Marlene’s Academy of Fellatio

Single Women Seek Instruction In Fellatio Arts.

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We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife’s straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time.

“Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles.

“You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. “How’s that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?”

Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don’t want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it’s true, you’re the only boy at the party.”

I looked at her two friends. Loraine was tall, a dishwater blond with a slim body, and Roxy. Roxy was a short, buxom Italian cutie who could not help flirting, no matter what.

“OK,” I said, “What’s the idea then?”

“Seven minutes of heaven,” Roxy interjected, and everybody took a sip and laughed.

“With me,” I wanted to make sure I was understanding this.

"Well duh,” Marlene said. “We already told you we’re not going gay. And you’re the only male person here.”

I gave her a sharp look. “And you’re okay with this,” I asked her.

"Sure,” she said. “It’s just a game. And I am pretty sure you’ll have a good time.” Understatement of the year. All three women were grinning at me. I asked, “How does this work?”

Roxy said; “whoever it points to, they go into the closet for seven minutes and do anything they want. Then they come out and somebody spins the bottle again.“

Marlene: "And since there’s one of you, just us girls will spin it, and see who goes in the closet with you.

Marlene & I have been married a long time, and I trust that Marlene, same as me, has not been with anybody else for years. Loraine and Roxy were two of my wife’s best friends. But I had never even flirted with either of them.

The ladies were seated on the floor. Marlene held the bottle dramatically out in the middle of their circle, looked at both her friends, and gave it a fast spin.

It stopped, pointing at Roxy. She’s not the shy type but you could see her take a big swallow.

"Well, Roxy.” my wife said. “You get seven minutes of heaven with Jacob.”

“Yeah,” Roxy said, “You’re sure this is okay?”

“Absolutely,” Marlene said. “But look, how about a rule? No fucking in there, okay?”

“Okay.” “Okay.” Loraine and Roxy said.

“Unless it’s me,” Marlene quipped, and they all giggled.

Roxy said, “Okay, here goes.”

Now in the hall closet, my ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my dick was hard. And with Roxy. Are you kidding me?

I said, “What are we supposed to –” but Roxy grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers in the dark and opened her mouth and attacked my mouth with her tongue. “Here. let me help you;” she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra and voila, those beautiful breasts fell into my eager hands.

She was stroking my cock through my jeans. I could have shot a load right then. I pushed my fingers between her legs and she spread them to let me stroke her over the thin fabric of her pants. Her fingers outlined my penis as they slipped up and down its length, and then we heard a voice call, “That’s six minutes!”

Roxy giggled and broke our kiss, reached behind herself and put everything back. I stepped back, hoping my erection would subside before the door opened.

“Okay, time!”

I turned the knob and pushed the closet door open. Loraine and Marlene were sitting on the floor looking at us. I could see Marlene trying not to look at my face too closely, she was dying of curiosity but covering it well.

“You ready for the next spin,” Marlene asked me. I felt she was taunting me. My cock at least was not trying to bust my zipper any more.

"Sure,” I said. “I win every round.”

“Yeah, you do,” the ladies agreed. Another sip of wine, more laughter, and Marlene took up the bottle again.

“What happens if he gets the same person twice,” Roxy asked.

"I don’t see what’s wrong with that,” Marlene said.

“Well it doesn’t seem fair,” Roxy said. “I mean, I’m all for going in there again, but it wouldn’t seem right to leave you two sitting out here waiting that long.”

Loraine agreed, and Marlene seemed to see the sense of it. She said, “Okay, so the next round it will just be me and Loraine.” Marlene gave the bottle a twist and let it go and it finally stopped, pointing at my wife.

“Huh, that’s ironic,” Marlene laughed. “I mean, a guy making out with his own wife, it seems kind of weird.”

“Let’s try it,” I said, taking her hand. We went into the closet and I kissed her. “I hope you’re having fun,” she said.

“Are you kidding,” I laughed.

Marlene Starts a Blowjob School

Marlene dropped to her knees and in two seconds she had my belt unbuckled and my pants pushed down around my knees. "Hey, is that allowed,” I asked. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and took several slurps. Then she looked up at me and said, "Yes, it’s allowed. I am, after all, married to you.” She took a couple more nibbles and said, “And also, it’s not fucking.” Then she put her lips around my cock and sunk her nose down into my pubic hair, deep-throating me and doing something with her tongue on my shaft. She began bobbing up and down on me, slurping and giving me pleasure in ways she had learned after years of marriage. She was an expert cocksucker, I must say.

