Chapter 2: Chapter2: Paul Bunyan's Lumber Camp

Deeper into the frontier, the friends reached vast North Woods where trees fell like matchsticks. Paul Bunyan, the giant lumberjack, loomed over the camp—towering, bearded, red-flannel clad, with Babe the Blue Ox nearby. When he stripped for a river bath, his BWC revealed itself: a monstrous white cock, fourteen inches long and brutally thick, veins like tree roots, balls heavy as boulders.The time-displaced lust curse hit harder. Jade and Mia worshipped immediately, dropping to their knees in the pine needles. “Holy shit, that big white cock is enormous,” Jade moaned, lifting the heavy shaft with both hands. She kissed the flared head, tongue swirling while Mia licked the underside. “Bigger than John Henry's in a different way—so pale and powerful.”

Tyler watched, stroking his small penis, SPH deepening as the women praised the size difference. “Mine looks like a little button next to that,” he admitted, pre-cum dripping.The women lavished attention—sloppy blowjob teamwork, deep-throating attempts that left them gagging and drooling, lesbian kisses around the cockhead. Paul chuckled, his voice like rumbling thunder, and took Jade first, laying her on soft logs and sliding his massive BWC into her soaked pussy. The stretch made her scream in pleasure, belly bulging as he thrust with lumberjack strength.Mia rode Jade's face while Br—wait, the giant fucked Jade senseless. Rotations followed: Mia bent over, taking the BWC doggy-style while Jade licked below; lesbian scissoring between turns.

Tyler jerked his tiny cock, encouraged with CEI teases: “Stroke that little white dick and get ready to eat the real man's load.”Paul's powerful hips drove orgasm after orgasm. Jade and Mia squirted messily. He finally pulled out, painting their bodies with thick white cum ropes. The women kissed, sharing the mess, then fed it to Tyler on their fingers. “Swallow every drop, small boy. This is what superior cocks produce.”

Paul gifted them a tiny axe talisman. “Seek the rails next. John Henry pointed true, but the iron man awaits again? No—Casey Jones at the iron horse. The Fourth of July draws near; time pulls you homeward.”

Sticky and buzzing, the trio continued, big cock worship fueling their mythic journey.