You don't know why you agreed to go to the beach and rent a boat with your boyfriend. He's never even been in one, let alone handled it or dealt with engine troubles. But, here you are sitting on the floor by the controls after he climbed onto the jetski he insisted on towing out, and headed for shore. He says he'll be back soon, and you really hope he means it, you're wet and the breeze is making you cold. The windscreen and dashboard offer little protection from the wind, and you have no dry clothes, because they were in the bag your boyfriend took off with. You stay there for probably an hour, though your phone is dead and the rental's clock reads 65:97am for some reason, so you can't really tell. But the sun is slowly sinking toward the horizon, and the breeze hasn't stopped. You try to squeeze lower when, faintly, you hear the sound of an approaching motor. You look around, but don't see anything. And then suddenly the boat rocks, knocking onto your butt.
You let out a startled scream and when you manage to right yourself, you look up to see a woman standing above you. She's huge, her head barely fits under the canopy over the console, and wearing a bright red swimsuit that, other than the color, looks like it's right out of the 1930s. It covers half her enormous thighs, all the way up to her neck, leaving her shoulders and arms uncovered.
Though, as you gaze at her in shock, you notice a bit more about her. Her chest size matches her height, despite it being compressed under a thick life jacket. The other thing you think you notice, though briefly, is a bulge around her crotch. But before you can do a double take, you're being helped to your feet, and a blanket is wrapped around your shoulders. Unsteady and cold, you walk to the edge of the boat, and attempt to lift one leg over the railing, but the craft drift apart and you almost fall in. A massive hand catches you by the life jacket and with a single arm, lifts you from the stranded hulk into a sleek, well appointed boat with a better, enclosed cabin. But she doesn't just set you down, she climbs over the rail herself and holds you at waist level before pushing you down into a seat.
She smiles and tells you to stay there for now. Another crew member walks over and asks if you'd like something warm to drink, or another blanket. You happily accept the other blanket as you watch the woman quickly tie the hulk to their boat. As you head to shore, she sits next to you, her thighs pressing into you, as an arm reaches around you. And for a second your heart skips a beat, until you realize she's grabbed a clipboard and is writing on it. She asks you some questions, your name, your age, what day it is, and then after she's satisfied you're not in shock, she asks you about how you got out there. And as you explain, her smile never fades, but you can feel her tensing next to you.
She stands again, saying something to the person at the controls, but you can't hear it. Or rather, you don't hear it. Your attention is locked onto the thing barely a two feet away. Neatly tucked in between her thighs, is the unmistakable bulge of a cock and balls. You stare for a long time, until she moves away, and the boat begins to move. She stays near the back, watching the towed boat and making minor adjustments to the ropes holding it. And even as you return to your own thoughts, your gaze wanders to her every now and then. You can't help but stare as her deceptively muscular thighs and ass stretch the fabric of her swimsuit.
The ride back to the dock takes much longer than it did coming out, and you wonder just how far you drifted. Soon though, the boat is tied off and you all clamber out. The woman offers to help, but you fumble your words as you decline, she just smiles. They lead you off the dock, and onto solid land. Your legs shake under you still, but the wind isn't so strong here and the sand is still warm from the summer sun. The woman points to a building up the shore, and tells you to follow, and obediently, you do.
The door opens, and you see a well kept office, several desks, closets, a bathroom, and even private showers with lockers for the team. The woman takes your blankets and life jacket, and herds you to the showers. She says she'll try to find some clothes about your size, and that you should warm up. She closes the door and you step into a stall. They're spotless, have soap and shampoo. You peel off the still wet swimsuit and leave it on the floor, stepping into the separate shower stall and turning on the water.
It comes out hot and soothes your frigid skin. You let the water drench every inch of you, as your thoughts begin to drift. You've never met a woman like her. She's so tall and so strong, though she doesn't look it. And her chest was so big, even for someone so tall, it was huge. And her thighs and butt are so firm looking. Thoughts of her sliding to door open and coming into the shower with you creep into your mind. Taking you in her bug hands and playing with you however she wants. And that bulge, at first you thought it might have been a packer or something, but as she swayed, steadying herself on the boat, it shifted too, squishing against one leg then the other. Your thoughts are about to drift to what it must look like when a loud knock startles you. It's her, your hearts starts to pound, but there's no sound of the door unlatching, simply her voice calling your name, saying she's left you some clothes she hopes will fit. And with that you hear the outer door open and close. You quickly wash yourself and get out to dry off.
The clothes she brought mostly fit, the pants are a little baggy, but the shirt and underwear, actually a swim bottom, fit well. You step out, still drying your hair, and see the office is empty, except for her. The other person who drove the boat is outside, watching the throngs of people still on the beach. The woman waves you over to a comfortable looking seat by a space heater. You sit down and she starts asking you a few more questions. She also introduces herself as Julia. You try hard not to stare at her chest, but it's difficult. Freed from the confines of the life jacket, her breasts sway and jiggle, despite how well her swimsuit fits. She explains that you're free to stay here for a while, though the office closes at 8, and the beach at 7:30. She asks if you know where your boyfriend went, how long he'll be, what he's wearing, if he has his cell phone with him. You answer as best you can, but Julia is clearly annoyed that he simply left you alone. She offers you snacks, water, and a phone charger. You happily accept all three.
