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Thanks for the feedback everyone! This part is a little sloppy but I hope you like it anyway....
Glen was excited to compare his dick to Mark’s. He had seen Mark in sports shorts and never noticed any bulge; Glen was looking forward to showing up his friend. He now had his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and was waiting for Mark. Marilyn had gotten undressed the quickest and was standing in the living room completely nude. Mark, in the middle of pulling his pants off, stole a look at her body. She had small taut breasts with light pink nipples the size of pennies, dusted with freckles. She had a flat stomach, slightly muscular with taut skin that wrinkled slightly when she bent over. Her meaty labia glistened with her wetness beneath a manicured bush, a small dark thatch of pubic hair. Mark could feel blood rushing to his penis.
Finally he stood in his underwear with Glen who was trying to discreetly discern the pouch-size of Mark’s black briefs.
“Alright buddy, let’s do it! Don’t worry, we won’t laugh!” Glen joked. He pulled his underwear to his ankles, stepped out of them and stood up straight. Mark looked at Marilyn. He felt divided. He didn’t want to embarrass Glen but he also was tired of Glen trying to outmatch him. Mark glimpsed Glen’s penis. It looked normal, average…or what Mark assumed was average. It was wrinkly, maybe 3.5 inches in it’s flaccid state, and looked to be about an inch and change across in width. Even if Glen grew another 4 inches when he became erect Mark knew his cock was superior. Mark wasn’t even thinking that way; he was wondering why Glen was so in his head about penis size. He was sure Marilyn could be happy with what Glen had. He just needed some confidence.
“Let’s go Mark, don’t be such a wuss! If you have a pencil dick it’ll stay between us, I promise!” Glen chortled.
“ Yea yea yea,” Mark tried to be convivial.
Glen walked over to Marilyn and put his arm around her shoulders, “Size doesn’t matter Mark. Honestly. Unless you’re smaller than me, haha. If you’re smaller than me you can probably just forget about pleasing a woman ever again.”
Mark had had enough. He confidently pulled his underwear past his ankles and stood up again, looking at Glen and Marilyn to see their reactions. Glen’s laughter tapered off when his eyes fell upon Mark’s appendage. It was like a giant pink zucchini. It was like all the pornstar’s dicks Glen had seen in his life. It was like two skin-covered, empty rolls of toilet paper on top of a hackeysack. It was the most intimidated Glen had ever felt in his entire life. Pushing it forward from behind were two low-hanging testicles in a scrotum the size of Glen’s fist. Marilyn had seen it a short while ago but seeing Mark completely nude got her hotter than she had thought was possible. He had the faint outlines of a six-pack and his chest looked strong, a dusting of curly hair across it. There were slight V lines created by his abdominal muscles that pointed directly to his schlong.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” Glen said as he tore his eyes from Mark’s crotch and turned to go down the hall to the bathroom. Mark decided he didn’t want to see where this was going and started putting his underwear back on, hoping to get out before Glen returned. Just as he was about to pull his briefs up a hand grabbed his junk. Marilyn had fallen to the floor and was jerking him from her knees. She sucked one of his testicles into her mouth as she tugged on his fat shaft, her eyes never leaving his.
She pulled her mouth from his ball with a loud ‘plop’ and began hungrily sucking on his thick rod, just wanting a taste before this stud left her for the night. Marilyn was able to get about half of Mark’s semi-hard cock down her throat when she decided she just wanted to masturbate his cock. She wrapped both hands around his obese phallus, awed by the inches that stuck out from the top of her fist. She was trying hard to get her fingers to touch as she wrapped around his circumference.
“I want to fuck you dry,” Marilyn hissed through gritted teeth. She was as surprised as Mark by her raunchiness. She felt obsessed and ravenous, probably a net result of her horniness, Mark’s incredible gift, and the marijuana they had smoked. Marilyn’s eyes darted constantly from Mark’s face to the bathroom door. She did not want Glen to see her like this, a big cock addict sucking on the fattest piece of man-meat she could ever imagine.
