A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... didn't like the shot at all. We changed angles and positions several times, but none of them seemed to satisfy him.

"Now, give him a squeeze with your hands with the trunks on," AJ said, focused on his shot and no longer concerned that I would back down. I put my hands on the huge phallus and squeezed, then dropped them to his balls and squeezed again. Markus moaned for the first time.

"If you want," AJ said tension choking him, "put your mouth back on him, through the underwear, on the head."

I pulled Markus around slightly so I could get to him, then wrapped my hand around his butt and put my mouth across his cockhead. Markus winced with pleasure and wrapped his massive left hand behind my head. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

"Very nice Mary," AJ crooned, "now move down him, stopping now and again, until you get to his balls." I did as I was instructed, feeling the slightly hard, slightly soft, wholly huge phallus compress under my teeth as I trailed downward. Once I reached the bottom, I backed away, reoriented a bit, and put my mouth around one of Markus' balls. They were the size of lemons.

"Holy fuck!" Mark whispered sharply.

"Now, take his trunks down, real slow," AJ said. He didn't ask "take him down if you're willing, or "if you feel up to it." He'd seen hundreds of women fall prey to lust, he knew I had already reached the tipping point.

"I'm just gonna shoot while you do it."

I knelt in front of Markus, reached up and curled my fingers under the ...

... elastic waistband...and pulled. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK. The shots were nearly continuous as the tight shorts curled off Markus' muscular frame and down his thighs before loosening at the knees and dropping to the ground. He felt like human rock, with muscles so firm that the flesh was unwilling to budge.

Nothing prepared me for what I saw or felt next. Not the big dildo from home, not the big black thing AJ had provided, not seeing the three amigos lighting up the blonde or Faux Mary. None of it.

Even flaccid, Markus' cock had to be nine inches long, and several inches in circumference. When the waistband passed by the head his cock, it popped out, brushing my face and lips, even though I thought I was more than far enough away to avoid contact. My pussy went on hyperdrive, a single throb escaping the moment his big tool touched my face. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

"Jesus!" I said, awed. I could hear Mark huffing and puffing behind me as he strummed his cock. The comparison between the two was, of course, ever present. With a seven-inch cock, Mark was, objectively speaking, a big man. I'd researched it once when we were young, and Mark's cock was in the top ten percent or so of all men in penis length or better, depending on whose table you looked at.

And yet, even when he was fully embedded in me, Mark didn't fill me. Perhaps it was because I was tall or "built big." Over the last two days as we'd reacquainted ourselves with anal sex and I was surprised to learn that I ...