Sometimes your ripest pornographic fantasies come to life.

That’s how it was when April approached me on the university quad, smiled, and asked if I would teach her how to give a proper blowjob.

Okay, it didn’t happen quite that directly. There was small talk first. I knew April from a senior psych class, which made me wonder if this was some trick study.

“I know Marcie’s your girlfriend, Joe. She told me over drinks how she goes down on you and how much you enjoy it.”

I blushed. “Marcie gets gabby after a couple beers,” I said sheepishly.

There were two things April obviously didn’t know. One, Marcie’s oral skills weren’t all that great. She grazed me with her teeth repeatedly, and she couldn’t overcome her gag reflex. So basically she gnawed uncomfortably on my knob until I managed to get off. I’d tried giving her some pointers, but that just made her threaten to stop sucking me off altogether. And you know what guys say: any blowjob is better than none.

The second thing April didn’t know was that I had a wicked crush on her. She was a beautiful, sprightly young woman, with pitch-black hair, arching eyebrows, high firm breasts and tight calves and thighs.

Sitting together on the quad’s grass, she saw from my dropped jaw that she needed to explain more. “Look, I came to you because you’re smart and sensitive. Also, you’re with Marcie, so we can keep some emotional distance and be clinical. And we wouldn’t be fucking, so you wouldn’t really be cheating.”

I didn’t point out the speciousness of that argument. At the moment I was trying to hide the hard-on tenting the front of my jeans.

She went on, “Every time I’ve tried to give a blowjob, it’s been a disaster. Marcie said you once told her how to do it, so I know you give good advice. I’ve met this guy named Derek, and we’re getting serious. I want him to enjoy the first blowjob I ever give him. I want to do it right. Will you teach me how?”

What could I say? I looked her in the eye. “April, I would be happy to help you.”

So we set up the time and place, later that night at her off-campus housing. She promised never to breathe a word about our meetup to Marcie.

The hours crawled by while I waited. I had devoted serious fantasy time to April. I’d imagined us together in all sorts of ways. She was more than just physically attractive. I liked how easy-going and pragmatic she was. In my dreams we weren’t just lovers, but boyfriend and girlfriend. I knew we would have fit well. But I couldn’t begrudge her happiness with this Derek guy she’d mentioned.

I showed up eagerly at the appointed hour. April greeted me, offered me a beverage which I declined, and showed me to her bedroom. It seemed vaguely formal, like I’d come over to help her study. Well, what did I expect? This wasn’t a date, after all.

She wore jeans and a T-shirt, and couldn’t help but look beautiful. She smiled nervously. “Do you want to sit on the bed?” she asked.

“However you like. Um, I could stand and you could kneel in front of me, or...” Suddenly, the whole thing was awkward and weird.

She started to reach for my fly, then froze. Embarrassed, she said, “Would you mind if I acted like you were Derek for a bit?”

“That would be fine.” Despite the anxious atmosphere in the room, I was still fiercely attracted to her.

“When she let out hums of happiness, it set the juice simmering in my balls.”

She gathered herself, then looked up at me, her smile more natural now. “Derek,” she said warmly, “I’m so glad you came over.”

“Glad you invited me.” I’d done a little theater and slipped into my role, envying Derek his relationship with this gorgeous woman.

“You look hot tonight.” She moved toward me again.

“You look hotter.” It was all I could do not to pull her into a kiss or lay my hands on her tits. When her fingers undid my jeans, my achingly erect cock sprang out into her hand. The denim slid halfway down my thighs.

“You like when I squeeze you like this?” She applied pressure to my hard shaft.

Dropping out of my “Derek” voice, I said, “A little gentler. Hold it like that — yeah. Then pump it some, up and down. Yeah...”

“I’m going to suck your cock tonight, Derek. Does that sound like fun?”

I trembled. “Lots of fun.”

She knelt down. My cock reared before her face. Her wide eyes looked up questioningly.

“Hold me around the base of the shaft,” I said, and she encircled me with her thumb and forefinger. “Now cup my balls softly with your palm.” She applied gentle pressure to my nutsac, sending pleasure radiating through me. “That’s good,” I sighed.

“Now — I suck?”

“Lick the cockhead. Swirl it slowly with your tongue, like it’s a lollipop.” I gazed down in wonder as April’s tongue painted spit over my swollen crown. She picked up a bead of my pre-come. I waited to see if she would wince at the taste, but she deliberately swallowed it and made a “mmm” sound.

