Part I
It started out as one of the spoiled dates I 'd ever had.
He was well looking enough, to be sure enough ... tall, blonde, and enough muscles showed through the nice suit.
And he had money. room decorator sunglasses hid his emerald eyes while he drove, and when he laid them down ; it was on the style of a beautiful blueFerrari convertible.
But his arrogance was overwhelming.
'' Order whatever you want, sister, '' He said as he offered me the card, then added, `` I can open anything, especially when I 'm about to bag a hottie like you. ``
About to bag me !
'' Salad 's very well, thanks, '' I said when the waiter came by. I did n't want anything weighed down on my abdomen when I dumped this creep. It was surprising we made it through the meal at all, since the conversation was all one-track.
'' So, those are some nice titty, toot. How big are we talking here ? DD 's ? E 's ? Bigger ? ``
'' Would n't you like to screw. '' I said, trying to make the glacial quality of my spokesperson apparent.
He stretched, settling into his seat.
'' Well, I guess I 'll be finding out soon enough. '' Hereasoned.
I decided to let him have it.
'' This is our first date ! What makes you so sure ! ? You have n't talked to me at all, you have n't shown pursuit in me as a someone, and you 're obviously so full of yourself, you 're about to explode with hot air ! ``
I let it lapse in.
He did n't bat an eye, and even smiled.
'' Oh I 'm totally surely, babe. And of course I 'm not concern in you as a person ... nice hips like that, nice wooden leg, and those melons ! Christ, we 're lucky I 'm not tipping the table ! ``
'' What did you say ! ? '' I gasped.
'' Let me drive you domicile. '' He smiled, standing.
Part II
On the way home, he pulled over ; the silence stretch of road to my house had few travelers this late, and lots of stars.
'' Oh, so NOW you 're going to try to start romancing me, huh ? '' I huffed.
'' Romance this, bitch ! '' He sneered, and suddenly raised his pelvis to frown his pants.
'' I- ''
I stopped.
I stared.
My pulse 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 stalwart chair leg, and it was at least ten inches long to where was cascading over the massive formal, and it was hanging down his compensate thigh.
wall 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 forget it. ``
'' Is it- ''
'' Real ? Of path it 's fucking genuine. You 'll finger that soon enough.
'' I muh-uh- ''
'' How about you stop putting your invertebrate foot in your mouth, busty, and you put this in it instead ? ``
He was still an arrogant prick, but somehow was n't the slit I cared about anymore.
I leaned my head in for a closer flavour, and was struck by the pungent, masculine odor emanating from him. Clean, strong, and capable of crushing my thoughts by filling my nostrils with lust.
I took a second to marvel at the balls. They had the texture and shape of a pair of tan Brazil nuts, but they were much larger. Each was easily the sizing of a advanced Mangifera indica, and they looked heavy and full phase of the moon enough -- resting on those nicely muscled smooth second joint -- to burst forth with seraphic juice.
I lowered my head, chin resting on his leg, and stuck out my tongue. The musky appreciation was divine as I lifted a single monolithic nut onto my tongue, lapping at it slowly and firmly, running my taste buds around the rough 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 leaden sack and each cradled a single tremendous ball, squeezing gently and firm, pumping them a petty up and down as my lingua went on the attack. I licked and lapped and sucked and slurped, slowly getting the confidence to pop as a good deal as one hemisphere of a seed slinger between my big delicate lips.
I 'm majestic of my lips ... they 're fuller then any other fair sex 's I 've ever seen, and perfective for placing gentle, puckering buss anywhere I want. Soon his gargantuan, bloated baby-juice udder were covered in my spit and effort, gleaming from the effect.
Then IT started to mount ...
It was barely turgid as it slapped into my face, and then rubbed along my boldness on its upward way, my eye following it with wonder. The humongous column of man-flesh writhed a little as it stiffened into berth, towering above me ; a recollective, long shadow was now cast along my head.
in after inch it swelled and grew, each momentlending it a little more rigidity, the flared head bulging threateningly, the compact 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 long journey to the top with my eyes, stopping poised just above the cum-slit. The kettle of fish was pinky-thick, and set in the midriff of a beautiful double-shot-glass sized head, acorn shaped and velvet purple.
'' Worship my cock. '' He commanded.
And I did, taking a long pilgrimage from the headback down to his balls, placing little lapping licksalong the way. My clapper was shy and demure atfirst, the awesome, dwarfing size of his rod beingmore then a little intimidating, but grew impatient to cover Sir Thomas More ground.
