Jane

We were 19. Jane was my favorite lover at the time - a pretty face with round cheeks and a mouth slightly upturned at the corners, bright blue eyes, a mop of short blonde hair, and a lean body made for dancing. In summer, she'd wear dangerously short cutoffs and tank tops, her pert little nipples constantly poking through as an invitation to my mouth.

She was the first girl to make me cum with her mouth. Prior to her was an array of naive high school blowjobs, novel at best, but mostly dull prelude to the pure rhythmic fucking that made high school so great. By the time I made Jane, I had come to the conclusion that fellatio simply wasn't my thing - my cock wasn't built for it, didn't respond to it, needed a wet cunt or an eager hand. I loved Jane's cunt and her talented hands, but when I told her about my lack of enthusiasm for having my cock sucked, she gasped slightly.

"You're kidding," she said.

"Nope."

She looked me over slowly. "Because it's one of my favorite things."

"Really?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Really," she replied, smiling mischievously.

She took me by the hand and sat me in an armchair, then dropped to her knees and lowered her face to my lap. She pressed her mouth against my jeans, and blew soft, warm air against my already-swelling cock. Her eyes were blue-white, like lightning across a clear sky. When she could tell I was rock-hard with anticipation, she unbuckled my belt and tugged my jeans down, my springing out.

I had never met a girl so eager to have my cock in her mouth. Jane took it between her lips, her mouth a slick, warm, wet tunnel engulfing my shaft. She moaned slightly, and I could feel the vibration in every vein, every nerve-ending. My hips instinctively tightened, and I let out a slight moan as she began to bob her face onto my cock. It was the most natural thing in the world to pump my hips in unison with her mouth, my cock sliding in and out of her. When she came up for a breath and wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking it hard and fast, I began to shudder and moan openly.

But still, in spite of her obvious talent, an orgasm was far away for me. It was an orientation thing - I just wasn't used to be pleasured this way. In future sessions I'd cum in no time, but on this maiden voyage my pleasure kept building then receding, like a tide or a desert mirage.

The great advantage to this was that I got to experience the full range of her talents. She twisted her hand as she bobbed her mouth onto me. She cupped my balls, massaging the cum out of them as she flicked her tongue against my cockhead. She moaned with the head of my cock in her throat, her beautiful watery eyes locked on mine. It was as if she were tuning me, tuning my cock like an instrument, bringing it into harmony with her mouth until every millimeter of it hummed for her, swelled and vibrated for her.

What finally did it was a simple thought, one I had never had before. I closed my eyes, every inch of me shaking with pleasure. Her mouth was locked around the top of my cock, her hand furiously stroking the shaft. It reminded me of self-pleasure, and I thought, this is like really incredible masturbation. Jane is my sextoy. My fucktoy.

That was it for me. I gripped her hair in my fist, and she began to whimper with my cock in her mouth. My balls tensed in her hand. Somewhere deep in my head, I heard distant birds or bells. Everything became about my cock, my pulsing, thickening cock, and that gorgeous wet little mouth surrounding it. My face twisted with pleasure, my hips thrusting forward as the first thick sticky rope of my cum shot straight down her throat. She moaned and stroked me, my shaft jerking against her tongue as I emptied my balls into her. I had to take her hand and stop its movement, the sensation was so deliciously painful. I opened my eyes and looked down to see my cum overflowing, dripping from the corners of her Mona Lisa mouth.

She sat up and licked the corners of her mouth, then leaned down and licked my cock clean. "What did you think?" She asked.

"Again, please," I said.