Part I
It started out as one of the uncollectible dates I 'd ever had.
He was proficient looking enough, to be certainly ... tall, blonde, and decorous muscles showed through the nice suit.
And he had money. Designer sunglasses hid his emerald eyes while he drove, and when he laid them down ; it was on the dash of a beautiful blueFerrari convertible.
But his lordliness was overwhelming.
'' Order whatever you want, sister, '' He said as he offered me the card, then added, `` I can afford anything, especially when I 'm about to bag a hottie like you. ``
About to bag me !
'' Salad 's alright, thanks, '' I said when the server came by. I did n't desire anything heavy on my stomach when I dumped this creep. It was surprising we made it through the repast at all, since the conversation was all one-track.
'' So, those are some nice tits, toot. How big are we talking here ? DD 's ? E 's ? Bigger ? ``
'' Would n't you like to know. '' I said, trying to make the frosty quality of my voice apparent.
He stretched, settling into his seat.
'' well, I guess I 'll be finding out soon enough. '' Hereasoned.
I decided to let him throw it.
'' This is our start date ! What makes you so sure ! ? You have n't talked to me at all, you have n't shown pastime in me as a person, and you 're obviously so full of yourself, you 're about to explode with hot air ! ``
I let it slump in.
He did n't bat an eye, and even smiled.
'' Oh I 'm totally sure, infant. And of course I 'm not interested in you as a mortal ... squeamish hip joint like that, nice legs, and those melons ! the Nazarene, we 're lucky I 'm not tipping the table ! ``
'' What did you say ! ? '' I gasped.
'' Let me labor you home. '' He smiled, standing.
Part II
On the way home, he pulled over ; the quiet stint of road to my house had few travelers this of late, and bunch of stars.
'' Oh, so NOW you 're going to try to protrude romancing me, huh ? '' I huffed.
'' Romance this, bitch ! '' He sneered, and suddenly raised his hips to get down his pants.
'' I- ''
I stopped.
I stared.
My pulsing fluttered.
My mouth watered, and it was n't all that was moistening.
A sudden hunger was awoken in me I did n't know I had.
'' Oh my God '' I barely whispered.
It looked as thick as stout chair leg, and it was at to the lowest degree ten inches long to where was cascading over the monolithic balls, and it was hanging down his properly thigh.
Hanging because it was still soft !
'' I 've never se- ''
'' Seen one so big ? '' He interrupted me. `` Of course you have n't. I 'm the most man you will ever meet, and do n't you fucking draw a blank it. ``
'' Is it- ''
'' real ? Of grade it 's fucking existent. You 'll sense that soon enough.
'' I muh-uh- ''
'' How about you stop putting your base in your rima oris, busty, and you put this in it instead ? ``
He was still an arrogant slit, but somehow was n't the prick I cared about anymore.
I leaned my head in for a closer look, and was struck by the pungent, masculine scent emanating from him. Clean, strong, and capable of crushing my sentiment by filling my nostril with lust.
I took a second to marvel at the balls. They had the texture and shape of a pair of tan Brazil crackpot, but they were much with child. Each was easily the size of a mature mango, and they looked heavy and wax enough -- resting on those nicely muscled tranquil thighs -- to burst forth with sweet juice.
I lowered my heading, Kuki resting on his leg, and stuck out my lingua. The musky taste was divine as I lifted a unmarried monumental nut onto my tongue, lapping at it slowly and firmly, running my taste buds around the bumpy circumference.
As I reached the top the big ball plopped back down.
Then I was hooked, addicted, and in a frenzy.
My hands hefted his with child sack and each cradled a bingle tremendous nut, squeezing gently and firm, pumping them a minuscule up and down as my tongue went on the onslaught. I licked and lapped and sucked and slurped, slowly getting the assurance to pop as a lot as one hemisphere of a source slinger between my big soft lips.
I 'm proud of my lips ... they 're entire then any other char 's I 've ever seen, and perfect tense for placing gentle, puckering candy kiss anywhere I want. Soon his gargantuan, bloated baby-juice udder were covered in my saliva and effort, gleaming from the effect.
Then IT started to uprise ...
It was barely turgid as it slapped into my face, and then rubbed along my face on its upward itinerary, my eyes following it with wonder. The humongous tower of man-flesh writhed a little as it stiffened into place, towering above me ; a yearn, farseeing phantasm was now cast along my head.
Inch after inch it swelled and grew, each momentlending it a little more rigidity, the flare up question bulging threateningly, the duncish stalk pumping out to what appeared to be the thickness of a liter-bottle to my dazed eyes.
Slowly I lifted my foreland, taking in the longsighted journey to the top with my eyes, stopping poised just above the cum-slit. The hole was pinky-thick, and set in the centre of a beautiful double-shot-glass sized principal, acorn shaped and velvet purple.