“I can’t wait to swallow your load, Derek.”

Again, I envied the man, but then remembered in that moment I was effectively him. I said, “Now put your lips on the tip of my cock and just let them melt over it. Yeah. Careful with your teeth. You want to tuck them behind your lips. Good.”

Her soft lips slipped over my knob, enveloping it. The sensation made my head whirl with a growing bliss.

“Keep using your tongue,” I instructed. “Don’t be in any hurry. Keep your lips sealed, and start to slide your mouth forward, taking in more of the shaft. Apply a little suction, but don’t overdo it. If he flinches, you’ll feel it. You’ve got his balls in your hand, after all.”

Her cheeks flattened in nicely around my staff as her head came forward. She took my inches in slowly, and it was a breathtaking sight. Her tongue teased my shaft, flicking over the tiny pulsing veins.

I watched my cock disappearing into her mouth. Her lovely face had a dreamy look. Suddenly, she stopped, and her arched brows came together.

Quickly I said, “That’s your gag reflex kicking in. What you want to do is relax your throat muscles, which are trying to involuntarily clench. Go as slow as you need to, a centimeter at a time if you like. Think about Derek. Think about your own pleasure.” Her expression changed. She definitely looked like she was enjoying herself.

She sucked more of me down, in tiny increments. Then she made a sudden lunge and swallowed me all the way, like someone on the high dive finally deciding to take the plunge. My body bucked. Her nose was buried in my curls. She gave a loud happy grunt, then trailed off with a satisfied hum.

My balls tingled on her palm. “That’s awesome, April,” I panted. “By the way, any time you feel like humming like that, do it. It feels so good.” Awestruck, I watched where I was joined, cock to mouth, with this beautiful woman. I wanted to savor the glory of the moment, but I was there as an instructor.

“Now lift your head slowly, until you’re back where you started, with your lips around the cockhead. Don’t break contact. Keep him encased the whole time, and keep up that suction you’ve got going. It’s perfect. Drop your mouth down the shaft again. Work that tongue, fondle the balls a little. Then up, then down. That’s great. That’s fucking incredible...”

My eyes drifted shut. The pleasure was intense and still building. Her mouth was the ideal cradle for my hard cock. She held me tenderly but passionately. Her tongue caressed. Her throat opened again and again to let my cockhead press her tonsils. When she let out periodic hums of happiness, it set the juice simmering in my balls.

I opened my eyes and looked down. She was gazing back up at me soulfully, with eyes that seemed to brim with desire and emotion. She was performing an act of love. Her mouth was a source of magical pleasure. Her black-haired head bobbed. She kept me riveted with that stare.

Grunting now between the words, I said, “Derek might — uhn — want to start — aah — thrusting into your mouth. If that’s okay with — ”

April’s free hand went around me, grabbed a handful of my ass and yanked my hips toward her face. She wanted me to fuck her mouth.

I set my hands on her head, planted my feet and started stroking into her. She matched her bobbing head to my thrusts perfectly. She let go of my balls and seized the other half of my ass. She sped up my bucking hips, deep-throating me every time. My sac spanked her chin.

My fingers wound into her hair, grabbing her hard at the roots. I meant to explain that Derek might want to clutch her like this while he fucked her face, but the words didn’t reach my lips. I was stroking like crazy now. She was humming and sucking like a pro. It occurred to me that this was the very best blowjob I’d ever received in my life.

I held her head and fucked her mouth mercilessly. Derek was the luckiest bastard in the whole world and would probably never even know it. He had an exquisite, devoted woman who was eager to do everything she could to please him. I hoped to hell he was worth it. I hoped he loved her like she deserved to be loved...like I wished I could love her.

Somehow I found enough control to cry out my warning. “I’m gonna come, April!” If she didn’t want to swallow my spunk, now was the time to bail out.

She didn’t bail. The final rapture overtook me. I buried my cock deep in her face and started jetting like mad. One huge spurt was followed by the next. The pleasure tore up through me, raking every nerve ending. I shot a monstrous load, and she drank down every drop of it.

Finally, she let go of my cock — reluctantly, I thought — and rose, wiping spit off her chin. I felt my heart breaking.

“That should make Derek very happy,” I said shakily.

She smiled sweetly. “I don’t know anybody named Derek. Joe, I’ve had an insane crush on you and just had to have you, somehow.”

I’d been had, but I didn’t mind at all. After I broke things off with Marcie, April and I had our happily-ever-after.

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