The Freyja Club Ch. 23

I needed a job. Not for the money, I had enough that I would never be in want, but I needed a purpose in life besides occupying one of the three billion positions of a citizen of the world.

I had experience as a secretary, so that's how I now found myself sitting in the Canadian Embassy in Washington D.C. looking at a job application form. I had already filled in much of the normal information and I had come to the section entitled 'experience.' but my mind was having fun at my expense.

As I looked out the window, I had an unobstructed view of the U.S. Capitol. The Canadian Embassy is the first building on Pennsylvania Avenue outside of the Capitol grounds and I was here because, as a Canadian National, I didn't need a 'green card' to work in the Embassy of my own country.

My mind was urging me to write in this section... 'oral slut.' While it was true, I hesitated to write that on the form in front of me. Of course, I did remember that for two hours the previous evening, I had gone alone to a place called The Freyja Club on P Street in Georgetown. While there, I had disrobed, and like every other woman, entered the club completely naked.

The Freyja Club has a very exclusive clientele, and how I came to be a member, I will discuss later. In any event, I soon found myself in a large room, where eight other women plus myself sat in chairs and sucked the cocks of some male members while others watched from the side.

I generally do this twice a week and last night, I sucked five men to completion one after the other; each ejaculating their delicious semen into my welcoming mouth. Most of them I have had an oral relationship with for some time, and I was beginning to be able to identify individuals by the differences in the flavor of their cum. I did welcome one 'newbie,' and I enjoyed the variety that he provided.

One day a week, I reserve myself for my female friends at the club. My mouth salivates for wet pussies as much as for hard cocks and I will joyfully press my mouth against their moist slits and tongue their throbbing clits until I taste their unique orgasmic spendings.

Exactly why I thirst for the opportunity to bury my face into the genitals of both sexes is somewhat of a mystery, even to me. But I do, and I have lost any shame about my fetish if I ever had any.

It was my friend Barry who was responsible for introducing me to the 'oral arts.' We were classmates at Laval University in my hometown of Quebec City. Canada. Barry was more of a friend than a 'boyfriend,' but we talked often and openly about all kinds of subjects, including sex.

One day, I admitted my girlish ignorance of the male body in general and men's genitals in particular. Some of my girlfriends had told me about 'blowjobs,' and I had all kinds of questions about that. Barry tried to answer some of them, but we both soon realized that words alone would not suffice. A demonstration would be necessary. It took place in his dormitory room the next day. We were sitting on his bed when he began.

"You know I feel a special bond with you," he said. And with that, he brought my right hand to rest on his groin. The bulge in Barry's pants was obvious even in the dim light.

He said, "What do you feel?"

I responded, "I feel your dick, of course, silly. It feels bigger than I expected." Barry put his hand over mine and when he pressed down, I felt his cock jump in the palm of my hand. "Go ahead, open my pants," he said.

I hesitated for a moment, then started undoing Barry's belt. I soon had that undone and the fly down and he lifted his rear so he could pull his pants down. His boxers still hid his penis from my view and I reached to remove them as well.

"Wait," Barry said. "Play with it a little first." I looked up at him and then grasped what looked like a log running down one pant leg of the boxers. I squeezed it lightly and thought I felt it pulse and when I squeezed a few more times I could feel it growing harder and longer in my hand.

Barry glanced at my hand and then he said, "Okay, pull it out through the fly." I tried, but the slit turned out to be too small to permit my hand filled with his cock to pull it through, so I just reached into his waistband and revealed it that way.

Other than pictures, and one time I had seen my father's when he was taking a shower, Barry's was the first male penis that I'd ever seen, and it was only a few inches away from my face. The head was the size of a plum and I noticed the little piss hole in the end. The shaft was nearly the size of my wrist and I could tell that he still was not completely erect.

"My God Barry," I'm sure I gasped. "It is so big! Do you mean to tell me you're able to fit this inside a girl's pussy. I just can't imagine that," I said. Truthfully, having felt the pain of inserting just my small finger, the prospect of Barry's hard member penetrating me there, I found terrifying.

"Well, we'll be leaving that maybe until sometime later, so don't worry about that now, just

take it in your hand and rub the head lightly," he said.

