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Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker
Story title : Giving Good Head
Last ed. 02/28/00 by Ian
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Giving Good Head (ff, mf, oral, cheat)
by Kristen
When I was a teenager I read a lot about sex. I was
very curious about boys and wanted to know everything
about them; the way they thought, their bodies, what
got them turned on.
One thing I have learned growing up is that books don't
really tell you all that much about "how to" do things.
Life experience is what really counts, and that's what
brings me to my story...
The person who taught me the most about erotic sex was
a very close friend who lived in my apartment building.
Her name was Donna. She and her husband Andy were real,
true-life swingers before my boyfriend and I met them.
It wasn't long before they became a little bored in our
small town, and Donna sought me out as a potential
kindred soul.
Being highly sexed myself, I was aroused by the stories
Donna told me about their experiences in the big city.
My first erotic adventure started out with just Donna and
myself, but turned into something that changed the way I
regarded sex. Until then I'd only had sex with three
people, and they'd all been male.
My first time was with a boy in high school. I was a
junior and he was a senior, and at the time I thought he
was a god. It's funny how innocent one can be.
The second time was with a freshman, when I was a senior.
He was so nice and beautiful, he easily seduced me. We
were screwing within a week of meeting in South American
Policy Club. He was from Chile and a real Latin lover
type, but unfortunately he also brought that macho South
American thing with him. We broke up when I began finding
it hard to breathe with him always looking over my
shoulder.
The last lover I had was Alan, my current man. He's seven
years older than me and a hunk of a guy, very much an
outdoors person, with muscles so smooth and hard I can't
keep my hands off him. I just love to feel up his body;
it's great fun wrestling around in bed with him.
That brings me back to the reason for writing this story.
Even though Alan and I had great sex most of the time -
and I define great sex as "rip-roaring forget everything
except about each other's bodies" - I had a problem; I
didn't give him very good head. I didn't even realize it
till I met Donna and Andy; I guess I thought men couldn't
"get off" on oral sex because none of mine ever did.
*
Well, two months after they moved into our apartment
building I had my first real experience with erotic sex,
when Donna seduced me. This may sound perverted and
shocking to most people, but looking back I have no
regrets. Donna was a beautiful woman - I'd say in her
mid-30s compared to my 20 years - and obviously much
more knowledgeable than me about everything pertaining
to sex.
We were in my apartment, browsing the swinger sites on
the Internet; we'd got used to doing this because Donna
liked to check out her old haunts. Well, one thing led
to another, and she had her hands on my thighs. The next
thing I knew we were on my bed, her face between my legs.
To say I was surprised by this turn of events is putting
it mildly. Though Donna sometimes had aroused me with
her stories, I'd always directed my fantasies toward the
men she'd had sex with. When she talked about her female
partners I was always a little embarrassed. But my boy-
friend had been away for almost a week, and for some
reason I hadn't relieved myself manually all that time,
so when Donna started feeling me up I just let it happen.
That's not to say I wasn't in two minds about it, but at
the same time I was so aroused there was no way I was
going to stop her. Besides, it was wonderfully sexy to
have another woman seduce me. She was so urgent about
her needs, and she gave me feelings that up until then
only my boyfriends had been able to give.
Donna knew just what buttons to push and exactly how to
push them. She quickly drove me into a sexual frenzy
like nothing I'd experienced before.
As I lay in her arms, breathing heavily, recovering from
the best orgasm of my life, that's when the subject came
up. She had her arms wrapped around me from behind,
spooning me with her body and idly fingering one of my
nipples, while we quietly talked about what we'd just
done.
Donna was describing the techniques that she'd used on
me when the subject of blowjobs crept into the conversa-
tion. She asked if I liked giving my boyfriend blowjobs,
and if doing it made me horny.
Normally I'd have been embarrassed to talk to another
woman about oral sex with my boyfriend, but after what
we'd just shared I felt comfortable talking to Donna
about virtually anything.
I said I liked the way Alan responded to my oral
efforts; that I loved to see him writhing around under
me; that I always felt so in control; and that we
always had great sex afterwards. Then Donna asked me
if I liked the taste of his come.
Without giving the question much thought, I replied
that he'd never actually come in my mouth. Donna seemed
surprised, and as we talked some more about it she
made it plain that a good blowjob "always" ends in the
man coming. She went on to insist that if he didn't
come then it wasn't a good one.
