Becca was slurping and sucking my cock like it owed her money. After a minute or so, without breaking at all, she reached behind her and felt for Emma’s hand. She grabbed it and started pulling her forward, and Emma glided towards my cock in a trance and collapsed onto her knees.
John was still silent as stone.
Becca took my cock out of her mouth and turned her attention towards Emma: “The two things you need to get used to the most are the width and the weight. See how heavy it feels in your hand? And see how big and bulbous the head is? It can be tricky to open your jaw wide enough for it…”
She continued giving her a lesson on Big Cock Sucking and let her do a “hands-on-tutorial.” Emma placed my cock in her mouth and started sucking on the tip. Becca began to encourage her like an over enthusiastic school teacher: “Good job! I’m so proud of you, you’re doing a great job!”
Then without any warning, Emma deepthroated the entire thing. Her nose touched my belly button, and she bobbed her head back and forth a few times before coming up for air and gasping.
Becca’s jaw was on the ground. She was floored. I was shocked and absolutely pleased, as it felt amazing. Becca had never made it past the halfway point.
And John… poor John was stunned. He broke his statue-like demeanor ever so slightly as his eyes went very wide at what he had just seen.
“I’ve always had no gag reflex... and my mom always said I had big mouth,” Emma giggled.
“More.” Becca ordered in admiration. “Again.”
Emma deepthroated me again. It’s the first time I’ve ever touched the back of someone’s throat and it felt amazing. Moreover, she’s kind of a buff girl, and her grip was like a vice. Both her hands combined with her amazing throat made this one of the best blowjobs of my life. She blew me for about 10 minutes before I announced that I was getting close.
Once I announced that, Becca immediately ripped Emma off of me and proclaimed “NOT YET.”
She turned to Emma and ordered her to take off her pants. Without question, Emma obliged, stripping off her jeans, leaving only her bright pink panties.
“Get on all fours.” Becca continued.
As Emma did so, Becca removed Emma’s top and bra, revealing her gorgeous set of humongous, D-cup tits swinging below with a pair of perky, delicious, eraser nipples. Meanwhile, she motioned for me to move behind Emma and prepare to mount her.
“Eh-ehm!” John made his presence known in the background. We had forgotten all about him. “I think a condom is necessary,” he suggested. His voice actually cracked a bit when he said that, lmao.
“Oh, right,” Becca responded, “Okay, we’ll start with a condom.” She quickly reached for her purse and pulled out my brand, ready to go.
I slipped the condom on and started rubbing Emma’s sweet pussy with my head, and this caused her to start rocking her hips back towards me. Her eyes were closed and she started moaning lightly.
At this point, Becca moved in front of Emma and gently stroked her face, giving her instructions: “Listen, I need you to breathe okay? In through the nose, out through the mouth? Okay? Let’s practice.”
Emma started her meditation exercises, and Becca turned back towards John: “Are you going to join us?”
John cautiously rose from his seat and came down next to Becca in front of Emma. Becca, still clothed at this point, began to strip and indicated for John to do the same. Becca exposed her beautiful, slender body, dropping her bra to reveal her perky, round tits. John reached over to lightly touch her, but Becca, like the faithful girl that she is to me, quickly slapped his hand away and laughed lightly “I didn’t mean join us like that.” She saw that John was rocking his four-inch erection, giggled to herself, then reached over and gently flicked it down with her index finger, causing it to bob up again. She’s the fucking master of mind games.
She then turned her attention back towards Emma: “Keep breathing, baby. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”
Becca gestured for me to start. I gingerly slipped the tip in.
Emma let out a not-so-quiet-but-not-too-loud “oh”.
“Keep breathing, babygirl.” Becca cooed. She kept giving her instructions and rubbing her back, face, and arms to help her relax.
Millimeter by millimeter, I inserted and removed my thick cock. I made sure to go really slow so as not to hurt Emma. Once I reached the halfway point after around 10 minutes, Emma was letting out loud moans of ecstasy.
John was completely fixated on Emma’s contortionist facial expressions. He did not touch himself, and he did not move. He went back to his stone self, watching and absorbing her every reaction.
Becca got me some lube and indicated for me to get this show on the road. So I started pushing deeper, until eventually I comfortably bottomed out in Emma, who was practically (but not quite) screaming and writhing when I reached the base.
Once I safely bottomed out, it was go time. I started to increase the pace of my strokes along with the length. Emma’s breathing increased rapidly and she started letting out some loud fucking grunts. My thighs were slapping her fat, amazing ass, and my cock was sliding seamlessly through her wet pussy.
Becca was cheering me on, literally shouting at me “FUCK HER BABY!”
John was breathing heavily and gripping his cock very tightly while staring straight at Emma.
“Look at her!” Becca shouted at John “fucking look at her!”
“I am!” He yelled right back.
“No!” Becca barked. She motioned for me to slow down. “Look at her!”
I slowed down enough so that Emma could regain some composure as Becca ordered her to open her eyes. Once she did, Emma grabbed John and forced him at eye level with Emma.
“Look at her! Look into her eyes!”