Mark’s dick was growing quickly. It was almost humorous the way it wobbled in Marilyn’s hand as she yanked on it. Mark closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation when he felt his cock being smacked. He opened his eyes and found Marilyn whipping his cock across her face. The fleshy ‘thwack’ sounds it made got Mark even harder. Marilyn was now staring straight into Mark’s eyes, glad to have his attention back. Keeping eye contact she grabbed his donkey-dick at the base and whipped it against the side of her face, making her cheeks glow red. She loved the heft of his mammoth organ and continued to slap it against her visage, dull thuds resonating throughout the small apartment. Marilyn was orgasming in cycles and her climax reached its apex as when she imagined Mark’s heavy meatprick smacking against her stomach and vagina.
Glen was excited to compare his dick to Mark’s. He had seen Mark in sports shorts and never noticed any bulge; Glen was looking forward to showing up his friend. He now had his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and was waiting for Mark. Marilyn had gotten undressed the quickest and was standing in the living room completely nude. Mark, in the middle of pulling his pants off, stole a look at her body. She had small taut breasts with light pink nipples the size of pennies, dusted with freckles. She had a flat stomach, slightly muscular with taut skin that wrinkled slightly when she bent over. Her meaty labia glistened with her wetness beneath a manicured bush, a small dark thatch of pubic hair. Mark could feel blood rushing to his penis.
Finally he stood in his underwear with Glen who was trying to discreetly discern the pouch-size of Mark’s black briefs.
“Alright buddy, let’s do it! Don’t worry, we won’t laugh!” Glen joked. He pulled his underwear to his ankles, stepped out of them and stood up straight. Mark looked at Marilyn. He felt divided. He didn’t want to embarrass Glen but he also was tired of Glen trying to outmatch him. Mark glimpsed Glen’s penis. It looked normal, average…or what Mark assumed was average. It was wrinkly, maybe 3.5 inches in it’s flaccid state, and looked to be about an inch and change across in width. Even if Glen grew another 4 inches when he became erect Mark knew his cock was superior. Mark wasn’t even thinking that way; he was wondering why Glen was so in his head about penis size. He was sure Marilyn could be happy with what Glen had. He just needed some confidence.
“Let’s go Mark, don’t be such a wuss! If you have a pencil dick it’ll stay between us, I promise!” Glen chortled.
“ Yea yea yea,” Mark tried to be convivial.
Glen walked over to Marilyn and put his arm around her shoulders, “Size doesn’t matter Mark. Honestly. Unless you’re smaller than me, haha. If you’re smaller than me you can probably just forget about pleasing a woman ever again.”
Mark had had enough. He confidently pulled his underwear past his ankles and stood up again, looking at Glen and Marilyn to see their reactions. Glen’s laughter tapered off when his eyes fell upon Mark’s appendage. It was like a giant pink zucchini. It was like all the pornstar’s dicks Glen had seen in his life. It was like two skin-covered, empty rolls of toilet paper on top of a hackeysack. It was the most intimidated Glen had ever felt in his entire life. Pushing it forward from behind were two low-hanging testicles in a scrotum the size of Glen’s fist. Marilyn had seen it a short while ago but seeing Mark completely nude got her hotter than she had thought was possible. He had the faint outlines of a six-pack and his chest looked strong, a dusting of curly hair across it. There were slight V lines created by his abdominal muscles that pointed directly to his schlong.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” Glen said as he tore his eyes from Mark’s crotch and turned to go down the hall to the bathroom. Mark decided he didn’t want to see where this was going and started putting his underwear back on, hoping to get out before Glen returned. Just as he was about to pull his briefs up a hand grabbed his junk. Marilyn had fallen to the floor and was jerking him from her knees. She sucked one of his testicles into her mouth as she tugged on his fat shaft, her eyes never leaving his.
She pulled her mouth from his ball with a loud ‘plop’ and began hungrily sucking on his thick rod, just wanting a taste before this stud left her for the night. Marilyn was able to get about half of Mark’s semi-hard cock down her throat when she decided she just wanted to masturbate his cock. She wrapped both hands around his obese phallus, awed by the inches that stuck out from the top of her fist. She was trying hard to get her fingers to touch as she wrapped around his circumference.
“I want to fuck you dry,” Marilyn hissed through gritted teeth. She was as surprised as Mark by her raunchiness. She felt obsessed and ravenous, probably a net result of her horniness, Mark’s incredible gift, and the marijuana they had smoked. Marilyn’s eyes darted constantly from Mark’s face to the bathroom door. She did not want Glen to see her like this, a big cock addict sucking on the fattest piece of man-meat she could ever imagine.
