Fellatio Common Sense (4)
Until that cock was right in front of my eyes, I seriously doubted whether I could actually give a blowjob. It wasn't just anything—shoving a dick in my mouth triggered massive resistance. It even felt like I'd been completely conquered by that bastard Geon-yul.
But the moment his cock hovered under my nose, flushed red and throbbing, wafting that sweet scent, my tongue had already slipped between my lips, wriggling forward on its own.
‘……Snap out of it!’ The sticky fluid leaking from between my legs barely brought me back to my senses. I couldn't give in to desire. Wasn't that why I'd come to the cafeteria to practice beforehand before class?
‘It's so I don't screw up the demonstration. Practice makes perfect.’ I'd even studied guides to nail the perfect blowjob—if I lost it and slurped greedily, it'd all be for nothing. I slapped my cheeks, snapped back to reality, and raised my hand first.
‘Start with a ball massage.’ Not because I wanted to. With my elite bitch image set, I had to ace blowjobs too or risk looking awkward. After hearing from Geum Ye-rin, I'd used the break before the cafeteria to watch every blowjob tutorial on the video platform. They all said start with the balls.
‘Is this the right pressure?’ Gauging the force was easy enough. I worried Geon-yul, expecting head, might be disappointed with just ball play, but thankfully, he said nothing.
‘Weird texture.’ Kneading those wrinkled balls felt off. The stimulation paled compared to sucking or being touched myself, but realizing I was handling the sperm factory with my own hands made it weirder.
‘Is this good enough? No one's here to tell me. Wonder how Ye-rin does it—can't turn around though.’ Time seemed right, so I flicked out my tongue and lapped at Geon-yul's ball sack a few times. Startled by the slick sensation, the guy jolted his hips and lower body.
“Hngh……”
“Heh.”
It felt like when I'd jerked him off during the bitch contract. Me, always helplessly dominated by Geon-yul—the only ways I could toy with him freely were handjobs and blowjobs. And strangely, I was starting to enjoy it.
‘Now for a simultaneous attack.’ Kneading his balls, I extended my tongue and gently rubbed the glans tip. Where tongue met cock end, a strange taste bloomed. The sweet precum hit my tongue, and I shivered without thinking.
‘It tastes good???‘
Precum had been oozing since he dropped his pants and underwear. Did the idea of me choosing to suck his dick turn him on? Or knowing I'd come willingly anyway?
‘Doesn't matter.’ The smell told me everything. I'd always inhaled the sweet aroma but never tasted it—now I knew: precum tasted like……
‘Syrup.’ Thanks to the sweet semen perk, no revulsion, no fishiness, no saltiness. Just like licking syrup off a finger.
Reality crashed in as I savored it, but… I licked more, focusing on the glans—especially the slit where precum flowed—lapping diligently. Each stroke made Geon-yul's cock swell thicker, harder.
“Hngk?!”
That's when a large man's hand slid under the table onto my head. Panicking, I froze—couldn't pull back—then it slowly stroked.
‘What the hell? Sudden head pats?’
But no—it wasn't petting. He was nudging the back of my head toward his cock. Geon-yul's scheme.
‘……Fine, I was about to anyway.’ I tapped his wrist with my ball-kneading hand, mouth gaping wide, and engulfed his glans.
“Mmph!”
Geon-yul's hand behind, his cock ahead. True no-win scenario—I bobbed furiously on the glans. Above, clinking dishes and raucous chatter; below, sloppy sucking sounds and bitch asses slapping. Churup, jwup, jjup! A whole other world. Without his stroking hand, it'd feel totally severed. But oddly… I didn't hate it.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why so tasty! The cock! Why do I wanna keep sucking?!’
I denied it, but my tongue betrayed me. Cock's tasteless really—just slurping a salty meat rod. Unless you're a subby maso who cums from submission, few women love blowjobs themselves. But I was the exception. Sweet semen upgrade made his precum-drenched shaft a syrup-dipped treat. Sweet-tooth me? Eyes rolling.
Maybe win-win—hell, sister-in-law approved. Glans in mouth, tongue assaulting the slit or frenulum—he quivered legs, arched back. Felt good.