I was totally blown away by this. I believed Donna
knew what she was talking about, and I was suddenly
worried about what Alan might really think of my oral
talents.
Then and there I confided my worry to Donna. I love my
man, and want to be the best I can for him. Until then
I had thought I was, but I'd obviously been deluding
myself, at least about my oral sex capability.
I sat up abruptly, pulling myself out of Donna's arms,
and asked her intensely if she would teach me to give
good head. I assured her I had the will to do it right,
and that I'd be eternally grateful if she'd impart her
knowledge to me on the subject.
Donna smiled at me and reached out to fondle my
breasts, bringing back the memory of our recent sex.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hands
moving over my breasts. I closed my eyes and enjoyed
her hands as they moved over my breasts, then as they
moved down my stomach I lay back on the bed to accept
whatever she had in mind for me.
As Donna's hands roamed over my body, slowly driving me
crazy, she began describing how best to give oral sex
to a man. I listened in an increasingly aroused state,
my whole body shivering in lustful delight every time
she ran her hand between my legs to rub my most sensi-
tive spot.
Even though I was grooving on Donna's hand job, I sat
up in shock when she proposed that I watch her give
Andy, her husband, head.
At first I was totally grossed out. Though I think of
myself as a potential voyeur, I'd never done anything
like that, unless you count watching boys playing
volleyball on the beach, or sticking around after
cheerleading practice to watch the guys exercise on
the field. Or doing a little fantasizing.
But this was a totally different kettle of wax. I
spluttered a bit, then asked if she was really
serious; did she really mean she wanted me to watch
them doing it?
Donna smiled. "Yes, I'd like that." She went on to
say that she was sure Andy would enjoy it too.
After several minutes she had me convinced that I
needed to watch her do it if I really wanted to learn
how to give Alan good head. But I was still nervous
about it, especially when Donna said I shouldn't tell
Alan. She said that it would be best if I first
learned how to do it, and then surprised him with my
new talent.
At last I agreed to do what she suggested, but was
shocked when she immediately reached over and picked
up the bedside phone to call Andy!
He was coming over, right now! I jumped up and col-
lected my discarded shorts and T-shirt. Donna watched
as I hurriedly dressed, all the while talking quietly
to Andy on the phone. She hung up and rolled onto her
back, smiling at me. Gawd, she was beautiful!
I like my body just fine, I'm happy with what I see in
the mirror, but Donna... she was stunning.
I'm what you might call a self-made woman. When small I
was a little overweight, but by the time I hit the summer
after sixth grade I was tired of being pudgy. I started
to run and to work on shaping my body, and I was a dif-
ferent person when I started middle school that Fall.
I just loved that year; all the boys were falling over
themselves to be nice to me. Suddenly I wasn't just some
pudgy kid in class; I was sought after by both boys and
girls. I started doing all kinds of extra-curricular
stuff, joining clubs and even getting a coveted spot on
the Panthers cheerleading squad! I was actually invited;
I didn't even have to try out!
But at 30-something, Donna had the maturity and luscious
lines I still lacked. As she lay on my bed, naked to my
gaze, I realized she was proud to show off her body to me.
And she had a lot to be proud of; she had one of those
Loni Anderson bodies most of us dream about once in a
while (say, if we have to be seen at the beach in a
skimpy bikini).
She looked so well put together (even her pubic hair was
shaved into a neat little triangle) that I was momentarily
embarrassed that she'd seen me naked. But I stopped
worrying about that when Donna asked me to sit beside her,
and I didn't hesitate to do so.
We had a new kind of relationship. She was, sort of, my
mentor now, and I trusted her. At that moment, with my
body still vividly remembering the pleasure she'd given
it, I was a little in love with her. (Yes, I know it sounds
strange, but you don't know Donna.)
I only resisted briefly when she reached out an arm and
pulled my face down to hers. As she drew me close I had an
impression of perfect tits jiggling when she flexed her arm,
of wonderfully full lips slightly parted as she pulled me
ever closer.
I still remember my feeling of liberation when our lips met
that first time. I love to kiss, but until then I'd reserved
my passion for guys. I'd kissed girls before, but only as
friends or family, and had never had any sexual thoughts
while doing it.
This was different! These lips had just been at my
pussy, these lips had just given me the most incredible
orgasm of my life. I devoured them, I bit those lips, I
sucked on them, I probed them with my tongue, pressing
mine against them, reveling in the heightened arousal
that was flooding through my entire body.
