Mallory sat back, with both of her hands covering her mouth, astonished by the sight before her. She began to giggle almost nervously, presumably due to this thing's sheer size and weight.

“This is totally unreal,” she muttered in awestruck disbelief. “This can’t be real.”

“I didn’t earn it, Mallory, I didn’t buy it. It’s just what I ended up with. It’s just like a side-show attraction at a carnival or something. It’s just a curiosity, and that seems to be the theme of the evening,” he replied.

“Good Grief, what in the world is a person supposed to do with something like this?” she uttered, still in the throes of confused amazement.

“Believe me, it works and behaves just like all the other ones, it’s just bigger than most,” he answered.

“Bigger?” she retorted, flabbergasted. “It's like an elephant's trunk. Are you part horse or something?”

He chuckled. “Possibly, but do you like it?”

“I don’t know what to think of it,” she replied apprehensively. “This thing is scary.”

I laughed, not at all surprised by her response.

“Scary?” he answered, smiling. “Trust me, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Why don’t you try and make friends?"

Once again, Mallory glanced at me with an expression of apprehension. I assumed she was looking for unnecessary approval. So, I simply nodded. She timidly reached out and stroked the beast from base to tip.

“Honestly, it doesn’t bite, and it isn’t made of glass. Why don’t you try holding it in your hands?” he suggested.

I began to caress her bare back, applying the smallest amount of pressure, encouraging her to lean forward, encouraging her to get closer to this monster.

She slid her hands underneath the mammoth and held it in her small hands.

“Oh My Gosh!!” she exclaimed, nervously laughing. “This thing is heavy,” she said, astounded.

“So, what am I supposed to do with this thing?”

“Do whatever you feel like doing…do whatever comes naturally,” Mallory’s guest offered.

“I feel like running from this thing,” she answered, giggling. “I just realized that there’s a big difference between seeing a picture of an anaconda and holding one.”

Then, suddenly and seemingly without thinking, she began using both hands to stroke the length of the beast.

“This thing is huge,” she muttered almost to herself, while gently caressing the outstretched serpent. “It’s like pulling on a thick rope. I can’t even close my hand around it.”

“You can squeeze it harder, I promise, it won’t break,” he said, reassuring her.

Mallory increased her grip and, with both hands, started to caress the expanse of the beast with increased enthusiasm.

As I watched her explore this unfamiliar pillar, I noticed her breathing quicken as her chest rose and fell in a rhythm of building arousal. I swept the material of her gown from her lap, exposing her soaked panties to her appreciative guest.

I pulled her lacy, black panties aside, revealing glistening, puffy lips, from whose center, pink petals revealed their delicate edges. I used my fingers to spread those delicious lips to display Mallory’s pink blossom within. This action did not go unnoticed.

“Would you like me to show your guest how wet your pink pussy is?” I suggested sliding two of my fingers into her soaking interior, rubbing them over her erect clit each time my digits withdrew. 

“Yes, Baby, please, show him. I want him to see how wet I am,” Mallory panted, excited at the thought of being exposed.

I spread her legs apart a bit wider, as she straddled the arm of the chair, affording her guest the perfect view of her creamy, pink sheath.

“If you don’t mind my saying so, positively stunning, Mallory. More beautiful than I had imagined,” her guest said admiringly.

She deeply sighed and caressed her new friend, hand over hand as if hoisting an anchor. In doing so, it brought the massive head only a couple of inches from her slightly open mouth.

I continued to massage Mallory's pinkness until I felt her muscles contract, squeezing my two fingers. She deeply moaned, and a flood of sticky sweetness followed, accompanied by a long, lyrical sigh. Her head pitched forward, and the head of the monster rested on her cheek while she desperately clutched its shaft for stability.

In that moment, her walls came tumbling down, and without any hesitation, she lifted the beast upright and applied her lips to the root of the massive stalk. I could easily see her tongue swirling over the surface of the colossus, leaving a glistening trail in her wake as she began the journey to the top.

“That’s right, Beautiful,” he whispered encouragingly. “Not so scary now, is it?”

She opened her mouth briefly to smile an irrepressible grin, without her tongue ever leaving the surface of the monster.

“Just more to play with, Mallory,” her guest added, as he reached out and gathered her blonde locks into a bunch. “Let’s see if you were paying attention during story time.”

Her eyes locked onto his, as if nervously awaiting further instruction.

He grabbed the base of his pillar as Mallory continued her journey to the top. She, too, wrapped both her hands around the serpent, holding it steady as she reached the summit. Just as described in the story. She generously bathed the helmeted tip with long, wet strokes of her talented tongue, just as though it were an ice cream cone, never once breaking the gaze of her guest.

