I think fellatio may be the best word for it. She does not really suck on my dick, well maybe a little, but sucking cock does not really convey the experience. Just as she does not blow on it, or very little anyway. Okay, my cock has a head, but she does not give it to me; it is already there. Fellatio, on the other hand, is a sort of nebulous term, probably derived from some old Latin word. It conjures up, at least in my mind, the whole concept and feeling of what she is doing when my cock is in her mouth. Her mouth becomes sort of a vagina with moving parts—totally thrilling!
My first experience receiving fellatio was in my junior year of high school, in the back seat of my dad’s car, with my new girlfriend, Karen. This was our second date, and we were in love, or lust, or a combination there of. I was still a virgin in terms of actual pussy penetration, but I had experienced almost everything else, except a blow job—I did not even know the word fellatio yet.
After a movie, I took her to a known, favorite, secluded place to park, and enjoy each others company, without much worry of being interrupted. She was a spirited, flirtatious girl, who was all for physical interaction, except for actual intercourse. She was saving herself for marriage, but anything else was fine—better than fine, necessary.
While locked in an energetic kiss, our clothes were being unbuttoned, unzipped, and unhooked—every thing but her white cotton panties—she had a powerful leg lock over those. She did have nice, beautiful tits that she shoved in my face, and she stroked my cock with obvious experience.
She moaned and moaned as I switched back and forth between her boobs. Her cock stroking was getting me close to cumming, and I had no place for it to go. This was not good for dad’s car. I stopped her and explained the problem.
“No problem! Just keep working my tits and I will take care of you!”
She quickly slid down and engulfed my cock in her mouth. Of course I had heard all about this, but never experienced it. I thought a hand job was great; this was nirvana!
Her head was going up and down; it was twisting around. Her tongue was licking me. Added to that was her hand, jerking the bottom part of my cock. Not to mention her other hand gently holding my balls. Good God, I had never known ecstasy like this.
I tried my very best to keep rubbing her tits, but knew I was not doing a great job. My mind and body were about to explode. Instinctively, I grabbed her head, just as I started to shoot out my creamy jizz. I held her in place as my cock pumped and pumped.
Finally, I let go and flopped back against the seat.
“How was that Babe?”
“Jesus Christ, Karen, that was fuckin’ unbelievable! Did you swallow it all?”
“Yup. You taste great, Sweetie. I love your cock. You know you are on the larger size, right?”
“Well, to be honest, I am not an expert in that, but I am very happy you love it! I love you!”
“Well, you will get this attention whenever we can get together; I hope it is often. I love being with you! And you were real good with my tits. I am sorry about no fucking. I want it bad, but am determined to hold out for Mr. Right. There has to be something special left for whomever it is. Who knows, it might be you! Kiss me, you big sexy hunk!”
We made out a bit longer, then dressed and I took her home. We had a wonderful time that year. She finally let me rub her through those white cotton panties, which were always soaked when I touched them. I learned to make her cum and scream. She was the first girl I ever did that with. She taught me much that year.
Making her cum felt almost as good as when she made me cum. She did admit she masturbated pretty regularly, which burst my bubble a little bit. I had thought I was the first to give her that experience, but I realized she was way too experienced for that to have been true. It did not matter. Our time together was totally awesome.
Between Junior and Senior years, I finally lost my virginity to Mary, a good Catholic girl from the local Catholic High School. I met her in the Mall one afternoon. Boy did I get lucky. We really hit it off personally at first, and then sexually. We spent as much of the summer as we could, going on special picnics in the local forest preserve.
She was even better than Karen. She was not saving herself for anybody! Her fellatio was phenomenal, and she taught me all about cunnilingus, another good nebulous term for what most call eating pussy.
She was not at all shy about anything, and gave me several explicit anatomy lessons. I became a pro in a short period of time. There were times when I thought I might pass out from the strength of her legs around my head, pulling me into her twat, and a hairy one it was.
I learned how good a woman tastes. Her clear, slippery love juice was sweet, and flowed passionately from her pussy. I drank down as much as I could, every time we were together.
By then, I knew for sure my cock was larger than average. She often bit on part of her clothing to muffle the screams I managed to extract from her. My sexual education was basically complete. I was having the time of my life. I did not imagine it could get better. Then I went to college.
I pledged a fraternity that was known as the party frat on campus. It did not take me long to learn why. Girls were attracted to our house like moths to a candle. I think it was a combination of our mostly hot, popular guys; our well known punch; the great party music, most of it live; and the numerous rooms and other private places where anything went.
I did not have a girlfriend until my senior year. Prior to that I only had girl fuck buddies. One of the unwritten rules for girls partying at the house was that if you wanted to come back a second time, you had better have proven your skills as a swallowing, head-giver on the first visit.
It was during that time period that I had my first curious thoughts about what it was like to give fellatio. Every girl I knew seemed to absolutely love it. Of course, I love eating pussy, but it was not uncommon for girls to do that to each other, especially at our bigger event parties. No guys would even think of doing another guy... way too gay—instant disbarment from the frat. But now and then, the thought occurred to me. There must be something special. The girls loved to do it.
And it had to be different than cunnilingus. Girls did not have a long, fleshy tube that expelled sperm between their legs. They had a warm, wet, tasty slit; almost like a vertical mouth, that was fun to immerse yourself in.
The thoughts came and went with no real intention, on my part, of actually experimenting on another guy. I did, in times of real need, wish I was double-jointed, so I could do it to myself. It had to be better than my hand.
In my senior year, I met Allison. We were in the same class, and she was super smart, not to mention, hot! She seemed like a pretty good combination to help with my studies, and to just possibly become a fuck buddy.
After the second class session, I approached her about studying together. She agreed it would be a good idea, and we went to the library to share ideas, knowledge, and, in my mind, possibly more. She was very friendly, but also very serious about the class. I quickly eliminated any playful or cocky attitude I might have otherwise displayed.
Our study sessions went on for two or three times a week, over a two to three week period. I began to get less and less out of them, mainly due to my inability to control my growing attraction to her. Finally, one day after we were finished, I asked if she wanted to go get a drink at a local restaurant, known for its good, free happy-hour appetizers.
She readily agreed. It was not far, but I drove just to be mobile, and to have a place to leave our things. She had Chardonnay and I had Merlot.
After we were on our second glasses and plates of appetizers, she became much more engaging and easygoing—even a bit teasing and seductive. Gone was the studious woman I knew. My hand caressing her thigh, under her skirt, was not brushed away. She twirled and tossed her long hair. Often her hand rested on mine, as we laughed about one thing or another.
When the drinks were gone, I offered her a ride home, or maybe back to my place, if she wanted a bit more wine or something. She readily agreed, so off we went. Those damn bucket seats are mostly great, but not when you want a woman next to you, right next to you.
After parking in the building’s lot, she held my hand as we walked to my apartment. Once inside the door, I turned to her, planning a gentle kiss. Her arms went around me and we engaged in a major embrace—tongues were involved.
As we broke apart, she broke into a gentle laugh. “I wondered how long it was going to take you. I was drawn to you from our very first study session.”
I started laughing with her, “It was the same with me! I was just trying to be mister nice guy and not seem like I just wanted to bed you.”
“You do, don’t you? Bed me, that is.”
“Oh God, yes! I don’t think I have ever been so attracted to a woman before!”
We kissed again. This time, my hands went up the back of her blouse, unhooked her bra, and came around front to explore and fondle her boobs. Meeting no resistance and hearing only moans, I knew things were going to end wonderfully.
We managed to break apart again and drop clothes as I led the way to my bedroom.