Becca motioned to me to pick up the pace again. I quickened my strokes to the point that Emma could barely hold her concentration. She wouldn’t close her eyes, but she was on the brink of losing it. John could see this very clearly when he looked straight into her eyes filled with bliss. I held this pace, and Emma’s breath quickened. Becca kept up with the words of encouragement, telling both Emma and John that they should both feel incredible gratitude for experiencing this intense moment and connection.
Emma’s concentration started to flutter. Becca took John’s hands and placed them on Emma’s shoulders. She then turned to me and commanded “Hard.” I switched to long, very hard strokes with a half-second interval between each one. John could feel my power in her shoulders with every thrust.
Still maintaining eye contact, Emma’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and John just saw the whites of her eyeballs, like a cock-infected zombie. She let out a long, animalistic grunt while her pussy spasmed violently on my cock and her body began to shake like an 8.0 magnitude earthquake. I continued pounding for exactly 8 minutes. Becca timed it with the stopwatch on her phone. Her orgasm was 8 fucking minutes long.
Like Becca a week ago, Emma then collapsed into a fetal position, completely broken. Becca got her a blanket and some water, placing them beside her, cooing into her ear that she did a great job.
Becca quickly refocused her attention back to my still-hard cock, grabbing it in her hand: “John, have you ever sucked a cock before?”
John didn’t respond, just stared.
“C’mon, I’ll teach you.” Becca said it and waved him over so nonchalantly.
“I’m not gay,” John protested.
Becca rolled her eyes, “It’s not gay. It’s showing respect.”
John was puzzled, but Becca turned to him incredulously, “Look at Emma right now!” She barked at him.
He turned and saw Emma in a heaving pile, some muscles still twitching in aftershock. Her pussy oozing a white, creamy glaze from her orgasm.
Becca sharply raised her tone: “This cock just saved your relationship! The least that you can do is show some fucking respect,” she demanded. “You should be grateful for what this cock has done for you. You should show thanks.”
Processing what she just said, John started shuffling towards me. His expression was that of shock and slight admiration.
Becca moved in front of him, placed her hands on his hips, and looked up at him with lustful, puppy eyes. Lowering her voice, she gently told him, “Look, I know it’s scary. It’s okay, I’ll teach you how. There’s nothing to be afraid of, you’ll be okay. Please do it.” She then gently brushed his cheek, and took him by the hand and led him over to me.
Both lowering to their knees, she took my thick cock into her hand: “Are you ready?” She prompted. She then ran her tongue from the base of my cock along the vein all the way to tip. “Your turn.” She said as she gestured to him.
John slowly and cautiously mimicked her gesture. I let out a gasp, uttering “that’s the spot” as he reached the frenulum.
“Good job!” Becca radiated her bubbly enthusiasm. “Now we’re gonna learn about the tip!”
She gave him the same course that she had started to give Emma. She taught him to use his lips to cover his teeth, to open his jaw wide, to swirl around the tip, and most importantly, to show enthusiasm.
Pretty soon, he was a little less hesitant as he slobbered on my knob. He couldn’t deepthroat me, though Becca kept encouraging him. He choked a few times as she tried to press his head deeper towards the base.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Emma suddenly snapped. I guess she had recovered enough to sit up and process the sight of her boyfriend with a cock in his mouth.
John’s expression was just a deer in headlights, my head still in his mouth.
“Showing respect.” Becca replied confidently, breaking the tension.
“What?!” Emma asked incredulously.
“He’s showing respect. This cock just saved him from losing you. He’s submitting to the alpha as a sign of respect.” (Yes. She really fucking said that last line word-for-word).
Emma stared blankly at John. She clearly didn’t respect any man that sucks off another. Regardless, she got up and pushed both Emma and John out of the way. She immediately deepthroated me while the other two looked on in awe and admiration. She was really good at this and really enthusiastic, swirling around the tip, sucking the balls, slobbering all over my cock such that it was caked in her drool. It only took a few minutes before I was ready to erupt, and I let her know it was about to come. Becca told her to throat me, and once I started to cum, she swallowed me once again, and Becca held her head at the base of my cock while I pumped around 10 spurts of cum directly down her throat. I came really fucking hard, and then my knees sort of buckled and I collapsed onto the sofa behind me.
What I remember after that is Emma coming up for air and not a single drop of cum had escaped her mouth. Becca was absolutely beaming with admiration and pride. Emma then turned around and kissed John passionately, thanking him for letting her needs be fulfilled.
After that we were all pretty tired. We cleaned up, got dressed, and said our goodbyes. As they were leaving, Becca hugged Emma and told her “Anytime you’re in need of support, we’ll be here for you. Anytime.” She then gave a sly smirk to John as they turned to leave.
Now for any of you history buffs out there, you might be familiar with what went down when the Spaniards arrived in the americas. When they first arrived, the Spaniards threatened and attacked the local native tribes in search of gold. In response, the tribes gave the Spaniards some gold, thinking once they’d gotten what they wanted, then they’d be on there merry way; however, they couldn’t have been more wrong. You see, once the Spaniards received the gold, they only wanted more. They saw that the natives had some gold, and now they wanted all of it, and were prepared to conquer the entire continent to take it.
All I will say is that we did 23-and-me, and we learned that Becca has some Spanish ancestry… and on that night, Emma and John gave her some gold.