“You don’t mind if I touch it?” Glen asked sheepishly. “Nah man. Go for it, whatever feels right.” Mark had grabbed the vaporizer and was taking a big hit.
Glen grabbed Marks cock and tried to wrap his fingers around it. His fingertips were unable to meet unless he squeezed, which he did, and then proceeded to jack off Mark.
“Dude. This thing must weigh like 5 pounds.” He had grabbed the bottom of Mark’s shaft and begun jerking up and down, a good 3 or 4 inches sticking out from the top of his fist, writhing like a bass out of water. Glen marveled at the head of Mark’s cock, still slick with Marilyn’s juices, that was at least 3 times larger than his own. Glen stopped his up and down hand motion and simply shook the massive schlong in his hand in a willy-nilly manner. The part of Mark’s cock that was sticking out of Glen’s fist, including his lemon-sized head, was wobbling like an about-to-burst water balloon. Mark closed his eyes in hopes of simply enjoying the erotic sensations he was feeling, regardless of who was behind them. He felt his cock head being engulfed and opened one eye to see Glen attempting to feed Marilyn his monstrous helmet. Mark placed his left hand lightly on the back of Marilyn’s head, her soft hair mingling with his fingers, and tried to gently get this girl to suck as many inches as she could into her mouth. Mark felt his cock reach a hilt and then leave her mouth, soon to be swallowed again in the slimy, warm, sticky warmth of her mouth again.
However when Mark opened his eyes to watch this happen he realized it was no longer Marilyn sucking his dick. Glen was giving it his all, Marilyn spurring him on, trying to take as much of this pant snake into his esophagus as he could. “A mouth is a mouth,” thought Mark, delirious from the weed and enjoying the attention.
Glen continued to slurp on Mark’s flesh-bat until Marilyn got impatient and pulled it from his mouth.
“Don’t get too greedy, sweetie. I want some more. Actually…let’s measure them. Yours and Mark’s, side by side.”
Mark opened his eyes to see Glen standing up and fondling his own hard penis.
“Alright, size contest!” said Glen to Mark, teasingly, “let’s see how we compare.”
Mark, feeling good now, walked a couple steps to be next to Glen and plopped his pastrami on top of Glen’s, making it disappear from sight. “Let’s take some pictures,” Mark shouted, and proceeded to whack Glen’s bits playfully. Glen grabbed his smartphone and began taking pictures of his dick. He took photos of his penis next to Mark’s, on top of Mark’s, underneath it, and perpendicular to it, creating an absurd fleshy cross. Then Glen started to get more creative. He took a photo crouching behind Mark, a shot through the underside of his butt cheeks that revealed Mark’s thick slug of a schlong hanging far below his grundle, still not hard enough for an accurate erect measurement. He took a picture of Mark’s cock resting atop Marilyn’s arm, her pert breasts fuzzy in the background. He had Marilyn wrap Mark’s hose around her wrist, the flesh of Mark’s penis distended as Marilyn lightly pulled on his thick head. Somehow it looked even thicker than usual. Marilyn couldn’t help but tug on Mark’s johnson between pictures.
“Marilyn bring that tape measure out again. I want to measure mine.” Glen had finished with his erotic shoot, his cock sticking straight out hard as wood for the entirety of the session. Marilyn handed him the tape measure but Glen quickly handed it back.
“No, no, no. I want YOU to read off the measurements.” Glen was really enjoying this.
“Ok, let’s see. You are six inches…six and a quarter maybe. Wow, you’re big too Glen!” Marilyn said, hoping her smile wouldn’t betray her lie.
“You have to measure around too.” Glen was all business.
“Around you are..like 5? Maybe a little over. It looks so much bigger than that!” Marilyn exulted.
“So Mark is 7 inches long, 6 inches around when he’s totally soft, and I’m 6 inches long, 5 inches around when I’m soft. Wow!” Glen was ogling Mark’s burrito.
