Deepthroat 'til your nose is at the choker! (Blowjob)

You decide to distract your shame with just what the doctor ordered- some thick, meaty goth-cock in between your lips. Just the sight of the girth of this behemoth makes your jaw ache preemptively- you know it'll be a challenge to fit this into your throat. Gulping, half out of nerves and half out of precautionary lubrication, you set to work straight away. Your tongue flops out of your mouth, paired with a strand of mouth-water, the result of the stimulating sight in front of you. Starting with the basics, you begin by bringing your maw to the front of the massive girl-cock, before using the slick surface of your tongue to run straight up and down the bottom of the glans. The girl's cock bobs up and down in brief response, and you hear a coo of satisfaction from her no-doubt black-lipstick covered lips. Spending some brief extra time to appreciate her cockhole- what will be no doubt the source of extensive clean-up later on- you bring yourself downwards, towards the hilt of the shaft. Praising yourself for your clean-shaven grooming, you rub the whole length of your soft face up the length of her phallus, with tantalising slowness, and tongue leaving its trail of spit, tracing your route. The attention you've giving your partner's dick doesn't go unnoticed- you're regularly given feedback as you go by her grunts and groans of resultant teasing. 'That's fuckin' good..' you hear her moan, muffled, as if said through a bitten lip. You repeat your worship until you bring yourself back- satisfied with your lubrication- to reveal a very well-tended to, spit-covered cock.

Now ready as you'll ever be to tackle the beast, you refresh the coating of saliva on your tongue, bringing it briefly in and out of your mouth. Lining yourself up with the front, you once again look down its length, all the way to the raven-black pubes of your partner- who is, by now, fully pressed up against the wall in anticipation, maximising the amount of cock-flesh for your attention. It looks way too fucking thick to fit in your jaw, but you resolve yourself to try anyway. Latching on with your awaiting mouth, you can feel a twitch of pleasure run down her shaft, bulging out her thick girth ever further- if that were even possible. The taste of her cock-flesh assaults your unprepared taste-buds, making your glands sting with over-stimulation. You must look ridiculous trying to fit this thing in your mouth, and are briefly thankful that there isn't a mirror nearby to confirm that. Running your tongue along its full girth, you take in her taste- perfumed, almost- tasting faintly like lavender- perhaps the type of soap she uses. It's pleasant- you find yourself idly running your tongue around the glans for a couple more indulgences, before remembering your mission. Your jaw hurts just fitting the head in- you wince at the thought of how it'll feel afterwards. Closing your eyes and testing the water, you bring yourself forward slowly, extra careful not to get your teeth in the way. Her cock throbs gently in response, flushing additional warmth into your taste-buds with each brief pulse. It's not long until you feel a gag coming- your eyes roll back, and you bring yourself off, gasping for air. A strand of saliva joins you to the object of your attention, and you take a few shallow breaths before plunging yourself back onto its span. This time, you get further, having to wobble your head side-to-side in an effort to fit more of hers in- before again, you gag gently, eyes closing and throat straining. Each time, you've only managed to fit just past the head inside your mouth. Christ, she's fucking massive.

Having almost forgotten there's a partner on the end of the cock, she pipes up, stern confidence replaced by anticipatory arousal. 'You can do better than that!', she chuckles, semi-supportively. 'We've just gotta break your throat in a lil'', she continues. The idea of such is not entirely appealing, given its potential, regrettable consequences tomorrow morning. She brings her cock backwards, and you can see her body shift with it, as if taking a step of breathing-room. You follow her, keen to please, and latch back onto the head of her prick- and not just a few centimetres into your diligence, she bucks her hips forward and shovels an uncomfortable amount into your mouth- you gag, but don't move- keen to feel the success of her balls on your chin. She brings herself back again, and thrusts forward yet again. You find yourself having to scrabble for air through a brief window in between thrusts using your nose, not wanting to pass out in here of all places. Each successive gag is a bit less powerful than the last, and shovels a few more centimetres into uncharted, virgin territory. Going against your better judgement, you bring yourself forward, trying to aid your sword-swallowing routine, until you're at least half-way down her colossal prick. With the next thrust, she hits some resistance, and pipes up while she continues to fuck your throat- 'Looks like you're a.. uhh.. little small to take the whole thing.' she admits, forming words in-between breathless thrusts and grunts. 'That's fine, though..! You're doing great, girl..' You gag a wordless thank you in response, almost missing your window for air as a result.

The goth-girl continues to pound the back of your skull, your jaw growing numb through constant work. Every thrust back and forth feels earth-shattering, in a good way- you can feel her prick breach your throat, bulging its interior outwards with its colossal girth, before retracting, back past your tongue, blessing your buds with that sweet, fading taste- and then the violent thrust back forward, and the familiar rush of lighted-headedness.

Speech brings you back to self-awareness- 'D' you want me to cum down that slutty fucking throat of yours?' the girl taunts, paired with a particularly brash thrust that hits the limit of your cock-sleeve capacity. Once again, you can't respond, only murmuring a vibratory response down the length of her cock. You wonder if you're going to have any say in where she finishes. 'That's a shame though..' she responds to her previous rhetorical question- 'I quite fancy glazing your face.' Not knowing the exact size of her balls, you reckon that's the best option, despite being the messiest- your stomach can only hold so much. Regardless, she presents you an option, telling you she's close- and if you want a facial, to pull yourself off and start jacking- or, alternatively, carry on to swallow a mouth-full.