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The Egg

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She’d given me quite an odd assignment as preparation for the scene. I reread the note she’d sent me, just to make sure I wasn’t misunderstanding.

“I’ll be at my place waiting. Before you leave, I want you to obtain an egg. And as you make your way here, I want you to consider the properties of the egg and what symbolism it might hold. Tonight and tomorrow, that egg will be your safeword.”

To say the least, her note was a tad confusing. To say the most it was utterly perplexing. So I went to the grocery store. You can’t buy just _one_ egg, so I bought half a dozen and started off to meet her.

The plan, as best I knew it, called for me to arrive at her abode in the evening. We’d then spend a few hours in psudeo-scene-space, that is, relaxing and talking, but with power roles already defined. And finally, around midnight, as is her practice, we’d scene, continuing until we were done. Well, that or until it was time for me to leave the next afternoon. Clearly, as evidenced by her note, there was more going on than I was aware of. But hey, I love a good mystery, and besides, she was one of the few people I know that made saying “no” to them seem like an unnatural act.

It’s quite a drive from where I live to where she lives. So I had plenty of time to consider, as she requested, aspects of EggHood. Some things about the egg did seem to fit in nicely, and it became clear to me soon enough, that the Egg would be the focus of the evening’s discussion.

I arrived promptly at 9pm. She greeted me at her door with a smile that either said “I”m very happy to see you” or “The better to devour you with, my dear”. She was dressed casually, wearing sweats and a t-shirt, but no matter her attire, she was clearly a woman who demanded a certain respect just from the way she carried herself. She asked me to first place the Egg on the table in the middle of the room, and then make myself comfortable on a futon. She sprawled out across from me on a sofa, her presense seeming to dominate the room. There were few women I knew who were more attractive in an objective sense. And while I didn’t want to have intercourse with her – that was something on another plane to me – being near her was setting off both sexual and submissive reactions on a very strong nature.

“You’ve had a chance to think about my note. Tell me about the Egg. What meanings do you think it could hold?”

“The Egg,” I told her, “symbolizes many thing. Its oval shape has no beginning and no end. It is fertility. The Egg, to some, would be the ultimate expression of that which is Female. It is the potential of new life. It _is_ life itself. It is containment followed by freedom. It’s fragile and vulnerable, but the perfect package for its purpose. On the other hand, it is food for the hunter or the gatherer.”

For the next hour or two (my sense of time with her always goes astray) we discussed these and other possible symbolisms and meanings. And while I found the discussion to be interesting, I was still not entirely sure why we were having it.

Then, in a cool tone that hit me like a sudden shower of sleet she spoke. “My desire this evening is to enjoy making you suffer. I would like, at some point, to convince you to suffer for me without benefit of a safeword. This is something you’ll need to decide for yourself. One of two things is going to happen in the coming hours. Either you are going to break your egg, and thereby call safeword, or you are going to give me your egg, and thereby relinquish your safeword. And I will hold your safeword until tomorrow when you leave.”

I shivered inside. And probably outside, too, as she stood up and walked across the room.

And just as second thoughts started to awaken a voice in my head that was going to argue against agreeing, she returned, a collar in her hand.

“You can now come and kneel here and present your neck to me to wear my collar and we can begin.”

The words “Yes, Ma’am” fell out of my mouth and I walked over to her and knelt, my head bowed.

Electricity. Magic. Energy. Peace. Completeness.

She handed me my safeword, and then closed the collar around my neck, and I was Whole, without need. I was only to be brought back to earth by her pulling me up by the collar to my feet and taking me into her bedroom. Her toys were neatly laid out and as each caught my eye,

She took me over to the bed and had me lie down, spread wide for her. For a few minutes she simply explored my body, becoming familiar with it again. Then, bitlis escort she softly touched all over my body and caused me to grow warm with arousal. Next, after having had her fill of that, she cuffed my wrists and ankles and attached them by chains to the bedframe and hooked chains to my collar so I couldn’t move my neck either. A thigh-spreader and blindfold were the final touches, I was helpless. She left me there for a few minutes, watching, listening, waiting. I felt the Egg in my hand, as I clutched its round shape.

