Chapter Two

Kira preened, tossing her shiny blonde tresses, watching Lance wash his big, strong hands.

They were large as catcher’s mitts, which was good. She was pitching more curves than the average slugger could handle.

“So, I’ve got you to myself for the next sixty minutes, then?” She inquired innocently. The faulty U-bend sat on a rag in her drying rack after Lance had slathered the leak in adhesive, then taped it up. “I might as well put you to work.”

“You’ve got more that requires fixing?” He asked, drying those big, manly hands on a handkerchief. “The sink was the only job on the docket, but I guess I could check out anything else that needs attention.”

Oh, Kira needed attention, alright. Watching the mocha-skinned dreamboat handle her pipes so deftly had revved her engine. The nitros blend of masculine beauty, an Adonis-like build, and the casual competency with which he tackled her plumbing woes had the camgirl gunning like a turbocharged V12.

Kira’s eyes gleamed. Everything was proceeding exactly as planned. “Well, there is one thing…”

She stepped closer, her heels clicking on the linoleum. Manicured fingers lingered along the countertop as she moved, the satin of her robe slipping further open. Lance’s gaze locked on her lingerie-clad bosom, the ivory lace barely containing her overly ample breasts. Her hips swayed with each strutting step, her fat ass jiggling.

“What’s that?” he asked, voice a mite rougher than before.

Kira stopped mere inches away, her body radiating heat. She reached out, lightly scraping her nails against the damp fabric of his tank top.

“You could start by telling me why you’re still wearing this,” she breathed into his ear.

Lance swallowed hard. “It’s, ah… work attire,” he managed to say, though his confidence seemed to waver.

“Uh-huh,” Kira hummed, her fingers moving to the hem. “Well, I think it’s time for a wardrobe change.”

Before he could object, she yanked the tank over his head, unveiling his chiseled torso. Her eyes roamed Liam’s chest, taking in the way those glorious muscles flexed as he fought free of the facial obstruction.

“Miss Bubblez!” He protested through the tangled cloth. “What the–?”

“Much better.” Kira cooed, low and sultry. A single droplet of perspiration ran down the ridgeline of his abs. Bending at the waist, she blotted it with her tongue, tasting his flavor. “Mmmmm, salty and utterly scrumptious.”

Whipping the top off, Liam stared at her like ambushed prey, stunned.

Kira stepped back, smiling wickedly, and untied the sash of her robe. The brief garment slipped away, revealing the ex-stripper in all her voluptuous splendor.

A scalloped bralette struggled to contain her whopping great hooters, paired with a lacy white thong that pinched her fleshy hips before disappearing into the rich valley of her supersized ass.

“Fuck,” Lance breathed, drinking her in.

Kira’s grin sharpened as she spun around, giving him a front-row view of her heiny. It was huge–a dump truck caboose that demanded attention. Her overwrought thong concealed nothing, the strap flossing her generous glutes. She leaned forward, twerking one weighty cheek then the other. A teddy bear tattoo danced on her left buttock.

“Like what you see?” She glanced past her shoulder, then almost tripped at the awaiting sight.

The right leg of Lance’s coveralls was horrendously distended, as though a python were slithering from his crotch past his knee. It stood out in stark relief, like the outline of a third limb that had miraculously sprouted into existence.

Christ on a cracker, was that all him?!

Kira’s knees went wobbly as her imagination went careening off the tracks. She owned some big toys, like, really big. Her love of getting crammed full of the most enormous dildos and similarly gigantic pleasure aids was a significant draw for her audience.

But that… Giga-Cock (there was no other word for it) had to have its own goddamn area code.

“Like what you see?”

The shake and jiggle of those celestial spheres snared Lance like deer in headlights. Two ebony pillows, each larger than his head, bounced hypnotically within touching distance. Spanking distance. Groping and kneading distance.

Lance’s mouth went dry. “Yeah,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

He wanted to grab her hips and bury his face between them. To delve the soft crevasse of her cavernous crack. So entranced was Lance that he missed the slight stutter in her seductress routine.

She straightened up and turned back to him, round hips sashaying as she closed the distance between them. Her hands found his wide shoulders, pushing him back against the sink.

“Good,” she said, plush lips brushing his. “Because I’ve been dying to feel these hands on me.”

Lance moved on pure instinct, gripping her hourglass waist as their lips met in a heated kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, the taste of her cherry chapstick driving him wild. His hands slid down to her A-grade prime rump, the flesh firm yet yielding under his touch. He squeezed, fingers sinking into her meaty cheeks as he dragged her closer.

Kira moaned into his mouth, grinding her pelvis onto him. She rubbed against his growing erection, riding the throbbing bulge, making his pulse quicken.

“Fuck, you’re big.” She whispered against his lips.

Lance gulped, searching for something–anything to say that wouldn’t sound sleazy or lame.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He croaked, voice hoarse with desire.

Kira’s breath hitched. Then she pinched the lacy straps of her thong and tugged the fabric down, her booty springing free. She stepped out of the minuscule undergarment, kicking it aside as she returned to him. Her hands fumbled with his zipper.

Lance helped her, shoving his coveralls and boxers down in one swift motion. His hardness sprang free, thick and heavy, the unbelievable length smacking Kira’s silky thigh like a truncheon.

“Holy shit!” She yelped, both hands instantly wrapping around it. “You’re packing a fucking monster!”

He winced at that. Shame and guilt stabbed at him. Lance understood he was a freak of nature, and worse, he was a virgin.

