Choke On It
written by:
Naughty Miranda

"We started on our sides, finished on my back and, about half way through, I told him not to stop for anything."

"And did he?" Liz's eyes were wide as she drained her glass, then reached for the bottle that we'd more or less killed.

I grinned. "Naah. A couple of thrusts, a couple of squirts, then he came all over my face. Again. Which is okay, but I wish...." My voice trailed off and she sighed sympathetically. "I wish Ted (Ted's the guy she's seeing right now) would do that. But I swear, he's more worried about choking me with his cock than I am."

"I know what you mean..." my thoughts flashed back through all the guys whose cocks I've sucked, and how few of them ever truly did what I wanted. Which was...

To

Fuck

My

Mouth

Like

A

Wet,

Juicy

Cunt.

It had been one of my favorite fantasies since I don't know when. Certainly from before I ever sucked a cock for real. Before I'd even seen one, I think - back when the closest I'd been to a hunk of man meat was the hardcore magazines that would occasionally do the rounds at high school, before a teacher inevitably confiscated them. And probably put them to a lot more use than we ever did.

There was a lot I didn't know back then. How a cock would smell, how it would taste. How some are so fat that I could barely get my mouth around them, let alone "suck" like I thought I was meant to. And I had no idea at all of exactly how all those things would come together, taste and smell and a jaw fit to shatter, the first time a boyfriend ever shot his load into my mouth.

But that didn't stop me dreaming, or finger fucking myself to sleep as I lay in my bed with my mind unspooling hardcore images of its own in the darkness, and my pussy growing wet at the mere mention of words like "swallow" and "suck." Jeez, the first time I actually got my mouth around the real thing, its owner must have thought he was being sucked off by a vacuum cleaner.

Liz was right, though. I could count on one finger, and probably less than that, the number of guys who had truly let go... who had thrown me back and pinned me down, then pumped all that they had down my open, greedy throat. And why? Because they didn't want to choke me.

What if I want to be choked?

What if I want to be fighting for breath, to splutter and gasp, as a fat cock pistons wildly into my gaping mouth... as two heavy balls-full of cum pump their release deep past my tonsils... as my gag reflex goes into overload and I'm coughing up my lungs even as my pussy explodes into orgasm?

What if....

Liz laughed. "I know what you mean...."

Two girls on the prowl. Two girls barely wearing the sluttiest outfits they own, propping up the bar at the best nightclub in town, checking out the handful of guys who seem to be cruising the place on their own, and wondering whether that iPhone app really work... you know the one that reckons it can predict penis size by typing in a few of the guy's other dimensions?

Liz held up one hand. "Well, it so happens..." She took out her phone.

"You've got it?

"I downloaded it this afternoon. I thought it might come in useful."

She nodded towards the guy standing across the dancefloor, typed in some text and then showed me the screen. Six foot two, eyes of blue. 200 pounds. Blonde... "Five and one half inches."

"I wonder if this thing actually works," I asked and she pointed to the leather jacket that had just walked in the door. "We'll soon know." He had already spotted her looking his way, and was making his way across to us. I found myself wishing I'd seen him first, but Liz was already punching his details into her keypad. Then howling with laughter as she flashed the screen at me. "Seven and a half."

He was at our side. "Hey girls... what's so funny?"

Liz looked at me. "Should I tell him?"

"Or you could just ask him."

He was looking bemused but amused. "Ask me what?"

Liz nudged me, laughing louder. "My friend's got this app," I began, and she shrieked and clamped a hand over my mouth. I broke away. "She's got this app which reckons it can predict penis size, and we were just wondering whether it works?"

If he was surprised, or shocked, it didn't show. "Hard or soft?" he asked, and I looked at Liz in amazement. "You know, we haven't worked that out yet," she jumped in. "It's really difficult finding a test subject."

"Tell me what it says," he said, "and I'll tell you if it's right."

"Uh-uh," I shook my head. "It doesn't work like that. Tell us what you've got, and we'll tell you if you're right."

I love nights like this. Meeting someone you have never seen before, with just enough alcohol in your system to strip away the small talk, and... you don't even have to do anything, the conversation doesn't have to lead any place at all. Just saying the things that you want to, without fear of what kind of impression you're making, that's a kind of freedom that you rarely ever taste.

He was laughing now. "Is that what girls think? That we sit around measuring our dicks all day?"

"Well not all day," Liz spluttered. "But at least a couple of times..."

"Once in the morning, once in the evening, and maybe a quick peek during the night," I followed, and Liz roared as she recalled a guy she once knew who did exactly that. "He was taking one of those supplements that you can buy at the drugstore," she explained. She paused. "I never noticed any difference, but he swore that they were working."

"And at however many bucks a bottle, I should hope they were," I said, then turned to Leather Jacket. "Anything you want to add on that subject?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm happy with what I've got."

"But will we be?" asked Liz, and then changing the subject. "We'll have the same again, please."

Leather Jacket shrugged and ordered drinks. I don't know about Liz, but I was getting seriously pissed. And seriously horny as well. "You still haven't answered our question."

"Which one," Leather Jacket asked. "I'm having trouble keeping up with anything you two say."

