Of Course I do

"Alright, so how do we do this," I asked.

Erica narrowed her eyes at me. "What do you mean 'we'"?

"Well I did say kiddie pool right? Well even the kiddies have to get in at some point. No time like the present."

"Well ya, but I didn't think that you were talking about right now" she said. "I figured that we would get to know each other a little better before...". Her words caught in her throat as I slowly reached down toward the throbbing intruder. I heard her hold her breath as I inched closer with a shaky hand.

I was scared. I was excited. This thing emasculated me with its immense size. It was exhilarating. I had seen other dicks in my life, in the locker room at school, a prank that went a little too far. All those other situations you did your best not to look. Quick glimpses was the most you would see. It was enough to get a general size comparison going in your head, but this, this was way different. I focused intently on the massive appendage in front of me.

Hundreds of thoughts raced through my mind. Will it feel like mine? How do I do it when its not on me? Is this really the biggest one I have ever seen? But they were all silenced by the big question, the one all men who are about to touch another dick think, "Am I gay?" On one hand, Erica was hands down the sexiest woman I have ever seen, cloths on or off. On the other hand, a dick is a dick.

Erica sucked air in through gritted teeth as my hand made contact. I softly grabbed hold of it, my thump and pointer finger almost touching. It was hot. Really hot. And hard. I have heard guys talk about how they were hard as rock, hell I even used that saying from time to time. But this, this is was a dick that was hard as rock should feel like. It was strangely exhilarating feeling something so unnaturally hard in my hand, knowing it was part of a person.

I pulsed my grip a few times to test if there was any give to this massive slab of meat. Each time, Erica sighed louder and louder. She was close to panting once I stopped pulsing. I glanced up at her face to make sure she was ok. Ha, like she wouldn't be. Her eyes were tightly shut with a look of pure bliss on her face. Her heavy breathing caused her chest to wobble back and forth, bringing my dick back to full attention. Pure sexuality oozed off the woman before me, making me momentarily forget what was in my hand. A hard throb brought my attention back to the task at hand.

I slowly started to pump my hand up and down the shaft, timing my motions to the chorus of moaning coming from my partner. I thought about adding a little moisture to the already accumulated precum, but my only two options were to stop and find to lube or use my mouth to lubricate it. Still being in the kiddie pool, I decided to forego the lubricate after a quick glance at Erica's face showed no signs of discomfort.

Another thought occurred to me. I usually feel my balls slapping about my hand when I masturbate, but I didn't feel any now. I glanced down to see no balls in sight, just that amazing pussy from earlier. Hmm, interesting. I might have to ask her about that after. After only two minutes of pumping, I heard and saw the signs of the desired reaction. Erica's breaths got shorter, her muscled tensed. She gritted her teeth.

The the throb to end all throbs quickly followed by a massive string of pearly white jizz. That first string would make a porn star envious. It shot out of her and landed several feet away. Without getting a closer look, I could tell it was already more than I produced during an entire climax.

The a bigger throb and another string landed even further. At this point, Erica was almost screaming. Her face was bright red, eyes tightly shut. Ever ounce of her strength was **** into shooting her cum as hard as possible.

See these two massive strings left a pit in my stomach and a knot in my throat. Most men could only dream of shooting this much, but it was only her second throb.

Speaking of which, the third was just as big as the second. It was truly terrifying, yet awe inspiring to watch what this woman could do.

The fourth was the size of the first one.

The fifth a little smaller.

After the seventh, it was more of a dribble, but Erica was still screaming.

Erica relaxed after the eighth, but still panted as her massive schlong started to shrink. I stood up and surveyed the damage. I felt like someone had spilled a pitcher of cum, though I'm sure it was just my brain over reacting to the whole situation. I kept glanced back and forth between Erica and her mess.

With her still panting from the exertion, I chuckled and said, "You just emasculated every guy on the planet. What can't you do?"