GARY HOLMES
Ah, the blow job. Breathes there a man who doesn’t relish the sight and feel of his cock disappearing into a woman’s warm mouth, putting himself completely under her control until he spills his creamy load down her sleek throat? I doubt it. For me, getting sucked off by a woman whose expertise matches her enthusiasm has always been a special pleasure. It wasn’t until Arianne entered my life, however, that I discovered how extraordinarily pleasurable and satisfying a blow job could be when administered by a woman with an absolute passion for the act.
Arianne and I met when we were graduate students at a local college outside Miami. Everyone on campus thought of her as a real hot number. Raven haired, tanned and tall with a voluptuous body, she cut an impressive figure. Of French and Greek origins, fluent in not only those languages but also German and Italian, she lent a touch of class to our surroundings. She was working toward a master’s in linguistics while I was studying comparative literature; our academic paths crossed in a seminar on Greek and Roman poetry entitled The Literature of Metamorphosis.
At the seminar table that first class, I could not take my eyes off her. When she spoke, I took in the way Arianne’s breasts rose provocatively beneath her white V-neck T-shirt as her hands fluttered through the air, nervously but authoritatively underlining her points. Her mouth, lipsticked in coral, drew my attention, and I caught flashes of a fetching pink tongue dancing between her teeth, which left me spellbound.
The next evening, quite by chance, I ran into Arianne on the beach near where she lived. I’d just left a bar right as Arianne was saying good-bye to a friend on the street. It was a balmy night, and Arianne and I fell right in step with each other, walking in the direction of the beach, each happy to have the company. We sat down on a bench on the low-hung boardwalk and looked out to the sea.
It was a magical night. Arianne and I forgot that we’d only met for the first time the previous afternoon. She spoke about how the beach reminded her of her grandfather’s house in the Greek Isles. She looked beautiful in the dim moonlight, and I told her so. She glanced away, then looked at me again with bold resolve. “Maybe the Romans were right,” she finally responded. “The body does affect the mind. Since yesterday, I haven’t been able to think about anything but being with you.” I bent low and kissed her hand, breathing in the earthy scent of her flesh. “Please come home with me tonight,” Arianne murmured.
We walked to her building with its white exterior that made me feel like we really could have been in the Greek Isles. Her cool, dimly lit apartment, swept by the odor of the sea, swallowed us up, and I forgot all about the outside world. Seating us on a black leather recliner, Arianne brushed her soft lips against mine, accepting my eager kisses. My hands roamed her body, and as I felt for the soft curves of her breasts, I could feel an unmistakable metamorphosis taking place in my cock. As Arianne’s slender hands touched me, she noticed as well, and slid to her knees in front of me.
She lowered her head over my lap and kissed my ever-growing cock through my jeans. With her elegant hand, she unzipped my fly and drew out my cock, nuzzling it with her face, flicking her tongue over the shaft, feeling up and down its contour and length. Then she began to lick me in earnest, her dark, silky hair tumbling over my groin, obscuring my view of the actions of her mouth.
The sensation of having this beautiful woman’s tongue, eager and wet, working its way up and down my cock was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I began to gratefully stroke her head. Sweeping back her hair with one hand, I could watch Arianne as she slipped her satiny lips over the head of my penis and nibbled at its top. Then she abruptly slid my entire cock into her velvety mouth, straining to swallow it whole. With her tongue working on the sides of my hard-on, and my shaft bulging in her mouth, Arianne sucked with wholehearted concentration. I exploded in a sudden violent burst, crying out her name as I came. She gulped down every drop of hot white cream my cock could generate as I grasped her shoulders through her silky blouse.
“Now, what would you like, Arianne?” I questioned, drawing her into my lap and pulling her toward me for a kiss.
“I’ll have to think about that,” she answered, “but we’re going to have to wait for another time. You have to go now. I have an early class tomorrow.”
From there, our relationship really took off. Arianne made it clear that she was a devotee of the blow job. Although her pussy—wet, pink and wondrously sensitive to the thrust of my penis—was certainly attractive, we fucked only rarely. It seemed as if we were enjoying oral sex more than regular intercourse. Arianne constantly amazed me as she led me through the pleasurable repertoire of her mouth; often I fingered her clit at the same time. Sometimes we’d end up entangled in a sixty-nine position, and I’d get a taste of her delicious pussy. I was happy to follow in whatever direction she led me.
One night we went out for dinner to a swanky restaurant. The food was spicy and the wine was plentiful, putting us both in a great mood. When we were finishing with some rich Spanish coffee and dessert, Arianne put down her cup without warning and requested to be taken home. Bewildered, I agreed, but understood her true motive when I saw the hungry look in her eyes. The urgency beneath her smile sent a signal to my groin, and immediately my cock was standing at attention. We quickly paid our bill and left. In the cab I tongued her ear and neck all the way home while she ran her fingers over my groin, kneading my balls and bringing my cock to an impossible hardness.