“That’s perfect, just perfect,” her guest uttered with growing admiration. His voice had perceptibly changed. It was low, yet soft and reassuring. There was almost a hypnotic quality to the way he delivered his requests.

He then rubbed the head of the beast over her outstretched tongue, squeezing the first clear drop of gratitude onto her eager pink tongue.

Mallory purred like a kitten, and hungrily accepted the offering, and eagerly commenced to repeat her journey, licking her way back down the massive stalk.

I reached around her torso and brought my hands slowly upward, intentionally grazing over her stiff nipples. She moaned in appreciation, and I cupped each of her ample breasts in my hands and leaned forward, kissing the back of her neck.

“Mallory, would you please stand for a moment and face our guest?” I requested. “I’d like to display you to him. With your permission, of course.”

Mallory realized that her special moment had just arrived.

Mallory dutifully stood, never releasing her grasp on the serpent. Her hardened nipples threatened to pierce the material of her gown, so I quickly unfastened the back of her dress and pushed the material from her shoulders, which instantly gathered around her waist. I deliberately slid the gown over her curvaceous hips, allowing it to fall to the floor.

“There you go, Baby. Let him have a good look at you,” I said, building Mallory’s excitement.

“Absolutely magnificent, Mallory,” her guest commented. “Just as I had envisioned,” he added, admiringly. “Would you do me the favor of turning around for me, Mallory?”

Mallory complied instantly and bent forward until her head rested on my shoulder, affording her guest an unobstructed view of her sublime, shapely butt.

I whispered to her, “I’m going to spread you, Baby, and expose your hungry pussy to your guest, just like I promised,” I said, softly, reaching around her and grasping one of her ivory mounds with either hand, and pulling the lace g-string aside.

“Oh yes, Sweetheart,” Mallory gasped, excitedly. “I want you to expose me. I want him to look at my wet, wet pussy.”

I gently pulled her cheeks apart, displaying her vulnerable points of entry to her very gratified guest.

“Oh my gosh,” Mallory whispered lustfully, “I can feel his eyes on me…I can feel him staring at my pussy,” she said, enormously aroused. “Spread me further, Honey. I want my pussy to open so he can see me dripping…” she excitedly requested.

“Oh, Mallory, you’re unquestioningly beautiful. Exquisite, simply dripping with feminine passion,” her guest described. "Might I be permitted to touch you, Mallory?”

Mallory groaned softly, “Yes, please…I want you to feel how wet I am.”

With Mallory's head still resting on my shoulder, I had a front row seat as her guest slowly reached out and gently stroked Mallory’s sopping wet pinkness.

As soon as his hand contacted her dripping sex, Mallory orgasmed, leaning into me and holding on in an effort to maintain her stability. They say 90% of sex takes place in one's imagination, and I’m certain this was the case. Mallory experienced a trembling climax, he liquid passion cascading from the center of her pink folds, coating her guest's hand, as he stroked her stiff, pink lips.

“Oh my gosh, Honey,” Mallory panted, excitedly in my ear, “he’s making me cum…Baby…oh my gosh…I want you to fuck me, and I want his cock in my mouth again, so bad…” she gasped.

Her request was easily overheard by her guest, who responded, “That would be my pleasure, Mallory, but first, would you allow me a few moments to get acquainted with your enticing little pussy?”

“Please, do, sir,” she breathlessly answered.

No sooner had Mallory granted her guest's request than her mouth opened in a silent, passionate moan. Her guest easily slid two fingers onto Mallory's slick, pink sheath. His digits slowly glided in and out of her pink grasp, and Mallory's breath became a rhythm of sharp inhales.

“Oh…oh…Baby…he’s making me cum, again,” Mallory panted, rocking backward to meet his gentle thrust.

“That’s right, Mallory,” her guest said in a very deep, soothing tone of voice. “I want you to cum for me so I can catch your thick, honey and rub it all over the head of my cock.”

His words impacted her like a physical blow, and Mallory loudly climaxed, releasing a torrent of thick, translucent sugar.

“There’s a good girl, Mallory,” he guest said softly. “That’s just what I wanted to see, I love the way your pussy squeezes my fingers when you cum,” he added with great admiration.

He stepped back and applied Mallory’s passionate offering to the beating head of his column.

“Mallory, would you like to lick your cum off the head of my cock?” her guest asked.

“Yes, Sir, I would love that. Are you finished looking at my pussy?” Mallory replied in a way that both shocked and excited me.

“Yes, Mallory, for the moment,” he replied. “But I do have plans to get a closer look at her later.”

