My Girlfriends Were Always Singers for a Reason

If you’ve never had a real blowjob, you don’t know what I’m talking about. And I don’t mean having her suck you off while your girl jerks you with her hand, or even doing it hands-free and letting you come in her mouth. That’s fine, I won’t deny it, it’s a good experience. But it has nothing to do with letting yourself be caressed by her throat.

I’m sure now you’re thinking about shoving it all the way in, rubbing the tip against her palate and emptying yourself while she swallows. That’s not what I mean. I’m going to give you a clue, but first there’s a requirement. To enjoy what I’m about to tell you, you need a good cock, at least eighteen centimeters. If you don’t measure up, better not keep reading, because no matter how hard your partner tries in the deepest blow job of her life, you won’t be able to experience this.

For years now, all my girlfriends have been singers. Without exception. Always beautiful, always with that cheeky edge. You’d guessed that already, of course, but the important thing is that they’ve been taking singing lessons since they were little. There they learn to control the muscles of the throat, to regulate their intensity, to move them at will. Something the rest of us mortals never learn to do. I think you’re starting to understand where this is going.

Getting a girl to suck you off is relatively easy. With a little persistence, knowing where to kiss and where to press, you get her so hot that going from hand jobs to a blowjob is just a matter of time. The hard part is the other thing.

Lorena was the one who opened my eyes. She was the vocalist in an electronic group that played at a venue near my university. She had a thin, almost ethereal voice that fit that synth music perfectly. But what really fit was that she was smoking hot and went onstage in miniskirts and tight tops that had the whole place on fire.

I don’t know how the other guys in the band managed to concentrate with such a woman in front of them, swaying nonstop. From the front row, I devoured her with my eyes and imagined she was looking at me too. I’d stay behind afterward, around the place, hoping to bump into her. I never managed it.

Until one day, while having coffee in a bar far from my neighborhood, I noticed someone leaving a note on my table as they passed. When I turned around, I only caught sight of a tall girl from behind, blonde mane, black skirt, and legs to die for. On the paper there was a phone number, a name, and a heart drawn in pen. Lorena. I’m not going to give you the number, of course.

I called her that same afternoon and we spent a night that can’t be described in words. Anything I say falls short. She’s incredible in every sense, an unattainable muse I was lucky enough to have in my arms for hours. Not a centimeter of her skin went uncrossed by my kisses, and she devoured my body with a skill I had never felt before. That night, without exaggeration, changed my life.

In the morning she asked me not to see each other again. It had only been a fling, what happened had to stay between us. She gave me the best blowjob you can imagine, and it was a long time before another girl came even close to that excellence.

***

Back then I was seeing Marina. Nothing too serious. We were university classmates and it didn’t take long to go from friendship to bed. Marina was very good at giving me pleasure, and we explored each other’s bodies without rules or limits. When we weren’t studying for exams, after class I’d go to her place, or rather her grandmother’s, who spent long periods in the village and almost never showed up. That seemed like a gift to us.

I always let her know before going up.

—Marina, I’m on my way. I’ll be there in five minutes.

—I was already thinking you weren’t coming, after how nice I’ve dressed up for you.

—It’s just that the physics professor wouldn’t let me go. I’m dying to fuck you.

She laughed and hung up. I took the stairs two at a time. I rang the bell and she always opened the door naked, spectacular. Her curly black hair, huge blue eyes, very fair skin freckled all over, sensual lips and a smile that melted me. But my gaze always ended up on her breasts, high and firm, crowned by a small pink areola where the nipple was already hard from waiting alone.

Marina would lunge at me and cover me with kisses. I barely had time to close the door.

—You took so long. I had to start by myself, I couldn’t take it anymore.

—What I’ve been missing. Don’t worry, we’ll make up the time right away.

As best I could, I’d manage to get her to the bedroom. Though more than once I’d find her kneeling in the hallway, yanking my pants down in one pull. My cock would spring up like a piston and she’d caress it while looking at me wickedly.

—What do you say? —she’d ask, smiling.

—Suck me off —I’d answer, turned on.

And fuck if she sucked me off. Until I met Lorena, I thought Marina was the absolute best with her mouth. My previous girlfriends were too prim, they got tense with a cock between their lips. Marina, on the other hand, was pure spontaneity. Sometimes she’d give me a soft, deep blowjob, using no hands, swallowing almost all of it, and sometimes urgency would push her to see me come on her face, or to squeeze my thighs between her tits while her tongue played with the tip. With her you never knew what was coming next.

When we finally got to the bed, I’d return the favor by devouring her as if she were ripe fruit. She’s the girlfriend I’ve heard moan the most, and that drove me wild. Soon I discovered she liked toys. While I went down on her, I’d fuck her from behind with a vibrating dildo, and I’d ramp up the intensity in time with how much I sucked her clit and pinched her nipples. I’d take her to such a brutal climax that, no matter how hard she tried to hold back, she’d end up screaming. The neighbors knew perfectly well she had company.

