The python

You step into the familiar ring confidently, with the grace of a professional wrestler. You have never been beaten in the past and you see no reason for that to change in the future. The sight of your new opponent, who goes by the unimaginative name of Python, at the other end of the ring however makes you stop dead on your tracks and your jaw drops open wide.

Infront of you stands the statue of a man, a huge black man in his early thirties, towering above you at 6'2", with the chiseled body of a body builder. What is worse, you realize, as your gaze moves from his head to his feet, that between his legs dangles the biggest, thickest cock you have ever seen, easily as big as your forearm, without even being any hard. You swallow with difficulty as you contemplate on what awaits you and your pussy should you lose this one.

You are instructed to move to your corner, where you are bathed with warm, sweet smelling oil, supposedly an added difficulty for both of you, which makes your curvy body even more voluptuous. You glance at the other end of the ring and see that the Python is also covered in oil, his ebony body shining in an even sexier way. Your knees go weak with excitement and lust yet you are also frightened by the monster at his crotch and what it could do to you. You are here to win this one, however, so you pluck up your courage and step boldly to the centre of the ring as the bell goes off to meet your opponent.