My sense reached out to try to figure out what all the little sounds I heard next were. A moment later, I felt a weight on my chest and I could feel her warm, soft flesh against me. Indeed, I could tell, soon enough, that she was straddling my chest and was slowly rubbing off against me while facing down towards my feet. This realization made me grow aroused quickly, her using my body as her sextoy that way. And then, with sudden sharpness that cut into my mind as much as it made me want to scream out in pain, I felt something (a rather stingy whip?) come down across my left thigh and then my right. I couldn’t squirm much, but what movement I was making was clearly encouraging her, not only because of her joy in my suffering, but also because it was arousing her physically.

The blows weren’t coming often but they were coming down hard. The contrast between her pleasure and my pain was making things even more delicious and confusing. I could tell how aroused she was getting as her scent made it’s way to my nose. That made me get more aroused. Which made her want to give me more pain. And when she stung my thighs again, it aroused her more, which fed back to me and so it went, in a faster and faster cycle until it was clear from her breathing that she was getting close to a climax. And then she stopped, leaving me more than a bit puzzled.

The next thing I knew, she grabbed the blindfold and tore it off of me, and alternated between kissing me hard and whispering right up against my lips. “I wonder just how desperately and desperate to escape from my pain I can make you,” she said making me shiver. “Can I make you hot enough to beg to fuck me? You said you wouldn’t – that you didn’t want to. But I suspect you will.” And with that, she reached down and gave my cock and balls a firm squeeze, leaving them desperate for more, needing another touch of her hand.

She turned her body around straddling my chest again. Her pussy, glistening with wetness was inches away from my face. I inhaled deeply, and found myself growing intoxicated by her scent. She slid down my body, turning around and brushing a thigh over my cock as she sat on my thigh and faced me.

Glowing with power, she looked down at me and then reached to the side to grab her particularly evil rubber-tailed whip. She wiggled the tailed over my cock playfully. The contrasting images of how nice those tails could feel with how devestatingly painful they could feel spun around my head. Just as I started to moan from the pleasure of the attention my cock was getting, she pulled the whip away and brought it down across my chest, setting my left nipple on fire with pain. Then back and forth, across my chest, she was making every nerve scream out with pain.

“Beg me to keep whipping you,” she ordered calmly. For a second I wasn’t able to speak, two more blows landed as I tried to engage my verbal-self.

“P-Please Ma’am. Whip my chest,” I sobbed.

And with that, 10 blows fell, whipsawing across my nipples as I cried out yelling “No! No!” as I felt the Egg still in my trembling hands.

Just as I thought I could take no more, she stopped and again, reached over for something. She locked her eyes on mine and then displayed what she’d grabbed: a small butt-plug, slick with lube.

I could feel two forces in my head, trying to direct my thoughts. One that said “beg for it!” and another that wanted nothing to do with it. I knew very well that what I wanted wasn’t going to make much difference, except in how I perceived what was to come. So I begged. “Yes, Ma’am, please put that in my ass!” I cried, with a tone that made it seem like my existence depended on that butt-plug being inside me.

She eyed me with a slightly surprised look, but assuredly not a displeased one. To make insertion easier, she released my legs and leg me wiggle them around. Then, with ease I wasn’t expecting, she slid the plug inside me. It didn’t feel particularly good or bolu escort bad, but it did make me feel full and somehow owned. She reattached my legs and then with her hand still slick with lube from the plug, she began stroking my cock.

She kept stroking me and looked deep into my eyes, explaining, “You realize I’m not going to let you orgasm until you agree to be inside me. Which is your choice, of course. But you also realize that you’re mine for hours and hours, and I can do this,” she said, bringing me to the edge of orgasm with fast, furious pumping up and down on my cock. “And then I can do _this_,” she snickered as she stopped. “I’ll also note that once whatever defenses you have left crumble and you agree to that, we’ll both know I can have anything from you I want — including your safeword, since your weaknesses will be all too clear. For now, I’ll let you think about this.”

