The next glove

Riolta angled herself up on her elbow from her recumbent position. With two purposeful sweeps, she cleared her eyes from the coagulation of extremely sticky jizz that had been blasted into them, giving each of her hands a brisk flick to send the accumulation of gloopy fluid flying from her fingers, her left then her right.

‘Call me sartorially anal,’ said Riolta, ‘or, if you’ll excuse the pun, sartorially vaginal,’ she corrected herself, giggling as she referred to the pair of thong panties currently sticking out of her gushing quim. ‘But a girl simply cannot continue to look her best when her attire becomes… unbalanced.’

At this point Riolta picked up the ruined glove from her midriff and inspected it, noting how the hand had been completely blown off so that she was holding a foot-long tube of black leather.

‘Impressive stuff,’ she said, holding the destroyed garment up to her eye like a telescope and looking at Quinlan through it. ‘I can see you!’

In actual fact, Riolta couldn’t see much other than Quinlan’s violently pulsating twenty-inch monstercock that was jutting from his groin and pointing directly at her, cum still dripping from the huge bell-shaped cockend.

Quinlan shuddered, groaned a little, clenched his palms and then released a clear jet of precum that blasted out of the business end of his colossal man-hammer, making the whole, pink, vein-ripped tube buck with the recoil. The fist-sized wad of clear goo whipped from the tip of his dick, flew directly into the arm-hole of the ruined glove and out the other end, splattering directly into Riolta’s right eye.

Riolta yelped and dropped the garment. It landed with a sticky splat on her massive tits. A thick wad of clear prejizz had been pasted into her eye. She looked at Quinlan with a mock disapproving face.

‘I was going on to say,’ said Riolta haughtily, ‘- she said, pretending it had never happened – that if I’ve ever going to wear these gloves again then they are going to have to be a matched set.’

Quinlan smiled as he saw the massive titted archeress set about pulling her other glove off her arm, which, after some time and struggle, she eventually managed to do.

‘I hate to be repetitious,’ said Riolta, ‘but would you mind modifying this one so that it fitted too?’

‘Not at all,’ said Quinlan.

‘Good,’ said Riolta. Immediately she reached out and grasped Quinlan’s protruding monstercock with both hands, using the monstrous meat-spear to haul herself upwards. Quinlan was once again **** to grit his teeth as she did so, but the astoundingly curvaceous brunette superslut was tremendously nimble and was back on her haunches in front of him in no time, her nose about an inch from his cockend.

When she was upright again, Riolta pressed Quinlan’s dick down between his legs and released it so that the turgid rod immediately sprang back upwards between his thighs and danced crazily in front of her face. Ropes of spent cum and gluey precum were hanging off the underside of the meaty length at various intervals. Riolta reached out, gathered them with her free hand, scooped them towards her mouth and sucked them noisily in, slurping down the strands like spaghetti.

This accomplished, Riolta once again performed the same operation as before. Turning the arm-hole of her leather glove towards Quinlan’s massive shaft, the brunette vixen fixed the aperture over the heart-shaped bell-end and screwed it onwards. The action was accompanied by a squelching sound. Then, with care and determination, the archeress plunged the glove as far down the wizard’s cock as she could, enveloping the steel-hard flesh-truncheon in leather.

‘There!’ Riolta said, slapping the cock with the flat of her hand when she had finished. Quinlan winced a little bit as his errant cock swung around in front of him again, the fingers of the glove hanging limply downwards off the end.

‘Now stud,’ announced Riolta, ‘the last time we were in this position I made you cum without touching you. This time I’m going to milk you like a fucking cow.’

Quinlan gulped as Riolta stood up, span around and stood next to him. He put his right arm all the way around her and groped her massive breast as she cooed, leaned forwards a little and extended both her hands, putting her left around the base of Quinlan’s cock and pressing down into his groin with the flat of her hands as she hooked her thumb over the top and using her right hand to take long, purposeful strokes of the mammoth tool.

‘No fucking about now,’ said Riolta as she tried her best to grasp the leather-encased meatshaft extending in front on her and immediately started to jack the hung wizard. Quinlan sucked in breath deeply as her experienced fingers worked her own particular brand of magic on his engorged organ. Cum was streaked in her hair and hanging from her plump, pouting lips as she worked her expression into a snarl as she jacked him off.

Quinlan couldn’t do much except enjoy the ride for the present moment though he certainly didn’t look like it, his face contorted into a rictus of grimacing. The feeling of Riolta manipulating the leather covered shaft was amazing, and he could feel the massive twenty-inch column juddering involuntarily as the mega-titted vixen coaxed a thundering load of precum to gush from his cumslit.

There was a slick sound as the little finger of the glove started to become marginally less flaccid, dancing up and down at the bottom of the glove. Riolta released his cock quickly to gather a thick strand of cum that was roping downwards for her chin, coiled it around her hand and applied it straight back to his shaft, her pistoning fist sliding up and down the dick more easily, Suddenly, the little finger of the glove began to bulge outwards, fully erect.

Quinlan looked at Riolta’s massive, bulging tits jiggling as they projected out in front of her as she jerked his flesh mast. He was releasing precum freely now and the end of the glove could be heard to squelch as she put her hand at the end of his dick and twisted his glans, eliciting further sprays from his tormented shaft. As she did this the ring finger and middle finger both sprang up together, totally turgid.

Quinlan hadn’t noticed but he was actually standing on his tiptoes as Riolta jerked his cock out in front of him and by now he had completely surrendered to her ministrations, his slack lips mouthing nonsensical words as the determined fuckslut wrung his dick mercilessly.

‘Hard to believe that all that’s precum,’ said Riolta approvingly, as the index finger of the glove shot out. The palm of the glove had now expanded into the shape of a ball and was beginning to bounce around on the end of Quinlan’s fuckrod, accompanied with a sloshing sound.

‘How would you rate this, baby?’ said Riolta, ‘is this doing anything to you?’

Quinlan was still incapable of speech, but as Riolta transferred her eyes from his face to his dick, she saw at that exact moment that the thumb of the glove flipped up, erect on the top of the glove, pointing upwards. There was the ‘Pffffft’ sound of leather inflating.

Riolta smiled, ‘a thumbs up!’ she laughed. ‘I’ll take that. But I think what I’m going to do next deserves a standing ovation!’

To Quinlan’s shock, Riolta released the base of his cock with her left hand and used it to grab his swinging balls, cupping the meaty testes and lifting them until they landed on top of his shaft. Squirming from his grasp, she slid in front of him on her haunches, her left hand still grasping his balls and squeezing them against his pelvis. Quinlan literally screamed as he came.

First, the tip of the glove’s thumb popped, releasing a concentrated jet of cum that shot up between them, hit the ceiling and went straight through the plaster. Only then did Riolta gulp at what she had done, and Quinlan only had time to register her concerned, boggle eyed expression as the tip of the index finger gave way and a spurt of jizz shot out and parted Riolta’s hair, leaving a white line going down the centre. Next, the tips of the middle and ring fingers gave way, cum jetting from both tubes out onto Riolta’s huge breasts, both the small pieces of leather landing, as luck would have it, directly over each of her nipples.

Finally, the palm simply exploded, the piece of leather smacking Riolta in the face and laying lazily over her nose.

Riolta was about to make a comment about this, but Quinlan’s howl would have drowned her out anyway as he laid both hands over his leather clad cock and continued to jerk it, his orgasm far from over.