Before I could see it, I could feel it between my tits, the ripple of motion traveling up his huge shaft, making his cum-channel bulge out against my sternum as it rose like the magma from a boiling volcano.
I was making the mistake of looking right at it when he groaned, a veritable lion’s roar into his orgasm. As a result, the first shot blasted from his cock in a fat airborne rope, time seemed to slow down, and I could only watch in mute astonishment as the finger-thick stream of spooge flew through the air, few individual drops breaking away from the mass of the whole, but maintaining velocity as they streaked towards me. The giant shot blasted me right between my eyes, the momentum carrying big streaks around my cheeks to my temples, curving bursts of white hitting just below my left eye and directly into my right, closing it in a horny wink of white.
Time seemed to speed up again as a second shot rocketed out of his massive cum-cannon, his balls seeming to jump with recoil as the voluminous blast sprayed a bit wider, then slowed again as it cut a line across my forehead, looping wings of cream spurting upwards to cling to my hair in clumps, dripping from there onto my huge glistening breasts. I lurched back, finally having had the time to absorb what was happening in addition to the ball-juice being absorbed by my poor messy face.
Now that my face was no longer blocking the trajectory, his third shot spat high into the air; from this vantage point I could appreciate that the thick cables of cum shooting out of his dick were uncommonly long, holding their shape to nearly the insane length of his cock themselves. It was all happening so fast and slow at the same time I didn’t even think to dodge the cum as that rope broke apart in mid-air and rained back down on me in a series of audibly wet splatters that thudded into my face with the momentum of hail, it shocked me and I could see in the mirror in addition to the webs, streaks and strands already painting across me there were now isolated little dabs everywhere. At this point, my face was just a bit more white than pink.
I was just a little angry now… don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate that boys love a good facial, but this was kind of making me feel like I was getting my ass kicked by this dick and I’d really been enjoying the dominance I’d asserted. I decided to re-assert that dominance by diving fast, locking my lips to that dick-tip, engulfing the head in my mouth; I couldn’t be humiliated by what was being swallowed, could I? Well, that was a foolish thought; the fourth gush of thick seed felt like it would never end as poured into my throat, I backed up in panic and took the end of the shot in my mouth instead.
My cheeks bulged out from the sheer volume of cum. I swallowed once to clear my throat, again to clear my tongue, and had begun to swallow the remnants that had pooled in my jaw when the fifth shot rocketed in, undoing all the work my swallowing had just done, leaving my cheeks even fuller while a few squirts burst from the failing seal of my lips. I desperately started to swallow again, thinking that at this point he’d shot so many ropes, surely the flow would peter out. I would be able to catch up, right?
I have never been wrong so many times in a row in my life.
The sixth shot might have been even bigger than the one before. It basically knocked the mouthful I already had straight down my gullet and replaced it. My gag reflex didn’t know what to do and I simultaneously swallowed, choked, gagged, spewed a bit of jizz from my nose, and finally inhaled a bit of it too. I launched my head back as the unbelievable flow tapered off, needing oxygen desperately. His head burst from my mouth in a miasma of airborne globules; they hung in the air around my lips, little balls of white and translucent slobber and every mix of the two were hovering there, to say nothing of the three big strands that still webbed my face to his cock.
Time seemed to speed up again as I coughed out what had gotten into my lungs. I dropped his cock when I bent over and it dropped, thumping heavily onto my head. Impossibly, I could feel another wad traveling up that cum-channel where it rested against my scalp, I finished coughing and looked over my shoulder, amazed as that seventh hose-blast of man-milk launched from his cum-slit. It flew through the air; the arc of its trajectory was built for distance as my head propped his weapon up. I could see the cum-stained reflection of my face in the mirror as the rope spiraled majestically, splattering against the glass with the audible noise of a heavy rainstorm; he’d just given my reflection a facial!
I was an exhausted cum-drenched mess and I looked it. He groaned and hopped from the bar, jerking and jacking his beyond-impressive tool, I could tell from the sight of his ponderous balls that he still had more of this absurd load to work out of them. He aimed the humongous cock down and put shot number eight right between my tits. It burst with all the predictability of a bomb, raking surprisingly even lines of white up the insides of my cleavage, staining the edges of my areolas, and one fat glob of spooge hit my stiff right nipple, wrapping around it, clinging to it in a big white icicle of sperm, just thick enough not to break.
I looked up at him, so impressed, so overwhelmed, so filled with lust, so, just, everything.
“Cum on, stud, fucking do it, beat off that giant fucking cock, paint these goddamned huge titties completely white with your fucking ball juice! Do it, baby!”
He groaned in delight at my filthy mouth, angling his cock to aim for the dead center of my humongous left breast. The nipple was the epicenter of this ninth delivery of cum ordinance, some of it ricocheting back to the floor, the rest wrapping all the way around my huge tit, dozens of streaks making my areola look like a child’s drawing of the sun, all rays emanating outwards.