I did as he told me and I could feel it grow a little more. "Okay," Barry said. "This is important, you see the head? The underside of the head is very sensitive. It is where a lot of nerve endings come together. Rubbing lightly on this area is like rubbing your clitoris. Licking it is even better. See the ridge around the head? That's also sensitive. Rubbing the shaft up and down feels good and it's how you make me cum."

I started doing what Barry had instructed, and sure enough, his cock responded, and within a few minutes Barry was fully hard. His shaft had grown a bit more but had thickened too.

"Wow, I cannot believe how big you are Barry. It's gotten so stiff. My God, I've never done anything like this. It's so cool," I said.

The waistband of his boxers still pressed against Barry's balls and he told me that it was uncomfortable, so I reached and as he lifted his hips I drew them down to his knees. With his genitals now totally exposed, I leaned back to gaze at Barry's cock and now bared testicles and felt something that felt like a pulse of pleasure emanating from my clit. Was I becoming sexually aroused by this exploration?

I tentatively reached and slid my hand beneath Barry's ball sack and pressed upward to hold what felt like two small eggs in the palm of my hand. I noticed that he had some light hair on his scrotum and his sparse pubic hair was the identical sandy brown that crowned his head. I was aware that I was staring, but I was in awe of the display of raw masculinity that hung directly in front of my face. My trance was broken when Barry, who had been watching my reaction, finally spoke. "You can feel them," he said.

I took the nuts in my hand and very lightly rolled them between my fingers, feeling how they slid around inside the sack. I was trying to be gentle as I played and by Barry's moan, it appeared that it was giving him pleasure to feel my touch there. "How does it feel to you," he asked.

"Your balls feel so different. They're so soft and I can feel them slipping between my fingers, and the sack feels soft too. Your balls hold your sperm, right?" I asked, even though I knew the answer, and as I said that I noticed something; "Barry, there's a drop leaking out of your pee hole. Are you coming?" I asked naively.

Barry chuckled and explained that it was a drop of pre-cum and that every man releases some as he becomes aroused. It's a lubricant that nature produces to ease the entry of a man's erect penis into a woman's vagina. Barry suggested that I should lean down and lick the head of his cock and taste it.

I had to look up at Barry's face to see if he was serious in suggesting that I should touch his penis with my mouth or tongue. When I realized that he was, I looked back and I remember licking my lips as I thought about whether this was a step that I was prepared to take. I certainly hesitated, but a moment later I tentatively leaned forward and extended my tongue to touch just the very tip of Barry's dick. I lapped the drop onto my mouth and paused. As I drew my tongue back into my mouth, I savored the taste for a second and said, "It doesn't taste bad. Not much taste. Kind of bland I guess, and maybe a little salty."

"Do you like it," Barry asked.

"It's okay," I said. "Not bad."

With a quick glance at Barry's face, I leaned forward again and this time pressed my lips against the head of his penis. I immediately realized that I loved the feel of his spongy head and I licked all around the crown, lapping up the pre-cum that I'd missed the first time. As my tongue slipped around to the underside of his shaft, I became aware that I had unintentionally slipped my lips over his head and that he was now about an inch into my mouth. I remember thinking, "What the hell," and I just pushed and felt another two inches of him fill me. At this point, I stopped and looked up into his eyes. I imagined what he saw; young, shy, and naive Nancy gazing at him with her mouth ovaled around and filled with his hard cock. My image of myself sent another jolt through my clitoris and I had to stifle an urge to feel myself.

Up to this point, Barry had taken on the role of instructor, but now that my mouth had been breached, Nancy was letting nature take over. I weighed Barry's meat filling my mouth and massaged the underside as it lay on top of my tongue. Then I pulled back a couple of inches before pushing forward and reclaiming the lost territory. I repeated this several more times and was rewarded by the sound of Barry's breathing turn to a series of "hummmmm's and aaaaaah's,"

Though I'd never had a cock in my mouth until just a few minutes ago, Barry's moans of obvious pleasure were giving me a rapid increase in confidence that what I was doing was right, so I decided to just follow my intuition. I removed Barry's dick and noted that it was now covered by my saliva. Then I tilted my head and licked his balls, which brought more groans and moans from Barry. By the time I worked my way back up his shaft to the head, I noticed he had leaked a large amount of additional pre-cum and it was running down the head over the ridge and down the shaft. Barry's veins were starting to bulge a bit in his shaft and the head felt to my tongue like it was harder than before. I had decided that I liked the musky salty taste of Barry's masculine pre-cum and I licked it up enthusiastically.

