Five-minute-long multiple squirting Os

Good god, he’s huge! I remembered having thought. My body was on complete lock down when I looked at that piece of hunk.

That man. That god.

Good god, he’s so fucking handsome!!

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A lot of time must have passed before either of us said anything.

Whatever. I don’t care. I was happy. I had finally finally *finally* found my mate!

My, uh, husband.

*Giggles*

Look at me. I couldn’t even think about him as a lover, a date, a husband, ‘cause nope! He wasn’t. He was my sex thing first. My breeding bull. My stallion.

I NEVER thought about any other man like this. Other than his father, maybe, when I saw the picture of him, but… that was it.

He was an animal first and foremost, and it would take at least two or three more years of us two fucking daily until I started to think about him more romantically, less animalistically, more like a human and not a beast, more like a creature with heart and soul instead of just being… well, a creature.

A creature with the biggest cock on Earth and the biggest muscles.

I was swooning and blushing hard, getting redder all the time as I looked at him, and DEAR GOD, I actually had to turn my chin up! I actually had to move my head up and feel the back of my head hitting the back of my neck, my nape, to see him all the way up to his handsome, handsome face.

My body was on total emergency mode, as I said, completely lockdown, and my pussy was so fat! I felt my breasts rubbing against my shirt, pushing it out, stretching it hard, as they enlarge and grew and got fat, fat, fat with the milk that I felt coursing inside my veins, oh, my tubes…!

So hot! So fast! My milk was flowing so fast inside of me!

Two little dark spots grew on the shirt around my nipples.

I was panting and starting to steam, or so it felt in the moment, when that stallion took over my senses and, for the first time in my life, left me speechless.

None of us said a thing, though. I saw the tension in his body. He was still, frozen, but not too stiff. Oh, goodness! He looked so calm and suave even when totally heads over heels for me.

I could see him blushing a little. The blood rising to his face, flowing everywhere, making his muscles hot, pumping his body and readying him for sweet, sweet fecundation!

Bloorsh. Bloorsh. Bloorsh.

I heard his cock and the monster loads he produced in his testicles. Giant testicles. I looked at his crotch and almost DIED.

Can’t waste much time here describing exactly what happened and was happening to my body as soon as I saw his crotch, which had the clearest, most obscene bulge of a penis down the leg, tucked in the jeans, I had ever seen.

“Dear… god…” I finally said something, and the words left me naturally, ‘cause HOLY FUCKING SHIT, that boy was HUNG.

Like… hung.

That boy was hung, hung, hung, HUUUNG like a goddamned beast.

His penis was soft. It flowed like a snake down his right leg, crammed inside those sexy, tight jeans, past below his knee.

His soft penis went lower than his knees – and by many inches. My heart was dancing when I saw this, and my tongue rolled madly inside my mouth, sliding to-and-fro madly on my lips as I salivated for that thing and liquefied, like, I melted and was melting for that goddamned monster cock.

“Holy fucking shit…” I muttered again, very smoothly, and my body went stiff. Like, my head went up high, and for once, I didn’t feel so much shorter than that animal. “Hi.”

He didn’t answer. Not immediately.

He did answer, though, but it took him some time. Not much time though. I don’t remember much, but I remember his voice, so deep it almost made me orgasm, so strong it made the ground vibrate a little under my feet. He answered deep and confident, though I could sense that deliciousness weakness in it, that meekness of a boy who hadn’t yet had sex: “Hi.”

Time passed, yes, and we were both fools and dumbstruck for each other, yeah, yeah, but eventually… oh. I realized I had to lead the charge – which I did, gladly and happily, ‘cause I really really really REALLY wanted that thing inside of me ASAP. It was a matter of national emergency! National security!!

“Hey, Chad.”

“Hi… Stacy.”

The air vibrated around us. Our massive hearts moved the earth. I felt the deep, potent throbs from his chest. I could literally see the delicate vibration of the air booming out from his chest. That enormous chest with a natural plate of muscles.

Dear god, the boy wasn’t just tall. He was BROAD. The V-shape of his torso was tremendous. Outrageous! Almost like a cartoon character!

I couldn’t believe how stupidly sexily handsome he was. It was like Aphrodite had handcrafted the perfect lover for me.

