Author: Virgil Black Title: Oral Fixation Summary: A college student, home for the summer, has a hard time breaking a habit she developed at school. Keywords: Fm, fm, reluc, oral, inc This story and others by the same author are archived at /~virgil_black/ If you enjoyed this story, please let the author know: virgilblack@gmail.com ORAL FIXATION I dreamt that a beautiful girl held my penis in her mouth. I could see only the top of her head, her glossy black hair hiding her face from my view. She was sucking me, blood slowly filling my growing organ. When I was erect, she bathed my cock from top to bottom with her tongue, and took it deeply into her mouth, her lips brushing against my wiry pubes. Over and over again she swallowed my pulsing member, her lips, her tongue, her throat causing me almost unbearable pleasure as she drove me nearer and nearer to climax. The heat and wetness of her mouth was exquisite. In my dream, when she parted her bangs with her fingers and looked sweetly into my eyes, I came, gushing a torrent of boiling ejaculate into her mouth as waves of tangible bliss wracked my loins, sending spurt after spurt of hot cream up my throbbing rod. "Wait a minute," I thought. "I never come in my dreams!" So I woke up. Never! For all my four teenage years, I'd been expecting to have a wet dream, but I'd never had one. I'd get close to coming and then wake up. This time I came before I woke up! But I was awake now. Yet, the sensation of the fantasy blowjob lingered. I could still feel the moist warmth of her pretty mouth sucking tenderly at my slowly shrinking cock. I opened my eyes, my vision still blurry in the dim morning light. Holy shit! I crawled frantically up the bed, away from my sister Emily, dragging my still thick cock from her wet lips. "Holy shit, Em! What are you doing?" I whispered furiously. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she whispered, her face now buried in her hands as she kneeled between my spread legs. "Oh, God, what am I doing?" She started crying, and soon she was sobbing quietly, curled into a little ball on my bed. Emily was my older sister - she was nineteen. She had come back home from her first year at college only a week ago. She had always been nice to me, her little brother, and I had always looked up to her because she was so much cooler than I could ever hope to be. I loved her, and I couldn't stand to see her upset. I tucked my wet dick back into my boxer shorts and crawled toward her. I didn't say anything. I just sat next to her, stroking her back softly. Slowly, she calmed down. When she had stopped crying, she looked up at me, her big blue eyes red-rimmed and wet from crying. "I'm sorry, Mike. Really. I know I shouldn't have done that," she apologized quietly, shaking her head. "But I was going crazy!" "What's going on?" I whispered. "It's a long story," she told me. And then she said nothing else. I sat beside her for a while, still softly rubbing her back through the thin T-shirt she wore. I was scared that something was really wrong with her. Was she on drugs or something? That wasn't the Emily I knew. She had always been very responsible, taking care of our little sister and me, getting good grades, and finally going off to a good school. So I sat there with my worried thoughts, comforting her as the sun rose up, lighting the closed drapes on the south wall of my room. Eventually, she uncurled and pushed herself into a sitting position, her legs folded neatly beside her. "You wanna hear it?" she asked. We were talking low, our heads near to one another. It was still early, and by the clock next to my bed I knew no one else would be awake for at least another hour. I nodded. "I've got this oral fixation thing," she explained, not looking at me. Whatever that means, I thought. "It started in January, when I went back to school after Christmas. I found out my asshole boyfriend was cheating on me. When I confronted him, he blamed me and told me it was because I wouldn't sleep with him and because I gave bad blowjobs." "Huh. What a dick," I said. "Yeah! Anyway, that made me feel pretty bad and even though I knew he was just being a jerk, I sort of started worrying about it," she continued. "So then one night, after I went to a party with some friends, I was feeling pretty low. I was hanging out in the Quad with a couple of guys in my group. We'd been drinking and I was kind of drunk. They asked about Trent and me, and I told them what he had said about me being bad at giving oral. The guys just laughed at him and said that they bet I could give head just fine. It was weird, but that made me feel better, so pretty soon I was laughing too and then we were all talking shit about Trent. "It got late and the security guys kept eyeing us for making too much noise, so we headed back to our dorm. I was feeling pretty wild, but I was still thinking about what Trent had said, so I... Oh, man, this is so stupid." "You don't have to tell me. I just want you to be okay," I whispered. She shook her head. "I asked them if I could give them blowjobs. Then they could tell me if I was bad at it." I just stared