Affirming that old proverb

“There!” Riolta’s immense satisfaction at her handiwork was readily detectable in the exclamation that she released upon letting go off Quinlan’s glove-clad cock.

Quinlan said nothing, settling for another lustful hiss, and Riolta too fell silent as her looking down at his ginormous member caused her to once more consider the stupendous proportions of his super-sized fucktool, proportions that her dressing it in the glove had only served to remind her of.

Recalling that the gloves had covered her arms up to her elbows, Riolta estimated their length, excluding that of the sheaths, measured with a glance how many inches of Quinlan’s turgid pussy missile that were left uncovered by it, and then came to a very pleasing conclusion.

“Fuck,” Riolta spoke with a strange mix of awe and raw lust, “you’re about an inch away from having a twenty-inch monstercock pointing straight at me.”

“Oh really?” Quinlan replied, having regained some of his composure during his cumshot, to the point where he was no longer at her mercy, and left her gasping for breath by making his cock grow another inch.

“How huge can you make that thing?” Riolta asked, quickly regaining enough of her composure to add a husky “Your fat, wonderful cock, I mean…”

“Probably a couple of more inches, but then I need to be really inspired,” Quinlan sounded as though he couldn’t decide on whether he wanted to sound extravagantly casual or reveal how excited Riolta was making him.

“Baby, don’t I inspire you?” Riolta asked, seizing the opportunity to have an even bigger cock to suck and worship in every other possible way, her wetness trickling out of her exposed snatch as she imagined herself slobbering over that massive pillar of steel-hard cockmeat, “Can you really say that I’m not the biggest, horniest slut you’ve ever met?”

“You’re definitely in the top ten,” Quinlan admitted, being perceptive enough to recognize that Riolta was the sort of woman who react positively to that sort of implied challenge.

“Top ten?” Riolta cocked an eyebrow, which looked rather interesting when she did so with her face covered with jizz, “I’m pretty competitive.”

“I guessed as much,” Quinlan looked cool and confident at first, but then his expression suddenly changed, as though he’d only just remembered that he was standing there talking to a truly spectacular jizz-angel, with the majority of his throbbing cock being encased in a glove.

“Well, I guess I could ask you for hints on how to have you admit that you’ve never before seen a slut as big as me,” Riolta’s smile implied that there was more to come, and there was, “but I won’t…. instead, I’m going to suck, lick, kiss, lather and titfuck your massive cock until you’ve got me covered with jizz from head to toe, front and back. And if you’re still able to get it up after that, which you will, you’re going to find yourself kneeling behind my ass, wondering how in the world something so tight as my asshole is capable of accepting the whole fucking length of your big, beautiful cock and marvel at how wet and warm and tight my slutty pussy feels around your balls.”

Quinlan gulped, and Riolta swore that she could see one of the fingers of the glove move. Somewhere in the back of her head, she had just realized something rather important: in the group which she’d found herself to be a part over the course of the last few days, there was a disparity in numbers between the men and the women that certainly wasn’t to her advantage. For while Delta had Harold and Emmanuella was quickly becoming so fond of Hudds that Riolta wouldn’t be surprised if she was already working on a letter to her father asking for him to be knighted and declared the guardian of her asshole and Alexia and Redmond were now so attached to each other that they would probably soon start taking strolls round the neighbourhood with him looking slightly delirious and her walking in front of him, leaning forwards and cross-eyed as girlcum poured out of her slit, Riolta had been left to switch between the three studs until Quinlan had shown up, seemingly being living proof that good things did come to those who waited, though Riolta wasn’t going to mention that old proverb until she was finished modifying it to include words such as “huge”, “cock” and “cum-loving, cock-crazed sluts.”

She then took the sort of deep breath which she had practiced countless time in front of a mirror, making sure to suck air into her mouth in such a manner that it accentuated the tidal-like raising of her huge boobs as much as possible, as he moved towards her so that the fingers of the glove were spread out across her cum-blasted belly.

“Oh my,” Riolta cooed a few seconds later, glancing down at how Quinlan was now on his knees in front of her, “I’ve stumbled over the perfect gentleman.”

Riolta next voiced her appreciation of Quinlan’s unselfishness through a dreamy, drawn-out moan that blossomed out through her glossy lips as the direct result of his mouth coming into contact with her sweet quim, a horny yelp following soon thereafter as he traced the tip of his tongue up the inside of her vulva.

While Riolta would have liked to share with Quinlan precisely how elated she was at finding herself in the company of a man who not only had a ginormous cock but also had the good taste to find her pussy absolutely irresistible, she would have a hard time doing it as long as he insisted on tonguing her hypersensitive clit.