We’d spend entire nights fucking. We watched porn to copy positions. She was the perfect girl, never said no to anything. What drove her wildest was getting sodomized. Opening her ass drove her insane, and there wasn’t an encounter that didn’t include some spanking, usually with a dildo buried in her pussy. She had an incredible ass, firm, tight, well-proportioned, and I put all my energy into coming deep inside. Given my size, that was already quite an achievement. The room filled with her moans. Even with a ball gag, she was just as passionate.

***

For her birthday I gave her a portable vibrator controlled from my phone. A real marvel. She never knew when I was going to turn it on, but I promised I’d only do it if I could see her. So one day I slipped into her class like just another student, without her noticing, sat several rows behind, and watched her while she took notes.

She looked gorgeous that morning, in denim shorts and a tank top. She almost never wore a bra and her nipples only barely showed through the fabric in a normal situation. But that wasn’t going to be a normal morning. I turned the device on at the lowest setting and Marina suddenly stopped writing. She started looking around for me.

Very slowly I kept raising the intensity. She squirmed in her chair. Since I wanted to see her up close, I left my seat and sat right next to her, and I raised the bar in the app a little more. Her hands clung to the desk, nails digging into the wood, while she bit her lip and closed her eyes. She was about to come. She was sighing, and her nipples were clearly showing under the fabric.

She turned me on like crazy, but I couldn’t make her suffer any more. I knew that if I turned the power up or kept it on that edge for one second longer, I’d end up breaking her in front of the whole class. So I stopped the vibrator. She sighed with relief. When she turned her head and saw me, she smiled. I leaned into her ear.

—I’ll wait for you in the bathroom. Don’t be long.

She nodded, and a few minutes later we met there. She arrived like a whirlwind, looking pissed off. She wasn’t very tall, but she knew how to command attention. She was a little wildcat, and she was really angry.

—You’re a son of a bitch. We agreed you wouldn’t use it in class. I was this close to coming in front of everyone. Look how my tits are showing, I look like a bitch in heat.

She wouldn’t stop talking. She was stunning when she was angry. I said nothing. I turned the vibrator back on and her expression changed instantly. She shook her head, but her blue eyes were begging me for a fight. I threw the lock, pulled her close in my arms and kissed her. I sat her on the sink counter, lifted her shirt, and devoured her breasts, biting her nipples hungrily. I kept raising the device’s intensity and her moans started turning into screams. Then I knew what I had to do.

I put her on her knees in front of me, opened my fly, and shoved my cock into her mouth. I turned the vibrator up to maximum, grabbed the back of her neck with both hands, and fucked her throat mercilessly. She clutched at my thighs. She was choking down coughs, controlling her gag reflex, drowned in a pleasure that made her scream, but only guttural sounds came out of her mouth from the brutal blowjob she was giving me. This time she really was swallowing all of it.

I sped up and tried to hold on, but when I saw our reflection in the mirror my pulse shot up. I think Marina was coming when I started emptying myself down her throat. The mirror reflected the movement of the muscles in her neck swallowing. She looked at me and I saw the orgasm in her pupils, but also the surprise of being flooded by a load she couldn’t swallow all at once. Her cheeks puffed out and she opened her eyes wide.

She tried to pull away, but I held her and kept coming, with her nose buried in my pubic hair and my balls brushing her chin. It was amazing. I held her firmly while I pulsed inside her mouth. With several loud swallows she managed to gulp down everything she was holding, and little by little I relaxed the pressure on the back of her neck until I let her go. But Marina didn’t pull away. She kept my cock in her mouth, sucking it, working over it with her tongue millimeter by millimeter. She was moaning, trembling, lost in another orgasm.

I lowered the vibrator until it switched off. The moment my cock went limp between her lips, she stopped moaning. What a blowjob she had just given me.

—That was savage, Marina. You leave me more and more blown away every time. We’re going to have so much fun with this toy.

—You’re a bastard —she said between coughs, catching her breath—. You almost suffocated me, asshole.

—Maybe. But don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself like never before. We have to do it again. And just so you know, I didn’t lie to you: I only agreed to use it if I could see you and be close to you. I was in your class!

—What an asshole —she stood on tiptoe and kissed me. I felt her hard nipples against my chest and I held her close.

***

Marina and I were together for a couple more years. Then she went to Melbourne and I stayed behind, looking for another singer girlfriend.

Now you’re probably wondering whether Marina sang. The truth is, no, not at first. After my adventure with Lorena, I suggested she sign up for singing lessons. She did. And I can assure you that, after a few months at the conservatory, everything changed. I’d lie on my back, she’d curl up between my legs, and she’d give me blowjobs that came close to the impossible.

With my cock driven all the way down her throat, she was able to breathe and milk me by moving the same muscles she exercised in class. The sensation is indescribable. She milks you slowly, gets every last drop out of you without ever parting her lips from your pelvis. Simply brutal. As thanks, I’d turn on the vibrator and make her come several times while she gave me endless pleasure. That’s why, when someone asks me how I choose my partners, I smile and always answer the same thing: they have to know how to sing.