She rose, on shaky legs, and then reseated herself onto my lap. Mallory reached out, grasping her guest's stalk with both hands. She brought the glistening head to her mouth and began removing the layer of her sticky, sugary orgasm from the apex of her guest's cock. She purred like a kitten, breathing heavily through her mouth, making certain that her talented tongue collected every vestige of her syrupy climax.

“You appear to be enjoying that,” her guest said.

“Yes, Sir, I am. I’m happy to lick my cum off your cock for you. I like knowing that you’re watching me. It makes me so wet,” Mallory confessed, again, much to my shock, before eagerly resuming her efforts.

Her tongue swirled over the throbbing knob, and she worked both her hands up the length of the stalk. She then extended her tongue and squeezed the helmeted head, coaxing another drop of clear liquid from the tip, which she excitedly swept away with her energetic tongue.

Meanwhile, I had repositioned her, placing her thighs on the outside of my own. In this way, when I spread my legs, hers went along for the ride. I placed a hand on either side of her little pink pocket and softly rubbed her little pink curtains together. Droplets of her arousal escaped the center of her little flower, like shiny pearls, trickling between her delicate folds. I used my fingers to caress her stiff pink petals, and her mouth opened as she began to sing her song of passion while her tongue continued to entice the head of the serpent.

I easily slid a finger from either hand between the luxurious folds of her sugary pinkness, as her lips closed over the dome of the beast.

“That’s right, Mallory, I think you’ve made a new friend,” her guest gratefully commented. “Now, open that beautifully talented mouth and give me your tongue.”

Mallory was now powerless to refuse and dutifully complied. Her guest placed a thumb on her chin, opening her mouth just a bit wider to accommodate his girth. Once again, he clutched the base of the beast and rubbed his straining head over Mallory’s glistening tongue. She moaned with an anticipation that was soon muffled as her guest's entire head gradually disappeared into her oral grasp.

I reached between Mallory’s widely parted thighs, unfastened my trousers, and extracted my now straining member. Mallory leaned forward, lifting herself off my lap, never losing her oral connection with her new friend.

As she returned to my lap, her pinkness released droplets of clear, thick sugar onto the head of my beating pole. I guided her hips into the proper position, and she sank down onto my shaft like a hand into a slick glove. 

Mallory's muffled moan was easily heard as she commenced rocking her hips back and forth, riding her now unseen steed. I spread my legs, causing hers to part even wider than before, providing her guest with an unobstructed view of my cock, relishing Mallory’s soaking wet pink garden.

Her guest reached out and cupped her ample breasts briefly, allowing his thumbs to caress Mallory's already erect nipples. Even with her guest’s bulbous head filling her mouth, I could hear her breath coming from her nostrils like a racehorse in the home stretch. She ground her sex into my lap, taking my cock as deep as it was able to reach. I could feel her wetness drizzling from her slick, pink lips and covering my balls.

“You look stunning with your mouth full, Beautiful,” her guest complimented. “Let's find out if you can entertain a little more of my stalk.”

I saw his hands gently grasp either side of her head, and his hips moved ever so slightly forward. I heard Mallory involuntarily utter a muffled, ‘Uummfff.' and her guest slowly withdrew, only to repeat the process with accompanying instruction. “Flatten your tongue, Mallory. It takes a little getting used to, but I have confidence in you, you’re a talented little girl,” he added, caressing her hair, easing her anxiety.

Mallory continued to stare unabatedly with that expression of arousal and disbelief.

“There’s a good girl,” he said admiringly as his hips moved forward once more. “See, Mallory, isn’t that better? I’d say you’re taking almost 2 inches. That is quite impressive. You’re a natural,” he said in the most complimentary manner.

Mallory removed the serpent from her mouth briefly to smile seductively at her guest while licking the glistening shaft. “Thank you, Sir. I want to take more. Please, teach me how to take more of your cock,” she whispered as if being afraid to be overheard.

“As you wish,” her guest consented. “I want you to open your beautifully talented mouth and extend your tongue just about a third of the way out,” he instructed, and instantly Mallory complied. “That’s perfect, now, cup your tongue just slightly, like a cradle,” he described. "Yes, yes, precisely like that. Now, flatten the back of your tongue and relax your throat as much as you can,” he directed. 

Her guest then clutched his monstrous staff with one hand, leaving about four inches protruding from his grip. “I’m going to feed you this much, Beautiful,” he stated. “When you feel my finger on your chin, then you’ll know you’ve taken it all.”

Mallory’s eyes sparkled with lustful anticipation.

Meanwhile, I drove my own companion as deeply into Mallory’s pink pocket as I could, reaching around and stroking her very, very pronounced clit. Mallory cooed responsively, inching closer to the precipice of her next orgasm.