'' worship my cock. '' He commanded.
And I did, taking a yearn pilgrimage from the headback down to his testicle, placing slight lapping licksalong the way. My tongue was shy and demure atfirst, the awesome, dwarfing size of his rod beingmore then a little intimidating, but grew impatient to cover to a greater extent ground.
I cradled his fat musket ball in the medal of my helping hand and gave them a last loving kiss, and then started to spiral back up his hammer, making sure enough tocover every part of it with my swabbing tongue.
By the prison term I had reached top, it was burbling over and spouting out streaming gout of thick, male precum.
I darted out my tongue and tasted a little. Rollingmy eyes back into my head word I savored the rich savour. His man-cream was so dense, I could feel each drop sliding all the way down my throat towards my cum-hungry stomach.
I wanted more.
I savaged the head of his shaft with my mouth, licking and slurping all over, spreading a thick mass of precum and lusty spit around it, heavy white pearl sliding down the face. I made out with his cum slit, dipping my tongue in, and letting my poofy lips embrace all the rest, not ceasing in their request to stimulate the massive cock-top.
When I broke from the squashy kiss, a score of tendrils connected my lips to his goliath obelisk. Rather then letting them break, I whipped out my natural language and snapped up each piddling cum-cable, relishing the result.
The time had come to land up the job. I reluctantly released his toilsome nutsac, and wrapped both of my mitt around the shaft. I placed them at leasta wrist-length apart, and still wad of cock emerged from both closing. I was looking at perhaps 8 in still exposed at the top of my higher paw. This was gon na take a little work.
I began to pump. I jerked, jacked, and beat off this monster, and brought my head low to lap heavily at the head.
He groaned, his spokesperson holding Sir Thomas More power now, '' suction on it, slut ! ``
I pulled back and stared at the question. Now fully voiceless it looked almost as big and red as a fresh Malus pumila, no way I could fit it in my mouth.
But he reached down under my mentum, and cuppingmy face in his longsighted fingers, he tilted my head up and looked me in the expression, his expression cold and serious.
'' suck on it. '' He said calmly.
Well, I opened my mouth, and pressed it to the cockhead. I swabbed my natural language on it and caughta juicy dollop of precum. The taste inspired me, and I did something I did n't know I could. My oral cavity stretched to take him in, my big lips pushing in on themselves to make way for the vast ram entering.
My cheek burned as they hollowed around the big ball club in suction, my back talk stretched and my jawaching. I slid down inch after inch of monumental shaft, until I had a good five inches in, the colossal school principal blocking my throat.
I held like this only a bit to let myself get used to it, and then I started to bob my head.
I sucked his cock like I was trying to dethaw a polaricicle with my mouth.
I sucked his pecker like I was trying to immerse the top end of a baseball game bat.
I sucked his cock like a nostalgic porn starlet showing off her moves. I tried heavy to decease myself on the fat prick, mews of pleasance escaping my mouth as I glided up and down the thick meat.
It was n't long before my script were back in the action, pulling on the life-threatening dong for all theywere worth.
I pumped, bobbed, jacked, sucked, slurped and moaned on that dick until I saw those massive balls shift as they tightened a little.
Frankly I was a petty panic-stricken. I could feel that first base blast of sperm as it traveled the long way uphis shaft with my hands and sassing. What suddenly burst from the end was like nothing I could imagine.
Firstly his spermatozoan was hot. Not the normal lukewarm love-juice, but almost steaming as it basted my tonsils.
Secondly, there was a lot of it. I thought he was on his third base shot when that firstly quart of ball hitter subsided, and the second shot was even full-grown. Of course I took that one on the nerve sinceI 'd choked and pulled back on the first shooter, cum bubbled out from my back talk, sliding down the titanic shaft in a thick sheet.
While I was sputtering and coughing with shock, his cannon erupted in a another fusillade, hitting me dead on the nose.
Cum splashed across my right impudence and up just around my eye.
It pasted the underside of my black-market eruption in white.
It dripped above my mouth in a thickset man-milk mustache.
It spilled from my face onto my tits, little dollops on the right wing and a authentic puddle on the left.
Not wanting to blow any more, I pressed my rim back onto his head, this time getting my tongue ready for the arrest, and pumped his handle hard.
I wanted every drop.
The cloudburst I got in my lip was delicious, though a little like trying to eat a whole can of whip-cream in less than five mo. My spit was coated in succulent spermatozoon, the rich spirit overwhelming me. Three quick gulps and it was down, just in time to gather the fourth shot.
I chugged, my pharynx working non-stop to deposit the artificial lake of jizz into my breadbasket, butI still could n't go along up.
succus exploded from my mouth as it filled, my biglips now smothered in dripping fluid. I made pouty noise of protest as more and more delightful cum escaped, using my jacking manus to slip some back up for me later.
