Testing Out The Fuck Machine

I pick up the massive dildo and just stare at it. It's fucking huge... and still wet. Fuck, so am I. I'm going to have to get used to this. I thought being constantly horny was a typical teenager thing, but this is a whole new level. I'm used to the morning wood, but now its better, because now I can two hand it. I stroke my shaft a couple times with my empty hand and it feels just as good, if not better. All it takes is a few pumps and a steady stream of precum drips down and lets me lube up my shaft. That's fucking handy. No pun intended. A pleasant odor fills the air and I sniff; it's my precum. I'd tried my own flavor before, it was nothing special, but this smelled downright tempting. I'd never felt the urge to taste myself before, but in this world my entire body screamed yes. Before, I might've said "Gay!" in a stupid way, but here there is no gay... only givers and takers... alphas and betas. This was as natural as a hand job here. I leaned ever so slightly and licked a dob of precum off my tip. Holy fuck! That felt good. My tongue felt like a soft wet blanket... in a good way. The flavor though, was other-worldly... like a bar of chocolate that leaves you wanting just one more bite. So I did, no teeth though. I swirled my tongue around the tip as I jerked myself. And shit... plain masturbation had nothing on this. I even wrapped my lips around my massive cock head and sucked on it. Fucking hell. The soft suctioning **** and pleasant cushion of my lips on my shaft felt incredible.

I literally drooled on my cock as I released it. In fact, my mouth was full of spit, a natural reaction from my mouth to precum I guess. Then I noticed the tingling on the tip. My spit had made me more sensitive, amplified the nerve endings and sent even more blood to my member. It felt so good that I wanted to cover my cock with it. I grabbed my cock and shoved it back in my mouth, pushing my throat down it as far as I could go. I wanted to cover my cock with as much spit as possible. I know this wasn't sex, but it felt like sliding into a pussy as I pushed further into my throat. The weirder thing was the way my throat felt. It felt pleasant, verging on orgasmic the way my cock slid into my throat. The same nerve endings in my pussy also lined the inside of my throat. I do recall that that's another reason why meals are a bit more sexual in this world. Seriously though, everything is more sexual in this world.

I had reached a little more than halfway down my cock before my muscles didn't want to retract any more. I could certainly fit more if I really tried, but I was more amazed that I wasn't gagging. I guess that reflex is lessened. I did however, leak spit down my cock like a sieve, making everywhere it touched feel better. It flowed down my shaft, my balls, and onto my pussy. I forgot about that.

I stared at the intimidating dildo I still held in my left hand.