As time passes, the team takes turns walking the beach, sitting in the tall lookout chairs, and once or twice, answering radio calls that end up with some of them going back out on the boat. And still, you watch her move. The fabric of her outfit squeezes around her arms and legs every time they flex even a little, and once, when she walks back in from a near-shore rescue, she's dripping from head to toe, and the bright red fabric seems to cling to every fold and curve even tighter. More than once her and the others step over to the space heater to dry off before sitting down at one of the computers and doing, whatever it is they do. An hour passes this way, then two, by this point, only Julia remains, the other members have all gone home and the beach is virtually empty.
And finally, just as Julia begins asking if you'd like her to call you a ride home, a knock comes on the door and your boyfriend enters, furious and red faced. He spots you and storms over, only to stop short as Julia steps in his way. He glares up at her, a full head over him. You see his eyes drag down her body, over her chest and hips, and down to her crotch. You can see his smile turn to confusion and disgust as his eyes rest on her bulge. He sneers at her and says he's here to pick you up. That he had to look everywhere for you, that he went back out on the jetski, checked every inch of the beach. You stand and step in front of Julia. He's angry, but his face is way too red for just anger or sunburn.
He repeats himself, berating you for "just sitting here without contacting him". When you point out that you called and texted multiple times, he says his phone died. You get a whiff of his breath and understand. He's been drinking, probably as soon as he got back to shore. You step back, waving your hand to clear away the stench, but he lunges at you, trying to grab your arm. Julia acts lightning fast, pulling you against her body, and stopping his advance. Your heart is pounding, you hate whats going on, you want him to leave, but more than anything, you can feel her bulge pressing against you. Your head is just under her enormous bust, and her cock, though soft, still pushes against your chest hard enough, you swear you feel it twitch. You want to feel it twitch. And with that thought, you turn your head to your still fuming boyfriend and shout, "I want to stay here! Julia won't abandon me!" The office is silent as he stares at you, rage building in his eyes. You can't see Julia's face, her chest blocks your view, but her hand pushes more firmly on your back.
Your boyfriend sputters something and storms out. As the door slams, Julia releases you. You look up, and her face is turning beet red. You smile, and wrap your arms around her waist, pulling yourself into a hug. She doesn't move for a second, before a hand grips your shoulder and squeezes you in tighter. You can feel it better now, it's twitching for sure, getting warmer too. Her whole body is hot, and so is yours. You can't believe you said that, but what comes as more of a shock is when your boyfriend bursts in again, even angrier than before, especially seeing you still tightly bound together.
Julia pushes you away and steps between you and him. He's sputtering still, words incomprehensible. But as his eyes fall to her crotch again, his jaw sets and he grins. With a cocky smile on his drunken lips, he says, "yeah, well I bet I have a bigger dick". Now it's your turn to stare. It comes from nowhere, but before you know it, he starts talking again. Mocking Julia, saying she may have huge tits, but her cock is probably tiny. That she isn't bold enough to show it. You look up at her, and annoyance flares in her eyes.
When your boyfriend starts fumbling with his shorts, Julia rolls her eyes. As his trunks hit the floor, he mocks her again, saying she's too scared to do it too. With one hand she gently pushes you aside, and steps forward. She towers over your boyfriend, seemingly taller than before. She tells him to put on his pants and to leave. But with his drunken courage, he stands firm. Taunting her again. She lets out a low growl, but still he dares her. And with an exasperated sigh, she says, "If I show you my cock, will you please get the fuck out of here?" He grins, and says back, "I'll be taking her when I win". She rolls her eyes again and with one hand, reached behind her, up to the dangling zipper pull and slowly tugs it down. She slips it off her chest, peeling the still somewhat wet fabric from her chest, and then her belly, and finally, letting it fall to the floor. You stare wide eyed. Shocked she'd even think about doing this, let alone actually take his challenge. You step from behind her, though you struggle to tear your gaze away from her ass. It's even more shapely and full than you first thought, and as your eyes slide up to her chest, the same is doubly true. The swimsuit must compress them a lot, because they hang heavy and full, almost down to her bellybutton.
Your eyes drop lower and lower, admiring every inch off her, and finally stops on her cock. Just like her chest, it must be tucked and compressed, because the things that hang there are the size of grapefruits. Her cock lays atop them, matching their impressiveness with its own. Your boyfriend is still staring up at her, grinning. Amazingly, he doesn't even break eye contact to look at her chest, the one time he manages to not stare at another woman.
His eyes do finally drop past them, barely even acknowledging the size, and stops on her cock. His grin falters for a second, but his courage returns. He looks over at you and says you'll be the judge. Julia continues to glare at him, and without turning her head, tells you where to find a measuring tape. You have to dig for it, in a pile of gear stuffed in a locker labeled "uniform materials", but you trot back, tape in hand to the two to them standing side by side, facing inward slightly. Your boyfriend grins, and Julia has an almost apologetic look her face, but behind her eyes, you see her anger slowly building. You settle to your knees, thankfully, onto a couple of life jackets Julia set there, just for you.
