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Blow

By: asian_princess



Hi baby...I'm so glad you're here, I've been horny, wet...on edge all day, waiting for you, craving...mmm before I tell you, I have a question for you. 

How many times have you imagined fucking my pouty, dirty, kinky, hot, wet little mouth?

The same mouth that's spent hours whispering to you all my naughty, nasty, dirty little fantasies?

How many times...have you wanted to command me to drop to the floor in front of you and worship your cock, with my lips, my tongue...with soft little licks?

How many times, listening to my stories the sounds of my sucking and licking... have you simply sat back closed your eyes and imagined me, knelt in front of you, my mouth filled with your throbbing hard cock?

Tell me...I want to hear you say it...say that right now you want nothing more than to hear me beg, to have you fuck my mouth...say it...say you want to give me what I'm craving, a hard thrusting cock in my throat...say you want nothing more than to hear me beg for your cum filling up my mouth and slowly sliding, coating my throat with your seed.

Good. 

Now sit back...it's my turn to tell you what I want. 

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Blow by Blow



She had been sucking on lollipops all day, but it wasn't enough! This oral fixation was getting out of hand, and the need to feel a man in her mouth was maddening. Only two more hours of work, but her boyfriend wouldn't even be home for at least another hour after that.

The minutes ticked slowly by. Her work held no interest for her. Every time she looked at the clock she berated herself, knowing it would only make the time seem longer. She'd get up and wander around the office to talk to other people, but they were all engrossed in their assignments. A bit of fantasizing only wasted about ten minutes. The internet was useless, since they started monitoring that a month ago. The minutes slowly dragged by, and at last she was able to leave.

There was no sense rushing home. The traffic was a mess anyway. She tried to distract herself by turning her radio up and singing as loudly as she could. Forty-five minutes later she was home. She went inside and took a long hot shower. When she had completely filled the room with steam and felt as fresh as she could, with the desire still so strong, she got out of the shower and brushed her hair.

Only fifteen or so minutes until her boyfriend should be home. She didn't even bother to get dressed after she had dried off. She put some lotion on her long legs, and a bit of oil behind her ears. He loved it when she wore the orange blossom oil, so she decided that would be best.

She went to the living room and lay down on the couch. Her eyes closed and she reached down and gently rubbed the hood of her clit. There was already so much wetness, had been all day, that she easily slipped two fingers into herself. She knew exactly where her G-spot was, and pressed those two fingers against it. The pressure brought forth an unexpected gasp. She began moving her fingers in and out of herself, and at the same time maintaining the pressure on that magical spot. Twice she came close to climax, but stopped just before she went over the edge. Her boyfriend had made her promise she would never orgasm without letting him witness it, and she was a woman of her word.

As she was reaching down once more to insert her fingers she heard the front door open. With great joy she jumped up and rushed to the door. She reached it just as it was closing. Her tired boyfriend smiled at the site he beheld. This beautiful naked woman rushing to him. He immediately forgot how drained he felt after his long work day, and held out his arms to her. But she had fallen to her knees and was unzipping his pants.

The button and zipper were undone in a split second, and she had his pants pulled down to his ankles. Next came his underwear, his flaccid cock was in her mouth before they hit the floor. He leaned back against the door and sighed. Her tongue flicked around the base as she pushed the rest of his penis to the back of her throat. She knew this would get him hard quickly, and was ecstatic when she was rewarded with exactly that. Feeling his cock grow in her mouth was one of her favorite things.

She slowly pulled her mouth back, all the way to the tip. Her tongue circled the smooth skin that was there, then flattened down the front. She lifted her hand and wrapped it around the base, suctioned her mouth, and with a pop pulled all the way off. Lifting his shaft she sucked one ball into her mouth and then the other as her hand stroked his cock. Her mouth then found his inner thigh and she gave it a little nibble. The desire to feel his hardness in her mouth again was overwhelming, so with her hand steadying his cock, she moved her mouth back over him, and plunged him deep into her throat.

He let out a load guttural sound. Her hand was back on his shaft working in unison with her mouth, as she moved up and down on him in a steady rhythm. Sporadically, she would again push her mouth all the way down his entire length. The feeling of his dick moving down her throat was indescribable, one of the best feelings in the world.

The only problem with this fixation was when she got to sucking his cock, the desire to have him squirt down the back of her throat became paramount. But she knew he would be up for more in just a little while, so she concentrated on working her hand and mouth simultaneously, slowly and steadily getting faster. Up and down his dick her mouth worked. Her tongue flicking around his cock the entire time. She could feel him getting close, he was harder than a moment ago. It was time. She once more pushed that hardness all the way into her, and was rewarded with a huge stream of cum blasting down her esophagus. He gave one last groan, and laughed. She stood up, gave him a huge grin, and said, "Welcome home. I missed you." 



Blow Harder!



Philip poked his head around our dorm room door and asked, "Hey, are you girls practicing?"

"Just cleaning," I said. I held up my rag, then resumed polishing the bell of my sousaphone.

"Oh, okay," he said, and he was gone.

"He is so weird," said my roommate, Rachel. "We can barely get him to show up to practice with rest of the drummers, but he seems to stop by here every ten minutes. What's up with him?"

"I think he has a thing for watching us play our tubas," said Debbie. She had brought her prize possession, an enormous 6/4 size contrabass tuba, down to our room to use my polish.

"What?" I said.

"Come on, you haven't noticed how he's always staring at us?" Debbie said. "He tries to pretend he's not, but I always see him looking."

"Yeah, I saw," I said, "but I thought he was just staring at your superboobs." Debbie's nickname was Double D, and it wasn't because of her initials.

"Naw, he stares at you, too," Debbie said. "You just don't notice. Remember Linda, who was in our Stats 201 class? She used to go out with him, and she said he had this weird thing about making her blow stuff up."

"What, like with explosives?" Rachel asked. Tammy, who was usually quiet, giggled softly.

"No, airhead," Debbie said. "Like, balloons and beachballs and stuff. She said that's what got him off. He kept asking her if she'd take tuba lessons, and she said she didn't have time, so instead he'd ask her to blow stuff up and puff out her cheeks really big like Laura here does when she plays her tuba. He actually pointed her out once as an example. 'Blow like she does,' he told her."

"Why didn't you tell me this when it was happening?" I asked. "That's so pervy!"

"I dunno, I thought it was kind of funny. But that's what he did. He bought this giant beach ball and wanted her to blow it up while they did it."

"Did she so it?" Rachel asked.

"She said she tried, but it made her tired and dizzy. Then he tried to get her to blow up these really big balloons, and he'd kept saying 'Bigger, bigger, bigger,' but after a couple of them popped in her face, she decided she'd had enough of his weirdness and she dumped him."

I eyed the bag of balloons sitting on our shelf. Debbie and I used to blow up two or three balloons until they burst every day to keep our lungs in shape, but we had to stop when people complained about the noise. We'd still sometimes have blow-to-pop contests out on the field.

"That's ridiculous," Rachel said. "No one gets off on watching people blow tubas and balloons and stuff."

"He does," Debbie says.

"No way."

"I'll bet you ten bucks," Debbie said, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"You're on."

"I'll be right back," Debbie said. She set her giant-size tuba on its bell and went outside. A few minutes later, she returned with Philip in tow. He came in, and immediately locked his eyes on the giant tuba in the middle of the room. I don't think he noticed Debbie locking the door.

"Hey, so, are you girls practicing or what? We have that--"

"Shut up, Philip. We want to ask you something, and we want a straight answer. Do girls blowing tubas turn you on?"

I've read about people suddenly turning red as a beet, but until that moment, I'd never actually seen it happen.

"I... that's... that's ridiculous! Who would... who..." He was stammering like a broken record.

"Let's find out. Rachel, grab his arms." Besides being a drummer, Rachel was a swimmer, and she was strong. She pulled Philip's arms behind him and held him in a lock. He was still bright red, but he didn't seem to be resisting.

"Laura, take off his pants," Debbie ordered. Tammy started to laugh.

"What?" I said. "This is your idea, you take off his pants!"

"You've got more practice, slut!" Debbie said with a big grin. Now Tammy was giggling uncontrollably.

"Fine," I said. I loosened Philip's belt and opened his fly, trying to avoid touching his thing (I only brushed it once). I pulled his pants to his ankles, then dropped his boxers, and for a moment fond myself face to face with Philip's pecker. Tammy saw this and literally fell over, grabbing her sides and screaming with laughter. I figured being alone in a room with four women would be enough to give Philip a hard-on, but I guess the embarrassment and humiliation were too much, because his cock hung limp.

"Now blow," Debbie said.

"What?" I said. "That's disgusting!"

"Not him, you dumb bitch! Your tuba!"

"Oh!" I said, and felt my ears get warm. I picked up my sousaphone, put it on my shoulder, took a deep breath, and began to blow a simple oom-pah-oom-pah bassline.

"Omigod, it's working!" Tammy said (probably the longest sentence from her in a month). Sure enough, Philip's cock was slowly starting to grow, and Philip was staring at me, his mouth agape.

"I want to see!" Rachel said, peeking around. "Blow some more!" she said.

I put the big mouthpiece to my lips and blew a series of long, loud notes. I remembered what Debbie said about my cheeks and tried to puff them out as big as possible. Sure enough, Philip's penis was rising and elongating.

"Do you like seeing Laura blow her big sousaphone?" Debbie teased. Philip just stood, as if struck dumb.

"Holy shit, you were right!" Rachel said. "Blow the big tuba for him, Laura. Let's see what that does."

I'd played Debbie's big contrabass only once before. It weighed a ton, and Debbie's thighs were a lot sturdier than mine. I pulled the chair from the desk and heaved the big monster tuba on to my lap. I had to crane my neck to reach the mouthpiece. I took another deep breath, and this time I didn't have to think about puffing my cheeks. That big tuba took a lot of lungpower to play. I blew a deep, rich note, and Philip's dick all but shot skyward.

"Keep blowing like that, and he'll be blowing his load!" Rachel said, and laughed.

"I bet I know what he would like," Debbie said. "How about a little topless tuba, Philip?"

Debbie turned away from us and unbuttoned her blouse, then reached around her back to loosen her bra. She turned around, and...

"Holy shit, girl!" Rachel said.

I had never seen Debbie naked, and I realized we gave her the wrong nickname. We should have called her triple-D Debbie. Her breasts were huge, with nipples as big as the tip of my pinky neatly centered in pale pink areolae the size of dessert plates. All of a sudden, I felt self-conscious about my own C-cups, and realized I was subconsciously pressing Debbie's giant tuba against them.

I glanced over at Philip's cock. Had it gone a bit more flaccid? I think it had. Apparently, I was more turned on by her tits than he was. And here I thought all boys had a one track mind.

"May I?" Debbie said, picking up my sousaphone. She put it over her head, one giant breast neatly framed by the brass tubing. She inhaled, put the mouthpiece to her lips, then took one of Philip's hands and placed it firmly on her breast. Staring right into his eyes, she blew a big, long blast.

By the time her lungs were empty, Philip's cock was pointing straight at the ceiling again.

"Blow, Laura," she said, and together we played what I thought was a rather good duet, especially considering how much my legs hurt from her ten-ton tuba.

"Oooh, I want to try, I want to try!" squealed Rachel.

"Better give her mine," I said to Debbie. "She'll keel over if she tries to play this thing." Debbie helped Rachel get the sousaphone on her shoulder. It seemed to dwarf Rachel's lithe swimmer's body.

"Hey, Laura, why don't you give Philip a little hand?" she said. She made a loose fist and started sliding it up and down.

"That's gross!" I said.

"Come on, you're always complaining about how you never get laid. This'll give you a little action. And I already let him feel me up."

"You made him feel you up," I said.

"Shut up and start jerking the guy off, willya?"