Well, Aphrodite herself would have gone insane before finishing that statue of a man, ‘cause she would have fallen deeply, madly in love with him, and there’s no way a goddess like her would offer a mortal like me anything so beautiful. She would have jealously guarded and protected it, and seeing that creation, that piece of a MAN on any other woman’s arms would have been enough to make such a woman her mortal enemy.

Gods and mortals and. Greek tragedies, am I right? But I’m digressing. I’m speaking stupid, ‘cause I am stupid, and part of my brain melted through my nose after I saw that stupid, stupid, stupid piece of hunk, that man so unimaginably handsome that I

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Anyway.

His face was perfect. A total chad. *Chuckles* Truly made justice to his name. Insane jawline, flawless bone structure, big pitch-black eyes, and flawless smooth skin.

His hair was smooth, but wild. Total rock star! His hair was kind of long, going down to his shoulders, but not all the way down, you know? It stayed a few inches above his shoulders.

I wanted to run my hands over that air, that face… so I did.

My breasts made a very loud sound, almost like a roar, when I pressed them against the iron chest plate of his pectoral muscles.

I saw the blood boiling on his face and felt the snake awakening in his pants, twitching uncontrollably, so mad with lust, and… god! The power of that snake was intimidating! I felt its heat! Literally felt the waves of power that boomed from it as it throbbed!

Still, I was surprisingly cool with him. I didn’t go as mad as I thought I would have, and the same happened to him. Like, he was cool with me as well, and though his muscles went incredibly hard, like, they went from iron-hard to titanium-solid when I pressed my body against him, he didn’t go crazy or hyperventilate or blacked out or anything.

We were both… cool. Surprisingly cool with one another, like we had been waiting for that moment out whole lives, and not this was it! It had arrived, and…

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It was like we already knew each other for years.

And we did. Like, we had, though we didn’t pay attention to it before.

I squeezed my boobs against his chest and felt the milk flowing a little. Gushing through my nips. Staining my shirt and gluing it to the sexy black shirt he wore.

I dipped my fingers in his hair and got my hands lost in them. I purred as I caressed his hair and his calm and laid warm kisses on his face, his chiseled jaw, and Chad acted like a natural, laying one huge hand on my butt and another arm around my waist.

My womb bulged against his abs. It throbbed against his hard belly, and I knew it had an effect on his penis, which throbbed and engorged almost uncontrollably in his tight jeans, rubbing my clit and making me moan.

“Keep your penis soft, hunk. I want to see every bit of you before I taste you. Before I eat you.” I licked his ears and bit his earlobe. The stud made me moan, almost cry when he sank that huge, heavy hand on my left buttock and squeezed it… oh! He squeezed it with so much force and strength! Such power! “God, you’re strong!”

I felt his other arm tightening around my waist, cracking my spine, threatening to split me in half like a toothpick. “Careful, stud. You’re too powerful for me.”

The stud rubbed his handsome face on mine. I could see he was clearly, obvious stricken with me, but…

Fuck. I was tots in love for him too. The arousal, almost sexual madness, was very much mutual.

He rubbed that perfect nose on my cheeks, caressed me tenderly with his vast, meaty lips, kissed me slowly from the cheek to my redder, fat lips, and then pressed his mouth against mine, and I kept my mouth shut just so I could feel a bit of his mouth before allowing his tongue to prod me.

I closed my eyes and rolled them up. I didn’t want to have done this, but I did, ‘cause I was totally taken by his kiss, and dear god, his scent, his grip…!

The stud lowered both of his hands to my butt now, and he squeezed them mightily as he pressed my crotch against his, overwhelming my sex with his superior, muscular manhood. My heart was blowing up, an atomic bomb, and we both pressed and rubbed our lips together, tasting each other, savoring each other, before opening our mouths and starting to devour one another.

I opened my mouth first. I felt my lips melt as he skillfully prodded my tongue and my insides with that huge, powerful tongue of hiss. I kissed him back, but I felt my tongue was orgasming under his. My tongue was like a little kitten being laid by the bull that was his tongue.

His kiss was strong, mighty, and voracious, and soon, he had me moaning by sticking his tongue all the way to my throat, and I knew he could have fucked my throat raw with that horse cock of a tongue if he wanted to.

