Megan's Miday Dose

“Sooo, feeling ok?” you asked uncertainly to Megan.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s just a lot of work to go through all of this,” she began as pulled her shirt back off, revealing her pink bra from earlier. “And whenever the addiction gets strong, I just feel so irritated.”

“I’d say I understand, but…” you stepped forward, heart thumping in your chest. The chair sank under your weight as Megan sank to her knees before you.

“How are you holding up?” she asked from below.

“Me?” you were caught by surprise at the question. “I mean, fine.”

She rolled her eyes and reached up to unzip your pants. “Yeah, you seem like it. I’m talking about your dick, though.”

“Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. I–hold on, let me.”

She leaned back as you reached down to take off your pants. Her fingers had struggled with the zipper as it strained over your growing cock. When your pants fell away and your boxers rose dramatically around your erection, she simply sighed.

“This would be a whole lot easier if you were small, you know.”

“I’ll take it into consideration,” you said with a cocky grin.

“Oh Christ. You men. Every time you get a compliment, you all act the same.”

“Should I be sad at how difficult my big cock is to suck?” you smirked down at her.

“Maybe, yeah. You should be mourning my jaw,” she drawled as she tugged your boxers down over your cock. When it sprung free, she swallowed heavily in anticipation and eyed it for a moment.

“Is it very sore?” you asked, trying to maintain the conversation as the lesbian hungrily looked at you.

“Yeah, actually,” she answered absentmindedly. She idly reached out a hand to grasp it between her delicate fingers.

The touch still sent butterflies into your stomach and made your hairs stand on end. Simply put, she still felt forbidden, no matter how often you had cum in her mouth.

“You have work to do?” she asked from below after managing to tear her eyes off of your cock.

“Uh huh,” you nodded as her thumb brushed back and forth against the delicate underside of your tip. “I’d love to relax over here more, but duty calls.”

“So I better make this fast then, huh?” she said so softly you were not sure if she was talking to herself. Her eyes came up to yours with a strange expression, soft and needy. Drawing in a steadying breath, she brought her mouth down and dragged her tongue, painfully slowly, along your shaft.

“Jesus,” you gasped. In this position, your cock was resting on her face while her tongue ambled its way along your length. And all the while, those blue eyes held yours. It was such a mesmerizing sight you almost forgot about her tits as they hung tantalizingly in arms reach.

“How,” she asked breathily around your cock. “Can I… make you cum… quicker?”

Your heart hammered in your chest as Megan slowly worshipped your cock. Inside, you had an immediate answer and the thought of her lips wrapped around you sent a jolt up your spine. Trying to be professional as ever, you cast about for another answer to her question… but you really did need to get going.

“I… well…” You looked down at her and the question in her eyes. Her needy eyes. In the back of your mind, a thought rose. Maybe she needed you to be the one to ask for it?

“If… you want me to be quicker…”

“I do,” she breathed, hot breath cascading over your groin.

You were silent for a moment as courage and lust built, in equal quantities, within you–though your heart served as a rhythmic drumbeat that pulsed into your cock.

“Suck it, then.”

You were afraid it would come out timid, instead it was calm and measured. As if you told lesbians to suck your cock all the time, judging by your tone. Was it too commanding? Too stern? The last thing you wanted to do was to come across as some creepy bastard… not that it would be too inaccurate.

But then she leaned forward, hesitantly, and took you into her mouth. Her eyes shot up to gauge your reaction to her lips engulfing you. One of her hands came up just to hold your shaft, as though to stabilize it against some unseen force. Her teeth scraped you gently, making your cheek twitch.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“Your teeth scraped me, it’s ok,” you said back softly.

She nodded and leaned back down to take you back in. This time, her lips wrapped around her teeth as though some part of her remembered what Rachel had taught her on that first night. Her hand on you remained unmoving as she focused her mind on the process of actually sucking you off.

It was a slow process, given her relative lack of experience. At first, when she began to bob her mouth up and down, it was only over your head. And to be fair, you were large. Enough that when she tried to take you deeper than that, she gagged and pulled herself off of you.

“That’s ok, take your time. Don’t push yourself too much.”

She held a hand over her mouth and glared down at your cock, rigid but now gleaming in her spit. Nodding to your words, she brought herself back down to you.

“Fucking big cock,” she whispered angrily, before taking you back into her mouth.

“Heh,” you huffed out a laugh. “Yeah yeah, I know.”

She rolled her eyes between your legs, but resumed moving herself up and down your cock. She no longer tried to take you too deep, but she did pick up the pace. The sound of her trying to slurp up the saliva before it could drip down as it had always previously done began to permeate the room. If Rachel was still upstairs, there was a good chance she was now able to hear the wet noises of her twin sister sucking you off with aplomb.

“My big dick doesn’t seem to be stopping you,” you teased breathlessly

Anger flashed across her face at your words as she slowed. She seemed ready to pull off and offer some retort, but then her eyes fluttered close and she moaned around your cock. Her cheeks hollowed and her tongue greedily rubbed your head. The thought that this proud lesbian had been about to respond to your teasing, only to be silenced by the taste of your precum, was enough to make you chuckle in any circumstances. As it was, you only felt a pulse of arousal.

“Taste that good huh?” you teased again.

This time, she made no move to respond. Her mouth continued up and down your cock, coating it with spit. Her moans picked up as a steady stream of precum oozed into her mouth on par with your own approaching orgasm. She brought both hands up to steady your cock while she bobbed up and down over your broad head.

“Fuck… Megan,” you moaned.

She looked up at you with blue eyes stained red and watery, but only for a moment before she looked back down to focus on her task. Up and down, wet slurping noises issued from her mouth. Below, her tits jiggled with the repeated movement.

“Jesus christ, you’re getting better at this. By the time we find a cure, you’ll be the best lesbian cocksucker out there.”

She moaned in response, full of hunger and submissive need. It encouraged you, but you tried to temper your lustful courage with the understanding that she mostly acted this way due to the addiction. The taste of cum had a known mind-altering effect.

“Megan,” you moaned as your orgasm approached. “Megan, you’re so good. I’m… I’m gonna cum… Fuck!”

Pleasure roiled through you like lightning striking every nerve. You felt yourself pour into Megan’s mouth like a river through a dam. You contained your movements as much as you could, though you wanted to arc up and thrust into her mouth. Hell, you wanted to grab her hair and fuck her throat. But you held back while her mouth maintained its pace.

But she made her own noises over your groans of pleasure. She whined pathetically as she swallowed your cum. Pleasure receptors fired off in her brain as your cock pulsed in her mouth, spilling your seed over your tongue and down her throat. Her throat bobbed relentlessly to take it all into her stomach and feed her addiction. Some of it spilled out of her lips and down your shaft, collecting on her fingers where they still held you.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you moaned, quieter now. Her mouth slowed down as your orgasm lulled and faded. Cum still pulsed out occasionally, drawn by the suction of her mouth and stroke of her fingers. Only when she was sure you had no more left to give did she release you with a loud pop and suck the remained off of her fingers.

You watched her clean her digits with a look of pure contentment. Her lips were puffy from so much dick sucking and her hair was disheveled, but she looked very happy. When she was done, she reached up to massage her jaw at the joint.

“Big ass cock,” she muttered ruefully.