I’ve always had a close group of female friends. Strictly platonic. But when they found out I was hung they wanted to practice deepthroating me…Pt. 1

“Holy fuck, is that your *cock*?”

“What?!” The hard “c” took me by surprise. I looked at Jen–whose soft green eyes were wide–and then at my pant leg. I could see I was bulging somewhat.

“Dude, it’s like halfway down your thigh. Leah, c’mere and look at Quinn’s fucking hard on.”

“Can you *not*?”

Leah popped her head into the living room where Jen and I were playing cards. “Quinn! I can see it from here. Was Jen trying to turn you on?” She shook her head at me teasingly, a few stray strands of her red hair–pulled up into a loose, messy bun atop her head–swayed back and forth.

“No!” I was beet red now. “Look, it just happens sometimes, y’know? Spontaneous erections or whatever.”

“Uh-huh,” Leah crossed her arms across her chest and scoffed at me. “I bet it was because Jen’s wearing that fucking slutty v-neck. Your tits barely fit in that thing!”

“Oh, shut up, Leah. It’s not that bad.” Jen sat up straight, adjusting her white shirt–which I could already see her nipple rings through–so that even *more* of her cleavage was visible.

My friends exchanged glances, as if making a joint decision. Then Jen clapped her hands together and said, “Let’s measure it!”

“What?! Measure it? Are you fucking kidding?”

Leah rolled her eyes, “Relax, Quinn. We just wanna know how big it is. Now you’ve made us curious. I mean, you probably know Jen’s bra size.”

“That’s not the sa–”

“Yeah. Shush.” Jen interrupted. “You’ve definitely seen my tits a few times and since you’re practically *shoving* that thing in my face, I need to satisfy my curiosity.”

Leah briefly disappeared and then reappeared with a flexible sewing tape measure. “Here! We can measure with this.”

“Awesome,” Jen said, standing up to take the white tape from Leah. “And this’ll be scientifically accurate. We can’t trust you to measure your own dick, Quinn. You’d probably tack on three inches.”

“No I wouldn’t!”

Jen pulled her sandy blonde hair back into a loose ponytail. “Okay, c’mon, Quinn. Pull your jeans down.”

“Are you both for real right now?” I asked, looking helplessly between the girls.

“Don’t be a bitch, Quinn. It’ll only take a second. Don’t you wanna know how big you are?” Leah winked at me.

“Whatever. Fine. This is stupid. But, I mean, I’ve gotta be fully hard before you measure it.”

Jen’s mouth fell open, “You mean *that’s* not fully hard?”

“Uh, well, no, not quite.” It was close, though. I could feel the blood pumping through my shaft. I had always had platonic relationships with Jen and Leah, but hearing them obsess over my dick was really turning me on.

“Well, it’s going to *get* hard as fuck once Jen starts touching it.” Leah stuck her tongue out at me and gestured for Jen to get on with it.

She fell to her knees and grabbed my belt buckle.

***

*ZIP*

After undoing my belt, she pulled my zipper down, and helped me pull my jeans to my knees. She wrapped her hands around the hem of my boxer briefs and pulled slowly, looking me in the eyes while she did so.

My cock sprung upwards and then fell to the side. Jen and Leah both gasped with delight.

“Huge!” Jen exclaimed.

“Okay, okay. Make sure it’s hard and then measure it. Pubic bone to tip,” Leah instructed.

“Mhm.” Jen wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and held me up straight. “Hold on, this’ll help.” She spit into her palm and started rubbing me. I flexed my thighs, trying to avoid making an expression that would betray the pleasure I was feeling.

“Oh, there it goes,” she said in awe.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking hard now.”

“Measure!” Leah demanded.

Pushing one metal clasp of the measuring tape to my pubic bone, Jen ran the length up to my tip. “Holy shit! Nine inches! No! Nine and one-third. That’s nuts, Quinn.”

Leah took a step closer, “Yeah, what are you–the missing link?”

“Can you even fuck a girl, Quinn?” Jen pressed her index finger to the tip of my cock, pushing it back into my abdomen.

“Of course I can!”

“Poor Veronica,” Leah said, referring to my ex. “She probably couldn’t walk straight after riding that thing.”

“Get real. It’s not like that.”

“Quit protesting, Quinn.” Jen chastised me. “You know it’s big.”

“Yeah, that’s like–what?--75% bigger than the average dick size?”

“I…I don’t know how to do percentages. Or what the average dick size is.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s big. Crazy big.” Leah looked at Jen, who was still prodding and poking my erection. “Earth to Jen. What the fuck are you doing?”

“I…I kinda wanna taste it,” she replied, clutching my cock just below the tip.

“Um, what?” I looked at her, but she wasn’t looking at me.

“Yeah, just a little bit. I’ve never sucked such a big cock. I’m curious how I can do. That’s cool, right? Just as friends?”

“You want to just…suck my dick as…friends?”

“Yeah, Quinn. Geez. Don’t be so sex-negative. You like blowjobs, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, of course I do, but–” she interrupted me by wrapping her lips around my bulging crown.

Leah laughed, covering her mouth, as she watched Jen take me into her mouth. Jen’s cheeks bulged out as she worked her way further up my shaft. She started slow, sucking just past my tip, then pulling back to flick her tongue against my frenulum.

I just sat there, perhaps in shock, watching my good friend give me a blowjob. While it was true I’d masturbated to the thought of Jen–or Leah or Holly–doing exactly this, I never thought it would *actually* happen.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Quinn? Doing okay?” Leah sat down on the chair across from the couch.

Jen looked up at me, my cock firmly pressed against her inner cheek.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just, uh–” my brain wasn’t working. I was too busy watching Jen swallow me.

Popping me out of her mouth, Jen stroked her spit along my shaft. “This is hard! You’re thick too. I’m just getting warmed up, though. I can definitely take you deeper.”

“Well, maybe we should…” my insincere protest trailed off as Jen began bobbing up and down in my lap again. Without thinking, my hand slipped up her shoulder–where I noticed the absence of a bra strap–and around the back of her neck. I applied some gentle pressure, encouraging Jen to take me further into her throat. I felt myself scrape against the ridges of her palette and then begin to enter her windpipe.

She gagged, two small streams of spit beginning to pour at the corners of her lips. But she persevered and her slender neck began to distend.

“Ooh,” Leah observed, “Jen’s pretty good at this. That’s a bit more than halfway.”

I noticed that my redheaded friend was fidgeting with the elastic waistband of her–too fucking tight–yoga shorts. But before I could see where whether she was seriously considering masturbating right now, my gaze was pulled back to Jen when I heard a loud *GLUCK*.

She was speeding up now and it was–oh, I was pushing her head down. Her eyes looked up at me for a second while I thrust her closer to my abdomen and I could see tears forming at their corners.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I exhaled, wrapping my heels behind Jen’s ass and pulling her closer to my groin. “You can go deeper.”

“Damn, Quinn. Mmph,” Leah’s voice came out like a high-pitched whine and I could see she was rubbing her thighs together. “I didn’t know you could be so…*demanding*.”

“She wanted it,” I said, leaning back slightly to give Jen more space to take me. “She got me all fucking worked up and now she needs to finish the job.”

Jen’s hands started to push against my inner thighs. I loosened my grip on her head and she pulled back, huffing deeply. A strand of saliva ran from her lower lip to her collarbone.

“Whew, you’re really fucking big, Quinn. Leah.” She turned to the redhead. “Leah!” She said again, impatiently.

“Hm? What?” Leah’s hand was in her shorts now.

“C’mere and give it a shot. I need a little break.”

Leah giggled, “I bet I can go even *deeper*.”