So Much Cock

And he was everything he seemed to be.

If I was still a man, I would have been intimidated. I would have had a hard time looking away. I would have thought that some guys have all the luck.

Jake was bigger than anyone I'd ever seen before. Maybe nine inches and as thick as a can of coke. Gorgeously even toned and tan with these throbbing veins that webbed up and around the length of him and pulsed with intensity. Uncut, his head was thick and spongy and revealed to me glistening with a bit of precum and below all the rest of him hung his balls, heavy and full and aching for release.

And when you factor in the man had clear and well defined abs and even that V that guys get when they're really fucking cut and fuck, even his thighs were hot. They were hard with muscle and fucking how could thighs be hot? I'd never thought that thighs could be hot before.

Then again I'd never thought that cock could be hot before, but just staring at this one has me positively rolling with need.

I leaned forward, my hands sliding up and around to press on either side of the base of his shaft. My lips tantalizingly teased just beyond the tip of his cock, my lips wettening as I ran my tongue along them and my breath just tickling out at him so that he knows that I'm close.

I let one hand fall onto my thighs and I pressed into the skin of them and then I slid up, deftly flicking open the button of my shorts and undoing the zipper as I shifted so that I could shimmy them and my panties down over my knees and off my feet.

Then giggled, realizing that we matched. Both bottomless. Like a certain honey addicted bear but with none of the innocence in our activities.

No, I had far dirtier things in mind. Though perhaps no less sticky.

I pressed my knees apart as I pressed my mouth forward and my lips connected with the head of his cock at the same time as my fingers found my sex and pushed down and into onto me. I dipped into myself as I took him past my lips and I was filled from both ends, though one was significantly more difficult to manage.

Fuck, Jake was enormous. He was so thick that he made my jaw fucking ache and he was so long that I knew I'd never be able to take all of him. Even something as simple as wrapping my fingers around the base of him to hold him steady was an enormity to me. My fingers not even reaching to meet on the other side because he was almost unbelievably huge.

And yet here on my knees he was mine all mine.

So greedily I sucked at him. I played my tongue over the head of him and I tasted the salty delight of his precum. I lavished the sides of his shaft with kisses and then pulled back and up, pumping my mouth onto the head of him again and again.

And while I did my hand played between my thighs and I kept on pressing into myself. I kept on fucking my sex in time to the way I was fucking my mouth onto his cock and I moaned hard, thrumming agianst him and pushing down to take as much as I could.

It wasn't much. Each time I went down there was a water line of my spit glistening on the length of his shaft and it never even reached a quarter of him.

Because he was so fucking big and so fucking long that there was no way that I could ever possibly take all of him. Because each time I stretched to take him in my jaw fucking ached to the point where it genuinely hurt and each time I pulled back my lips and tongue were numb and tingling with the need to have him again.

And it was so much. It was so damn much I could barely believe it.

But there was no way I could stop myself now.

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