“Wait, you’ve seriously never given a blowjob? But you aren’t a virgin, right?” I raised my eyebrow at Ella, who was seated on the other side of the couch, her wavy, golden brown hair tied up in a loose, lopsided knot.
She blushed, speaking quietly while Splatterzone Part 4: The Final Beginning blared in the background, “No, I’m not.” The rosy color of her cheeks deepened as she squeezed her thighs together. “But I’ve only been with Ted. And you remember how, uh, religious he was. He said oral sex was how the devil got to you or it wasn’t natural or something…” She trailed off, her attention diverted by another gory kill scene in the schlock we were barely watching.
I met Ella in college and we had been best friends ever since. Now in our mid-twenties, I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. I knew that she had been with Ted for years, but I couldn’t conceal my surprise. “Huh.” I managed as I clicked the volume down a few notches. “And so…what? Now you’re too embarrassed to try?”
She shifted uneasily, her teal yoga shorts riding up her thighs as she folded her feet beneath herself. “Yeah…I’ve been dating more seriously now, you know, and I’m worried about hooking up and just…freezing or fucking it up, I guess.”
I nodded, “I mean, I don’t know how you fuck up a blowjob. You could use your teeth I guess. That would be bad…” My thoughts drifted elsewhere, I found myself visualizing Ella on her knees, sucking some stranger’s throbbing erection for the first time in her life. It occurred to me then that I’d never really fantasized about her. She’d always been more like a sister to me.
Still, I couldn’t stop the words from falling out of my mouth, “Well, you could always practice on me. I could give you some pointers.” I had intended this to come off like ridiculous jokes we always made, but I immediately regretted saying it.
Before I could back-pedal she was brightening up, her striking green eyes studying me intently, “Do you mean it? I think that would actually help a lot, Jay. We could…” She wrapped a loose curl around her finger, playing with it nervously, “Give it a try right now.”
What the fuck? How could that have possibly worked
But my groin was already well ahead of my brain. I felt a rush of blood as my cock twitched against my shorts. She noticed. And I noticed her noticing. Her pink lips curled into a slight grin as she crawled on all fours across the couch. Before I could object, her hand was between my legs, grasping my quickly growing-erection through the fabric of my shorts.
“Ella, I’m not sure this is such a good–” I tried to give her a stern look, but she was already sliding my shorts away from my abdomen. She dug her small, greedy hand inside, pushing beneath my boxer briefs and grasping my now rock-hard erection.
“Ah!” She let out a little squeal when she saw it in full. “You’re big Jay! Ted was way smaller than this…” Her green eyes kept flitting between me and my apparently monstrous cock. Now that she had me between her fingers, I abandoned my uninspired attempts to dissuade her. I was too turned on. Now she would have to suck me off. With almost automatic precision, my hand found its way to the back of her head and pushed gently, encouraging her to lean into my lap.
“Oooh,” she giggled, “I guess this is how it normally starts. Do girls often have trouble, um, fitting you?”
“Yeah, sometimes. But it’ll be good practice for you. If you can take me, then an average cock’ll be easy. You should start by licking me. Long and slow. Lube me up with your spit.”
“Right away, sir.” She said this cheekily, but I found it arousing. I pushed her until her nose was nestled right at my hilt so that I could feel her breathing against my balls. Her wet, red tongue came out and she licked slowly from my base to my bulbous cockhead.
“Give the tip a swirl while you’re up there–it’s the most sensitive part. Suck on it a little. The worst thing you can be is shy.”
“Oh, right. Sure, Jay.” She stretched her lips just enough to take my reddened crown between them and then ran her tongue in circles around it as if lapping at a melting ice cream cone. Her eyes looked up at me, searching my face for an indication of approval. But I was preoccupied with something else. Ella’s petite body was on the couch, her knees tucked under her stomach, pushing her ass pleasantly into the air.
I had never really thought about it before, but she had a helluva peach, especially in her teal yoga shorts–stretched to near translucence by the way she was positioned. I found myself palming one of her ass cheeks, gripping it tightly along its underside as she began to moan around my cock.
“Take off your shorts,” I instructed. “Guys love to see their girl’s bare ass swaying back and forth while they get sucked off.”
“Mhm,” she nodded, her mouth still preoccupied. She obediently slid her stretchy shorts down, letting them rest between her folded knees. I could see she was wearing a pink lace thong and–for some reason–the thought of my best friend prancing about in this kind of underwear turned me on immensely. My cock twitched against the roof of her mouth.
“Oh!” She exclaimed, “You moved.” Her voice was slightly muffled as she spoke around me, but I could make out what she said well enough to respond.
“Yes. Because seeing your ass turned me on more. Another pump of blood running through my cock.”
“Cock,” she repeated percussively, now holding my slick manhood against her cheek, “I like that word.”
“Alright, get on the floor now, between my legs. It’s time to get into it properly.”