I sighed and thought, what the hell. I stood next to Philip and put my hand around his cock. It was very warm and very, very hard. I felt a little gross, but I also felt a little thrill stirring deep inside me.

"Blow, babe," I said to Rachel. "I don't want to do this all day." Rachel took a deep breath, put her lips to the giant mouthpiece, and blew. We heard the amplified hiss of air from the bell of the sousaphone.

"Don't blow it like a balloon, silly!" Debbie said. "Buzz your lips, like this. Then do it in the mouthpiece, like this." She hauled the big contrabass tuba up into her arms and blow a long, deep note. I felt Philip's cock spasm in my hand.

Rachel inhaled again, and this time the tuba made a faint, buzzy note.

"That's it," I said. "Now blow harder." From the tuba, a more assertive note.

"Harder!" Debbie said. "Blow as hard as you can!"

Rachel filled her lungs and blew again, crossing her eyes as her cheeks bulged comically. This time, a loud note, if not a terribly melodic one, sang out from the sousaphone's bell.

"There you go!" Debbie said. She began to play an oom-pah-pah melody on her big upright tuba, while Rachel blew a series of loud, off-key notes on the sousaphone, her face reddening from the effort. She blew one big final note, then stopped, panting.

"Oh my God, how do you girls do this for hours on end? I'm exhausted!" Rachel laughed.

All this time, Philip stared and moaned, and I'd swear I felt his cock grew even bigger. And I was getting wetter and wetter. I could just bend over, and let him... eew, no, this was Philip and that would be gross.

Then, a quiet voice: "Can I try?"

It was Tammy, who had been so quiet that I had forgotten she was there.

"Here take this thing off me," Rachel said.

"No, I want to try the big one," she said, almost apologetically.

Tammy played the oboe, and she was classically trained. She always sat up straight, she never puffed out her smooth ebony cheeks. Perfect discipline, certainly not Philip's thing. I guessed all the work to get him off would be on me.

Tammy sat on the chair. Debbie, still topless, put the giant tuba on her lap, and I took my sousaphone from Rachel. I stood next to Philip, pressing the instrument against his arm. I didn't think little Tammy was going to do it for Philip. Maybe getting stroked off by a girl blowing a tuba would bring Debbie's little experiment to an end, because I certainly didn't think Tammy would put on much of a show.

With one hand I pulled the mouthpiece to my lips, and with the other I started stroking Philip's rock-hard cock. Tammy drew in a long, slow breath through her nostrils, put her mouth in the giant cup of the mouthpiece, and blew her first note.

And when she did, I nearly squeezed Philip's cock right off.

Little Tammy, little, quiet, composed Tammy, who played her oboe so softly, apparently knew how to blow those big horns. Her cheeks bloomed into two big ebony domes as she blew a long, loud, wavering note. And then another, and then another.

"Damn, girlfriend!" Debbie said.

She started up a big, loud baseline, and I blew a counter melody into the sousaphone, stroking Philip's cock while Debbie, one big soft breast pushing into my arm, worked the valves on my horn. Philip was breathing hard, but I could barely hear him over our tubas. I was stroking his cock in time to our impromptu rhythm. Then Tammy paused, and I stopped blowing.

"Ready, Philip?" she said. "Are you ready to watch me blast this big tuba as hard as I can?" Philip just stared.

"I said, are you ready to watch me blow this great big tuba for you? Because I won't do it if you're not ready." It was a tone of voice, and a quantity of words, I had never heard from Tammy.

"Y-y-y-ess," he stammered.

"Yes what?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm ready," he said.

"Yes you're ready for what, Philip?"

"I'm... I'm ready for you to..." I felt a drip of precum run down onto my hand as he finished, "to watch you blow that big tuba for me."

"Okay then," she said. "Here we go, Philip. I'm going to blow for you."

Tammy filled her lungs, inflated her cheeks to a size that would put Dizzy Gillespie to shame, and blew a deep reverse scale: Do, te, la, so, fa, me, rey, approaching the bottom end of the big tuba's scale... but stopping short of do.

She paused, stared straight at Philip, and drew in a huge breath, And then she BLASTED that fucking do, loud and low and unbelievably loud, her neck straining, her cheeks blown up like giant balloons, her eyes boring into Philip's, the room seeming to shake from the rock-bottom note she was blowing from that giant tuba.

"Oh my fucking God!" Philip said, and I felt his cock begin to spasm under my hand as he blew his own big one, a hot load of cum that sprayed my tuba and (with a little skillful aiming from me) Debbie's big breasts.

"Well I guess you owe me ten bucks," Debbie said to Rachel.

EPILOGUE

That was the second-to-last time we exploited Philip's little tuba-blowing fetish. Debbie was right, I was quite eager to get laid. I straddled Phillip while blowing my sousaphone, and while it was hard to hold a steady note, that didn't seem to bother Philip; the problem was he came almost instantly, but man, did his super-stiff cock feel good inside me... at least while it lasted.

All it took was a little percussion piece from Rachel, which consisted of her blowing up a balloon (until it busted) and Debbie blowing his cock (stopping well before he busted) before Philip was rock hard and ready for the main event: Me bent over a giant beach ball (which Debbie and I had blown up for the occasion), Phillip fucking me from behind, while Tammy and Debbie played Jungle Fever (you know, the song from Boogie Nights), topless Debbie playing the higher parts on her own sousaphone while little Tammy blew the bass notes on Deb's giant contrabass tuba.

Philip stared and so did I, finding that I was turned on by watching the girls blow their tubas just as much as I was by Philip's hands on my tits and his cock in my cunt. From that day forward, playing my tuba has never been quite the same; I now enjoy it much, much more. That was also the beginning of a hot affair with Debbie, which was rewarding but a little rough on our instruments (it turns out Philip isn't the only one turned on by busty tuba-blowing girls). But that is another story for another time.

When we got our clothes back on, we told Philip that if he breathed a single word about any of it, especially the part about fucking me, the entire campus would know about his strange little fetish.

Philip avoided us after that, but of course he couldn't avoid band practice. Every time I catch him looking at me, I blow a little harder, inflate my cheeks a little bigger, and wink at him. He always blushes and looks away.



Blow Job



A mouth made for kissing is a beautiful thing. Warm, full of radiating heat, able to make your body tremble in anticipation. Moist, not wet, not dry, not even noticeably slippery, just easy to glide across. Full lips, pouting lips, able to apply firm pressure even as they part. A mouth like Sheila’s.

Her tongue was more breathtaking. Not exceptionally long, but slightly narrow, and a bit pointed. No, it wasn’t her tongue really. It was what she did with it when she kissed him.

Her mouth parted, her lips lingering against his, while she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Instead of their tongues meeting, tip to tip, she wrapped her tongue around his. Curled it around his more accurately. Her rough taste buds scraping against the silky underside of his tongue, curling over it, wrapping around him, meeting his own taste buds in her signature way.

Freeing his tongue only for a moment, so she could tease the roof of his mouth with the tip of her tongue, then slide the smooth edge of her tongue along his rough taste buds, only to surround his tongue in her own unique brand of warmth once more. Yes, definitely a mouth made for kissing.

While she kissed him, her hands wondered across his shoulders, his chest, grazing his stiffening nipples, before settling in his chest hair for a moment, stroking it as she stroked the roof of his mouth, moving down his belly as she slid her tongue across his. Wrapping her hand around his cock as her tongue surrounded his again.

His large hands were tangled in her upswept hair, keeping her mouth pressed against his, instead of coming to his zipper, instead of freeing his throbbing cock.

She knew she could make him cum just like this, take her time, make love to his mouth, but that wasn’t what he had asked for. Besides his cock head felt so smooth in her hand as she stroked it. His balls, his wonderful balls, seemed heavy and full. Terrible thing to waste so much cum, really.

“No,” he groaned when she pulled her face away from his but his voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Her eyes sparkled as she tilted her chin, placed a light kiss against his cheek, his chin, his neck, each nipple, his belly button, and finally his thighs.

“No?” she teased looking up at him from the floor ready to do the same thing for his cock she had just done for his mouth, ready to do more.

Steve leaned back against his desk. Tugged at his slacks not understanding why the zipper had suddenly become so hard to work. Until his huge cock was free.

Sheila leaned forward, flicked out her tongue just above his tender head, and watched as his cock lurched forward, like a bass to a lure. She wet her lips and did this again and again, watching his cock grow even harder despite the frustration she was causing him. Until his first droplets of pre-cum appeared.

Then she flicked her tongue out expertly spearing each droplet, bringing it back to her full lips, wetting them with his juices. Her lips were as warm and slippery as his cock by the time she wrapped her mouth around it.

But her tongue continued to seek out his juices. Trying to wrap itself around his head like it had wrapped itself around his tongue. Resorting to more desperate means when that failed. Plunging directly into his pee hole, trying to become more narrow, so it could reach more deeply.

Until Steve groaned. Until he freed her long hair, wrapping tendrils in between his fingers, not knowing whether he wanted to push her forward, fuck her face, or pull her off completely and ram his aching cock into her wet cunt.

Instead, Sheila abandoned his now overly sensitive cock head. As her mouth slid down his shaft, her tongue began to explore his length, tracing every one of his bulging blood vessels, sometimes trying to curl itself around his shaft, but each time finding him much to large.

She didn’t inch her way down his cock. That would have been much to fast. Instead, her tongue edged along his erection, tasting his tender flesh all around his shaft, before her warm lips touched him, before he was drawn deeper into her small mouth, feeling first the suction, then an explosive pressure that made him want to burst.

Her fingernails gently scratched his balls, as she stroked his sack, her face coming to rest against his pubic hairs. Her breathing labored. Her body trembling. Because she had managed to take all of him in her mouth. But she knew she couldn’t just keep him there. No matter how good it felt. And it felt so good.

Kiss his balls. She had to kiss his balls. So she let his juicy cock rest between her breasts for a moment, while she stroked them, teased them, and then very carefully, very thoughtfully, sucked first one then the other into her mouth, letting her tongue explore them too. Finding the seam, tracing the seam from end to end, over and over again, until she forced herself to stop. Let go of his balls.

Steve’s eyes were closed. She could explore his sweet ass now. Probe it with her tongue. Probe it with her long, delicate fingers. But looking at his cock, his beautiful cock, she didn’t feel like teasing him any longer.

She wrapped her mouth around his head again unable to resist licking his pee hole clean once more, before sliding her mouth down his shaft. She couldn’t go deep enough to suit her this way, not with the rhythm they had established, so she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, or as much of it as she could hold, and stroked it upward as she brought her mouth down to meet it.

Perfect, she thought, perfect. Just like when his cock was buried in her cunt. Working its way deeper and deeper inside her, stretching her limits, filling her completely. Bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

She felt her body shudder. Impossible. She was on the verge of cumming. His cock was beginning to twitch too. She stopped stroking the base of his shaft. Slid her mouth down his full length instead. Wrapped her tongue around his head each time she came up, cupping his cock head with her tongue, so she could capture his load on her taste buds, before letting it slide down her throat.

But she wasn’t able to. Her own orgasm made her shudder all over. Sending tiny contractions throughout her body. Making her tongue pause at the base of his head, just as it had started to renew its attack on his pee hole, hoping to steal the first droplet of his cum.

Her orgasm surged through him. A hundred thousand tiny, insistent, pressure points surrounding his cock. Her lips trembled against his base. Her tongue suddenly still and motionless against his silky flesh. Her proud head resting against his pubic bone.

Steve cum. Squirting cum down her throat. Almost making her choke. Until her tongue, her wonderful tongue, came back to life. Licking cum off his shaft, and head, while Sheila pulled forward just enough to swallow the next spurt, and the next, more easily. Licking him clean. Satisfied.

Unable to stand yet. Sitting at his feet, resting against his legs, wondering how long it would take him to open his eyes. Wondering if she dared close hers.



Blow Job Asleep



This story is 90 per cent true, you work out the false parts.