“Nnghgh! YEAH! Fucking drown my boobs in your fucking cocksauce you donkey-hung bull-balled stallion! I wanna be scraping your big nasty wad off my rack for weeks!”
He broke into double-digit cumshot territory by blasting a load into my right tit, washing out the thick glob on my nipple as the big blast caromed off my breast. This time, the flow was angled a bit more down, big streaks of his money shot spattering against my thighs. The glistening coating of oil was affecting the cum in an interesting way, beading on the surface, drops of pearlescent prick paste skittering around my tits like water on a hot griddle.
“Jesus Christ, Eric, are you ever going to stop cumming? I don’t fucking care! I want you to cum forever! A big fucking dick like yours deserves to fucking cum for days!”
The eleventh shot was dead-on to the underside of my right breast, the force of it so strong my tit actually bounced around from the impact. Now the cum had actually managed to peel away some of the oil, while beads of cum were still sliding around the edge; now a huge wad was clinging hot and nasty to my skin, a bit of it drooling down my ribcage.
I was getting a bit deranged in my lust, and my continued dirty talk showed it, “Spunk another one in my face, you fucking stud, I want it! I don’t care what the fuck happens anymore as long as you keep blasting your nut-nectar all over me, make me your fucking cumslut!”
Almost shrugging in his strokes, Eric aimed up and blew his strongest wad yet right on my nose, rivulets spewed down my upper lip and clung to the lower, splayed out to my cheekbones, accentuating how high they are with glistening white; ropey splatters plastered up my forehead and temples, yet my nose stayed surprisingly clean, the sheer force of his cum-storm carrying cream everywhere else after the initial impact. I could see in the reflection of the steel that my face was like the epicenter of a bomb blast.
“Oh god yes, stud, do it, make me your cumslut, your filthy fucking jizz-rag! What’s the use of having these two-ton tits if they aren’t covered in a fucking acre of your hot spunk!”
He aimed back down, a huge thirteenth cum-punch pile-driving the top of my right breast, aided by gravity it absolutely knocked my big globe around, shucking away more oil until there was a sort of lake of seed inside the ring of beaded droplets. The streaks of it slid around the sides of my tits, beading out on oil then dripping down in thick globules.
“LOOK AT IT ALL! This is more cum than I've ever seen in my life! You're the MANLIEST FUCKING STUD THERE IS! With your HUGE FUCKING COCK and your MONSTROUS FUCKING BALLS and your GORGEOUS FUCKING LOADS OF GLISTENING BABY-BATTER! Oh fuck fuck fuck YES!”
My words were pushed out by an intense little orgasm that rocked my frame. Not only had this stud gotten me off by sucking my tits, now he was making me cum just by making me his cum-doll, dressing me in his sperm.
The fourteenth shot went wild, blowing across the prow of my rack, hitting the left areola and nipple with enough inward aim to splat across my right tit as well, really adding to the waterfall of oiled cum that was drizzling its way down my cleavage. I know it’s ridiculous-sounding, but at this point, I felt like I must have weighed an extra ten pounds in packed-on jizz alone.
“Ohhh Fuck YES! Fuck YES! Your balls have fucking GALLONS of fucking CUM in them, Fucking unleash it ALL you ultra-hung fucking STUD! FUUUCK!”
It was with a mix of relief and disappointment that I realized his fifteenth shot was a little less forceful than the one that had preceded it. He strafed it across my tits, getting the most bang for his buck by spreading it around; he managed to work an almost Zorro-like ‘z’ across my white-plastered girls.
“Oh yeah?” I said teasingly, “Yeah? You got fucking more for me, you god-endowed big-balled fucker?”
His groan was strangled as he pumped a little faster for a moment, seeming to build the goo of two shots into one before he unleashed a surprisingly strong blast that bounced between both breasts in a ricocheting arc, concussing them back and forth a bit, pooling in the already drooling cleavage. At this point, my tits were like a pair of snow-capped mountain peaks, the valley in between like a downhill slalom course. I was utterly astounded by just how much cum could pour from one pair of balls; even at their formidable size, it was a thing of insanity.
“Ooo! Look at those fucking tits! You’ve fucking turned my poor titties into cum-silos, haven’t you? Love the fact that big dick does what it wants, you wanted to ruin a big fat pair of boobs like mine and that’s exactly what you did, isn’t it? You fucking stud, I fucking love it!”
He groaned and milked his cock, slapping the shiny prickhead against my cum-covered nipples, spewing out little ropes more like other men might cum as the last remnants of his epic blast. By the time he was done hitting and staining them, my nipples were each wearing pasties made of his load.
He actually blushed a little when he was done.
“I’m sorry that load was so small,” he said, “I don’t usually cum so quickly so it has more time to build up.”