“Ok, Beautiful, show me what you can do,” her guest said, rubbing the colossal head of his post over Mallory’s extended tongue. “Breathe evenly, through your nose,” he instructed and began feeding Mallory his shaft. “That’s right, yes, slowly, just relax,” her guest encouraged, inserting himself deeper into Mallory’s ambitious mouth. 

“Good girl, you’ve got it…almost there. That’s it, you’ve got it all now,” he said, slowly beginning to withdraw his pole from Mallory’s oral grip. “See? That’s not so terribly difficult, is it?” he stated encouragingly.

Her guest then looked at me and asked, “Were you aware of her level of talent? She’s really very impressive.”

“I think we’re all participating in an evening of discovery,” I replied.

Through her increasingly heavy breathing, Mallory giggled, practically giddy with her success, and said, “I want to do it again. I love having my mouth filled with your massive cock,” she asserted, taking the monster into her own small hands, admiring its length. She used her thumbs to squeeze the head, coaxing a drop of pre-cum from the tip. Smiling, she covered the droplet with her full lips, almost purring, and bathed the menacing head before attempting to swallow the sword.

“There you go, Beautiful, that’s right,” her guest commented as four inches of his behemoth vanished from view. With both hands, Mallory stroked the length of the club that remained within her grasp.

I held her hips down on my lap and reached around to stroke her fully erect clit. Instantly, I felt her muscles contract, gripping me like a vise, as she emitted a long, muffled moan. Her warm, liquid pleasure cascaded from within, drenching my lap while her thighs quivered.

She moaned seductively, her mouth satiated with her newfound friend. Her deeply enamored guest stroked her hair appreciatively as Mallory, lost in a sea of passion, enthusiastically practiced her newfound skills.

“I do love watching you get fucked, Mallory. Watching you orgasm is a rare delight,” he stated admiringly, gently caressing her angelic face. “You’re such a sexy, passionate woman, the apex female,” he added, breathing in deeply through his nose. "I can smell the sweet fragrance of your passion. Your husband’s cock shimmers magnificently with a layer of your arousal. I must admit, I’m quite envious,” her guest admitted, looking into her wide blue eyes. “Would you like to ride the pony, Mallory?” he asked, slowly removing his member from her steamy oral abyss.

“Oh my goodness, yes, I would, Sir,” Mallory replied, in a confident but shaky voice. “I'm not sure I can…accommodate your size,”  she stammered nervously.

“I don’t think you give your talents nearly enough credit, Beautiful,” he said convincingly. “I have to think that your husband has more than adequately prepared your luscious pink hole. I’ve been watching the way your beautiful lips caress his cock when he fucks you. Truly a sight to behold. And you can’t honestly tell me that you haven’t thought about what it might feel like hosting my sizable companion. Your natural feminine curiosity would compel you to do so,” he added very matter-of-factly. “I can promise you, Mallory, you’ll fondly remember every inch of the experience, with your husband's approval, of course,” he added, rubbing the glistening head of his python under Mallory’s chin.

“I did think about it,” Mallory admitted nervously, blushing, taking the beast into her hands again, gauging its girth. “You’re just so big,” Mallory said, voicing her concern.

“Then let’s put you in charge,” her guest suggested.

Mallory looked puzzled, uncertain of what her guest was proposing.

He then looked at me and said, “Why don’t we trade positions? If it’s acceptable to you and your wife,” he said.

I slid out of Mallory’s soaking pink hollow and helped her off my lap.

“Would you care to join me on the sofa?” he said, gesturing that she and I should abandon the comfort of the chair across from him.

“By all means. I must admit, I’m as curious as Mallory. Maybe even a bit more,” I replied in order to let her know I was in favor of her passionate experimentation. He made room for us on the sofa, taking a seat at the opposite end of the couch. His member stood straight up, towering over his lap.

“Come over here, Mallory,” he said, extending his hand.

Mallory moved over, standing directly in front of him, almost hypnotized, never once taking her eyes off the shaft that loomed over his lap. She fumbled for his hand as if in a mental fog with an expression of concern and curiosity on her innocent face. I doubt that she ever considered that she might find herself in a circumstance such as this. I know I would never have imagined such an evening.

The only clue to her state of mind was to two glistening trails of her excitement, trickling down each of her creamy inner thighs.

Her guest reached out, placing his hands on Mallory’s hips, pulling her closer, until his mouth was level with her excitedly dripping sex.

“May I taste you, Mallory?” her guest inquired, in a low, seductive voice, beckoning her permission.

“Oh, yes, please. I want you to taste my warm pussy,” Mallory replied, placing her hands on his shoulders and pulling her guest forward until his mouth contacted her anxious mound.