Thank you for reading my first published story, if all goes well I may submit another of my stories later.

Blow job asleep.

I just wanted to tell you about a couple of times that I've done this, I've lost count of how many times my mate and I have done this.

The first one I'll tell you about was Easter a couple of years ago, my mate and I were staying at his sister's house in our nearest capital city. We were there to build a pergola for her bumb banker husband, we slept in the spare room at the other end of the house. After a few hours working on the foundations we stopped for the night,a few beer's and a questionable meal (they're vegitarians). A few more beer's and we retired for the night, we both had a shower, it was a big house and we had our own bathroom. They have since moved to a bigger house just down the street.

I had a shower first then my friend had his shower.

"'night mate. I haven't bought you down hear just to be the labour mule for sir wank a lot!" he chuckled as he climbed into the bed opposite.

"Oh, O.K. 'night man." I replied. With that he quickly fell asleep, we'd both done our normal weeks work then headed down on the Friday night.

I laid there listening to his breathing, it became slower and more steady and I knew that he was asleep. I crawled out of the bed I was in wearing only me jock's, crawled across to my sleeping mate. I listened to him breath for a few moments before I ran my hand up his thigh and placed my hand on his hard dick, it was always hard when I did this.

I put my hand under the doona and could feel his naked hard dick, I stroked it for a while before putting my head underneath and I started off by licking his dick. It has always tasted wonderful, I've sucked a couple of other guys in my time but nothing compares to the taste of his dick.

I then kissed the head and tasted his precum, already, I then proceeded to devour his dick completely. I sucked him everyway from Sunday. I deep throated him and licked his big beautiful balls.

All of a sudden I felt his hand on the back of my head, his hand ran through my hair and scrunched it up in his hand. Now he hadn't done this since we first started a long time ago. Then the biggest surprise was that he started moaning and groaning, he called my name a few times. I've always been cautious of being discrete and I kept thinking that his sister and brother would come down to see what the problem was. He pushed my head down firmly as he shot his wonderful load down my throat, damn it tastes great! I kept sucking for a while longer then when we went soft I went back to bed.

In the morning I was first up but was on the toilet when he awoke, I passed him as I went to sit at the table for breakfast and he grabbed my arm and was about to kiss me when he realised that his sister had walked in through the other door.

The other one is about a few weeks ago and our second last time. He is married to an awful woman, enough said.

I sometimes stay over and sleep on the couch, so does he apparently.

I was over to help lay some concrete for a new garden shed that he'd brought.

Late that night when everyone was asleep we watched a porn DVD (strait, I'm Bi)that they'ed brought me for my last birthday. Then I went for a shower while he continued to watch the disk then he went for his shower, when he came into the louge I was tucked up on the couch. He asked if it was alright if he slept on the other couch. "Sure, it's your house mate." I said bewildered.

While he fixed the other couch up, I smiled to my self as the last time that I'd stayed I'd sucked him off while licking and fingering his arse, it was great.

He turned to me and said quietly,

"Blow me bitch", I just nodded my head and said,

"Sure, you wish!" as if it was a joke but we both knew that it wasn't. 

So I waited until I was sure that he was asleep then proceeded across the floor to the other couch, I put my hand on top of the doona where his thigh was. I put my hand under the doona to feel his hard pulsing dick. I lent under the doona and began to devour his wonderful erection. Then I felt the doona lift from my head and he placed his hand on my arm, I nearly shit myself.

He started running his hand across my back then down my arm and up then up my stomach and chest. At first I thought that he'd mistaken me for his fat bitch wife, then he reached down and took my dick in his hand and began stroking it. He pulled me by my dick up onto the couch next to him and swallowed my dick like I was doing to him, it was the most sensational feeling to be sucked by him. He'd only sucked me once or twice when we started out as youngsters, he prefered anal to fellatio.

We continued to suck each other for a fair while, every now and again I'd look down to wach him sucking my dick. Then the second worst thing happened, his kids began to stir. He took his mouth off of my dick and said

"Maybe we'd better stop before the misses catches us." I reluctantly remove his dick from my mouth and kissed his thigh, he grabbed my arm and moved me around and kissed me full on the lips, I nearly cum, I moved back to the other couch with my dick still raging hard.

Nothing has ever really been said about our sexual escapades all these years; though we remain friends tothis day we see less and less of each other. Besides his fat awful bitchy wife and smartarse kids, she doen't like me. She says that I'm a bad influence on him and her kids, go figure!

The saddest thing is that she often kicks him out of bed onto the couch, also she wouldn't go down on him. Stupid Bitch!  



Blow-Job Contest



I work construction most of the time, but for the past eighteen months or so, I have been working as a male stripper. The hours aren't bad, the money is good, and it's kinda fun in a way. Having all of those women fixated on my body is quite a turn-on for me. I work out almost every day, and the way that these women appreciate my muscular frame really gives me the inspiration to work harder in the gym. Looking into their wanting faces while I shake my package in front of them usually gives me a hard-on, which makes the party even better. 

Last Saturday night I was working a bachelorette party in a nearby college town. The girls were younger than usual, and seemed to be part of one of the sororities. They had rented out a small bar, and were putting it to good use. The booze was flying, and most of the girls were drinking shots instead of the usual glasses of white wine I usually see at these things. The girls were hot too. This sorority obviously recruited girls who could take care of themselves. Every ass in sight was college-tight, and most of them wore those short tops that showed off their flat, tanned stomachs. It is these tight tummies that really turns me on, and I could tell that this would be a good night.

I did my usual three-song set on the makeshift stage in the corner of the dancefloor. I was dressed in a firefighter outfit for the first song. In the second song, I stripped it off, leaving me only with a gold g-string. The chants of "All the way! All the way!" were flattering, but I didn't comply. Not that I would have minded. I was getting hard, and the g-string was making me increasingly uncomfortable. 

For the third song, I arranged with Kelli, the bride's maid of honor, for something special. When I met Kelli, I was disappointed that she was not the bride-to-be. I would have liked to strip for her. She had blonde hair, a cute face, and gorgeout perky tits that she showed off well in her lowcut blouse. Instead, Kelli got up on stage and asked Renee, the bride, to join her. When I got a look at the bride, I almost forgot about Kelli. 

Renee was a short girl, less than five four. But she was hot, with a beautiful heart-shaped ass stuffed into her jeans so that you could see daylight between her legs. She had the usual flat belly peeking out from under her top, and I could see a tiny tattoo on her left hip. And she had an unbelievable set of breasts that seemed to reach out to me as she walked to the stage. 

A chair was set up onstage, and Kelli motioned for her to sit down. She was giggling shyly, as if she didn't know what was coming. But she did. To the cheers of all in the room, I began to dance in front of her. First I gave her a good view of my ass, then turned around to show her the other side. When I did, I saw that the shyness in her face was replaced by pure lust. She looked up at me, and I swear I saw her licking her lips. 

That brought on Mr. Happy. As I danced, I could feel myself getting hard, harder than I had gotten before. My cock strained against my g-string, and I was half afraid it would pop out of the top. The sight of me straining against the confines of my golden house fascinated her, and she fixated trance-like on my swaying cock in front of her. 

About halfway into the song, I moved a little closer, bringing my cock almost into contact with her nose. She took that as an invitation, and before I could stop her, she opened her mouth and placed it on my shaft. Her mouth was warm, and I could feel its wetness through the thin material. I was so shocked, I stopped dancing, and just let her move her mouth up and down my shaft. 

Her friends were screaming, but I paid no attention to them as Renee reached up with both hands and placed them on my hips. Her fingers hooked into the strings on either side of my costume, and she quickly pulled them down to my knees. More screams from the gallery as I stood there with the music playing, stark naked and hard as a rock. 

She backed off a little and took my cock in her right hand, holding it gently. With her left hand, she reached under my balls and rubbed them with the palm of her hand. She looked up at me, and the wanting look on her face almost made me come right there. Chants of "Suck his dick!" began to break out, getting louder and louder every time. I prayed that she would listen to them and put her mouth back on my painfully-hard erection, but she just looked at them, smiled, and shook her head no.

I was mortified, but I didn't show it. I wanted her so bad, wanted to come in her mouth or over her beautiful tits. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted her, and she knew it. She slowly stroked my cock a few times, then got up and walked back to her seat back in the audience. 

Everyone in the house let out an "Awwwwww!", which brought Kelli to the stage. She had a big grin on her face, and looked down at my still-throbbing dick. She turned back to the audience, and said, "Well, it looks like we still have some work to do!"

The girls cheered again, their own eyes riveted on me, like tigers watching a piece of meat. Kelli raised her hands and said, "Time for a blowjob contest!" The girls kept cheering, but none of them could have possibly been as happy as I was. I looked down with a mind to pull my costume back up, but my cock was still so erect, I realized that there was no way I would be able to stuff it back inside. So I just pulled them off, and held the g-string in my right hand.

Kelli spoke again. "Fifty dollars buys you one minute to make him come. Winner take all. Renee will take your money in the back, and draw names. The contest will start in ten minutes." Then, turning to me, she said quietly. "Come with me." 

With that she took my hand and led me to a doorway behind the stage. It led to a closet, in which bar supplies were kept. She looked up at me and asked," Are you okay with this?" 

I was speechless for a second, then blurted out, "Um, sure."

She smiled and said, "Good, because I don't think they'd let you out of here unless you went through with it."

I smiled too, realizing how out of control tonight had become. I looked down at her and caught her looking down as well, at my cock, which was still hard. "There's a problem, though," she said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, as excited as you are, you're liable to finish in the first minute. We've got to make it fair for all of the girls."

Now it was my turn to smile. "And how should we do that?"

By the time I got my words out, she was already starting to unbutton her blouse. I was already naked, so I had nothing to do but to watch. I sat down on a booth seat and stared as she first removed her blouse, then her short skirt, then her bra, then her panties. Her body was tanned all over, and I was mesmerized by her shape. As she came toward me, I put my hands around her firm behind and started to probe her neatly-trimmed slit with my lips and tongue. 

To my surprise, she pushed my face away. "No time for that. I'm ready to go." I looked up at her, surprised at her businesslike demeanor. She looked down at me and smiled again. "Just lie back, stud. This won't take long."

I must say I was disappointed by the lack of romance in her voice, but nonetheless, I lay back on the seat, my dick still at full mast. She looked at it hungrily, while giving her pussy a few rubs with her fingers. Then, she mounted me, a leg on each side, and slowly sunk onto my pole. 

"Aaaahhh," she said, in obvious relief that I was finally inside her. I was relieved too, needing some contact after all of that mental stimulation. Her pussy was warm and very wet, revealing that she was also very turned-on. It held my dick firmly as she began to move up and down. Her tits were bouncing with each movement, and her eyes were closed in an expression of ecstacy. She used the side of the booth and the nearby table to push herself up, and then slammed down on my shaft, faster and faster and faster. 

The sight of her bouncing and the feel of her tight pussy on me was unbearable. I wanted to hold out, but I just couldn't. "I'm coming," I said, and that put a smile on her face. 

She looked down at me, and, still smiling, said, "Well come for me then. Come on. Come for Kelli. Come, baby!"

That was all I needed. With a groan that I was sure could be heard throughout the building, I felt the come rush through my dick and into her pussy. She must have felt it too, because she began to shake uncontrollably. Half a second later, I felt another surge, and then another, until I had flooded her with my come. As I looked up, she was moaning too, and the look on her face was unforgettable. When our orgasm had passed, she collapsed onto my chest, her breathing still heavy, but returning to normal.

When it had, she turned her face up to mine and kissed me deeply. She then sat up, lifted herself off of me, and walked over to her clothes. "That was nice," she said, getting dressed. "Now, if you wouldn't mind cleaning yourself off in the sink over there. I want you to be nice and clean for the girls." With a twinkle in her face, she added. "Right now, they're paying money to suck your dick." 