Mark’s dick was growing quickly. It was almost humorous the way it wobbled in Marilyn’s hand as she yanked on it. Mark closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation when he felt his cock being smacked. He opened his eyes and found Marilyn whipping his cock across her face. The fleshy ‘thwack’ sounds it made got Mark even harder. Marilyn was now staring straight into Mark’s eyes, glad to have his attention back. Keeping eye contact she grabbed his donkey-dick at the base and whipped it against the side of her face, making her cheeks glow red. She loved the heft of his mammoth organ and continued to slap it against her visage, dull thuds resonating throughout the small apartment. Marilyn was orgasming in cycles and her climax reached its apex as when she imagined Mark’s heavy meatprick smacking against her stomach and vagina.
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I've had some trouble figuring out how to end this story. I initially thought there would be some revenge sex or domination but ultimately it started to feel uncomfortable to have Mark subdue Glen. Even for being a fantasy it's hard to write about stuff being nonconsensual between friends. Maybe I'm just too close to these characters... which is a silly thing to say when it's erotica.
In any case I hope you enjoy the way the story has begun to turn. It doesn't feel as natural to me as when I started but I'm hoping it will start to mesh.
Mark was nervous that the noise Marilyn was making was going to get Glen’s attention. Reluctantly, he pulled his penis out of her grip.
“Marilyn, I can’t do this right now. It feels great, really. I just can’t.” and Mark resumed pulling his underwear on.
Marilyn had tears in her eyes but Mark couldn’t tell if it was from the penile thrashing she had just endured or if she was sad to see him go.
“Why can’t you do it?” came Glen’s voice from the hallway. Mark, startled, turned to see Glen standing naked in the hallway. It was unclear whether or not he was angry.
“Listen Glen, I don’t know what you saw or heard but it’s not what it seems. I’m just going to go, thanks for tonight.” Mark was extremely flustered as he pulled his pants on. He was unsure whether Glen would try to fight him.
“Mark. Stop. STOP!” Glen was speaking in a normal voice, trying to calm Mark down. “Mark, I liked what I saw. It….it was a turn-on. If you were enjoying it you should continue because I was enjoying it and I’m pretty sure Marilyn was enjoying it too. Right Marilyn?”
Marilyn, still on her knees, nodded and wiped her eyes.
“I don’t want to pressure you or anything man. I just want you to know I’m not angry about what I saw. I think we could have some fun, have some more drinks, smoke, and do what feels good.”
Mark did not look entirely convinced as he stood shirtless in his friend’s living room. He kept his eyes on the floor, unable to meet Glen’s gaze.
“Look, I’m sorry I was being an asshole. I just…sometimes I feel really insecure about… about size. I shouldn’t have been so aggressive and..” Glen trailed off. It all felt hopeless and silly. How do you ask a friend to fuck your girlfriend and let you watch.
Marilyn stood up and hugged Glen. They began talking in low whispers that only the two of them could hear. When Mark began putting his shirt on the two stopped talking and turned, Marilyn holding Glen’s hand in hers.
“Mark, Glen and I would really like it if you stayed. We both…um. We both really want… You have a really nice…” Marilyn was having trouble finding the appropriate words. Glen began chuckling at the awkwardness of the situation which set off Marilyn into a set of giggles. Mark’s mood softened.
“Mark, this is awkward but we both want to see your dick. I mean…we already have but we want to see more of it. You have a huge dick.” and with that Glen and Marilyn fell into another fit of laughter.
Mark couldn’t help but smile. Glen and Marilyn, still naked, were shaking with laughter causing Glen’s penis to jiggle and Marilyn’s abdominal muscles to constrict. Mark found fit bodies a turn-on and could feel his penis swelling again.
In any case I hope you enjoy the way the story has begun to turn. It doesn't feel as natural to me as when I started but I'm hoping it will start to mesh.
Mark was nervous that the noise Marilyn was making was going to get Glen’s attention. Reluctantly, he pulled his penis out of her grip.
“Marilyn, I can’t do this right now. It feels great, really. I just can’t.” and Mark resumed pulling his underwear on.
Marilyn had tears in her eyes but Mark couldn’t tell if it was from the penile thrashing she had just endured or if she was sad to see him go.