In the back of your mind, you wonder wtf is going on, but on the outside, you move almost mechanically. Despite everything, the stupid situation, your boyfriend leaving you out on the water, that you're getting more tired of this as the minutes tick by, you still really want to know just how big Julia is. Seeing it there, hanging just a few inches from your face is so exhilarating. But, you also know if your boyfriend does win, he will try to take you back with him. And as stupid as he is, he was blessed with a big cock. He always loved to brag about it, to you, his friends, online. And sadly, it is big. Huge even. You've never bothered measuring it, and you ignore him every time he brings it up, but you know it's bigger than anyone else you've been with.
And so, you place the end of the tape at his base, and press in, just like he tells you to. It measures just over four inches, and he grins. You nervously turn to Julia, and she peers down at you, leaning forward to see past her chest. She smiles in a sad sort of way, and straightens back up. With trembling hands, you reach over to her member, and her whole body twitches. It's warm, even without really touching it, you can feel how warm it is. And there's a scent of sweat and the sea mixed in. You attempt to push the end into the fat above the mons, like you did for him, but find it lacking any amount of fat. Though this isn't that much of a surprise, seeing her thighs and belly, you can see how muscular they are, just below the skin. You lay the tape down the length, and it reads three and a half inches exactly.
Your boyfriend lets out a confident sounding laugh, and tells you to stroke them. You both look at him in shock, but he demands you do it. He says he "gets better results" when someone else gets him up. They both step forward, and your hand reaches out to his cock first. He grabs the back of your head, and pulls you even closer. You glare up at him, but you do as you always have. Your hand begins to stroke him, and it quickly begins to grow. It lifts upward, and he pushes your face in, like he always does. Your tongue slides out, and despite your annoyance, your muscle memory takes over, and soon you work it up and down the shaft, occasionally using your other hand to grab his balls, and tug on them. He grunts and groans, his cock still rising upward until finally, it reaches its full height. And god, even though you've seen it so often, itĆs still a bit of a shock seeing it. It's thick, thick enough your finger tips barely reach around it, and it stands up right, completely straight.
His groaning stops as you pull away, but your hand keeps stroking it. And, laying the tape across it, you read the number aloud. Ten and a half inches. He laughs, and tells you to measure the girth. You contain a groan and wrap it around the base where it's thickest and again, read it aloud. Just above six inches. Finally he releases your head and you lean back to your knees. It's still close though, and you really can't help but admire the whole thing. His balls are big, though they sit tight against the shaft, as if all the available skin is needed to get his cock to its full size.
Your eyes drift up to Julia's, once again leaning over her chest. She's clearly more embarrassed than angry now, having just watched you stroke and worship his cock. She suddenly drops into a crouch, and looks directly into your eyes. Your boyfriend makes some snide comment about her being shy, but you ignore him. She leans in, and whispers in your ear. She stutters a few times, but she manages to get out that she'd also like some help. And then tells you what she think she'd like the most. And that she's never measured.
You nod and tell her you'll help. She stands back up, her sack bouncing lightly with the sudden movement. You lean in, the scent of sweat and the sea is stronger now, and her cock seems to have shrunk, you can wrap your whole hand around it if you wanted to. But, your hands slide up her legs, and to her balls. They're even bigger looking up close, and as you massage them, you feel how heavy they are. They hang low, and you swear you can feel how full they are. And they're hot, almost too hot to touch. But, you continue your work, eventually leaning closer, and taking as much of one as you can in your mouth, and sucking on it, dragging your tongue across it. Julia shudders, her breathing gets faster, and you see her peaking over the mountains that separate you. She gasps as you lock eyes, and you can feel her trying to hold still. Your lips move from one ball to the other, your tongue lapping at them as you go. Julia lets out a stifled moan, and you smile.
And, deciding to defy her request to simply stroke her as you tend to her balls, you pull your head back, and gently guide her still soft cock into your mouth. She lets out a startled grasp, and your boyfriend starts to protest, but you barely hear them. You lap at the little thing between your lips, sucking on it gently as you massage her balls. Her hands are suddenly on your head trying to push you away, you hear her protesting, but as you massage harder, and suck more forcefully, bobbing your head up and down, her hands falter. Her knees begin to shake, and you feel it start to grow. You let out a low moan that rumbles through her body and her hands clasp your head again, but this time she pushes you in. You let out another long moan that vibrates the twitching thing in your mouth, and Julia squeals quietly. Your boyfriend is yelling again, less entertained now that you seem to be enjoying this way too much. But you feel one of Julia's hands leave your head, and a soft impact shakes you both. You hear a thump, and opening your eyes, you see he's been pushed back toward the wall, where he stands, stunned. But he doesn't dare interfere again. You have a feeling Julia shot him with a glare that would turn anyone into a fearful puppy, and a shove hard enough to stagger a linebacker.