For all his confidence in the classroom and on the field, the over-endowed freshman suffered crippling anxiety when it came to intimacy. Possessing a penis that could moonlight as a French rolling pin was likely a popular male fantasy but in reality… it was a source of horrible insecurity.

Lance had learned long ago to change in a private bathroom stall when getting ready for practice. Teenage boys could be cruel in their envy.

Kira appeared to clock his discomfort, but rather than saying anything, the brazen black beauty swung a smooth leg over his ginormous girth like a lusty witch straddling a particularly unruly broomstick.

Kira’s eyes widened as Lance’s ribald shaft squashed her dewy folds, sandwiching more of him in the undercarriage of her bubble butt. She let out a low whistle. “Damn, boy. You weren’t kidding.”

Lance’s face flushed, his hesitancy boiling to the surface. “Uh, yeah. It’s… It’s a lot, I know.”

Kira could sense the young buck’s hesitation, but wasn’t about to let him back out now.

She leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear as she whispered, “Don’t be shy, hot shot. I can handle it.”

Lance shivered at her husky words, but he still looked uncertain. Kira decided to take matters into her own hands—or legs, rather. Clamping her thighs around his glorious Giga-Cock, she tucked in her hips and rocked backward in a slow, deliberate sliding motion.

His mind-blowing manhood was so long, so immense, she could feel the slight curve of it crushing her clit, slipping up into the crevice between her cushiony buttcheeks.

She flexed, and he groaned.

“O-okay…”

“Relax,” Kira purred, trailing kisses down his chiseled chest. “Let me take care of you.”

She knew they should adjourn to her bedroom, where the lights and cameras could capture the white-hot action, but they had time for a bit of foreplay, didn’t they? For a smidge of fluffing to take off the edge?

For such a mega-hung hunk, Lance seemed nervous. A spot of stage jitters, perhaps?

He was young, and Kira could relate. She was very familiar with tummy butterflies. Performing live took courage. There were no second takes or edits.

She had divested the contents of her stomach before going onstage the first night she’d graced the pole.

“Is this your first time?” She moaned, quickening her bucking pace. Smearing glistening girl-cum along his preposterous prick. “It’s fine if it is. I’d understand.”

Lance’s turgid tip was brushing her rectum—a sensitive region. He didn’t appear to notice, lost in humping Kira’s sensational thigh-gap, moist pussy lips, and butt-cleavage all at once.

“Y-you can tell?” He stammered, pumping away like a madman. “Oh, god! You’re so fucking sexy…”

“That’s right.” She cooed, sandwiching her prodigious hooters against his front. “Feel how wet you’re making me?”

Lance just growled in response, seizing her hips with those large hands to jack into her harder. Faster. More desperately. The college athlete had a frantic energy about him, and Kira mirrored it by cinching tighter around him as she worked him closer to climax.

“I want you to cum all over me.” She whispered, her voice trembling with desire. “I bet you’ve got a lot saved up in those big balls of yours. Paint my fat ass with it.”

“Oh, shit… ah, fuck!”

The coffee-colored streamer felt his enormity twitching within her clutching thigh gap. Felt every beat of his racing pulse through the veiny shaft. She felt it in her clit as though the engorged pearl were a heart monitor, shooting jolts into her churning core.

Each time that protuberant prong sawed through her mound, stabbing up between her hefty hindquarters, was a revelation. A rapturous affirmation that Gina had been right, and Kira’s prior reservations were toothless.

She was indisputably a sexual creature, crafted by some divine being to fuck and be fucked. She should have taken this leap far sooner.

Why had she waited so long?

Why had he waited so long?

Regret ping-ponged inside Lance’s brain as he kissed the gorgeous black Barbie. Their tongues swirled and hips collided, slapping loudly together.

She was the perfect contrast of extravagant contours and flat, toned lines. Slender of waist and limb with tits like bazookas and a badonkadonk that could stop air traffic. A sensual ebony goddess who stepped straight out of Lance’s most depraved teenage fantasies to fulfill his wildest dreams.

His cock was an iron poker, glowing red from the fire of their molten passions. He pounded her like a smith shaping steel, jerking and lurching spasmodically as Kira clenched around him, meeting each hammering blow with gusty moans.

Lance gripped her lush hips like handlebars, thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt himself getting closer. “Kira… I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” she begged, voice urgent. “Cum for me, hot shot. Give it to me!”

With a feral grunt, Lance came, balls pulsing as he spurted gooey ropes into Kira’s ass crack. She moaned wantonly, thighs still squeezing, buttcheeks flexing until she milked every last drop from him.

“Awwww… SHIIIIT!!”

The room spun and Lance tottered, blasting wave after wave of his pent-up seed in a dizzying haze of hedonistic release. It burst from him like a ruptured dam. Washing away insecurities and anxieties in a flash flood of earth-shaking gratification.

When he finally finished, Kira leaned in, manicured hands resting on his broad shoulders as she caught her breath. Her thick booty glistened under a sticky layer of creamy spooge, the sight making Lance’s cock twitch again.

Giving her glazed cheeks an experimental clap, Kira laughed in disbelief, splattering spunk everywhere.

“Wow, you sure know how to compliment a lady. Got anything left in the tank?”

Staring hungrily down at her considerable keister, Lance nodded, already rearing to go at her again. His massive manhood remained rock hard, ready for round two.

“For a goddess like you? Always.”

“Mm-hmm, exactly what I wanted to hear.” She purred, reaching back to scoop up two fingerfuls before sucking them clean with a knowing gleam in her sultry eyes. “Follow me to my boudoir, big guy. It’s time to get this show on the road.”

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