And when he finished doing that, at which point Riolta felt as though she was about to spend a considerable amount of time shrieking and shaking while her juices shot out of her gushing pussy, Quinlan went on to snake his tongue past her vulva, prompting Riolta to hook one of her long legs up over his shoulder and down his back to push her sex closer to his face, her heavy breathing being interrupted only by the girlish shrieks that she would release ever so often while her fingers mussed up his hair.

Riolta then tightened her hold of Quinlan’s head as her leg began to twitch against his back and her juices pour into his mouth as a high-pitch scream poured from her mouth, her tits swaying and her buttocks clinched as she bucked her hips against his face.

Puckering his lips after Riolta’s orgasm had faded away and her hands were no longer pressed against the sides of his head, Quinlan offered her soaked quim a doting kiss before going on to stand up in front of her, the lower half of his having been equipped with a coating of her orgasmic juices.

“Hmm,” Riolta sighed happily as the fingers of the glove brushed against her toned midriff, sending him the sort of smile that would have had normal men bent over and sweating profusely as their balls drained themselves, before glancing down at the covered tip of his heavy fuckpiece, noting with no small amount of satisfaction that while they had previously looked slightly pathetic as they stood out limply and aimlessly in different directions, the fingers of the glove had now swelled up to become more solid, leading her to wonder just how much precum that he’d pumped out while licking her slit.

“Oh baby,” Riolta purred as she pushed her hard stomach against the stiffened fingers, “you didn’t cum while licking my pussy, did you?”

“Trust me,” Quinlan replied as his scrotum jerked up towards the underside of his cock thanks to an unusually hefty convulsion from his testes, “you would have noticed.”

“I guess,” Riolta admitted, smiling at first and then producing another contagious giggle, “so…”

“So?” Quinlan asked, considering it worthwhile to ask Riolta what was on her mind.

“So…” Riolta maintained her salacious smile, “want to see if I can make you cum without touching your cock?”
Quinlan nodded his head.

“Good,” Riolta surprised Quinlan by spinning around, her high heels clicking against the floor as she walked over to the spot where her thong had finally slipped off her feet, about halfway through her being blasted with his jizz.

“We can’t forget about this,” Riolta decided as she dangled the skimpy undergarment off the tip of her finger, “After all, it’s what you’ll get as a little keepsake of our first meeting.”

“Ah…” Quinlan thought it wise to keep his reply as short as possible as he sensed that Riolta wasn’t finished yet. He knew her well enough already to know that she wouldn’t have walked over there to pick them up if she hadn’t been planning on using them to do something extraordinary.

And it was undeniably quite extraordinary when Riolta gasped and closed her eyes as she began to stuff her soaked thong into her equally soaked slit, so much so that the thumb of the glove, which had previously been pointing out to his side, was suddenly made to point straight ahead by a surge of precum from Quinlan, with him soon standing there admiring her flair in leaving a bit of the waistband to dangle down from between her swollen vulva as the rest of the garment was buried inside her pussy.

“I could look after the other glove as well,” Riolta explained as she patted her fingers against her sex, “but I wouldn’t want to show off.”

“Right,” Quinlan swallowed down some excess saliva, which he was producing quite a lot of at the moment.

“And as for my thong,” Riolta spoke as she moved back towards Quinlan, with every move of her body having a very confident, determined air about it that did little to diminish the pressure building up in his scrotum, “you can feel free to pick it up a little while later, just don’t use your hands to do it.”

“Right,” Quinlan repeated himself.

“You can try and catch it with your teeth or scoop it up with your cock, either or will work fine with me,” Riolta stopped in front of him.

“Right,” Quinlan said again as he followed how Riolta dropped down on her haunches so that the glove-clad crown of his cock was but a few inches away from her gorgeous face.

“From how you’re repeating yourself and how your balls are beating like a heart, I’m guessing that I’m having an effect on you,” Riolta observed as she stared down the length of Quinlan’s cock, taking a break from admiring it to glance up at his face and push closer to the brink through another one of her downright scandalous smiles.

“Nnnnng,” Quinlan groaned through gnashed teeth.

“Quite,” Riolta agreed, “you know it’s funny…”

“What?”

“You had me all cross-eyed and climaxing as soon as you showed me your cock and you had me the same way by licking my cunt, and I’m going to have you stay the night and do it to me again first thing tomorrow morning, that’s not negotiable, and now I’m just thinking that when you finally blow, my pussy is simply going to go POP!”

There was a vein on Quinlan’s right temple that looked like it was about ready to do something similar as sweat trickled down his brow.

Riolta had been planning to say something about how much she loved sitting on her haunches in front of a monstercock, waiting for it to go off and shoot a massive batch of jizz straight in her face, but one quick glance at Quinlan’s face told her that that wouldn’t be necessary.