I did as I was told, and washed my dick thoroughly. The cold water shrunk things up considerably, but I knew that was only temporary. Even with the workout that I had just received, I knew that I would be hard again, with the first tongue on me. I just hoped I would last long enough to give everybody a fair shot at the prize.

When I was done, Kelli was again dressed, her incredible body back in her short blouse and skirt. She again took my hand, and walked me back out on stage. I heard more cheering when we emerged, and felt a stirring in my cock as soon as I did. I was led over to a chair, this one a high bar stool with a leather back. Kelli picked up a mike and announced to the crowd.

"Are we ready?" More cheering erupted, more stirring in my groin.

"Renee, how many contestants do we have?"

Renee spoke up from the front of the room. "Five!"

"Five lucky ladies. Have they drawn to see what order they will go in?"

Renee answered again. "Yes, they have."

"Well then let's get started. You have one minute each, ladies. I will keep time. When you're minute is up, stick around." She looked over at me with an evil smile on her face. "If all five of you have gone, and he has still not finished, then we'll keep going, starting with the first girl. Any questions?"

Hearing none, Kelli responded, "Let the game begin!"

Instantly, the girls rushed the stage. One of them, a plump taller girl kneeled in front of me and began working on my dick. As expected, she got me hard again, but that was about it. Her technique was too repetitive, and it felt like I was getting sucked by a machine.

After a minute, Kelli yelled, "time," and the tall girl was replaced by a hot Asian girl. She was much better at giving head, and used her fingers to handle my balls while her mouth and tongue went to work on my cock. She swivelled her head back and forth while sucking, giving every part of my shaft an incredible sensation. At first I felt that I was going to come, but after awhile, I managed to concentrate on something else, and avoided coming until her time was up.

The third and fourth girls were good too, but not as good as the Asian girl. I was now in full holdout mode, concentrating on my day job and imagining myself back at the construction site. I was afraid even to look down at the girls who were vigorously sucking on my hard cock, nor at the others cheering them on. When the fourth girl had finished, I waited for the fifth to take her place, but no one was there. I came out of my trance and, along with everyone else, looked around to see whose turn it was. Nobody was coming forward.

Kelli spoke up. "Who is our final contestant? Who has not gone?" There was silence in the room as the girls turned to the right and left, wondering who it would be.

Then, from the back of the crowd, stepped Renee. She walked forward between two other girls, and approached me with a face full of wanton lust. Unlike the other girls, she didn't rush toward me, but slowly, seductively strolled to my bench. When she got there, she put her hands on her hips and asked in a confident voice, "Are you ready for me?"

I nodded my head and felt myself letting out a slight smile. My already-hard cock got just a little bit harder. 

She smiled too, slowly shook her head from side to side and quietly said, "No, you're not." Then, she grabbed the bottom of her top and peeled it off over her head. She threw it aside and came toward me with the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. In the back of my mind, I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I was mesmerized by her audacity, and by her gorgeous globes. 

When she reached my stool, she leaned forward and captured my helpless cock in between her breasts. Her soft skin was only lightly touching me on either side, but I desperately wanted more. She looked up at my face.

"Oooh. I can see that you are almost there. I would just love to let you fuck my tits. Would you like to fuck my tits with you big cock?"

I slowly nodded, transfixed at the sight of her breasts on my cock. 

"Well, I don't think the other girls would think that's fair, so I will have to just suck your cock until you come in my mouth. Would you like to come in my mouth?

Another nod from me brought a smile to her face. Without looking away, she asked, "How much time do I have?"

"Thirty seconds," answered Kelli.

"That should be just enough," Renee said, and lowered her mouth to my cock.

Her mouth was hot, and I felt a small electric charge as soon as I felt her warmth on me. She started by slowly swirling around my head with her tongue, then taking me all the way into her mouth, until I could feel the tip hitting the back of her throat. She held me there for a second, and then slowly pulled back, lightly sucking all of the time, until I she had her lips around my head.

Then, she used her hand to stroke my shaft while sucking on just the head. Slowly at first, but after a few strokes, she began to increase the speed of the strokes and the intensity of the sucking. Faster and faster she jacked me off. Harder and harder she sucked, until I felt the come starting to build. I let out a groan, and she responded by jacking me off and sucking even harder.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and groaned again as I felt the come rushing through my cock. Her mouth sudenly became full of come, and she moved her head away while still stroking me. Another spurt of come rushed forward and flew straight into the air, followed by another and another. The girls were cheering wildly now, and Renee was grinning from ear to ear with my come still on her lips. I was elated, relieved and exhausted, as she slowly stroked every drop of come from my cock. She then unclasped me from her hand, stood up, and walked into the ladies room. I never saw her again.

I did a few more parties, but never had anything like this happen again. When the construction work became steady, I stopped stripping altogether. I don't miss it much, and don't remember much about the parties, except of course the time with Kelli and Renee. I don't expect I'll ever forget that particular night.



Blow Job Girl



"Did you hear about the Blow Job Girl?"

Of course, I had. It seems every year on National Nude Day, some gal decided to pull a train at least orally at Waterman's Cove. The authorities really had no control over it, just like they could not effectively police the public nudity at Waterman's, no matter how prudish our society became. All beaches were theoretically public, but the Waterman family owned all the surrounding land, from the South Point to the Bluffs to the north. No Waterman's lived around here any more, and the estate trustees were content to let people cross the land to get to the beach, as long as no one partied -- or fucked - too much in the old mansion. Mostly, they succeeded, though every Halloween they hosted an annual Open Haunted House as the best defence against vandalism, which tended to turn into a monstrous orgy. 

The police could traverse the track to the shore as easily as the nudists, but the beach was secluded, and this way, people took their misbehaviour out of town, out of sight, out of mind. The Church Ladies didn't complain, there was no reason for the cops to exert themselves.

National Nude Day had become such a tradition around here that on that day, even the cops showed up naked. Just the off duty ones of course. I also spotted the odd Church Lady who went beyond just attending to disapprove, and removed her clothing.

Just as Waterman's Cove provided a safe harbour for harmless all over tanning, the other side of the Bluff served as the unofficial relief valve for those few who could not resist the natural urges that went with seeing so much tempting flesh on display. Most of the year, the rugged brushy terrain north of the headland was a private retreat for couples, or the occasional threesome, foursome or moresome. Voyeurism was not encouraged, though I knew from experience that it might be tolerated, if done quietly. 

On National Nude Day, if the weather was hot and sunny, the number of people in the Cove, and the traffic across the trail to the other side of the Bluff, made privacy was non existent -- the rocky barrier only screened the sex from the uninterested. On the north side, exhibitionism, voyeurism and group sex would be in full swing.

And each year, there seemed to be a Blow Job Queen -- one woman who set out to prove her talents, taking on all comers, excuse the pun. A couple of years prior to this incident, a couple of my mates had made it semi-official, bringing a crown and honouring the lass at the beach bonfire that always closed the festivities of National Nude Day. This had started a new tradition of the queen and her court fucking their way through the only annual orgy right on the main beach -- all the kids and Church Ladies would be long since gone, and we would drink, fuck, suck, and party all night until dawn. No one discussed it, but it seemed to be silently agreed that what happened on National Nude Day stayed on National Nude Day -- people fucked each other's wives, girlfriends blew future fathers, straight gals ate pussy, even the odd straight guy sucked a cock. No one talked about it after, no one judged. Any Church Ladies horny enough to have stayed reverted back to sucking lemons rather than cocks the next day.

So when my buddy Paul asked, I answered "of course."

"No," he said, "have you heard who it is this year?"

"Awfully early in the day for a Queen to be crowned." It was barely noon. 

"That's why I said Girl, not Queen." Paul replied. "This gal has started things off early, but with gusto. She seems to be taking on all comers. And swallowing every drop."

Without any discussion, we silently seemed to have agreed to start walking towards the slope that led from the Cove up over the bluff, which would take us from the nude area to the anything goes zone. I formed my own fantasy inspired vision of what I might see on the other side - a sun baked blonde beauty with firm natural tits, on her knees on a towel, a line up of guys, aged 18 to 80, all waiting their turns. Despite what Paul had said about her swallowing every drop, in my picture, when she opened her mouth to spit out one deflating dick and reach for the next, suitably swollen shaft, a gush of goo ran down her chin, making it gleam in the sunshine. A few stray strands of semen glistened on her naked chest, droplets just dangling on the tips of her rosy nipples, defying gravity's tug.

I felt my organ swelling as it swung free between my thighs. I was used to the nude beach, so that was not the cause. My reaction to the anticipation of the oral train voyeurism embarrassed me slightly, and I hoped Paul was not noticing my excitement. When I glanced over to see whether he was checking me out, I suddenly realized that I could not help but glance down at his tool. We had seen each other naked hundreds of times, from childhood skinny dipping through football locker rooms and now at least annually at these celebrations. Somehow, though, this was different. Normally, like most guys, we both shielded our own private parts -- for protection if not shyness - and avoided staring at our buddies. 

My glance confirmed that Paul, like me, found this National Nude Day more exciting than most. His mast was fully erect, pointing our way like a compass needle. 

"So you've been up here already and checked her out?" I asked, trying to sound casual, while silently asking myself why I was so excited anyway. The whole Nude Day thing was so ritualized, it was not exhilarating. The only drama came from the women being competitive, and that came later. Sure, the men acted as energetic as watching a NASCAR finishing sprint, but that was mainly, I always thought, just a mechanism to overcome the effects of alcohol and ensure erection when their turn came to be blown. After all this time, the blow jobs were really all about the contestants showing off, not about the guys getting off. 

So why was I so excited?

"Yeah," Paul chuckled, interrupting my thoughts. "But I want you to see for yourself."

As we walked over the crest of the hill, I saw the circle of naked guys -- hairy butts, fat butts, skinny butts, tanned butts - but could barely see the female form they surrounded. A waft of sweet dope smell carried to my nose as the breeze came from off shore, and I saw guys passing around beer as more cans were dug out of an ice chest. There must have been two dozen men, mostly either waiting their turns, or already done and just watching.

"She must be stoned," I said. "This is more intense than ever. She's gone way beyond blowjobs - she has Old Man Crenshaw's cock up her ass."

"I doubt it. That would hardly be sporting to allow a young minx to do something because she's wasted that she might regret the next day."

"It's amazing that none of the Blow Job Queens become public sluts year round after they pull a train on the beach."

"What happens on Nude Day stays on Nude Day."

We still could not get a good view of the actual blow job action, and as we descended the slope, our view was again diminished. My lust however, was spurred onwards and upwards by the partial sights we had seen. I glanced over at Paul and noticed that his meat was also swelling, the tip sloppily bouncing from thigh to thigh as we negotiated the rough terrain.

One of the bystanders saw us approaching and waved up, shouting "Who goes there?"

We must have been silhouetted on the skyline, our faces shaded. Paul shouted out his own name, but not mine. We paused as he spoke. Crenshaw was done assfucking the Queen, pulling out while his ancient weapon was still leaking gism, the last of his seed spilling onto the girl's back, pooling in the depression at the bottom of her spine with the earlier offerings of untold numbers of men. 

"I wonder if she'll lick Crenshaw clean after that," Paul mused, more to himself than out loud. 

My hand had quietly descended to grasp my cock, I realized. Never before had I stroked my meat in public, or with another guy. A glance across to my buddy confirmed that Paul also had been unable to resist. 

"Crenshaw won't need her to interrupt regular scheduled blow jobs just for that," I said, redirecting our attention to the beach. "It looks like this Queen has maids in waiting."

As we walked down towards the crowd, a petite red head pulled Crenshaw out of the huddle and sat him on a rock. 

"Is she really going to lick that dirty stick?" I asked. I recognized the gal as one of my own daughter's college room mates. When Daisy had said her chums were going to visit this weekend, I had wondered how that might affect National Nude Day at Waterman's. Now I knew.

