Chapter 7: The Gag Reflex
Rachel held Peter's enormous cock in her hand. It wasn't fully erect yet, but under the touch of her fingers, the brunette felt it begin to stir, a slow, primal awakening that sent a corresponding jolt through her own body. The weight of it was alarming, a dense, living heat against her palm.
"Show me what you've got," Peter said, his voice a low rumble from above. He wasn't leaning forward, just watching her from his throne of worn leather, his arms still draped along the back of the recliner."Just your hands. Let's see if you know what you're doing."
The petite brunette began to slowly stroke Peter's cock. She did this with Finn too, but it was nothing like it. With Finn, it was habitual, a rhythm she could achieve while half-thinking about the laundry or what to make for dinner. This was an archaeological study, a mapping of foreign territory. She immediately felt the heft of him, unlike Finn's, which she held easily in one hand.This required attention. It demanded two.
"It's like... a fucking baseball bat," she whispered, more to herself than to him. Her other hand came up to join the first, her fingers barely meeting around the thick circumference. She worked her hands from base to tip, a slow, exploring glide. "Finn's is just... a pencil. A nice pencil, but Jesus." She felt it swell beneath her fingers, thickening and lengthening in real time, the skin growing taut and slick. The sensation was unfamiliar to Rachel, who felt a dark, thrilling excitement rising within her, a heat pooling low in her stomach that had nothing to do with affection and everything to do with sheer, shocking physiology.
She quickened her pace, her hands moving in a firmer, more purposeful rhythm. Peter's cock was too big, and she had to use her other hand to steady the base, to try and contain the sheer magnitude of it. It was the first time she'd needed both hands to stroke a boy's cock. The reality of that fact—both hands—echoed in her head, humiliating and exhilarating.
After a while, the cock became fully erect, appearing even more imposing than it had been flaccid. It stood straight up from his groin, an obelisk of flushed, veined flesh. It was, she realized with a dizzying drop in her gut, taller than the length of her head from chin to crown."See?" Peter said, a note of smug satisfaction in his tone. He gestured loosely at her two-handed grip. "Every girl ends up here. Every single one. One hand's a tease. This," he nodded down at her working fists, "this is the reality of it."
Then he ordered her to use her tongue. "Enough with the hands. I want to feel that clever little mouth."
Rachel Berry brought her lips to the head of his penis and ran her tongue over the slit. The taste was much milder than Finn's, cleaner, just a faint salt. But more importantly, she couldn'tt cover it as quickly as her boyfriend's. With Finn, a few flicks, a circle or two, and she'd licked the entire head. This was a landscape. She circled her tongue around the broad crown, then continued licking down the shaft, her tongue flat against the pulsing vein on the underside. Covering Peter's penis with her tongue seemed like a long, dedicated journey compared to the quick errand it was with Finn.
She amused herself like this for a few minutes, lost in the strange, clinical yet intimate task, while Peter complimented her in a lazy drawl."Good girl. You learn fast. Quinn used to choke just on the tip, but you're getting there."
Then Finn's brother told her it was time to show him what she could do with her mouth. "Okay, enough touring the monument. Let's see if you can actually take it. Bet it'll be a nice change from Finn's little pecker."
Peter placed a hand on the back of Rachel's head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He didn't force her, but made a gentle, insistent movement that invited the brunette to open her mouth to let the head of his penis in. She stared at the swollen tip, her heart hammering against her ribs. She opened her jaw much wider than she ever had with Finn, until the hinges ached, and leaned forward.
The head of his penis finally disappeared into her mouth. It was an immediate, overwhelming fullness. The broad crown pressed against the roof of her mouth, the underside fat against her tongue. She struggled to breathe through her nose, her eyes watering instantly. Peter guided her, a slight pressure on the back of her head, while pushing his penis in a little further. Another inch, maybe two. The stretch was burning, unbelievable. She made a wet, gagging sound deep in her throat, her body instinctively trying to rebel.
He withdrew his penis with a soft, slick pop. Rachel gasped, drool slick on her chin, tears blurring her vision.
"Not bad," Peter said, his breathing slightly heavier. He looked down at her, her lips red and stretched."A good start. For a beginner."
He didn't give her time to recover. His hand flexed in her hair. "Now, let's try for a little more."
He thrust his penis back into Rachel's mouth, a smoother, more confident motion this time. She swallowed a few more inches of Peter's penis before her throat closed, a solid, reflexive wall of muscle. The head was now nudging the back of her throat, a terrifying, impossible presence. The world narrowed to the smell of him, the taste, the ache in her jaw, and the vibrating hum of his low, approving groan above her. She was pinned there, on her knees, a consequence of her own terrible, thrilling curiosity made flesh, and there was no going back.