And then you feel both her hands back on your head. She holds you there as she slides her hips back and forth, pumping the still growing cock in and out. It tastes strongly of her sweat, but still you're intoxicated by it. So much so, you barely notice when it starts to push much deeper. Her thrusts don't change, but you can feel it getting bigger, faster. Soon, it's pushing your jaw open and sliding dangerously close to the back of your throat. You start to panic a little, she's really big and only getting bigger by the second. You squirm in her grip, releasing her balls and tapping on her legs, but it doesn't help. She's so strong, and losing herself in how good you feel. Her thrusts are so strong, you can feel her balls slapping against your chin, then swing up to hit your throat. You reach your hands up to where they hit, trying to stop them, but what you feel sends shivers down your spine, only adding to the panic. Her cock makes a bulge in your throat, you can feel it slide in and out, and push deeper with each thrust. Your grasping hands only seem to make her lose herself more, and as you squeeze the ever growing bulge, she moans louder and louder. You almost lose yourself too, despite the fear, you kind of enjoy it. Finally you tear your hands away from the thing threatening your breathing, and your sanity, and grab her hands. You yank them away, and miraculously, she lets go. Her hips stop moving, and you can hear her swearing and apologizing. She steps back, and you pull your head away at the same time. Relief washes over you as your airway opens, but not too far away, as you feel the emptiness in your throat, you regret it a little.
Julia stumbles back another step, still apologizing profusely. It takes you a minute to recover, but you reach out and pad at the air, trying to calm her. She stares down at you, her eyes beginning to water, and just as you're about to say something, your boyfriend cuts in, demanding you measure her. Your head whips around with startling speed, and in a voice dripping with so much vitriol and spite its frightening, you snap, "What? Want to know how badly you lost!?". You bark at Julia to step closer and she immediately obeys. Snatching the tape from where it fell, you turn to her still dripping cock.
You lay the tape along it, but she's still twitching so much the tape keeps slipping off. You grab it in one hand and she lets out a yelp. Trying again, you hold the end of the tape to the base of her cock, and with your other hand you flatten it out along the length of her huge member. Unsurprisingly, to you at least, the tape reads just over twelve inches. And then and you grin and turn to your boyfriend, though soon to be ex-boyfriend you think, and tell him just how badly he's lost. The drunken bravado leaves him in an instant, his shoulders sag, but you don't care, you turn back to Julia. And as you're about to lift your hands away, you see something that does surprise you. There's an extra quarter inch to her cock. You check you didn't slide the tape away, but sure enough, it's definitely larger. And as you watch her twitching and throbbing in your hands, it slides closer to twelve and a half. And then closer to thirteen.
Julia is panting at this point, she leans down, and says she's never been this hard before. It always takes her a really long time to get it up, and usually settles for whatever she can get. And when you hear this, something in you snaps a little. You suddenly stand up, and push her toward a nearby chair. Once again, she obeys. She sits down, the chair creaks under her weight, but you immediately slide between her legs again, and taking her head into your mouth, push it as far in as you can. She's shocked at your actions, but just sits there, moaning as you try to shove it deeper. But it's no use, you can't do it. You fumble above you, grabbing her hands and placing them on your head. Julia looks aghast, but your piercing gaze tells her everything she needs to know.
And so, Julia presses your head into her crotch, and her cock slides deeper and deeper. Your eyes start to lose focus as breathing becomes harder, but you maintain your composure and watch in joy as her firm stomach slides closer and closer. When you finally reach the base, breathing is incredibly hard, but you feel so full, it throbs, the heat is intense, and with each passing second, you feel it swelling larger and larger. Not just getting longer, but thicker too. Already beyond anything you've ever seen, even in porn, Julia's cock is a true monster.
You can hear her panting still, louder than before. Wiping your eyes, you see her chest heaving, and sending ripples through her enormous tits. When you lock eyes with her past the bouncing things, you see something else. There's a fire burning in her eyes, and it's getting brighter the longer you maintain eye contact, until finally she breaks. With her powerful arms, she holds your head in place while her hips piston back and forth at incredible speed. She pounds at your throat, unable to tear her eyes away from yours. After only a few minutes of this, you're getting woozy, but she's lost in the pleasure, her head has rolled back and is barely visible beyond the now furiously shaking chest. All you can hear is her panting, groans, swears, and the wet sound of her cock pumping in and out. You start tapping on her legs again, and then pounding, trying to pull away, but she's so involved, you can't get through to her.
When she finally comes back around, you're half unconscious. Your pounding is little more than weak thumps of your palms against her rock hard thighs. She releases your head, and you slump back, catching yourself just before you hit the floor. She sits back, sweat drenching her body, her chest heaving like she just ran a marathon. As you also recover, you notice he's still there. Just, standing where he was before, cock still hard, a confused look on his face. You smirk, and crawl back to where you set the tape measure down. You look him in the eye as you roll it out, and lay it along Julia's cock once again. Turning your eyes to the new number, your smirk turns into a devilish grin. Your head turns slowly, but your eyes are already locked with his, as the words leave your lips, the last vestiges of his pride are shredded. "Fourteen and a half inches".