at her with my mouth open. She looked over at me. "Yeah," she agreed. "So of course they said yes, and we went back to Dimitri's room because his roommate was gone for the weekend, and I did them both, one after the other." I just stared. "We were all drunk!" she explained. "Afterward, Dimitri laughed and said that I was pretty damn good, and Chuck agreed, even though he said he didn't have much experience to go on. Then Dimitri joked that if I felt like I needed to, I could practice on him anytime. Chuck said so, too. "We laughed it off, but I was kind of shocked at myself, and I left pretty fast. The next day, I was feeling better about stuff, I mean, after my hangover was gone. Over the next couple of weeks I kept thinking about how crazy and sexy it felt to do them. It got so I was feeling distracted all the time. "So one morning I was laying in bed, playing with myself..." I gasped. "So? Like you don't?" She glared at me. "I was doing it quietly so my roommate - I told you about Charla - wouldn't wake up, but I just couldn't come, even though I was thinking about sucking off the two guys. So I got out of bed and put on my robe and went upstairs to Dimitri's room. I knocked on the door, kind of loud so he would wake up. His roommate yelled at whoever it was to go away, but when I said it was me, Dimitri unlocked the door and stepped out. He was naked except for his boxers, just like you, now," she laughed, a little. "He asked me what was up, and I asked him if he remembered what he said about letting me practice. He totally did, and I said I needed to practice now. I could see him getting a boner in his shorts. Guys are such horndogs! I told him to let me in so we could do it. He was worried about his roommate, but I said I'd do him, too, if it would keep him quiet. His roommate was, like, on the swim team or something, and totally gorgeous, so I didn't mind. So we went in. The other guy was asleep again, so we were quiet. He sat on his bed and I dropped my robe and crawled between his legs and started sucking him. I started playing with myself again, too, and when he came in my mouth, I finally came. "It was really exciting. I sucked Dimitri until his dick was soft again, and when I got up to go, his roommate had woken up and was watching us. I told him that if he didn't tell anyone about what he'd seen, I'd do it for him the next day. I told them both that if anyone talked about this, they could forget about it ever happening again. "Nobody talked, and that's how it started. A few days later I got Chuck and his roommate involved, too. Pretty soon as I was doing it every morning. The guys knew the schedule and would just leave their doors open for me when it was their turn. It didn't take long before it was a major habit - I felt shitty if I missed a day, and the only way I could get off anymore was when a guy came in my mouth." I was speechless. "Talking about it, it sounds like a bad deal, but they were always really sweet to me. They even acted kind of like my boyfriends, taking me out for lunch, buying me snacks at the CoPo, or going too movies. In fact, it was like I had FOUR boyfriends. If I wanted company, one of them was always around. Plus, I wasn't distracted anymore, I had, like, more energy, and all my classes seemed easier. It was cool. It was way better than asshole Trent's drama. "Anyway, that all ended when I came back here a week ago. I haven't been able to do it with anybody, and it started driving me crazy. I couldn't make myself come. I felt like crap all the time." "You were acting kind of bitchy," I told her. "That's nice!" she snapped, jokingly. "I know I was. Anyway, I was going crazy last night - I couldn't sleep at all. So I snuck in here and, well, you know." "Wow." "Yeah." "You totally need to do it, huh?" "Yeah." "Okay," I said. I was very, very conflicted. Part of me felt unbelievably lucky, but I was sort of icked out while still being turned on. "It was great. I mean, it's weird with you being my sister, but it was great. If you need too, you can do it with me." "Okay," she said. "Thanks. I can't go on this way, though. I'm going to try to stop." "Yeah, I think that's a good idea. But if you need me, I'll help you out." "Thanks, little brother. You're a good guy." She hugged me, and I hugged her back hard, her warm breasts squishing against my naked chest. "I love you, Em. I'd do anything for you. Just ask, okay?" "Thanks. I love you too." She got up to leave. "Hey," I whispered loudly, as she got opened the door. " Did you come just then, I mean, when I did?" "Yes!" she said, smiling as she left. - - - - - That's how it started. At first, she skipped three days, but on the fourth morning, before sunrise, she whispered to wake me up when she came into my room, pulled off my boxers so I was completely naked, and climbed between my outstretched legs, sucking my cock hard. We both came quickly as she drained the juice from my swollen balls and cleaned me off with her tongue, swallowing every drop. When I was soft again, she got up, kissed my cheek and left. Next, she skipped two days before she came back and did it again, then