Surveys by Dr. Kinsey and other psychologists have reported that one woman in ten lists fellatio as her favorite sexual act. Three percent achieve orgasm that way. Whether it be the snuggly intimacy of make out session with a man's most masculine component or the wanton anonymity of a quickly unzipped licking frenzy with a creamy consummation, when the horny bug bites, these women simply
need
to suck a cock. Happy are the lucky men who know them.
Lithe and lovely, sexy, smart Caroline Jamison punched down on the accelerator of her Jaguar convertible and shot onto the interstate heading east. The wind whipped her short, strawberry blonde tresses in merry disarray and caused her mini skirt to dance happily across her golden thighs. She tingled all over.
Thirty-six is a marvelous age to be a divorcee,
she thought as she raced along the highway. She was extremely excited about her noontime rendezvous, a first of a kind in its way. She was meeting someone for a blowjob but that was hardly unique. That he was only half her age was.
Hard young cock!
she thought lustily, her taut nipples poking ardently against her sleeveless silken blouse. Carrie steered her car left-handedly while she raked the fingernails of her right lightly along her bare inner thigh. Pushing her short skirt even higher, she teased her swollen nether lips, hidden all morning behind pastel blue, lacy nylon thong panties. Hidden, but hardly unnoticed as they pursed and quivered every time her brain took up the notion of her planned midday meal.
Suzanne Wetherington had first suggested eighteen-year-old Matt when Carrie had complained of ennui with the "men in her life." Suzanne had been fucking Matt for several months herself and he was easily the most sexually exciting man on her rather full social calendar.
"How's the cock sucking going?" Suzanne had asked over drinks causing both women to crack up with laughter. Years earlier, the two had been teaching colleagues and became close friends when Suzanne testified on Carrie's behalf when Carrie divorced. It was then Suzanne learned of Carrie's penchant for administering oral relief.
"Some are better than others," Carrie answered with a funk in her tone.
I've got two words for you," Carrie's friend replied. "Young cock."
Sweet young cum!"
Carrie thought and visibly shivered as she remembered Suzanne's description of the young stud to whose door she now sped. "He'll give your mouth a really nice ride," is what the school official told Carrie.
* ~ *
Carrie had her husband to thank for her love of sucking cock but it took a divorce to make her realize it. His boorish insistence on receiving frequent oral sex, often with little or nothing for her in return didn't augur well for the creation of a budding fellatrix. For most of the eight years they were married, giving her husband a blowjob was something she felt more obliged than excited to do. It wasn't until the last year that he did something that changed her attitude completely.
Carrie met Dana Jamison as a student teacher. Demure by nurture, she arrived at her college senior year student teaching assignment as a near virgin. Dana was department head, good looking, highly successful baseball coach, divorced, and twelve years her senior. Respected more than liked, he was also enjoying a fling with another member of the department (the self-same Suzanne Wetherington Carrie now considered a friend). Dana was the ultimate guy and Carrie became infatuated with him almost immediately. They married fourteen months later.
After seven years of marriage, Carrie's life took and unexpected and irreversible turn. A colleague from school had joined Dana for a night of alcohol-fueled playoffs viewing. Carrie's husband frequently used their home as his personal sports bar. He also had the annoying and embarrassing habit of telling his guest what a fabulous fellatrix his wife was.
This night was different from the others, however. Their drunken caller refused to take Dana's declaration at face value.
"Bullshit Dana, she doesn't look like she even knows how to suck dick."
"Like hell she don't!" Dana thundered, like he was defending his wife's honor rather than abasing it. "Carrie, come over here. I want you to show this jackass I know what I'm talking about."
Something in Carrie, besides considerable wine, made her want to support her husband. Moving between Dana's thighs, she sank to her knees. She brought her hands to his thighs and massaged him briefly before lowering his zipper.
"Oh shit!" exclaimed their visitor, "Is she really going to do it, Dana?"
"Damn right she'll do it!"
Carrie did it all right, and found herself excited by the appreciative moans and comments of twice as many men as normal. Although all the other man did was watch, she knew she was completely controlling both men with her mouth. It was an exhilarating sensation.
Dana's demands that she perform in front of his friends became increasingly frequent. Carrie feigned reluctance in front of the men and in private, told her husband she disliked doing it because she didn't want to be considered a slut. Her confession seemed only to encourage her husband.
Finally, one evening Dana invited a new staff member over to the house. He was fresh out of college, a few years younger than Carrie, and as hot as they get. The female teachers were abuzz for weeks. When Dana told her he had invited Shawn over to watch Friday night's game, Carrie protested vigorously if fraudulently.
"You're not going to make me do that thing are you?" Carrie asked with pleading eyes.
"What thing?" Dana asked like he didn't know exactly what his wife was talking about.
"You know."
"No, I don't," Dana answered disingenuously.
"That thing where you make me do what you like," Carrie continued, secretly enjoying the fact that she was discussing performing a blowjob in front of a cute stranger.
"Spell it the fuck out, Carrie, I don't have time for your fucking games!" Dana cautioned, showing a growing impatience over his wife's reluctance to admit what she did in plain English.
"Where I suck you while he watches!" Carrie spat with more venom than she felt. "There, I said it. Happy now? Please, Dana, don't make me do that in front of Shawn." Carrie pled her case in reverse psychology.
"What's so special about him? It never seemed to bother you that much before."
Carried smiled inwardly. If her husband hadn't been thinking about demanding a blowjob before, he sure was now. And Carrie felt her pussy begin to salivate at the thought of it. In the few days between when she learned of the invitation and Shawn's arrival, Carrie felt a frequent need to masturbate from thoughts of having him watch as she sucked her husband off. The process of associating giving a blowjob with her own climax had commenced.
When Shawn showed up, Carrie's sexual squirming began in earnest. Her heart fluttered, her face flushed, her stomach turned somersaults, her nipples stiffened and her anus clenched, her vagina pulsed and flooded. She felt an overwhelming desire to dash into the bathroom and finger herself.
Like the other men before him, Shawn had accepted the coach's invitation to an evening of booze and ballgames as much to get closer to his hot wife as for the opportunity to bond with one of the most respected members of the faculty.
As expected, soon after the liquor began taking effect, Dana steered the conversation toward sex in general, and his wife's oral proclivities in particular. Carrie protested but only feebly.
"Honey, you're embarrassing Shawn," she offered, for the first time couching her objection in terms of the other man's feelings rather than her own.
"Nonsense!" blustered Dana, "no guy dislikes hearing about a woman who gives great head. Am I right, Shawn?"
The young hunk stammered briefly trying to think of what to say. He heard the rumors of the shows the coach and his wife had put on for others and he wondered: a) if they were true; and, b) if he'd get to watch Carrie in action himself.
"Well," Shawn finally managed to utter, then, choosing his words carefully so as not to spoil the moment, "I guess it's exciting to hear about, anyway. Especially if the woman is so pretty."
"See, Honey, I told you so. Now why don't you get over here and show him what you can do? Trust me Shawn, it's a lot better than hearing about it."
"Damn you, Dana," Carrie said without conviction. Then smiling directly at their guest, continued, "You don't have to watch if you don't want to Shawn, but he's just going to pester me until I comply, so it's best if I do it now."
On past occasions, Carrie had worn jeans for her exhibitions but had purposefully selected a short skirt for that evening. It showed off her beautiful legs to perfection. As she settled between her husband's legs, she deliberately set her knees widely apart. She wanted Shawn to see what an easy, unobstructed path to her pussy someone might have had he chosen to slide his hand up her inner thigh.
