"See sweetie, it's a scientific study from a major University, and I quote, 'Components of semen that enter your bloodstream may enhance feelings of attachment... ' Right there in Cosmo* - what more could you want for proof?"
I smiled sincerely. "I'm guessing that absorption through the digestive system is the most effective."
Let's get one thing clear from the start; I love oral sex. I love everything about oral sex; I'm talking giving and receiving. Is there a more potent aphrodisiac then the scent of an aroused woman? Or the sweet tang of her juices on your tongue and in your mouth. I love watching the slow engorgement of a woman's cunt outer lips becoming thick and swollen. The look of her skin blushing with desire, the feel of her sex so warm and wet - and the sounds. Oh yeah the sounds, the slurp of mouth and genital contact, the smack of lips and tongues, and the moans and groans of enjoyment. I love oral sex.
For myself I count the first blowjob I received as my official entry into having a real sex life (and yes I went down on the girl that same day). Soft lips and hard cocks are just made for each other. And my God, the things a tongue can do! And cumming - ladies if you want your man to feel special... SWALLOW IT! If you need something to wash it down with fine - but swallow it. Do you really want to send the message to your man that you're rejecting the most essential component of his masculinity? Well - do you?
I believe that the giving of oral pleasure to another person is one of the more selfless acts a lover can do. The world would be a better place, a safer place if there was a lot more oral sex being shared. God Bless you Cosmo for sharing this important news item.
"Let me see that." Sharon looked at the magazine. She snorted in apparent disagreement, or maybe disgust. "Sorry dear, but you've misunderstood the thrust of the study. In fact one could make the argument that a woman shouldn't have any contact with semen if she wants to be happy."
I tried to rally household opinion to my cause, "But honey, they're talking about improving couples relationship. A little mutual oral enjoyment..."
She wasn't having any of it. "This doesn't say anything about oral sex; 1] they specifically mention condoms, and 2] they talk about sperm as promoting a kind of chemical dependence - sorry."
My wife does not share my views on oral sex. Sharon knows how much I love oral sex, and she certainly enjoys receiving it - lots of it. She just can't give it. She does occasionally lick my shaft and if she's really turned-on she'll lick the head a little, just to get it wet. But taking my cock into her mouth - never. God do I miss that!
My wife's resistance to oral sex is perfectly understandable. She had a really bad experience in college at a frat party. She was drugged and placed on a table on her back with her head hanging over the end. A bunch of assholes took advantage of her mouth and throat. Her poor throat was so bruised that she was on a juice diet for nearly a month.
I was defeated and she knew it. "Oh Matt, you know I love you more then anything. I just can't do that, I just can't - I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about. It's just..."
I could see the deepening disappointment in her eyes and it made me feel like a total asshole. I do love her - that's what makes this situation so difficult. I knew she was the one from the moment I saw her. If I hadn't felt so strongly about her right off the bat I wouldn't have even accepted the lack of blowjobs while we were dating to say nothing of the rest of my life. I guess I always thought she would eventually come around - and trust me. But after two years of dating and three of marriage - that didn't seem to be in the cards.
"... It's nothing. It's not that big a deal."
Sharon stood slowly and turned away from me. "Well it sure feels like a big deal when you've got it stuffed up my ass." Said ass was tantalizingly wiggled back and forth in front of my face.
I suppose that I should mention that Sharon has rarely denied me anything else, sexually speaking, either in variety or regularity. She gave me her virgin ass upon our engagement and is, in fact, an enthusiastic participant in all other things sexual... except blowjobs.
With her butt wiggling she hitched up her skirt until her panties showed. She stuck her hand back between her legs and gave me the 'old come here' with her finger. She may not give me blowjobs but she could certainly get good and nasty when she had a mind to.
She had a mind to.
Afterwards we were lying side-by-side - sweaty and sated.
"Wow." Sharon rolled off the bed and waddled to the bathroom. Her butt cheeks and inner thighs were slick with cum. I was tempted to join her in the washing off but wasn't sure that I had another cartridge in the chamber.
So I just laid back and stared up at the ceiling. We had just had great sex - incredible sex. I had cum twice, once in her cunt, once in her ass. Sharon had cum a bunch, and "yes" I went down on her. She did her drooling tongue lick thing when I moved to fuck her from behind, but that was it for oral. How can you be so satisfied and yet so frustrated all at the same time?
A knock at the front door stirred me from my ruminations. I threw on some shorts and went to answer it.
"Hi Matt, is Sharon..."
It was our neighbor Gina. As she spoke I found myself starring at her lips - she has the most sensual lips and is always wearing a shade of lipstick that pulls your eyes (well my eyes certainly) right to them. I think it's because my second girlfriend had those same full lips and wore a similar shade of lipstick. I have an indelible image etched into my brain of those lips sliding back and forth along my cock from tip to root. She was the first girl to deep-throat me. She was also the first to swallow and the first to start just about every date we ever had with a blowjob. Every time I see Gina, I see her lips and I remember.
"... home? I wanted to borrow..."
I watched as Gina's nostrils flared noticeably and then her eyebrows arched upwards about a 1/16th of an inch. Oh fuck, I hadn't cleaned my face!
"... borrow <sniff>. Oh god I'd like to borrow about 30 minutes of what she just got."
I blushed and discovered that I did have another round in the chamber after all. Like most (if not all) married men I have secrets lusts for certain members within my wife's circle of friends. And I definitely had a serious lust for Gina, which was why I was always very careful to avoid flirting and any other sexual banter with her. Her comment had caused a major breach in my defenses - I popped a major woody.
She noticed. The woman looked right down at the tent in my shorts and uttered a barely audible, "mmmmmm." She looked up and smiled an absolutely dazzling smile that promised delights unimagined, joys beyond description, and... God damn it I was shaking.
"I brought you your paper." Gina held the morning paper in her hands. "You can thank me later - stud." She slapped it into my chest so that I had to grab it with both hands
Then she grabbed me! She grabbed my cock and purred, or growled. She released me and walked past me toward the kitchen.
I held the paper protectively in front of me as I closed the door. I turned to see that Gina was already sitting at the breakfast bar and Sharon was pouring her a cup of coffee. When did Sharon finish her shower, make the coffee and just how long was I staring at Gina? I decided that the best answer was a shower. Nothing like some sustained cool water to defuse a volatile situation.
I was wrong - about defusing the situation. Before I could get safely out of harm's way Sharon called me into the kitchen to answer a question about garbage disposals. Actually the question was Gina's, hers seemed to be broken and I was being recruited to check it out.
In reality I was being drafted to check it, fix it or replace it. I'd done a number of handyman tasks for Gina before so this was nothing new - the way Gina was looking at me certainly was. There was no backing out and I was soon sent off with tools in hand.
I figured out the problem with Gina's disposal and I knew I could easily fix it. Unfortunately the problem with Gina was getting worse - exponentially worse. During the entire time I was under her sink she kept up a relentless commentary of her current sex life - or rather the lack of a sex life as she put it. She talked about her ex-husband, guys hitting on her at work, and on and on. Somehow I managed not to get hard during the repairs and I honestly thought that I would soon be safely away.
"You know what I miss most about not having a steady guy in my life?"
I said nothing in reply.
"I miss cock sucking."
"With all of the STD problems out there I'm really hesitant to let some guy come in my mouth. I mean it isn't a real blowjob unless you come right? I wish I could find a nice safe guy and just... suck... his... cock."
Her words flooded into my consciousness like a pool full of gasoline. We were in a very dangerous situation here, potentially very flammable.
I knew that. I knew that. I knew that. Then Gina threw in the burning match.
.... There is more of this story ...