Apologize.

"Fuck! It was an accident, I swear! Please d-dont look at it, it's a genetic condition and... Liam, Liam listen to me." She's blurts out, flustered.

Her word barely reach your ears, as you're enthralled by the sheer size of her foot long meatpole.

I thought I'd never see a ladycock bigger that Esme...

Fuck me, I was so wrong.

And she's not even hard...

She bends down, coming within inches from your face, angling her hips to keep her monster as far from you as she can, using both hands to tuck it behind her thigs.

"Liam are you in shock? Please, you have to believe me, It was all an accident, look at me..."

You exit your dickslap induced trance, blinking a couple times as Joanne's face comes into focus,

"S-sorry I didn't mean to stare..." You murmur, averting your gaze.

"What? No no no, listen, it was all my fault, damn dress... You have to believe me, I wasn't trying to sexually harass you in any way, I know you must be shocked right now, but maybe you're processing this the wrong way..." She says, increasingly more agitated.

You straighten your back and put a hand over your eyes, "Dont't worry miss Joanne, I'm as embarassed as you are, I'll keep my eyes shut while you cover yourself."you say placidly.

After a moment, you hear her take a seat next to you, followed by the rustle of cloth, and feel her tapping on your hand.

"I- I'm decent..." She says with a whisper.

You lower the hand, and she takes it in both of hers, the warm touch instictively soothing.

"I'm so sorry, that should've never happened, please allow me to explain..." her voice trembles with anxiety.

"Really, I get it... the dress got caught, you stumbled, the fabric ripped and your penis flew out and smacked me, It's alright." You say in a reassuring tone.

"You... you're taking this way better than I expected. Good. So we can both agree that it was an incident, right?"

"Yes, don't worry... it was unexpected, sure." You chuckle, "But if you think that was shocking, you should hear how my girlfriend proposed to me. If I didn't call the cops then, I'm sure as hell not going to do it now for an unfortunate coincidence."

She pants in relief, leaning back... "Oh thank the gods..."

She takes a moment to compose herself, and forces a polite smile on her face, "How- how did she propose to you?"

"Well..." You stifle a chuckle, "We barely knew each other, and one night, she breaks into my flat, has her way with my, well, with my mouth, captures the whole thing with my phone, then she ties me to the bed. When I wake up, I find her drunk, with her... thing out on the sheets, and after getting messy again, she blackmailed me into being her boyfriend!"

The table is shaken by a sudden thud, and Joanne opens her eyes wide in disbelief, throwing both hands under it, swaying her hips.

Don't tell me that was your dong's doing...

Of course it was.

How much trouble must it be to control a hard on of that size?

Even after she stops fighting against her beast, the look of disbelief remains, "Are you... Liam what are you saying is... This is a joke right? Something you came up with to break the tension?" She asks incredulously.

You gulp.

Yeah, I might have overshared a little bit...

"I mean, sure I was trying to break the tension... But it's all true."

"So this girl... She just... She violated you and **** you to be hers... And you were fine with all that?" She asks, increasingly bewildered.

"Well not exactly... At first I was faking it, hoping to get **** somehow. But the more time passed, the more I enjoyed being in her company, and eventually even her... extra, if we can call it that, became something I took pleasure in, well, pleasuring."

"And by extra you mean a penis... like mine?" She says, carefully weighting every word.

"Well, not as big. Still pretty big. But not as much as yours, ma'am."

Another impact rattles the table from below, and Joanne squirms once again to restrain the culprit.

"Please stop talking like that, it's making me uncomfortable. And don't call me madame." She pleas, exhaling a trembling breath.

Fuck, she's so stressed.

"I... thought I was the only one..." she whispers to herself, looking down.

Really?

So that's why she's so worried about all this...

"You have to forgive me, I'm not usually this vulgar... And I didn't mean to cause any, ehm, unwanted reactions."

"It's fine... You've been nothing but honest... It's... commendable..." She pants.

Would it be out of place if I...

I mean she seems pretty kind, and she's trying her hardest to not make me feel responsible for what's happening under this table...

Joanne bites her lip, "If you'll excuse me... I need a minute alone, if you could please get in the other room and cover your ears..."

She looks about to burst...

I'll probably regret this down the line, but I feel somehow responsible for her distress...

"I could help you." You blurt out.

Oh well,

the dice is cast...

