A brainteaser from a cocktease

Ian stood silent as a steady trickle of precum oozed out of his pisshole and down the front of his bulbous cockend to dangle in thin ropes from the narrow bridge of skin that connected it to his foreskin, the sound of him sucking air into his lungs cutting through the silence. The sound of him breathing was to be followed by that of the pitter-patter of gobs of prejizz raining down in front of his feet as he let go of his throbbing cock for a moment and left it to jut about in the air by its own accord as he stretched his fingers and then re-established his hold of the massive, slobbering pillar of thick fuckmeat, making sure that its heavy business-end was once again directed squarely at Laura’s curvaceous frame.

“Mmmmmm,” Laura let out a long moan that slowly dissolved itself as her tongue came snaking as far out of her mouth as it could possibly go, and the statuesque blonde slid it up and down over her right cheek in an effort to gather up all of the lucid fluid that Ian had equipped it with just a few moments earlier.

Having watched the movement of Laura’s tongue over her cheek, Ian was slowly drawn to how her right hand slid down across her tattooed pelvis, the somewhat unlikely stud actually dipping his forwards just as her fingertips came down against the waistband of her skimpy thong, at which point she directed his attention upwards again by sliding her other hand in to clasp hold of the hem of her drenched top, making the “Hard Cock Café” ripple about against her protruding chest and leading him into thinking that she might just free her two immense boobs before suddenly retracting her tongue back into her mouth and moving her hands to meet up over her bellybutton and then pulling them back so that the left one was limp by her side and the right one pressed against her hip.

Letting out a soft chuckle as though she was signalling how pleased she was at managing to tease Ian like that, Laura adopted a serenely confident smile and seemed to forget about Ian completely as she began to saunter towards the dresser, the somewhat awkward position of her leggings barely hindering her at all, thereby leaving him to trace her progress across the room with his cock without any lustful comments from her.

It appeared to Ian to be almost unreal that he could feel such tension from just watching Laura pulling open the top drawer, though it was soon replaced by an equally tangible amount of confusion when he found that Laura was looking back at him in the mirror that was placed over the sturdy furniture and holding up her hand to show him the handkerchief that she’d picked up.

“You know,” Laura was moving back towards Ian now, having folded the handkerchief and still clutching it in her hand while he was mesmerized by how the tiny front of her thong clung to her sex as she clicked her heels across the floor, “you really should be more careful about where you aim that thing.”

“What thing?” Ian replied, just barely managing to attempt a smile as he found himself being torn between following the delicate manner in which Laura used the blue handkerchief to wipe her face clean of his juices or how her saturated t-shirt was steadily sliding further up her boobs to leave him conscious of the fact that his precum had already soaked through it to equip her perfect tits with a lustrous coating that accentuated their richly tanned skin.

“I’ll give you a clue: it’s sixteen inches long, richly decorated with fat veins, crowned by a cum-spewing cockhead that fills my mouth and throat just right and oh yes, I almost forgot, it’s bucking in your hand as we speak,” Laura had firmly skewered Ian with her scorching hot gaze and thus left him to follow how she wetted her lips before running the folded piece of pale blue silk across them.

“Oh… that.”

Her face now free of precum and the handkerchief consequently being soaked with it, Laura allowed it to fall to the floor as she took one last long step towards Ian and placed her hands on his sides, her breasts feeling so heavy against his chest that he suspected that she could probably use them to crack a few of his ribs if she only pushed herself against him with a little more **** while her tongue slid across his teeth until he finally remembered to part them and allow her to thrust it into his mouth.

Finding himself standing there with Laura having moved her hands up to grab hold of his head to keep it from being shoved backwards by the spirited nature of her long kisses and with his tumescent monstercock seeming like it was about to snake its way in under the hemline of her top, Ian stopped holding his arms out in front of him and instead guided them down to grab hold of her ass.

Ian felt as though he’d just scored a substantial victory when he made Laura temporarily cease her **** on him and moan into his mouth when by hooking his thumb in under the back of her thong, her fingers trembling against his as he tugged his wrist to send the minuscule garment’s slim front pulling tighter against her pussy until a small burst of her wetness shot out to spatter against his ballsack when the thong finally disappeared in between her bald, swollen pussy lips.

“I was getting a bit too much in awe of your cock for my liking,” Laura had let go of Ian’s head and was holding her hands against his waist as she spoke at a few inches distance from his face, though the gap between was still much too narrow for her tits to no longer be pressing against his chest, “so I thought that I might try and reassert myself a little.”

“Ah,” Ian let out, enjoying how he managed to draw an unsteady moan from her by snapping the back of her thong free from his thumb to send it shooting forwards to slap against the centre of her juicy ass.