As Glen continued staring Marilyn grabbed his hard-on in her left hand and Mark’s enormous softie in her right and began sucking each of them off in turns. With Glen she would purse her lips like she was whistling and take the entire length of him into her warm mouth, her nose being tickled by his coarse pubic hair, her chin resting atop his coin-purse sized scrotum. When she switched to Mark she opened her mouth as wide as it could possibly go, revealing to him all of her bottom teeth, and attempt to swallow four of the seven quickly engorging inches of his bewildering hotdog. She could feel moisture slowly dripping down her inner thigh as she contemplated biting into Mark’s manhood like a submarine sandwich, his meaty helmet rebounding from the force but retaining the white memories of her teethmarks. With Glen it was a simple, up and down, up and down on his penis that resembled a popsicle. With Mark Marilyn’s mouth ended up making all these funny noises. The sound of air being pushed through the tight space created between her mouth and his girth like a moist queef or the slight clucking made when her top teeth caught on the ridge of his hammy knob.
All the attention and the verve with with Marilyn went at sucking his dick was finally starting to make Mark hard. Glen had secretly hoped that like so many larger cocks he had seen in porn, Mark would be unable to become entirely erect and disappoint his girlfriend with an uninspiring sponge. This hope was ultimately crushed as Mark’s penis was getting large enough that Marilyn felt obliged to treat it with both of her hands. Marilyn became caught up in double fisting this manmade python, leaving Glen’s hi-lighter sized prick at attention and unattended. She looked like a pro though: Both hands in perfect unison kneading Mark’s doughy cock, his large balls softly bumping against her wrists, and his fleshy cap being sucked on mercilessly. She then went for what Mark liked to refer to as the ‘trombone’ maneuver, something he had always wanted a girl to do but was always afraid to ask. Marilyn had grabbed Mark’s tumescent pillar at its base and was jerking it in long strokes with one hand while she sucked his testicles into her mouth the only way they could fit: one at a time. Mark loved watching Marilyn’s small hand moving up and down his expansive inches. When her hand was gripping at the base his schwanz looked huge, 6 thick inches sticking out of the top of her fist. When her fist finally made it to the top it was just impressive to see the distance it travelled to get there. Marilyn was keeping eye contact with Mark the entire time and the lust he saw in her eyes worried him that he would blow his load too early. Perhaps anticipating this Glen put his hand on Marilyn’s shoulder.
“Let’s get another measurement, Marilyn. How was that? As good as it looked?” Glen asked, genuinely interested.
“Yea.. it was nice,” said Marilyn trying to assuage any feelings of Glen that might have been hurt, “You have a really nice cock Mark.” and with that she patted his throbbing member and grabbed her tape measure.
“Wow. It looks like it’s almost 9 inches long! Let’s seeeee how thick it is!” Marilyn was just as excited as Glen.
“Daaaamn. It’s at least 6 and half thick, from top to bottom. The entire thing is so thick!” To illustrate her point she clasped his schlong in her hand and squeezed.
“Hard as a rock too. What’s yours again Glen?” Marilyn suddenly felt the urge to bully her boyfriend a little.
“Mark’s got a couple inches on me for sure.” Glen admitted.
“A couple? Try 3 or 4! 3 or 4 inches that I can’t even get my mouth around.” Marilyn said, jokingly massaging her sore jaw.
“Yea, but I mean Mark is an anomaly. No one else is that big, at least not many guys.”
“Yea but he’s SO much thicker than you. And longer. It just seems odd that only Mark has one this big. There are probably a lot more out there than you think.” Marilyn was going cock-crazy. Her eyes hadn’t left the hefty package, throbbing unapologetically, the entire time.
“Yea maybe,” conceded Glen begrudgingly, “maybe you should two should just have sex already.”
Marilyn was pushing Mark to the couch before Glen could finish his sentence. This threesome had quickly become a twosome, Marilyn quickly forgetting that she didn’t want to hurt Glen’s feelings. The situation had gotten to a point where she didn’t want to pretend anymore: All she wanted was to feel Mark’s massive member inside of her.