I cradled his fat bollock in the palms of my hands and gave them a last loving candy kiss, and then started to corkscrew back up his tool, making for certain tocover every theatrical role of it with my swabbing tongue.
By the meter I had reached top, it was burbling over and spouting out streaming gouty arthritis of midst, virile precum.
I darted out my tongue and tasted a trivial. Rollingmy eyes back into my drumhead I savored the rich feel. His man-cream was so dense, I could experience each drop curtain sliding all the way down my pharynx towards my cum-hungry stomach.
I wanted more.
I savaged the chief of his shaft with my mouth, licking and slurping all over, spreading a thick hoi polloi of precum and full-blooded spittle around it, heavy egg white drop curtain sliding down the English. I made out with his cum puss, dipping my spit in, and letting my poofy sass embrace all the eternal rest, not ceasing in their call for to energize the massive cock-top.
When I broke from the sloppy candy kiss, a score of tendrils connected my lips to his giant obelisk. Rather then letting them break, I whipped out my knife and snapped up each little cum-cable, relishing the result.
The time had come to complete the job. I reluctantly released his intemperate nutsac, and wrapped both of my hands around the shaft. I placed them at leasta wrist-length apart, and still plenty of shaft emerged from both ends. I was looking at perhaps 8 inches still exposed at the top of my high-pitched hand. This was gon na assume 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 voice holding more power now, '' sucking on it, slut ! ``
I pulled back and stared at the head word. Now fully voiceless it looked almost as big and red as a reinvigorated orchard apple tree, no way I could fit it in my mouth.
But he reached down under my chin, and cuppingmy face in his tenacious digit, he tilted my head up and looked me in the boldness, his expression low temperature and serious.
'' Suck on it. '' He said calmly.
Well, I opened my mouth, and pressed it to the cockhead. I swabbed my glossa on it and caughta juicy dollop of precum. The taste inspired me, and I did something I did n't be intimate I could. My mouth stretched to ask him in, my big sass pushing in on themselves to make way for the immense ram entering.
My nerve burned as they hollowed around the big golf club in suction, my lip stretched and my jawaching. I slid down inch after inch of monumental shaft, until I had a unspoiled five inches in, the colossal drumhead blocking my throat.
I held like this only a moment to let myself get used to it, and then I started to bob my head.
I sucked his cock like I was trying to melt a polaricicle with my mouth.
I sucked his cock like I was trying to swallow the top end of a baseball game bat.
I sucked his rooster like a nostalgic porn starlet showing off her movement. I tried difficult to conk myself on the fat cocksucker, mews of pleasure escaping my mouth as I glided up and down the chummy meat.
It was n't long before my hands were back in the legal action, pulling on the dangerous dong for all theywere worth.
I pumped, bobbed, jacked, sucked, slurped and moaned on that dick until I saw those massive musket ball fracture as they tightened a little.
Frankly I was a lilliputian panicky. I could feel that showtime blast of spermatozoan as it traveled the long way uphis slam with my hands and mouth. What suddenly burst from the end was like nothing I could imagine.
Firstly his sperm cell 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 crack when that outset quart of ball batter subsided, and the mo shot was even self-aggrandizing. Of course I took that one on the face sinceI 'd choked and pulled back on the first blastoff, cum bubbled out from my backtalk, sliding down the titanic tool in a thick sheet.
While I was sputtering and coughing with shock, his shank erupted in a another volley, hitting me dead on the nose.
Cum splashed across my right cheek and up just around my eye.
It pasted the underside of my black hit in white.
It dripped above my mouth in a thick man-milk mustache.
It spilled from my face onto my pap, little dollops on the right and a unquestionable puddle on the left.
Not wanting to waste any more, I pressed my lips back onto his headway, this time getting my spit ready for the catch, and pumped his handle hard.
I wanted every drop.
The torrent I got in my mouth was delicious, though a little like trying to eat a whole can of whip-cream in less than five seconds. My tongue was coated in succulent sperm, the fertile nip overwhelming me. Three flying gulps and it was down, just in time to foregather the fourth part shot.
I chugged, my throat working non-stop to situate the reservoir of jizz into my belly, butI still could n't restrain up.
juice exploded from my backtalk as it filled, my biglips now smothered in dripping fluid. I made pouty noises of objection as more than and more delicious cum escaped, using my jacking custody to slide some back up for me later.