I returned my lips to capture his shaft and soon they were stretched taut around the head which I licked with my trapped tongue and began sucking the head with increasing pressure. Just as before, I moved from the head to engulf more of Barry's steel and soon I'd adopted a tempo that consisted of sliding my mouth down his shaft with loose or no pressure but once I felt comfortably filled, to firm my lips and using pressure from my tongue slide him back out, circle his glans and repeat. Soon, I had Barry gasping with every stroke.

I had only been engaged for a couple of minutes, but I had already felt Barry firm even stiffer in my mouth and his gasps had become huskier. I had no experience in what to look for as a man approached ejaculation, so I appreciated it when Barry provided a verbal progress report.

"Nancy," I heard him gasp, "you're getting me very close, just stop for a minute." Obediently, I removed him from my mouth, licked to moisten my dry lips, and waited for instructions about what he wanted me to do.

Barry began, "When I'm about to cum, you may be able to guess for yourself, because I'll tense up, my balls will tighten and my cock will expand a bit more just before my release, but, you need to be ready. I haven't cum for a few days and I suspect that I may surprise you with how much. Do you think you're ready to take it in your mouth?"

I was embarrassed that I hadn't considered what I was going to do, and I surprised myself when I felt my head give an affirmative nod. "Oh shit," I thought. I had just reacted without due consideration, but now I felt committed. The inner me stated what I already knew, "Barry was going to cum in my mouth!" I wondered if I would puke.

As I went back to work on Barry's cock, he had one last piece of advice. "Try to swallow as fast as you can, but if it gets to be too much, just open your mouth and let it fall out, but if you can, keep sucking me until I finish." Again I instinctively nodded and awaited the inevitable.

The discussion had calmed some of Barry's passion, so I worked hard to restore the moaning and groaning that Barry was gasping out before the pause, but It didn't take long, and within minutes I had him practically squirming and his groans were becoming more urgent. As he'd warned me, I felt his balls tightening in their sack and his shaft jerked into rigid firmness.

When Barry groaned through gritted teeth, I felt the head of his cock expand inside my mouth but even with Barry's warning, I was not prepared for what followed. The first pulse reached the back of my throat and I nearly gagged. I fought hard not to jerk my head away and I worked my throat muscles and succeeded in swallowing most of Barry's first load. The next salvo flooded my mouth but was delivered not so deep and I actually found it more difficult because Barry's thick cock acted like a dam preventing me from marshaling the cum to my throat, so my mouth was still basically full when I felt his third pulse. I couldn't breathe and swallowed again to try and clear my airways. I was able to grab a bit of air through my half-clogged nose, but it was just too much in too short a time. I could feel Barry's semen dripping from the corners of my mouth still ovaled around his pulsating shaft.

Barry had moaned throughout his release and his body spasmed in a series of ever-weakening jerks until he lay still and weakly groaned. I pulled his now much-deflated cock from my mouth and looked at it in awe. It was inconceivable to me that the flaccid and softening shaft that I now held in my hand was the very instrument that had just wreaked such havoc in my mouth.

When I looked at Barry. His head was back on a pillow and his eyes were screwed shut. I looked back at his dick and noticed a large drop of white forming at the tip as it softened. I realized this was just a meager drop compared to what I had already consumed, so I leaned in and licked it off his cockhead. Barry groaned at the touch of my tongue. Thinking this was a good thing I licked him more but he soon begged me to stop with his hands. I soon realized that his cock must have become ultra-sensitive.

I tried to wipe away the excess cum that had escaped and was now running down my face and hanging off my chin, and I considered the taste that I was savoring in my mouth. I found that the oily musky and slightly salty flavor reminded me of the taste of raw oysters, and despite the drink from a firehose that I'd just experienced I was beginning to like not only the taste but the aftertaste as well.