After a few more deft strokes up and down my shaft, she stopped, took my precum on her fingertip, fed it to me, and then left the room.

Alone again with my thoughts, I wondered how much I believed what she’d just said. Indeed, I’d told her before that I wasn’t interested in having intercourse with her – at least not now. Not because I didn’t find her attractive, actually, I found her to be among the most sexually attractive women I know, but rather because that act holds a special secret connection of thoughts and intimacy that I don’t wish to share easily or quickly. I was willing to give her my body. I was willing to give her my mind. But there was a part of my soul I wanted for myself.

Now, it seemed, she wanted that too. And I realized that, indeed, once I let that last wall down, anything else she wanted would be hers to take. Then I remembered that she had hours to use towards meeting this goal if she wanted, and I also considered just how easily my will can be bent, doubly so by her.

As I lay helpless, pondering my fate, she returned. Somehow I expected more discussion or negotiation. But she seemed as if something else entirely was on her mind. She was silent as she went about methodically unsecuring me and resecuring me to turn me over with my back facing up.

A sharp thuddy blow landed on my ass. I knew quickly from the sound and shape of the pain it was her paddle. However, I’d never had my ass spanked when I’ve had a butt-plug inside me. In the past, I’d thought of the sensation a butt-plug provides as static. Its appeal being in its constance. But this was different. The tensing and movement that having my ass spanked with the butt-plug in make it feel like being fucked – hard. Indeed, quickly she landed a shower of thwapping jolts, each of which felt like she had a cock inside me, fucking me.

I began to cry from the pain, sobbing and begging her to stop. She said not a word, but rather continued, leaving me unsure if she was even listening to me. Begging turned to prayer as I lost myself sobbing and spilling out words that I knew would go unheeded. Again and again, she brought the paddle down on me without respite. I could feel the heat radiating from my ass, and I could picture the bruises forming and spreading. From crying and hysterics, my emotions ran towards anger. “This isn’t want I want,” I thought to myself. “Why is she doing this to me??” and finally, no longer just thinking to myself, I screamed out “SAFEWORD DAMN IT, SAFEWORD!!”

Of course, she didn’t stop. Five more blows landed, even harder than the previous ones. I realized immediately, of course, that the Egg was my safeword. But once broken, it was impossible to make Whole again. And while it wasn’t that hard for me to call safeword verbally, it took just that little bit more to make me break the Egg. And I hadn’t had the little bit more. Yet.

She glowed with power. And as her stare locked my eyes to hers, she whispered, “I can bring you to the edge with pleasure. I can bring you to the edge with pain. I can make you look out over that rift of fear and doubt and desire. What I want, what I need from you, is the trust, the faith, the submission required to leap into that abyss. I want you to give me the Egg, and I want either see you fly, or help break your fall if you can’t.”

I sobbed incoherently as she took the buttplug out. I wanted to explain to her. I wanted to tell her that there was a part of me I couldn’t give up to her that easily and another part of me that knew it was already hers, at least for now, if she took it. I tried to draw myself together, burdur escort to reach back up to a place where I could be articulate. Just as I found the words, a savage expression came over her face.

I’m not sure why I find having my face slapped so powerful. Maybe it’s because it’s so personal. I don’t “live” in my ass. I do “live” in my head. Her hand flew from side to side, forehanding and backhanding my face with sharp staccato slaps. I wanted to turn and curl up into a fetal ball, but I couldn’t, still secured down. With a final frenzy of blows, she laid waste to my defenses, taking me right to the edge of that awe-inspiring abyss of helplessness and utter surrender. And stopped. And unchained me.

I waited, thinking there would be something else, some other sensation to set me into an overload. But instead, she just freed my hands, the Egg still Whole, and firmly in my left hand. And then I realized where we’d come. She’d taken me as far as she could. Her ethics and morals wouldn’t allow her to push me over the edge; I needed to make that decision myself. She could show me what was there, but she couldn’t do more without violating limits – hers and mine.