“Yes,” Laura thrust her head forwards to give Ian a quick peck on the lips before taking a few steps back, a soft chuckle blossoming out of her mouth at the sight of his ginormous fuckmast falling forwards to point towards her, the chuckle turning into a husky moan as she continued to take in the superlative proportions of his cock and the steady beating of his heavy balls inside his bloated scrotum, “ah.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake baby,” Laura suddenly both annoyed and elated at the same time, “now you’ve got me gawking at your massive monstercock all over again.”

“Do I need to apologize for it?”

“Not at all, it’s just that I’m a tad melancholy that the time when I could leave you bursting at the seams seems to be behind us,” Laura admitted, and Ian had a hard time deciding to what an extent that she was joking when she said.

“Laura,” Ian had decided on the perfect pick-me-up for Laura.

“Yes?” Laura cocked an eyebrow before the other one went up as well as Ian doused her entire midriff with what might very well have been his most substantial release of precum yet.

“Thanks,” Laura slid three of her slender fingers across her etched stomach muscles, “though I should be slightly crossed with you for dishevelling my top.”
Ian had noticed that Laura’s black, skin hugging t-shirt had been **** upwards by the clublike tip of his mammoth organ during the time spent writhing in each other’s arms so that her small, dark nipples were now exposed and pointing towards him, though he failed to see the problem.

“I suppose that I should take it as a compliment that even your cock is trying to undress me,” Laura was quick to add.

“Yeah,” Ian smiled back at her as he began to wonder how much longer they could possibly go without setting out to fuck each other silly.

“Incidentally, your bull balls look bigger than usual,” Laura observed, seemingly unwilling to end her barrage of dirty talk just yet, “We should probably do something about that before you try putting your pants back on.”

“Uh-huh…” It dawned on Ian that he’d never gone this long without blowing his load since he had first met Laura.

“You know,” Laura was apparently by a similar realization, “I can’t wait to see how big those monster eggs get after eight hours of solid sleep.”

Laura sounded like she was on the verge of having her juices shoot out of her slit when Ian’s burst of precum was splattered against her thong.

“And you really like this thong?” As she spoke, Laura spun round and got up on her toes in a stellar display of agility and composure, the latter being exactly what Ian lost when dug her fingers into her buttocks and pulled them apart to show him how the back of her thong ran across her puckered asshole, even leaning forwards to give him an expert view of how the front of the drenched garment was too thin to completely cover her labia.

Ian was taking a step forwards as soon as he caught view of what Laura was presenting him with, moving his right leg first, which was why his cock veered off a little to the left before it released a welter of precum that shoot forwards to smack into her left buttock, completely encompassing the muscular globe with a glossy veneer and drawing an excited yelp from her.

“You know, we should probably get moving if we want to be back in time,” Laura suggested to Ian, sending him a puckish glance past her left shoulder while smacking her hand a few times against the ass-cheek that he had just pummelled with precum.

Ian reacted to the vision of Laura’s delectable buttock rippling from the **** of her blows by stopping and twisting his bulgy cockend to his right before unleashing a torrent of prejizz that left the right half of her exquisite posterior being every bit as drenched as the left one

“So, is that what really you want?”

“No, what I really want is for you to fuck me until my face is as purple as your fat cockend,” Laura looked and sounded absolutely dead serious, and she didn’t even flinch when her words prompted Ian to begin moving towards her with determined steps.

With Laura throwing her arms around his neck, Ian slipped his tongue into her mouth and grabbed hold of her juicy ass and began to push her over to the nearby wall.

As soon as her ass bumped into it, Laura gently pushed Ian back and had him watching with bated breath how she curled her fingers up around the front of her thong and tugged it aside to lay bare her wet sex.

“I’d make you wear a condom, but you’d just burst through it,” Laura observed as she spread her legs, her confident smile disappearing and a horny gasp blossoming out of her mouth as Ian placed the fist-sized crown of his stiff fuckpole against her pussy lips.

Ian’s stomach was suddenly hosed with the deluge of girlcum that was the most imminent result of him sinking his cockhead into her frothing quim, his hand coming down to grab hold of her left leg as she stuck out in front of her so that he could help her to wrap it around him at the same time as he fed another few inches of his veiny fuckmast into her sex, her right leg soon being folded around his waist in a similar fashion as his cock continued to disappear into the snug confines of her warm, wet slit.

When he was finally balls-deep inside of her, Ian shared a kiss with Laura, gulping down some of her spit as he broke their lip-lock and pulled his hips back in a manner that sent his chest crashing into her huge boobs, the pair of firm globes offering him a healthy amount of resistance before finally yielding under the pressure to come spilling so far out over her sides that her arms slipped off his shoulders and fell downwards before she managed to grab hold of his wrists.

