Beth and I became friends as undergrads. We both had jobs working in the kitchen of OSU’s medical center. Early mornings and long shifts drew us together. One night, I was hanging out at Beth’s apartment. I came by after a brutal double. Her place was a few blocks from the hospital and she had promised beer, so I decided to swing by before heading home.

I was surprised to see her looking a little flushed when she answered the door. She was a small girl–almost a foot shorter than me–and always wore a pair of wireframe glasses.

“You’re looking a little red,” I nodded at her, shedding my winter coat as I walked into her kitchen. “Are you okay?”

“Hm? Oh–yeah, I always get a little flush when it’s this cold.”

She was dressed casually, a pair of short grey sweatshorts and a matching, cropped crewneck. I admit, I did tilt my head a bit when she opened the fridge, bent over, and spent a few seconds digging for two PBRs in the back.

I had the sense of some kind of mutual attraction between us, but we had always fallen more on the “bros” side of the friend line, which was perfectly fine with me. Of course, this didn’t prevent me from occasionally wondering what Beth was like in bed. So, in that moment, I couldn’t help entertaining a brief fantasy of walking up behind her, sliding my fingers along the waistband of her shorts, and slowly pulling them down.

Throbbing.

Those thoughts mostly dissipated as we drank and chatted at her kitchen table. It was a conversation that turned from work gossip to the death of David Lynch and, naturally, a recounting of our favorite Twin Peaks characters. But things took a turn when Beth passed me her laptop so I could finally take over the bluetooth speaker. She had quite a few tabs open on her browser (Safari, really?) and there was the telltale orange of Pornhub among them.

Obviously, I clicked on it.

“‘Small girl sucks big cock’, huh? Sounds like a classic in the making.” I winked at her before swapping the music to Interpol.

Now she was beet red. “What?”

“I’m just teasing you. Everyone looks at porn, but it’s always fun to see what preferences someone has.”

“I was just doing…research.” She was nervously curling one of her loose strands of hair–a deep, coffee brown–around her finger.

“Hmmm, that’s what I always like to say too.” I swapped back to the porn. “Oh, this one looks a little intense.”

“She has a good technique,” Beth was back to being her normal, cheeky self.

“Ah, studying it, huh? To use in the future?”

“Maybe.” She flicked her eyes towards the window, pretending to be distracted by something outside.

“I mean, have you ever even deepthroated a cock?” I did my best to ask casually, but I was getting a little heated from the direction the conversation was heading.

“Of course I have! What do I look like–a prude?”

“How many?”

“Two whole cocks!” She held up two fingers, pushing them right against my nose.

“At the same time?”

“Oh my god, don’t be stupid.”

“Did you at least get all the way to the balls?”

“I mean, essentially.” She shrugged, as if humblebragging.

“Girls always struggle with me.”

“Oh, right, you’ve got a great big monster cock, huh?” She giggled as she finished her beer and grabbed us two more.

“I mean, I guess so. No one has ever gotten all the way to my balls.”

“Whatever. You can’t be that big. That’s what every dude says.”

I shrugged, “Hey, if you wanna find out, you’re welcome to. But I’m motherfuckin’ Honest Abe over here.”

“You’re full of it. You just want me to touch your cock.”

“I’m just saying, there’s no way you could take it. So, it’d be better if we didn’t go down that path. I don’t want you to disappoint yourself.”

Now she looked a little pissed. Her mouth hung open for a second, “Excuse me? I told you that I’m very good at sucking cock.”

“I don’t think you used the phrase ‘very good.’”

“It was implied.”

“By the fact that you’ve sucked two whole cocks?” Now I pushed my fingers into her face sarcastically.

She slapped her hand against the table. “I will deepthroat you right now, right here.”

I raised an eyebrow. “So, are you going to ‘essentially’ take my cock to the hilt are you’re going to actually swallow it?” My jeans were bulging noticeably now and I caught Beth eyeing me.

“I mean, yeah, obviously. I told you I can take it, didn’t I? I’m a pro–basically.” She crossed her arms and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“Oh wow, yeah, okay, I didn’t know you were such an expert at sucking cock. You seem like such a sweet girl.” Though I couldn’t be too sure, I had the sense she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her cropped sweater was a little loose, but when she squeezed her arms against her sides–which she seemed to be doing deliberately–I could just make out the slight evidence of her nipples pressing against the cotton.

“Hmph, I am a sweet girl and I’m very good at getting people off. They aren’t mutually exclusive.” Beth was pursing her lips, pretending to be offended by my comment.

“Fair point. In fact, the former often enhances the latter.”

She set her PBR down, crossed her legs, uncrossed them. “You’re hard right now, aren’t you? Is this conversation turning you on?”

“Maybe a little. Wanna see?” I grabbed her chair and pulled it closer to mine.

Soon, her hand was running along my jeans, then undoing my belt, my zipper, slipping inside my boxers. When she clasped my shaft, her eyes went wide, “What the fuck? How are you so big?”

“I don’t know if I ever mentioned it, but I grew up downstream from the 3M plant. So, y’know, it’s a mutation. I’m probably gonna die young.”

“We’re all gonna die. At least you’ll have lived that big dick life. Christ.”

I was really turned on now, my cock throbbing against her small palm. Still, I played it cool, taking another sip of my beer while she intently examined the thick vein running along the underside of my shaft. “Are you committing this to memory? Gonna paint a portrait for me?”