She saw that realization on my face and smiled. “It’s not something I can take from you. It must be given. I’ll go a long way to draw it from you, but in the end…” She stopped as she saw my hand extending to her and silently dropping the egg into her outstretched hand. Her eyes became ablaze with power and she leaned over me whispering, “Very good. I’m glad you’ve decided.”

Then, without a word, she rechained me, leaving me once again unable to move. She picked up her rubber-tailed whip and sat across my hips. I was open, vulnerable, and needful – I wanted her to devour me. Clearly, she wanted that too, because she learned forward and with savage hunger, she sunk her teeth into my shoulder, causing a flash of incredible pain. It was as if she was moving beyond my flesh and taking my Self between her jaws, squeezing me in her vice. Then, she leaned back and gyrated her hips and squirmed against my crotch, Just as I realized how nice it was starting to feel, she started whipping me back and forth across my chest. I screamed and cried and begged her to not to stop, but to hurt me, to take me, to claim me. Back and forth came the whip – each blow a stabbing reminder of her power over me.

I sobbed and gasped in surprise as she got up, suddenly. “Please, ma’am! Please don’t stop!” I cried, begging shamelessly for her to torment me, to give me her pain. My begging charged her with an energy I’d never seen in her before. She reached for something out of her bag and though my tears I could see her readying a condom to put on me. She rolled it onto my cock, stroking it all the while, preparing me. A short time before I’d have done anything to stop her, but now I was hers – and now I wanted her to take me. It wasn’t a violation, it was an affirmation. She’d broken me open, she’d taken my defenses, cracked them open, and spun what she’d found inside, making it meet her needs, her desires.

She sat back on top of me, looking like a predator about to finish off her prey. She spread herself open and slid my cock into her hot cunt. Tantalizingly, she lifted up and down, then caught my eyes, locking hers on mine. I began to beg her, “Please, ma’am, please hurt me.” I knew how deeply she wanted to hear that. Begging wasn’t an opinion, it was an imperative. She started pumping up and down on my cock faster and harder now as she picked up that damned whip and began whipping my now-tender chest with it. I could see the welts forming on my flesh, I could feel my skin begin to break as blood began to trickle and ooze from my chest in a few places. Bouncing up and down on me now, pounding me down with each thrust, she began to climax, her whole body writhing and pulsating. Physically, emotionally, and even spiritually I could feel her extract an orgasm from me. I came hard, my mind spinning and losing touch with my body as I collapsed, and through a haze, I could feel her unchaining me, turning me on my side, and a few minutes later, lubing my ass to grind her harnessed-cock into me.

I don’t know how long it was before I really regained my senses. It had to have been a while, because the sun was out, the room was filled with light, and she was nowhere to be seen. All the toys and such had been cleaned up and just as I was about to get up and find her, she came around with corner with a smile. “Breakfast is ready, and you look like you could stand to eat,” she offered. “After all, you’re mine for a few more hours,” she noted, using her eyes to direct my attention to her chainmail flogger that sat, waiting to be used. She took my hand and led me to the table and we ate breakfast – scrambled eggs, of course.

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Five Poster Bed

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This story is by all accounts pretty amateurish but I dig chicks taking unrealistic cocks. Thanks for reading!

*

The past two weeks with Mick were kind of a whirlwind. Meeting at the college library led to dinner which led to making out at the college library which led to a couple of dates which led to… Well, you get the idea. Ultimately it led up to this; a quiet evening with some candles in Allison’s bedroom, her four poster bed turned down with her best, dark blue, satin sheets, and Mick taking a shower. Allison was naked and coyly lounging, the cool satin keeping down the temperature of her hot skin. She was warm because she was a little embarrassed by the situation. She had never taken a boyfriend to bed in under two months of dating, not even the ones she thought she loved in the lofty days of high school. Allison felt a little slutty for it even though she knew there was no reason to.