Then, suddenly, Julia is standing again. She leans down, grabs your hips and lifts you, not to your feet, but off the floor entirely. She holds you like this and walks to one of the one doors at the back. She nudges it open, and you crane your neck to see inside. It's a windowless, but well lit room with three cots, one against each wall, and a shelf with boxes, blankets and pillows in bags, as well as various other things. Your attention snaps back to Julia as she sets you on the floor, and lays down on the cot. She's so massive, her legs hang off the edge and her feet press firmly to the floor. You attempt to climb on top, but she stops you, and pulls you hips level with her head. She smiles up at you, and you understand. You lift one leg, and she grasps your thigh with a firm, but gentle hand. You barely have to try, as Julia positions you over her face. Once both legs are on the cot, without a word, Julia pulls your hips down, and buries her tongue inside you.
It's not until this point do you realize just how wet you are, you can feel it clinging to your thighs, dripping down her face, and soaking into the bedding. As her tongue moves between your folds, and twirling around your clit, you look into the darkening room, and see him standing there, leaning against a desk, that same look on his face. Defeat, confusion, hurt, mixed with an intense gaze that you know well, despite the conflicting emotions. He's turned on. He loves and hates what he sees. Even if you couldn't see his face, his cock is in his hands, though he seems reluctant to do anything with it.
It's as this point when Julia slides two incredibly thick fingers inside, and doubles down on her attention to your clit. Swirling her tongue over it, sucking on it, all while her fingers slide in and out. Your arms start to give out, and you slowly collapse onto her. You can feel her take just a brief second to adjust her chest between your legs before resuming her work. Minutes turn to days to years as she continues, never slowing, never tiring. When the first orgasm sends shudders through your body, you aren't surprised. Nor are you when she brings you to climax two then three times. Soon after, your eyes start to glaze over, you can feel distantly that you're cumming a lot more than that, but each one sends you further and further into a stupor. You barely remember where you are, all you can feel is Julia's fingers and her tongue.
When you finally start to come back to your senses, she's shifted you. With one hand, she simultaneously lifts your hips, and uses her thumb to rub your clit. The other hand is still sliding fingers in and out. As your focus returns, you see her cock, twitching, gently thumping against her stomach. You aren't sure how you missed it before, but now that it's right in front of you, it's all you can think about. You weakly bring your hand up to her hips, and push yourself up, your head just above it. You watch as it throbs, each heartbeat making the head flare a little, the veins pulse, and sending another dribble of thick precum onto her chest. The thing is enormous, you must have been lying on top of it or pushed it to the side, because you can't believe it wasn't smacking against your head as she ate you out. But now, you see it in all its glory. From her balls, heavy and full, to the shaft, veins crisscrossing the length of it, all the way to the swollen, dripping head. Bracing on your elbows, you drop your mouth to her balls, and just like before, begin to worship them. Licking, sucking, gently squeezing them, and moaning into them every time she pushing her fingers in. You can feel her excitement, moans echo through the room and reverberate through her chest. She's obviously trying very hard to stay focused on her task, but you aren't making it easy.
And then, you lean back, grasp it at the base, and stand it upright. It gets stiffer as you do, and as you begin to stroke it, more and more precum begins to leak out. As your hand braces against her hip, the other begins to stroke the shaft. Your fingers don't even touch, but you squeeze down hard on the incredibly stiff thing. Each time your hand reaches the tip, a big glob of precum is squeezed out, dripping down your hand, and down the shaft, and pooling on her abs before running off the side. You smile, teasing her, switching between soft, but fast movements and slow, firm ones. Her moans fill the room, and she loses concentration every time you switch. You're grinning from ear to ear, and then your eyes move up from her cock, to the figure standing in the now totally unlit room.
He's given up on his confusion, and you watch as he strokes himself, sitting in the same chair Julia did earlier. He looks tiny compared to her, in every way. You laugh, but it's cut short as Julia slides not one, but two more fingers inside. You let out a long, gasping moan, and nearly collapse, but manage to stay up somehow. Her fingers feel so good, and leave you feeling so full. You wonder just how stretched she has you, if her fingers are thicker than his cock. They have to be, you've never been this stretched before. You look back up at him, he's stroking faster now, craning his neck to see whats going on.
And with a grin, you open your mouth wide, and slide Julia's cock past your lips, and as far down as it'll go. With her curve, it was hard while kneeling, but now it slides in much easier. She shudders under you, and lets out a ragged moan. You bob your head up and down, locking eyes with him, but after just a few minutes you stop. The angle is too hard to keep it up, her cock is still so big and you're barely even half way down it. So, you shift a little, bracing your knees and begin sliding back and forth, dragging yourself against her body, and inch by inch it slides deeper, when suddenly, you feel Julia's arm wrap around your hips, and pin them to her chest.
Her fingers still work in and out, but now her thumb on the same hand is pressing back and forth, swirling, and flicking against your clit. As you squirm against her strength, you feel her legs tense, and then her hips buck upwards, pushing the last several inches of her cock into your throat. She keeps you pinned like this for a long time, thrusting her fingers in time with her hips. Your moans only work to excite her more, and her hips start moving faster. You can see her balls bouncing inches away. If they hung any lower they'd be smacking you in the face. You try to look up at him, to see his face again, but your whole body moves with her hips. You can still see him though, through the little pause as her hips begin to move forward again, he's still watching, and though your jaw is stretched more than before, you another grin tense your cheeks.