I lay there, on top of this naked beauty, taking the
aggressive role as I caressed her perfect breasts, gently
kneading them in my passion. My mind was numb, my rational
self abandoned to the moment, to the sensations I received
from Donna in her passive acceptance of my caresses.
Then, to my horror, I heard clapping behind us. My face
burning bright red, I jerked away from Donna and looked
up, unable to breathe for a moment as I looked into Andy's
deep brown eyes.
Andy looks like Sam Neil's twin brother (you know, that
actor from New Zealand). I'd always found him attractive,
and though he was almost 40 I still wondered secretly
what he'd be like in bed. At that moment, however, I was
totally humiliated, my arousal quite gone; the wetness
in my groin that moments before had been a fire had
cooled, leaving a feeling of guilt, not lust.
Donna moaned with disappointment when I took my lips away
from hers. She complained that Andy had interrupted our
fun, that all men were such stumblebums, as she grumpily
sat up to accept her husband's greeting.
Andy good-naturedly accepted the abuse, admitting that
he should have kept quiet. He pointed out, though, that
Donna had called him over, not the other way around.
All this time Andy had been looking at me, his eyes
locked onto my lips, which only a moment before had been
glued to his wife's. God, I was embarrassed!
But embarrassment about kissing Donna was replaced by
shock when Andy pulled his polo shirt off over his head
and unbuckled his belt. I wanted to run out of the room,
and involuntarily said, "Hey wait a minute!" and stood
up, ready in my confusion to abandon my own apartment.
Andy stopped, his hands about to push his pants down
over his hips, and looked questioningly at me.
Donna now reminded me why Andy had come, and that it
would be difficult - to say the least - for her to per-
form oral sex on him with his clothes on.
I wasn't sure now that I wanted to watch this, but Andy
seemed to think Donna had resolved everything with her
intervention, and pushed his pants and underwear down in
one quick movement.
Andy's was the fourth penis I'd ever seen... well, the
fourth one I'd seen hard. Despite myself, I was fascinated.
It was different from the three I'd seen before; they had
looked pretty much alike. Andy's, however, was a good inch
longer, and the mushroom head more pointed, and sleeker,
than I was used to.
My face must have turned red again when I realized that
Andy had noticed that I was looking so intently at him. He
held his arms out from his sides and turned around slowly
for my benefit, and I remember thinking he had an awfully
nice body. I also remember thinking guiltily that I hoped
Alan would look as good when he hit 40.
But the time for reflection was over. Donna reminded her
husband why he was there, and Andy's smile grew wider as
he sat next to his naked wife on my bed and hugged her
close. He said he was looking forward to this more than
usual; that having a pretty lass for an audience made it
that much better.
I blushed when he added that his wife was the best cock-
sucker one could wish for. I looked at Donna for some
reaction to such a rude remark, but all she did was lick
her lips, a look of anticipation on her beautiful face.
I watched, mesmerized, as she knelt between her husband's
open legs. Her movements fascinated me, cupping his
balls in one hand and rolling them between her fingers as
she started to lick his stiff penis, lapping at it like a
bitch in heat. (I'm sorry, but that's what it reminded me
of.)
I was super-nervous at this point. Here I was, watching
something usually done only in the privacy of one's own
bedroom. I'm no prude, believe me, and I've had all the
usual fantasies, but actually to stand and watch a husband
and wife "doing it" in front of me was really strange!
Moreover, when I saw Donna start to bob her head over
Andy's boner, I was amazed to see that she bottomed out,
right up to the root, on the very first thrust. Andy must
have been somewhere between seven and eight inches in
length, and I guessed he'd have just about killed me if
I'd done that to him.
To my increasing amazement, Donna started moving on and
off his now-slick erection as she actually fucked him in
and out of her throat. I couldn't believe what I was
seeing; I hadn't realized people could actually do it that
way.
Donna pulled herself off her husband's stiff cock and sat
back on her heels. She looked up at me with this really
sluttish grin on her lovely face that made me giggle. She
giggled with me, and licked her lips to show me how much
she was enjoying herself.
I couldn't contain myself any longer, and asked eagerly
how she managed to do that deep throat thing. Normally a
naked man sitting there would have intimidated me, but
somehow I kind of felt that Andy was a prop more than a
guy. Maybe it was because Donna was talking about tech-
nical aspects of deep throating, and Andy was just
there to let his wife make her points by touching him
here and there.
