about her. She realized what a time-efficient method of getting your way blowjobs were. For fifteen minutes effort, she could make a guy her devotee and still have ample time to study and read and walk out in nature. It wasn’t like she was doing it professionally. Sometimes, though, she did wonder if she could…
*