This, you feel no need to stop her, and she goes longer than either of the times before, but it's easier to breathe, and you don't even try to get her to stop. You let her hips buck into you, and her fingers pounding in and out until she's satisfied. Though, there is something you do. With one hand, you grasp onto her swaying sack, and massage it gently, as if encouraging her to make as much seed as she can. One hand isn't really enough to hold it, but your other hand has another job. You bring it to your throat, and carefully wrap your fingers around the bulge that slides back and forth, and squeeze. Julia's reaction is immediate. She lets out another wild moan, and her hips begin moving even faster, hitting harder. You lose your grip on her balls, but that arm soon finds its way to your throat as well, squeezing even tighter.
With two hands giving resistance, she finally breaks. Her hand releases your hips, grips your head, the other soon follows, leaving you feeling empty, though it's only a distant feeling, as your thoughts are consumed by the powerful hands holding you in place, while her hips slam upward at a terrifying speed. Her moans turn to grunting and then to near screaming as you feel her cock swell and watch as, with a final thrust, she presses the base to your lips, and her balls begin to contract. She holds this pose for several seconds as she cums. You can feel her cock swell as each thick rope travels up the length, and sprays down your throat. This happens several times before her hips start to make small movements back and forth.
And when she pulls back, you feel the same thing, but no longer directed solely down your throat, her seed begins to fill your mouth. You try to swallow, but between her cock pumping in and out, and the sheer amount of it, each thrust forward causes some of it to slip past your lips and splatter on her. Her screaming subsides, but still her grunts and swears fill the room with sound. She keeps your head pinned like that, making a bigger and bigger mess, for several minutes. You'd be shocked at how long it takes, if your thoughts hadn't been totally evaporated by the sensation of her spasming cock pushing against your hands.
When her hips finally relax, and the fog clears from your mind, you weakly push yourself up from her hips. Her cock slides from your mouth, and hits her abs with a resounding, wet plap. You lean back, still straddling her chest, and slowly observe the situation. Her cock is still hard, twitching as the last spurts of cum add to the mess pouring onto the cot. Your chest and face are covered in spit and cum and sweat. Your pussy and throat both feel empty, a feeling you only dimly realize you're starting to hate. And looking straight out the door, you see him. Still sitting in the chair, his own mess on the floor in front of him.
But, if nothing else, his cock was always rather amazing. Despite the obvious puddle of cum on the floor before him, he still sits there stroking it, standing just as erect as before. You start to shakily get to your feet, when you notice the measuring tape in a heap on the floor. You hadn't realized you were still carrying it when Julia took you to this room. You lean down and grab it, nearly falling off the bed in the process. Shifting your hips up and over Julia's heaving breasts, you once again grab her cock, and press the tape against it. You smile up at him, and wordlessly mouth to him, "sixteen inches". His jaw drops. You barely believe it yourself, but there it is, in the flesh. You laugh, breaking the relative silence, and fling the tape at him. You don't wait to see where it lands, filled with renewed vigor, you immediately whirl around on top of Julia, and plant yourself on her cock.
She stares at you, still in a daze. As you grind your hips back and forth, sliding the length of her member along your clit, awareness slowly returns to her eyes. Your clit is already so sensitive from the orgasms she forced from you, but still, you slide back and forth, your hands pressed against her ribs for support. Julia's hands come to life, sliding up your hips, and then to your chest. Her hands are enormous, they dwarf your breasts, but she doesn't seem to care. She only watches your face, as she slowly traces circles around your nipples. Large ones, at first, but growing tighter with each pass, until finally they swirl against the tips, which causes you to nearly collapse forward. Then her fingers stop tracing, and two fingers pinch down, and gently tug on them. And then to flicking over just the tips. Your legs squeeze against her sides as she plays with them, you fight to stay upright, but it's a losing battle. And when you do finally lose, Julia catches you with ease.
She grasps your hips with both hands, and sits up. You manage to wrap your legs around her as her hands take over for you, and drag you up and down her cock, tortuously slow against your over stimulated clit. And then, her mouth finds a nipple, and she sucks with amazing force, her lips latching on and her tongue flicking over it as she pulls one, then the other in, switching off every few seconds. Between this and her forcefully grinding your hips, you feel an orgasms building. It moves quickly, but lasts a long time, leaving you lightheaded.
You look down after it passes, and Julia smiles at you, her lips still wrapped around a nipple. And then you see what she's done. Your nipples are swollen and red, the ache when her mouth leaves them, the air of the office much colder than her mouth. They're easily twice as big as normal, but her tongue feels so good, you let her bring you to climax two more times before you collapse forward, forcing her to lay back. You're both gasping for air, and you can feel her breasts pressing against your chest. You raise yourself up, supported by her strong hands, and look down at her shaking breasts. They're huge, and look even bigger up close. And your hands soon find their way to them, kneading and squeezing them. Pressing them together, tugging on them, all eliciting protests and moans from Julia.
