She blows him

You nodded, feebly. You didn’t know if you could stop her if you wanted to. And you weren’t sure you wanted to.

“It might take a while, baby. Chris can go a looong time. And he’s haaard work.” She got started surprisingly quickly, daintily running her right-hand fingers down to the band of his boxers before snapping them down. The organ that sprung out literally took your breath away: fully three-quarters of a foot long and as fat as a salami. “Ohh, he has a beautiful cock, doesn’t he, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” you mumble, in spite of yourself, but neither Chris nor Jess seemed to notice. Instead, your girlfriend opened her mouth and began to lick up and down the underside of her ex’s prodigious shaft, and he closed his eyes in anticipation. She’d tilted herself horizontally, so her head was resting across his thigh with her soft, supple ass facing me and her toes pointing off the arm of the couch. While gazing at her legs, you’d missed the moment she moved on from simple foreplay, because his head had disappeared between her lips. She was cupping his balls with her left hand while sucking slowly but deeply. You felt both astonished that she could get such a huge member so easily in her mouth, and a bit of a chump watching your girlfriend fellate her ex in front of you having never thought to offer you that pleasure.

“Awww man, isn’t she the best? I’ve missed that gorgeous mouth of yours. You’re a lucky guy, John.” Jess didn’t correct him. She did, after all, have her mouth stuffed with his cock. “Bet you’re enjoying the show though.” He looked at the firm but puny dick sticking out of sweatpants, winked at me and continued, “Go on, give yourself a treat. Enjoy yourself. You know you want to.” You couldn’t help it, and started again to squeeze and rub yourself with your course, dry hand even as you watch your girlfriend service Chris with her soft, wet mouth.

“Yeah baby, glad you’re having a good time too.” Jess had popped Chris out of her mouth to add her encouragement; she was also continuing to ‘encourage’ him, pumping his shaft unhurriedly with her right hand. His penis, slick with her saliva and red with his arousal, looked monstrous besides Jess’ pretty, barely-longer face. “We can have some fun after – this is just for me and Chris to cool down a bit. But go easy on yourself, because this guy,” she smiled up at him, “takes a while to get off.”

Chris looked almost annoyed at that. “Well, yeah, I’m not gonna get off if you use that mouth for chit-chat. Get my cock back in there, and we just might be done here before your new guy comes on his pants.”

“Yeah?” she beamed, almost lovingly, at him. She didn’t make eye contact with me again before dipping her chin to slurp up his organ once more, this time with real fervor, her head bobbing and as her wrist pistoned. You weren’t sure which part of Jess’ comment affected you more: promising ‘fun’ to come, dismissing your self-control, or admitting she planned to bring Chris to orgasm. You were overwhelmed with disgust and lust, and masturbated furiously.

The scene descended into a bizarre, erotic race. Jess wasn’t making any movements or sounds except to suck off Chris, who had gone quieter as the blowjob intensified. You started to wonder whether he’d give much warning before he finished, and what kind of routine they had for ‘cleanup’ – you didn’t know whether Jess was a spit or swallow kinda gal and frankly hadn’t really pondered it before. You guessed you were going to find out. Meanwhile you could feel my own orgasm building, your own pathetic balls getting ready to leak out their own sick excitement.

“Ahh,” exclaimed Chris, “from the look on your dude’s face, babe, I’m about to win.”