I Didn't Want to Get Married

Part 21

Just hearing (Y/N) suggest fellatio made pressure surge anew through my length. "Ah, no... But please don't feel as though you are obligat-"

(Y/N) sat up, a fierce look of determination on her face. "If you don't give me any guidance, Andrew, so help me, I'll be forced to figure it out on my own! I'm not marrying you without having administered oral pleasures to your genitalia!"

(Y/N) crossed her arms under her bosom, having clearly administered her final verdict. Honestly, I had never heard such bizarre logic! "Very well, I'm just worried you'll be terribly displeased with the, eh, end result. Do you know what happens," goodness... I felt my face turning red as a tomato, "when a man reaches his end?"

I sat up, shuffling, not wanting to confess to the fact that fluid shot out of my penis, yes, the same hole as urine, but knowing it was unavoidable. She'd certainly figure it out eventually. (Y/N) nodded, matter-of-factly. "Men spend themselves." She pointed at my urethra. "I bet it comes out of there!"

I cringed. "Yes, but, well... There's generally a fair amount, and not all women care for the taste. So, if a woman is pleasing a man with her mouth, she needs to keep an eye out for signs that he is approaching his climax, so as not to be surprised. I wouldn't want you to choke."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "Why do women not just spit it out, if it is disgusting?"

Demoralized, I shrugged. "I suppose they know it hurts the feelings of their men."

(Y/N) looked at me for a moment, then put a hand tenderly over one of mine. "Andrew, I will do my best to swallow your revolting spend, but please don't be angry with me if it's simply too foul." And without further ado, (Y/N) bent down and took me in her mouth!

Oh my God!

It was so soft, warm, and wet! After a moment I was able to compose myself enough to speak. "Generally, you go up and down, as with hands, and you provide a little suct-ahhh..."

I felt like we fit together so well, like I filled (Y/N)'s mouth. I could feel her tongue pushing against me, pressing against the underside of my shaft. Her teeth grazed my head and I knew I wouldn't last terribly long.

Tentatively, I reached for (Y/N)'s hair, and held it out of her way, half in a stupor. She took a little break to breathe, panting, as saliva ran down her chin, and I felt myself throb with urgency. "I have an idea!" (Y/N) started stroking me vigorously as she finished catching her breath, making me groan.

When (Y/N) took me back in her mouth, she kept her hand around my base, and started working the part of my member she couldn't reach. "(Y/N)... God!" She looked up at me, and I knew, at any moment, I could, I would-

"(Y/N)! Nnggh!" Instantly, I was totally vulnerable and helpless; a slave to the rapture and bliss that overcame me. All I could do was watch as (Y/N), my future bride, swallowed every last drop of the semen she had coaxed out of me.