To the cache

John arrives at the cache out of breath, but excited at the bounty of goods before him. He took a moment to catch his breath, and in that time did not notice the tall Amazonian black woman that had been hiding among the supplies creep up on him. As he realized a shadow forming over him, he turned around and fell on his back in surprise. Suddenly, his face was a foot away from what could only be described as a fire hose of a cock. In a softened state, it hung inches above her knees, already making the cock about a foot long. It had the girth of a can of coke and was accompanied by a set of balls the size of tennis balls.

"Hi, my name's Tara and the pleasure is all mine honey." Tara pleasingly said.

If it wasn't for the hunt, John would've easily lusted after this amazing type of woman. He was unclear how she was able to run and keep up with her DD cup breasts, and of course the simply obscene amount of cock hanging below her waist. Standing at a hair over six feet, she had long red hair that went down to her waist, complete with a fit physique and six pack, and was curvy in all the right places.

It was now flight or fight mode, John thought. Either he uses the EpiPen he just grabbed to give him a jolt of energy and attempt to fight, or reasons with her. He had spent the last of his energy getting to the cache, so there was no way that he could attempt to run away from Tara. With these options in mind...