"Nothing would shock me right now," I said, both my brains racing to catch up. The little brain between my thighs was wishing the young woman -- Nancy, that was her name, I recalled - had revealed her hot lithe body naked in our home earlier in the week -- I would have found reason to bring towels to her in the shower, or something. 

Watching Nancy's mouth engulf Crenshaw's filthy shaft reinforced my own steely state and I stopped stroking my meat as my erection pointed the way down the hill. Nancy was obviously either really drunk, or a total slut. I wondered what kind of parties went on at my little girl's apartment. The revulsion at thinking of sex and Daisy in the same place wrestled with unwanted images of her twisting in orgasmic delight, a cock in his pussy -- I imagined it shaved - while she ate spunk out of Nancy. In my unwanted fantasy, Nancy in turn was sucking a fat cock. Suddenly, I realized that in the day dream, it was my cock in that young mouth. 

Paul was scrambling, his footing uncertain, a few feet behind me. What happened next caused him to exclaim, "Well, that shocks me, even today."

This jolted me back to reality. Nancy continued deep throating Crenshaw, and was now snaking a digit into his anus as he humped up off the rock to meet her mouth. That was not what shocked Paul, though, I knew. Instead, his surprise had to relate to the person who had stepped up out of the crowd to approach Nancy from behind. As I watched, delicate fingers cupped pendulous breasts. 

"I never have even seen Gwen at Waterman's Cove before," I replied. "She's holier than the strictest Church Lady."

"Being married to the pastor sort of creates higher expectations." Paul suggested.

"And intense bisexual lust," I observed, as Gwen folded her naked form over Nancy's back, riding her. "All she needs is a strap on and she'd be fucking her."

Gwen twisted her head and accepted a kiss from a young woman I recognized as Hilda another class mate of Daisy's who had arrived a few days earlier to spend the weekend, and had then extended the visit to enjoy the festival. I had been wondering about her body, which until today she had kept it under wraps.

Apparently Hilda belonged to some religious group -- not a sect exactly, but old fashioned - and baggy dresses were all she owned. Daisy, Nancy and others had teased poor Hilda about stripping down to join them in my pool. 

"But I don't have a bathing suit," Hilda had protested.

I had overheard this as I walked past the patio door and paused to see who would offer up a loaner, knowing that all of Daisy's were micro bikinis and that Nancy's A cup tops would never contain the mammoth tits I imagined Hilda hiding under all that fabric.

Now that I saw Hilda naked, kissing Gwen, I was not disappointed. While not huge, Hilda had full breasts. Any larger and they would have dropped, flopping like udders, as she bounced on the balls of her feet while placing her hands on the older woman's shoulders to prolong the tongue twisting. I much preferred them perkily heaving, firm round melons topped by nipples the size of my thumbs.

"I didn't even know that Hilda knew Gwen," I heard myself mutter.

Paul chuckled. "Just goes to show that these religious types are sluts like the ones that flaunt it every day at the mall. Sapphic spit swapping with strangers...sounds like a bad porn title."

"Are there good porn titles?" I digressed, which was just as well, because otherwise I might have started jerking off right there as we reached the bottom of the slope.

"Maybe there are just no bad porn titles," Paul replied, never taking his eyes off the scene in front of us, where Hilda had begun twisting Gwen's nipples, making the older woman scream loudly.

"Fuck yes, sweetie, make me hurt, I'm such a naughty witch." 

This distracted Gwen from dry humping Nancy's ass, but my daughter's young chum was so busy swallowing the load that Crenshaw was pumping into her young lips that she did not complain. Hilda steered Gwen to a blanket off to one side and the two normally shy sorts shifted effortlessly into a 69 position. 

"I'm guessing that they both have done this before," Paul leered. "Though I guess not with each other, since your daughter's pal has been at school and Gwen lives here."

The intensity of her passion for my daughter's friend pushed aside any further thoughts about Gwen being a prude. I stopped at the foot of the slope and realized that Paul and I had started unconsciously harmonizing the pace of your stroking our cocks inside our shorts. Though a lot of the guys were gathered around the Blow Job Girl, so we still did not have a good view, others joined us in admiring the side show.

We watched as Gwen's belly slowly brushed against Hilda's nipples while the mature woman eased her younger playmate's thighs open, and then flicked her tongue down from each knee, trailing saliva along that tanned skin, but avoiding contact with the 'fun parts'. Gwen's excitement glistened on her thighs, reflecting sunlight as Hilda was straining to raise her head up and stab at Gwen's slit with a hard tongue which poked out of her mouth like a miniature cock. Gwen rotated her hips from side to side, easing herself lower, sighing. "So pink," Gwen moaned as she paused with her face directly above Hilda's pussy. She wasted no time slipping a finger between Hilda's swollen labia.

"I can almost hear the slurping sound as Hilda's cunt tries to suck that finger deeper," Paul said, never tearing his eyes off of the scene.

We both watched as Gwen finally buried her face deep within Hilda's muff. The younger woman locked her knees behind Gwen's back, trapping her. The sounds of the two tongues working on soaked flesh were stimulating. Paul and I were not the only bystanders openly fondling our swollen members. 

With our view obscured, before long we both started walking closer towards the crowd surrounding the Blow Job Girl. 

"Do you ever remember National Nude Day being this wild?" I asked Paul.

"No, I don't recall there ever being an orgy, and this is rapidly turning into one. You going to join in?"

"I don't know. A blow job behind the bluffs from a willing Queen is great, but bareback fucking right on the beach, with people we see every day in town? Plus I have lost track of where my daughter is. Bad enough her friends know what I perv I am, without her coming along and seeing me doing it doggy style with one of our neighbours."

"She's not that much of a prude I bet. She likely tones it down with you around. If Hilda is her chum, she can't be a blushing little virgin, even if she might like her Daddy to think so."

I was the one blushing then. "Look there," I indicated, trying to change the subject.

Hilda was grasping Gwen's ass in both hands, holding it down on her face. Gradually, Hilda's splayed fingers were creeping in towards the cleavage between Gwen's buttocks, pulling the flesh wider apart, until the pink of Gwen's backdoor glistened up at the sun. As we watched, Hilda's nails danced around that pink opening, teasing it. 

The dance of fingers across played out in seconds, but it seemed like longer. Perhaps because, as Paul muttered, "This is just like a porn movie."

If so, this would definitely have been the slow motion centerpiece. Hilda teased Gwen's asshole, swirling her nail all around. Hilda also continued to flick her tongue along the older woman's gash, subtly advancing to reach into the space that separated the two orifices.

Gwen was writhing, her hips bucking up and down as well as rotating. If Hilda was trying to lick some fudge, this would just frustrate her. If not, the risk of accidental rimming must have been a turn on, because my daughter's friend suddenly screamed, loud enough so that I was sure not only the more sedate nude revellers on the other side of the bluff would hear, but the few children and prudes left in town. "Don't stop. Keep licking," she yelled, "I'm coming."

Gwen obeyed, keeping her face deeply buried in Hilda's groin, steadying herself with palms flat on the sand. As Hilda's butt bumped upwards, Gwen grasped hold of round flesh, holding tight to Hilda's tanned butt, all the better to eat her.

Hilda was having trouble keeping her tongue action going, so she shifted her hands around, still holding Gwen's hips, but inserting a finger deep inside her newfound lover.

"She's finger fucking both Gwen's holes," Paul muttered. I tore me eyes away from the sexual antics in automatic response to his voice. I saw that he had his thick cock out of his shorts, and was hefting it in his palm.

"While they are still tonguing each other," I replied, finishing his thought.

"Good thing Gwen's hubby isn't around to watch."

"No," I observed, looking again at the oral gang bang further ahead, "he's too busy waiting his turn with the Blow Job Girl. She must be pretty special this year."

"I wonder who it is."

"All I know is it is some girl just here for the summer, so I guess she's making the most of it."

Gwen now was buried so deeply in Hilda's pussy that she had to push free and gasp for air. This also allowed her a quick giggle, scream and sigh. The way her matronly hips jerked about, I assumed Hilda's young but obviously practiced skills were bringing her to climax. As if confirming my thoughts, a shudder shook Gwen's tits and shoulders as she resumed returning the favour. 

My hand paused, toying with my zipper, wanting to unleash my confined erection. Almost everyone was naked anyway, and on this side of the bluff, most of the guys were hard, or their cocks were semi soft but coated with saliva or even pussy juice. Instead of being eager to join in, though, I found my mind wandering, wondering whether my darling Daisy was one of Hilda's practice partners. No, I reassured myself, Daisy was as fresh as the flower after which she had been named, and undoubtedly straight.

Paul had now kicked off his shorts, so I rushed to catch up, allowing the surge of my girth to shove the zipper loose. We parted at that point, Paul veering off to his left, joining a knot of people starting to cheer on the two bisexual show offs. I noted that Patricia McGillicuddy was one of the voyeurs. I knew from bar talk that Paul had the hots for our little co-worker since she had joined us as an intern four years before, but had been saddened to watch her marry her high school sweetheart. I had never seen her at Waterman's Cove before. Normally, she dressed modestly. In this mostly naked crew, she continued that trend by wearing a flowered sarong, but no top. Her pert young tits were not all over tanned, and the whiteness accentuated the excitement of her hard little cherry red nipples. One glance confirmed that her beefy beery ex jock husband was directly to the rear of the blow job girl his surfer shorts puddled on the sand. Paul wasted no time slipping beside Pat. The last I saw before diverting my own attention back to the main event, Paul was casually slipping his hand along Pat's hip, teasingly close to the knot that held her sarong in place. 

I mused whether I could convince Paul to violate the 'what happens at Waterman's stays at Waterman's' code. I bet myself that about three beers on Friday ought to encourage him to tell tales of a conquest - a sarong sliding to the sand, his hand roaming up to cup Pat's breast, neither saying a word as her hand found his cock. Well, of course, all that would be right on the beach. So he would likely share things her husband could hear about anyhow. But if she insisted on fucking in private, would he brag? Gauging from the size of his beer can cock, few women would be satisfied with one fucking. If Pat and Paul became office lovers, it might take six beers plus a couple of tequila shots to get all the story. 




Blow Job Girl



Confident that I could milk details from Paul later, I focussed on what I come for -- my turn with the Blow Job Girl. Finally, I admitted to myself that I was not just here to see her perform -- I wanted young lips wrapped around my aching cock, a spunk coated eager tongue swirling down my shaft, my bulb making a tanned cheek bulge. I deserved it, I figured. Half a summer watching my daughter's chums parading around half naked, I needed some relief.

Unlike the scattering of people just beginning to gather around Hilda and Gwen, the circle surrounding the Blow Job Girl was densely packed, at least three or four deep at the far end, where I gathered her head was facing. A few clusters bordered the main pack, mostly twosomes or threesomes either making out of fucking, turned on by the Blow Job Girl's enthusiastic display.

As I got closer, I could clearly hear the raucous cheers, the redundant coaching. Calls of "lick his balls" competed with cries to "take all that meat deep in your throat, slut", and related variations. 

It was fairly demeaning to the young lass hidden in the crowd, presumably on her knees. I was glad that my little daughter Daisy was no where near -- I doubted she was at Waterman's Cove, though since Hilda was her buddy, perhaps Daisy had come along, but stayed safely on the conservative side of the bluff.

My thoughts about the Blow Job Girl's situation shifted slightly though as I circled around the pack, taking a wide berth so no one backed into me -- if they did my hard cock might give them an unpleasant rush up their bum. I heard a woman saying, "Look at the flood down her legs -- I'd love to lick her clean."

A man, likely that speaker's husband or boyfriend, replied, "I bet she'd love that too, you are such a good cunt lapper, but you may need to settle for my cock."

