“Everything okay?” I ask, chuckling nervously.

She nods without looking up. “Just getting to know your penis. Charlotte suggested it so I’m giving it a try.”

I should be embarrassed that she was talking about my penis with her sister, but I spent the evening telling her father how good my sperm was and then had to explain to him I wasn’t masturbating to a picture of his wife in their bedroom while he beat the shit out of me. She can discuss my penis with whomever she likes.

“Take your time. Whatever you need,” I tell her, dropping my head back to the bed and relaxing now that I know she isn’t disappointed that I have an ugly penis.

“Feel free to…holy mother of God,” I mutter with a groan when I feel her hand wrap around the base of my cock.

I try to come up with something more to say, something hot and sexy like, Yeah, that’s it baby, harder, but as soon as I open my mouth, her warm, wet lips are sliding over the head of my cock and all I can manage is, “Fuuuuuuuuck-shit-damn-good-God-almighty-mouth-penis.”

I’ve had plenty of blowjobs over the years. Some good ones and some bad ones, but I can’t for the life of me remember anything about them once I feel Molly’s mouth on me. I can’t even remember my name or what day it is when she starts bobbing her head up and down, sucking on me and swirling her tongue around the head of my dick each time she gets to the tip.

Grabbing handfuls of the blanket above my head, I hold on for dear life when her hand tightens around the base of my cock and she moves it up and down the length along with her mouth. Each time she goes down, she takes me in her mouth a little further until I see stars behind my closed eyes and I’m a little embarrassed at how fast my orgasm starts to approach. I’m pretty proud of the fact that I can last as long as a woman needs and I’ve never been a two-pump-chump, even as a teenager, but I’ve never had a woman’s mouth on my dick that I fantasized about for two years and it’s overwhelming. Pushing aside the shame of my weakness, I realize I should warn her I’m dangerously close to coming. I learned my lesson back in high school with Michelle Johnson, but I was a rookie then, figuring if she was going to put her mouth of my dick, she should know the only possible outcome would be me having an orgasm, and therefore she should expect it to happen at any moment, moving away if needed. I kept my lips sealed and started coming in her mouth with a smile on my face. She jerked away from my dick mid-orgasm and the mistake of not warning her resulted in screaming, crying, and jizz in the eye. Michelle wasn’t too happy either.

As soon as I feel the head of my dick touch the back of Molly’s throat, my balls tighten, my legs start to tingle and I open my mouth to give her the required warning in case she’s not a swallower.

Before I can say anything, I hear her gag and the words die on my tongue. One might think the sound of a chick gagging on your dick would be a turn-off, but one would be wrong. Feeling bad that I’m disobeying one of her rules, I open my eyes and lift my head to watch. There’s nothing hotter than watching a girl go to town on your dick.

Unfortunately, her long hair is hanging down over her face and I can’t get a good view of her mouth, but at least I can imagine what it looks like as I feel her take me deeper, another small gagging sound coming from her.

I smile and give myself a mental pat on the back for having such a monster dick that it makes her gag. I’m so busy giving myself a high five and enjoying the way her tongue feels sliding up and down my cock that it takes me a second to realize she’s still gagging. There’s a musical rhythm to it now—slurp, gag, slurp, gag, slurp, gag. I admire her determination and her refusal to quit, and it almost makes me wish I wasn’t seconds away from coming so I could make it last all night.

Then, something horrific happens. It’s so horrific that I should look away, but it’s like driving up on a car accident and slowing down to see if there are any bodies lying in the road. It’s wrong and you feel dirty for doing it, but it’s impossible not to stare. My eyes are glued to Molly’s body and I can’t force myself to look at something else. Anything else, for fuck’s sake.

She gags harder and louder and her back bows while she continues trying to swallow my dick. The sounds coming from her mouth immediately stop being hot and move right into something out of a scary movie. She’s choking and gagging so violently that her back keeps arching with every sound she makes until she starts to resemble a cat trying to cough up a fur ball. I’ve had a few pet cats over the years. I’ve watched them stop what they’re doing to choke and heave and bob their head until they manage to yak up whatever was stuck in their throat. That’s what is happening right at this moment and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

I’m so conflicted. Molly’s giving me a blow-job.

My dick is making her choke like a cat trying to bring up a wet, slimy ball of hair.

But Molly’s giving me a blow-job!

“Hey, are you okay? It’s fine, you can stop,” I mutter, my ears ringing with the sounds of her retching and my eyes glued to her back as it continues to spasm.

She shakes her head no as much as she can with my dick still stuffed in her mouth and works through the pain like a trooper. I’m ashamed to say that even with how horrified I am right now, my dick is still hard as a rock and my orgasm continues teetering close the edge.

She tries to speak, but her voice comes out garbled and muffled. It sounds like she’s saying “I’m not a quitter,” but it’s impossible to know for sure since she refuses to remove her mouth from my dick and tries to say the words again.

The vibrations from her voice are like a bolt of electricity shooting right to my balls and while she does her best impression of a hairball yacking cat straddling my thighs, I come so hard and so quickly it takes the breath from my lungs and I lose the ability to think. My hips jerk and my mouth opens wide with a pathetic, high-pitch squeak instead of a manly shout as I experience the best, and possibly weirdest, orgasm of my life.

My happiness at learning the girl of my dreams is in fact a swallower is short-lived. With the pleasure of my orgasm still floating through my dick and balls, Molly’s back arches one last time and she finally gets that pesky hairball up. Or the gallon of vodka she must have downed before I got here. For the first time in my life, and hopefully the only time, a girl pukes on my dick.

Oh, Jesus Christ! Not only is there puke on my dick, there is puke filled with jizz on my dick. I don’t give a fuck if it’s my own jizz, it’s jizz-puke and it’s ON MY FUCKING DICK!

She finally removes her mouth from me as the last of the puke trickles out onto my penis and I prepare myself to give her as many words of comfort as I can so she isn’t embarrassed because Jesus fucking Christ she just puked on my cock!

Don’t worry about me and my dick covered in vomit mixed with mucusy spooge. It’s fine; it’s totally fine that I can feel it dripping down my balls and into my ass crack. I need to play it cool or she’ll never want to put her mouth on my penis again.

Molly quickly sits up on my legs and drags the back of her hand across her mouth. I give her a second to compose herself and pretend like the puke sliding down my hips and between my legs is just warm water. Slimy, jizzy water. It’s fine, puke washes off of balls, no biggie. As long as Molly is okay, I can handle pukey balls.

She finally lifts her head to look at me and I give her a small smile.

“It’s okay, no big deal,” I reassure her.

Without a word, she slides off my lap and crawls up to the top of the bed, flopping face-first into the pile of pillows.

I watch her quietly for a few minutes and she doesn’t move.