When his tongue darted forward, splitting the halves of Mallory’s dripping peach, she uttered an audible moan, followed by a sharp breath.

“Why don’t you sit down for a moment?” I suggested. “You can relax and think about what you may like to do.”

Mallory took a seat on the sofa between us, still, never breaking eye contact with the one-eyed anaconda. 

I stroked the back of her long, flowing blonde mane, saying, “It’s okay, Mallory. You just do whatever you’re comfortable with,” I stated in a soothing, encouraging tone. “Whatever feels natural to you.”

She reached out and once again grasped the ridged giant with her dwarfed, delicate hand. Mallory spoke to me without turning to face me. Whether she was embarrassed to look at me or just transfixed on the subject at hand was unclear.

“Honey, you’re sure you’re okay with this? It doesn’t bother you?” she asked pensively.

“Not at this very moment, it doesn’t,” I replied, continuing to stroke her beautiful hair. “Everything’s fine, you’re just experimenting,” I replied. “I’m right here with you. Nothing is deceitful or sneaky,” I added, caressing her back.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, Beautiful. There’s no pressure whatsoever. If you want to stop now, we’ll simply stop. This will end,” her guest apprized her. 

Mallory hesitated, and I’m certain her mind was racing. Conflicted, excited, curious, everything at once. Then, I suppose she reached her moment of decision. She leaned over toward her guest, positioning her head on his chest, and pulled his massive stalk downward so his straining head could be reacquainted with her eager, talented mouth.

Mallory’s tongue swirled around the bulbous head as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot July afternoon. I could see her smiling as her tongue caressed the crimson helmet.

“That’s a girl, Mallory. You’re a real pro now,“ he said in a very complimentary tone of voice, while holding her hair back and soothingly stroking her forehead.

“I’m glad you like it, sir. I love how it feels in my mouth. I think I’m beginning to get used to it,” she replied.

“It feels good in a variety of places,” her guest encouraged.

“Yes, Sir, I want to ride the pony…I want to be wrapped around this massive cock,” Mallory declared, squeezing the head of the serpent, causing it to surrender another droplet of shimmering excitement that her tongue swept away with a contented moan as the head vanished from view. “I love tasting your cock, Sir, “ Mallory added, smiling with a sense of great satisfaction.

I decided it was better to participate than spectate and lifted Mallory onto the couch so that her picturesque bottom was in my lap. I lightly stroked the mounds of bewitching, ivory flesh, producing goosebumps up and down her silky thighs.

Mallory cooed softly, beginning to lose inhibition, and made no effort to conceal her quickly escalating arousal. I directed my hand between her sublime porcelain globes, engaging both her enchanting little chambers. 

Two of my fingers easily glided into Mallory’s sopping wet pussy, continuously dripping with her liquid passion. She moaned deeply as my digits stroked the pink walls of her silky, sugar den, while her mouth still brimming with her guest's helmeted pillar.

I used my fingers to scoop some of Mallory's thick sugar from her dripping pink pussy and spread the glistening elixir between her two luminous mounds. I gently traced concentric circles around the lock on her back door with my thumb and slipped two fingers into the liquid warmth of Mallory’s sex. Mallory moaned lustfully, however muted it may have been due to her immediate activities.

I rhythmically glided my fingers in and out of her slick, pink purse, matching the tempo of her oral orchestration. I could feel the walls of her cotton candy palace squeezing my digits, and Mallory’s moaning steadily grew louder and quicker. I deftly removed Mallory from my lap, leaving her lying on her tummy, with her head still resting on her guest's chest and her guest's head still planted securely in Mallory’s talented mouth.

Her guest began raising and lowering his hips slightly, guiding his trunk further into Mallory’s steamy oral entrance. Mallory moaned, in what I gathered was passionate approval. 

“Why don’t we move this adventure to a location that’s a bit less confining?” her guest suggested. “That will allow you a wide range of options to make yourself comfortable.”

I could only assume he was referring to the expansive bed mere feet away.

Wordlessly, Mallory moved over to the bed, never once taking her eyes off her newfound friend.

Her expression was one of almost obedient apprehension, as if consumed and entranced by her own disbelief.

I, too, moved over to the bed. I discarded my trousers, wearing only my unbuttoned shirt. I positioned myself sitting upright against the headboard, with Mallory sitting at the end of the bed. 

As her guest crossed the room to join us, his member hung down, swaying back and forth like an elephant's trunk as he moved, unable to support its own weight even when erect. As he walked, he stepped out of his trousers as well, leaving him also attired in an unbuttoned shirt.

