Another lifetime ago, I was blessed to be in a relationship with an enlightened sexual vixen that helped break me out of the confines of my structured traditional upbringing to explore new terrain in my sexuality. That, and she loved to suck my cock. Really, her oral fixation was what singularly unbound me from a number of sexual fears and associations I had, and helped me find new arenas of pleasure.
I should start at the beginning. When I first met Laura I was immediately drawn to her by her beauty, playfulness, and sexual energy. She would find ways within our conversation and interactions to insert teasing sexual innuendo that sent blood rushing to my loins at its unexpected provocativeness. She was lush and beautiful...full red lips, dark brown ringlets, big blue eyes, milky white skin, and lots of curves. Oh those curves. She had a trim fit waist that flared out to full hips and round firm thighs and ass. Her breasts were easily a D cup, and sometimes a DD depending on where she was in her cycle, and she knew how to use them. I still can get rock hard in about 10 seconds in remembrance of how she would occasionally take breaks from sucking my cock to wrap those beautiful warm milky globes around my shaft and balls and massage them until her breasts glistened with the saliva and pre-cum from my dick. A beautiful image.
Although we had lots of sex lots of different ways, Laura's favorite thing was to orally pleasure me. Sucking my cock, licking my balls, and rooting around on my taint like a pig searching for a truffle. She preferred nothing to gobbling my cock and bringing me to intense ecstasy. Laura was mischievous about it too, she would climb under the desk while I was on the phone and unzip me, and playfully pleasure me while I tried in vain to continue whatever conversation I had going. She'd bend over in the car while cruising down the highway and blow my mind with a passionate leisurely BJ while I tried not to drive off the road. We'd be in a friend's house waiting to go out to dinner, and the friend would go to another part of their house to do some activity like change their clothes, and in the middle of their living room she'd drop to her knees, pull me out of my pants, and teasingly suck me until I was rock hard before tucking me back into my pants with a playful smile while saying "sorry, I just had to!"
Over time we shared a lot of our sexual fantasies with each other, mostly mine in the beginning. I'd had a fairly repressive sexual upbringing, and Laura seemed to feel it was her job to help me talk and experience my way out of it. She was up for any fantasy I wanted to live out, including bringing other women into our relationship. Her oral skills easily transferring to eating pussy, and I can still remember the cries of ecstasy of other women with Laura's head squeezed between their thighs. To date my excellent cunnilingus skills are owed to watching my girlfriend eat other women out.
While I've always loved having my dick sucked, being with Laura took me to new heights of pleasure and obsession on that front. I loved watching her work away at my thick cock, and the passion and lust she brought to the task. One day after she blew my mind and I'd had a particularly intense orgasm, and she was continuing to suck my shaft dry of every drop, she looked up and said "I wish you could experience this."
"Experience what?" I asked, sort of confused and sated in my post-orgasm stupor.
"Sucking a cock," she replied with a mischievous glint in her big blue eyes, punctuating her comment with a long leisurely lick from balls to swollen head.
"For real?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She often said things just to get a rise out of me, and I couldn't tell if she were joking.
"Absolutely," she nodded. "Sucking a cock is one of the great pleasures of human existence. The warmth of it, the smells, the feel of the silky hot shaft on your tongue. The velvety softness of the head passing over your lips and down your throat. The fragile sensitivity and heat of the balls. I love it. I love the power of doing it. I love how it makes the man feel."
"Well, I'm glad of that," I replied with a chuckle. "I benefit from that. But does that necessarily mean I should suck a cock?"
"I think you should try it," she said as she gave my balls a squeeze. "Then if you don't like it you'll at least know. But I think it's lame of you to NOT do it just because you think society would think it was wrong. Why is it OK for women to love sucking cock, or even pretend to love sucking cock, but that a man shouldn't even think about sucking a cock without feeling guilty?"
"Well, to be honest, I HAVE thought about it before," I admitted. "I just, I don't know, I just prefer women."
"I'm glad you do!" she smiled. "But that doesn't mean you can't try something new. It would be liberating for you. Plus, it would be so fucking hot to watch you suck off another guy."
"Really?" I asked, a bit surprised. "Is that a fantasy of yours?"
"Yes," she nodded, "it actually is. Just the thought of it is making me wet." She slid up my body and guided my hand between her legs for confirmation. She was sopping wet. I grabbed her and flipped her on her back, and spent the next 10 minutes teasing and licking her until she screamed and shuddered in orgasm.
"God, that was hot," she said breathlessly at the end. "I kept thinking of you daring to try it. You'd be hesitant at first, but then you'd get lustful and be overwhelmed by the experience, and would suck his balls and shaft until he came on your face and in your mouth. Oh my God," she shuddered again.
We really didn't talk about it again for a couple of weeks, and went back to our normal lives and sexual routines. Then one day out she brought it up again with the nonchalance of an everyday conversation.
"Have you thought any more about it?" she asked.
"About what?" I asked, genuinely perplexed.
"About our conversation. About you being with another man," she replied.
"Maybe, kind of, not really," I lied. I actually had thought about it quite a bit. I had thought about it every time I looked down at her sucking my cock, seeing her passion and pleasure, and wondered what it would be like to feel that myself.
"Fine," she got a bit angry. "I've indulged you in every fantasy you've ever brought up, but I share with you my one big fantasy and you don't even bother to think about it."