Allison didn’t know if she “loved” Mick and she knew two weeks was much too short a period to tell. In her mind she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something different about Mick, though. It may have been the fact that he was a bit mysterious and reserved but only about certain things. He never wore shorts even in the 95 degree heat of Arizona where they went to school. He shunned playing sports even though he was well built and perfectly suited for soccer or track. He shied away from going to the pool or lake with her when invited and even now turned down the opportunity to shower with her. Allison thought a shower might be a good lead-in to making love in the bedroom but only got a mediocre response from Mick, as if he were detached and thinking long and hard about something.

Mick shut the water in the shower and called to Allison from the next room, “Ummm, if I show you something, you promise not to freak out?”

Allison breathed an awkward sigh of relief as she was beginning to believe that the reason Mark was so secretive was because of her. Now her mind reeled to think what it could be that Mark was hiding: scars, tattoos, an external pacemaker? Actually, Allison found the first two kind of sexy and with this thought in mind had the courage to answer, “Mick, you know I wouldn’t freak out about anything you had to show me.” Unless it’s track marks, she thought.

As Mick walked into the bedroom, Allison noticed something was different about him than all his predecessors. His member arrived about three seconds before he did. Allison saw this and gasped because she had never seen anything like Mick’s Meat Bat: about twenty-four inches long, eight inches around, and a swollen cockhead just made for plowing. But that wasn’t all, not by a long shot; Mick’s balls were the size of large oranges and looked like they really could make a “long shot” of jizz.

“You aren’t frightened by this, are you?” asked Mick tentatively upon seeing her reaction.

Allison was hesitant to answer. The largest object she’d ever had in her was her favorite dildo, a rubber 8 inch job with balls at the end, and it seemed to fill’er up well enough. On the other hand, she always wanted to feel what it would be like to stuffed to the brim with man meat and Mick was certainly qualified for the position.

“I’m not so much scared as curious, really,” replied Allison.

“Curious,” asked Mick dubiously with a smirk on his face.

“Well…”

“Well? Spit it out!” demanded Mick, jokingly.

“See, that’s the thing,” said Allison, a mischievous grin spreading across her face at his ironic remark. In her huskiest, sexiest voice she said, “I’ve never seen a cock and balls the size of yours…”

“And…”

“Your balls look really heavy. I’ll bet they’re filled with cum. I’m curious to see just how full they are and if I can swallow it all.”

Mark swung his massive girth towards the bed, almost slamming it into one of the similarly dimensioned posts and said, “Now you’re talking!”

Allison was now more startled by her own slutty responses than the appendage Mick unveiled. Did she really say that? What had come over her? She was never a size queen and never got overly turned on by the sight of a large dong but then she realized that she’d never seen one so big. The thought of it pushing against and ultimately into her cervix gave her a pleasurable tingle in her lower back.

Mick was now on the bed with Allison on her back. He was kneeling less than two feet above her head and he was long enough that she could see the underside of his massive tool without him being on top of her. It was already hard and Allison couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Thick veins pulsed under the thin flesh of his pole and it jumped a little every time she stroked it with her fingertips. She had to know, “What got you so hard so fast?”

Mick looked past his protrusion to her upside down face and said, “Thinking of you.”

“Awww…” Allison said mockingly. “What were you thinking about me?”

“What you would look like with my Escort Bayan Gaziantep meat dangling over you.”

“Is it everything you hoped for?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, how about this?”

And with that, Allison stopped stroking Mick with her finger tips, grasped his rod in her hands (it took both) and proceeded to guide the head into her mouth. Mick was so hard and long that he had to bend over a little to help her get it down to her face or it would have elusively hung inches away from her tongue and lips.

Allison was again surprised by her own forwardness. It was spurred on by something primal that she couldn’t have thought of in a million years. All she knew was that she wanted this man for her pleasure and to give him pleasure in return.

Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and her tongue swirled around it, probingly. She found Mick would shudder slightly when she lapped past the frenulum at the bottom of his circumcised head. She also found it amazing that she was even able to fit the head in her mouth. It amazed her because it was the almost the size of a candy apple, and after a couple of minutes of swirling licks she found it started to taste just as sweet to her. She realized that a flavor was coming from somewhere and when pulled the head out of her mouth to see she noticed a pearl of clear fluid emerging from Mick’s urethra. The hole itself was over a quarter of an inch in diameter but the drop of pre-cum formed to the size of a Gobstopper before it started to flow down the bottom of the head, dripping off, and landing with a light “plop” on Allison’s slightly parted lips.

This new development emboldened Allison even more and she pushed Mick’s now leaking member to the side to look him in the eye. She gazed lustily into Mick’s eyes and licked the visible pre-cum off her lips much to his delight. With a slight bounce, Mark’s beast put out another droplet of clear jizz and Allison eagerly licked it off, like a drop of ice cream off a melting cone. Allison then put her thumb on the underside of Mark’s cock and slowly drew her hand up towards the head, maintaining pressure on his urethra. The result was a steady trickle of clear fluid that dripped down to Allison’s now open mouth ending when she got almost to the tip. Allison was pleased with the resulting look of passion on Mick’s face; she was also pleased that she had remembered the couple of tricks she practiced on her last few lovers.

The last two inches worth of squeezed secretion merely dribbled down the bottom of Mark’s cockhead and pooled against Allison’s thumb. Allison took this as a cue to renew her ice cream cone eating efforts. She was also hoping to attempt what appeared to be an impossible deep throat based on what she learned from her last boyfriend (the only one ever to get that far into Allison’s mouth.) The thought made her pussy tingle. It was at that moment she realized she was incredibly wet, wetter than she’d ever been before. It took her another moment to realize that while Mick was slightly leaned over he had managed to slip two fingers into her sopping womanhood and was lightly squeezing her clit between them.

This new sensation was most pleasing to Allison. Her eyes closed slightly and rolled back as she savored the feeling of Mick’s hands on her hot button and the taste of his pre-ejaculate in her mouth. All the while, Allison was steadily milking her new favorite treacle directly into her mouth.

Allison reached up again to grasp Mick’s python with her left hand and enjoyed seeing his balls quiver at her touch. She took this as a good time to massage them with her free right hand. She seemed more determined than ever to get that delicious pre-cum out of him and thus lightly squeezed each orange sized orb in her hand. Allison’s right hand moved from one engorged nut to the other while she lightly stroked the heavy pole that now terminated in her wet and willing mouth. She even touched her fingertips to the back of his nut sack and got a little squirt more of pre-cum every time she raked his oversized vesicles. The simultaneously salty and sweet flavor made her all the wetter and Mick wasn’t doing too bad a job with his hand either.

Mick in the meantime was slow and gentle with Allison’s clit, still stroking it and pinching it lightly between his index and middle fingers. Without realizing it, he started to move his hips back and forth, pushing his manhood slightly in and out of Allison’s lip lock on his head. As if in response to this motion, Allison started to inhale and exhale a little bit more heavily than when they started this little venture. Mick continued his manual vaginal ministrations. They started to get a rhythm: when Mick was in, Allison’s tongue was touching the top of his cockhead and his fingertips were touching her engorged clit. When he was almost out, her tongue was eagerly probing his quarter inch squirt hole for more of his sweet secretions and his fingers were wrapped around her love button.

A few more minutes went by and Allison now seemed to be holding her breath for a few moments while Mick was pushed in. Mick also felt Allison’s tongue farther up on his member than before. Wanting to see what was going on, he pulled out almost to the point of leaving her eager mouth, let her gasp in some air, and then slowly moved back in. When he looked down through half shut eyes he saw that Allison had taken ten inches of his member in her mouth, something no other girl had ever been able to accomplish with his raging hard-on. He pulled out almost in a panic, afraid that he would smother the poor girl to death in a most erotic fashion.

