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[M]y Girlfriend let me cum down her [F]riend's throat

Mar 24, 2024

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Jordan Zhou

I have been seeing this woman for about a year now and it has been going, frankly, amazing. I don't have the best track record when it comes to romantic relationships, and this girl is the far-and-away the best yet, so I have been laser-focused on not fucking things up. This is a bit long so I'll spoil it now, might be amazing, might've fucked it up.

Her name is Rebecca, she's smarter than me (got her PhD), great in bed, to my friends I'd describe her as gorgeous, for just giving you an image here, honestly think 'gram model. Long legs with the perfect ass, she's in great shape which motivates me to be in great shape (or work back towards it at least). Perfect handful breasts, a body type any dress looks good on. And even before House of the Dragon she was rocking the Targaryen hair.

Don't want to get too into what we each do but we live in NYC, early thirties, we're both doing pretty well. In that magical stage of the relationship where we both have our own apartments but rarely sleep apart. Spending a lot of time in each others bed.

We're definitely compatible, she's just the kind of woman I love to fuck, flexible, a little aggressive, confidant. She grew up riding horses and it has given her a particular skillset. I have no notes really, the only mismatch we might have is giving/receiving head.

I love giving head, it's fun to focus all on a woman's pleasure. Takes the pressure off me stamina-wise, I'll put some music on, get into it. That feeling of having your face between her legs and she's moaning, you can cup her breasts and press your tongue into her... nothing quite like it.

From the jump Rebecca was never really into going down on me, maybe as a bit of foreplay, but certainly never the main event. We've talked about it and essentially it's a combination of a couple factors. It's in part because of the one-two punch of I have a pretty girth-y dick and she has a pretty small mouth (with a touch of jaw issues), but she's also just not that into it. Which fair, to each their own. I still like to go down on her and don't expect reciprocation, but she's really more of a dick-me-down girl anyway so it has kinda fallen to the wayside of our relationship.

I can't lie though, a year in and I've been missing really good head, where the girl looks you in the eyes and takes you deep. Where she's just your slut, and you get to bask in that power. Now the me of a couple years back would've let that idea roll around in my head far too much, and it would've ended in disaster. I'm in my thirties now. Everything else has been so perfect, it has been easy to put out of my mind almost completely.

Which is why when Rebecca asked me, just standing there at her stove making us food, "do you ever miss having your dick sucked?" - my brain went completely blank, for just a second, and the best I could do was deflect.

"What made you want to ask that?"

"The girls were talking about in on FaceTime."

Rebecca's friend group from college is still really tight, and even before the pandemic they spent a lot of hours on FaceTime. There's five women I'm not going to come up with four more names but there's only one that matters anyway, Trisha.

"Trisha was just bragging about how good she is, and how some guy wont stop texting her now after their last date. And I never suck your dick, is that ok?"

I definitely didn't trust my words in the moment, got up, gave her my best reassuring kiss and said something to the effect of "I wouldn't change anything." Played it as a laugh, haha funny, she gave me a big smile and I figured all was well.

Not two hours later we're lying in bed when she rolls over and says "you know if you really miss having a girl who can just like, blow you, you can tell me."

Again my brain went blank, I took a second to really carefully examine all the intricacies of my white ceiling, before responding.

"Is this something we need to have a conversation about?"

"I'm just curious! It's not like it's a big deal, not everyone can do everything."

"Ok, sure, having someone really suck your dick is nice, you can just lie back and relax, but it isn't the be-all-end-all. If you want to go down on me more though I'll never complain."

Honestly that was the gist of the conversation. She didn't jump to suck my dick right then, but for a week or two head was a more common element in our playbook, before we kind of returned to the status quo of me fucking her from behind bent over any and all pieces of furniture, or her jumping on top of me in whatever chair or couch I might be sitting on, all was well.

Until winter-wedding season rolled around. Because of how everything in the world has been, I'd never met Rebecca's close college friends in person, and we'd been together for more than a year. But then this November, one of the five girls got married. They, like me, had had a bit of a drug-addled, hard-partying phase in college, and I knew from the outset that'd be the energy people would bring to the wedding. I'm pretty comfortable in those types of environments, but on the Saturday in November when this took place, I was testing my limits. I'm just gonna yadda yadda everything before that wedding moment arrived where the prior generation goes to bed and the party starts.

