Ellen was bobbing up and down on my shaft as I sat on the bed and watched her go at it. She was a talented fellatrice, probably the best I’d ever had, and she knew exactly what to do to make me come.
As she sucked on my cock, her tongue teasing the underside of my shaft, I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. Ellen took more and more of me into her mouth, lovingly caressing my cock with her soft lips and wet tongue. It wasn’t long before she deep-throated my entire length. With a few more strokes of her tongue, I was pushed over the edge, my climax coming fast and hard.
Grunting loudly, I spurted my seed deep into Ellen’s throat. She swallowed it hungrily, milking my cock until she had gotten every last drop. Then, standing from her position on the floor at the foot of the bed, she leaned in and kissed me. As her tongue slipped between my lips, giving me a taste of my own salty semen, I flashed back to the first blowjob I had ever received.
I had started my second year of college and had begun dating a girl who lived downstairs from me in the dorm. She was a petite blond named Melody, and she was by far the hottest girl on campus. At five-feet-four-inches, she was a foot shorter than me. She had a slim figure, too, except for her large, voluptuous breasts. Until I met Melody, I had never seen a girl with such glorious tits—at least not a girl who wasn’t a porn star. She was incredible, and I knew I was the envy of every other guy at the university.
Unfortunately, Melody, as perfect as she was, did have one flaw: She was waiting until marriage to have sex. At first I thought she was kidding. How could a girl that gorgeous be celibate? It made no sense to me. But sure enough, whenever we would be kissing and fooling around, the minute I went to move things further along, she would stop me dead in my tracks and remind me that there was no way anything was going to happen.
After a few months of this, I was starting to get frustrated. But Melody was perfect in every other way, and I didn’t want to lose her by pushing the matter. I figured she’d give in eventually and then everything would be amazing. Besides, she was more than happy to give me handjobs and talk dirty to me when we fooled around.
Six months into our relationship, we were at a party with a bunch of friends and things started to get out of control. It seemed that everyone there was pairing off and going to find somewhere more private to continue having fun without an audience. When Melody suggested we head back to her dorm room, I figured she’d had enough of the raucous crowd and wanted to get some peace. But she had other plans.
The minute we stepped over the threshold into her room, she grabbed me by the collar of my polo shirt and began kissing me passionately, shoving me up against the wall and ravaging my mouth. Melody had never been so rough before, and I was taken by surprise. Even though she would occasionally initiate our kisses, it was always me who had to take things to the next level, and always slowly and gently. This harsh, abrupt passion was new for us—and I loved it!
After several long minutes with my back pushed against the door, Melody pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “You’ve been so patient these past few months,” she said, and I instantly thought I was going to get lucky. What else could she mean? “I want to thank you for understanding why I want to wait,” she continued, utterly confusing me. She wanted to thank me for waiting, but she still wanted to wait? What the hell did that mean?
I barely had time to contemplate the sexual riddle before she was on her knees, her hands undoing my belt. I had never gotten a blowjob before; my last girlfriend found it “unappetizing” and refused to go down on me. Handjobs were almost as rare with her. It was full-on intercourse or nothing—not that I ever complained. But the girls in my favorite porno films always made blowjobs look so sexy that it was my number-one fantasy to have a hot, sexy girl sucking on my dick. I never thought Melody would be the girl to make that dream come true.
She made quick work of my belt, and before I knew it, she had my pants undone and—along with my boxers—pooled at my ankles, with my belt buckle resting atop the toe of my right sneaker.
Reaching up, she began fondling my semi-hard cock. She started by running her hands up and down my shaft, one after the other. Then, she kept one hand pumping my shaft while the other moved down to my balls. Her hands were warm and soft, and as she caressed my balls, I felt my prick growing stiffer. She continued playing with my sac, gently at first and then more roughly, until I thought I was going to come.
Stopping her ministrations, she removed her hands from my cock and let me cool down for a moment. Then, without any hesitation, she leaned in and licked my shaft from head to base, her soft, wet tongue traveling sensually over my aroused flesh. She did this several times, each lick exciting me more than the last.
I had never felt anything so incredible—until Melody took me into her mouth. It started with her placing soft, feathery kisses on my cock. After trailing a number of kisses all along the shaft, she focused her attention on the head, kissing it over and over from every possible angle. The teasing was almost unbearable, which Melody clearly sensed, and before I could even open my mouth to ask her to stop, she had sucked the head of my cock between her lips.
As she sucked on the purple crown, her tongue danced over it repeatedly and her hands moved back to my shaft and balls, stroking me. I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but I did. My dick was like an eight-inch steel rod by then, and I was sure I would come before I had a chance to experience all the joys her hot little mouth had to offer.
Melody seemed to sense this, and she immediately took more of my cock between her lips. She had a good six inches in her mouth when she started bobbing up and down on me. She alternated between sucking lightly and then harder, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft as she moved. Every few bobs, she would let her teeth lightly graze me, the sensations nearly sending me over the edge every time.
When I thought it couldn’t possibly get better, Melody took the remaining two inches into her mouth, successfully deep-throating my hard cock. What a woman! As soon as she had all of me inside her mouth, she stilled, my ball sac resting on her chin. The feeling was incredible.
After letting me luxuriate in the feeling of being engulfed by her warm, wet mouth, she began moving again. She started with her tongue pressing against my shaft and pushing me to the top of her mouth. Then she started bobbing again, slowly at first and then picking up speed. There was no hope for me then.
Before I knew what was happening, I was climaxing, shooting my load right down Melody’s throat. She sucked hungrily on my dick as I came, trying to take every drop of come. When my balls were finally emptied of their load and my cock was spent and softening between her lips, she pulled away, a thin string of come and saliva momentarily linking us.
Licking her lips seductively, Melody said, “Yummy! That was delicious!” and smiled at me, her eyes shining brightly. I stared at the girl before me, wondering where the motivation for the blowjob had come from. As if reading my thoughts, Melody said, “Oh, silly me, did I not tell you that sucking cock is my favorite pastime?”
After that, Melody gave me blowjobs on a regular basis. Our relationship lasted through our junior year of college, and then we parted ways. And while I’ve since met plenty of women ready, willing and able to give expert head, I will always remember Melody for being the first to swallow my cock.
Luckily, Ellen is Melody’s equal in the field of fellatio. I’m thankful to Melody for teaching me how to appreciate such skills, because it was her guidance early on that prepared me for the sex Ellen and I now share.
—Mr. K.F., St. Petersburg, Florida