“I’m just–” she stammered slightly, my cock pulsing against her fingers. “I’m just getting my bearings. That’s all.”

She licked her lips, looked up at me, and slowly lowered her mouth to my thick cockhead. I leaned back, groaning as her wet warmth spread over me, her tongue quickly settling right against my frenulum, pressing firmly as she sucked me. My cock’s nearly as thick as the base of a beer bottle, so I could see that Beth was already struggling to open her mouth wide enough to fit me. But, naturally, it always turns me on when girls struggle to take me. My tip pulsed against the roof of her mouth, then slowly pushed along it as she tried to move her hips further down my shaft.

I felt a strand of spit running towards my balls, “That’s it. I think you’ve got about…” I paused, leaning to the side to get a better look at Beth’s attempt at swallowing me, “three of eight inches. So close!”

She glared up at me, clearly not entertained by my sarcasm.

“Okay, fine,” I rolled my eyes, taking another sip of my beer and setting it down, “I’ll give you a little help.” I wrapped one hand behind Beth’s neck, grasping it firmly and pushing her against my cock. My other hand slipped beneath her sweater and found that–yup–she wasn’t wearing a bra. My thumb and forefinger wrapped around one of her nipples–pert and a very lovely size–and rolled it back and forth. I could feel her moaning against my shaft as I shoved her further down.

“You’re a pro, right? So why don’t you suck my cock like such a good little expert?” My fingers pushed up the back of Beth’s scalp, twisting in her hair, digging in, pulling her closer. I was really turned on now and I wanted her to absolutely gag on my cock.

It didn’t take long for some of those lovely glucking noises–the ones that indicated she really was trying–to escape from her throat. I was largely in control now, pushing her head back and forth, trying to shove just a few more millimeters into her mouth each time. After getting her a little more than halfway down, I gave her a break.

Well, kind of.

I slapped my cock against her cheek. Rubbed it up and over her forehead. Left a lovely trail of spit mixed with precum everywhere I went.

“How are you doing, Beth? Do you wanna tap out? I won’t think less of you.”

“Oh shut up,” she grumbled as I thumped my cock against her nose. “I can totally deepthroat you. I’m just getting warmed up.”

“If you say so,” and with that, I was back into her mouth. I stood up now, pushing her back against the table as I began to fuck her face. I took it slow, trying to push harder and harder against her gag reflex with each thrust.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

Her noises were getting louder.

I was still barely over halfway down her throat, but she was being a helluva champ about it.

“That’s it, you can take it a little bit further. Fuck. There it is. That feels fucking great.” She seemed to enjoy me cheering her on, because her hand moved down her shorts and, presumably down whatever pair of panties she was wearing–if she was wearing any. She alternated between looking up at me and closing her eyes tight. I kept pushing, trying to shove my cock further into her throat.

“You talked such a big, oof, fuck, there it is, game, but you can’t even get to my balls, can you?”

She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, opened wider, mouth stretching, trying to take more of me. Part of me wanted to really push her. But I also wanted to cum. Decisions, decisions.

“I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth. Can you do that?”

“Mhm, mhm,” she nodded and began to suck me more aggressively. Her fingers moved more rapidly too, tight, small circles under her shorts.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” it came on a little more suddenly than I anticipated. Something about the entire situation dawning on me–my friend, co-worker–sucking my cock. Gagging on it, really. Doing her absolutely damnedest to get more than five inches down her throat. Both hands on her head now, tousling her hair, squeezing tight. My pace picking up. Fucking her throat. Fucking owning it. About to lose it.

“Here it comes, here it comes. Fuck.” Pulsing in her mouth. Hands gripping her scalp tightly. Rope after rope after sticky rope of cum shooting over her tongue. “Swallow it, swallow it,” I was a little breathless but she was swallowing it, her fingers still working wildly inside her shorts until–

“Ah!” She tensed up, her lips closing tight around my cock, sucking out the last drops of semen as she came against her palm. My cock was still in her mouth, pulsing intermittently, while she came down from her own orgasm. Slowly–given the sensitivity of my cockhead–I slid free, letting my cum-drenched cock run along her chin before it fell against my thigh.

We were both breathing heavily, trying to process what had just happened.

“Well,” I broke the silence, staring down at Beth, who still had her sweater bunched above her tits, “you missed a few inches. Not quite essentially deepthroating me.”

“Okay, hey, but, like, listen, you’re kinda stupid big.” She poked at my flaccid cock. “C’mon, you said it was a mutation.”

I chuckled, “I told you it was big to begin with. That’s on you–talking so much shit.”

“I was just warming up! If you kept going I could have swallowed all of it!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I pulled up my boxers, “I guess it’d be easier for you to take in your pussy.”

Beth was hastily reassembling herself, straightening her sweater, and putting her bedraggled hair into a loose topknot. She paused when she heard the word pussy. Her eyes narrowed, “What are you getting at?”

“Hm? Nothing, I’m just saying that, because you can’t deepthroat me, it’d probably be easier for you to take me in your pussy.” I knew what I was doing.

“I bet you’d like that.”

I shrugged, “Maybe. Guess it depends how well you take it.”

Beth started to turn red, “Obviously I know how to take it. I think we’ve been over this.”

I laughed, “Yeah, but, well, you didn’t take all of me, did you?”

“Oh my god, stop it.”

“I’m just saying–how do I know? It’s probably you just talkin’ big game again.”

“Goddamnit.”