Pamplona Tasted Like a Blowjob That Morning

I woke up long before anything rang. What I had lived through the day before had kept me awake for almost the whole night, sleeping in snatches, with images and sensations coming back over and over again without asking permission. My age played tricks on me. My age and that castrating education from the priests.

I still remember how they used to say that baptism was an indelible seal stamped into the soul. Apparently sexual behavior left a mark too. And something of that came back to me as scraps of guilt for my looseness, for my homosexual side. But the worst thing, the thing that really threw me off, was feeling nothing. Not remorse or even shame. In fact, I felt like a new man. And I still liked women, big tits. The education by way of slaps and beatings had not quite managed it.

So I went out into the streets of Pamplona dying to find my professor and have her give me a proper blowjob. That was what she had promised me.

While I looked for somewhere to have breakfast, another deep, atavistic instinct kicked in again. Since I was a child I’ve associated words with others that make no sense at all: rice with government, blue with a scratchy taste, yellow with the smell of cream. That’s why Pamplona sounded like sex to me, but not just any sex. Oral sex. Blowjobs.

I walked toward a café with the morning light clearing the cobwebs from my brain, even if it was filtered through a thousand clouds. I was going with the unshakable determination to go way too far today with my friend Olga, whom I sensed was an expert miner of filthy, wet holes.

My hands were shaking, and not from the cold, in front of the first coffee. It was a café specializing in South American coffee, El Andén, I think it was called. I had three espressos. Without eating anything. One more notch on the revolver, the boiler about to burst.

I opened my phone. The little blue light said I was connected. I logged in. It was seven in the morning.

—What are you, the county’s sexual emergency service? —she wrote right away—. Fucking that early is a pain in the ass, your mouth usually smells bad, and you get caught without being warmed up. And at your age you can pull a ligament or get a cramp. On top of that, yesterday you blew through a ton of barriers and got the pipes unclogged from all the shit the priests shoved into you. Want more?

—Of course. I’m missing you, the professor of anthropology. A deep study of my mind and my darkest thoughts.

—I like the idea. You haven’t even touched one of my tits yet and you’re already thinking about dirty stuff and kink. I’m in. Besides, today I’ve got a special place. It’s our first in-person date, a lovers’ night at the wrong hour. We have to give it everything.

—But first I need a coffee. Or two. And to see you in chapel, to watch you in an inert, uncontaminated place. Where are you?

I told her the place and she showed up there in ten minutes.

***

The sight of her body, her style, the way she moved, filled me with heat. I got hard just seeing her come in. Those excessive curves moving like when the butcher shows you the sirloins, that broad, liberal, decadent smile. Her eyes half-lidded. She came up all cheerful and kissed me with her mouth open, pushing her tongue all the way to my palate, which left me stunned, almost trembling.

She was wearing a black leather skirt down to the knee and boots, also leather, that reached exactly to where the skirt ended. That highlighted the spotless white of her legs. She opened her legs shamelessly in front of me and I saw she wasn’t wearing underwear. Without the slightest embarrassment she scratched her vulva and spread her outer lips apart, dark, growing like untamed plants. Another twist of the screw for my kink.

—Today we’ve got my physio’s office —she said in a low voice—. There we can do whatever we want: stain the floor, the sheets, get messy. By the way, from one to five, what level of kink are you on? Five is eating a freshly shat asshole. One is drinking your man’s cum as he comes while you’re blowing him.

—I hadn’t measured it on that scale —I replied—. But if you keep showing your cunt and opening it under the table in a café, you’re going to have to add more lines to that level.

She smiled. She grabbed my arm and almost dragged me into a clean, very modern-looking clinic on the ground floor. She sat on a table and opened her legs.

—Put a finger in me. Let’s see how turned on I am.

The cunt was soaking wet and still cold. She threw her head back, eyes lost and mouth open, while I checked how wet she was.

—You’re almost ready to go —I told her.

—Then let’s go to the place.

***

We passed two empty consultation rooms. At that hour there was no one around. We reached one that locked from the inside and had a treatment table with one of those holes for the face, but much wider and sturdier than any I’d seen before.