I could see her in a mirror mounted on the opposite wall as her guest approached, almost like watching TV. As he neared, he met Mallory’s unbroken stare. Reaching out with his hand, he brushed a few strands of hair away from her angelic face. With his other hand, he gripped his massive appendage, stroking the head under Mallory’s chin.

“It’s time for another lesson,” he softly announced. Mallory’s eyes grew wide in a combination of excitement and apprehension, but she remained silent and transfixed.

“I’m going to need you to listen carefully, just as you did before, and do what I recommend,” he explained, stroking her flushed cheek with the beating tip of his pillar. “Can you do that, Beautiful?”

Mallory slowly and dutifully nodded her head, uttering a breathless, “Yes, Sir,” with her exquisite breasts rising and falling.

“First, I want you to go and join your husband at the top of the bed.”

Mallory traversed the bed, and I positioned her sitting up between my legs, leaning her back against my chest. Her guest remained standing at the foot of the bed with the pendulum between his legs, swaying slightly. 

I ran my fingers through her hair, trying to help her relax, though I doubt she was even aware of the effort.

Her guest began to speak. “Now, just like before, I’m going to introduce you to my companion slowly, little by little, affording you the chance to relax and accommodate his proportion,” he instructed. “I want you to breathe deeply and envision yourself wrapping your sex around my very eager consort.”

As he offered his instruction, he climbed onto the large bed and approached Mallory and me, stopping at Mallory’s side. He was upright, on his knees, with his imposing companion dangling, the tip of which was nearly touching the surface of the mattress. Mallory never once broke eye contact, and I could easily feel her breathing deepen as the defining moment neared. 

I’m certain my breathing intensified too, and although in that moment Mallory was not aware, my own companion was like petrified wood pressing into her back.

“Show me that pretty pink blossom, Mallory,” he requested in his disarming, undeniable tone of voice.

Mallory eagerly acquiesced, slowly pulling her knees up to her torso, and then allowing her legs to part until her knees were resting on my outstretched thighs. Her delicate pink garden was wet with anticipation and shimmering like a spring morning.

Her guest inched forward a bit to allow him to stroke Mallory’s creamy ivory thighs. His massive pillar swung and gently tapped against the pink gates of Mallory’s garden.

“Oh, Honey, spread me open so he can stare at my cock hungry pussy,” Mallory panted. “I want you to display me to him, so he can use my wet hole.”

I slid both my hands over Mallory’s tummy and onto her silky thighs. I used my hands to spread the wings of her slippery pink butterfly, much to the delight and appreciation of her guest. 

“That's what I want to see, Beautiful,” he uttered in his calming tone of voice, moving further in between Mallory’s invitingly open legs. He grasped the length of his post and rubbed the dripping head over her erect pink wings.

Mallory stared into his eyes in both surrender and disbelief, and said, “Please, Sir, I want you to stretch me with your big cock,” she said in a tone that had nothing to do with love, it sounded more like surrender.

Although I don’t recall, I’m reasonably sure that my expression was similar to that of Mallory. I knew what was going to happen, and like an automobile accident, I was unable to look away, nor did I want to. The rhythm of her breathing visibly increased while her wet, supple pink wings caressed and enticed the dripping apex of the serpent.

“Mallory, this is nothing that you are supposed to tolerate or endure. It’s nothing you haven’t experienced before. This is simply a different kind of adventure,” he said soothingly as Mallory’s pink veils began to shroud his one-eyed club. 

“It's not a sprint, it’s more of a marathon, and you, Mallory, are going to set the pace. It will require you to relax and acclimate to the size of my friend here,” he said in a spellbinding way, with the head of his consort slick and glistening with Mallory’s excitement.

Mallory’s eyes, mouth, as well as her luscious thighs were wide open. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and her expression was that of expectant helplessness.

“Now, Beautiful, just as before, I want you to take a deep breath and exhale slowly,” he instructed in a tranquil, confident manner.

Mallory did exactly as her guest requested, while she absentmindedly chanted, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…”

As she exhaled, Mallory’s guest positioned his shimmering pillar, and the entrance of her pink chamber began to delicately make the proper introductions.

I saw about half of his bulbous head briefly disappear between Mallory’s silky, pink wings before being withdrawn. Mallory audibly gasped, and her eyes grew wider as each millimeter of her guest's fence post breached her slippery pink passage.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, in his most disarming tone. “ Let’s try that again, shall we?” he suggested as he parted the cotton candy pink opening, sliding the glazed tip over her tingling pink folds. Mallory took a deep breath, her mesmerizing blue eyes shimmering with lust and anticipation.