Allison looked up almost apologetically and asked, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He told her, with genuine concern for her well being, “No girl has ever taken that much! I didn’t even notice because it felt so good but I don’t want to hurt you!”

Allison propped herself up on one arm, looked up into his eyes lustily, and simply replied:

“I can go deeper…”

Now it was Mick’s turn to be shocked.

Allison scooted over to the side of the bed and lied back down with her head off the edge.

“Get off.”

“I may be big but I can’t just do it on command… I mean, I’ve never really thought to but…” Mick trailed off jokingly.

“I meant the bed, dummy!” Allison exclaimed.

They smiled at each other as Mick got up and, understanding what she wanted, again placed himself above her head except standing up this time. She again gazed at the underside of his magnificent organ and could have sworn it had gotten even bigger since it was in her mouth. She began to wonder if it was wise to boast how deep she could take him.

Again Allison grasped Mick by the shaft with both hands and guided him to her surprisingly flexible maw. The lust was apparent on her face before Mick’s member blocked it from his view and disappeared between her soft and ample lips. Allison moved her hands from his shaft as it buried itself in her mouth to his marvelous balls, stroking them, kneading them, all the while savoring their product as it was deposited in her mouth. Mick was waiting for her to acclimate herself to his girth again and stood patiently. Allison appeared to have been all out of patience.

Her hands migrated from his seed pods to the front of his hips, searching, it seemed, for something that he was unaware of. She grasped the base of his cock and tugged it towards her face, beckoning it. Mick was still hesitant though. Allison then positioned her hands on the sides of his hips and managed to get another couple of inches in to match her previous record of ten inches, his cock head just past the back of her throat. With her head positioned the way it was, she could have easily swallowed the pork sword of a man of normal proportions, straight through her head and down her throat an inch or two. Mick was nowhere near normal though and he demonstrated his understanding of this by constantly keeping from advancing.

Allison let Mick out a few inches to get some air and more of his pre-ejaculate which, by now, was almost in free flow without any signs of letting up. The taste was sweet and tart at the same time, with a little bit of salt mixed in; not unlike the margaritas that Allison drank on their date before coming back to her place. She was starting to believe she liked drinking Mick even more.

After a few well paced inhalations, Allison made absolutely sure she was correctly positioned for another of Mick’s unaggressive oral assaults. For a brief moment, Allison thought, What the hell.

She let go of Mick’s hips, reached her arms as far as they would go behind him, and dug her fingers into his asscheeks, pulling him inexorably toward her. Mark tried to stop but was taken off guard and found himself moving forward deeper into Allison than he ever thought possible. When he finally stopped moving he looked down worriedly. Underneath him, Allison had jammed almost all of him into her mouth, leaving only about seven or eight inches not covered in her slippery saliva.

Holy shit, Mick thought. She took two thirds of my cock in her! I’m going to marry this girl!

Holy shit, Allison thought. I took two thirds of his cock in me! I’m going to need to breathe soon!

Suppressing the urge to panic, Allison held her grip on Mick long enough for him to look down and assess the situation. She had indeed taken 16 inches of meat in her mouth and down her throat. Her neck muscles strained and Mick could see that her throat was impossibly distended with pulsing cock stuck in it. Allison was holding on just long enough to prove to Mick that not only was she unafraid of his gigantic unit but that she was actually enjoying it.

After about ten seconds, Allison released her grip on her lover’s ass and let him pull out. She let his throbbing meat head pass her lips and she continued to try to control her breathing after ramming something the size of a baseball bat down her throat. Sticky ropes of what appeared to be cum trailed from her face to the head of his cock and Allison wondered if he had spent himself deep in her chest.

“Did you cum all the way down my throat?” Allison asked.

“No,” said Mick smiling past himself down at Allison. “Still pre-cum.”

