Jennifer loved sucking cock. It wasn't just that she liked it, or that she willingly tolerated it as did some of her friends. She truly loved everything about it, from the first entry of the hot spongy cock-head into her eager mouth, to the musky smell of the hairy balls, to the final explosion of salty cum across her tongue and down her throat.
She first began to suspect that her pleasure might be abnormal when she discussed it with her college roommate Cathy. As they lay in their dorm room beds one Friday night after they had both returned from dates Cathy brought up the subject hesitantly.
"Did you and Mark, uh, DO IT tonight?" she whispered.
Jennifer sighed. She had been about to drift off, hoping to dream about the pleasure she had just enjoyed when Mark had jetted his copious load into her mouth in the parking lot. Plus, she was pretty sure that Cathy was playing with herself under the blankets, trying to get some relief after another unsatisfactory episode with her own boyfriend.
"I didn't let him fuck me, if that's what you mean," Jennifer whispered back. "But I did suck him off in his car so he didn't suffer all night."
"Yuckie," Cathy said. "I'd rather let them fuck me if I have to do something for them. But it leaves me so frustrated I can barely stand it. Jason can't hardly last long enough to get it all the way in before he cums, and it doesn't occur to him that I may have to go to bed horny."
"So why don't you get him to eat your pussy, if that's what you need," Jennifer suggested.
"Well, if I asked him to do that he would want me to suck him too," Cathy said. "And the first time I did that he came all over my face and I barely made it to the bathroom before I threw up. Then I had a big cum stain on my best silk blouse, and wads of cum in my hair which I had to wash twice before I could go to bed. It was awful. I decided right then that I would never do THAT again."
Jennifer considered this silently for a moment. The conversation was beginning to make her uncomfortable. If she revealed to Cathy her own guilty pleasure in the act that Cathy clearly abhorred, would she be labeling herself as some kind of pervert? Or was it Cathy who was abnormal?
"Maybe if you sucked him off before he fucked you he would last longer," Jennifer remarked. "And the obvious solution to the mess is to just swallow his load before it gets all over you."
Cathy gagged audibly, although the squishy sounds of her busy finger in her pussy barely abated. "It might be a mood-breaker when I puked all over him," she said dryly. "Do you REALLY let him cum in your mouth? How can you stand it?"
Jennifer not only allowed it. She insisted on it. Some boys, apparently wanting to be considerate, tried to pull out of her mouth before cumming, and she had learned to hold their balls firmly as they approached their climax to prevent them from wasting the hot load she craved. If they tried to pull away, a gentle squeeze and insistent moan invariably changed their minds about pulling away at the last minute.
"It's not so bad when you get used to it," Jennifer lied. It not only wasn't "so bad" in her opinion, it was her most very favorite thing. The first watery spurt never failed to make her pussy clench deep inside her. And the second thick surge across her tonsils and down her throat invariably triggered her own delicious orgasm which ravaged her whole slender body with pleasure and left her panties sopping wet.
"I'll NEVER get used to that," Cathy declared peevishly. All this talk about disgusting cock-sucking was making it difficult for her to satisfy herself. "I need a big fat cock in my pussy for a long time before I can even think about cumming myself. And none of them last long enough to satisfy me. I always end up having to finish myself off later. And, really, I could do that without wasting time with all their fumbling around."
Jennifer considered this silently for a few moments as the squishy noises from Cathy's bed continued. Thinking about all of this was making her horny as well, and her fingers strayed to her own pussy which was still soaking wet from her last orgasm.
"I really think you are denying yourself a harmless pleasure," Jennifer said finally. "You need to adjust your attitude or you are in for a lifetime of frustration."
"Oh really," Cathy said sarcastically. "You think everything would be better for me if I became a cum junkie."
"I do think so," Jennifer said. "It's never hard to persuade a guy to let you suck him off. Once his cock is in your mouth you have absolute control over him. If you want your pussy licked, all you have to do is change positions and push it right into his face as you continue to suck him. You can control when he cums easily enough to make sure you get off too before he runs out of juice. If you are squeamish about him cumming in your mouth, just stop in time for him to switch around and shoot his load into your pussy."
"Sounds awfully complicated to me," Cathy gasped. She was no longer trying to conceal her activities, and the discussion was becoming more erotic in her mind. Jennifer glanced over at her across the dim room, and saw that Cathy had kicked the blanket and sheet away from her nude body and was openly massaging her wet pussy with both hands, her hips straining upwards as she approached her release.
Jennifer squirmed uncomfortably. Her pleasure in her last orgasm was becoming a distant memory, and she knew she would have to cum again if she wanted to get a decent night's sleep. She thought of Cathy's pussy, undoubtedly now leaking a mixture of her sweet girly nectar and the salty load that had been injected into her earlier, and licked her lips. She wished she dared suggest a vigorous round of sixty-nine to satisfy them both, but suspected that Cathy would be as disgusted by this as she apparently was by the thought of sucking cock.
"Probably I could show you some things," Jennifer said thoughtfully. "It might help you..."
"Sure," Cathy snorted. "You could just get Mark up here and convince him to let me watch while you suck him off."
"We don't need Mark," Jennifer said. "I could get a willing victim in here within 5 minutes if you want."
Cathy giggled breathlessly. "Sure you could," she teased. "Want to bet on that? I'll take some of that action."
Jennifer's mind worked furiously. "What kind of bet did you have in mind?" she asked.
"Lets say that if you can do that, I'll eat your pussy on the quad at noon," Cathy laughed. "And give you half an hour to draw a crowd.
Jennifer's heart leaped in her chest and she nearly came right there. She hastily pulled her questing fingers away from her clit and sat up in bed.
"I'd settle for turn-about," Jennifer said. "I'll get the guy and you can watch me suck him off. Then I get to watch you fuck him."
Cathy paused her self-abuse in surprise. "You mean it?" she whispered huskily. "Sure! I always wanted to see how someone else did it."
"Don't move," Jennifer declared. "I'll be right back. And quit playing with yourself. You're about to get fucked."
Cathy giggled nervously and pulled her sheet back across her naked body.
"Leave the sheet off," Jennifer told her firmly. "I want him to see you lying there hot and horny when he comes in."
Jennifer hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom where she donned a short night gown and quickly combed her long blond hair. She then slipped out of the dimly lit room into the hall, which was deserted at that time of night. Damn. This might not be so easy after all. She went to the stairway which led to the boy's dorm floor above and eased open the door, careful not to alert the floor monitor.
As she peeked around the edge of the door she found herself face-to-face with a startled boy carrying an arm-load of books, which he promptly dropped. She knelt to help him gather his scattered books, and noted his red-faced embarrassment as he tried to avoid staring down the gap in her gown at her firm breasts.
"Sorry to scare you that way," she whispered.
"No problem," he muttered, blushing even more deeply. "I was just getting back from the library, and I wasn't expecting...."
Jennifer smiled. She had been hoping that he was not just returning from a date during which he had drained his load into a willing partner. Perfect.
"The problem is all mine, I'm afraid," she told him. "My roommate and I have a project going and we really desperately need some help. I hate to ask, but do you think you could, maybe, come in for just a few minutes?"
He squinted at her suspiciously. Was this some practical joke designed to embarrass him?
"You know guys are not allowed on this floor after ten," he told her sternly. "We could both get into a lot of trouble."
Jennifer stood and stretched to give him a good look at her petite body, and judging by the instant bulge in his jeans he liked what he saw.