“Why can’t you do it?” came Glen’s voice from the hallway. Mark, startled, turned to see Glen standing naked in the hallway. It was unclear whether or not he was angry.
“Listen Glen, I don’t know what you saw or heard but it’s not what it seems. I’m just going to go, thanks for tonight.” Mark was extremely flustered as he pulled his pants on. He was unsure whether Glen would try to fight him.
“Mark. Stop. STOP!” Glen was speaking in a normal voice, trying to calm Mark down. “Mark, I liked what I saw. It….it was a turn-on. If you were enjoying it you should continue because I was enjoying it and I’m pretty sure Marilyn was enjoying it too. Right Marilyn?”
Marilyn, still on her knees, nodded and wiped her eyes.
“I don’t want to pressure you or anything man. I just want you to know I’m not angry about what I saw. I think we could have some fun, have some more drinks, smoke, and do what feels good.”
Mark did not look entirely convinced as he stood shirtless in his friend’s living room. He kept his eyes on the floor, unable to meet Glen’s gaze.
“Look, I’m sorry I was being an asshole. I just…sometimes I feel really insecure about… about size. I shouldn’t have been so aggressive and..” Glen trailed off. It all felt hopeless and silly. How do you ask a friend to fuck your girlfriend and let you watch.
Marilyn stood up and hugged Glen. They began talking in low whispers that only the two of them could hear. When Mark began putting his shirt on the two stopped talking and turned, Marilyn holding Glen’s hand in hers.
“Mark, Glen and I would really like it if you stayed. We both…um. We both really want… You have a really nice…” Marilyn was having trouble finding the appropriate words. Glen began chuckling at the awkwardness of the situation which set off Marilyn into a set of giggles. Mark’s mood softened.
“Mark, this is awkward but we both want to see your dick. I mean…we already have but we want to see more of it. You have a huge dick.” and with that Glen and Marilyn fell into another fit of laughter.
Mark couldn’t help but smile. Glen and Marilyn, still naked, were shaking with laughter causing Glen’s penis to jiggle and Marilyn’s abdominal muscles to constrict. Mark found fit bodies a turn-on and could feel his penis swelling again.
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Mark disrobed quickly much to the delight of Marilyn and Glen.
“I’m gonna grab my computer and put on some music. And do you guys want to vape?” Glen was giddy with excitement. Marilyn and Mark nodded, knowing that they were about to get super high and super horny. Glen went down the hall to their bedroom to get his vaporizer and laptop.
When he was out of sight Marilyn spoke quietly to Mark, “Glen is going to be too shy to ask himself but he wants to compare your…sizes.”
“Really? I mean.. why?” Mark still thought it was all so strange.
“I think he just likes feeling inadequate. I’m not entirely sure. I know this is the happiest I’ve seen him in a while. He wants to take some pictures too. Do you feel comfortable with all this?” Marilyn sounded a little desperate and was stepping closer to Mark.
“I mean, I guess so..He just wants to take pictures of our dicks next to each other?”
“Yes, but I think he also wants to take pictures of..you and me.” Marilyn’s hand grabbed hold of Mark’s junk when she said this and pressed her body close to his.
“Um. I guess that’s ok. But what are the pictures for? Can we leave my face out of them?”
“You don’t want a reminder of the night you fucked me senseless in front of my boyfriend? I want a picture of me trying to fit this giant in my mouth.” Marilyn was pushing Mark’s hardening cock between her legs.
“Shit. You have a great body.” Mark was getting so turned on.
“Alright! Looks like the party’s already getting started!” Glen had returned with his supplies, his own penis bobbing up and down, hard as a rock from seeing a thick cock head sticking out from between his girlfriend’s butt cheeks.
Marilyn stepped back from Mark and she and Glen admired Mark’s thick-as-a-wrist meat snake, glistening from Marilyn’s juices.
“Wow. Just wow, man. I can’t believe I never knew you had a horse cock. How is it you could never keep a girlfriend? If I had what you have I would have slept with every girl at college.” Glen was picking out music on his laptop but his eyes wouldn’t leave Mark’s groin.