By the time the twelfth and final examination shooting has been fired, there was a river of thick cum flowing from my Kuki-Chin, down my cervix, and pooling in my segmentation. I pulled back with a hiccup and stared at the tremendous prong, still not believing it.
He gave his huge shaft a unity diddlysquat ( I noticed not even his long digit me around it, ) and gave me the once over, chuckling a little.
'' cook for the main course ? '' He asked.
I hiccupped again in response.
share III
I 'd care to say I was n't scared, but I was looking at the most protracted, ( yes it was big enough to merit a double positively charged ! ) thickest, snake I had ever seen on a man, and I was about to try putting it in my average-sized pussy.
The shaft was now glistening with the wake of a cum-shower that could have washed down an elephant and still had enough left over for twohorny cumsluts afterwards.
Of course another portion was in my stomach, and I could fairly sense it sloshing around, tasty and thick.
I reached up under my bird, and pulled my now dripping pantie down my legs.
He gave an evil leer, `` Pardon me miss, you seem to be leaking. ``
I blushed deep as he shifted the posterior back to giveme more room.
I straddled his pelvic arch and poised my pussy over thepillar, readying myself for anything.
I lowered ...
Lowered ...
And then my pussy lips were on the tip, spreading slowly to admit him to accede. By the meter I was halfway down just the head of the thing, they were a little sore.
With a grunt, I shifted my hips and had the unscathed headway in me. I froze a minute, my canal pulsing swiftly, stretching and accommodating him.
As I slid down slower, I was glad I had so often lubricant pouring from me.
I could n't lie to myself any longer ... the lubricating substance had been pouring since even the restaurant. This was a man who carried himself like the huge bulge in his pants did n't lie, and it was fundamental in how it aroused me like nothing ever could.
I slid inch after inch, sensitive nerve-endings grating on thickheaded puppet, shock absorber ripping through mybody.
I was biting my lip and whimpering faintly by the time I bottomed out. Then I looked down and realized that despite having what might have been as often as nine inch of monstrous man-meat in me, there was still half of it stickingout.
I gave a gasp and went faint on his shoulders.
He chuckled and grabbed my rosehip. Then I was rising, the flanged cock-head arousing every inchof pussy that it passed on the way up.
His corded muscles bulged a little as he lifted me, but it was obvious I was nothing to him in termsof effort. Soon the cockhead was all that was left in me, and I arched my rear with lust. The void suddenly left in my kitty-cat longed to be filled, stuffed, crammed replete of this cock.
I shifted in his grasp, tossing my headspring from side of meat toside, my pumpkin-sized orb jiggling just above his head.
He grinned.
'' You want more ? '' He asked.
'' Yes ! Yes you bull-hung mongrel, piece of ass ME ! '' I did n't bonk I could speak that way !
Then he dropped me. My eyes film wide of the mark as nine inches was in me in a heart pulsation, his hands catching me just as his cock tapped my innermost wall.
My cunt spasmed once as though trying to divinewhat had happened, and then I came and came hard.
I tossed my head back, a red flush spreading from my face to my neck to my titmouse, a lightning crack spreading from my peg through my body.
Then he was fucking me.
He held me slightly aloft, gliding his length into me again and again, his putz ruthlessly savaging my cunt with punishing pounds.
His rose hip slapped into mine, and I could take heed the pace growth as he punished my cunt faster andfaster.
I came, and then came again intemperately, over that sexual climax, the twin sensations racing through me almost competitively.
I went limp in his weaponry, but he just continued fucking endless mil of massive meat into me, his hard arms supporting me fully, my tits swaying as though my bra were n't even there.
As I was ripping through my 5th climax, suddenly he spin out me, dousing mettle endings in anew sensation in mid-cum. I think I my have cried out something about him being a big-cocked god, but who knows.
Now I was leaning slightly forward on the steerage wheel, his poke carrying me up faster now.
Orgasm act seven had me groping at my own tits, spreading the champion around with my hands.
When he finally unloaded inside me, blasting the backlog of those heavy, tasty testes into my womb, it was incredible. Each squirt had enough pressure and hotness to trigger a little mini-gasm within me, though I passed out on the eighth, and was n't conscious until it was over.
I braced myself on the sprint, and stood, his softening tool still thick enough to beseech out against the walls of my kitty-cat as I went.
As his head popped disembarrass, a torrential down pour erupted from between my peg, a manly-mixed pussy cocktail splashed down onto the seat, and I collapsed into the wet position as my stage buckled.
The car was in power train and he drove me the sleep of the way to my door.
'' foretell me ? '' I whimpered pathetically.
'' We 'll see. '' He said .