The saliva was a mess around our chests, dripping and sliming down with the loud, sloppy kisses, and the stallion squeezed my butt even harder, sinking his giant hands in my hard glutes until the muscle and the fat of said glutes overflowed over his hands like wet dough.

My ass and my breasts were the only features in my body that made his body look, if not small, “proportional.”

I had the biggest tits any man had ever seen. They were just big enough to take on him and made HIM feel like the lucky bastard in our relationship.

My ass was just the same, and it made even his gigantic hands feel… regular. Just the right size for my African-sized, rock-solid rear. Next to my titanic glutes, his hands became fearful, shy, respectful, but I knew they were having the time of their life basking on the glory of my meaty abundance, all that fat and muscle of my ass, like starving kittens having fallen in a bathtub of thick, creamy milk.

His hands were gorging themselves on my ass, and his pecs were growing against my boobs just like my boobs were growing and bulging against his, the milk becoming louder, thicker, creamier as I spilled it over more abundantly over his chest, and…

Oh, my. My shirt was getting sticky. My giant mega-tits were throbbing like hearts, like his very monster cock throbbing and now giving me small micro-doses of orgasms each time.

“Aah… aarh… arrh…!!”

I couldn’t control myself. I wrapped one leg around his, then raised it above his waist, rubbing my swollen pussy madly on his sex and triggering the first big O of the day: “Aaaah…!!”

I clenched my fists around his neck, and my arms looked so short, feeble, and lost around those shoulders that went on forever and ever and ever and

I came.

I ejaculated hard.

I came! “S-shit…!!”

My body got stiff and climbed on his with both legs around his waist as my pussy discharged sexual juices on his crotch. The bull embraced me tightly, even more tightly, that is, and he kissed me more delicately, less sexually as I rode orgasm after orgasm against that elephant bulge of his. “Damn…!!”

My sight went all blurry. I had a fever. I felt like puking. “Damn!!”

I came and I came and I came, and for five minutes I rode an ever-stronger orgasm which I feared would become a long-lasting chain that’d last for hours, far too strong and too soon! “Jesus…!!”

I came and I came and I came. By the time I (thankfully) stopped coming, his pants and my skirt were soaked in my pussy cream, and a big puddle was formed around our feet. “Fuck…!!”

I was panting and blushing and so damn hot and red, and my legs felt like wet noodles when I climbed down from his body. I was shivering and giggling when I tried to stand on my legs, struggling a little to find balance, and my eyes were still blurry, and my mind was everywhere!

I chuckled even harder when I looked at him and saw a little bit of pride in his face, but also a whole lot of innocence, like he was still just a kid, but… come on! Let’s not kid ourselves! He wasn’t kidding himself either: he was a stud, the ultimate stud, a hung god who had just driven the world’s HOTTEST WOMAN to a five-minute-long multiple squirting orgasm with nothing but his kiss and his bulge.

He was a living god – and he knew it.

He was a sex god – and he knew it.

He was a breeding machine – and he knew it.

No amount of virginity and innocence would blind him to these fairly self-evident truths, and after we stopped kissing and smooching, allowing ourselves some time to cool our bodies and garther our heads (mostly me), I purred on his face, my lips all the redder, and my face almost bloating with the excess of blood that bow BOILED all over my veins: “Keep it soft, my hunk.”

I felt his penis aggressively fighting against his pants, about 25% hard, and coiling around, moving so hard like a living snake.

“I want to get a good look at you.” I kissed him. “See what a real man looks like. Naked.” I kissed him. “I want to see how big you are, how strong you are, how thick and girthy you are while soft, and then…” I kissed. I kissed. I kissed him. “I want to see how even bigger you get when you’re aroused, erect, and ready to plow hot, wet pussy.”

I walked away. I wore a mini skirt with red panties under it. My legs were in full view. He was awestruck my them. They glimmered and glittered with the abundant juices that continued to pour, sometimes squirt from my pussy.

“Come,” I said, watching his snake soften and get down, inside his pants, and I took him by his hand and led to him to the first comfortable piece of furniture I saw: a nice, massive sofa in the living room.