“Glen man, size is not everything. I mean, it’s nice to have but I don’t think my sex life is any better than any other guy’s. It just depends on who you’re with, ya know?” Mark really wanted to help Glen get over his obsession but at the same time felt like he might be lying, at least a little.
Mark loved his big cock. Simply on a day to day basis Mark loved soaping it up and watching it dangle in the shower, he loved feeling it bob around in his pants when he walked. A lot of his confidence stemmed from having no worries in that department. But he also knew he was lucky, that it wasn’t everything and he never tried to flaunt it or boast to anyone. It was just something that gave him a boost when he was feeling down. And to be fair not all girls he took to bed were crazy about his above average dong. Often times they were nervous, sometimes they were curious, but rarely were they enthusiastic. The few girls Mark had met who were keen to sample his size seemed so shallow that he just wasn’t interested. Marilyn seemed more fanatical than any girl he had encountered and since Mark knew that she was far from shallow his impressive wiener was as hard marble.
“I’m gonna grab my computer and put on some music. And do you guys want to vape?” Glen was giddy with excitement. Marilyn and Mark nodded, knowing that they were about to get super high and super horny. Glen went down the hall to their bedroom to get his vaporizer and laptop.
When he was out of sight Marilyn spoke quietly to Mark, “Glen is going to be too shy to ask himself but he wants to compare your…sizes.”
“Really? I mean.. why?” Mark still thought it was all so strange.
“I think he just likes feeling inadequate. I’m not entirely sure. I know this is the happiest I’ve seen him in a while. He wants to take some pictures too. Do you feel comfortable with all this?” Marilyn sounded a little desperate and was stepping closer to Mark.
“I mean, I guess so..He just wants to take pictures of our dicks next to each other?”
“Yes, but I think he also wants to take pictures of..you and me.” Marilyn’s hand grabbed hold of Mark’s junk when she said this and pressed her body close to his.
“Um. I guess that’s ok. But what are the pictures for? Can we leave my face out of them?”
“You don’t want a reminder of the night you fucked me senseless in front of my boyfriend? I want a picture of me trying to fit this giant in my mouth.” Marilyn was pushing Mark’s hardening cock between her legs.
“Shit. You have a great body.” Mark was getting so turned on.
“Alright! Looks like the party’s already getting started!” Glen had returned with his supplies, his own penis bobbing up and down, hard as a rock from seeing a thick cock head sticking out from between his girlfriend’s butt cheeks.
Marilyn stepped back from Mark and she and Glen admired Mark’s thick-as-a-wrist meat snake, glistening from Marilyn’s juices.
“Wow. Just wow, man. I can’t believe I never knew you had a horse cock. How is it you could never keep a girlfriend? If I had what you have I would have slept with every girl at college.” Glen was picking out music on his laptop but his eyes wouldn’t leave Mark’s groin.
“Glen man, size is not everything. I mean, it’s nice to have but I don’t think my sex life is any better than any other guy’s. It just depends on who you’re with, ya know?” Mark really wanted to help Glen get over his obsession but at the same time felt like he might be lying, at least a little.
Mark loved his big cock. Simply on a day to day basis Mark loved soaping it up and watching it dangle in the shower, he loved feeling it bob around in his pants when he walked. A lot of his confidence stemmed from having no worries in that department. But he also knew he was lucky, that it wasn’t everything and he never tried to flaunt it or boast to anyone. It was just something that gave him a boost when he was feeling down. And to be fair not all girls he took to bed were crazy about his above average dong. Often times they were nervous, sometimes they were curious, but rarely were they enthusiastic. The few girls Mark had met who were keen to sample his size seemed so shallow that he just wasn’t interested. Marilyn seemed more fanatical than any girl he had encountered and since Mark knew that she was far from shallow his impressive wiener was as hard marble.
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“How big is that thing anyway?” Glen wanted to know.
“I’m uh, I’m not sure. Maybe like 7 inches on a good day? I really don’t know.” Matt was trying his best to feel comfortable.
“Really? It looks bigger than that to me. What do you think Marilyn?” Glen was trying to play it cool but was consumed with finding out Mark’s dimensions.
“I just know it’s big!” Marilyn said, “Maybe we should measure it.” And with that Marilyn procured, seemingly from nowhere, a small blue disk. It was her cloth tape measure that she used occasionally for sewing.