Donna explained that the woman's throat must be aligned
with the man's cock, and that the best way to start out
is to lie on a bed with your head hanging over the edge
as the man steps up and sticks it in. She cautioned that
one had to really trust the guy, because he could push
in too deep too quickly and choke a novice. I made lots
of mental notes.
The other "approved" way was the way they were doing it,
with the man seated and the woman on her knees. It
required the guy's weenie to bend a little, but the woman
could control the action better.
Then the bombshell... Would I like to try it? I was of-
fended at first. What was Donna asking? Sure, this whole
thing was exciting, and yes, I guess I'd already cheated
on my man with her - if being with another woman could
be called cheating on a man. But to suck on her husband
was out of the question. That really would be cheating!
But all I said was that I just wanted to watch, not
actually do it, and that I'd try it later with Alan.
Donna laughed, saying I was acting like a child; that we
were adults, and wouldn't I like to surprise Alan with a
really great blowjob when he got home? She went on to say
that if I had the talent I might learn to deep throat in
one lesson; that it needed technique, especially the
ability to control one's gag reflex, and if I could do
that I'd really surprise Alan.
I was still protesting when Donna lithely uncoiled herself
from the floor at her husband's feet and stood before me.
She gripped my shoulders and pulled me into a deep kiss.
With her luscious lips against mine my knees went weak and
my desire began to re-kindle. I realized I really did want
to experience Andy's penis, and that only convention stood
in my way.
After a thrilling moment, the deepest, most passionate kiss
I have ever experienced with man or woman, Donna took her
lovely lips away and whispered in my ear: "You've spent a
full minute kissing lips that just now were wrapped around
Andy's cock. How do you feel about that?" A crafty smile
widened her wonderful lips. In that moment we were like
sisters, smiling impishly at each other.
Donna gently pressed down on my shoulders, indicating that
I should kneel. I followed my instincts and obeyed, kneeling
down in front of her. I was looking straight at her little
triangle of neatly trimmed pussy fur, and for some reason
I can't explain even today, I started to lap at it. I still
remember the feel of her short-trimmed pubic hair against
my tongue as I lapped from bottom to top, over and over
again.
She tasted like strawberries. I suddenly recalled how she'd
played with my clit in that special way with her tongue. I
decided to see if I could get her off in front of Andy. I
must have been out of my mind, but the idea of doing it in
front of someone else thrilled me.
I buried my face in Donna's crotch, and was rewarded with a
gasp of surprise, followed by a sigh of pleasure. I began
swirling the tip of my tongue around her nub, faster and
faster while clasping her firmly by her butt cheeks.
Soon I was satisfied she wasn't going to pull away; in fact,
she was grinding her pussy against my face as I probed her
with my tongue. The feeling of her slick pussy flesh against
my mouth was so sexy, and I knew exactly how she felt as I
held her trembling body close. When she started to groan,
and her body went rigid with each swoop of my tongue, I
knew she was ready to come.
I pushed my lips tightly against her clit and sucked it in,
all the while swirling my tongue around and around the
sensitive skin of her love nub. After no more than 10
seconds of this Donna's legs started trembling and, almost
in slow motion, she crumpled onto the edge of the bed
beside her husband.
I didn't let go; in one breath she was begging me to stop,
in the next commanding me to do it harder. Donna was crying
by the time I finished with her. She lay, sobbing, on the
floor against the bed.
I crawled up next to her and hugged her hard, asking if
I'd done it right. Of course I knew I had, but I wanted
her to tell me anyway.
Choking a bit on her words, Donna replied: "Yes, god,
yes!", and rolled over onto her side, with her back
towards me. As she curled her beautiful body into a sort
of fetal position, pulling her legs up and hugging herself
protectively, I could see reddened pussy lips poking
through from behind. I must admit I was tempted to have
another go! She'd tasted like strawberries the whole time,
and I love strawberries!
I made another mental note to ask about that. But now a
hand gently touching my arm interrupted my chain of
thought. I looked up to see Andy's intense brown eyes
undressing me.
By now I was beyond caring about convention, so I stood
up and pulled my T-shirt over my head, defiantly shaking
my long blonde hair back into place. Then, staring into
Andy's eyes, I slipped my shorts down and stepped out of
them.