“Now, be careful,” I said. “You don’t want to make me cum.”

“Why not,” she asked.

"Because I’ll want to stop the game,” I said.

“Good point,” she said, as she attacked my penis with her mouth, always stopping just when my breathing turned to moans. She used her hand alongside her lips and kept me on the brink until someone called, “Six minutes.” I helped her to her feet. She kissed me and said, “And don’t you forget it.” I could taste the cum in her kiss, definitely a sexy flavor.

“Oh, I won’t,” I said.

A minute later I opened the door and we stepped out. The other two looked at us, again, with curiosity. Marlene and I both smiled at them, and Marlene said, “Well I guess I’m not included in this round.” She sat on the couch and Roxy moved to the floor, across from Loraine.

Loraine took the bottle in her hand, but Roxy said, “Lori, you’re the only one who hasn’t gone in the closet with him. Maybe you ought to just go.”

“That wouldn’t be fair,” Loraine said. “It wouldn’t really be a game, would it?”

"It seems fair to me,” Roxy said.

“I’ll spin it, and we’ll see what happens,” Loraine said. With a flick of the wrist she sent the bottle twirling on the carpet between the two of them. All of us watched, fixated on it, imagining possible outcomes. The bottle slowed and came to a stop pointing at Roxy.

“See,” Roxy said. "It’s me again. That isn’t fair.”

“Sure it is,” my wife said. “That’s how you play.” She gave Roxy a significant look, almost daring her to take this game past the limits.

Roxy stared back at her and then stood slowly. “Okay,” she said, “I won this round.”

“Yes, you did,” Marlene said with a laugh. “You and Jacob won this one.” Honestly, it seemed like Marlene wanted it to get out of hand.

Roxy and I went into the closet and I pulled the door shut. She whispered, “She didn’t finish you off in here, did she?”

“No,” I said. “Close, but no.”

“Good,” Roxy said, and her hand went immediately to my cock, which was already hard in anticipation. We began making out as she jacked me off through the denim of my jeans. I stroked her crotch and she reached down and unbuttoned her cotton pants. “Here, I’ll make it easy for you,” she giggled. Her pussy was soaking wet when my fingers got under her panties. I squeezed again, and then began rolling her clit between my fingers slowly, until she arched her back and stifled a profound grunt, buried her face against me and spasmed uncontrollably for half a minute.“ She was laughing when she stopped. "Oh my god,” she whispered. “It has been a long time.” She renewed her attack on my cock and had me near the edge when they called six minutes.

I’m sure I looked like I’d been hit over the head with a hammer when we came out. Marlene looked at Loraine and said, “Enough of this, it’s your turn. I get him every night.”

“Huh, good point,” Loraine said. “Okay, we’ll pretend we spun it and it landed on me.”

“Sure,” Marlene said. She picked up the bottle and set it on the floor pointing at Loraine. “There you go. Have fun.”

Loraine said, “What have you guys been doing in here? I don’t know what to do.”

“We can do anything you want to do,” I said. “Except fuck me.”

She stood there.

“Come here,” I said, and I put my arms around her and kissed her, and she kissed like a schoolgirl. I used my tongue to pry her lips apart, and after a minute or so she got the idea. I ran my hands over her body and she responded coyly.

She ran her hands over my upper body and whispered, “Is it okay if I touch you?”

“Absolutely,” I said. I was not sure what she meant but I liked the sound of it. “I would love that.”

Then she surprised the shit out of me by unbuckling my belt, pulling my pants down, and pulling my cock out. She ran her fingers over it, slowly jacking me off, tugging and stroking. I said, “That is amazing.”

“You like that,” she said.

"Yes. A lot. You better be a little careful or you’re going to make me cum.”

“Wow, really?” She didn’t seem to believe me, and continued stroking me.

After a couple of minutes of that I said, “You better stop. It was just too good.”

“Too good,” she laughed. "Too good?”

“Yes,” I said, “If you keep going, the game will be over.”

“I see.” I kissed her some more and we made out until they gave the alarm.