“Perfect! Maybe you can measure for Mark. What do you think Mark?” Glen was visibly excited.
“Sure, why not.” Mark wanted to go with the flow but his penis had deflated from the infamiliarity of the situation.
Marilyn walked over and knelt down in front of Mark, coming face to face with Mark’s expansive tuber. She held the weight of his shaft in her palm, the bulbous head resting on her wrist, and unrolled the tape measure.
“Hey! You were right Mark! 7 inches! Maybe even a little more!” Marilyn was turned on by the heat emanating from Mark’s baton.
“Shit! 7 inches and you’re soft as bread pudding!”
“That’s a weird simile,” Mark chuckled, his cock and balls rolling around on Marilyn’s arm.
“Hah. Yea…I don’t know where that came from. Lyn, how about around? How big is it around?” Glen asked
Marilyn contentedly wrapped the cloth around Mark’s piston. “Ummm.. 6 inches. Wow I would’ve thought it was thicker.” admired Marilyn.
“6 inches around is huge! I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.” said Glen who had obviously done his homework, “I mean, if his girth is 6 inches then the circumference of his dick is, like, twice the length of me soft.” Glen extolled, "but I want to know how big you get when you’re hard- don’t you know?” Glen was now standing, trying to get a look at the measuring tape unfurled along Mark’s member.
“Let’s get a measurement of you when you’re hard!” Marilyn was having fun with this, “Glen, you want to see me get Mark prepared for an erect measurement?”
“Yeah! Can I watch?” Glen sounded like a pathetic child asking if he could have a cookie for dessert.
“Of course. You can get closer than that.” Mark had found his comfort zone. He was starting to feel aroused by the idea of his friend jealously watching and said with a little sneer, “in fact, if you wanted, you could help Marilyn.”
Glen looked as though he’d won the lottery. He quickly kneeled down next to Marilyn and the two of them admired Mark’s huge flaccid protuberance.
“I’m uh, I’m not sure. Maybe like 7 inches on a good day? I really don’t know.” Matt was trying his best to feel comfortable.
“Really? It looks bigger than that to me. What do you think Marilyn?” Glen was trying to play it cool but was consumed with finding out Mark’s dimensions.
“I just know it’s big!” Marilyn said, “Maybe we should measure it.” And with that Marilyn procured, seemingly from nowhere, a small blue disk. It was her cloth tape measure that she used occasionally for sewing.
“Perfect! Maybe you can measure for Mark. What do you think Mark?” Glen was visibly excited.
“Sure, why not.” Mark wanted to go with the flow but his penis had deflated from the infamiliarity of the situation.
Marilyn walked over and knelt down in front of Mark, coming face to face with Mark’s expansive tuber. She held the weight of his shaft in her palm, the bulbous head resting on her wrist, and unrolled the tape measure.
“Hey! You were right Mark! 7 inches! Maybe even a little more!” Marilyn was turned on by the heat emanating from Mark’s baton.
“Shit! 7 inches and you’re soft as bread pudding!”
“That’s a weird simile,” Mark chuckled, his cock and balls rolling around on Marilyn’s arm.
“Hah. Yea…I don’t know where that came from. Lyn, how about around? How big is it around?” Glen asked
Marilyn contentedly wrapped the cloth around Mark’s piston. “Ummm.. 6 inches. Wow I would’ve thought it was thicker.” admired Marilyn.
“6 inches around is huge! I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.” said Glen who had obviously done his homework, “I mean, if his girth is 6 inches then the circumference of his dick is, like, twice the length of me soft.” Glen extolled, "but I want to know how big you get when you’re hard- don’t you know?” Glen was now standing, trying to get a look at the measuring tape unfurled along Mark’s member.
“Let’s get a measurement of you when you’re hard!” Marilyn was having fun with this, “Glen, you want to see me get Mark prepared for an erect measurement?”
“Yeah! Can I watch?” Glen sounded like a pathetic child asking if he could have a cookie for dessert.
“Of course. You can get closer than that.” Mark had found his comfort zone. He was starting to feel aroused by the idea of his friend jealously watching and said with a little sneer, “in fact, if you wanted, you could help Marilyn.”
Glen looked as though he’d won the lottery. He quickly kneeled down next to Marilyn and the two of them admired Mark’s huge flaccid protuberance.
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“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.
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.