"I wonder if she licks pussy as wildly as she swallows cum," another woman wondered out loud.

A glance told me that this last line was spoken by Gail, a cute Asian lady who sold produce at the market on Saturdays, and clerked in the bookstore. She was busily stroking a cock that I saw belonged not to her husband (she was married to a big black ex football player turned fireman), but rather to Mr. Peabody, the bookish bespectacled town librarian, who I had always assumed was gay. I guess I was wrong, because he had three fingers crammed up Gail's tight pussy, which was quite a feat, as his index finger was jousting around Gail's clit with a feminine digit, which I traced up a tanned arm to find that it belonged to Harriet Halverstram, a local lawyer, married to a surgeon. I looked around the crowd and confirmed that Matt Halverstram was next in line for his blow job. So, even if he cared what his wife was doing, he would hardly be on the moral high ground. 

"Your pussy is as wet as hers, shall I eat it?" I heard Harriet say. I watched as Gail turned and kissed Peabody, tongue bulging in his cheek, while Harriet nibbled Gail's shoulder, licked up her neck, and then pulled the hetro smooch apart, shoving her own tongue deep into Gail's mouth.

I lost sight of the peripheral threesome as I worked my way to the front of the circle around the Blow Job Girl, but not before I saw two female hands snaking around Peabody's solid cock, using it as a handle with which to pull him aside. The last I noticed, Gail was leaning back against a stack of driftwood, Harriet snacking on her tits while at the same time guiding Peabody's shaft into Gail's dripping pussy.

I found myself wondering if Harriet would be lucky enough to munch that cream pie. This shocked me, since I had never tasted another guy's seed before, yet here I was, jealous of Harriet's opportunity to sample the essence of Peabody, mixed with Gail's generous leakage. I knew I would never be able to look at Gail again without imagining my head between her thighs. Perhaps I would have to visit the bookstore, see if she had any special titles in the store room.

Harriet's husband had advanced to the star spot directly in front of the Blow Job Girl by that point. By the sounds of his grunting, he was far too busy to worry about what his wife might eat. 

Even as I circled directly behind Halverstam, I could not see the Blow Job Girl clearly, because the crowd was tightly packed, cheering her on. "I count 47 mouthfuls," a well tanned young blonde marvelled.

"The record is 49, we need to find her some fresh cocks," someone else declared. I was shocked that the voice belonged to Muriel Spurrell, the town matriarch, widow of the long time banker. She had to be at least 80. 

"Well, Muriel, you ought to know," I heard John Booth, the retired police chief, reply, "you set that record, but it must have been a decade ago."

"Not quite," the crone said, "it was the Millennium New Year's special party here."

"Then does it really count as the record?" That voice belonged to Floyd Faber, the tax collector, a very detail oriented guy, who I noticed was still wearing his black socks with his wing tips, even though he was otherwise naked, with about six inches of pencil thin prick at right angles to his body. 

A muffled response came from the middle of the pack. I was not the only one who could not hear what the Blow Job Girl said.

"A lady should never talk with her mouth full," Muriel laughed, very girlishly for a senior citizen.

"Even if it's scrotum that her lips are wrapped around," agreed a bystander.

"What she said is that she doesn't care if Muriel's record is official, she'll go as long as there are hard cocks to pump fresh seed into her mouth -- her tummy is no where near full," a tiny naked girl I recalled as a student who worked at the coffee shop translated. I admired the lithe olive skin which was capped by hard brownish nipples that never showed in her coffee stained uniforms. I mentally noted that I should leave bigger tips. Maybe then I would get at least a last name to add to the 'Cindi' on her name tag.

"I guess Floyd will get a turn this year then," Chief Booth joked.

"I think he's been saving up since his turn a couple years ago," Cindi commented, staring at Floyd's stiffness.

"Oh, I bet he relieves that regularly," Booth chuckled.

"Well, its not Floyd's fault that last year's Blow Job Queen got a sore stomach after a dozen loads." Muriel concluded.

By now, Matt Halverstam's shoulders were shuddering, and though I could not see his feet, I guessed that he was bouncing in the sand, trying to lever his cock deeper into the Blow Job Girl's throat as she swallowed his cum. 

"Don't forget to lick the shaft clean, sweetie," another old lady from the church choir commented.

"And draw each ball back into your mouth and roll it around to make sure he's good and clean," another voice contributed.

"Well, if he gets hard a second time, it wouldn't be the worst thing," Cindi said.

"You only say that because you've never been the Blow Job Queen, dearie," Muriel replied. "The second time around it takes way to much work to get a load. That's how you end up with a sore jaw."

Cindi giggled. "Then maybe I would just have to have him fuck me then. The longer that lasts, the better."

I found myself wondering who would get to eat that cream pie out of the youthful pussy. Coffee to go would never be the same. 

By the time my attention returned to the present, Halverstam had staggered away, slumped on the sand. Cindi had indeed headed over to comfort him, her tiny hand already curling into his lap. I paused briefly to observe, my hand cupping my balls as my aching cock began leaking precum. Expecting that Cindi would soon be straddling Matt's hips, I might have wandered closer, hoping to be invited to join in, either pumping my seed into her throat or splattering it all over her chest and tits. 

That plan barely began forming when Chief Booth noticed me. 

"Here's a nice fresh one for her," he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the circle, brushing idle gawkers aside to line me up next to Floyd, whose quickly drawn cum was already chugging into the throat of the flaxen haired Blow Job Girl. 

Without missing a beat, as she kept her head down, milking the last drops from Floyd, her hand reached over and caressed my cock, strong fingers wrapping around my swollen shaft at the root. Before rolling up, to caress the silky outer layer of skin, one practiced pinky teased my scrotum. I heard Mildred say "You better leave Floyd's cleanup to one of the other gals, that next one looks ready to blow."

The pun created a giggle fest. In the meanwhile, the Blow Job Girl cupped my heavy cockhead in her palm, curled her hand around it and squeezed gently. Only then did she look up, and our eyes met for the first time.

"Hi Daddy," she said. 

The onlookers gasped. Incest was unknown at these events. 

"What are we going to do?" she asked. Her willingness to even consider continuing shocked me.

"Well, dearie," suggested Muriel, "you do need one more mouthful for the record."

"Yes, Daddy, what are we going to do," my angel asked me.

"Whatever you'd like," I answered, as I always had.



Blow Job in San Francisco



Many years ago, I was discharged from the U S Air Force at Travis Air Force Base in California. My last duty station was in Japan, and I had been flown back Stateside to await separation from the military. I very much enjoyed my tour of duty in Japan, most of all because of all the available women, but I was not unhappy to leave behind the life of regimentation I had known for over four years. Immediately before transporting me and other newly separated men and women to San Francisco, the Air Force paid me off for all the furlough time I had to let accumulate because I was unable to use it. I was also given money to pay for public transportation back to my place of enlistment, if that was where I chose to go to start my new life. 

It wasn't. I had enlisted straight out of high school, and had no employment I might want to return to, and no girlfriend left behind. Generally speaking, there was no reason for me not to take up residence in a swinging place such as San Francisco, except that I would have to get a job. I wasn't worried about that; I was bright enough and the commercial classes I had taken in high school and four years of experience as a clerk-typist in the Air Force should have been enough to land myself a decent clerical job in The City, as it liked to call itself. Meanwhile, I had what I considered a lot of money in my pocket, and I wanted to have some good times before starting to look for employment. 

Of course, to a single man who had just turned 21 years old, "some good times" meant sex, more than anything else, not only fucking and other fun activities, but watching as others did similar things. This was before "Deep Throat" first appeared on movie screens, and a distinction was still being made between soft core pornography and hard core. There were several "nudie theaters" in town specializing in soft core feature length films, but my favorite was the Peerless Theater near Mission Street. The movies they showed didn't bother with plot or usually even dialogue; they just showed naked or almost naked sexy women rolling or groveling around on beds or other flat surfaces and pretending to be getting fucked or having their pussies eaten. It was actually pretty tame by today's standards, but extremely arousing to me back then. 

One night, I stayed until the last film clip of the show ended. It featured a sexy blonde wearing nothing but a pair of translucent pink bikini panties. Pussies, even pubic hair, was considered to be hard core porn and was never legally shown, but a dark cameltoe was clearly visible under the thin fabric. She must have been quite a talented actress, or I might have just been highly suggestible, but watching that blonde fucking up into the air while her sexy body writhed on her bed was probably the most erotic thing I had ever seen up until then. As I gawked at her, sometimes I imagined my face pressed between her thighs while I ate her unseen pussy, and some of the time I imagined my body there, matching her erotic movements with deep thrusts of my cock. 

When I left, I was in an advanced state of sexual excitement, and in a hurry to get back to the hotel where I was staying so I could alleviate my needs. There were probably ways to get away with masturbating inside the theater, but I didn't know about them, and would have been reluctant to do so anyhow, because it would have been illegal, and I wanted to avoid trouble. 

On the sidewalk outside the theater, I encountered a smallish man of about 30 years old, who also wanted my needs to be alleviated, except that he wanted to be the one to take care of those needs. I didn't realize this right away, and I did wonder why he approached me. I knew there were some men, especially in the city where I was then, who were gay, although I probably would have used the words "queer" or "fairy" in referring to them. There would have been no animus on my part. "Gay" as a word meaning or referring to a homosexual man was not yet in common use; at least I had never heard it. 

"Quite a movie, wasn't it?" the stranger said. 

"Yeah, it was," I replied, not wishing to be boorish, but not wishing to stop for any idle conversation. 

I was anxious to avoid delay in reaching a place of privacy, so I continued rapidly walking in the same direction. The man caught up with me, and made me a proposal I found interesting. 

"Do you want a blow job?" 

That question caused me to stop and let him catch up with me. In Japan, I had reveled in a variety of sexual activities, including being sucked off, but this was only with josans, which is a Japanese word meaning girls or young women, and all of them were prostitutes. I certainly preferred having my hard cock stroked by a pair of lips rather than my own hand, which was the alternative that night, and there was not even a remote chance of any other options appearing. Had it been a woman making that offer, I would have accepted her proposal without a moment's hesitation, and I could see little or no difference between that hypothetical female and the man whose mouth was available. He even had a rather feminine appearance, with long blonde hair and a hairless face with a fair complexion. Long hair on men was quite unusual back then.

"Sure," I answered. "Do you have a place to go?" 

"Right down here." He waved in the direction of a row of vehicles parked in an alley and started walking toward them. 

After a couple of steps, he turned and waited for me, and I was already walking briskly after him. Looking back, I realize that was rather risky behavior on my part, but I was not concerned then. I was much younger, bigger and stronger than the man who said he wanted to suck me off, and I had every confidence in my ability to take care of myself if need be. And, as I said, I was also very horny and needed a sexual outlet. 

As he unlocked the door to a van, the man introduced himself as "Arne," which gave me something to call him. Seeing no reason to be secretive, I told him my name was George. When the door swung open, the light inside the van came on, and I looked inside and saw some pillows and a small mattress on the floor, but no other person. I followed him in and lay flat on my back on the mattress, the way I had always done when I knew a mouth was about to be pleasuring my cock. Until then, there had been no difference between getting sucked off by this man or by a josan, except the latter would have looked much better to me. Nothing against Arne, but women have always been more visually interesting to me than men. 

I slipped a pillow under my head and lay there while he knelt on a pillow beside me and leaned over to unbuckle my belt and unbutton and unzip my pants. When he started to pull down them and my jockey shorts, I raised my ass to help him. With my clothing out of the way, Arne took hold of my cock, which was still hard and ready from the films I had been watching, and held it in his hand for a few seconds. This was before the advent of AIDS, and I had never been concerned with the possibility of an STD being passed on by oral contact. 

"Mmmm, nice big cock," he murmured, and leaned over to let it glide between his lips. 

