Prepping the Pump

I was so horny I couldn’t even think straight. Which is funny because I like barely do any thinking at all.

All that I wanted was inside those jeans, and I had to have it.

“Well, my little balloon girl, the pump isn’t going to open itself…” the massive owner of the bulge commented nonchalantly.

I was soaking by now, juices seeping through my tight yoga pants, my tits heaving with each deep breath.

I reached for the button above the zipper.

There was no need for a belt, it was soo tight across his body. I barely touched the denim with my dainty fingers, when a massive heave and twitching emerged from the bulge.

I watched with drooling hunger as the mass doubled in size, creeping down the right side of his leg, while the crease in the middle started expanding in all directions.

“I think it’s awake love,” the voice above me teased, his fingers idly twirling a few strands of my hair. “And he sounds hungry…”

Oh gawd yes.

I reached again for the button, biting my lower lip in utter arousal. This time I wasn’t scared. Just a flick of my fingers and…

POP!!!

The button, under so much pressure finally admitted defeat, soaring straight into the air. Mesmerized by the scene, we both watched it soar up high before gravity took hold once more, and fall, fall, fall…

Right into the depths of my lady mounds. I shivered at the coolness of the button, my nipples became so rock hard. The gate that kept the world safe from the dragon in front of me was now snuggling my naughty pillows.

“You know I plan to retrieve that later on,” the voice chortled deeply, his mitts kneading at my overstretched tank top, counterintuitively causing the arousing button to sink deeper and deeper within the abyss in my shirt. “Oh how, oh how should I plan to do it?”

Something to look forward to later. For now, the gate was gone; now to lower the drawbridge.

My breathing was shallow as I reached for the zipper, surprisingly still up despite the previous show. It turned out to be just as strained as only a little bit of pressure sent the fly south faster than a speeding bullet.

And there it was!

No underwear. No cup. Nothing but the ultimate prize.

Veins pulsed with rushing blood. It’s meaty girth sang with promises too dirty to contemplate. And that was just the base.

All of the teasing, all of the touching, all of the foreplay had caused this hunk of manhood to sink downward the right leg. More than half of this dragon was still inside the denim. And beneath the exposed base, churning away as they swelled bigger and bigger…

“We’ll go on…” he urged, “finish unwrapping your present. I know a balloon like you could rip through this material…”

And wasn’t he right? Powered by my lust, my strength became unparalleled as I grabbed the sides of his jeans, took a deep breath, and pulled…

RRRRIIIIIPPPPP!!!!!

I watched it all in slow motion. The seam of zipper gave way to fabric, which gave way to pulling of my lust and to the pushing of his.

And slowly inch by inch, vein by vein, did my target become exposed. Length and girth powered by enough blood to fill a normal man entirely coursed through each pulsating and throbbing inch of pure, unadulterated, prime meat a balloon like me deserved.

And how primed it was, for as soon as the mushroomed head, bulbous and purple, escaped the decaying denim prison, did this Rod of God fly upwards to stand at complete attention, right inside my mouth.

It was like a magnet, the swollen and thick head of the mighty shaft pulsed right in-between my plump lips without so much as a howdy-do, the musk permeating my senses, and all I could do was moan in satisfaction and completeness.

“Perfect position, love,” the bull complimented, the pleasure deep in his voice. “Now why don’t you start getting the pump primed?”

I started moving my head, sucking in more and more of his meat, but only able to just get the tip in, so massive was the cock in front of me.

“Don’t forget your hands, my big-titty girl…” he reminded me, grabbing my soft digits and wrapping them around his cock.

As if they had a live of their own, my hands started stroking the shaft, searching and tracing each one of his veins, all the while I sucked and licked all over his fat head.

“Good start, hun,” the voice encouraged, his hands creeping slowly to the back of my head, “but I think you can do better. After all, my little cock sleeve has plenty of experience give head to massive bulls, right?”

Of course I did, a small voice in my head agreed, as my tongue came to life painting and licking away at the bulbous head.

All the while as those roaring, powerful hands grabbed a firm hold onto my locks. I was so caught up in sucking up as much meat as I could that I was missing the warnings.

“Especially, uggh,” he groaned, interrupted by my hungry ministrations, “especially when they do something - oh yeah - like this!”

And those hands, soft in caressing my tresses, tracing my mounds, and guiding me to my current predicament, became a vice, pulling me towards him, forcing me to swallow every inch of the monster cock before me.

I gagged, chocked, and squealed as everything in my mouth was pushed aside for the veiny sausage going down my throat. I could taste everything.

“Oh God yes, you slut!!” He groaned above me, shoving my face closer and closer to the base of this trunk, “you fucking love having this much meat inside of you, don’t you?! Makes you cum like a fire hydrant, huh? All because a real man knows your secret!!”

“Mmmmnnnnnngggffffppp!!!” I screamed and moaned on his cock, as my pants became useless in holding back my juices. Yeeess, oh dear God yes, I was sooo turned on. His cock was past my throat and pouring down towards my stomach, ready to deliver my most fervent desire, all the while, I continued to suck, continued to stroke, continued to worship the meat that could split me on half.

His pre juices were already spewing inside me, filling me up with as much as I could handle. Already my tight clothes were getting even tighter. Flesh was bulging out in all the right places. Soon, I would be just as bare as my bull, and ready to receive his ultimate prize.

And that’s when I saw it…

Trying to clearly see through constant organisms is daunting, but for a brief moment I saw my life flash before me, for just beneath the base of this perfect tool of manliness, were two swelling sacks of pure unadulterated jizz the size of my own massive titties.

And they look primed to explode.

Could my secret contain what was within?

And for that matter…