My jaw dropped. I looked at myself in the mirror. There was cum in my hair. My face wore something not unlike a masquerade mask made of seed, it was especially caked around my eyes in wide circles. My lips and jaw were an utter mess; his cum there had stacked on an already dire situation from the flow-back of my gagging on his dick earlier. The hollow of my neck was filled with cream and each collarbone bore glittering globs like rhinestones. My tits, of course, had taken the brunt of it. The loads there were patchy and sparse in places where oil-coated beads of jizz had slid around and fallen off, mostly coating my pale thighs in paler fluid. To top it all off, I was standing in a wide puddle of cum; so much was spattered there in gloppy puddles, it looked like someone had been murdered who bled white.
I stared at it all a moment.
I stared at him.
I stared back at my reflection.
“SMALL!? You think that's fucking SMALL!?”
He just shrugged, “When I was a teenager I used to have to fill empty pickle jars or big terracotta pots when I jerked off. You can’t imagine how hard it was to hide from my parents.”
I shook my head in disbelief.
“Anyway, you should take a shower.” He gestured to the bathroom door, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the look of you wearing me, but it’s probably going to get uncomfortable.”
I nodded mutely and helped myself to the joys of a steamy, long shower. There was so much cum and oil it took a surprisingly long time to get myself all clean, but I felt like a million bucks when I emerged, wrapped in a few towels (well it took one entire towel just to encompass my tits; I wasn’t being decadent!) and made my way around the apartment a bit.
I noted that Eric had cleaned up the mess somewhat, and opened the wine. A lovely, full glass was laid out for me. A flash of inspiration hit me and I went to my purse (I’d at least remembered that in my rush from the restaurant) and pawed through it a bit. To my delight, I found I was right; there was indeed a small tape-measure in there.
I didn’t know if this was a one-night stand or more, but I didn’t want to lose my chance to properly document this monster specimen of cock I’d come across. I grinned despite myself as I entered the bedroom. It was gloriously spacious, with big-mirrored roller-doors over the closets and even a mirror ceiling that someone could have only designed to appreciate fucking.
Eric was actually passed out… given the strength of his orgasm, I shouldn’t have been surprised, but it was such an intriguing mixture of hot and cute: the big stud’s perfect biceps and thick quads splayed out over the bed, the power of those muscles totally at rest like a perfect illustration of potential energy. His rippling abs rose and fell with his respiration. He didn’t snore, but his breathing was audible.
Best of all, of course, was that veritable ox-cock, dead soft and heavy, hanging lewdly all the way to his hip, curled around his leg. I gently seized it and moved it to rest over his monstrous balls in a straight line. I rolled the measure down him with excitement, biting my lower lip as it reached all the way to the seven-inch mark… he was indeed as big soft as the biggest I’d ever seen hard.
I knew there was no way after such an incredible orgasm he’d get hard again, but I couldn’t resist slipping that fat cockhead back into my mouth, suckling at its girthy glans. As my tits dragged on his thighs my free hand found its way to his balls; cupping their heavy weight in my palm I gently squeezed and massaged them around. I found his nuts were so big my hand could get entirely lost in his scrotum if I let it.
To my shock, the cock in my mouth began to stir, fattening up, slowly lengthening. I redoubled my blowjob efforts, cradling his thick stalk in both hands to better move it around, taking advantage of the semi-soft state to get my tongue around every last bit of titanic stud-dick. I worked diligently and soon he was both groaning and growing in his sleep, my hands getting coated in a sheen of messy slobber.
Once again the call of his ponderous nuts, pooling together on the bed in their bloated sack, was too much for me to ignore and I let his big dick flop onto his stomach while I bent to pay my worshipful licking respects to them. I savored the meaty, delicious flavor as I ran my slathering lips over them, being careful to give the sides and bottoms extra attention since I worried I’d been neglectful in my shameless ball-licking before.
When I finally pulled back, his cock had reached its full rigidity; the tumescent fuck-staff well above his belly-button and almost to his nipples. I shook my head, again marveling at his size, and finally chose to learn its full extent. I grabbed it by that thick finger-separating base and steadied it, aiming it right up like a rocket preparing to launch, then carefully rolled the tape measure down his top again. Nine.... Ten…. Eleven…. twelve…. Thirteen….. Fourteen…..and a half. Fourteen-and-a-half fucking inches of thick throat-stuffing, cunt-ruining monster cock was quivering before me.
I tore the measure in half. I would never need it again.
I stood up carefully, straddling him, keeping the giant dick aimed up as I guided it towards the fat lips of my throbbingly horny cunt, gasping with a mix of relief and panic as I felt the width of it knocking at my nether doors. But I was so turned on by the mere sight of his tremendous cock, not to mention the pressure it put on my clit just by tugging my labia, not to mention the fact that I’d been basically teasing myself without indulgence this whole time, not to mention, because it bears repeating, the sheer enormity of this fucking dick, I was almost shooting my sweet nectar down his shaft. Indeed, thick rivers of my girl-sauce were already gliding down that veiny monster, and that gave me some comfort that it was safe to proceed. I was basically a perpetual lubrication-generating factory at this point.