That seems to give her pause for a moment, "Honey it's sweet of you to say that... but I'm afraid that it would hurt more than you think."

"I'll manage..."

She ponders your offer for a moment, "Are you really, really sure about this, Liam? It's hard for me to hold back once I get going."

"Don't worry, I've been stretched and bruised quite a bit by my fiancè, a little pain is part of the experience." You reassure her, taking off your shirt.

"Fuck... Where have you been all my life?" She murmurs."Come here then, sit down and make mommy feel real good, honey."

She drags the chair away from the table, and as you kneel in front of her she parts her thighs, making her huge appendage swing skyward, almost hitting you in the chin.

You watch in awe at her fifteen inches of sweaty meat throb in front of your eyes, the glistening pink head dribbling a line of dense precum that almost reaches the floor.

Swollen veins run along the girthy shaft, pulsing in time with her heartbeat; it grows thicker the closer it gets to the base, where it's met by a well trimmed bush of pubes and...

Well, that's new...

A pair of perfectly round balls, shaved smooth, each easily the size of an orange, rests under her twitching cock.

You take a deep breath, and put both hands on her shaft, stroking lightly. The faintest touch on your part makes it jolt and gain another half inch.

As you rub it faster it keeps growing at every stroke, until it stops at what you eyeball must be an abundant eighteen inches.

Fuuuck. I'm almost scared now.

Maybe this was a mistake, after all...

Pushing your fears aside, you bring your mouth to the tip, playing with your tongue and tentatively trying to fit the whole thing in your mouth.

It won't go in.

That's when you feel Joanne's hands pushing forcefully your head against that of her beastly cock.

"Enough foreplay, baby... mommy needs you to be a big boy and take all of her cock in your sweet mouth."

Shit. Nowhere to go but down.

You think you dislodged your jaw a little, and the strain is tearing at the corners of your mouth, but eventually the bulky tip plops inside.

Now... Only seventeen inches left...

Joanne keeps pushing you to go further, forcing more of her cock inside you with the initial momentum.

Soon you find yourself gagging as it tries to violate your throat.

Fuuck... This is gonna scrape so bad...

You scooch back a little, and try to push the massive shaft with your tongue to create small gap for air, taking in as much as you can.

She flexes her hips and pulls on your head, driving her monster deeper down your throat. At this point you dropped your hands on her knees, desperately holding on for balance as she forces more of her cock inside at every thrust.

"Just like that, honey. Mommy is so happy right now..." She pants, before resuming her humping, harder than before.

After a prolonged throat stretching session, you're almost proud of being able to take her meatpole all the way down to your collarbone without fainting or throwing up.

Holy fuck... She's going to mess me up, isn't she?

That's not even half of it...

Every time you pull back for air she barely waits before forcing you down again, and after a while Joanne shift her grip on you, clutching the sides of your face while sliding you up and down her shaft with no regard, like you were just a toy. More than once, when she tries to push even further down, you have to tap repeatedly on her thigh to let you breath for just a moment.

Eventually the straining experience makes you lightheaded, barely aware of anything other than her cock ravaging your throat.

As the facehumping grows faster and more brutal, her moans fill the room;

"You're mommy's little slut now, aren't you? Yes you are..." Joanne shoves her frightening mast deeper than ever, holding you in place, ignoring your muffled protest as you flail around begging for air.

Then you feel it, a twitch of her powerful love muscle, strong enough to make you jump with it, and without warning, she shoots a blast of semen that physically hurts your insides, such is the pressure of it.

It rushes down, filling your stomach,soon followed the next one,even heavier than the last, that you can ear bubbling inside you, bloating your belly;

"Yes! Oh yes... eat all of mommy's sweet cum honey..." She screams.

Your vision starts to blur, whether for the tears or the lack of oxigen you don't know, but it's probably both.

The last discharge of jizz is unbelievably strong, so much that when you feel your stomach is about to burst, the pressure actually dislodges the meaty obstruction in your throat, pushing it away and filling your windpipe with thick spunk on it's way out.

All this time, Joanne has been panting and moaning, digging her nails in your shoulders.

Holy mother of all fucks...

Too fucking close...

Now free of her grasp, you spend the next minute gagging and coughing out the slimy semen. When you can breath somewhat freely again, you look down in horror at your bloated belly.

Damn, it feels like it's about to burst any second now...