He grasped the thick shaft right behind his head and, for a second time, eased his girth into Mallory’s slowly yielding entrance.

His post moved slowly forward, the crown of his shaft almost disappearing from view entirely. He paused momentarily, leaving the end of his hose immersed in the grip of Mallory’s pink clutches, unknowingly initiating one of the more vocal and intense orgasms I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing Mallory experience.

Her chant of, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…” took on an undeniably building sense of urgency until she shouted, “Oh, oh my gosh, oh...” followed by a rush of thick, creamy froth escaping her pink garden further adorning her guest’s helmeted colleague.

When her guest completely withdrew, a trail of thick, sugary honey gushed from Mallory’s pink sheath with each beat of her pounding heart. I scooped my hands under her damp thighs, lifting her knees closer to her chest, further exhibiting her cascading, sugar basin.

“That’s it, Mallory,” her guest said admiringly. “That’s exactly what I want to see…Are you ready for a bit more?” he asked confidently.

Mallory only stared open-mouthed in disbelief at her guest and his glazed appendage.

He placed his probe at the center of Mallory’s pink sugar fountain, covered in a thick layer of her creamy passion. His bulbous head parted her slick, pink veils and almost effortlessly disappeared from view to a renewed chorus of, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…”

Mallory panted heavily while staring helplessly into her benefactor's eyes.

“Do you like being wrapped around that big cock, Beautiful?” he asked, although Mallory’s expression clearly answered the question.

Mallory’s brow furrowed, and her nipples instantly stiffened like pencil erasers as her guest minutely guided himself further into Mallory's pink custody.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” Mallory asserted as her cadence built. “Oh my gosh…he’s, he’s inside me. He’s fucking my little pussy,” she sharply shouted in a passionate trance. “Oh! Oh shit! Oh my gosh,” Mallory shouted as her thighs trembled uncontrollably in my grip. Her back arched, and she raised her hips, causing her guest’s steed to slip from its pink mount. Instantly, Mallory's cherry blossom overflowed, discharging a veritable flood of thick, shimmering cream, like a tiny pink volcano, while her entire body involuntarily trembled.

“That’s beautiful, Mallory, simply spellbinding. Let’s try that again, shall we?” he suggested, easily slipping his pinnacle into Mallory's pink grip, now thoroughly lubricated with the abundance of her slippery passion.

“Want to try a little more, Beautiful?”

Mallory sharply panted, gazing up at him, powerless to deny her rapturous yearning, nodded in the affirmative.

“Please, Sir…please, I want you to use my pussy,” Mallory almost deliriously pleaded.

I watched as her guest moved ever so slightly forward, knowing that as he did so, Mallory was the recipient of a greater amount of her guest's unique girth. Mallory breathlessly chorused, “Oh! Oh!! Oh my gosh!! Oh my gosh," as she became more and more impaled on her guest's formidable stalk. As he began to slowly withdraw again, Mallory began to vibrate, her mouth agape and her eyes wide, helplessly in the grip of orgasm. 

Without waiting for her climax to subside, he slowly entered Mallory's pink custody, displacing the cream of Mallory's passion that drizzled from the confines of her pink hollow, creating a creamy path on which her guest could slide. Mallory began to experience a series of powerful climaxes, in succession, one after another.

Her guest was now rhythmically sliding almost a third of his length into Mallory’s accommodating pinkness, suspending her in the throes of perpetual orgasm. She stared into his eyes in complete surrender, soaked with the constant flow of sugar from her bubble gum pink oasis.

I saw her guest's brow furrow, and he began breathing like a stallion. Mallory shouted a final, “Oh my gosh” as her guest's companion swelled within Mallory's pink vice before releasing a torrent of his own passion.

It looked as though Mallory meant to shout, but she was unable to utter a sound. Her guest lowly groaned as the first warm deposit from his pipe flooded Mallory's pink pocket. As he withdrew, his pulsating hose bathed every inch of Mallory's contracting, pink interior. Upon extraction, his hose adorned Mallory’s pink petals with a massive, thick stream of white glazing, practically obscuring her pinkness from view. He laid his hefty column on Mallory's sparsely covered mound as it continued to anoint her tummy, until it gradually subsided, leaving thick white trails back to the source from which it came, turning her belly button into a cream-filled pond. 

He rubbed his expended post over Mallory's tummy, leaving her trembling and completely glazed.

He moved up slightly, bringing the head of his dripping log to Mallory’s still open mouth, which she promptly enveloped into her oral grasp, emitting sounds of bliss and satisfaction.

She clutched the softening post with both her small hands, stroking its length, squeezing the last pearls of her guest’s gratitude from the enormous head and catching them on her outstretched tongue.