I made a third mental note, to trim my pubic hair like
Donna's. I wanted to look like her, and it was just so
sexy. Andy, however, didn't seem to mind that I wasn't
trimmed; his eyes were bugging out as he ogled my body.
I stood there proudly showing it off to him. Even Donna
was watching now. I made a couple of turns to display
myself to them both (it made me feel faint to act so
perverted), then dropped to my knees before Andy.
I stared at his huge stiff penis, now only inches from
my face. It looked so hot, so masculine, that I had to
feel it. My reaching out and touching it elicited a moan
of pleasure from Andy. He'd been so turned on by my
little performance with his wife, I guessed he wouldn't
last very long.
That brought me up short for a moment. If he was this
horny he'd probably come in my mouth. How did I feel
about that? I'd never really tasted come before, and
shouldn't it be my boyfriend's the first time? But when
Donna knelt behind me and began fingering me, I knew I
didn't want to stop; I wanted to have this experience
more than just about anything.
I tentatively kissed the head of his juicy cock. Andy
had been oozing pre-come for a while, and I took the big,
clear drips that were running down his mighty shaft and
smoothed the fluid all over it with my fingers, loving
the feel of his slick skin.
Andy seemed to be enjoying himself too, because he was
moaning and groaning as I slowly jacked on his magnifi-
cent boner. But the moment of truth was approaching. I
knew from Andy's reactions that I couldn't wait much
longer, so I closed my eyes and, lining my mouth and
throat up with his stupendous dick, pushed it into my
mouth.
I felt the smooth skin of the shaft against my lips, a
wonderful sensation, then I began to swirl my tongue
around and under the head of his cock, as Donna had
instructed. Taking a deep breath, I sank down on it
till I felt the smooth flesh of the cock-head at the
back of my throat.
Donna was right beside me; her voice sounded as if she
were whispering in my ear: "Relax your throat honey.
Swallow. Pretend you're swallowing, and the gag reflex
will calm down soon."
She was right. I pushed even further down on Andy's
cock and was amazed to feel his pubic hairs tickling
my nose. Donna's insistent rubbing of my clit from
behind was driving me wild. I could feel her breasts
rubbing against my back as she leaned over me to watch
me take her husband's cock.
I pushed down even harder, burying him all the way into
my throat, and I swallowed, and kept swallowing.
Donna's soft voice was in my ear. "Breathe through
your nose. Keep the swallowing action going."
I did, but eventually needed more air than I could get
from just breathing through my nose. As I pulled back
off Andy's cock, the head first popped out of my throat.
It felt as if it had been sealing my air passage, but
it couldn't have done, since I had been able to breathe
a little.
I now took Andy's wonderful manhood right out of my
mouth, and when it came into the open air of the bed-
room he moaned with disappointment, like a baby boy
momentarily deprived of its mother's milk.
I instantly felt guilty and, taking his stiff penis in
my hand again, sank my lips back down over him. This time
I could feel the texture of his smooth skin as it slid
easily all the way back into my throat.
At the moment that he slid home I experienced my own
orgasm. Donna had pushed several fingers at once into my
pussy and was diddling my clit with her thumb. The feel
of Andy's penis lodged in my throat, combined with
Donna's expert manipulation, pushed me over the precipice.
As my body convulsed, I guess my swallowing action must
have increased, and this caused Andy to relieve his own
tension. This might have killed me on the spot but for
Donna's quick thinking. She must have realized from Andy's
expression that he was going to come, and as he groaned
Donna pulled me away from his throbbing dick.
At the very moment the head of his cock cleared the
opening of my throat, Andy spurted his come into my
mouth. If Donna hadn't pulled me away in time, I might
have breathed Andy's come into my windpipe. I was so
excited by my own orgasm and the whole experience that
I wasn't controlling my breathing.
I watched as Andy continued to spurt come into the air.
Everything seemed to slow down as his hot pungent come
splattered onto my upturned face. When the first glob
hit my nose I jerked back in surprise, but by the time
the last string of molten love hit my breast Donna and
I were sharing what had first filled my mouth, in another,
even more passionate, kiss.
*
As it turned out, I'd learned how to deep throat a man,
tasted my first come and had sex with a gorgeous woman,
all in one afternoon. Quite a day, don't you think?
Acknowledgments: All my thanks...
To Carmen for the inspiration, to Stephen for is encour-
agement and proofing and to Ian for teaching me something
that I didn't know before.
(c) June 1999 Last ed. 02/28/00 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
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