‘That good? No mistakes—phew.’
Head tilt short-lived—jaw ached. Sweet service bliss, but fatigue hit. Cock seemed sucked plenty; when the cum?
‘I gotta eat!’
Jwup-jwup-! Final sprint, speed maxed. Thigh flood? Minor. Ignore, suck harder—cheeks caved. Good he missed my ugly mug. No mirror, but no beauty contest winner.
‘Cum already, damnit……!’
Vacuum seal—his back bowed. Embarrassing, but full-power head broke him. Intense sweet surge dwarfed precum. Cum incoming—speed up—but he yanked my hair.
“……??”
“Haa, haa.”
No calm left in Geon-yul. Breathing said it. Watched; he gripped tighter.
“Mmph, guh!”
Pushing. Shoving shaft-deep. Barely glans before—now throat-fuck to root. Head crammed down.
“Guhk, kek!”
Cock rammed throat—no air. Terror—tears—fists thumped thighs.
‘Crazy fuck, I'm dying! Choking on dick!’
Blowjob death. Cock-murder. Rare even here. Late realization—he yanked out.
“Puhaaa!”
Gulped air; but unfinished, he reinserted, smearing cock-stink everywhere—roof, cheeks. No friend treatment. Not quite personal bitch. Mouth-pussy onahole vibes. Face unseen—raw arm power, male strength—fear/submission, no fight.
“Guh!”
Soon, warm sweet flood erupted. Sticky mouth-wrap. Byurht! Byururht! Byubyubyubht! Roof-bombarded cum—mind blank. Mouth brimmed. Trickled throat unswallowed. Crotch leak endless.
“Mmgh……”
Crawled out, cum-gargling. Knew to swallow—couldn't. No spit, no gulp—brain fog.
‘Ye-rin?’
Spotted: Geum Ye-rin floor-slumped by her guy, face-down, tray-munching. Copied—tray to Geon-yul's side, squat—but
“Huu, huu, Chae-a—freeze.”
“Mmh?”
Cum-mouth: speechless. Knew swallow—didn't happen.
“Mouth—open.”
“Aahh——”
Obeyed—showed cum-filled disaster. Geon-yul & friends snickered at saliva-semen mess.
‘Why make me……!’
Face flamed—subtle with gape. Cum-hold bad; public show to randos worse. Revenge later……!
“Swallow.”
“Mmh?”
“Gulp it.”
Absolute obedience rule—but throat froze. Hesitation stretched, sweat poured. They zoo-scanned me. Hard nips post-suck? Obvious. Thigh-trail juices? Giggled. Worst: panties.
“Yo, skirt up pre-swallow.”
Lifted—crotch dark, soaked outline obscene.
‘No torment—just sucked & held cum, this wet?’
Shocked me. Tingles yes—but this? Tongue-bite suicide shame. Near-death choke—survive for this. Gaze-fueled bitch body leaked more honestly.
Skirt-up stare at Geon-yul.
“Chae-a.”
Low murmur, eyes locked.
“Mmh……?”
“Ignore me for that asshole?”
Wait—what? No confirm time.
Puk! Public pinpoint clit-press over panties.
Pusht-! Pssht-!
Max-horny body—one touch climax. Swallowed cum accidentally.
“Hiiiik♡”
At-attention to spread-knees quake-fest.
“Fucking nympho bitch.”
“Wet from dick-suck?”
“Ye-rin post-cum tongue-deep cleaned foreskin—yours slacker.”
“No compare. Chae-a, swallow then clean mine?”
“Heh, hngghk……”
No-answer pant—hair-grab, cock-shove.
“Churup, jwuup……”
“See? Lips auto-suck on entry. Still 'lacking bitch' after this?”
“Fuck, conceded.”
Till floor-meal done: Geon-yul & crew teased varied.
“Ass alone? Triple baby-room occupancy.”
“Lend once? Pussy-wipe clean return.”
“Morning joe with her udder-squeeze milk……”
Tease-endured, silent spoon-swallow—mind elsewhere.
‘How that taste exist……?’
Mouth-brim cum gulp-ecstasy. Unforgettable.