Later, Barry asked me the obvious question, "What did you think?"

"I think I liked it. It was a little intense when you first started to cum. I wasn't prepared for the force or the amount or how quickly it comes out, but I'll know better next time. Its taste may need some getting used to, but already I'm running my tongue around in my mouth seeking to find remnants, so I think that it may be something that I might come to enjoy. "Do all guys cum as much as you," I asked?

"Probably not," Barry answered. "I normally don't cum that much but it's been a few days and I was excited that I would be the first for you. I think you just brought out the best in me tonight,"

Barry's demonstration opened the floodgates. From that point on, I guess I developed a 'reputation.' I became popular and was invited out often, so much so, that my girlfriends said that I was becoming a party girl. I knew that my willingness, nay eagerness, to take my dates' cocks into my mouth played no small part in my increasing popularity.

My introduction to the feminine side of my oral obsessions didn't occur until a few years later. I had graduated and had taken a job as a personal assistant to Christine, who was a senior executive for a large medical services company. I had worked for her for almost two years before I heard that she liked women, but it wasn't until we had to share a hotel room at one of the big conventions that I learned that one of the women she liked was me. Of course, alcohol was involved.

We were both a little tipsy that night. We'd had before-dinner drinks and after-dinner drinks with several glasses of white wine at dinner sandwiched between. I had stripped to just a bra and panties when I felt Christine's hands on my hips and I turned to find her looking at me with 'hungry eyes.' She didn't say anything, but she used her hands to turn me and then I felt her push me so that I ended up sitting on my bed. She dropped to her knees and I felt her cool fingers against my skin as she eased them into the waistband of my panties.

My mind was a maelstrom. Ever since I first heard that Christene might swing to the female side of the ledger, I had some quiet fantasies and wondered if I should try other things before I settled down. I must admit though, that my thoughts had centered on fantasies of a ménage à trois with me as the only female participant.

Now Christine was offering a new experience and I must admit that I felt a certain anticipation.

"Don't be scared..." I heard her say.

I was trying to clear my head. I made a half-hearted effort to push her away, but I think my feeble attempt was interpreted as a signal of acquiescence, so Christine took advantage and she slid my panties down to my ankles with a single firm tug.

I knew that It was a critical moment. If I did not object now I would be committed but I could already sense the scales tipping. Looking back I suppose there was another

"You have lovely legs..."

I was painfully tense but Christine began to gently stroke each of my legs with her hands and her touch was magical. She began to massage my ankle around my calf and paused teasingly at my knee before moving on to my thigh.

She repeated the process over and over again until my tense muscles relaxed and my legs slowly but surely fell open. As I looked down my body, I could see the gentle curve of my mound and the gap where the folds of my cunt just began before disappearing over the horizon between my legs, and just inches beyond, Christine's smiling face and hungry eyes. In that moment of vulnerability, I became aware of the desire that her look at me.

She did not disappoint. She raised one of her hands and slowly moved it towards my open and beckoning sex, but before she touched me I became aware of the aroma of my arousal and I felt a twinge of embarrassment. It was as if Christine had read my thoughts though, because she paused, closed her eyes, and breathed in deeply through her nose.

"Heavenly...."

No man had ever said that, and I suspected that more than a few would have used a less flattering adjective, but I could see that Christine's appreciation was heartfelt.

Her hand was now scant millimeters away and it felt as if she was controlling the air between us. I could feel the warmth and the hint of a static charge. I wanted to feel the pressure of her hand on my sex but she remained unhurried.

She closed her fingers, forming a tiny fist, and then she slowly uncurled them allowing her immaculately varnished nails to rake gently through my neat growth of hair. She continued to groom me, carefully avoiding my labia, and the sensation was at once relaxing and stimulating.

In the quiet of the room I was aware of my own breathing, the soft rasp of her fingernails, and her constant murmur of appreciation.

I could feel myself getting wetter by the moment and my scent grew ever stronger but Christine, far from being put off, occasionally moved her head by tiny degrees and flared her nostrils as if in approval.