I grew up in a small town in east Kansas. My obsession with fellatio started way back in the year after I graduated from high school. I worked for a year to get college money and that is when I began to get popular. I started maturing fast and by that summer I had two firm little apple-sized tits that turned heads. I wanted to use them. That’s how it happened that a neighbor of mine taught me the fine art of cocksucking. Johnny was a senior and we used to meet at the library and go riding in his car.
At first, we used to just fool around and experiment with each other’s bodies. I lusted after the hard, firm muscles in his arms and chest, the clean but musky smell of his warm suntanned skin. I covered his chest with kisses and licked lightly over his hard pectorals. And I loved the feeling I got when he played with my tits --- and he loved to play with them! He took a lot of time fondling and sucking them; that’s what made him my favorite date. He was never in a hurry. I’d get all flushed and excited when he slipped a finger into my pussy. He always kept up that heavenly in-and-out motion till I just melted! I’d repay him by stroking his hard cock till he came in my hand.
One summer day he asked me if I wanted to be like the other girls and kiss his dick. Well every girl wants to be accepted by guys so I said, “Sure” and began to kiss it unsure of what I was supposed to do. Soon he was swooning in pleasure and I must admit I was enjoying what I was doing for him. The taste and smell of him was exciting and soon I was wet between my legs!
He told me to take it in my mouth and suck on it. His hand pressed gently on the back of my head and before I knew what to do his dick was entering my inexperienced mouth and that was the very beginning of my cocksucking career.
After that night, I eagerly sucked his cock about twice a week for the entire summer and I really improved my technique with the practice. I learned the essence of cocksucking; that is, guys love it because you are submissive and they feel like victorious warriors or something. I didn’t care; I just loved doing it! The second time I sucked him, he came in my mouth and I loved the taste and feel of swallowing his cum. I longed for the moment he would begin to moan and twist around in the seat and the feeling of his warm, thick cum spurting into my mouth. This was what I was doing it for. I loved the taste of his cum.
When I entered college I was quite an accomplished cocksucker, but I made sure that my reputation didn’t suffer. I was one of the best looking girls around and I was getting asked out on dates by dozens of guys. If the guy didn’t click with me, he didn’t even get to first base but if I liked him a lot, I usually gave in after a token struggle and sucked him off. Then I swore I would never go out with him again if I ever heard that it got around. Naturally, they wanted a return match so most of them kept their mouths shut. About the most I ever heard were some vague rumors and the guys who had actually had had one of my accomplished blowjobs always denied them. Since they tended to be the best looking and most popular guys on campus, they were believed and they got more dates with me.
I never let one of those guys down; I always gave them a great blowjob. I guess you could say that I was addicted to the male member. I just loved the feeling of getting on my knees, taking a half-stiff cock into my mouth and feeling it get hard. I was pretty much in control of those guys but at that moment I always felt a flood of pleasure as I became obedient and submissive. I didn’t have many female friends but I sure had plenty of high-quality dates.
I sucked my way through my four years of college playing it that way, having a ball, literally. After college, I met Fred. Fred was in his last year of dental school. We hit it off right away and soon we were talking about marriage.
Married life with Fred wasn’t what I expected it to be at all. I found it confining to say the least. As it turned out, after two years of marriage Fred admitted to me that he didn’t like oral sex, giving or receiving.
I was stunned! I thought all guys would rather have a blowjob than a fuck! But Fred didn’t care much for sex in any mode. Sometimes weeks went by without him touching me. I used to lie in bed having been rejected by him and craving a hard cock. I remembered my single years as Miss Cocksucker of the Campus and began to yearn for the guys I had known then.
In my fourth year of marriage our first child arrived. I was intent on being a good mother. Then, two years later, my second child was born. Now I had two little ones taking up all my time but something was still missing. I used to stay up at night with a sick feeling in my stomach. I knew what it was, all right; it was sex --- especially the rich, voluptuous oral variety. After our second child was born, Fred lost all interest in me sexually. Now my life was really miserable. I stayed loyal to him for the next year or so. He became a very successful dentist and I was the Dentist’s Wife.