By the clip the twelfth part and final shot has been fired, there was a river of thick seed flowing from my mentum, down my cervix, and pooling in my cleavage. I pulled back with a hiccup and stared at the wonderful prong, still not believing it.
He gave his huge prick a single jack ( I noticed not even his long fingers me around it, ) and gave me the once over, chuckling a little.
'' Ready for the main trend ? '' He asked.
I hiccupped again in response.
Part III
I 'd care to say I was n't scared, but I was looking at the most drawn-out, ( yes it was big enough to deserve a double plus ! ) thickest, snake I had ever seen on a man, and I was about to try putting it in my average-sized pussy.
The stopcock was now glistening with the aftermath of a cum-shower that could accept washed down an elephant and still had enough left wing over for twohorny cumsluts afterwards.
Of course of action another portion was in my stomach, and I could fairly feel it sloshing around, tasty and thick.
I reached up under my doll, and pulled my now dripping panty down my legs.
He gave an evil sneer, `` pardon me miss, you seem to be leaking. ``
I blushed deep as he shifted the stern back to giveme more room.
I straddled his hip joint and poised my kitty over thepillar, readying myself for anything.
I lowered ...
Lowered ...
And then my purulent lip were on the tip, spreading slowly to leave him to recruit. By the fourth dimension I was halfway down just the header of the affair, they were a little sore.
With a grunt, I shifted my pelvic arch and had the totally mind in me. I froze a second, my canal pulse swiftly, stretching and accommodating him.
As I slid down ho-hum, I was gladiolus I had so practically lubricant pouring from me.
I could n't lie to myself any longer ... the lube had been pouring since even the eatery. This was a man who carried himself like the immense excrescence in his pant did n't lie, and it was primeval in how it aroused me like nothing ever could.
I slid inch after column inch, sensitive nerve-endings grating on thick tool, shocks 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 deliver been as much as nine inches of flagitious man-meat in me, there was still half of it stickingout.
I gave a pant and went faint on his shoulders.
He chuckled and grabbed my rose hip. Then I was rising, the flanged cock-head arousing every inchof pussy that it passed on the way up.
His corded muscles bulged a niggling as he lifted me, but it was obvious I was goose egg to him in termsof effort. Soon the cockhead was all that was left in me, and I arched my spine with lust. The vacancy suddenly left in my pussy longed to be filled, stuffed, crammed full of this cock.
I shifted in his adhesive friction, tossing my promontory from side toside, my pumpkin-sized globe jiggling just above his head.
He grinned.
'' You want More ? '' He asked.
'' Yes ! Yes you bull-hung asshole, piece of ass ME ! '' I did n't know I could talk that way !
Then he dropped me. My eyes shot wide as nine inches was in me in a essence heartbeat, his custody 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 mind back, a red peak spreading from my face to my neck to my tits, a lightning jibe spreading from my stage through my body.
Then he was fucking me.
He held me slightly aloft, gliding his length into me again and again, his cock ruthlessly savaging my snatch with punishing pounds.
His hips slapped into mine, and I could get a line the tempo gain as he punished my snatch faster andfaster.
I came, and then came again heavy, over that orgasm, the similitude superstar racing through me almost competitively.
I went hobble in his arms, but he just continued fucking sempiternal miles of massive essence into me, his inviolable arms supporting me fully, my tit swaying as though my bra were n't even there.
As I was ripping through my fifth orgasm, suddenly he whirl me, dousing nerve endings in anew sense impression 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 steering bike, his thrusts carrying me up faster now.
Orgasm telephone number seven had me groping at my own mamilla, spreading the wiz around with my hands.
When he finally unloaded inside me, blasting the reserve of those gruelling, tasty testes into my womb, it was unbelievable. Each spurt had plenty insistency and heat to trigger a piddling mini-gasm within me, though I passed out on the eighth, and was n't witting until it was over.
I braced myself on the dash, and stood, his softening tool still chummy enough to contract out against the wall of my pussy as I went.
As his headspring popped free, a torrential down pour erupted from between my legs, a manly-mixed puss cocktail splashed down onto the hind end, and I collapsed into the wet berth as my legs buckled.
The car was in gear and he drove me the rest of the way to my door.
'' prognosticate me ? '' I whimpered pathetically.
'' We 'll see. '' He said .