Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 12

Steadying myself I grasped Marc’s balls with one hand, started pumping vigorously with the other and kept my mouth tightly sealed around his head, my tongue lashing at the underside in the way I knew I loved doing on my own.

Marc’s eyes were wide, his breathing ragged and course, “I’m… your… I can’t hold on much longer… you’re going to make me cum” he said with stammering breaths. “Give it to me” I hissed and sunk all the way down his length. His balls tightened and his meat expanded in my throat. As the first splash cascaded out it triggered a chain reaction, sparks firing from my throat, down my spine, igniting that ball of white light and initiating my own orgasm.

I hadn’t laid a single finger on my own cock and it just began to spew load after load out onto the forest floor, I swallowed automatically, barely able to register the taste as it was so deep. I pulled back, still pumping with my hands, eking out every last drop onto my tongue.

I could now taste his essence, and while not as pleasant as my own, it felt every bit as rewarding. My own now softening dick still dripping as waves of my own orgasm began to subside. I cleaned his tool, marvelling at how it went from being so hard and angry to soft and relaxed.

Marc was still breathing hard, and I was too. This had been so intense and I never in my wildest dreams would have thought that I could cum just from giving head, I had an inkling after the way Biggies dildo felt down my throat, but this was so much more. Ellie was right, a real one was so much better, not least feeling responsible for making someone else cum was the maximum power trip, especially a big strong guy like Marc.

While he caught his breath I gently suckled on his now soft cock, licking it clean and buying myself time while I clumsily tucked my own limp dick back inside my panties. It wasn’t quite as neat as I would usually, but under the circumstances it would do. I rose unsteadily to my feet, pulling his shorts back up so he wouldn’t look down at the mess I’d made.