“That’s magnificent, Mallory,” he said with the utmost adoration, brushing her hair from her face. “I’d say you’ve made a new friend.”

“Thank you, sir. I absolutely love your huge cock,” Mallory answered, beaming, while enthusiastically licking the vestiges of cream from the spent monster.

“It was truly an unexpected pleasure, Mallory,” he responded, rising from the bed.

Mallory's finger lazily traced through the abundant coating of thick that covered he torso, bringing her frosted fingers to her open mouth, lazily, savoring more of her sticky reward.

“That was a much-needed release,” he said, smiling at Mallory in her post-activity languor. “I’d like to thank you both for a very enjoyable and immensely gratifying evening,” Mallory’s guest stated in a way that suggested that he would be leaving soon.

“Thank you, Sir, for using my pussy,” Mallory muttered, sounding like she was speaking from a dream state. “I love tasting your cock…”

“It was a very eventful evening, to say the very least,” I answered, still in my own state of disbelief.

“I hate to simply vanish, but I do have an early meeting and a flight out, all before 11:00 am,” he divulged, politely creating an opportunity to take his leave. He removed himself from the bed, and while he dressed, he spoke to Mallory.

“Ah…beautiful Mallory,” he began. “It was certainly a wonderfully unexpected pleasure and a very memorable evening. I would like to thank you sincerely for being so very enthusiastic and accommodating..."

Moments later, I showed her guest to the door, and he was very gracious in his departure, saying, “Well…this was certainly a very welcome surprise. I hope it provides the result you’re looking to achieve.”

“We shall see. I hope this experience rekindles her feelings of desire and excitement,” I replied. “I’m fairly certain that it will do wonders for her self-esteem and confidence, sexually speaking.”

“I hope so as well,” he said, reaching for the doorknob. “I hope to see you both again.”

“I'm sure we’d both enjoy that,” I answered, shaking his hand. “You know, I don’t think you ever mentioned your name.”

He smiled and replied, “No, I didn’t, did I? Anonymity is a powerful aphrodisiac.”

“I suppose it is,” I answered. “Have a good evening.”

“I already have,” he stated, leaving the suite.

I locked the door and approached the foot of the bed, removing my remaining clothes.

I reached out and grasped Mallory’s ankles, pulled her forward a bit, and flipped her over onto her tummy. She screamed in delighted surprise, and I pulled her up to her knees, thrusting my cock into her cream-filled, pink hole.

“Okay, Mallory, it’s time for me to reclaim what belongs to me,” I said, clutching a handful of her ample ass cheeks in either hand. “I think I’ll take advantage of all this lubrication your guest so generously left behind.”

“Oh, yes, Baby,” Mallory said in a lust-filled voice, reaching her hands back and spreading herself open. “I left the back door open for you to make a special delivery.”

I firmly grabbed my shaft and pointed my cream-covered head in the center of Mallory’s pink backdoor bell. Her passionate shouts began to reverberate off the walls of the hotel room. As I watched my length vanish between Mallory’s two ivory mounds, the egotistical side of me hoped that Mallory’s current state of arousal could be heard all the way to her new friend’s room.

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I was startled awake by a knock at the hotel room's door, and Mallory immediately sat straight up in bed, as startled as I was.

She began to get out of bed to go to the door and then realized that she was still completely naked, so, being the gentleman that I am, I put a hand on her shoulder and volunteered to answer the door.

I approached the door and asked who was there. “Room Service” was the reply, and I turned to Mallory and pointed to her, as if asking if she’d ordered breakfast earlier. Mallory looked confused, shook her head, and shrugged.

I opened the door crack and peeked out. Sure enough, there was a hotel staff worker with a large rolling cart that looked like it was set up for breakfast. The exception was that there was a large bouquet of pink roses in the middle of the table.

“Oh, sure, of course,” I stammered, not wanting to sound as if I didn’t know what the hell was going on, and I opened the door.

The cart was pushed into the dining area of our room. I tipped our waiter, and he left.

“Did you...?” Mallory asked, tilting her head slightly.

“No, I didn’t, but I know who did,” I replied. “And I’m going to bet that the flowers aren’t for me,” I added, removing the card from the bouquet and handing it to Mallory.

“It is addressed to you,” I said, as the bus-person left the room.

Mallory got out of bed and stood next to me, completely nude. I watched Mallory blush from head to toe as she opened the card. It read:

Please accept this small token of thanks and gratuity for this last evening.

Your eagerness and unbridled enthusiasm made for a very memorable evening.

I decided on pink roses, although their shade falls short of the exquisite pinkness that you possess.

I hope to see you both again.

You have my number.

Signed: Mr. Big