Getting used

The next morning was a little unusual. I woke up on time, which was a happy accident, though I felt a mild soreness in my throat and mandibular muscles as I brushed my teeth, not forgetting the gag reflex exercise I formulated last night.

Belle was already gone so I chatted with Tyler during breakfast until it was time to get ready and I left for my courses.

Friday was always the longest day for me, but even by its' standards it went by horribly slow. Belle assured me not to worry about dinner which was nice, as I only ate a salad from the campus cafeteria.

I was the last to arrive home and everyone was already bustling about in the apartment as I came in.

Derek filled me in on how he and his girlfriend, Tiara, were going to visit her family over the upcoming spring break, hence them going in and out of his room hurriedly filling up a suitcase, mostly Tiara, while Derek got increasingly flabbergasted over the amount of stuff she made him pack.

Tyler was the next to fill me in as he decided to go to his parents house for the break as well due to a relative of his passing away.

Everyone decided to advance the watch party we usually have on Fridays so that Derek and Tiara would be able to start driving the two hour tour in the evening instead of tomorrow morning, where a lot more traffic might be under way. Tyler's train would also leave in the morning so he would be going to bed earlier than what was common on Fridays.

"Some in season cauliflower, fresh sweet potatoes and a filet mignon. Bon appetit, monsieur." I had just put my stuff away in my room, switched into a more comfortable t-shirt and joggers combo and went into the kitchen as Belle, already present and getting something out of the microwave, motioned me to sit down at the round table behind the couch and placed a plate in front of me.

"Ah, mercy coupon!" I tried to play my part, getting a giggle out of Belle for my horrible pronunciation, when Tyler walked out of the bathroom in the hallway.

"It's the same stuff she made for everyone else, Jamie." He stated flatly, disappearing into his room before Belle could shush him.

I was starving and didn't even try to pick up the restaurant roleplay that Belle started as I just started chowing down.

"Don't stuff yourself too much, I've been preparing another special meal for you." Belle leaned next to my ear, whispering in a seductive manner that made it clear what the 'special meal' would be. The food I shoveled onto the fork slid down slowly, as I stopped moving.

She went into her room and left me in an awkward condition that persisted throughout the movie we started watching shortly after, as I lost track of the plot several times thinking about what lurked under her skirt. Belle sat next to me in the left corner of the couch, with Tyler to my other side and the love birds at the far end. Part way through she pulled my hand over and shoved it under the blanket she grabbed beforehand, making me freeze again as I felt the warm bulge. I checked to see if anyone noticed, but after seeing no one bat an eye, I looked at Belle, who simply smiled at me and innocently resumed watching the movie, her hand pushing mine into the abundant meat of her package.

We parted ways quickly after the movie was done, helped Tiara and Derek bring their luggage to her car, said our goodbyes, went back in the apartment where Tyler took a quick shower, before trying to go to sleep, while I wallowed in my room, having just brushed my teeth and trying to find a way to ask Belle for...

A knock on my door, which turned out to be her, solved my internal problem. "Will you come to my room already? I thought I made it clear earlier..." She didn't wait for an answer, leaving the door open as she walked back to her room. The last part spoken under her breath as if I wasn't supposed to hear it.

I followed her without hesitation, trying to suppress my smile as I stood in front of her sitting on her bed and waited to see what she would do.

She stood up, her black knee length skirt betraying a distinct shape right down its center that swayed with each step she took and the fact that she was freeballing. Her hand grazed mine as she walked past me to lock the door and rounded me to stand in front of me again.

We looked at each other for a second, before she grabbed the sides of my head and kissed me. The humor in her being a full head shorter than me but dominating my mouth was lost on me, as I melted in her arms, my hands, previously idle at her sides, found her dangling package and fondled it through the skirt.

I felt her get hard as her tongue searched for mine and could only imagine what it looked like as her cock slowly lifted the skirt. Our kiss broke and we looked at each other for a second, catching our breaths.

"Well someone is happy to see me." She said, acknowledging the little bump in my sweats, while hers pulsed one last time and, fully erect, squeezed between my thighs.

Belle clasped her arms around my back and reengaged the kiss, her hips thrusting back and forth at a leisurely pace.

"Can you suck it for me again? Your mouth felt so good yesterday." She spoke up between kisses, not needing an answer, as I disengaged and fell to my knees.

I opened wide and looked up at her, my tongue lolling out just a little and she took a moment to react. Her eyes fluttered, before she took off her skirt and, with a massive grin, placed her dick on my tongue.

I closed my mouth and slowly moved forward, my lips scraping over her skin as I felt her tip reach the point I was currently stuck on in my brushing exercise and kept pushing.

"Oh my god" Belle whispered as I kept myself as deep as I could go, gagging a few times before I had to come up for air. "Are you okay?" She stroked my cheek and looked down affectionately.

I nodded with a smile and continued blowing her.