She sat on the edge of the table and grabbed my neck to begin an endless kiss that seemed like a fight to control the territory of the other person’s mouth. The tongues tangled, searched for nooks, for places to make the other’s hair stand on end. More than once our teeth clashed, and in the thick of it the bites began to take over.

With my lip between her clenched teeth and a filthy, depraved look, she pulled her tits out without taking her clothes off. She slipped her hand into my pants, grabbed my cock violently, and started jerking me hard. She climbed down from the table and shoved me against the wall.

—I’m so fucking hot. You’re a thousand times better than in the video. Come. Pin me hard against the wall, I want to feel your cock crushing me. Hard.

I’d given myself a small cut on the lip. I touched it and looked at my hand stained with blood. She noticed, took my finger, and sucked it clean.

—Take revenge! —she panted—. Crush me with all your strength. Cut off my air.

I obeyed her without speaking. I shoved her so hard she moaned and her face turned red, about to burst.

—Ram me against the wall. Like that, like that…

I pulled out my cock, already ready to explode, and with one yank I dropped her skirt. With my other hand I kept her face pressed to the wall, not letting go.

—I’m so fucking hot. Fuck me now. I need it.

She tried to open her legs to pull up her skirt, but couldn’t. I got my cock between her cheeks as best I could and pushed hard. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I kept crushing her against the wall while she gasped. I turned her around and shoved my tongue back into her mouth, groping her tits crudely. She had completely worked me over. She had turned me into a man with no manners, into a savage.

***

At one point she stripped completely naked and went over to a white leather sofa with her handbag. Naked, very sensual, very wild, she let herself fall onto the cushions. She took a can of condensed milk out of her bag and, while I was undressing, started spreading that sugary liquid all over her body. Especially over her shaved cunt and her ass, which she smeared with care, sticking her sticky fingers into her vagina and her hole. Then she covered her face and mouth.

—This is the first line, it’s easy for a kid like you —she laughed—. We all used to drink condensed milk in secret. The thing is, today the container isn’t a cookie. And you have to clean it all off me. Come here.

When she had me by her side, she poured part of the jar over my cock and my belly, filled my hand, and rubbed that delicious paste between my ass cheeks, deep into my asshole.

—Since they’ve opened the door for you —she whispered—, let’s make the most of it.

I crawled over her and we started licking each other’s mouths and every inch of our bodies coated in condensed milk. It was a strange sensation of filth and kink, but terribly arousing. My cock couldn’t take any more, and she wasn’t even touching it.

She lowered her head and started licking my whole sex. My balls, my cock, all around it. She asked me to get on all fours over her. My mouth on her cunt, hers on my cock. Sixty-nine. In one single motion she took my whole cock into her mouth and started giving me a blowjob that drove me insane.

Then she explained it to me: she rolled her tongue like a tube around the cock, in and out while sucking hard. Even my gay friends had never done it that well for me, even if it was another technique. I ate her cunt with violence too, taking her outer lips into my mouth and gently biting them, sinking my bent fingers into her vagina. The two of us moaned and breathed like we were running a marathon.

Suddenly I felt her tongue travel over my ass cheeks. Without realizing it, I felt it enter my asshole. That made me jolt, but she kept licking my hole and all around it with delight. I was frozen. She came back up to my cock and took it into her mouth again, resuming that special blowjob.

Just when I no longer knew how to hold back, I felt her fingers enter my ass. Hard. First one, all the way in. Then two. She was looking at me all the while, filthy, horny. She tried to fit in a third and I went into a trance. She kept blowing me without taking her eyes off me, ramming her fingers into me hard. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and started jerking me fast. With a shout I came. The cum hit the ceiling.

I collapsed on top of her, trembling. I was breathing as if I’d run hundreds of meters. The air filled me and I felt pleasure even in breathing. I lay on my back with my eyes closed, enjoying the moment.

***

—What a load —she said—. I swear I’ve never seen one like it, and I’ve seen a lot. You bastard, how much you enjoyed that.

I nodded, weak in the knees. I sat up to go to the bathroom, but she grabbed me hard.

—What about me? —she said, pointing at her cunt.

She threw me backward onto the table and straddled me. Noises started coming from people entering the place. I turned my head, uneasy. She didn’t even flinch.

—Focus, boy —she said, ignoring the murmur on the other side of the door—. Let’s see if you can make me come like you did.

To be continued.