But what you find most interesting, now that you're really looking at them, is her nipples. Her areolas are large, easily the size of your palm, but her nipples are small and inverted. The little fold they make is tiny in comparison to the rest of her tit. And it's with a playful smile, that you reach toward them, and begin to squeeze and knead directly on them. Julia's protests grow louder, and her voice rises higher and higher in pitch, and finally, you see them begin to emerge. You watch in fascination as first one, then the other slowly reveal themselves. They're still so small, barely the size of a finger nail, but you take to playing with them like they're a new favorite toy. Doing much of the same she did to you.
Twirling circles around her areolas, tighter and tighter until you grab them between fingers and tug on them. Julia's cries in pleasure and embarrassment. She begs you to stop, that they're too sensitive, but you don't. Her moans and protests are too cute, and you can feel her trying to keep her hips from bucking. As the minutes pass, her moans turn to whimpers, and her words slur and then become useless babble. But still you straddle her, pushing her hands away any time she tries to make your stop. And when you finally decide enough is enough, you take your hands away, and let her catch her breath. Tears stream down her face, her arms barely work as she wipes at her eyes.
And when can't help yourself, and you squeeze her breasts together until her nipples nearly touch, and pop both of them into your mouth, Julia's whole body begins to spasm. Her sobs mix with her moans, her words lose all coherence, except for one. Over and over and over she repeats through it all, "please please please please". And you don't stop, you don't dare stop. Your hands grab as much as they can of her gargantuan chest, and squeeze, sliding upward toward your mouth. Your tongue flick back and forth over her nipples in time with your suction. Her hips buck, she's like a bull trying to throw a rider, but her hands have pinned your hips down, you won't be getting off until she lets you, or until she passes out.
Between your legs, her cock still sits, bouncing and sliding back and forth. And as after only a few minutes of this, you can feel it throbbing again. You yank your head up and away from her tits, and watch as rope after rope pumps out of her cock. It splatters between her tits, against your legs, some even spraying up and back toward your chest. You watch in amazement, you can't believe you managed to swallow even half that amount, and this time it seems like even more. Julia cums for a long time, definitely longer than before. And you watch as more and more is added to the puddle growing between your legs.
When the spurts become a trickle, you climb off Julia on unsteady legs. There's a huge mess on the floor, the cot, and both of you. You look out the door, and still he sits there watching. The mess in front of him is bigger as well. You smile, even that isn't as much as one of Julia's. You move to the shelf, and look around for a bottle of water. You find one and open it. The water is tepid, but you down the whole thing. Grabbing another one and a blanket, you stagger back to Julia, who is just recovering from her sobbing. She glares at you, with hurt in her eyes, but there's still a hunger in them as well.
You hand her the water, and use the blanket to clean up her chest and legs as best you can.
She downs the water quickly, and before you realize it, has pulled you back on top of her. You struggle at first, afraid she'll drop you, but her hands remain steady as she lifts you up with one hand, and guides her cock to your dripping entrance with the other. Excitement and fear flood your brain, it's never going to fit. Your throat is one thing, but this is too much. She'll never even get the head in, let alone the rest of it. But she doesn't stop, even as you beg her to, she smiles at you and pulls down on your hips, sinking the first few inches in. You let out a strangled cry, it's so thick, the head alone is stretching you more than he ever did. And Julia laughs, she laughs a deep, almost sinister laugh.
Her hands pin your arms to your sides, and at the same time, she sinks her fingers into your hips. There's no escape now, as she pulls you ever downward. Inch after inch pushes into you. Your initial cockiness is gone, as the impossibly huge thing enters you. You can feel every bit of it, you're so completely stretched around her, you can feel every bump, crisscrossed vein, every twitch as it slides deeper. By the time you look down, you're maybe half away down, and are starting to feel lightheaded. And still she slides you downward, not even pausing to readjust her grip or to let you rest for a second. You can feel her pencil thick veins throbbing against your walls, even as you see them disappearing inside. Her cock twitches inside you, the wide flare of the head forces its way deeper, spread you open like never before.
And unlike him, Julia is the same thickness all the way down. There is no gradual change to ease into it, and so you struggle as she nears the base. It's almost as hard to breathe as when she was down your throat, but it feels so good to be so full. And even though you beg her to stop, to go slower, you're loving every second of this. When you finally feel her pull you down onto the last of it, you look down and see the bulge it makes inside you. He could make a small bulge at the right angle, but Julia doesn't even need to try. You both stare for a long time, but soon, her hands release your hips and one slides to your clit again, the other to your chest.
And they begin to move again, in the same way as before; swirling, tugging, pinching. You clench down on her as the stimulation sends your abused nerves into overdrive. You cum quickly, squeezing her thing so tight your body aches, but doesn't give even a bit, still hard as stone and throbbing. You clumsily push her hands away, and she obeys, laughing as she does. Your body still spasms for several minutes, until, through the haze threatening your consciousness, you realize that isn't your body twitching. It's Julia's cock, throbbing even more powerfully than before.
