Amy the cock gobbler

Beth’s fingers stay gentle in your hair as you take him a little deeper. The head of his cock slides over your tongue, thick and hot, and your jaw aches in a way that feels brand new. Spit gathers at the corner of your mouth. You pull back just enough to breathe, lips shiny, and Ben’s cock rests against them, twitching.

“Fuck,” he mutters, voice strained. “Your mouth… Beth wasn’t lying.”

Beth laughs softly beside you, still on her knees. “Told you she was quick.” Her hand slides from your hair down to your shoulder, then lower, brushing the side of your breast. “You okay, Amy? Want to stop?”

You shake your head, the movement small so you don’t lose him. Your fingers are still between your legs, rubbing slow, slippery circles. The lace of the g-string is bunched against your hip; every stroke makes a soft, wet sound. Internally the thoughts won’t settle. I used to be the one getting this. I used to feel a mouth on me and think that was as good as it got. Now I’m the one kneeling, stockings digging into my thighs, pussy so wet my fingers keep slipping, and all I want is for him to tell me I’m doing it right. I want to hear it. I want Beth to keep calling me good.

“Don’t stop,” you manage, voice hoarse around the head of his cock. “I… I like it. I like how it feels.”

Ben’s hand tightens just a fraction in your hair. “Yeah? You like sucking cock, Amy?”

The question lands straight between your legs. Your fingers press harder against your clit and your hips rock forward on instinct. A shaky moan vibrates around him. Yesterday I would have laughed at this. Yesterday I didn’t have these lips, these breasts, this aching empty place that clenches every time he talks to me like that. You pull off just long enough to answer, breath hot against his wet skin.

“Yes. I like it. I didn’t… I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

Beth leans in and kisses your cheek, then your jaw, her mouth warm. “You’re doing so well,” she murmurs. “Look at you. On your knees in that pretty lingerie, touching yourself while you suck him. You were so scared this morning. Now look.” Her hand covers yours between your legs for a moment, guiding your fingers in a slower circle. “Keep going. Take him deeper if you want. I’ve got you.”

You open again and sink down, further this time, until the head nudges the back of your throat and your eyes water. The stretch is intense, almost too much, and the low groan Ben lets out makes your pussy clench around nothing. Your free hand braces on his thigh. The stockings whisper as you shift your knees wider. This is me now, the thought flashes, bright and dizzy. This body. This mouth. This wet, throbbing cunt I’m rubbing while my ex watches me learn how to take a cock. I should be terrified. I should be thinking about the warning. Instead all I can think is that I want him deeper, and I want Beth to keep telling me I’m good, and I want to know what it feels like when he finally loses it because of me.

“Jesus, Beth,” Ben rasps, hips twitching forward just a little. “She’s… fuck. She’s really into it.”

Beth smiles against your temple. “I know. My good girl.” Her fingers stroke through your hair again, encouraging. “That’s it, Amy. Just like that. Show him how much you want it.”

The praise sinks straight through you. Your fingers speed up between your legs, slick and frantic, and you moan around him again, the sound muffled and desperate. The lace tops of the stockings bite lightly into your thighs. Spit runs down your chin. You were a man yesterday. Tonight you are on your knees in red lace, mouth full, pussy dripping onto your own hand, and the only thing you can think is that you don’t want to stop.