Zalah goes to work

“Gods!” exclaimed Cowan. The busty blonde slut had coaxed more fluid out of his balls than all of his previous partners that week put together. It was more than an expert milking that had been administrated by her succulent pussy, it was more a question of supernatural prowess, of a magic hidden in her loins the like of which he had never encountered before.

“Round one to you, handsome, you really made me cum,” said the awesome blonde slut on her back beneath him, her gorgeous face framed between the valley of her massive boobs, the calves of her slender legs currently wrapped around his neck, “let’s see if we can’t stiffen up the competition a little here.”

With that, Zalah withdrew Cowan’s member from her tight pussy with her fist wrapped round the base of the dick, his still-spasming testicles cupped in her slick fingers. Slowly, the thick shaft emerged from her moist, well-fucked cunt-lips. Every inch looked mouth-watering to her, thick, pulsating veins glistening on the meaty length in the dim backwash of the light from the moonstones. Finally, with a slurpy popping sound the vast head of Cowan’s augmented member appeared, line after line of thick, gelatinous cum clinging to the glossy helmet, suspended all the way across to Zalah’s pussy.

Eager not to miss a drop before gravity got the better of the heavy ropes of coagulated semen dripping copiously from the heavy cockhead, Zalah repositioned herself on her knees and slurped the tasty remnants of Cowan’s orgasm from the tip of his enhanced dick, twining each of the pearly strands over the pink surface of her flexible tongue.

“Shit,” grunted Cowan in response to the horny display, “it looks like you’re tying my cum in knots with your tongue.”

“Now watch what I do with your dick,” returned Zalah, slapping the bulbous cockhead against her tongue sloppily, enjoying the feeling of the heavy, moist, head smacking repeatedly across her sexy pouting lips, which were currently curved in a wicked smile. Then she spat all the saliva she could muster onto the thick length, lubricating the shaft with her shiny spit and beginning to run her right hand firmly over the slick member.

“It looks like Perrima’s potion’s pretty effective,” commented Zalah professionally, drawing Cowan’s shaft up to level with her eyes and inspecting it thoroughly, sloppy trails of her saliva sliding off the underside of the enormous cum tube in thick, bubbly droplets. Cowan was still outsizedly engorged, and Zalah marvelled at the bulging veins pulsing along the length of the slippery pillar of hot flesh. When they had first met, Cowan had been ten inches and she would have taken him there and then. Now, the price piece of meat needed both her hands at strategic places along the length to support the abnormality of the massive bell-shaped head from falling to the floor.

Without much more ado, Zalah began worshipping the dick with her mouth, opening up as wide as she possibly could and accepting the tube down her throat, pushing forwards and nearly **** as the thick tool invaded her windpipe. Slobber flowed freely from her lower lip and the corner of her mouth as she squeezed more and more of the prodigious tube into her gaping maw. Cowan was amazed at Zalah’s capabilities, and it seemed to him that she had to take the immense shaft out of her mouth to keep from ****, but it was only so the horny blonde slut could spit more saliva on his already soaking cock and then dive towards his balls, rolling them in her mouth while the long shaft rested against her face and settled on her forehead, emitting pulsing pumps of clear precum onto her gorgeous features.

The slut, from Cowan’s perspective, was beyond belief, beyond compare, beyond anything he had ever experienced as she ravenously suckled his balls firmly yet with infinitesimal care, massaging his ballsack with her agile tongue, now grasping his glans between finger and thumb and jerking him off with subtlety and precision.

He felt his whole body tense and go into shuddering paroxysms. It was at that point that Zalah stopped her slurping, and drew herself up as fully as she could while still being on her knees. Arching her back, she pushed her huge tits out fully, and, with a combination of smacking his saturated dick on her firm, bulging globes and spitting saliva on them, made them shine in the dim light and drip with the agglomeration of juices. Smiling, she neatly placed Cowan’s huge, spit slick shaft between the firm, moist, pliant tits and pressed her hands to the outer sides of her boobs, pressing both her massive knockers into a warm cocoon around the meaty staff.

It took merely one pump of Zalah’s irresistible tits around his cock before Cowan surrendered his load. His cock simply exploded in a succession of ferocious sprays of thick white fluid, all launched from within the delectable valley of her bulging boobs. Some bursts cascaded high over Zalah’s head, some launched into her blonde hair, weighing her lustrous locks down with wet, white streaks of cum, others splattered directly into her face, sliding off her beautiful, thrilled and exuberant features in moist white ropes that slithered down her cheeks and onto her chin. Even more forceful squirts shot from the tip of Cowan’s erupting cock to paint her slick, jiggling tits.

By the time Cowan’s orgasm had subsided, Zalah’s face, neck, upper torso and tits were one gooey, creamy mess, so thoroughly had the thick load covered the smiling cumslut. Zalah’s joyous, victorious smile was one of the only ways to identify her, each part of her face decorated with cum. As the juicy deposits slid in long gooey ropes off her chin and onto her boobs, Zalah propped Cowan’s long, thick dick across the upper contour of her right boob, the peach-shaped head nesting on in the valley where her breast-bone was and said, “round two to me, I think.”