By the time we got upstairs, I was on fire. Arianne said she was going to change into something more comfortable, so I sat in the bedroom by myself, waiting for her to join me. When she finally entered the room, she was completely naked, her lithe legs smooth and dark, her ebony hair cascading down over her delightfully rounded breasts, her pussy peeping out from under a tuft of thick black hair. Her full red lips were parted, trembling in anticipation of receiving my hard-on.
“Was it worth the wait?” she cooed. Before I could answer she was on her knees, sweeping the hair back from her face, pulling down my fly and tenderly drawing out my stiffening member.
Kissing my penis once on the head, she then rubbed her breasts against my now-hard cock. Soon she brought her lips back down to my shaft and stroked it with her mouth, moving her head slowly from side to side. My cock grew larger, crowding her cheeks while she grasped my penis at the base as though she were trying to delay the flow of my come that was threatening to burst forth. Her efforts were in vain—it wasn’t long before my cock surrendered to her mouth’s onslaught, the smooth, white cream firing deep down her throat.
Playfully, Arianne let some of my come trickle over her lower lip, then looked up to let me see my seed streaming over her lips and chin. She looked beautiful, both submissive and dangerous at once. “I love listening to you moan,” she purred warmly, her head resting on my thigh, the semen glistening on her lips as she spoke.
No two oral lovemaking sessions are ever the same with us. Sometimes Arianne sucks me long and hard, purposely prolonging the moment before she will let me come, releasing the pressure at just the second I am ready to burst. More often she wolfs me down, hungry and passionate, licking her lips to eat up every drop of my load. There was one particular morning, however, that stands out as being especially memorable.
I was fast asleep in Arianne’s bed. At first I thought what I heard was the sea gently lapping at the bedroom walls, as though the apartment were a shell and I the oyster inside. As I began to slowly emerge from the cocoon of sleep, I became aware that the lapping was actually Arianne licking my balls, slowly and lovingly, her tongue pressing into the soft texture of my testicles and the already-hardened root of my cock.
“Good morning,” Arianne murmured between strokes of that pussy-pink tongue I knew so well, a tongue that was now bringing me back to wakefulness and immediate passion. I opened my eyes and saw the ocean, barely lit by the newly risen sun, gleaming to the horizon outside the bedroom window. It was then that my lovely sea goddess enveloped my half-risen cock with her heavenly mouth. I looked down to see her sprawled over my groin in all her beauty, sucking on my rod, pressing it against the soft interior of her cheeks. Her hands slid under my ass, the nails digging into the skin that sloped toward my anus, forcing me to jerk up to escape her fingers and driving my cock farther into her mouth and down her moist throat.
Her whole head bobbed up and down as she rode my cock, her temperature rising so that she broke into a sweat. I felt my lava slowly rise, gradually gaining force as she expertly guided the intensity, stoking the fire but not yet letting it flame out of control.
Passion was still rising in me as she loosened her hands from my ass and for a few moments lovingly cupped my balls, kneeling over me in order to maneuver herself into the position she wanted. Her mouth remained on my cock as she situated herself so that her pussy was directly above my mouth. Breathing in her musky odor, I delighted in the luscious pink sex that was presenting itself to me, to do with as I liked. I darted my tongue out, taking a tentative taste as though this were a strange new treat and not Arianne’s familiar cunt. Inspired, I began lapping along her folds, searching for her clit, which I knew was carefully hidden there. When I found her tender bud, it hardened underneath my tongue as she writhed and gasped above me.
I continued my actions on her pussy as she began to moan, her body bucking against mine. The vibrations from her mouth hummed against my cock, intensifying the sensations I was already feeling. We were caught in a cycle—our reactions spurring each other’s actions, our moans mixing in the morning air, until finally it seemed as though our passion couldn’t get any more intense. When I thought I couldn’t take any more, Arianne cried out, her mouth slipping off my cock as her body succumbed to the sweet force of her orgasm.
Barely missing a beat, Arianne once again engulfed my cock with her mouth. She sucked me hungrily as her pussy quivered over my face with the last tremors of her climax. I was unable to hold back any longer and felt myself losing it. Arianne made me feel as if she were going to deep-throat all of me, eat me up, inside and out, until nothing was left and I was part of her. Our bodies shook under the force of our mutual pleasure. The beautiful morning light draped us in its warm glow as we found our way into each other’s arms, drifting back into a deep sleep.
I never feel so sexy as when I am thinking about the way my darling Arianne pleasures me with her mouth, and I am always more than happy to return the favor. At the same time, I’m at her mercy when she holds my manhood between her teeth and makes me a part of herself. Graduate studies have turned out to be more rewarding than I ever expected, and I am learning as much out of the classroom as I am learning in it.