Sometimes I used both hands to jerk her into my mouth while letting my tongue dance around the head. At other times I placed them flat on her thighs and bobbed my head, going as deep as I could.

"Oh my god, Jamie. You're so good at that. If only I had known earlier, you could've come in anytime to suck me off. Keep going I'm close." Her words filled me with a strange heat and pride and invigorated me to push her over the edge.

I took her hands and placed them on my head, taking mine to massage her balls in hopes of spurring them on for a bigger load. A single testicle of hers felt like a big hard boiled egg and I swear I could feel them churn under my touch.

It took a few more thrusts, before she froze, kept my head in place and shot her first rope into my mouth.

A single rope filled my mouth completely and prompted me swallow it instantly, the thick hot batter sliding down my throat sent shivers down my spine.

Her cock was parked right outside my esophagus which made it difficult in the beginning, but eventually I got used to it and took her load in stride.

Her load was endless, each shot firing out of her massive cock accompanied by a guttural moan.

I managed to breath through my nose, inhaling her sweaty scent while Belle dumped 15+ ropes into me.

"Wow" She simply stated as the main course was done and halted her movements. Her cock was still steadily leaking cum which I allowed to accumulate on my tongue.

I let her slip out of my mouth and opened wide, showing her her white deluge as we made eye contact. Her eyes went wide as I made a show of swallowing it and opened back up to show her it was all gone.

Her cock, which had been losing some of its rigidity, sprung back up and, with one heavy thud, landed on my face, eclipsing one side completely.

Despite having just cum more than I would in a whole week, she was still hard, the look in her eyes telling me that another serving has just been planned for me.

She grabbed my chin and lead us towards her bed, where she guided me to lay on my back and went around to kneel behind my head. She shimmied forward until her balls were directly above my mouth and simply sat down.

Her sack covered my entire lower face and even though I found it difficult to breath, I loved every second. I worshipped her balls with my tongue, coating them in my saliva, sucking them into my mouth until she suddenly rose.

There was a short moment where she looked down at me and I saw the lust in her eyes. I knew what was coming and kept my mouth open for her.

She assumed a sixty-nine position, planting her hands and knees on either side of my thighs and head respectfully, with her hips raised high to make space for her giant cock.

She missed her entry twice, her fat cock slit kissing my chin and cheeks, smearing precum around, before she raised her hips again and lowered it into my maw.

My experience helped a ton but as she reached the entrance to my throat and I realized I couldn't back off, panic set in.

I tapped her thighs to signal her to stop, but she kept pushing. My screams turned into hums that vibrated through her member as it lodged itself into my gullet.

This was a position where I had no power, her legs pinned me in place with the only option being up and impaling myself even further.

I held out surprisingly long until I started to gag and my whole body tensed up.

Belle got off of me after seeing my visceral reaction and I took a moment to catch my breath.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, it just... felt so good." She apologized, sounding genuinely distraught. "Did you um, did you cum?" She pointed out, which made me rise to check for myself.

I did, I came from deepthroating her. It took a moment to realize but the wetness in my pants was certainly not pee.

"That's so fucking hot... Are you... are you okay to keep going?" She sheepishly asked, face flushed after confirming she made me cum without even touching my pecker, though pride shone through as well.

I was shocked that something like that could even happen, no less to me as a mere week ago I had fantasized about having a girl underneath deepthroating me, but here I am. I looked at her, my eyes imploring her to continue as I felt weirdly empty without her inside me.

She granted my non-verbal wish with joy, a delighted cry rung through the room as she thrust into my mouth again, though this time we agreed to have me in a less dangerous position, with her kneeling and myself on all fours on the bed.

Her glans consistently caught onto the entrance of my throat, dragging me towards her as she bucked her hips back and forth.

I was as red as I could get, my dignity was shattered with the way she was using me, but even more embarrassing was the fact that I liked it.

Occasionally she went deep enough to make her balls swing against my chin and whenever I had to catch my breath she kept her head in my mouth, where I would hum to send vibrations through her member and I got rewarded by copious amounts of pre.

The pattern repeated until the signs of her orgasm, a process I was by now very intimate with, approached and I picked up my pace.

Her moans were like sweet nectar to me as her cock pulsed in my throat, depositing her actual nectar into my tummy.

I pulled back towards the end so that I could taste the last few ropes, but was surprised as I had to swallow due to my mouth being filled to the brim with her relentless load.

My hands milked the last few globs onto my tongue, before Belle collapsed back against the pillows. I suppose even her reserves must be empty at some point, though I wouldn't be surprised if she'd spring up and ask for a round three.

"Fuck I'm drained, literally." She started as I laid down next to her, causing her to turn onto her side to look at me. "Your mouth is so perfect, Jamie. I can't believe I got to take its virginity." She looked pretty tired and just babbled on, probably not realizing how embarrassed her admission was for me.

I regretted not staying with her, but after she fell asleep with a satisfied grin I covered her up and went to get ready to sleep in my own bed.