one day, and finally, she came to my room three days in a row. "Not working out, huh?" I asked her, after we were finished one morning. "I guess not. Maybe I should have just gone cold turkey. It would be easier if you weren't around." "What about Dad? He'd still be here." "Eww! Gross. He's too old. Plus, Mom's here. I don't think that even I'm that depraved, little brother." She kissed me on the cheek and left. So it went. I expected her every day. I started sleeping in the nude. She stopped waking me up before starting, and I would always awake to the feel of her sweet, hot mouth on my cock. I knew what she meant about feeling better. I had more energy, I felt smarter. I got a lot of praise from my boss at the hardware store for the good job I was doing. He even gave me a raise, which made my folks proud. I was getting more endurance in bed, too. It took her longer to make me come, and she seemed to enjoy it more. I think the anticipation worked her up, so when I finally shot off, she would have a strong, quaking orgasm, moaning around my cock as I filled her mouth with hot, slippery come. I was coming a lot more, too. I think the regular exercise was training my balls, or something. They seemed bigger to me, and one morning when she miss-timed a blast of my juice, she started coughing and coming at the same time. She laughed about it afterward and told me that I was definitely making a lot more semen than at first - she said sometimes she could barely swallow fast enough. Anyway, it was all coming to an end for us. Too soon, she had to go back to school to start her sophomore year. She talked Mom into letting her get an apartment with her old roommate Charla instead of living in the dorms for another year. I think she wanted to try to quit again, and I was really worried about her. You can't go around giving random guys in your apartment complex blowjobs, right? I told her that she had to email me everyday and let me know how she was doing, kind of like I was her AA sponsor. She promised to, and I hoped for the best. - - - - - Then Emily left. A week went by. I missed her blowjobs, but more than that, I missed her and I worried about her. Then I started getting emails. She was really down, but was coping. It had been a whole week since she had last sucked a guy off - me - and she was tired and cranky all the time. I suggested she try hypnosis or something, like people who want to quit smoking. I don't think she did. But everyday for the next week, the emails came. I felt like she was falling farther and farther down. I was supposed to start school in a few days, too. My senior year. Worrying about my sister, I just didn't have the energy for it. - - - - - The next morning, I dreamt that a beautiful girl held my penis in her mouth. I could see only the top of her head, her sandy blonde hair hiding her face from my view. She was sucking me, blood slowly filling my growing organ. When I was erect, she bathed my cock from top to bottom with her tongue, but took it only shallowly into her mouth, her lips wrapping around just under the mushroom head as she whirled her tongue around. Over and over again she teased my pulsing member, her lips, her tongue causing me almost unbearable pleasure as she drove me nearer and nearer to climax. The heat and wetness of her mouth was exquisite. In my dream, when she parted her bangs with her fingers and looked sweetly into my eyes, I came, gushing a torrent of boiling ejaculate into her mouth as waves of tangible bliss wracked my loins, sending spurt after spurt of hot cream up my throbbing rod. "Wait a minute," I thought. "I never come in my dreams!" So I woke up. Holy shit! I crawled frantically up the bed, away from my sister Michelle, dragging my still thick cock from her wet lips. Come splattered around her mouth. "Holy shit, Shelley! What are you doing?" I whispered furiously. "I thought you needed it!" She furiously whispered back, my jism drooling from her mouth. "I'm trying to do it just like Em used to do!" Shelley was my fifteen year old little sister. "What are you talking about?" I lied. "I saw you dozens of times! She would come in here in the morning and suck your dick." She pulled the neck of her loose T-shirt up to her face, wiping at the come on her chin and cheeks. "That was private, you shouldn't have been spying." "I know," she whispered back angrily, "but you shouldn't have been doing it, either!" "Oh shit, Shelley." I said. "Let me explain." I told her all about Emily's problem. "Oh, that explains a lot," she said. She had crawled up the bed and now sat beside me, crosslegged. My dick, now soft, was lying wetly on my leg, a trail of runny semen dribbling down my inner thigh. "You were both so cool this summer, and really fun to be around, but now everything seems crappy. "Well, I am really worried about her. I want her to be okay." "Me too. But I want you to be okay, too, Mike," she told me. "I love you, and I want you to be happy. I could tell you were feeling bad, and I thought that maybe you just missed Em a lot after all the stuff you guys did together. I thought if I took over for her, you would