Shuddering with delight at how his cock was subjected to the orgasmic contractions of Laura’s tight slit, Ian decided that the only fly in the ointment was that the way in which the narrow gap between her vulva had expanded to accommodate the considerable circumference of his rock-hard member had sent the thong sliding over the rim of her slit to rub rather unpleasantly against his cock.

Laura’s excited yelp at him tearing apart the waistband of her thong to send it sliding down her left leg was followed by her driving her pink tongue into his mouth in another kiss that was abruptly ended when he inched his hips back before driving himself forwards to send his cock plunging deeper into her convulsing slit, with the pressure mounting in his ballsack while her sluttish screams left a ringing in his ears.

“OOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUCK!” Laura unleashed a scream that seemed capable of lifting the ceiling and shattering the windows when a massive spurt of jizz exploded forth from Ian’s pisshole to fill her cock-stuffed pussy, her legs quaking around his waist for a moment before she thrust them forwards to stick out behind him, as stiff as a pair of boards while her toes were curled.

His hands clamped against the undersides of Laura’s thighs, Ian watched her face transform itself into a veritable mask of unadulterated bliss as a second voluminous jet of cum came shooting out of his cock as it throbbed dramatically against her pussy muscles, and jutted his ass out behind him before thrusting the whole of his member back inside her just before his third geysering of creamy jizz caused her quim to overflow and sent strands of it trickling down towards her puckered asshole while others were tangled up in his pubes.

Ian then pulled out of Laura’s brimming, foaming pussy and took a step back, making sure to aim his cock right at her as the seconds went by and the pumping of his testes increased to the point where they would be **** to allow another ample amount of spunk to come spewing out.

Having sunk down to stand on bent legs and with her ass rubbing against the wall, Laura had just enough time to shoot Ian a nasty glance before he whipped out a long streamer of jizz that rushed forwards to attach itself to her face at first, the inch-wide stretch of glossy white running from the top of her forehead down the bridge of her nose, over her plump lips and down onto her chin, before the rest of it smacked down on her bulging chest, attaching itself right across the centre of her t-shirt so that the “k” in “Cock” was obscured while the last of it landed on the exact spot where her cleavage began, the dollop of balljuice gleaming against her lushly tanned skin in-between the rounded contours of her fantabulous breasts.

The next serving of jizz from Ian struck Laura’s stomach, another delirious cry rising up from the pit of her stomach as the massive jet of cum left her looking as though she’d gotten herself a very sticky floral-pattern tattoo on her belly, with her cum-filled navel serving as its centre while irregular petals made up from balljuice stretched themselves out in all directions.

Ian’s third cum-blast after having extracted his pulsing monstercock from Laura’s gushing slit was aimed lower still and left her intricate tattoo completely concealed under a shimmering layer of pearly cream, her ecstatic shriek at having her pussy receiving a cum-coating that was reminiscent of how the thong had left every contour of it visible from underneath it having such an effect upon him that his fourth offering of jizz came barging out of his quivering cumhole to smack against the front of her leggings where it was suspended between her thighs, rich gobs of it flying off to scatter themselves across her thighs and onto her sopping wet pussy mound.

Squeezing her legs together so ferociously that it sent squirts of Ian’s jizz shooting out from between them to tumble down onto the floor, Laura then spread them wide to provide him with an excellent view of her pink slit before reaching up with her hands and tugging up her saturated t-shirt to unveil her protruding tits, the sight of which were as striking as ever to Ian.

About two seconds went by since Ian had first caught a glance of the tremendous mass of Laura’s bust before he produced a large spurt of jizz that streaked past her left hip before most of it was glued to the wall beside her.

Realizing that the sight of her tits had caused him to loose his concentration, Ian rushed to adjust his aim before compensating her for his wide shot by releasing a welter of jizz that left her looking slightly odd by completely encapsulating her left boob whilst leaving the right one untouched.

A moan came from Laura, a hoarse groan from Ian, then the sound of a loud splat, and her right tit suddenly looked completely identical to its sister, her chest being utterly drenched in jizz to the point where it looked like she’d been wearing a white boob tube underneath the t-shirt that was now bunched up over the two expansive orbs and with the multitude of cumropes that were strung out across the narrow valley between her tits bearing quite the resemblance to an intricate set of laces.

Ian slowly calmed down his breathing and the violent heaving of his chest came to a halt as his cumshot came to an end, his colossal fuckpole sticking out in front of him as the uncontrolled pounding of his balls simmered down to something a lot less conspicuous.

“I want to suck your cock.” Laura’s announcement resulted in her left eye being glued together by a serving of precum that also left her eyebrow utterly soaked.