Morning head and scratching an itch

My eyes fluttered open after feeling weight shift around the mattress.

"Morning, sleepyhead." My naked girlfriend, proudly presenting her half chub in almost every movement, crawled up to me as I rolled on my side to face her and handed me a steaming mug that smelled of my favorite tea.

It really was massive, even considering all the times I've been obsessing over it lately, seeing it drape down far enough to get dragged across the linen covers gave me a more objective, less lust clouded, perspective of her manhood.

"Careful, it's still hot." She warned me and I tentatively sat up against the headboard, both hands holding the santa claus engraved mug.

"Thank you."

"I'm gonna go running, you wanna come? K. You wanna suck my dick before I go? Hehe Go on." She studied me taking a few sips, before proposing to go jog, to which I shook my head 'nah', after that she shook her hips, which shifted my attention in a matter of a single swing that slapped against her thigh, though a few followed that kept my eyes locked on the huge appendage, and I hurriedly handed her the mug to be put aside as I nodded with enthusiasm to a more tempting offer.

I lowered to her crotch and inhaled deeply. Belle has been fucking my ass so much lately that I forgot how intoxicating she was to breathe in.

My lips placed kisses all over while I held eye contact with her, before I caught the rising cockhead in my mouth and wanted to feel it grow inside, but she shimmied back a tiny amount, making me crawl forward to keep her between my lips.

She continued doing this until she stood in front of the bed and I was on all fours with her full erection prying my mouth apart.

Her growth to 15 inches took some getting used to, especially because I think she grew again this night.

I really struggled taking her any further than her huge tip, so I brought my up hands to jerk her into me as my jaw slowly stretched to dimensions I didn't know it could reach.

Despite, or maybe precisely because of, my struggle with her size, I dutifully serviced her, trying to transform this sorry excuse of a blowjob into a proper deepthroat like I had done for her days prior.

"You want me to help?" I only now remembered the person attached to this cock was present and seemed to be just as eager as me to have her use my throat like a fleshlight.

I didn't take her out of my mouth, instead craning my neck so that I could look up at her, my hands on the mattress, while I nodded.

Her hands came down to hold my head and she seemed to enjoy keeping me in suspense as I obediently looked up at her, trying to keep my throat relaxed.

Instead of thrusting inside though, she added some ****, pushing her hips ever so slowly forward, while keeping my head in place.

She made progress despite the insurmountable obstacle I wasn't able to overcome by myself and I soon felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as her tip penetrated my throat.

That was the point where she pulled out, gently, only to move her hips forward again, this time a bit faster, eliciting a lewd wet sound from my esophagus.

She worked inch after inch into me in this fashion, her hips never moving fast enough to be defined as thrusting.

Her contented sighs above me and my muted whimpering becoming more intense with each passing moment.

"Ahhh There you go, babe." She teased, keeping me locked in place as my face touched her pubes and I carefully breathed through my nose, inhaling the scent that made my knees all wobbly, while she gyrated her hips, her huge cock marking every nook and cranny of my throat as hers.

I fought the urge of bringing one of my fingers towards my boyhole, which was helped by actually having to keep to keep my balance. The thought of fingering myself instead of just jerking off was shocking when I first realized how skewed my priorities have become, but, as her huge cock demonstrated in my throat, it only felt natural to ignore it.

She let out a combination of contented grunts and sighs as her hands moved my head up and down her throbbing dick.

It was so sinful and wrong, she was using me like a cocksleeve, a nerdy, suburban boy of relatively conservative upbringing, turned into a hot wet hole to drain her balls into and I couldn't stop shivering at that thought.

"Oaghh I'm close, baby. Can you feel it?" She held still for a moment, balls deep and her cock flexing inside me. "This is a big one, you better not... spill a drop... babe- AAHHHhhh! hoohhh my ghoood"

The paint job her ropes were giving my insides was of a piping hot viscous white and I could tell if they hadn't fired off into me, they would linger in the air for a full second, before arching down and landing on the ground with a heavy thud.

She was so deep there was no point of even worrying for spillage and if it wasn't for her rod spearing my torso and her hands holding onto my head, I would've slumped down in a drunken haze already.

Her cock slipped out of me, as well as a few regrettable drops, as I couldn't hold back one or two coughs.

Belle stood in front of me until I regained my composure, sitting on my knees on the bed, with my feet under my butt, and studied my expression.

I averted my eyes from hers, the confidence she had making me shy, though the second target I defaulted to was pulsing and even more confidently stuck in my direction.

I glanced up at her again for a moment, before my head lowered in the next and I was licking and sucking her clean.

"Good boy." My heart skipped a beat as she kissed my forehead and uttered the words I've only now realized I wanted to hear.

With that, she fought off lingering around any longer and put on some workout fit clothes. I observed how she struggled to conceal her royal scepter and bid my queen a farewell.

The day just started and my belly already sloshed with her load. I wasn't hungry, which was a plus, but I also didn't really know how to spend my time.

I put on clothes for a start, panties were an easy choice, though I struggled with which made my ass look best, that descision though was uprooted when I remembered the dress she mentioned yesterday.

She pointed it out briefly while going through her wardrobe, so I traced back her steps and pulled it out.

There was a set of light blue panties and bra I shied away from yesterday, which she surely bought with this dress in mind, as, while it was slightly less pale, it shared the exact color as the underwear.

The bra still didn't feel right, but I couldn't deny how well it fit me, both aesthetically and size wise, a cup size bigger would complete the look so-to-say, but that thought made me blush too much to actually imagine.

The blue dress also fit well, it was rather conservative and simple in design, the low neckline was supposed to be filled with cleavage, but other than that I liked it. My shoulders weren't bared, but the sleeves could barely be called sleeves, frilly, just like the hem, which ended above my knees.

I spent the rest of the morning looking at make up tutorials and all kinds of stuff I struggled to comprehend as a result of my impulsive change of wardrobe and was delighted to stumble upon a corner of a popular platform that was tailored to my almost exact situation.

Time to test it out eluded me though, as the door banged shut and a disheveled Belle entered the apartment.