The other two studied us as we came out. Loraine looked kind of embarrassed and flustered, but happy.

“How was it,” Roxy asked, tactlessly.

"It was great,” I said.

“Yes, it was great,” Loraine said.

“You still able to keep playing,” my wife taunted me.

"Yes, absolutely, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” I said. “Let’s have a sip of wine and rest up for the next round.”

Loraine said, “I was scared at first. In fact, I was glad when the bottle never pointed at me. I thought I’d get out of doing it, going in there with Jacob, I feel much better now. But it was a little awkward. I never know what to do.”

“Never,” Marlene asked.

"Yes,” Loraine said, “With guys. I mean, I just let them do what they want, and that seems to make them happy.”

“What would you want to do,” Marlene asked. We were all feeling the intensity of the evening and the wine.

"I don’t know,” Loraine said. “I just don’t know how to do anything.”

“We all feel like that,” Roxy said.

“Really,” Marlene said. "I don’t think I feel that way, unless I’m missing something.” She turned to Loraine, “Do you mean you don’t have orgasms?”

“No,” Loraine seemed to be blushing. “No, I’m okay with that. But I don’t know how to do anything.”

Marlene gazed at her. “Oh, I see.” We all took a thoughtful sip of wine, wondering where this was going. Looking at Loraine she continued, “So you don’t feel like you are kinky enough or something?”

Loraine looked at the floor. “No. Like a blow job, I know girls do that all the time but I don’t know how to do it.”

Marlene laughed, almost spitting out some wine. “Oh, well, that’s easy. You just need to practice.”

“Yeah, sure, with who?”

Marlene spoke up. “Okay, I said no fucking, remember?” Everybody nodded. “But I didn’t say no blow jobs.” Hearts were pounding. Marlene looked at Roxy. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how to give a blow job either?”

Roxy said, “I’ve tried it before but I don’t think it really worked.”

Marlene stood up and paced around the room. “Well this is ridiculous. Jacob, you see what we have to do here. You are going to have to teach my friends how to give head.”

Marlene laughed. “Sex school. Girls, it’s time to learn the tricks of the trade. I don’t know about you using our bed.” She thought some more. “Oh well, why not? I’ll burn some sage or something. Why don’t you & Loraine go into our room, Jacob do your best to show her what to do.”

Roxy said, “What about me?”

Marlene looked at her. “Yeah, what about you? Well, tell you what, Jacob see if you can get through a 7 minute lesson without blowing your load, think you can do that, honey?”

I nodded. Marlene went on: “Okay, Loraine, then Roxy. Is that okay?”

Roxy didn’t look extremely happy with the deal but she agreed to it.

Loraine and I went into the bedroom. I turned on the closet light and turned off the overhead. “How are we going to do this,” I asked.

"I don’t know,” she said, “You’re teaching me.”

“Yeah, okay. So you don’t know how to give a blow job, that’s it?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever tried?”

“Yeah, a couple of times.”

“And what happened?”

“He just wanted me to stop.”

“Okay, so first, let me see what you do. We are going to get into the bed. Actually we’ll both get naked.”

We lay in the bed, her head on my arm, against my chest. My cock was pointing. I said, “Okay, well this is a little awkward but we’ll do what we can. Why don’t you go down on me and show me what you do.”

I felt her lips touch the tip of my cock and then something, maybe she was licking it. Her lips took an inch or so of me and went up and down a few times.

“Okay,” I said. “I see where we’re at. Let me tell you a couple of things to start with. First of all, when I come, I want you to swallow it. Have you ever done that?”

“Swallow what,” she asked.

I thought for a few seconds. "Here’s the deal, if you are doing this well, the guy is going shoot a load of sperm into your mouth. I’m going to try not to today, but I mean in real life. I don’t know what it tastes like, it might be a little salty I think, but whatever, when he cums, swallow it like it is the finest Belgian chocolate, whether you like it or not. Gulp it down and lick up the last drops. You got that?”

“I can’t imagine that but yes, I hear you.”

“But we’re not going to do that now. I’m just telling you, if you are going to give a good blow job you’re going to swallow it. Now, to get practical. There are two things that guys find irresistible. There is a little notch under the head of my penis, I’m circumcised, but I suppose everybody has this, that’s called the frenulum. Look closely at it. See where it’s like the two halves meet, right under the tip? That is extremely sensitive. Touch that with your tongue and you will drive a man crazy.” I held my cock in place so she could see it from a few inches away.

