Hello guest! (Level: guest) Log in

You can change the width of the story text shown below:
Use how much percent of the screen width?

[ default ] [ 10% ] [ 20% ] [ 30% ] [ 40% ] [ 50% ] [ 60% ] [ 70% ] [ 80% ] [ 90% ] [ 100% ]

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version  |  Mark story  |  Mark author

Don't forget to vote for this story, in the yellow voting box below the story!

I had a scholarship to a very prestigious university back East. I didn't date my freshman year because, like in high school, no one asked me. No one asked me for the same reasons I didn't date in high school: barely five feet tall, with short legs, a round body and an acne covered face. Although to be fair, my breasts had grown and the acne was clearing up. I was actually proud of them. That doesn't mean I showed them off or anything like that.

The other reason I didn't date was because the library was open until 11 PM on Friday and Saturday. The librarian had to throw me out. "Wendy, we'll be closing in five minutes. You should pack up your books."

However, everything changed my sophomore year. Professor Akeem Juma from Kenya saw me as a potentially outstanding scholar and took me under his wing. It wasn't too long before I was literally underneath him.

When he found out I was a virgin, he could not have been more gentle. I heard girls say their first time was painful and they wondered what the big deal was.

My first time could not have been any better. Dr. Juma didn't fuck me; he made love to me. I saw stars. I had my first orgasm.

I didn't know what I was doing, but he told me how to move. Dr. Juma told me that I had the potential to not only be a great student but a great lover, too.

Later that night, he said, "Wendy, Kenyan women show their men the respect their manhood deserves." That's when he introduced me to fellatio, although that's not what he called it. He simply said, "women show their appreciation for what a man has and gives them with their mouths."

I took to it without hesitation. Akeem guided me and within a few weeks I was happily sucking his schlong. That's what he called it: his schlong, not his cock. It wasn't that he didn't fuck me, he did. It's just that I found such joy in pleasing him with my mouth that almost every time I insisted that at least once I suck him; suck his schlong.

Akeem was so good to me. He let me, and he even explained to me how he liked it.

Of course, even I knew words like cocksucker and blowjob. I needed another word. I had to look it up. Fellatio sounded so much better; so sophisticated.

I imagined that among classy people like European royalty, a queen or a princess might say to their lover, "You Highness, may I perform fellatio on you tonight?" as opposed to saying, "can I suck your cock?" See how elegant and refined it sounds.

I don't know anything about whorehouses, but some really dumpty ones, if there's a madam, she might explain to a customer, "this is Lilly, she's our resident cocksucker."

But in a classy bordello, the madam might say to a customer, "this is Lilly, she's our resident fellatio artiste. Men praise her performance; she'll put on a show for you." I wanted to put on a show for Akeem.

I also watched porn. How did those women do it? I knew they were actresses, but they seemed so good at it. I wanted to be that kind of good. Of course, you know there are blowjob videos, but did you know that there are fellatio videos and even YouTube films? It's a completely different genre. I learned that fellatio is an art form. If you don't know, there's a huge difference between a common cocksucker and a fellatio artiste. I aspired to be the latter.

I became almost addicted, as I subscribed, watched and practiced. Dr. Juma was so good about letting me practice. "Akeem, last night I watched the way this woman used her tongue and lips; let me try."

I discovered that his schlong was just about average; six months later, my lips, if I stretched them felt the unique texture of his ball sack, and his pubic hair tickled my upper lip. I was so proud of myself. "Wendy, you are a marvel. Now, that you can do that; I expect you to do

Click here to read the rest of this story (165 more lines)

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version for easy saving or printing

ESmail: Click here to send a private message to Thomas B (with ESmail, the site's internal message system)

Authors appreciate feedback! Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!

Profile for Thomas B, incl. 84 stories Email: hstdr7522@outlook.com Add this author to your favorite author list Add this story to your favorite story list Send this story to me through email

Give your opinion about this part: (You can vote for each part separately) select here 1 (terrible) 2 .. 3 .. 4 .. 5 (reasonable) 6 .. 7 .. 8 .. 9 .. 10 (excellent)