I’d like to say I wasn’t scared, but I was looking at the most lengthiest, (yes it was big
enough to deserve a double positive!) thickest, snake I had ever seen on a man, and I was
about to try putting it in my average-sized pussy.
The cock was now glistening with the aftermath of a cum-shower that could have washed
down an elephant and still had enough left over for two horny cumsluts afterwards.
Of course another portion was in my stomach, and I could fairly feel it sloshing around,
tasty and thick.
I reached up under my skirt, and pulled my now dripping panties down my legs.
He gave an evil leer, “Pardon me miss, you seem to be leaking.”
I blushed deep as he shifted the seat back to give me more room.
I straddled his hips and poised my pussy over the pillar, readying myself for anything.
I lowered ...
Lowered ...
And then my pussy lips were on the tip, spreading slowly to allow him to enter. By the
time 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 whole head in me. I froze a moment, my canal
pulsing swiftly, stretching and accommodating him.
As I slid down slower, I was glad I had so much lubricant pouring from me.
I couldn’t lie to myself any longer ... the lube had been pouring since even the
restaurant. This was a man who carried himself like the huge bulge in his pants didn’t
lie, and it was primal in how it aroused me like nothing ever could.
I slid inch after inch, sensitive nerve-endings grating on thick tool, shocks ripping
through my body.
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 much as nine inches of
monstrous man-meat in me, there was still half of it sticking out.
I gave a gasp and went faint on his shoulders.
He chuckled and grabbed my hips. Then I was rising, the flanged cock-head arousing every
inch of 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 terms of effort. Soon the cockhead was all that was left in me, and I arched my
back with lust. The void suddenly left in my pussy longed to be filled, stuffed, crammed
full of this cock.
I shifted in his grip, tossing my head from side to side, my pumpkin-sized orbs jiggling
just above his head.
He grinned.
“You want more?” he asked.
“Yes! Yes you bull-hung bastard, FUCK ME!” I didn’t know I could talk that way!
Then he dropped me. My eyes shot wide as nine inches was in me in a heart beat, his
hands catching me just as his cock tapped my innermost wall.
My cunt spasmed once as though trying to divine what 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 tits, a
lightning shot spreading from my legs 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 cunt with punishing pounds.
His hips slapped into mine, and I could hear the pace increase as he punished my pussy
faster and faster.
I came, and then came again harder, over that orgasm, the twin sensations racing through
me almost competitively.
I went limp in his arms, but he just continued fucking endless miles of massive meat into
me, his strong arms supporting me fully, my tits swaying as though my bra weren’t even
there.
As I was ripping through my fifth orgasm, suddenly he spun me, dousing nerve endings in a
new 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 steering wheel, his thrusts carrying me up
faster now.
Orgasm number seven had me groping at my own tits, spreading the sensation around with my
hands.
When he finally unloaded inside me, blasting the reserve of those heavy, tasty testes
into my womb, it was incredible. Each spurt had enough pressure and heat to trigger a
little mini-gasm within me, though I passed out on the eighth, and wasn’t conscious until
it was over.
I braced myself on the dash, and stood, his softening tool still thick enough to press
out against the walls of my pussy as I went.
As his head popped free, a torrential down pour erupted from between my legs, a
manly-mixed cunt cocktail splashed down onto the seat, and I collapsed into the wet spot
as my legs buckled.
The car was in gear and he drove me the rest of the way to my door.
“Call me?” I whimpered pathetically.
“We’ll see,” he said.
As I watched his taillights fade, I knew one thing was now certain.
I belonged to Aaron Black.
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