Prompt: She is shocked to overhear her boyfriend bragging to his friends that she “sucks cock like she’s starving for it.” But what offends her the most is that they don’t even believe him!

As Grace walked along the path, she heard them laughing. Not her boyfriend Alex but his stupid friends. Rolling her eyes, she wondered why she’d pushed so hard to come along.

“Bro I’m fucking serious, she sucks my cock like she’s starving for it. Like she needs dick. Like she’s possessed by a cocksucking demon and she’s trying to suck my soul straight out through my cock. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Bull fucking shit,” Seth challenged, “Dave dated her freshman year and he used to call her a dead fish. Why are you lying man, why did you even let her come on this trip. I knew she had your balls but your soul too huh?”

His friend’s laughed again as Alex jumped to deny it, “Shut the fuck up man, you have no fucking idea.”

Grace, stopping in her tracks as she listened carefully. Are they really talking about me..? Like that? She felt the heat of anger, not that they would gossip, but that they didn’t believe her boyfriend. Dead fish? How rude.

“Dave’s a fucking liar,” Alex added, looking serious.

“Maybe your little tick tac wiener is easier for her,” another friend, Mark, sneered, bringing another wave of laughter from the rest of them, “I doubt your fish could handle what I’ve got.”

Grace shook her head. Alex was definitely not a tick tack, what the fuck did they know, what fucking dicks! She quickly followed the path around the bend, walking out on the deck.

“Hii,” Grace said loudly, “I brought some more beers for you boys, my way of saying thanks for letting me crash the weekend.”

Grace flashed a wide smile, making sure to make eye contact with each of them, Alex, Seth, Jeff, and especially Mark.

“Thanks Babe,” Alex said, grabbing her waist and kissing her hand.

Leaning forward, Mark took a beer from the pack, “Yea, thanks babe,” he mocked.

Grace, biting her tongue, flashed him another smile instead, sitting next to Alex.

The night went on with Grace mostly sitting next to Alex, all of them around a small fire pit. The boys told jokes, played cards, largely ignored her.

Just after midnight, Alex was clearly drunk. He was fond of heavy drinking, slurring his words and leaning hard against Grace.

“Babe, I think you’re drunk!” Grace giggled, pushing his arm, “Let me walk you back to bed before you pass out down here.”

“Whaat?” he asked, looking down his nose at her with his head cocked. His eyes rolled around in his head, clearly already beyond inebriated.

“Ugh, cmon, lets go,” Grace said, pulling his arm.

Alex slumped further as she moved, no longer able to keep himself upright.

“The boy overdid it,” Seth laughed, “can’t drink without a soul.”

Grace rolled her eyes, she knew exactly what he was talking about, but played dumb. They were all drunk.

“What are you talking about? Can one of you help me with him?”

“Just leave him,” Mark said, “he’ll be fine, pass me another beer instead.”

She eyed Mark, he was always such an asshole. Alex had settled flat on his back, half snoozing, clearly passed out.

“You sure you want a beer from a fish?”

Mark’s eyes narrowed as Seth laughed, “Oh shit man,”

Mark held up his hand with a little smirk, “Yea I’ll take the beer,”

Grace stood squarely, feeling the anger from earlier. Grabbing the beer, she moved to him slowly, holding it out. As he reached out, she held it tight, making him pull it hard from her hand.

“I heard you talking about shit you don’t know nothing about,” Grace said with narrowed eyes, “both of you,”

Her head turned to look at Seth, who held up his hands. “Hey I was just making jokes,” he defended, looking down.

Mark however kept his eyes on her, “if I don’t know shit why don’t you show me then,” he challenged.

“Show you?”

Mark didn’t say anything, still smirking as he let the silence hang between them.

“What the fuck, like I’m going to suck your dick or some shit? My boyfriend’s right there,” she spat, pointing to Alex.

Mark just grinned, “you’re the one saying I don’t know shit, lets fucking see then, or go sit back down next to your little bitch.”

Grace seethed, gritting her teeth, staring down at Mark. Part of her wanted to kick him squarely between the legs. This pretentious asshole, and yet part of her wanted to prove her wrong. Fucking bully, she bet he wouldn’t know what to do if she did it.

“Fine, pull out your tick tac then, you talk so much shit, lets see asshole,” she challenged.