You look up at Joanne, panting heavily, her leg still twitching from the intense orgasm; her cock, obscenely huge even now, lays limply on the chair's seat, dropping down at an almost right angle and leaking a puddle of dense yellowish spunk on the floor.

Noting your expression of awed fear and your inflated belly, she winces, "I- I'm so sorry Liam. I knew this was a bad idea..."

You dismiss her excuses with a tired wave of your hand, still catching your breath, "I'm the one who-coff- offered. Uff... Holy crap... this was intense..."

"I know..." A mortified expression darkens her features," This is why I avoid this... this kind of interaction..."

"Well, don't you worry... I've had it worse before..."

A sad smile crosses her face,"Somehow I doubt it, young man... and pretty lies are still lies; you said your fiancè is not as... imposing as me."

You chuckle, but it turns into a coughing fit, "True. but at least I didn't faint, this-coff- time..."

"You lost consciousness while giving... oral to that girl?"

"Uhu," you nod, and the sudden motion sends a wave of nausea in your system, "came pretty close a couple times just now, but with her, well let's just say she got stuck right before the grand finale, and she didn't had your kind of, ehrm, pressure..."

You try to stand up, but fail, your legs buckling under you. So you crawl to her, propping yourself up leveraging on her knee, "So, how did I go anyway? Did I earn a bonus mark?" You jokingly ask, forcing a smile while straining to look past her still quivering breasts.

She laughs, patting your head and caressing your hair,"Oh, honey, you did so good... You're so open minded, so eager... I don't think I've ever met someone like you, sweetie."

"Glad to be of-burp- service... Sorry about that, I think I'm about to -burp-" you feel your stomach protest, beginning to reject all the cum that has been **** fed to it.

"Ah, come, bathroom is this way, honey..." She effortlessly hoists your body up, and you stumble along her as she guides you to the other room.

"I can take it from here. Not the first time this happens either..."

"Alright... again, I'm so sorry Liam..."

"It's -gulp- fine, really..." You close the door behind you, spending the next fifteen minutes emptying your stomach of all the spunk swashing inside it.

When you're finished, you shamble to the sink, rinsing your pale face.

Here we go again...

Different cock, same results...

You stumble out of the bathroom, and Joanne is out of the door, wearing a new, colorful flower stamp sundress, nervously biting her pinkie's nail.

"Oh, you poor thing... Do you want me to call a doctor?" She asks, after assessing your situation.

"No need... I'll be fine, I just need to-mphf-" your words get muffled as she pulls you into a tight hug, smothering you between her prosperous bosoms while caressing the back of your head.

"I'll take care of you, sweetie, don't worry..."

The sudden impact with her curves sends your pecker in action mode, and as it stiffens against her leg, you try to angle your hips away, but Joanne plants her hand in your lower back and pulls you closer, rubbing her thigh against your crotch.

"Well look at that, someone's happy..." She giggles.

She releases you from her grasp,"let's bring you outside honey, fresh air will do you nothing but good..."

You follow her back to the kitchen, exiting though the door into the backyard porch, where you both sit on a rocking couch overlooking a well maintained garden and the prairie beyond.

"What a view... Quite the place you have, miss Joanne."

"Uhm...You really bounce back quickly, do you?" She muses, putting her arm across your shoulders.

"Eh, you can say that I'm used to being used."

"You shouldn't... No one should."

"It's okay, I-I kind of like it, most of the time." you sheepishly admit.

"Oh..." she raises her eyebrow, "so, did you like it? What... happened before?"

"Well, I'll just say that you really don't pull your punches, miss Joanne... or is it mommy?" You remark with a grin.

"We all have our turn ons, Liam." She replies, pulling you close while sliding her other hand on your crotch. "Right now, I'm curious about yours..." She gently prods and tickles your half hard member,

"Uhm... I'm... I'm not- nothing fancy, re-really..." You squirm at her touch, but she holds you in place.

"Oh come on... Be a brave boy, tell mommy what makes you hard..." She murmurs with mellow words, still poking at your manhood.

"Frankly... every curve on your body. And I guess feet are a close second." you finally manage to say.

"Really? Only that? You're not holding out on me, are you?" She crosses her legs on the wicker ottoman in front, revealing her elongated feet, the nails painted with a light shade of turquoise.

"What can I say, I'm a simple guy..."

"What you did for me was very kind, honey. Most fellas have run the second they saw my... condition." She flexes her toes, still teasing your now overstimulated prick, "And as a rule, I always return favors,"