You wipe your eyes, and your vision clears. You look down at her, and that fire burns in her eyes more fiercely by the second. You can feel how excited she is, and when her arms pulls you down, and your face is buried in her chest, you don't resist. She braces her legs on the floor, and lifts your hips up, you feel her veins and the head drag at your walls as she slides a few inches out. And then you feel every muscle in her body tense at once, and slams her cock back inside.
Your voice is muffled by her chest, but still it fills the room as you let fly with moans and incomprehensible words. She jackhammers upward, pounding into you with incredible force. And despite how thick it is, how much you clench around it, and how the veins and head push and pulls as they slide back and forth, her strength is enough to force it in time and time again without even feeling the resistance. But you do, it blurs together into a frantic tugging and pushing, but it feels so good to be filled by so much, over and over again. And she keeps up the pace for a very very long time. Longer than you thought anyone could last. Her chest heaves with her breathing and you can feel how fast her heart is pounding, each beat of her heart is like a church bell, but soon you feel yourself slipping away again. You feel your body going limp in her hands, and then even the feeling of her cock begins to fade.
When you finally come to, Julia is sprawled out on the cot, her arms above her head, her chest still rising and falling quickly, and her cock still twitching inside you. You shift slightly, and don't feel any new mess between your bodies, so she must have finally gotten tired. You raise yourself, shivering as you feel a few inches slide inside. You're both drenched in sweat, and the room is hot, almost unbearably so. Julia smiles up at you, it makes you giggle, but it comes out as a dry rasp. And with suddenness that frightens you, Julia pulls you to her chest, swings her legs to the front of the cot and stands up. Your legs instinctively wrap around her for stability, though she hooks one arm behind your back. She walks over to the case of waters, her heavy footfalls jostling you and making you whimper.
You hear the crack of plastic and her chest bouncing as she downs the whole bottle. She tosses it to the floor and walks back to the bed, landing on it with a heavy thump that makes you gasp. She leans back and hands you a water. You crack the seal and drink, it feels like heaven on your parched and abused throat. She sits there for a while, letting you rest and drink, but you still feel her twitching inside. After you finish, she lays back down, and pulls you to her chest again. You nuzzle into her warmth, and she begins to gently thrust her hips.
She's much gentler this time, but now you can feel every bit of her cock dragging at you. Every vein, bump, and the massively engorged head pulls at your walls, agonizingly slowly. Eventually she stops moving her hips, and instead, decides to lift your hips up and down. She starts off with small movements, just a couple inches, and then she begins to lift you higher, and higher, until half it is pulled across your walls and slid back inside. And then she lifts you even higher, until nothing but her head is inside, and then lowers you back down. And eventually, she even pulls the head out too, with just the soft tip pressing against your cunt, she slides it you all the way down to the base.
This appears to be too much for her though, her grunting gets louder and her heart begins to pound again. She switches back to shorter strokes, but still she struggles to contain herself. Somehow, she manages, for a while. But eventually you pull your head from her chest and look at her. Whatever she saw in your eyes was enough, she starts to pull your hips up and down harder and harder. Your head drops back down as she begins to slam you down onto her cock, and soon you feel it. The entire thing swells, stretching you even more, before she unleashes a torrent inside you. You can feel it move up the length of her cock before exploding out, hot thick globs of her seed fill you. You push yourself up straight, while her hips buck under you, her balls clench against your ass over and over.
You look down and watch as the outline of her cock throbs and as the edges soften as more and more of her seed fills you. Her hips still buck, but it's more like grinding than actual movement. And minute by minute you feel your belly swelling bigger and bigger, the sheer thickness keeping it all trapped inside until finally, when you're as round as a watermelon, the pressure becomes too great. Julia's seed squirts out around her cock, mixing with the sweat of your bodies and sliding down to the bed. She lays there, grinding against you for a long time, pining your hips down as finally her orgasm subsides. You slowly sink forward as her grip is released, and feel as more of her seed squeezes out of you.
You lay there for ten, then fifteen minutes. Her cock is still hard, and you can feel it twitching as the last trickle of cum is pumped out.
When the throbbing returns to her normal level, you tap on her chest and she helps you up. You start to stand, and revel in the feeling of her cock sliding out of you, but the emptiness when you've finally stood all the way up is almost unbearable. You turn to the other room, he's still there, through it all. The puddle in front of him is a little bigger, but his cock is soft now, and he hangs his head in defeat. You tug on Julia's hand, and she stands, her cock bouncing and splattering more mess on the floor. You lead her from the room, grabbing a couple pillows from the shelf as you go. Looking back, you see a confused look on her face, but you smile and walk out to the office. Your ex-boyfriend lifts his head as you approach. Confusion also crosses his face, before you toss the pillows onto a nearby desk, and press your chest into them. JuliaĆs hand slips from yours, and you feel her move in behind you. The desk is much too low for her hips, but she lifts you up, and you can feel her cock slide between your cheeks, just before she directs the first few inches into your waiting pussy. You lock eyes with him, and watch with satisfaction as he understands just how badly he lost.
