Sally's Lesson It was a lazy Saturday morning and Sally slept in. She stirredslightly as Tony got up and padded quietly downstairs to make coffee.

She woke again as he slipped back into the room, bearing a tray with cupsof steaming coffee and some fresh croissants. She eyed him with a dreamysmile on her face as he lay the tray down on the bedside table and sat nextto her on the bed. His hand gently brushed her hair from her eyes andhe smiled back at her. "Morning, sleepy head", he said.

"Have some coffee",he offered. Sally sat up and picked up the cup and sipped it. She smiledher approval and murmured, "Starbucks, good". Bad grammar, nice compliment. Sally watched him smear butter on the croissant and took it fromhim and ate it greedily, sipping coffee between bites. They ate and sippedtheir coffee in silence, watching each other, locked in silent communication. They finished their coffee and croissants and Tony tugged at her hand to get her out of bed. She tugged back and gave him her most seductive smile. She patted the bed with her other hand. "Come here, with me", she said. Tony regarded her carefully, and sank back down into the warmth of the covers. She twisted him onto his back, and mounted him. She leaned over and kissed him, the kiss full of longing and desire.

He responded, and put his hands to her nipples, fondling them gently.

Sally broke the kiss and slid down his body, intent on givingher lover a treat. She wanted to prove to him that she could do the sameto him as he was always able to do to her, namely make him reach orgasmwith her mouth.

She had read all the books, and thought she knew what shewas doing. Up to this point in their budding relationship, she had onlyused oral sex as foreplay. He had done the same, but since she could havemultiple orgasms and he could not, it didn't seem fair to her.

This was goingto be her morning to prove to him and to herself that she was his sexualequal and partner. She pulled the gym shorts he wore as pajamas down and tossedthem on the floor.

She regarded his growing erection for a moment,and put both hands on it to tickle it and stroke it. He lifted his arms and putboth hands under his head and watched her with interest. Sally leanedover and took the head in her mouth and toyed it with her tongue. She felthim wiggle under her and heard a quick intake of breath. "Good", shethought to herself.

He was responding just the way she thought he would. She paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and took more of his hardnessinto her mouth. She paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling thelength gave her as it twitched and throbbed in her mouth. His hips flexed,as if to ask for more, but she moved her head up to hold the depth. She suckedon him very gently, and let her saliva coat the taught skin. She gentlypulled her head back for another breath, and repeated the process. Tony enjoyed her ministrations to his engorged organ, but had no idea that she wanted him to go off in her mouth. He had pretty much resigned himself to Sally using her mouth strictly for foreplay, as she had never shown any particular talent at giving head.

And he was too shy to tell her, much less teach her. He reveled in the light, tickly touch of her mouth for a while, then reached down for her so they could play. Sally pulled her head up and pushed him away. She eyed him for a moment, then said, "Relax, I want you to finish in my mouth this time". He laid back down as she renewed her efforts and pondered what to do next. Perhaps if he was patient enough, she could excite him enough to make him cum. It was worth a try.

He relaxed as best he could, and reviewed his most exciting fantasy. It didn't do any good. After about half an hour, Sally's mouth and jaw were tired and Tony was starting to lose his erection. She looked at him, curious and hurt, and wondered why he didn't respond as other men had. Finally, Tony pulled her head off of himself and sat up in bed. He was disgusted with her and her pathetic efforts. Then things went really wrong. Sally started to whine andcomplain and compared him to the other men in her life. Wrong thing todo.

Tony looked her, his face dark with fury. He grabbed her wrist and flippedher over his lap and started to give her a hard spanking with his hand.

Her buttocks turned a bright pink under the rain of blows, andshe squealed and howled at the mis treatment. Finally, he jerked her offhis lap and threw her back on the bed. He looked at her eyes, hard and said,"It takes three things for a good playjob, bitch, and you are zero for three. You need depth, suction, and endurance, and you have none of those. I don't give a damn about other guys, I am me, and if you really care aboutme, then you will learn how to do this". He got up and moved to the bathroomto take a shower. She reached out to him, and touched his arm. He turnedto look down at her. With her head bowed down, she whispered, "Please,let me try again... Teach me how to please you... Please?" He regardedher bowed head and wondered. "I really don't think you have the determinationor desire to be a good lover.

I think you are a greedy self centeredbitch that only cares for her own pleasure.