feel better." "Thanks, Shelley. I love you, too," I said as I hugged her. "You don't have to do this again, though, okay?" "But I want to!" she blurted out. "I want to do it. If I didn't want to I wouldn't have, stupid." I looked at her quizzically. "Yeah," she continued, "I want to. You two weren't the only ones getting off when Em came in here. I used to rub myself while I spied on you. I came lots of times. It got so it was all I could think about when I went to bed at night. Now with Emily gone, I'm horny all the time. And I haven't been able to come right for two weeks!" Holy crap. "So, you want to take over for Emily, huh?" I asked. "Uh, yeah. Duh." "Okay." I shook my head resignedly. "Okay? Really? Cool, because that was pretty fun, feeling your dick in my mouth. Your skin tasted good, kind of salty - and it's really soft, especially right at the tip, not like I expected at all. Your come, though," she smacked her lips, "might take some getting used to." We were quiet, sitting together on my bed. I noticed she was subtly grinding her wrist against her panty-covered pussy as we sat there. "You didn't finish, did you?" I asked her. "Um," she blushed, pulling her hand from between her legs. "No." "Okay," I said, "I'll help you, too. You know what sixty-nine is?" "Yeah, duh. Everybody knows that." "Yeah, so next time you want to do it, we'll sixty-nine. Right now, though, just take off your panties and I'll do you." She looked very excited, and whipped them off her long, slender legs. "Now what?" she asked. "I'll lay down, and you lay on top of me with your pussy here," I pointed to my mouth. "Oh, okay." I laid down, and she crawled around and straddled my head. Her taut thighs arced over me, framing her virgin pussy, her thin labia covered lightly in curling, damp hairs. Shelley supported herself above me on her arms, allowing her T-shirt to hang loose below her lithe body. I could see her cute, cone shaped breasts jutting from her chest, her nipples puffy and pink. She was looking back at me as I reached up over her back and pulled her tangy-sweet lips down to mine, my tongue sliding through her greasy folds. It was my first time eating a girl out, but she blasted off like a rocket after just a few minutes. The muscles of Shelley's tiny, tight ass clenched and unclenched under my hands as I pressed her sodden pussy to my face, while, fallen forward against my body, she covered her mouth with both hands keep from screaming during her climax. Once she had come back down to earth, I left her panting as I softly lapped up her slick honey. - - - - - I felt better the rest of that day, though I was still worried about Emily. When I got her email, it didn't look promising. She had skipped all her classes for the second day in a row. I was just typing a reply when my IM window popped up. Emily and Shelley wanted me to join their chat. Shelley had blabbed to Emily that she knew the whole thing, and she told her that she and I had done it that morning. I defensively told Emily that Shelley had been spying on us and I didn't have a choice. Emily said that what was done was done. Then she said that she wanted to hear about what we did. Shelley started by describing how she had sneaked into my room and started sucking on my limp dick, until it grew big and hard in her mouth. Then she described what she did with her mouth and tongue, how it felt to her when I started coming, and how I had splashed her with jizz because I was startled. I told Emily about how I asked Shelley to take off her panties and then turned her over me so I could eat her out. At Em's prompting, I described what Shelley's pussy looked and tasted like, and how it had felt when she shuddered though a climax on top of me. I was hard as bone, now, and rubbing my cock through my jeans. Then Emily typed one word: "wait" and we waited. A couple minutes later, she typed again. "woohoo! that was GR8! thanks U 2, U made me cum! HAWT!" Wow. Emily asked us if we could IM her everyday and tell her what we did when we fooled around each morning, and we both agreed. A least one of us made sure to chat with her each day and tell her all about it. It really seemed to work. Emily started to get better. She seemed happier and said she was doing well in her classes again. As far as sex goes, Emily was having no problem making herself come now. She said all she had to do was think about her little brother and sister. Also, she said she was staying away from guys for the time being - she didn't want to meet any temptation. Em and Shelley both coached me, and I got better at eating Shelley's pussy. Often, I tried to make her come as many times as I could before she got me off. Some mornings she was just a quivering, sweaty slip of girl on top of me when I finally blasted my load into her mouth. And Shelley got better as sucking cock. She started to learn how to take me into her mouth until I bumped the back of her throat, but that still always made her gag a little. However, Emily promised to give her deep throating lessons when she came back home after the quarter was over. This was going to be the best Christmas ever!