That was the end of any conversation for a while, because his mouth was otherwise occupied, and I had nothing I thought needed to be said. Arne sucked slowly, and took most of my cock into his mouth with every stroke he made. As his head bobbed up and down, I could feel his tongue laving my shaft, while his lips applied the perfect amount of pressure. I closed my eyes and also murmured happily as I gave myself completely over to the pleasure of the moment, just being sure to refrain from placing my hands on the head of the man who was giving me so much fun. 

After a few minutes of slow sucking, Arne took my cock out of his mouth and licked the head and under the ridge. "This is great," he said. "I hope you don't cum too soon." 

"Just take it easy, and I'll try not to cum for a while. I got pretty turned on by that movie, though." 

Our privacy wasn't as good as my hotel room would have been, but it was good enough. There was some light coming through the windshield of the van from a streetlight and a little more through the back window, and I could see Arne's face as my cock went in and out of his mouth. There would not have been enough light for a cop or anybody outside to have seen us, unless he held a flashlight to the window to look inside. Fortunately, that didn't happen, and I let myself relax and not worry, although I did try to will myself to keep from cumming too soon.

For a long time, Arne continued slowly sucking me off, giving me a lot of fun and, I'm sure, getting a lot himself. He was better than any of the josans who had given me head, except for the legendary Jeannie Rose, and no money had changed hands. I could feel my climax building up, a tremendously pleasurable sensation, and I knew I was close to cumming. 

Arne knew it too. Very briefly, he took my cock out of his mouth and said "I can tell you're just about ready to cum, George." 

That was all he said before taking my cock back into his mouth, but he started sucking faster and his lips felt tighter on my shaft. Less than a minute later, I let out a moan of bliss, and my climax welled up inside me like a geyser on the verge of erupting. Seconds after that, the sensation concentrated in my groin and exploded out my cock, blasting a big gob of cum into Arne's mouth. 

He didn't stop, but kept sucking, and we were both rewarded when I ejaculated into his mouth again. The second time was good, not as great as the first had been, but good nonetheless. Arne kept sucking, and a third burst of my semen landed in his mouth. I was sure I was through cumming, and he must have thought so too, because he removed my cock and swirled all the fresh juices I had just fed him in his mouth before swallowing. He still wasn't done, but used his tongue to lick everything off the head of my cock, which was starting to get soft. When he had all the cum he could get from me, he used his finger to stop a few drops of semen from trickling down his chin. He licked this off his finger and applied his tongue around his lips as far as it could reach. 

"Thanks, George. That was really fun," he told me with a big smile on his face. "I really liked your cock." After speaking, he straightened up but remained on his knees. 

I was very unsure what kind of etiquette, if any, should apply. After sex with a prostitute, I usually just put on my clothing and left and, although neither of us had paid anything, that seemed like the thing to do here. Had he been my girlfriend, I would have known what to do, but we didn't really have what could be called a relationship, nor did I want one with him. What I did was to thank Arne, and tell him I had a good time too, which was the truth. After that, I pulled my pants and underwear back up and left. 

I went back to the Peerless Theater a few times after that, until they eventually closed down. I always left in a high state of sexual excitement, but I never saw Arne or anybody else who could take care of me, so I always went home to tend to it on my own. I did allow myself to get picked up by gay men a few times after that, and got sucked off or fucked one in his ass, if that was what he preferred, and it was always fun for them and for me. I would have preferred a woman, but a gay man's mouth or ass was a more than adequate substitution. I may have been using them for sexual gratification, but they were using me too, and it was never anything but an even exchange between them and me.

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Blow-job Initiation



Any college student looking for work in his field can appreciate the difference between theory and practice. Long before I developed any sort of expertise in the sexual arts, Scarletletters and Literotica, Playboy and Men's Health Magazine, Babes in Toyland and Dr. Ruth, of assorted mailing groups and internet communities, and High School health classes had converted me into an untried virgin sex expert and educator. Thus, without having ever given a single blowjob, I already knew to use lots of saliva, to vary pressure and speed, to give adequate attention to the balls, I knew to hit that spot right underneath the head, the vein that runs down the underside, the sensitive area of skin between the balls and the anus. 

Still, I remember the first time I surpassed my theoretical knowledge and experienced a cock in my mouth for the first time. I had just gotten my first kiss a few weeks earlier from a guy I'd had a crush on for months. That particular night, we had decided to go for a walk in the local park – Cummings Park, I kid you not. It was dark, maybe 9 or 10 pm, and we stopped at an isolated little gazebo with chipped white paint about 80 yards away from a playground (abandoned, so we weren't destroying anybody's innocence but my own." In the shadows we began to kiss, hands roaming all over each other's bodies. It was a brisk evening, late summer turned to fall. 

It would never have occurred to me had he not suggested it. Gently nudging me, "touch it," he said. The previous times we had just ground against each other through our clothes. I had never experienced a real life penis up close, despite my earnest book study of it. I stroked him through his pants, palm stretched and taught, focusing strictly on his erection, feeling out the size and the girth of him as well as I could through his clothes. 

"Take it out," then. I unzipped his pants. He was wearing boxers. I drew his cock out and kneeled before it, mesmerized. "Stroke it," and I made a tentative fist around it, stroking it up and down, wondering about the friction, if it felt good, if I was holding it correctly, if I had a good tempo. 

It was such a state of discovery for me. It was so unexpected for me that I would find myself holding, stroking, a real life cock. It was the farthest that I had ever gone, the most sexual that I had ever been with him and I was completely in the moment. I didn't think about what would happen next, too intrigued and curious at the situation in which I found myself. And then he said it... "give it a kiss?" Pre-cum was oozing out the tip of his cock and I placed my lips against it, and then allowed his shaft to press past my lips and into my mouth. I didn't try anything elaborate that time, the deep-throats and the cum swallowing and the 69 and the road head would come later but... how to describe how I felt? illicit. naughty. a bit guilty. a lot excited. I bobbed my head on it for a while. His moans were encouraging but I hardly noticed them. 

Maybe we both sensed that it was as far as things were going to go that night. I really don't remember. Maybe it was getting late, and he had to get me home before my parents complained. So (at his suggestion) I gave it a goodbye kiss... a little more than a goodbye kiss. A goodbye 1 or 2 strokes with my mouth. 

I ended up with bruises on my knees that day, as well as a fixation upon seeing him cum. My curiosity (among other things) had become aroused, the first step was taken, but I wanted to put into practice all the ideas and fantasies that ran amok inside my head. I can't remember the first time I swallowed his come, I believe it may have been one night in his car, an old Camaro T-top, but from then on a benchmark of our encounters has always been some form of oral service to him. The first time I deepthroated him and felt – amazingly – the head of his cock pop past the back of my throat, the conscious relaxing of muscles and of gag instincts, and his surprised and astounded gasp, he came simultaneously down my throat and has never forgotten it since. The first time I gave him road head was traveling south on I-95, worried about neighboring cars or police troops. Then there was the time that I, lying on my back on his bed, licked and suckled at his balls while he earnestly jacked off standing over me, cum eventually splattering all over my face. 

Since then, every man who has experienced my oral skills (few, 2 or 3, as I am a good girl, after all) has affirmed that it's been, basically, the best they've ever gotten. The time I hooked up with a fellow law student, I stole an orgasm out if him in 5 minutes or so (after a whole lot of teasing, granted). I have no "secret," really. I do with oral sex as with any other important activity that I am interested in mastering: a complete study of the theory, lots of practice, innovation, disposition, and above all lots and lots of enthusiasm. 



Blow Job Lessons



Ashley was 14 when her parents got divorced. Her mom bought a new house in the suburbs filled with starter homes and young families. Ashley was now a senior in high school and was graduating in a couple weeks. Her mom, although a very attractive 38 year old, had never remarried. She had no shortage of male friends and Ashley occasionally heard them going at it during the night or even in the morning. The latest was some guy named Mike or Mark or something like that. The only thing Ashley knew for sure was that he had a big dick because that was her mom shouted most of the time. 

Here it was 6 AM on a school day and her mom with "Mr. Big Dick" was waking her up again. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall rhythmically was unmistakable. Her mom's voice, "give me that big cock, pound that cock in there!" 

Ashley put a pillow over her ears to drown out the sounds. It wasn't that she didn't like sex; she just didn't want to hear her mom going at it. In fact, Ashley had just started having sex early this year with her then boyfriend. Most of her friends had all started within the last year and they talked about it with each other often. Comparing notes, experiences, and techniques was a hot topic of conversation. 

Ashley got out of bed and headed for the shower in her adjoining bathroom. Her second floor bathroom window faced her neighbor's bi level house and looked slightly down on a bedroom. She looked out the window sleepily as a light broke in the bedroom next door. A shape came towards the window and she could see it was a naked man! 

He must not be able to see her window which was a little above his and had no idea he was being watched as he crossed the room. Ashley was mesmerized by his huge cock hanging down between his legs as he walked toward a closet. It had to be 7 inches long and it wasn't even hard, it just hung there over his balls flopping a little while he moved around. His balls were completely shaved. Ashley had never seen a cock that big except on the internet and had never seen a guy with all of his pubic hair shaved. He surprised her when he sat on the edge of the bed near the closet and began stroking it. His legs hung off the edge and only his lower half was visible as he leaned back out of view. The girls at school would never believe it! This was better than any free porno online, it was really happening before her eyes. 

His cock was finally hard and had to be 10 inches. He gripped it with his left hand around the base and furiously pumped his right up and down on the remaining shaft. After about 5 minutes, streams of cum shot up and onto his belly. Ashley was slightly saddened but a little glad it was over because she was really getting turned on and she had to get to school.

Next door, Rick smiled to himself. He saw the light drift down from the neighbor girl's bathroom window and knew she was awake. He had caught a quick glimpse when he went to the closet and knew she was at the window watching him get ready so he thought he would really give her a show. 

It didn't take him long to get hard thinking about the naughty neighbor watching him. Thanks to the birthday banner on her house a couple months ago he knew her name was Ashley and that she was an 18 year old senior in high school. He was fairly new to the neighborhood having moved in five months ago in the dead of winter. Lately, he had seen Ashley jogging in the neighborhood wearing her tight running pants and a t-shirt over her sports bra. He imagined those long shapely legs and her tight looking ass as he pumped his cock. She had long straight strawberry blonde hair, pale skin and very blue eyes. Her tall runner's body had to be very lean but given the lumps her sports bra created she had a decent rack. His dirty thoughts about her soon brought the rush of semen through his cock and it was over. Time to get ready for work.

Ashley got to school and quickly found her best friend, Lauren. Lauren lived in the same neighborhood and had been her partner in crime since they were both 14. With their other friend, Hope, they were like the three amigos. Hope and Lauren were on the dance team together and had been friends since grade school. Lauren was tall like Ashley; both were 5'7". Lauren was slender and very graceful looking. She had slim hips and with taught muscular legs from years of dancing. Her ass was rock hard as were her abs. She had smallish tits, only a 32A. Lauren had long dark hair, straight like Ashley's, making it easier to tie up when dancing. Ashley relayed the story of the morning to her, leaving out nothing regarding her mom or the hung neighbor. 

"He really just jerked off right in the view of the window?" Lauren asked skeptically.

"Yeah, it was fucking huge. He couldn't have known I was there the way he went at it."

Lauren quizzed her, "you sure he didn't know? I mean he might very well have known and been one of those... What do you call them? Exhibitionists."

"If he was then he certainly exhibited! I'll get up early tomorrow and see if he does it again."

"If he's hot you should introduce yourself. You know just to tease him a little but don't let on that you saw him. Good Luck." Lauren shouted as she headed off for class.