You don't care aboutme, only about yourself. It would be a waste of my time to teach you how todo this". She raised her head and looked at him. He had never spokento her like this. He was cruel and mean, not like the man she thoughtshe knew. But deep inside herself, his words rang true. She had alwaysthought that men existed for her pleasure, and had never thought that a manwould ever find her anything but marvelous in bed. Being wrong about herselfreally hurt. She looked in his eyes and pleaded again, "Please". Shesaw the cold, implacable fury in his face and shuddered. His eyes softened,just a little, and his face became thoughtful. "All right", hereplied. "One more try". He pulled her onto the floor by the bed and satdown on the edge. He drew her between his knees and grabbed the sidesof her head in his hands. "Let's start with depth", he said, and guidedher mouth back to his softened erection. "Open up, bitch, and swallow itdown your throat. And if I even feel a hint of teeth, then you will get the thrashingof your life". She opened her mouth in acceptance of his words,and felt his length move deep into her throat.

She raised her hands inpanic, trying to keep him from ramming his length down her throat and gaggingher.

"Keep your hands at your sides", he barked, with a voice stillfull of fury. "Breathe through your nose as I pull back, and try to relaxyour throat", he coached. With his hands firmly gripping her skull, heforced himself deeper into her mouth. She had no choice but to accept him. She really started to panic as the head of his length started to probeher gag reflex, but she had no choice. "Choke on it, bitch, I don't care",he snarled, enjoying the feeling her mouth and throat were giving him. He pulled her head back to let her breathe. "We are going to try that again,only a little bit deeper this time", her warned. Her eyes wide,Sally looked at his face and wondered how. She closed her eyes as he tightenedthe grip on his head and forced her mouth over him once more.

Could sheswallow any more? Was she going to throw up on him? The pressure from his hands was inexorable.

He wouldn'tstop pushing her down on his length. She had no way to resist, and was very afraidthat if she bit him, he would become angry enough to really hurther.

She choked again, and as her throat widened from the spasm, he tookadvantage of it and thrust himself even deeper, past her gag reflex. Shetwisted her head in his grip, fighting him, but unable to resist. Then somethingtickled her nose. Her eyes opened and she saw in surprise that hernose was buried in the dense thicket of hair at the base of his length. He heldher there momentarily, then relaxed his grip as she franticallypulled her head away and gasped for air.

"See", he said with a smile, "Now youare a deep throat artist, just like Linda Lovelace". "Now that youknow you can do that, try it without my help". She looked at him. Was it possible? Could she really force herself to do it again? Before she couldgive herself any more time to chicken out, she returned to her task and tookthe head of his length into her mouth.

Sally took a deep breath through hernose and gradually forced his hardness into the depth of her throat. She paused briefly at the gag point, and fought to contain the reflex,then continued on. She felt the tip of her nose bump into his pubic bone andthe length of his length flex in her throat.

She pulled her head away quicklybefore the gagging came back and listened to his sharp intake ofbreath.

"That was wonderful, Sally, now for the next part.

" She regardedhim with fear in her eyes once more.

What more could he want? He gripped her head in his hands once more and twisted herface up to look in his eyes. "Now for the second part", he lectured. "OnceI am deep inside your mouth, suck as hard as you can while you slowlypull back your head. Remember, even though it is called a playjob, theidea is to suck something out. Pretend like you are sucking very thickice cream up the straw of a milkshake". She nodded her head in understanding. He continued, "I want to hear noisy, sucking slurping noisesas you come off. That tells you that you are doing it right". She nodded againand renewed her efforts. She went down on him, her throat getting usedto the intrusion. she concentrated hard, and sucked so hard itwas difficult to pull her head back. Sure enough, her mouth made the loudslurpy noise he had told her about.

She paused and toyed the head and smiledto herself as she heard his gasp of pleasure.

She repeated the process, each time feeling him twitchin her mouth or hear him gasp at the pleasure. His hand went to the back of herhead, guiding her, regulating the depth and the rhythm of her efforts. His hand started to speed up, forcing her to work faster. Finally, she felthis whole body go tense, and his hand forced her down to the very base ofhis length, and she felt the twitching and throbbing in her mouth. She wasafraid the taste would make her gag, but his length was so deep in her throat,she swallowed his seed by reflex and tasted almost none of it. Finally, his hand came away and she pulled her head off his shrinkingerection and toyed it with the tip of her tongue. He twitched and throbbeda bit, and a little bit of goo oozed out the end of his length. She toyedit experimentally and decided that taste wasn't that bad. Then, with a mischievous smile, she crawled on top of him and gave himher best tongue in the mouth kiss. Girls always do that after a play job.