Allison was amazed to hear this because not only did she have a lot of the sticky stuff on her face but it was also all over her mouth and continuously oozing down Mick’s engorged rod. He was pre-cumming more than most men Allison had seen cum. She stared up at him mesmerized by the bouncing cock that would just not stop leaking. It was turning her on so much that she started to ooze out on her own satin sheets, the navy blue darkening to almost black under her wet orifice.

After a well deserved repose, Allison turned over and, looking up expectantly at Mick, said, “Turnabout is fair play. Your turn to get on your back.”

Mick eagerly climbed back on the bed expecting to feel Allison’s warm mouth wrapped around him again but instead saw her unsteadily stand up on the bed. Her juices were now plain to see, dripping down her leg, and she was even wetter than she was when he was invading her with his two fingers. Allison knew she didn’t just want him anymore, she needed him. And on some level, it seemed, he needed her too.

Mick was still over two feet tall lying down and Allison looked down, a little daunted. Taking him in her throat was one thing; there was room for Mick to go. Her love tunnel was a whole other story altogether.

Mick looked up at Allison and asked, “Um, are going to do what I think you’re going to do?”

Allison looked down lustily, nodding. Mick advised, “You probably shouldn’t; my last girlfriend was in tremendous pain after my first thrust.”

Allison positioned herself above Mick’s towering cock, looked down at him again and said, “Well, you’re not going to thrust into me are you? That’s why I’m on top; to control how much I take. Besides, I’m not your last girlfriend, am I?”

And with that, Allison lowered herself quickly but steadily onto Mick’s pole. In an instant, Mick’s cock was pressing against Allison’s cervix 6 inches into her abdomen. The sensation was incredible for both of them: Allison was filled to the brim with throbbing meat, causing tingles to run up and down her spine, ending at the swollen pussy lips wrapped around said meat. Mick couldn’t believe how tight and yet so accommodating Allison’s pussy was. She stayed there for a few moments, perched upon his huge dick, getting accustomed to having him inside her.

When she finally got used to the feeling, Allison started moving up and down very slowly, all the while feeling the suction of her tight, wet pussy around Mick’s massive girth. Mick just stared up in amazement at Allison’s face, her half closed eyes rolling back with each downward motion. Fluids started to stream down Mick’s cock and Allison’s thighs, their love juices mingling and mixing inside Allison’s pussy; her love tunnel was so filled with cock that it couldn’t contain everything anymore.

Allison’s hands were not idle during this interaction; her hands were moving from between her legs to her 32B breasts. While her hands were at her boobs, she kneaded each one and then gently squeezed her nipples. When she was done up there she would move a hand down to Mick’s throbbing member, give it a reassuring squeeze, and look down at Mick to see his reaction. Needless to say, Mick wanted more. Allison would then run her fingertips from his shaft to her clit and swirl around it a bit, rubbing the love juice into it and enjoying the electrifying sensation. Finally, with a sticky hand she would return her attention to her tits, rub the Mick/Allison Love Lotion into them, and start the process anew.

After a little while though, Allison’s legs were beginning to get tired from standing unsteadily on a bed and wobbly from the sensations emanating from her pussy. Allison looked down at Mick’s sweaty face and said, “I can’t hold myself up on you much longer, I’m going to try shifting.”

Mick looked up quizzically and asked, “Where are you going to shift to? You should just come down from there.”

Wordlessly, Allison looked deep into Mick’s eyes and lowered herself further.

“Wait,” said Mick nervously.

Allison could feel the apple sized head pressing against her cervical opening and thanked goodness she was on the pill. Though with all the cum in these balls, she thought, I hope the pill is enough!

Mick’s eyes rolled back into his head as Allison continued to descend his member. He wanted to stop her but the feeling was just too amazing for him to form a coherent thought, let alone warn her not to hurt herself. When she was done, Allison was kneeling on the bed upright on Mick’s massive tool. All but about 6 inches of his manhood was inside of her and Allison could feel Mick at the back of her cervix, pressing against the organs above it. When Mick had the sense of mind to look, he could see Allison’s eyes squeezed shut, half from pain and half from lust.

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