If Mark was surprised, he didn’t show it. Instead without another word he reached down, under the waistband of his shorts, pulling out a thick, half hard prick.

Grace froze, her eyes locked at his crotch. Surprised he’d called her bluff so casually, right front of his friends, and her boyfriend. She was also surprised at his girth. He wasn’t much bigger than Alex, but looked so much thicker, definitely not a tick tac.

Mark watched her face with amusement, “what’s wrong fishy, can’t handle that?”

Her eyes instantly flicked back to his, flashing her annoyance. Such an asshole. Still.. how far was this going to go? She wasn’t going to cheat, but.. shutting him up, god she wanted to.

“Doesn’t look like much to me,” she lied, trying to wound his oversized ego.

“Uh huh, sure fish,” he shot back, gripping the thick mast of a cock, flopping it back and forth in his hand, watching her eyes follow, “I’m waiting.”

Behind her Seth and Jeff sat silent, watching closely. This was Alex’s girl.. off limits right? What was Mark thinking? I mean, there was no way she was going to do it, and Alex would be pissed. After another second of silence, they both looked on, shocked as Grace slid down to her knees.

Between his legs, she didn’t say a word. Putting up her long brown hair instead and taking a deep breath. With one last look back at Alex, she grabbed his prick. Her fingers barely fit around it, already growing in her hand. She was surprised at how much more it grew. A massive thing, now pulsing, the tip oozing in her face. Jesus christ, she thought, trying to hide her astonishment. Still determined, she kissed the tip, her soft lips wrapping around the head, her tongue moving just underneath. Showing her pride, she kept her eyes on his, looking up at him as she started to swallow his massive prick.

Each inch further was no easy feat, though her jaw loosened as she relaxed. Grace loved sucking cock, the biggest reason their disbelief riled her up so much. She could already feel thick drool from her throat coating him, leaking around her lips and down his shaft. The taste of his precum filled her mouth, the smell of his crotch, his cock intoxicating. It was new, yet familiar. She began to work, slurping and sucking, finding a rhythm, taking him deeper. He wasn’t too big, though as she gulped, feeling his head pulsing in her throat, it was certainly a challenge. The silence suddenly filled with the lewd sounds of her throat and soon after Mark’s helpless grunt as he hung his head back.

Her fingers slid along the base of his shaft, the last few inches not buried in her throat. She wanted to milk him, emboldened by his groan. Her throat bounced, frenzied, hungry, sucking deeply, using her tongue to tease him and her throat to squeeze his cockhead. After a few seconds, she felt his fingers in her hair, another grunt from above. Already she could feel his cock pulsing, aching, his balls tightening.

What a little bitch, he was going to cum already? she thought, squirming. Drool poured down his cock, making a slick mess around her fingers as she pumped him, letting her hand tease his hairy balls. With her jaw wide, almost all of his prick disappeared, her tight throat squeezing every inch. cmon, feed me cum, she squealed, letting out a soft moan as she massaged his balls.

Mark’s legs went straight, tense as his body flexed back.

“Oh fuck,” he managed as his hand gripped her hair, overwhelmed and helpless in her throat, “please.”

With another grunt, his head swelled, twitching as it gushed. As hot seed pumped into her mouth, she didn’t slow, swallowing the mess down as he fed her. With each pulse of his cock, she swelled with pride. Less than two minutes and he’d already cum.

Feeling his prick slow to an ooze, she slurped, pulling him slowly from her mouth, only letting his cockhead free after sucking hard, pulling ever bit of cum from the tip.

“That didn’t take long,” she said smugly, letting his slober coated cock flop back and forth in her hand. His shorts were soaked in with thick drool, as was Grace’s chest, her shirt clinging to her cleavage. Mark held his hands over his eyes, trembling still and sucking in air. No pithy quip or challenging remark.

Grace felt amazing, powerful, sexy. She felt in control as she got her feet under her, standing over Mark’s spent form.

“Aww poor boy,” she teased, reaching down to grip his cockhead and squeezing. Mark twitched, letting out another groan.

Maybe she was a demon, she thought. Her eyes glimmered as she turned to look at Seth and Jeff. Both looked stunned, mouth’s agape.

“Who’s next,” Grace giggled, stepping towards them.