Liz leaned forward, cupping his ear with one hand. Then said, in her normal speaking voice, "how big's your cock?" A couple standing close to us turned to look, and I waved sweetly to them. "Gallup Poll," I said. "Don't worry, you'll be next." The girl looked disgusted, the guy looked embarrassed, and they moved away.

"Big enough," said Leather Jacket, and it was Liz's turn to look disgusted. "We'll be the judges of that." And then... okay, even I can't believe she had the nerve to do it, and I don't think she even looked around to see if anyone could see what she did. But her hand reached down and cupped his crotch; lingered there for what his expression declared was a very tantalizing moment, and then withdrew.

The dirty cow sniffed her palm. Then she leaned over to me and this time she did whisper. "Hard to tell. He's still soft."

"Not any more, I bet," I answered, and looked at Leather Jacket, who was still staring blissfully at Liz. "I think you two need to get a room," I continued, but Liz shook her head. "No, I think we three need to go back to my apartment." She turned to Leather Jacket. "Unless you know of anywhere closer?"

He did. His own place, two blocks away. We drained our glasses, then headed out into the night, Liz and I arm in arm and laughing, Leather Jacket walking with what he probably thought was a determined stride, but actually looked like he was wrestling with a suddenly-grown third leg.

Which he probably was.

His apartment was clean, although it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting guests. Walking to the couch, he heaved a heap of what may or may not have been clean laundry onto the floor, then asked if he could fix us drinks. Of course we said yes (though I doubted I'd touch mine) and then... well, I'll say one thing for Liz. She doesn't waste time.

She had him on the couch in a kiss the moment he sat down, sprawled across him with both of her legs wrapped around one of his, and one hand already tugging at the buttons of his shirt. I stood for a moment, hovering uncertainly, then moved across to join them.

Leather Jacket broke the kiss with Liz and pressed firm lips against my mouth. He needed a shave, I distantly thought, but the scratching felt good and my shaven pussy lurched for a moment as I imagined that stubble pressed against those lips.

First things first, though - and Liz was way ahead of me again, taking advantage of the distraction I'd created to abandon his shirt and start tugging at his belt. I angled my head and opened one eye, watching. Here we go, the moment of truth. The Great reveal, as they say on Reality TV and, wow, wouldn't that be a show? Giant Cock Survivor - ten guys stranded on a desert island and the one who has has the biggest dick gets to fuck the desperate Hollywood starlet. And here's our first contender, all the way from Pennsylvania... please give a big hand to Mr Leather Jacket!

Because you'd need a big hand. Liz's fist, which I've never thought of as especially tiny, looked like a doll's hand as it wrapped around his dick, and when I caught her eye, she was mouthing "oh my god." I reached down too... and even with both of our hands on his shaft, there was still enough room for another... or, perhaps, a hungry mouth.

Liz and I had the same idea together, and I swear we almost banged our heads as we both swooped down. "After you," I giggled; "no, after you," she replied, and then opened her mouth regardless and I watched that meaty head disappear.

His hand was between my legs, a finger stretching my panties to one side as a knuckle slipped between slick lips. I wriggled a little, raised my ass and tugged them down, gasping as a long, thick finger jammed itself deep inside me. My eyes were still fixed on Liz, her head beginning to bob as she found a rhythm and her jaw acclimatized to the monster she was wrapping it round.

My hands on his shoulders, I raised myself up, wobbling as the couch undulated beneath me... I wanted to press my cunt to his face, wanted his tongue where his finger was thrusting, but my sense of balance was already on vacation some place else. Instead I leaned back against one arm of the couch, spreading one leg out onto the carpeted floor and the other laying flat across his shoulder, curling on his neck, pulling his head down.

He got the message. Seamlessly, effortlessly, the three of us rearranged, his mouth in my pussy, his cock in Liz's mouth, and if I missed a lot of what happened next, well excuse me. It's hard to take notes when there's a mouth on your clitoris, sucking and biting, and two... or was it three by now... fingers fast-fucking your hole, and the only sounds in the whole world are the wet squelch of a pussy that has never been this soaking, the moaning slurps of your best friend as she deep throats a dick the size of her arm... and then suddenly chaos as she threw herself onto her back, hauling Leather Jacket's entire weight on top of her and, relinquishing her grip on that beautiful cock, spoke the words that had set us off on this mission in the first place.

"Fuck my mouth like it's a wet, juicy cunt, and you're not to stop for anything."

So he did. And when he was erect again, he did it to me even harder. And right at the moment where I seriously believed that I'd never be able to breathe again, with my throat thick with cum and my mouth stretched wide with cock, he whisperws words I did not even realize that I'd fantasized hearing.

"That's it, bitch. Choke on it. I want to hear you choke on my cum."

I choked. I came. And the next time he was hard again, locked in a writhing sixty-nine with Liz's puss wildly riding his face, I gently prized her jaws from around his cock and measured it with the the tape I found on his bedside table.

Seven and one half inches. At which point Liz whispered something that still makes me smirk when I think of it. "Okay, so we know the app works. Now let's go find ourselves a real mouthful...."