She giggled again as she slid off the couch and nuzzled between my thighs. She held my cock in her hand, her wrist resting against my balls as she extended her middle finger in an attempt to measure me.
“Ha, I’m bigger than that,” I teased as I took my erection and pounded it against her rosy cheek.
She smiled as a strand of precum broke across the bridge of her nose. “Oh, does it turn you on to use my face like that?”
“Of course. If you need to catch your breath or rest your jaw, you should pound whomever’s cock you’re sucking against your cheek or forehead or lips. It keeps it stimulated and it’s hot as fuck. Or you can stroke it–obviously. You just wanna make sure you’re keeping it going, y’know?”
“Like this?” She grabbed hold of my shaft and took over, pounding my engorged crown against her cheekbone.
“Mhm.”
“Those are exactly the kind of tips I need. I guess you’ve gotten your dick sucked enough to know what you like, hm?”
“Pretty much. But I also like it pretty rough. Not everyone is into that.”
“Oh?” She looked up at me curiously. Her mouth opened to take me back inside, but first, she finished her thought, “Ted was only into, um, missionary, I guess. So I don’t have much experience with rough sex…” She closed her lips around my cock again, this time pushing past my head and slobbering along my shaft.
“I’ll show you. At least a little. I actually don’t think I can come if I’m not getting a little rough.” My hand ran along the nape of her neck, pushing, encouraging her to take me deeper, to challenge herself. She obliged, swallowing almost half of my cock before I felt her push back. I let her take a warm and inviting breath against my spit-slick cock.
“Well, I definitely want you to come. I can tell this is going to be a challenge, though, you were already hitting my gag reflex there…”
“You just need a little push.” I shoved her back onto my cock, forcing her to gag against me this time as she pushed slightly past the spit ring she’d left. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it. Another tip: dudes love it when you’re noisy. Gag, choke, sputter, moan.” I held her in place until her fingers began to dig into my bare thighs, begging for release.
“*Phew*!” she exhaled as I released her. “That’s intense.” Ella was getting better, rather than let my cock hang lazily between dives, she was lapping at it with her tongue and sucking on the tip.
“Wait,” I observed while she suckled noisily, “so you’ve never tasted cum, right?”
She nodded, her topknot bouncing while her tongue lashed against my frenulum–my thighs flexed from the sensitivity. “Well, dudes love it when you swallow their load. It’s like, a sign of acceptance, you know? I want to know that you want to taste me. I mean, I love eating pussy too and you can drip all you want down my face…” I cracked a sly grin as she looked up at me, her slightly puzzled face indicating that she may have never enjoyed the splendors of cunnilingus.
“Okay, now go deeper.” Spit was dripping down Ella’s chin and a few strands had already broken onto her shirt, making small damp spots. “And don’t be afraid to get sloppy, okay? It’s not like I want you to look like a perfect princess while you’re choking on my cock, you know? I want you to look like a slut.”
I pushed her into my groin again, this time much harder. I felt my cock slam against the ridged roof of her mouth and then slide into her throat. It was tight and warm and wet and I knew I’d come soon. There was just something about having Ella–someone I’d only ever seen as a friend–on her knees gagging on my cock that was an enormous mental turn-on. Even if she had a lot of work to do before she was actually able to deepthroat, I was so fucking turned on that I knew I was going to blow any second.
Her hands slid around to grab my ass as she slowly moved her head back and forth, trying to work me further down her throat. She got as far as she could, about two-thirds of the way down my length and I could tell how much she was struggling. Her grip tightened as she stuck her tongue out, licking the underside of my shaft as she tried to fit more of me into her throat.
I grabbed hold of her topknot and directed her eyes up to me, “I’m really close. Can I finish on your face?”
She squeezed her eyes tight, a tear running down one as she tried to hold me in. She nodded eagerly, looking up at me in anticipation. I pulled her off me and then pushed her down just in time for her eyebrow to catch the first white splatter of cum. My cock twitched again as I painted a long line from her nostril up to her hairline. Another twitch and I shot a hot rope along her jawline that ended at her earlobe.
Still cumming, I shoved myself back into her mouth, pumping out two more ropes down her throat. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, Ella, fucking take it.”
She lapped and sucked at me greedily, her lips forming a vacuum around my dick as she tried to drain every bit of sperm from my balls. I convulsed from the sensitivity as I began to soften, my hands grabbing both sides of her head and holding her in place until I could cool down.
“Damn, that was pretty fucking great,” I noted as I slowly slipped free.
“I did a good job?” She looked up inquisitively, her face sticky with my semen.
“You could definitely use some more training if you’re ever going to deepthroat, but that was a great start.”
She grinned, her finger catching a bead of sperm that was about to drop from her chin. “Okay, Jay, you can be my oral coach!”
I laughed, “Sure, Ella, I’ll come on your face whenever you want.”