The next morning Ashley got up and went to the bathroom window again and waited. Sure enough she saw her neighbor walk across the room leaving his monster meat dangling between his legs. To Ashley's disappointment he didn't jerk off but just stood there so she could see it. Suddenly, another shape came into view. A woman came in and knelt down in front of him. Ashley couldn't recognize the woman from the side as the woman took his huge cock in her mouth. The woman was working the cock with her hands as she sucked the tip into her throat. Ashley was awestruck watching this woman take all that cock. Her neighbor seemed to be guiding her by putting her hands just so or using his hand on his cock followed by her repeating it. She watched this coaching for 10 minutes or so until her mom starting yelling at her get going or she would be late for school.

Rick smiled again this morning when he realized Ashley was watching again. This morning he had one of his "clients" over for a morning lesson. Rick took ads out on Craigslist offering to teach women how to give head and always mentioned that he had a huge dick which seemed to bring a few more calls. This particular young woman had spent the night learning to suck his cock and this morning was the final exam. 

Waiting near the front doors of the school for Ashley were Lauren and their other friend, Hope. Hope was the girl all the guys at school lusted after. Her mom had been a model so it was easy to see where she got it from. She had developed early and just kept getting more attention as she hit 18. Her shoulder length blonde hair was always perfect. She had amazing green eyes and a tan year round. She was about an inch shorter than Lauren and Ashley but sported the body of a lingerie model. She had 34D tits that every guy and most women stared at during their dance competitions. Her hips were more womanly than Lauren and her abs weren't as defined but she still looked great in hot pants and a sports bra during practice. She was the only one brave enough to sport a belly button piercing and had a dangling string of fake diamonds hanging there. 

Hope teasingly greeted her, "So tell us about your Hot. Hung. Neighbor. Ash. Was he there again?

"You told her!" Ashley shot at Lauren, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh come on. It is awesome and it's not like you told me not to tell." 

Ashley didn't really care that Hope knew; they all shared secrets so she told the morning story. 

"This is just like Matt's party last month," Hope continued. "Remember, we were all talking about how to you know...give blow jobs. We all had different ideas and laughed about what we would do with a huge dick. I know I would choke because I can't take anything down my throat. I hate the taste of cum too so I spit every time."

"Every time Hope? What you mean both times you tried it." Ashley taunted her.

"OK maybe I am not the most experienced but at least I didn't throw up in Jason Anderson's back seat."

"Shut up Hope," Lauren exclaimed, "I was drunk and I wasn't ready for a whole load of gooey shit going down my throat!"

"Hey, what if this guy is giving blow job lessons," Hope offered. "He could be bringing women over and teaching them how to do it from a guy's point of view. I mean you can find something for everyone on the Internet now. Just think a professional blow job course right next door to Ashley."

"No way. There isn't some blow job college going on next door to my house." 

Lauren offered a little too quickly, "let's look it up. I know Craigslist has all kinds of kinky shit on it. Come over to my house after school today and we'll check." 

"Fine. But you guys are going to be disappointed. I think he is just some horny guy getting off. And what kind of kinky shit do you look up on Craigslist Lauren?" Ashley asked. 

"I was looking around on there one day and saw all kinds of personal ads and offers from guys for unattached sex."

Hope broke in, "come on ladies, let's get this answered after school at Lauren's. See you two later."

After school the three girls met at Laurens and found Craigslist. They searched the casual encounters section but nothing looked like what they sought. Ashley thought it was as she figured, just some guy, until Hope opened Adult Services Offered. There it was, an ad asking if you were a woman looking to learn to suck cock. 

"Oh my God!" They all shouted.

"Open it up Lauren." Ashley prodded.

Lauren opened the ad. All eyes went immediately to the picture of an obviously big and hard dick on the bottom of the page. The ad promised a woman would be taught how to give great blow jobs on a huge cock. He said he didn't expect sex, just blow jobs. 

Lauren clicked the reply button. "What should we write? How do we find out if it is Ashley's neighbor?

"Ask him if he lives next to a girl named Ashley?" Hope bluntly stated.

"No, he'll know its me." Ashley whined.

"Too late." Lauren said as she quickly typed the question and hit send. "So what if he knows. He obviously doesn't care if you see him. Plus the email is my generic account that doesn't have my name on it."

To their surprise the computer announced, "You've got mail."

A new message from BigRick10 asked, "maybe. Who wants to know?"

They all stared at the message and broke out laughing.

"Your neighbor is a blow job teacher." Lauren teased. 

"Is he hot Ashley? I mean if he is maybe it would be worth a class. I have never seen a dick like that and I bet nobody would ever know. He is right next door so you could go over anytime and be home in bed in an hour." Now Hope's teasing really started. "I bet you already did go over you little slut. Is that why Tim said you give great head?"

"Shut up Hope! I haven't been over there. I didn't even know his name, if Rick is his real name. I am going home before you two trouble makers embarrass me anymore."

Ashley gathered up her stuff and head out the door for the 15 minute walk home.

After Ashley left Hope got a wicked look in her eye. "Let's send him another message. Pretend your Ashley and tell him you will be walking down the street in about 10 minutes and that he should come out and say, hi. That is if he is who you think he is."

"Oh you are wicked Hope! Ashley will be so embarrassed if he talks to her and she'll have no idea why he suddenly greets her. I bet she'll probably run straight into the house and call us."

Rick checked his email; a new message from Kittydance was waiting. He opened it and saw a short reply to his query. 

"I will be walking down the sidewalk in 10 minutes carrying a Wildcats backpack. You really should say Hi to me. P.S. I love your morning shows."

Rick couldn't believe his eyes. Was this really a message from the hot little package next door? He moved to the front of the house to get a view of the street and sidewalk. Sure enough Ashley was walking down the street about ½ block away. He quickly headed outside to check the mail.

Ashley couldn't believe it. Her neighbor was coming outside just as she was passing his house. 

Rick looked at Ashley. She was wearing her skin tight running pants, a sports bra and a tight fitting tank over it covered by an unzipped sweatshirt. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail held by a white scrunchie.

Holding out his hand he approached. "Hi there, you're Ashley right? 

She gingerly took his hand. Thoughts of him using it to jerk his cock in the morning passed through her mind causing her to blush just a little. 

She blurted back, "Yeah, I'm Ashley. You must be Rick." Her mind quickly gasped, "How am I going to explain knowing his name?"

Rick laughed, "So you do know my name. I guessed yours from the birthday banner earlier this spring. I didn't mean to startle you I just thought since we are neighbors I should introduce myself."

Ashley could feel the heat of her blood from the embarrassment of meeting this guy after what she had seen and learned. He looked about 30 and was about 6 feet tall with short brown hair. He looked to be losing some hair on top but shaved his head very short to sort of blend it all in. Her eyes unconsciously drifted down to his crotch but nothing was obvious from his jeans. She still hadn't verbally responded.

Rich caught her glance down at his package. He knew she had seen his manhood and judging from her email she liked it. 

"So Ashley, I am sorry about the mornings, I can shut the shades if you like. I don't want to get the neighborhood in an uproar about my little business."

Ashley couldn't believe he was openly talking to her about it. He must have thought that stupid email Lauren sent was from her. She didn't want him to quit. In fact, she liked the little show, especially after listening to her mother go at it with her Mr. Big Dick. 

"What you do in your own house is your business." Ashley could feel herself getting hotter thinking about that huge cock. She wondered what a cock like that would feel like. Nobody would know anything, she could learn how to give great head and feel a cock like that to boot. Suddenly she felt a little crazy and brazen.

"How much do you charge for your lessons?"

Rick was taken aback by her boldness but it just encouraged his own forwardness. "Nothing. I just get a few free blow jobs out of it. You're 18 right? I would love to give you a lesson."

Ashley felt hotter by the minute. All the thoughts of hearing her mom's headboard banging and seeing this guy's massive member started to get her wet. 

Surprising to both parties Ashley said, "Sure lets give it try. My mom won't be home so she won't expect me anytime soon."

Ashley followed Rick up the driveway. She definitely liked his ass from behind.

Inside the house Rick instructed her to drop her back pack and take off her sweatshirt. He could see her nipples were poking at her sports bra and tank top.

"Why don't you take off your top and that sports bra?" He asked as he dropped his jeans and revealed his hanging member. 

"I thought no sex was involved? I mean, I just want to you know... give head." 

"I know but I gotta get hard and you should be comfortable. I can see your nips poking out and a little foreplay never hurt anyone. Besides, you probably don't want to go home with a cum stained shirt."

"I suppose, but I am not taking off my shorts." Ashley couldn't believe what she was doing. She had never just stood there with her tits out like this in front of a guy. Her sexual experiences had always been in the dark in a bed or car.

Rick couldn't believe his luck. Her tits were amazing. At least a firm C cup. The nipples were small and hard already. He reached down and cupped a full heavy breast, squeezing it up to his mouth. His tongue swirled around and he felt her hands on his head as she gasped. She slid one hand down to his swollen member.

Ashley couldn't believe the size of his cock. It throbbed in her hand as she stroked the end of it. Her hand could fit around the tip but below that it was too big for one hand to encircle. 

He kept massaging her tits and teasing her nipples with both hands and occasionally his mouth. She had never had a guy go in like this for her tits. High school boys just sort of groped and nervously massaged. This guy was sure of himself and wasted no time. Having her nipples touched and sucked like this felt incredible. 

Gently he pushed her down so she was on her knees in front of him. His cock was at least ¾ hard now. It was smooth with hardly a vein sticking out as it curved slightly to his left. The head looked like a purple fist. His smooth balls and skin around his groin made it all look even bigger.

"It is a full 10 inches," he said proudly. "I don't expect you to be able to deep throat it at first so don't feel bad. But don't be shy either, show me what you got."

Ashley gently grabbed the base of it with her right hand and put the tip in her mouth. She stroked the huge appendage and sucked on the tip, tasting a little salty pre cum as she sped up. His cock was fully erect now and she had to work on pulling it down just to keep it at mouth level. She opened wider and moved down the shaft until it hit the back of her throat. God, it filled her whole mouth and she could see at least 6 inches still sticking out. Rick put his hand on her head and gave her a little pressure to keep her going, but she gagged a little and had to back off. 

"Good job. You have to learn how far you can take it without gagging like that. The key is to relax your throat muscles, but that will come later with practice. Right now let's focus on getting a guy to cum quickly. Now grab my cock with both hands." 


Ashley did as she was instructed, looking up at him for more. 

Rick was amazed by this angel. She had his cock firmly in both hands looking up with those beautiful blue eyes. He could see her hard tits below and couldn't wait to cream on them. She took the tip of his dick into her mouth and used her left hand to stroke him into her mouth while holding him steady with her right. He guided her faster and faster, taking a little more dick in her mouth each time. His cock was slick with her saliva and a little of his cum. Soon she had dropped her left hand and was stroking the full length of him with her right and taking over half of his cock into her mouth on the down stroke. 

Ashley could feel his body tensing. She couldn't believe how much of this cock she was taking in her mouth and throat. She thought she figured out how to relax her throat. If it wasn't so thick she might be able to go all the way down.

Rick couldn't take it anymore. He shouted, "I'm gonna cum! Get ready!" 

A split second later his cock exploded. Ashley took the first shot into her mouth but it was too much and she immediately started pushing it out of her mouth with her tongue. She had thought she would prove herself by swallowing it but there was no way. His dick was like a hose that kept jumping and spitting 4, now 5 times, in her face. The few blow jobs she had given had never resulted in a drenching like this. It was in her hair, over her eyes, and on her chest. She felt so dirty, yet totally hot covered in this guy's cum. She wiped the jizz from her eyes and then rubbed her hands clean as possible on her tits. The warm sperm felt like jelly or lotion all over her smooth tits. The motions brought her nipples to life again and she knew she had to get going before this went any further. Suddenly she felt a little self conscious about kneeling here topless covered in cum.

"I should get going. I need to go home and shower."

"There's no rush. You can shower here baby," as he reached down tweaking her hard nipple. "Unless you want to experience the whole thing before you go."