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Rebecca and her friends love to roll. Not my thing because my dopamine supply takes a week to recover. I've been trying to keep my nose clean otherwise (bit of a recovering finance-bro can't lie), so matching her friends energy was taking a pretty careful mix of weed and liquor. I found Rebecca and told her as much, and this look in her eye for a second was truly mischievous, before she turned around and called Trisha over.

If Rebecca is a model, Trisha is pornstar. Someone you can genuinely describe as voluptuous. Dark hair, has had some nice work done, was married now divorced. No matter what she's doing her breasts are spilling out. The bridesmaid's dresses were this deep wine color and she looked incredible.

Rebecca leaned into her ear, "he wants a cigarette." They both grinned at me.

I nodded, knowing on some level this was already going as well for me as it possibly could. We made our way out of the venue, I stumbled over some thank you's for the cig, offered my weed, I'm sure my eyes were glazed over. Lost in my cross-fade fantasies.

"Becca thinks you want me to suck your dick."

Sticking to my honesty is best policy, I took a second or ten to collect myself and said "I don't know how to respond to that."

"She thinks you probably have jacked off to the idea of me sucking your cock." And she just stared at me, and I realized her pupils were wide.

Like I said before, Rebecca is smarter than me. Again I tried to pick the least risky option and asked "...what should I tell her?"

"Oh say yes." I paused, and then nodded. "Ok I'll tell her yes." And then this girl dashes off.

I smoked the rest of the cigarette. Checked my phone, nothing. Took a hit off my weed vape, fuck, checked my phone again. Nothing. Decided ok, I'm going in after her.

Stumbled my way back through the venue, found the girls rolling still, dancing. Made what must've been panicked eye contact with Rebecca, Trisha saw me and they both cackled. Rebecca called me over, kissed me, and then pushed both Trisha and me away with a "have fun!"

"I saw a good spot earlier." In a bit of a blur she pulled me off down a side passageway into a bathroom, shut the door, and dropped to her knees.

It finally clicked in my head that this was happening. Fuck it, if this is happening, I'm going to enjoy it.

"You want my cock?" I asked, trying to start neutral.

"Becca showed me a picture, I told her I could take it. And you're hot" She stuck her tongue out and tilted her head back to look up at me. By then I'd been rock hard for five minutes. It's always fun unzipping suit pants. I whipped it out and really shoved it in her face.

Trisha knew how to suck dick, so she knew how to start. She looked up at me with big eyes, got her tits out with one hand grasping my dick with her other, and slowly took me into her mouth. Not too deep, stopping to lick up and down the shaft, worshiping my cock. I wasn't feeling very patient at the time though.

I grabbed her hair into a bit of a ponytail, pulling it away from her big eyes. "Don't mess up my hair though." I let go.

"Never."

"But you can fuck my face a bit if you want to." And she leaned back a bit, resting her head against the wall. I looked in her eyes and she was clearly loving this, getting off on it.

"Fuck you're amazing. You love this don't you."

She nodded at me. "You're just my slut aren't you." She moaned a little. I reach down and grabbed both her wrists from around my cock, pinned them above her head, and started to fuck her mouth. Slowly at first, but, eventually I was thrusting myself and deep into her throat as I could, steady strokes, all the way in and out. This girl was amazing, I couldn't last like this but I wanted to savor this a bit longer and I pulled out for a breather. She kind of slapped one hand free, reached down, and stuck it underneath her dress.

"Don't tell her about this part."

I practically came right there, but took a second to collect myself before angling myself down her throat again, letting her moan on my cock. That was enough and I pumped into her throat. For a moment I genuinely though I would pass out. Bracing myself against the wall, I just left my cock in her throat as she fingered herself furiously. After a bit a little bit of blood started to return to my brain and I pulled back, in a moment wildly overstimulated. She kept going for another second or two before letting out what I could swear was a little "aww."

I stood there for what felt like an eternity, panting, before checking myself in the mirror. Trisha stood up next to me.

"This is how you can tell I buy the nice stuff. My makeup is perfect. Ok leave though Becca wants to see how happy you are."

It'd been maybe fifteen minutes since we left, but I'd lived a lifetime. That walk back down the hallway I went through all seven stages of grief for my relationship. But I came back and Rebecca was all smiles. She wanted to dance. She asked if I had fun and laughed when I said yes.

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