“Yeah, okay, I think I see where you mean.”

“Good. Do it.”

Oh my god, she did that. After two seconds she stopped. “No,” I said, “Keep doing it. Lick that part of me lightly. You have to be gentle there. It is very sensitive.”

I kept bouncing away from her and had to tell her to grip my shaft. I was moaning, I could have blasted right then.

“Okay, good,” I said, “Now you have to stop. Oh my fucking god. Stop!” She stopped.

“There is one other major skill. And I’ll tell you, most girls can’t do this and it’s okay if you can’t, but it’s good to try. It’s called deep throating, have you ever heard of that?”

“I’ve heard the term,” she said.

“Do you know what it means,” I asked her.

"No. I mean I can imagine but not really.”

“Okay, well you see my cock is about average length. But still, if you tried to stuff it all in your mouth you would probably choke on it. Go ahead, try.”

Loraine leaned over me and took me into her mouth. She got pretty far and began to gag.

“So here’s the deal,” I said. “You can learn not to gag. Maybe not right away, but if you can get a guy’s cock down your throat he will do anything you say. He will be your slave for life. Go ahead, try. Go as far as you can, then relax and see if you can go a little farther. If you start to gag, back up a little and try again. Just try to relax your throat.”

I lay back on the pillow with my hands behind my head, watching this slender cutie working on my cock. She would get half of it and begin to choke, and start again. She was actually making progress. Finally she had reached her limit, and it was time to move on.

“Okay, good,” I said, “Stop. You were getting good at that. The two best things for a guy are one, licking his frenulum, and two, getting your lips around the base of his cock. But deep-throating is hard. In general, the main technique you will use is just fucking him with your mouth. You want to try that?”

“Sure,” she said. “What do I do?”

“Well wrap your lips around the middle of my shaft, not too far down, you don’t have to choke for this. Now tighten your lips and move your mouth up to the tip of my cock. Then move it back down to the middle, maybe a little farther if that’s comfortable. Keep going up and down like that. I think sometimes when you are near the head of it, you can work on the frenulum for a second, too, like with your tongue. Try it.”

Holy shit! Her lips were snug and she began working on me methodically. I knew I had to save something for the next lesson but I would have been very happy to blast a load down this woman’s throat, skipping right to the last lesson. She was blowing me like a pro. Finally I said, “Okay, stop. Stop Loraine, that is amazing. Let’s take a break for a minute.”

I caught my breath and then said, “Okay, let’s try it again. Say you were on a date and a guy invited you in and you want to make an impression on him. Show me what you’d do.”

She got up and walked around the bed and came up between my legs. Taking my cock in her hand, she looked up into my eyes and touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of my cock. She licked lightly until I could not watch any more. I was moaning and panting. Then I felt her lips surround my cock and proceed down the shaft until she had me down her throat. I could not open my eyes, but I’m sure she had the whole thing. She held that position for a few seconds and then began fucking me with her mouth, up and down on my shaft, devouring me until I literally pushed her head away and shouted, “No, stop, you have to stop.” She came and lay beside me again and I told her she was a wonderful student and I hoped we could have some more lessons in the future.

She thanked me for teaching her, then said, “Well it’s time for Roxy to learn.” There was no jealousy in her voice. It sounded like she was eager for her friend to learn this valuable lesson, as she had.

“Yes,” I said, “Roxy’s turn. Can you go send her in? You were an A student, by the way, that was wonderful.”

Loraine gave me a passionate salty-tasting kiss, with tongue this time, and a hug, and she hopped up, pulled her clothes on, and hurried out the door, calling Roxy.

I lay on my back, panting. I was appreciating my crazy wife more than anything. I always knew she was adventurous but she was also traditional in so many ways, she would not risk her marriage. I never would have imagined this.

Roxy came in with a wine glass in her hand. She paused in the doorway, then pulled the door shut.

“How was it?” she asked me. “Did Loraine learn something?”

“I’d say she did,” I said. “So tell me, is this true, you don’t know how to give a blow job?”

“Yeah,” she sa